This is the true story of a young schoolteacher who lusts after the bodies of her pupils.
Miss Roberta Stevenson taught the seventh grade at Forrest Junior High School in a large city. She entered the teaching profession full of noble ideas about how to teach the eleven and twelve-year-olds, but her passion for their young bodies proved to be her ruin.
From the very first day, Miss Stevenson felt she had to have them. She had to feel their young bodies inside her own. She contrived ways to keep them in after school, and then locked the door. No one was safe, not even the little girls.
One of the boys, Douglas Harrison, was her particular favorite. His cock was quite huge, and that made her pleasure even double. She couldn't resist him, and she fucked and sucked with him for many days and nights.
Word has a way of spreading and the Board of Education got wind of what was happening and forced her to resign. She wanted young Douglas to run away with her, but he refused. He loved her with the passion that only a twelve-year-old could love, but he couldn't leave everything else behind.
He wanted her cunt, her sweet dripping cunt, but not enough to disappear with his schoolteacher.
This is the story of a young woman who comes to terms with her lust and passion for the penises of little boys. She is forced to abandon her career, but she discovers that she can still live and be a happy woman.
The events portrayed in this book actually happened, but of course, the names and places have been changed to keep Miss Stevenson's true identity a secret.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
It was the first day of school for Miss Roberta Stevenson. She looked forward to the beginnings of her new career and was eager to begin.
Teaching was something that she had always wanted to do, ever since she first entered Kindergarten. She loved and admired her teachers and knew from the start that a teaching career was going to be hers.
She worked towards that goal for many long years. Her college training was geared towards teaching on the junior high school level, and her student teaching was at Washington Junior High School in the respectable suburb of Springdale Farms.
Forrest Junior High couldn't be much different, Miss Stevenson told herself. After all, the children in the school were the same age as those where she "student-taught." It was true that it was located right in the heart of downtown Taft City, but what difference could there possibly be? Miss Stevenson soon found out.
Her first day at Forrest was not the kind of day she had envisaged for herself, and from the beginning she wondered if she would make it through the term.
Forrest had held out much promise. The principal, Dr. Jeffrey Strong had assured her that he would make sure that she was happy there. She wouldn't have to worry about a thing, he told her. She did have some apprehensions about the place, since it was located in the center of the city, but somehow the name of the school, Forrest, had suggested to her country air and clean living, and even though she knew it wouldn't really have any bearing on the place, it did remind her of her childhood. Miss Stevenson, of course, should have realized that it was named for a local educator, a Dr. Jerome Forrest, and had nothing at all to do with trees and running brooks.
"All right children," said Miss Stevenson on the very first day, "I would appreciate it if you would fill out these cards so I will know who you are."
There was much murmuring and whispering in the room, and several of the children laughed. She was quite confused, since her education books had told her that the children would fill out the cards without so much as a peep. Textbooks, unlike art-do not imitate life.
"Okay that's enough." she said firmly. "If you will put your names on the cards, we can get down to more serious business."
A voice called out from the back of the room, "We'll give you the business teacher," it said.
"Who said that."
"He did."
"Who's he?"
Silence. This seventh grade class was giving Miss Stevenson a hard time. It was going to be the first of many hard times.
She ignored the buzzing that continued to fill her ears, and decided ihat she would proceed in spite of them. "Okay class," she said, "I am going to give you your assignments for the first day. We have some new books, and I would like to distribute them." She pointed to a student sitting in the very first row.
"Me, teacher?"
"Yes, you," she said, "and you may call me Miss Stevenson."
"Okay, teach," said the boy, "I'll call you Miss Stevenson. You are a miss, ain't you?"
"Yes, why?"
"Just wanted to know if you've been getting any lately." The class giggled. Miss Stevenson's face turned beet red.
"Hey!" called out another boy, "Lookit-teach's face turning colors." The class began to laugh uncontrollably. Miss Stevenson sat down. This was certainly not in her school books.
If she had had her wits about her, she would have expected something like this. She would have realized, that being an attractive blonde teacher, she would have to expect to attract the interest of the eleven and twelve-year-old boys in the class. But she didn't expect it, and it flustered her.
"I don't want to get any of you in trouble," she began, "but.. . "
"Hey, teach, we gets you in trouble, you don't gets us boys in trouble."
"Boy, I'd like to sure get her in trouble," shouted a boy from the back. "I'd like to get her in trouble lots of times."
"You couldn't even get it up!" laughed another boy.
"Yes he can," answered a girl who sat next to him. As we said, Miss Stevenson was in for a very hard time.
"Okay, that's enough," said Miss Stevenson, who had not yet learned the meaning of enough, "we do have work to do."
"I'd like to work on you," said the boy in the front seat.
"Okay, what's your name?" she asked him firmly. "You come up here."
"Sure," he said. "I'll come whenever you want." More laughter. Still more laughter when the boy began to rub his crotch.
"Now, what's your name?" said Miss Stevenson.
"I forget."
"Come on, or you'll have to go to the principal's office."
"I don't wanna go to the principal's office."
"Good, then tell me your name, and you won't have to go." She hadn't gotten the cards back from the students and she therefore still didn't know their names. "If you give me any more trouble, then I'll have you removed from the class."
"Oh, I wouldn't want that, teach," said the boy. "My name is George Washington."
"All right, I'm sending you downstairs to Dr. Strong. He knows what to do with boys like you."
"Dr. Strong is a faggot. I don't want to go to him. He does dirty things with boys."
"He is not," said Miss Stevenson. "I don't know why you said that, but you will be very sorry you did."
"Oh, maybe I'm wrong, teach," said the boy. "Maybe you know for sure otherwise."
"For the last time, what is your name?"
"Joseph."
"Joseph what?"
"Not Joseph What. Joseph Baker."
"Is this your real name?"
"Honest, teach. Here, I'll show you." He took out an identification card. It read Joseph Baker. "Satisfied?"
"Yes, but don't call me teach. I'm Miss Stevenson. Now, Joseph, I think that we'll all get along much better if you and your friends would just cooperate with me. That way, we can all be very happy here for the time we spend together."
"Okay, teach," said Joseph. "I mean Miss Stevenson. Can I go back to my seat now?"
"Yes, of course," said Miss Stevenson. "Now, I hope we don't have any trouble anymore. I will make good on my threat to send each and every one of you who interrupts this class right down to Dr. Strong. He can be a very nice person, or he can be very mean. It's up to you how he behaves."
"He's a faggot."
"Who said that?"
"He did."
Miss Stevenson couldn't make out who said all these things. She was beginning to lose her self-confidence from the very first day. She wondered how she would be able to last as a teacher. She didn't think she would live out the day, much less a whole lifetime as a teacher of seventh graders. If only she could go back and teach out in Springdale Farms. The kids weren't like that out there.
"All right," said Miss Stevenson, "I would like to pass out these textbooks. Place your names in them as you receive them. You will be responsible for them if you damage or lose them."
"You got nice tits," said a voice. She ignored that remark.
"She does not," said another. "Yes she does."
"No she doesn't."
"All right, boys, that's enough. Quiet down. We have work to do."
"I bet she has a yummy cunt."
"Okay," said Miss Stevenson very angrily, "if you don't tell me who said that, all of you will go down to Dr. Strong. I'm not kidding now either."
"Whatsamatter, teach? You don't got a yummy cunt?"
"You! What's your name?" She found a culprit at last.
"Me?"
"Yes, you. You know I'm talking to you."
"I forget."
"Think hard."
"I'm thinking hard, teach, I'm thinking very hard." He patted his crotch. She blushed and the and the class laughed.
"Okay, down you go. You go right now to Dr. Strong's office."
"I'm sorry, teach, I'm Douglas Harrison. I promise to be good."
"No. Go downstairs. If you don't go now, I will see to it that you are expelled. I will call your parents and then you will be very sorry that you didn't listen to me."
"I'm sorry Miss Stevenson," said Douglas. "I promise I won't say things like that again. My father will kill me if you call him."
"Maybe that's what you need."
"I'll be good, honest I will."
"Well.. . " She hesitated. "I guess if you really mean it, I'll let you get away with it this time, but if you do anything else that I find offensive, down you go to the principal, and I will personally call your father."
"Thanks, teach, I mean Miss Stevenson," said Douglas. "I promise to be good."
"See that you keep your promise," she told him sternly. "I don't like troublemakers. I don't think anybody likes troublemakers."
The class seemed to settle down. The threat of calling their parents and sending them down to the principal's office seemed to be working. Maybe that's all they needed to see. They wanted to know just how far they could push their teacher. Miss Stevenson was certain that they knew she couldn't be pushed around very much.
She got back all the name cards, and distributed several books. She was actually able to teach a lesson to them, even if she didn't accomplish as much with it as she had originally hoped to. Miss Stevenson was sure that she was going to have no more trouble with her class.
"Well, class, you've been very good today. I hope that we now understand each other. I would like to make it clear that I don't like boys or girls who are unruly."
"Goody for you," said a boy. This time she seemed to recognize the voice.
"Did you say something, Douglas?"
"Me? No."
"I think you did."
"No, I didn't."
"Well, you'll have to stay after class anyway," she said. "Everyone else can now go home. You will have to stay late at school."
"But I got a date, teacher," he protested.
"It will just have to wait."
"My father expects me."
"Which is it?" she asked. "You've got a date, or you're father expects you?"
"Both."
"What does that mean?"
"I've got a date with my father." Everyone laughed as they left the classroom. Miss Stevenson was now alone with Douglas.
"Okay, Douglas, you know what you promised me this morning."
"Yeah."
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Do you want me to call your father?"
"I don't care what you do. You have no right to keep me in school."
"I have every right to do it. You have no right to call out in class."
"How come you have all the rights and I have none?"
"That's the way it is in class," she said firmly. "You will do as I say."
"I will not." Douglas was becoming very sullen. He seemed to be getting very upset.
"Yes you will. If you don't want to cooperate with me, then I will just have to talk to your father about your behavior. I really can't tolerate this nonsense."
"Okay, teach, have it your way. I don't give a fuck."
"What was that?"
"I said I don't give a fuck. You know what that means, don't you teach? Or are you one of them virgins?"
"I know what it means," said Miss Stevenson, blushing again. "I don't need any instruction from you about anything."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I'm going now. Maybe I'll be back tomorrow."
She started to block the door. "You are not going anywhere. You are going to stay here until you apologize for what you've said."
"I will not."
"You will so, or you and I will spend the evening here."
"Get out of my way, teach!" He started to pull her away from the door. She held firm. He ran to her desk and found a yardstick. He picked it up and threatened her with it.
"Give that to me!" she demanded, trying not to show her fear.
"Let me go!"
"Give me that ruler!" She reached for it and in doing so, her hand brushed against his crotch. He stopped. She realized what she had done.
"Hey, you like that teach? Want to do that again?"
"Just give me the ruler. That's all I want from you."
"Oh, yeah? Well, here it is." He held it in such a way that her hand was very near his fly. As soon as she had taken hold of the ruler, he grabbed her hand and held in onto his crotch. His cock was getting stiff. He was very well hung and he wanted Miss Stevenson to know just how many inches his prick was.
"Douglas! Please!"
"Oh, you like that teach? Want to feel some more?" He held her hand firmly in place as he rubbed his crotch up and down. She felt his meat stiffening inside his pants. She tried to show indifference, but she was attracted by the size of his organ.
Miss Stevenson said nothing. She was too busy being amazed that a young boy like Douglas would have such a large penis. She felt some faint stirrings inside her body, and she could feel her cunt beginning to lubricate.
"Come on, Miss Stevenson," said Douglas, realizing that she was holding on to his cock even without his assistance. "I've got something to show you."
He sat down on top of her desk. "What do you want?" she asked.
"You know," he said. "I know what you want."
"What do I want?" she asked, not remembering at that moment that she was his teacher and that she was supposed to discipline him for calling out in class. She knew what she wanted, and she was beginning to crave it. She wanted his cock. She wanted that young boy's hard prick and she wanted it now.
"Come on," said Douglas. "Here is what you want. I can tell that you want it." He began to unzip his pants. His teacher did nothing to stop him. She was completely entranced by the size of Douglas' hard meat.
He took out his cock and balls from his pants. It was bigger than she had imagined and she gasped when she saw it.
"It's big, huh?" he said to her. "You like them big?"
She didn't answer, but he could see that she couldn't take her eyes off it. He knew that she loved big cocks, and that he was going to be able to get away with anything at all that term because of his gigantic cock and balls.
Miss Stevenson took his cock in her hand and began to stroke it. "This is very nice, Douglas," she said to him. "You really have a lot of cock meat."
"You bet I do," he replied. "I've got a fucking big prick and balls and I'm going to let you share it. Would you like it?"
"Y-yes," she stammered. "I would. I would like it very much. What do you want me to do with it, Douglas?" she asked. "I will do anything at all for that big piece of prick meat."
"I want you to suck it," he replied. "I would like you to suck my hard prick. Suck me off, teacher. Suck my big hard dick!"
Miss Stevenson opened her mouth around his hard shaft. Her tongue flicked out and began to lick on the tip of his cock head. She couldn't control herself. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but she felt that she had to. It had been so long since she had even seen a cock as magnificent as this one that Douglas was offering to her. She desperately craved cock meat. She loved pricks and balls and everything that a young boy had to offer. She didn't know it then, but that probably was the reason that she had become a junior high school teacher. She wanted young cock meat, and she would do anything in the world to get it.
"Suck that hard cock, teacher!" he commanded. "Oh, baby, I want you to suck hard on my big fucking hard dick!"
Miss Stevenson began to suck his cock up and down. Her wet mouth covered his hard shaft from the tip all the way down to the base of his prick and she began to lick his balls.
"Oh, yeah, baby!" he cried. "That's so good. I love that, teach. Oh, baby, suck my cock. My balls feel so hot, oh, baby, suck me! Suck my cock! Lick my balls, baby. Eat that fucking hard prick meat!"
Her tongue licked every inch of his hard cock. She was going wild. She began to suck harder and harder on his huge dong. His prick slid all the way down her throat and still she craved it some more, It wasn't enough for her. She had to feel all of it in her mouth.
"Oh, baby!" he cried as she took his balls into her mouth and tried to swallow them. "Oh, God, this feels wonderful! Suck it! Eat my fucking hard cock!"
She was loving every bit of it. She loved to suck cock. Miss Stevenson's face was filled with that young boy's hard prick and she still couldn't get enough. Her tongue licked and sucked all up and down his spear.
He began to pump harder and harder into her face. His entire penis was inside her mouth and he slammed it down her throat even harder.
"Suck me!" he screamed. "Suck my fucking hard cock! Eat it! Suck it! Suck that fucking hard cock!" His body began to pulsate wildly in her mouth. She sucked it harder and harder and she knew that he was about to shoot his load down her throat. She craved feeling that hard meat inside her mouth. She wanted to suck and suck and suck it.
"Oh, baby I'm shooting!" he shouted as the first wave of hot cream gushed out of the tip of his cock. "I'm coming, teach! I'm shooting my hot come!" His prick pounded wildly inside her face as his juice squirted out and poured down her thirsty throat.
She started sucking even harder, not wanting to miss a single drop of his young cream. She sucked out every bit that she could. She hungrily swallowed it, and still wanted more.
"Oh, baby, that was good," he exclaimed as his come was still dribbling down her chin. "Oh, teach, you really know how to suck cock."
Miss Stevenson looked at her pupil and smiled. "It was good," she said. "It was very good."
"You must love sucking cock very much," he told her, "or you wouldn't have been able to do such a great job on my prick and balls. It was dynamite. It was really terrific."
"I do like it," she said. "I enjoy sucking cock especially when it is such a big cock. The bigger the prick, the better I like it."
"I'm glad," he told her, "because I have a really big prick. I'm glad that I made you happy."
"You certainly did," she said. "You made me very happy. I loved it, Douglas. I think that I would like to suck your cock lots of times."
"That can be arranged," said Douglas. "My prick loved being inside your face."
Miss Stevenson looked at her pupil. He was still hard. His cock refused to go down even after his wild and wet orgasm.
"Yeah," he said, noticing that she saw his cock remaining stiff, "my prick doesn't get soft until I've come a couple of times. I think I would like to fuck you now."
Miss Stevenson stood up. "It's getting late Douglas," she said. "I think that you ought to be going. Didn't you say that you had a date this afternoon?"
"Well, yeah, I did," he told her. "It was with some girl who promised to suck my cock, but you did a much better job. It doesn't matter if I see her now."
"Well, you still shouldn't stand her up," said Miss Stevenson. "You can still see her, if you want to."
"Nan, it doesn't matter," said Douglas. "I don't really like her. She just does a great job of cocksucking. You did a better job, though. You gave me the best blowjob I've ever had."
"Well, I think you should be going," she said. "I've got to get home myself."
"Are you sure?" he asked. "I would really like to fuck you."
"Yes," she said. "I don't think that a student should fuck his teacher."
"But you sucked my cock," he protested. "Why should that be different?"
"Because it is," she replied. "Look, I don't want to argue with you. You have a very big and beautiful cock, but there is more to life than that. You should consider yourself lucky that I won't call your father or tell Dr. Strong about your misbehavior in class."
"What do you mean I'm lucky. I think you are the lucky one."
"What are you talking about?"
"Come on, teach, you are lucky because I don't let just anybody suck my cock. Very few girls are allowed to suck it. All of them know how big it is, but they can't all get it. You are the one who should consider herself lucky."
"All the same, you really could be punished for what you were doing in class. I don't think that I need to thank you."
"Well, have it your way teacher. I'm going home." Douglas put his still hard penis back inside his pants. It made quite a bulge in his trousers, but he was too eager to get away from his ungrateful teacher to wait for it to become flaccid. He was very irritated with her.
Miss Stevenson stayed behind in the classroom thinking about what she had just done. It was completely unprofessional. She had never thought anything like this could ever happen. What had she done? Why had she sucked the cock of one of her pupils?
She began to gather her things. How could she have done such a thing? How could she have taken the liberty to have a sexual act with a boy of eleven or twelve? It was true that he seemed more mature than that. But still, why?
Miss Stevenson couldn't put out the picture of his enormous prick and balls. That was really something. She loved big cocks. Ever since she was a little girl and she had seen her father pissing, she was fascinated by the sight of an enormous cock and balls. It really excited her even then, and when her father was pissing, not realizing that his daughter was watching him, she began to masturbate. It made her feel so good, that from then on, she had an enormous fascination for huge cocks and balls.
The hour was late, and the new teacher realized that she had to be getting home. She needed to plan her lessons for the week now that she knew what her class would be like, and she didn't want to get to bed too late.
She lived alone, and there would be no one to prepare dinner for her. Her first day at school had been, all around, something that she would never have expected. It had been strange from the very beginning when her class didn't respond to her, to the end of the day, when she responded perhaps too much to one of her pupils.
She shouldn't have done it, she said to herself. She shouldn't have sucked Douglas' cock, but she couldn't help herself. It was so big and she craved it so much. Well, she thought, at least I won't feel the need so much now. At least now I can get right down to business.
Miss Stevenson headed for home, pleased that she had gotten through the most difficult day she would ever encounter at school, her first, and from now on, it would be clear sailing. Clear fucking would have been more like it.
CHAPTER TWO
She arrived home and started to prepare her dinner. It didn't take her too long, because she had learned long ago that the thing to do when one works and lives alone, is to spend part of the weekend just preparing food for the rest of the week and refrigerating or freezing it. She had prepared a stew and all she needed to do was reheat it on the stove.
What a day! Miss Stevenson recounted all the events that had occurred. The disturbance at the beginning, the growing cooperation towards the end of the day, and the increasing lack of discipline as the day drew to a close. But the event that topped them all was the last thing that she had done before going home. That Douglas. God, what a stud! Miss Stevenson couldn't decide whether it was more important to satisfy her own desperate needs or adhere to the rules she had learned in college. She was sure that she would have to strike a balance somewhere between the two.
What would tomorrow bring? Miss Stevenson didn't even want to think about it. She just wanted to have her dinner and then work on her lesson plans. It would be easier to think on a full stomach, she told herself. She was hungry. All she had to eat was a liverwurst sandwich on rye (prepared on Sunday, and brought to school) and a coke. Ugh, she hated sodas. She would treat herself. With her stew, she opened up a small bottle of a 1967 Bordeaux wine, Chateau Gloria. What a glorious name to climax a really glorious day!
It didn't take her too long to finish her supper and she began to prepare her lessons for the week. She had hardly begun, when she started to think of that big cock she had sucked. Yes, that was wonderful. She really enjoyed eating Douglas' meat. Oh, if only he were here now. She craved his meat again. She wanted to suck on his hard cock.
She pictured herself eating his dork again. His balls were huge and fleshy and she loved licking them, covering them with her warm saliva. Oh, it was wonderful. She pictured Douglas right now. She could just see his cock, his huge and massive prick and balls in front of her. She wanted to reach out with her tongue and suck and lick. Oh, Douglas! If you were here I could suck your prick again and again. I need your cock, Douglas! I want to suck your prick and balls!"
Our new teacher began to feel her cunt lubricating again as she thought of her pupil's massive cock and balls. Right over her papers and books, longing to touch and suck Douglas' big meat, she fell asleep. She awoke the next morning with her clothes still on, and her panties still wet.
She frantically got herself ready for the second day of school. Things would be different, she told herself. Things would be very different this second day. There wouldn't be any trouble from the students, because she had found the perfect weapon: the threat of a telephone call to their parents. That would be used only if necessary, but the threat itself would work.
Miss Stevenson got washed and dressed. She had forgotten for the moment, how much she craved big cocks. She was now much more interested in getting her work done, and done well. Forrest Junior High School wouldn't be such a bad place after all.
She arrived at her desk a bit early. She wanted to make sure that she could set everything up for the day, and as she entered her classroom, she discovered a few remaining traces of come on the desk. She cleaned it up, and then waited for the students to enter.
The first to arrive was a very sweet looking young girl. "Hello," said Miss Stevenson. "You are.. . ? :
"Maryjane Adams," said the sweet young thing very sweetly. "Hello, Miss Stevenson."
Well, thought Miss Stevenson, here is one girl who won't be any trouble. She's so adorable.
The next student was Joseph Baker. "Hello, teacher," he said.
"Miss Stevenson," he was corrected.
"Sorry, teach. I mean Miss Stevenson." Joseph might be trouble. Miss Stevenson smiled and said nothing. She didn't want to start a scene first thing in the morning.
The rest of the class walked in. Everyone was there. Almost everyone, that is. There was one seat empty. At first Miss Stevenson didn't know who wasn't there. She went over her class list, and then it hit her. Douglas. Douglas was the one who was absent. She wondered why. Why would Douglas, of all people, be absent from class. Was he embarrassed? What could the reason be?
She didn't have to wonder long. Douglas arrived, about ten minutes late. She saw him coming down the hall and she was about to reprimand him for being late, but as soon as he entered the classroom, everyone started to applaud him. The room was filled with whistles and cheers and Miss Stevenson had absolutely no idea what was happening.
"Class! Class, please! Please be quiet! What's all this fuss about?"
The class ignored her, and Douglas walked up to the front of the room and took a bow. He turned towards Miss Stevenson and smiled.
She was completely confused. What was going on? Why was he acting like this? What was happening to her nice class?
Douglas strode to his seat. He was given several pats on the back by fellow students and he seemed quite pleased at his reception. There was nothing she could do to prevent this. No one in the class would give her the slightest indication of what was going on. She was at a complete loss to discover the meaning of their behavior, and despite her pleas to the class, they continued to ignore her.
She decided to drop the whole matter, and she resolved to speak to Douglas afterwards. He would just have to stay late again, and explain the whole thing to her.
"Okay, Douglas," she said at the end of the otherwise unremarkable day, "I'd like you to stay after school and tell me what all that disturbance was about."
"What are you talking about?" he asked. "I don't understand you."
"You know perfectly well what I am referring to," she said. "You know that noise this morning. What was it all about?"
"Why ask me?" he said. "I didn't make the noise. The rest of the class did."
"It concerned you," she said. "You were the cause of it." Miss Stevenson did have a feeling that it had something to do with what happened after class yesterday. This suspicion was confirmed when the class snickered when she demanded that Douglas stay late again, but she wanted to hear him say what it was for himself.
"I don't know what you are talking about," he said defensively.
"Yes you do," she insisted. "It was about after school yesterday, wasn't it?"
"Well, yeah," he replied.
"Did you tell them what happened?"
"No."
"You are lying."
"No I'm not."
"They found out somehow."
"Maybe someone was looking at us. There are windows in the doors, you know that."
"There was no one there," she told him. "I would have seen them."
"You were too busy sucking my prick," he said. "You wouldn't have found them."
"Well, I'll believe you this time," she said. "It is possible that someone saw us, but I doubt it. I'm really sure that you told them what happened."
Douglas didn't answer her. He started to leave.
"Wait, I'm not finished yet," she said.
"Look, I'd like to go now. Do you want me to stay here and suck my cock again? I would rather fuck you, you know."
She became embarrassed. "No, go ahead," she said. "I'll speak to you again later." She didn't want to go through that whole scene again. She wanted to forget about it. She found out shortly afterwards, that she wasn't going to be able to forget about it for a long, long time.
As she left to go home, she didn't notice that there were several boys following her. If she had, she wouldn't have decided to walk through the park. It was a beautiful day, and she saw no reason to take the bus. The park was so lovely at that time of year, and it was still early. That was one of the biggest advantages of being a teacher. The afternoon wasn't yet over when it was time to go home.
Miss Stevenson wandered through the park. She walked around the lake, and then headed back out of the park through the wooded area. She paid no attention to the crowd in back of her, mainly because she didn't see them.
She stopped to rest on a bench. It was a deserted area of the park, which is why she enjoyed walking through it. It was something that she loved to do for many years, and she never had encountered any trouble, so why should she be afraid now?
She was about to get up off the bench, when she felt an arm around her throat. She started to scream, but a hand covered her mouth.
"All right," said a young voice, "if you don't shout, you won't get hurt. I wouldn't want you to get hurt." The voice was familiar, and she quickly turned around. All she could see were three boys, but their faces were covered with masks. She realized that they must be in her class, but she really had no idea of who they were.
"What's going on?" she demanded to know. "Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who we are," said that same voice, apparently their leader. "If you don't try to get away, then you won't be hurt. Come with us."
"No, I won't," she said, and tried to run away, but they were quicker than she was, and besides, she felt a knife at her back.
"I said don't try anything," said their leader. "You will come with us." This time she reluctantly obeyed. She really had no choice.
"What do you want?" she asked. "Who are you?"
"Never mind," they said. "You'll find out just who we are in due time. You will know right now what we want."
They dragged her to a very secluded spot hidden by lots of trees. "Here," they said. "Lie down."
"What for?"
"You'll see." She saw all right. She saw the boy who was their leader begin to unzip his pants.
"What are you doing?" she asked, knowing full well what they were going to do.
"Taking out my cock," he replied. "I understand that you like big cocks. Well, I've got a really big one for you, teach."
"What are you talking about?" she demanded of them.
"Oh, come off it, teacher," said one of the boys. "We know that you love big cocks. You really loved Douggie's big prick, didn't you? You sucked his cock yesterday and then you wouldn't let him fuck you. We know all about it, so don't deny it."
"I'm not admitting to anything," she said. "What did Douglas tell you?"
"We're not saying who told us," said the same boy, "but we know just the same. We are all going to fuck you teacher. You are going to love all of our big pricks all the way up your cunt hole."
For the first time, she really was afraid. She wasn't afraid of being fucked, but she didn't like the idea of the three of them fucking her. Who knows where it would all end? There were twenty guys in the class, and while there were several of them still too immature to know what fucking was all about, a good majority of them probably weren't virgins when they were two. They sure were a rough bunch.
"Okay, teach, take your clothes off," the leader commanded. She didn't move. "You heard me, take off your clothes."
"Well," said another boy, "if she won't take off her clothes, I will. I love to take off a girl's clothes. I like to rip them off, and grab at their tits and cunt." He started right in to remove her blouse.
"Hey, you'll rip it," she protested. She wanted to scream, but she knew that she might be knifed if she did so. These young kids could sometimes let matters get out of hand.
"Okay, then, teach, you take it off." She started to remove her clothes.
"Wow!" exclaimed one boy. "You sure got nice tits. I like to suck and lick tits, baby." He lost no time, but immediately began to suck on her nipples. She felt his tongue rapidly covering her fleshy mounds with warm saliva.
"Oh, yeah!" exclaimed another boy, "suck her tits. Wow, that looks great. My cock is getting really hard for you, teach. I am going to fuck you as he sucks your hot tits, baby!" The boy unzipped his pants. She looked at the three of them. They all had hard cocks and they were all going to fuck her. She didn't know whether to relax and enjoy it or try to resist.
"Come on, teach, take off your panties. I want to see what a nice pink cunt you have. I want my fucking hard dick to slide all the way up your hole."
Two of the boys ripped off the rest of her clothes. They didn't want to wait for her to finish the job herself and they were really in a hurry.
"Oh, baby, look at that cunt! Look at the teacher's nice cunt hairs. I am going to fuck you, teacher. Look at my hard prick. Come on, look at it!"
Miss Stevenson looked at the boy's erect penis. It was very big and hard and she could see it throbbing, just waiting for the right moment to plunge into her soft female flesh.
"Do you like it?" he asked. "Come on, teacher, do you like my hard cock?"
She didn't respond. She was staring at his prick and he knew that she wanted it.
"Come on, answer him," shouted one of the other boys. "Do you like his prick? Maybe you would rather have my cock up your hole?"
"Yes," she said softly, "I like it. I like it very much."
"That's right," he said. "You like my prick. Tell me how much you want my cock up your twat. Come on teacher, I want to hear you tell me how much you want me to fuck you. Tell me or else!"
"Yes, yes," she said. "I want your cock."
"That's not good enough," said the boy. "Tell me like you really want it."
Miss Stevenson felt desperate. She wanted to be fucked, but she didn't want to be raped. She, of course, had no real choice. She made a quick decision and decided that she would go along with them. She wanted to be fucked really badly. She hadn't been fucked in a long time, and the first cock that she had was Douglas' prick just yesterday. These three boys with their three hard pricks were making her cunt flow wildly.
"Yes!" she shouted. "I want you to fuck me. I want you to do with me whatever you want. I need to feel your meat up my cunt hole!"
"That's better, teach," he replied: "Okay, baby, my cock is going to slide into your deep hole. You are going to feel what a real prick can do to you. I'm going to fuck you, teacher, I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
He lowered his prick meat to her cunt hole. It pressed against her pussy hairs and she felt his warm and hard cock about to slide between her cunt lips. She began to crave his meat, and she had to feel the dork rammed into her.
"Fuck me, please fuck me!" she begged. "Oh, please fuck me hard with your big meat. I want to feel that cock inside my hole!"
"That you will, teach," he said as his penis began to pump in and out of her hole. "My cock feels so good inside your fucking hot cunt. Oh, baby, this feels so good!"
"Yes, it feels good," she panted. "Oh, please fuck me harder. Let me feel your balls slapping against my hole. Fuck me, please! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
His penis pumped harder and harder into her desperately craving hole. She needed to feel that hard prick pumping away at her body. It felt better and better. His meat was so big and her cunt hole was so wet and warm. Both of them were beginning to writhe with erotic pleasure.
"Wow!" exclaimed one of the other boys, "look at him go. He is really fucking that teacher, ain't he? Wow, I love to watch teacher getting fucked!"
This boy began to rub his meat over his teacher's body. He wanted to jerk off and shoot his come all over Miss Stevenson's naked flesh.
She looked up and saw him playing with his cock and balls. She was longing to feel that second cock inside her. She needed his cock too.
"Let me suck you off," she pleaded. "I want to suck your big prick."
"Sure, teacher," he said. "You can take all of my hard meat into your mouth. I would really like to face-fuck you, baby. I want to fuck your fucking mouth."
He rammed his prick into her mouth. Her lips closed around his shaft and she began to suck hard. She licked his dick and his balls and her cunt and her mouth were now filled with cock.
"Fuck her!" screamed the boy whose cock was being sucked. "Fuck her while she sucks my cock. I want to feel my come shooting into her mouth when your cock is shooting into her cunt! Oh, baby, suck that hot cock! Suck me off, baby! Suck me! Lick my balls and suck my cock!"
Miss Stevenson could feel her pupils' cocks pounding away inside her body. The more they fucked her, the more she craved. She wanted more and more cock meat. She was feeling a tremendous release for the first time in her life. She loved being fucked. She loved it more than she had ever dreamed possible.
"Suck that cock!" screamed the boy pumping his meat into her face. "Suck it! Suck it!" He felt his body shaking with the beginnings of a massive orgasm.
Her cunt was overflowing with her hot syrups. It began to ooze and drip out of her hole, and she was covered with her own wetness. Those young boys really knew how to make her feel good. They knew just what she wanted.
There was still a third cock that she wanted. The third boy who had come to rape her was holding his dork in his hand and jerking off. She wanted to feel his come as it shot out of his prick. She wanted him to whack off over her body.
He seemed to realize this and he began to rub his prick harder and harder. His balls were swinging wildly in the air, and he didn't slow down, but rubbed and rubbed his dick until suddenly, his cream began to gush out and land all over her.
"Oh, baby!" he cried. "I'm coming! I'm shooting all over you!! Oh, baby, it feels so good!"
Miss Stevenson used her fingers to wipe that boy's come from her body. She didn't want it to spill on the ground, and she wanted to lick it. Her mouth was full of cock and this boy too. was about to shoot his load.
"Eat it!" he screamed as he smashed his penis down her throat. "Eat that fucking meat! Suck my fucking hard cock, baby! Suck it! Suck it!! " Suddenly his cock burst open with a flood of come. She sucked and licked as hard as she could. His prick trembled as its come shot out and entered his teacher's waiting mouth.
She swallowed all of his come. She wanted more and more. She didn't want to miss a single gob of cream. That tasted so good. She drank all of his semen and wanted more.
Miss Stevenson realized that her body was still covered with come. She started to lick it off her fingers, but she still wanted more.
"Let me suck you again," she pleaded. "I must have another cock in my mouth." Her cunt was still being pounded hard by the leader's prick. He plunged his cock into her hole as hard as he could and he rammed it back and forth.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Oh, that feels so good! Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder and faster!" His body began to tremble and quake. He was about to shoot.
"Oh, baby, take it!" he screamed. "I'm coming! I'm shooting your cunt full of juice!" His cock gushed forth with his sperm. She screamed and moaned as her cunt filled with his hot liquid. It felt wonderful. She spread her legs wide, wanting to take in all of his cock cream.
"Oh, that's wonderful, that's wonderful," she moaned. "Oh, please fuck me again. I want to feel your cocks in me again. Fuck me, please fuck me. I want to be fucked. I want to suck your cocks. Let me suck you. Fuck me. Shove your cocks into me, please, please!"
Miss Stevenson was desperately craving more and more cocks. She seemed to be making up for lost time. She was aching for all the lost years of chastity. It had taken young boys in her class to show her what she had been missing for such a very long time.
"Hey, teach, you liked that?" they asked her.
"Oh, yes," she replied. "It was wonderful. I really loved it. I would love it if you would fuck me again. Oh, it was so good. It was really so good."
"That's great," said the leader of the group. "We're glad that you-liked it because we are going to fuck you again and again. We all loved it, didn't we?"
The other boys nodded in agreement. They wanted to keep her there and fuck her and let her suck their pricks. They didn't ever want to let her go.
"Please!" she begged. "Please fuck me again. I want to feel your hard meat. Please fuck me. Please!"
The boys looked at each other. They had never expected this from their teacher. The most they had hoped for was that she wouldn't put up too much of a fight, but she really wanted more! Their Miss Stevenson really wanted to be fucked again and again. The thought of that made their pricks harder. Instead of getting soft, they remained hard, and they all wanted to fuck her now.
"What would you like now, teacher?" they asked. "Do you want to get fucked again by all of us?"
"Yes," she told them. "It is wonderful. I love it. Please fuck me."
Miss Stevenson couldn't seem to get herself in control. She knew, even while she was pleading to be fucked again, that she should get up and go home. She wanted very much to go home and she even thought of reporting these boys to the police, but she couldn't. She had to have their pricks inside her hole again. She craved it. Her vagina felt cold without a warm cock pumping inside.
"Okay," said their leader. "You can fuck her." He said this to the boy who had face-fucked Miss Stevenson before.
"Thanks," said the boy. "I really am hard again for her cunt. I would love to slide my prick all the way up her hole."
"Yes," she begged. "Fuck me, oh, please fuck me!" The boy began to slide his dick inside his teacher's cunt slit. He started to fuck her slowly at first, but then more and more rapidly. Her body craved his meat. She couldn't get enough cock meat.
"That feels so good," she told him. "Oh, baby, your prick feels so good!" Her legs were spread as wide as she could. It was as if she wanted to swallow up his entire body inside her cunt. She wanted all of his hard maleness inside her soft and delicate female slit.
The boy's balls were banging against her flesh. She reached out and began to squeeze them. She began to think back to the time when she was playing with her brother's balls. They too, felt good. This guy's balls were bigger than her brother's. She loved it. She couldn't get enough of that meat.
Her cunt felt good. That hard meat sliding in and out of her hole was making her happy and warm. Miss Stevenson's body hadn't felt that good in a long, long time.
"Your prick feels good inside my pussy," she exclaimed. "Oh, I love it when you fuck me!"
The boy was increasing his speed as he pumped her hole. His penis felt like it was going to shoot her cunt full of his sperm.
"I'm going to fill you up, baby," he told her. "My cock is going to fill your cunt hole with all the rest of my cream."
Suddenly, Miss Stevenson felt a tremendous wave of hot foam pouring into her hole. She held on to his body tightly, and pressed him into her as deep as he could go.
"Yes, that's it!" she cried. "Fill me up with your come! Fuck me! Oh, baby, that's right! Fuck my hot hole! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She cried aloud as her cunt flowed and overflowed with her own juice mixed with her student's cream. Her cunt began to ooze and drip warm liquids. Her clit was driving her completely wild.
She was screaming and writhing on the grass. She was loving every bit of it. The three boys were going wild over her body. They were having a wonderful time.
When it was over, she just looked up at the boys who had fucked her. She still didn't know who they were because they were still covered with their masks. Their cocks were still out of their pants, and she would have liked to have gotten fucked again.
"Hey, we gotta get out of here," said their leader. "I think I hear someone coming." The three boys zipped up their pants and ran. She lay there. She still couldn't move. Her clothes were torn and she didn't have the energy to get up.
She looked up and saw who the footsteps belonged to. It was Douglas. "Hey, teach, are you all right."
"Yeah, I'm okay."
"You don't look too okay."
"I'm all right, I said."
"What happened?"
"You know perfectly well," she said. "You put those guys up to it."
"Me?"
"Yeah, you."
"I did not," he protested. "I didn't have anything at all to do with it."
She was beginning now to feel guilty that she had enjoyed getting fucked. She wanted to have hated it, because that's what you're suppose to feel when you're raped, and she couldn't accept the fact that she enjoyed it.
She enjoyed it so much that she asked to be fucked again, and again but it wasn't right.
"You had everything to do with it," she said to him. "You told the boys what happened after school yesterday."
Douglas started to object to that, but changed his mind. "Okay," he admitted, "I did tell them."
"Why did you lie about it earlier?" she asked.
"I don't know," he said. "I just wanted to forget about the whole thing."
"Why?"
"I don't know. I guess I didn't want you to call my father and tell him."
"Maybe I still will!" she said. "I can still do that."
Miss Stevenson started to gather what was left of her clothes. She luckily had a few safety pins with her in her bag, and she pinned her dress so that no one could tell right away that her dress was torn.
"You wouldn't tell him, would you?" he pleaded. "He'll beat me if he knew."
"Why shouldn't I?" she demanded. "Why shouldn't I go right now and tell him what you did yesterday and what you made these boys do today?"
"Because I didn't make you suck my cock," he said. "You just felt my hard prick and you wanted to do it. I had nothing to do with it."
"That's a lie," she said. "You forced me to do it."
"No I didn't," he insisted, "besides you liked it. Admit it, Miss Stevenson, you really liked sucking my cock."
"So?"
"So, you have no right to complain to my father about it because you wanted it as much as I did. You wouldn't be very fair if you did that."
"Well, I don't know," she said. "I think I should tell him."
"Please don't," he begged. "I'll let you do anything at all to me if you won't call him. He can be very mean if he wants to."
"Well, I guess I don't have to," she said, eyeing his crotch. "You do have something that I want. If you let me suck your cock again, I'll never call him."
"Okay, teacher," he said. "You've got yourself a deal. I know that you like my cock. I knew that yesterday. You do like it, don't you?"
"Yes," she admitted. "I do like big cocks. They make my cunt and mouth feel so good. But you will have to do one thing for me," she said.
"Sure," he replied. "What's that?"
"You mustn't ever tell anyone ever again what we do together. I'm sure that you can understand why."
"Okay, Miss Stevenson," he said. "I won't tell a soul. I promise."
"Well, let's not stay here," she told him. "It's getting late and I'm tired of being in this park. We can go to my place."
"Where do you live?" he asked her. "Is it far? My father will be expecting me."
"It's not far," she said. "It's only a little ways from here. We can walk. It should only take us about ten minutes."
"Great," he said. "I'm glad that we are getting along better now."
"So am I," said Miss Stevenson. "I think that the two of us can become really great friends."
Teacher and pupil walked together slowly out of the park. The approached her house, and when they entered, she offered him a drink.
"Gee, thanks," he said. "My father never lets me drink. He says that twelve is much too young to drink."
"Well, maybe he's right," she said. "I had forgotten how young you were. You seem much more mature for your age than twelve."
"Oh." He sounded disappointed. "I guess maybe I shouldn't drink then. I wouldn't want to get you into any sort of trouble."
"How could you get me in trouble?" she asked. "If you want a drink, I guess it's all right for you to have one."
"Yeah, I really would like one."
"What will you have?"
"I don't know. What is there?"
"Scotch. Bourbon. Vodka."
"Vodka, please. I really don't like the taste of scotch. Do you have orange juice or something to go with it?"
Miss Stevenson smiled. He was very young. He probably didn't like the taste of vodka either, and vodka had no taste.
"Sure," she said. She went into the kitchen and came back with two screwdrivers. "Here," she said as she handed Douglas one of the drinks.
They toasted each other. Miss Stevenson was glad to have a companion in her living room. It had been empty for so long.
"I'm really glad you're my teacher," said Douglas. "I like you."
"And I like you very much too," she replied. "I'm glad that you are in my class. I think that now that we understand each other, we'll be able to get along quite well."
"Yeah," said Douglas, patting his crotch. "This is what will keep us together."
"That's true," she agreed. "I still can't get over how big your prick is. I would never have thought that a boy your age would have such a big cock."
"It runs in the family," said Douglas. "You should see my father's prick. His cock is almost twelve inches long."
"Really?" exclaimed Miss Stevenson. "That would really feel great inside my cunt. I could feel that cock sliding all the way inside my body. I don't think my pussy has ever taken in a cock that big."
"My prick isn't that big," said Douglas, "but it's still bigger than most guys. I really loved the way you sucked my cock. I bet if I fucked you, we would both love it even more."
"I know we would," said Miss Stevenson. "I think that's what I would really like you to do."
"Sure," said Douglas. "I would really like to get to know your fleshy vagina. I know I will like it. You look like one dynamite chick."
Miss Stevenson began to put her arms around Douglas. She loved young boys. The younger a boy was, the better she liked him, and a young boy with a big prick was the best of all.
"Do you prefer older women?" she asked him. "Would you rather fuck a girl your own age, or a woman like me?" Miss Stevenson's referring to herself as an older woman was funny, inasmuch as she was just in her early twenties. But to Douglas, she must have seemed like an older woman.
"Actually, it doesn't matter to me," said Douglas. "I like women to have big tits and a luscious slit. I bet you have really soft cunt lips. Your tits are great. And you like my cock. That's what I really go for in a woman."
"Well, I go for you," said Miss Stevenson. "I go for a boy who has a really big piece of meat."
"That's good," said Douglas, "because right now my meat is getting bigger than it has ever gotten before, If you thought my cock was big yesterday, wait until I'm fucking you. Look how hard it is now."
Douglas unzipped his pants. His prick was harder than it had been, and he was aching to fuck his junior high school teacher.
"Wow," she exclaimed. "Your cock is something. Nobody has ever fucked me with a cock like that."
"Well, Danny fucked you this afternoon.. . " Douglas realized that he said something he shouldn't have said.
"Danny Smith?"
"Uh, forget I said that."
"I thought his voice sounded familiar. So it was Danny Smith. I wonder who the other guys were."
Douglas felt ashamed that he had betrayed his friends. He wondered what Miss Stevenson would do to them.
"Look," he said. "I know I shouldn't have said that. I hope you won't do anything to them."
"I don't know," she replied. "Why?"
"I won't let you suck me ever again, and I won't fuck you, even though I want to, unless you promise that you won't report them."
"I don't know," she said. "What they did was unforgivable."
"Maybe," said Douglas, "but they really were turned on by you. You've got to admit that you are a sexy lady."
"You think so?"
"Oh, come on, Miss Stevenson, you know you are sexy. Look at how hard all those boys got because of you. You are a really great looking chick."
"Well thanks," said Miss Stevenson. "I guess I'm not bad looking."
"Not bad looking? Hell, you are beautiful. That's why my cock is so hard. It's hard because I'm just waiting to fuck that delicious slit that you've got. I want to fuck you, Miss Stevenson. I want to fuck you really bad."
Douglas started playing with his cock. His huge elongated meat became harder and harder under the pressure of his hand.
"Oh, Douglas, that's beautiful. Oh, Douglas, baby I want it, I want your cock!" Miss Stevenson reached out to touch it. She put one hand on her crotch and tried to touch Douglas' ! prick with the other.
"No," he said. "You can't have it."
"But I want it."
"Please!"
"Promise me that you won't get Danny or any of the others in trouble."
"I can't."
"Then you can't have my cock." Douglas started to put his cock back inside his pants. He stood up, and she looked longingly at his penis.
"Okay," she said, "I promise. I won't tell on them. I must feel your cock inside my cunt, Douglas. I must let you fuck me. Please fuck me. I want your balls and your cock. Please!"
"Well, okay," he said. "You've promised now, remember."
"I promise, I promise," she insisted. "Please fuck me. Oh, Douglas, please take out your cock and balls again. Please unzip your pants! Your cock looks so tempting even inside your pants. Please fuck me!"
She reached out and massaged his fly. His cock was still stiff and throbbing and she desperately craved his meat.
"You'll have to do as I say," he told her.
"You will have to do everything that I tell you to do."
"I will," she panted. "I will. Tell me to do anything. I will do it so long as I have your meat inside my body. Please, Douglas. Please let me feel your prick."
"Okay," he said unzipping his fly again. "You can touch my penis."
"Oh, thank you, thank you," she moaned. "Oh, Douglas, your cock is so big. Oh, Douglas, I love feeling your hard meat and your balls. Let me eat your balls and your dick, please Douglas. I want to suck your cock."
"No," he said. "You will do as I say now. I don't want you to give me orders. I'm going to give you the orders around here."
"Yes, yes, anything you say, Douglas. I will do anything you say so long as you fuck me. Fuck me, please!"
"Okay," he said. "First remove all your clothes. Do it slowly so I can get really excited."
"Yes," she panted. "I will take off everything." She started to unbutton her blouse.
"What are you doing?" he asked. "I'm taking off my blouse," she said. "Why?"
"Because I want you to see my tits. I want to enjoy licking my tits and my nipples and sucking them and eating them. Please suck my tits Douglas, here they are, suck them!" She cupped her breasts in her hands and offered them to him."
Douglas reached out and grabbed his teacher's tits. "Mmmmm, they are good," he said as his tongue licked her nipples. "Your tits are really good." He licked and sucked hard on them. He was getting really hot now, and he was aching to thrust his prick deep into Miss Stevenson's hot pussy.
"Now, now," she pleaded. "Fuck me, oh, Douglas, fuck me. Ram your cock all the way into my hole. I want my pussy meat to feel your big dick sliding in and out. Please fuck me, Douglas, please fuck me really hard."
Douglas looked at her. She really was luscious. She was removing her panties now, and he could see her dripping cunt, completely open to him. He was ready to ram her pussy with his hard cock.
"I've got a really big hard-on for you," he told her. "My cock is ready to enter your slit. Oh, baby, it looks good. Your cunt really looks ripe and ready for me."
"It is, it is," she insisted. "I want your prick to be fucking my quim, Douglas. Please, please fuck me really hard." She grasped hold of his balls. "Oh, these feel so good. They are full of juice, Douglas, and I want that juice shot up into my pussy hole. I want your cream to empty itself deep into my hole. Fuck me, Douglas, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!! "
"Oh, yes, baby!" he panted, "I'm going to fuck you. Watch my dick enter your hole. Oh, baby, that feels so good. I love it. I love to feel your cunt around my dick. Wow, baby, this feels so nice!"
Her cunt lips parted and allowed his penis to enter. He was so hard, that she could feel him practically all the way up her body. She needed that meat. She needed that twelve-year-old boy's hard cock to make her pussy slit feel really good and warm. Her juices were flowing rapidly, and she lubricated his spear and they both felt really good.
"Oh!" she cried. "Oh, Douglas, I love it! Your prick feels great inside my flesh! Your balls are slapping my cunt meat. Fuck me harder, Douglas! Fuck me as hard as you can!" She was groaning and screaming as loud as she could. She didn't have to worry this time about a crowd hearing her because they were alone in her apartment. She loved getting fucked. This was the best fuck of her entire life. She had never felt so satisfied before.
Douglas was pumping away madly inside her body. He felt his cock penetrating all the way inside her hole. He began to bite hard on her tits, and she squealed with erotic delight.
"Oh, baby, I'm going to come!" he shouted. "I'm going to shoot your cunt full of hot cream!"
"Yes!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Oh, Douglas, let me feel my cunt filling up with your juice. Let me feel you, baby! Shoot me! Fuck me! Fill me up with hot come!"
Douglas' prick let loose with hot jets of creamy come. His sperm shot out with great force entering her luscious cunt hole and making them both happy. "Oh, baby, oh, baby!" he shouted. "Oh, baby, it feels so good!"
He pumped rapidly. He couldn't control himself. He went wild. His balls swung wildly in the air, slamming down hard on her cunt. His prick flooded her hole with hot juice.
Miss Stevenson's cunt syrups oozed out of her hole. She screamed with pleasure as her clitoris began to make her go wild.
"I'm coming!" she shouted. "My cunt is making me crazy!" Her cunt filled up with both of their comes. They held each other tightly. His young prick meat and her luscious slit were joined in a wild and frenzied climax.
"Oh, baby, that was wonderful!" he exclaimed. "You have a dynamite cunt hole."
She looked pleased. Douglas removed his prick from her hole, but immediately put his fingers into her cunt. "Oh, Douglas, baby," she gasped. "I don't want you to stop. I would like to have your young cock meat inside my hole all the time."
"I can, baby, I can," he said. "Boy, do you have a luscious slit. I could really fuck you all the time."
"Yes, yes," she panted, as he fucked her again, this time with his fingers. "Oh, that is wonderful."
Douglas really enjoyed playing with her meat. She had a beautiful pussy hole. His fingers felt good ramming into her hole, and he would have liked to have spent the entire evening with his teacher.
"Oh," he exclaimed as he glanced at his watch, "it's really getting quite late. I would like to stay, but I can't. My father will be getting very angry with me if I don't get back right away."
"Do you really have to leave?" she asked. "I would very much like you to stay."
"I'd love to stay," he said. "I would like nothing better than to be with you and fuck you all night long. Look," he said, pointing to his stiffening cock, "my cock is getting hard again, just thinking about staying with you, but I can't, I really can't. We'll have another session again, soon, I promise you."
"Oh, I'd like that very much," she said. "I would really like it if you were to fuck me again. I need your cock Douglas. I know you've probably never heard a teacher say this to you before, but I do need your cock. I need your beautiful young prick and your balls more than I've ever needed a piece of male meat before."
"Sure, Miss Stevenson," he said, "I will be back. We are going to have some great times together, I just know it."
"Yes, please!" she said. "I need you very much."
"Good," he replied. "I've really got to go now. I'll see you in school tomorrow and then we can set up some more times together. I'm sorry I've got to run, but I do."
Douglas got dressed. He put his shirt back on, and then his pants. Miss Stevenson tried to hold on to his cock so that he couldn't leave, but he pulled it away from her and zipped up his pants. She longed to hold onto his bulging crotch, but he unlocked the door and left.
This was one student that she was never told about all during her training. Obviously, Miss Stevenson had a lot to learn.
CHAPTER THREE
So Douglas had gone. Miss Stevenson was alone again, and she was beginning to hate it. She wanted to get married, but there hadn't been the right guy before. Douglas was the right guy, but he was twelve years old, practically half her age.
Who else was there? No one. Miss Stevenson thought about her former lovers, of which there were very few. She had once been seeing a young man who studied with her, but he left her sexually unsatisfied.
There was a guy, named Jeremy, who loved to fuck her, and he did have a big cock, but he moved to another city without so much as saying goodbye. She thought she had loved him, but since he had gone, all she could think about was his cock, and she wanted more than that in a marriage.
If only Douglas were older! If only he were eighteen or so. That wouldn't be too young, but to wait for him to grow up would be too difficult. He probably would forget all about her once he left her class. Douglas was interested in her only because he had something to gain by being nice to her. She was important to him only because she could give him good grades. He didn't really care about her.
Miss Stevenson felt lonely all over again. There was no one in her life. No one special person who cared about her and about whom she felt particular tenderness. She had entered teaching hoping to meet some nice young eligible bachelors, but she didn't seem able to meet them. Where were they? Where were all these nice young men?
Miss Stevenson went to prepare her dinner again. She hated eating alone. Maybe she could persuade Douglas to dine with her the next evening. Maybe that's what she would do. So she couldn't marry him, at least she could be with him. They could fuck or do whatever he wanted. She was going to speak to him the very next day.
Miss Stevenson decided that she would do whatever he asked. His cock so appealed to her, that to have it, she would do whatever he wanted. It didn't matter what he would say, she would be willing to give in to him. The thought of it excited her. She was going to be his slave.
The next day at school, Miss Stevenson decided that she would have a talk with the boys who raped her. She knew Danny had done it, but who were the other two?
"I would like to see you after class," she said to Danny.
"Why?"
"You'll find out later," she said. "It's important that I talk to you."
Douglas heard this and became very upset She had promised him that she wouldn't do anything that could hurt Danny, and this sounded like she was breaking her promise. He decided to wait around and see what she planned to do.
"Well?" demanded Danny after everyone else had gone home.
"I just want to know if it was you who attacked me yesterday," she said. "Was it?"
"Who, me?" he replied.
"Yes," she said. "I want you to be honest. I won't do anything that will get you into trouble, but I want to know who did it."
"Well, I don't know," said Danny.
"What do you mean, you don't know? You must know if it was you or not."
"Yeah, it was me, but I can't tell you who the other guys were."
"Come on, Danny, tell me."
"No. I won't snitch on them."
"If you don't, I'll send you down to Dr. Strong. It would be better if you told me who your companions were."
"No."
"Okay, Danny, you go right down to the principal's office. He will be waiting for you."
Danny started to leave. He wasn't going to rat on his friends. His friend, Douglas, strode into the room.
"Hey," he called out, "you lied to me."
"What are you talking about, Douglas?" replied Miss Stevenson. "I didn't he to you."
"Yes you did. You promised me that you wouldn't get Danny in trouble for having sex with you in the park yesterday. You are sending him down to the principal's office."
"Yes," she said. "But that's because he wouldn't tell me who his friends were. I have no intention of getting him in trouble because of his fucking me, but I have to know who the others are."
"Why?"
"Because I just have to know. I don't like to be fucked by anonymous people. I need to know who they were."
"What's going to happen to Danny?" asked Douglas.
"I don't know," his teacher replied. "You had better ask Dr. Strong that. I really don't know what he is going to do to him."
"Well, I think you are being unfair. You know that he only did it because he thought you would enjoy it."
"I do not enjoy having a knife in my back. That's not what I would call fun."
"Well, they didn't intend to use it, you know. If you had run away, they wouldn't have hurt you."
"How was I to know that? If you felt a knife in your back, you would do what that person said, wouldn't you? Or are you one of our brave citizens who would ignore all that?"
"I guess you are right," said Douglas. "I just hope that Danny doesn't get suspended or anything. I would hate to see that. He's my best friend."
"If he's that close to you, then you can tell him to reveal the names of his friends. I won't have this nonsense going on. Do you understand?
"Sure," said Douglas. "But I couldn't get him to reveal the names of his friends. He wouldn't do it. It's just not like him."
"Okay, have it your way, but I will take no responsibility for what Dr. Strong does to him. It's out of my hands entirely."
Douglas was very depressed when he left. He wanted to help Danny, but he realized that his teacher was right. It was one thing to have sex with someone who was willing, but another to use a knife. That was really going too far.
Miss Stevenson didn't want to see Douglas upset, but she really had no choice. She had to find out who those boys were who pulled a knife on her and forced her to get fucked. She did enjoy it, but that was secondary. She could have been hurt.
Danny and Dr. Strong entered her classroom just as soon as Douglas had gone.
"What seems to be the trouble, Miss Stevenson?" asked the principal. "This young man refuses to talk to me at all."
"Well, Danny, are you going to tell Dr. Strong what happened?"
"No."
"Shall I?"
"You wouldn't dare," he said. "It would get you in more trouble than it would get me."
"Is that so? Are you challenging me?"
"No, I just think that you don't really want to tell Dr. Strong what happened."
"What did happen?" he asked. "What has been going on?"
"This young man pulled a knife on me yesterday," said Miss Stevenson. "He and two of his friends."
"Really? Is that so, Danny?"
"Well, we really didn't mean any harm," said Danny. "We were just kidding around."
"Oh, is that so? Well, you really meant it then," said Miss Stevenson. "You weren't kidding, I assure you."
"Well, you come with me, young man," said Dr. Strong. "I'm going to have to call your parents about this."
He pulled Danny with him out of Miss Stevenson's classroom. She sat down at her desk. She hoped that Dr. Strong wouldn't expel him, but she really had no other choice. She still had to find out who those other two boys were.
She sat there for about half an hour. She was about to leave when Dr. Strong entered the room again.
"What did actually happen?" he asked. "I could get nothing else out of that kid."
"Well, it doesn't matter," she said. "I would rather not talk about it."
"I think it would be better if you did," said. 'I know it might be painful, but I think you should really not put it out of your mind. That sort of thing only encourages these creeps."
"Oh, Danny isn't a creep," said Miss Stevenson. "I think he and his friends just got carried away, that's all."
"Look," he said, "I've been in this business a lot longer than you have. I know that unless you put a stop to things like this very early, they will continue. I have known Danny, and I have a feeling that I know what he did."
"Oh?" She looked at him questioningly.
"Did he rape you? I know you might be embarrassed at this, but did he?"
Miss Stevenson turned red.
"I can see that he did. Well, you aren't the first one. He raped two other teachers last year, but each of them was afraid to file a complaint. If you don't, then there's nothing we can do."
"I don't want to file a complaint," said Miss Stevenson. "I just want to find out who those other boys were."
"I would file a complaint if I were you," said Dr. Strong, "or Danny and his friends will just be encouraged to do this again. I know it can be difficult for you, but we've got to stop them somewhere."
"Well, let me think about it," said Miss
Stevenson. "I will have to talk it over with some people." To her, some people meant Douglas. She would speak to him tomorrow and maybe she could persuade his friend to reveal those two other names. That way, Danny would be spared expulsion.
Dr. Strong left her alone. She gathered up her things and started to go home. She was nearly home when she ran into Danny.
"Oh, hello," she said as she continued to walk. "Did Dr. Strong say anything to you?"
"He's going to expel me," said Danny. "All because of you."
"Because of me? How so?"
"Because you told him what happened. I didn't think you would. He said you are going to file a complaint against me."
"So?"
"Well, I don't think that's fair. You enjoyed it as much as we did. You are being a hypocrite."
"Who were your friends? I won't file a complaint if you tell me who your friends were."
"I can't."
"Then I can't help you. Good day." She started to walk on. He followed her.
"You can't mean that, can you?"
"I can mean anything I want," she said. "Why?"
"Well, if I tell you, will you drop the complaint."
"Possibly."
"Then why should I tell you?"
"Because if you don't, then I definitely won't drop the complaint. You know what will happen to you if you get expelled?"
"No, what?"
"The only school you will be able to go to will be a reform school. You wouldn't like that very much, I can assure you."
"Well, if I tell you, please don't let me get expelled."
"Tell me, and then I'll decide."
"Okay," he said. He looked miserable as he was about to squeal on his two friends. "They were Arnie Jackson and Owen Carroll."
"Arnie and Owen? Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I wouldn't get innocent guys in trouble. Please don't get me expelled."
"I'll see. You go home now. I'll talk to you again tomorrow."
"Yeah, thanks," said Danny.
Miss Stevenson walked home. She wondered what she should do. She really had no intention of filing a complaint against him, but Dr. Strong thought that she should. She would just like to forget the whole thing now. It was both pleasant and unpleasant, but she wanted to turn her attention to other matters and not bother with him anymore.
The next day, she arrived early, as his her custom, and discovered that Douglas was there before her. She was surprised to see him there at that hour, and said so.
"Yeah, well I wanted to talk to you before anyone else got here," he said. "I want to talk to you about Danny."
"What about Danny?" asked Miss Stevenson. "What do you want to talk about?"
"I really would appreciate it if you wouldn't get him expelled," he said. "Maybe I will try to talk him into revealing those names."
"lie already did," said Miss Stevenson. "Yesterday."
"Really?"
"Yes. Arnie and Owen. At least I assume he was telling me the truth." Douglas whistled.
"Wow! Yeah, that's who they were. I didn't think he would say anything. So you won't expel him?"
"I didn't make any promises," said Miss Stevenson, "but I'm glad that he came forward with the truth. I don't think I will file a complaint."
"You can't," said Douglas, "because you promised me you wouldn't."
"That's true," said his teacher. "Very well, I won't, but I would like you to see to it that he doesn't do anything like that again."
"Okay, Miss Stevenson, I will." Douglas was overjoyed that his friend had gotten a reprieve. He eagerly awaited the arrival of Danny to tell him the good news.
Joseph Baker, one of her earliest troublemakers walked into the room with Danny. He apparently had decided that he would rape Miss Stevenson if she didn't drop the complaint, but when Douglas shouted to Danny that he wasn't going to be expelled, Joseph calmed down.
Miss Stevenson wondered what was happening. She had a feeling that she had done the right thing, because several of the boys looked at her with much hatred. She wondered if she should right then and there ask for a transfer to another school and start out all over.
There was a bit of trouble in the classroom that day. It was Friday, and no one wanted to pay her any attention. She was having trouble with the girls for the first time, and she was really furious when Douglas and Maryjane Adams kept whispering to each other all during class.
"I'd like to speak to both of you after school," she said to them. "This sort of thing has got to stop."
Maryjane giggled. She knew what sometimes went on during Miss Stevenson's after-hours lectures, but she was there with Douglas.
"Okay, you two, I want you to know that if either one of you continue to talk during my classes, you both can be suspended. Don't start acting up with me."
Douglas looked a little embarrassed. He didn't want to seem like teacher's pet, which is what some of the kids were calling him. and he needed to act up to prove that he was still a regular guy. Maryjane was a little troublemaker from the start, and the two of them were proving to be a headache for the teacher.
She was about to really give them a scolding, when she received a message that the principal wanted to speak to her. She figured that it was about Danny, and she decided to tell him to drop the complaint, but she had to leave Douglas and Maryjane.
"I want you two to be here when I get back," she said. "I will return very soon. Don't either one of you two leave. I'm not finished with you yet."
"Well, okay," said Douglas. He knew he was going to catch hell from his father. He hadn't been home on time all week.
Miss Stevenson's guess about what Dr. Strong had on his mind was correct. She explained to him that Danny had apologized and that he had given her the names of his two friends, and that she therefore didn't want to pursue the matter any further.
"Well, I think you are making a mistake," he told her, "but I can't force you to do things my way. I would really think it better if he were to be gotten rid of."
"I don't agree with you," said Miss Stevenson. "I would like to forget the whole tiling."
He reluctantly agreed not to expel Danny, and Miss Stevenson headed back towards her classroom. She opened the door and was amazed at what she saw.
Douglas and Maryjane were on the floor in the back of the room and they were fucking. They hadn't heard her enter, and so they didn't stop their activity.
"Oh, Douglas, your cock is so big!" exclaimed Maryjane. "It's making my cunt all hot and wet!"
Douglas was pumping away at that young girl's hole. His prick was deeply embedded in her body, and he was causing her to scream with ecstasy.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Oh, Douggie, fuck me, fuck me!" Miss Stevenson looked with amazement as her pupil's prick pounded away at that eleven-year-old female flesh. She had a young pubescent cunt and Douglas' cock looked like it was too big for it.
"Yes, Maryjane, baby, I'm going to really make you feel good. My cock is going to make your hole feel really great. Do you like my cock?"
"Oh, yes, Douglas, oh yes! I love your big meat. My hot cunt feels so good. I feel my juices flowing all over your big meat."
"What's going on here?" demanded Miss Stevenson. "What are you doing?"
Douglas looked up at her. "Oh, we got carried away." He stopped pumping his prick into Maryjane and she looked frightened.
"You should do that at home," said their teacher. "This is my classroom."
"Oh, come off it," said Maryjane, "you and Douglas had sex here. He told me that you sucked his cock. If you can do it, why can't I?"
"What did you tell her?" she asked Douglas. "Did you tell her that?"
Douglas looked sheepish. "Yeah," he said. "I did say that. It was true, you know. You did suck my cock right here in this room."
"See?" said Maryjane. "If you can suck his cock here, then I can get fucked. I love big pricks and Douglas has a really fat cock."
"Well, then," said Douglas, "you and Miss Stevenson have something in common. Both of you like big pricks."
Maryjane giggled. "Well, I've got him now," she said. "You can't have him until I'm finished, right, Douggie?"
"Right," answered Douglas. "We're almost done. I'm almost about to shoot." He and Maryjane went back to their activity. Miss Stevenson was fascinated by the sight of two of her pupils fucking. Their young bodies really turned her on.
The continued to fuck. She could see that Douglas was about ready to come. The sight of his huge prick thrust deep into that nubile young girl's twat made her own cunt begin to ooze. She put her hands inside her skirt and started to finger-fuck herself.
Her eyes became glued to Douglas' cock. In and out it went into Maryjane's hot open slit. She could see Maryjane's juices flowing out of her hole, and she wanted to get down and lick that sweet cunt. Yes, she thought, why not? Why not lick out Maryjane's cunt hole? She got down on her knees and started to help Douglas drive Maryjane completely wild.
"Oh, fuck me!" she cried. "Oh, that feels so good! I want that cock, Douglas! Fuck me hard with your big hard prick meat."
Suddenly, Douglas's prick opened up and a torrent of cream gushed out. "I'm coming!" he shouted. "Oh, baby, I'm coming! I'm shooting! I'm coming!" His come raced forth into her hole and it began to ooze out of her slit mixed with her come. Miss Stevenson's tongue rapidly flicked out and she scooped up both their juices and drank them.
"That tastes good," said Miss Stevenson. "Douglas, your come tastes even better mixed with hot female syrup."
"You bet it does," cried Maryjane. "Lick out my cunt hole, teacher. Please lick my fucking hot pussy slit! Eat me, baby, eat my cunt hole!"
Miss Stevenson went wild, sucking and licking Maryjane's hot hole. Douglas was withdrawing his penis from that young slit, and Miss Stevenson licked his shaft as it came out, and then went back to continue sucking Maryjane.
"That looks exciting," exclaimed Douglas. "I would like to join you and lick her hole." He bent over and started to suck out Maryjane. His teacher's tongue met his and they kissed for a long time. Douglas began to get excited again, and his prick started to stiffen up.
"I would like to fuck you, Miss Stevenson," he announced. "Look at my cock. See how stiff I'm getting. You are really turning me on, I really mean it. I'm so hard, I could fuck both of you at once. You are making my hard-on bigger and bigger."
Miss Stevenson took hold of Douglas' stiff dork and began to rub it. She wanted it to become very stiff so it would feel really good up her vaginal hole.
"Yes," she panted. "Fuck me, Douglas. Please fuck me again."
"What about me?" asked Maryjane. "I want to be fucked again too."
"I'll eat out your hole while he's fucking me," said Miss Stevenson. "You should really like that. Your hole will feel really great and so will mine."
Miss Stevenson proceeded to eat her female pupil's cunt hole. Her tongue flicked in and out of that sweet and delicate hole. It was hot and wet and Maryjane began to writhe with great ecstasy. It was driving her wild.
"Oh, Miss Stevenson," she moaned, "your tongue is making my cunt feel so hot. Please lick my hole out. Eat my hot cunt, please eat me! Eat my hole!"
Douglas was getting very excited watching the two females have sex. He grabbed hold of his penis and started to press it all over Miss Stevenson's body. His hard prick felt good in his hand. He loved playing with his cock and Miss Stevenson's cunt seemed quite ready to take it in.
"I'm going to fuck you now," he told her. I'm ready to fuck you with my stiff shaft. Take it in, Miss Stevenson. Spread your legs and let me fuck you."
His balls were hot and ready to release some more juice just as soon as his shaft was stimulated enough. He knew that Miss Stevenson's hot cunt hole would provide just the right amount of massage. He wanted to flood her body with his hot cream.
"Fuck me!" Miss Stevenson cried. "Oh, Douglas baby, I want to feel your huge tool. Fuck my hot and horny hole," she commanded. "Oh, baby, I want it. I need it! I have got to be fucked, please fuck me! Fuck me really hard!"
Douglas was only too eager to fuck his teacher. He felt for her pussy hairs with the tip of his cock and finding them, forced his prick past her cunt lips and sank his organ deep into her open flesh hole.
"Ohh!! " Miss Steven sighed. "Oh, Douglas, that is wonderful. I love your prick. Your cock and balls are really driving me wild. Fuck me, baby, fuck me!"
His prick slid all the way into her hole. She could feel his balls trying to enter her twat also and she wanted to open herself wide enough to let all of Douglas in.
"Eat my cunt!" screamed Maryjane. "Oh, please eat my pussy hole. I want to feel your big hot tongue sucking hard on my pussy slit. Suck me out, please suck me! Suck me!"
Miss Stevenson was going wild. Her cunt was filled with Douglas' hard meat and she was sucking out Maryjane's hot oozing slit. She couldn't control her shivering and shaking. She had to have more. More cock and more balls and more cunt. Miss Stevenson was going crazy with lustful desire for the hard penis and soft cunt that she now possessed.
Douglas was pounding inside her vagina violently. He thrust and plunged his cock all the way into her quim and he began to shake too. He was ready to shoot his load deep into his teacher's quim and he was going to coat her walls with his thick and creamy fluid.
"I'm coming!" he shouted. "Oh, baby, I'm coming! I'm shooting, I'm fucking your cunt! Fuck! Cock! Cunt! I'm fucking you, baby! I'm shooting my hot cream!"
Miss Stevenson could feel his hot cream shooting deep into her hole. She felt her oozing slit filling up with his cream at the same time that she was losing her juice. The floor was getting very wet, but none of them cared.
"Eat me!" moaned Maryjane. "Eat my fucking hot cunt hole, please eat me! Eat me!" Miss Stevenson's tongued that girl's young slit and Maryjane went wild. She felt those hot juices on her tongue as her young student began to cream inside her cunt. Her juices flowed like mad and the more they leaked out, the faster Miss Stevenson's tongue went.
The three of them were going wild. Douglas still felt his cock wanting another orgasm. That kid really could spurt and spurt all day long. Miss Stevenson wanted to take it in her mouth and suck him off again.
"Please let me suck you!" she pleaded. "I want to feel that hard cock shoved into my face again."
"I've got to go home," he said. "My father will beat me if I don't show up for dinner."
"For dinner? Is it that late already?"
"Yeah," said Douglas. "It's almost five-thirty. I think I had better be going."
"Me too," echoed Maryjane. "I have got to go home. Thanks, Miss Stevenson. You really made me feel very good. I love the way your tongue licked out my hole."
"It felt very good for me too," said Miss Stevenson. "I hadn't realized that your cunt would be so delicious. You look so young and your cunt could have been underdeveloped."
"Oh, no," she exclaimed. "My cunt has been giving me pleasure ever since I was nine. I love getting tongue-fucked and face-fucked and just plain fucked. I love cocks and balls and cunts. I would like to do this again. Do you think we could?"
"Sure," said Miss Stevenson. "I think that the three of us could get together again, but perhaps we shouldn't do it here. I think it would be better if we were to go over to my place. It's much safer there. No one will be there to surprise us."
"Who could surprise us here?" asked Maryjane.
"Well, you never know," said Miss Stevenson. "Dr. Strong for one. He's still in the school, and it's possible that a few of the other teachers will still be here."
"Yeah, I guess so," said Maryjane. "Perhaps it would be better at your place. I think that's a great idea."
"Yeah," agreed Douglas. "I know that I would feel much more comfortable if we could remain undisturbed. I could even get a bigger hard-on."
"You couldn't possibly get a bigger hard-on," said Miss Stevenson. "I have never seen a boy your age or even any age with a cock like yours. You look like your cock was really as big as it could possibly ever get."
"Yes, my prick did get very hard and big," said Douglas, "but I would like to see if I can even get it bigger. Maybe with the three of us at your place, we could really go wild. With two cunts, I think my cock can get the biggest it has ever been."
"We'll see," said Miss Stevenson. "Meantime, we really should go. It's getting quite late for all of us."
"Yes," said Maryjane, "and thank you again." The three of them got up, and got ready to leave. They were all quite happy over the latest turn of events.
CHAPTER FOUR
Miss Stevenson had a nice quiet weekend. She longed for the feel of her star pupil's hard penis, but she was still relieved that she didn't have any classes. It would be nice to stay home and just relax.
Most people use the weekends to have fun, but this teacher found that they were much more boring than during the week. The weekend meant that she was alone, and she didn't really like that.
Oh, she had tried to go out on dates. There were a few men in her life, but they didn't really interest her. In the first place, she really preferred them young. She loved young boys, and the younger they were the more she liked them. The men she dated were all older than she was, and even though some of them were quite experienced sexually and did things with her that no younger man would have even thought of, let alone been able to do, she still found that youthful naivite was what she really craved. She loved showing a boy how to use his cock and balls. That really excited her, and she was pleased that so many of the children in her classroom enjoyed her body.
She knew for the first time that she enjoyed young boys when she was still in college. She had been living with her parents and her mother had ordered groceries from the market. They still hadn't been delivered when her parents had to leave.
"Now Roberta," admonished her mother, "you know you shouldn't leave until the boy comes with the groceries. The food will spoil if you don't put it right away into the refrigerator."
"Yes, mother," said Miss Stevenson. "I am not going anywhere tonight. I will be home all night studying."
"You really should get out more often," said her mother. "You know I don't like you to stay home every Saturday night."
"I don't mind," she replied. "I really don't enjoy going out."
"But Roberta dear, you can meet so many nice young men at school. I don't see why you don't date them. You know it isn't as if you weren't asked."
"Yes, mother, but I just don't want to. The boys in my classes don't interest me. They are all so all-knowing and smart-ass. I would like somebody who doesn't question and doesn't demand."
"You won't find men like that," said her mother. "It sounds more like you want a young boy."
Her mother hadn't meant anything by that remark, but Roberta Stevenson wondered if it were true.
"Anyway, I'll be here, so you don't have to worry about your food spoiling." Roberta went back to her books as her parents left the house.
She was quite engrossed in her work, so she didn't hear the doorbell ring at first. By the time she finally heard it, she opened the door just in time to see the boy entering the elevator. The groceries were lying on the doorstep.
"Come back!" she shouted. "Wait!"
The boy hurried out of the elevator. "What do you want, miss?" he asked. He was a good-looking young lad of about thirteen. He obviously was helping out earn some money for his family, for him to be working so young.
"I want to give you a tip," she said. "Wait just a minute. I'll go find my handbag." She went inside and started to look to see where she kept her pocketbook. "I'll find it in a minute."
"That's all right, lady," said the boy. "I don't mind."
"No, you can't leave without some change," she insisted. "You work hard. You deserve a tip."
The boy stood at the door. He waited, but he figured that she was so scatterbrained that she would never find her pocketbook.
"Don't stand there," she said, noticing him, "I think you could come in, that is, if you don't mind."
"No, I don't mind," he said. "This was my last delivery for the day."
"Well, I think I found something," she said. "No. It was a foreign coin. Oh, dear, I don't think I have any change. Can I get you something to drink instead? Coffee? A soda? A glass of milk?"
"That's okay, thanks." He started to go. She called him back again. She couldn't bare to see that handsome young boy leave. She suddenly realized that she didn't want to be alone anymore. She wanted him to spend the evening with her.
"Look, how about a beer?" she asked. "Do you drink beer?"
"Well, I like it," he said, "but I usually don't drink it."
"Here is a glass," she said reaching into the cupboard. "I'll get the beer from the fridge."
She opened the refrigerator door and took out two bottles of beer. She opened them and poured them into two glasses. As he drank, she looked at him up and down.
He noticed her attentions, and wanted to leave, but he didn't feel it was polite after he had been offered something to drink.
"You know," she began, "you are a good-looking boy."
He blushed. "Thanks," he said.
"No, I mean it. You are really quite attractive." The boy stood up. He wanted to go now, and he started towards the door. Roberta looked at him. Apparently he had thought she was attractive too because his penis was erect and causing his pants to bulge at his fly.
"Would you like another beer?" she asked. "I'm going to have one."
"Well, I should be going," he said.
"Oh, come on, stay and have one more. There's a lot of beer in the fridge. Come on, stay?"
"Well, okay," he said. "Just one more." She poured out a second glass of beer. She leaned forward in front of him and couldn't help noticing that he was staring down her blouse.
"Oh," she said, touching the buttons on her blouse. "I'm sorry."
"That's okay," he said, his face turning red. "I don't mind." He was sorry that she noticed where he was staring. He liked to look at tits.
"I wouldn't have thought a boy your age would be interested in women yet," she said. "Most boys your age haven't even noticed that girls are different from boys."
"I've noticed," he said with a smile. "I'm no dummy."
"No, I'm sure you're not," she said. "I can see that you took advantage of me and looked down my blouse."
"Well, you were right in front of me," he said. "I couldn't help but notice."
"Did you like what you saw?" she asked. "Did you like it, or did it turn you off?"
"Oh, no," he said, "it turned me on. I really liked it. You have very nice tits."
"Thank you," she said. "I'm glad." She was proud of her tits. They were firm and fleshy and her red nipples protruded from her mounds quite noticeably.
Roberta let her hand fall away from her blouse. She had intentionally unbuttoned several buttons and her blouse opened slightly.
"Yeah, you've got great tits," said the boy. "I like nice tits. You are turning me on."
"I am?"
"Yes," he replied. "I could go for someone like you."
"What kind of talk is that for a thirteen-year-old?" she asked. "I've never heard anyone your age talk like you."
"Well, maybe when you were my age," he said, "but all the kids talk like that now. You are a really swinging girl, you know. I like that."
"Oh, come off it. You don't know that many girls."
"I do too."
"How can you? You're much too young to know what to do with them."
"No I'm not."
"What do you do with them, if you're so smart?"
"Well," he hesitated. "I know what to do."
"What? What would you do with me, for instance, if you could do anything at all."
"I don't know."
"See? I told you, you wouldn't know what to do with a girl if she offered herself to you naked."
"Yes I do. I've done it before."
"What have you done before."
"I've fucked girls before."
"You have."
"Yes."
"How many?"
"Oh, lots. Lots of girls. I know how to fuck."
"You do? What do you do?"
"Stop kidding me. I know what to do with my prick. I've put my prick inside a girl's hole."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really. You think I'm some sort of dummy. I know I could fuck you, if you would let me. I know how to fuck, I really do."
"If I let you fuck me, would you do a good job?"
"Sure," boasted the boy. "I could really fuck you. Look, my cock is already hard."
"So I see," said Roberta as the boy stood up. "I would like to unzip your pants and feel just how hard your cock is."
"Okay," said the boy. "Go ahead."-
Roberta Stevenson began to unzip the boy's fly. She could feel that his meat was quite stiff and she wanted to touch it and squeeze his balls, and make that hard cock slide all the way into her craving open slit.
"I'd like you to fuck me," she said. "I would really like this prick to fuck my hole."
The boy began to squeeze her tits. His penis was very hard, and his balls were hot, ready for some action with this older woman.
"Take off your clothes," commanded the boy, "I can't fuck you with your clothes on."
"Of course not," said Roberta. "I'll take off my clothes, but you have to take off yours. I don't want you to fuck me with just your prick and balls hanging outside of your pants. Let's go into the bedroom. It will be very comfortable on the bed and you can really shove your dick all the way into my hole."
The thirteen-year-old boy was really getting very excited. This was a completely different experience from any he had had before. Usually it was an effort even getting a girl to jerk him off, but this one really wanted to be fucked. He found it hard to believe, but it was true. He was going to ram her cunt and make his cock harder than it had ever been before.
"Fuck me, please!" she begged when they were both nude and lying in her bed. "You have a really big and beautiful prick. I love your cock," she told him. "I want this cock and balls to fuck my open slit."
"Sure," he said. "I'm really going to fuck r you." The young boy mounted her and rammed his dick into her hole. "Oh, it feels nice," he gasped. "You have a great slit, lady. I love fucking your hot hole!"
His dick pumped up and down into her body. She loved the pressure he was giving her. She loved feeling the weight of his body on hers and she craved his penis inside her twat. Her juices started to flow and she felt better now that a really young boy was fucking her.
"Oh, that's good," she moaned. "Oh, that's very good." She clasped her arms around his body and pulled him in even closer. His whang went practically all the way into her hole. She could almost feel it sliding so far in that it felt like it was coming out of her asshole.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Oh, baby, please fuck me! Fuck me really hard!" She felt his balls slapping against her cunt. "Oh, that's good! That's very good! I love that, keep fucking me, baby, keep fucking my hot hole with your hard dick."
The boy was going wild. His penis was hotter than it had ever been before. It was throbbing and pulsating inside her hole and he was just about ready to shoot his load deep inside her hole.
"I'm shooting!" he cried. "Feel my come as it shoots into your cunt!" His young sperm shot out of his cock and coated the insides of her vaginal passageway. She craved that hot spurting liquid shooting into her quim.
"Oh, yes, oh, yes, that's beautiful! Your prick is so beautiful! My cunt feels so good. I love it, I love it! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
He started to bite her tits hard. She felt great pain but it was mixed with the pleasure of being fucked by a very young boy. She loved every bit of it. It made her really glad to know that she could enjoy sex after all. No one else had ever satisfied her sexually. It took this young man of thirteen years to show her than her body could give her pleasure.
"Oh, baby, that was good!" she exclaimed when her pussy was filled with his semen. "You really do know how to fuck a girl."
"I told you," he said. "I told you I knew how to fuck. Did you really like it?"
"Like it? I loved it. Your prick and balls really drove me wild. Oh, baby, that was good. You are a real stud, you know that? You are a fucking stud!"
The boy was pleased. He enjoyed being told he was a stud, and he did believe it now that he had fucked an older woman. His penis was still hot and throbbing and he wanted to fuck her again and again.
"My, you really are a stud," she said, when he told her that he wanted to repeat doing what he had just finished. "Your cock doesn't go down after you come, does it?"
"No," he said. "It will stay hard if I've enjoyed it. That's why it's still hard now. My cock will never get soft if I really enjoyed fucking. Please. Let me fuck you again."
"Well, it did feel good," said Roberta. "I enjoyed letting you fuck me, but it is getting late."
"Oh, please! It's not too late for me.'
"Don't you have to get home?" she asked. "Don't your parents expect you home?"
"Yeah, but they will think I'm out playing baseball or something. They won't ever have to know that I was fucking you."
"Well, I don't think so," said Roberta. All she wanted was to prove to herself that she did enjoy sex, and she discovered that she enjoyed it most with a thirteen-year-old. Maybe some other time she would let this boy fuck her again, but not now. She did have some schoolwork to catch up on, and it had to be done because it was due on Monday.
"Look," she said, "I know that I enjoyed it, and that you enjoyed it. I would love to have your prick inside my cunt again, but I can't just now. Maybe if you would come over every Saturday night, we could fuck. There are other things I would like to do too."
"Like what?" he asked.
"Well, I would like to suck your cock, and I would like it if you ate out my pussy hole. That would really turn me on you know. Then I would like you to eat out my asshole. Have you ever done that?"
"No," confessed the boy. "That I haven't done, eating asshole I mean. I have had my cock sucked and I have licked out pussy before."
"Well, you'll have to come back next week. My parents go away every Saturday, and I will see to it that we order groceries late every Saturday, okay?"
"Sure," said the boy. "I really enjoyed it today. I would love to fuck you again and again. Your sweet hole was really great. My cock got very hard fucking your pussy."
"I'm glad you liked it," said Roberta, putting her clothes back on. "I'm sure that we can have many great times together."
"Yeah," said the boy. "I'll look forward to seeing you next week. I want to fuck you again, I really do."
"Okay," said Roberta. "Put your clothes on, and then we'll definitely have a date for next Saturday. I think we'll be great friends."
"Me too," said the boy. He got dressed and left.
Roberta was happy. She knew that she enjoyed sex with young boys. She enjoyed sex with that kid more than she had ever enjoyed getting fucked before. It had proved to her that she liked young ones and that's when she decided that she would teach boys and girls of approximately that age. If they were too young, they wouldn't know what to do, and any older than that, they were much too experienced and all-knowing. Eleven to thirteen was the ideal age, and as long as the boy had a big cock, she was happy. Roberta knew that she would always like them young.
Her thoughts wandered back to the present day. Miss Stevenson had fulfilled her life-long dream of teaching in a Junior High School, and she was pleased that she was able to have sex with so many of her students. She knew that their parents would object if they ever found out, and that it might cost her her job, but she trusted them.
She knew that they wouldn't tell on her, because then they would be deprived of a good time with their teacher. Miss Stevenson had a good thing going, and she didn't want to do anything to spoil it. She was going to fuck and suck her way through her career.
CHAPTER FIVE
Miss Stevenson settled down comfortably in her position as teacher of seventh graders. She discovered that she enjoyed teaching them in addition to having sex with them, and she felt relieved that the boys and girls in the classroom no longer gave her any trouble. It was quite a load off her mind. She had thought, when she first started teaching at Forrest that she wouldn't last out the week, but events had Droved her wrong. It was now halfway towards the Christmas Vacation, and Miss Stevenson looked forward to spending a good part of her life there.
She continued to spend a good deal of her time with Douglas. He no longer was kept after school, but instead went over to her place and the two of them had some really great times together.
"I do appreciate what you are doing for me," said Miss Stevenson, in a rare moment of candor. She had just finished sucking Douglas' cock, and she had to tell him what she felt.
"Thanks," said Douglas. "I think it's only fair to warn you, though, that my father is getting very upset with you."
"With me? How so?"
"Well, you know I can't tell him that I've been spending almost every afternoon here. I tell him that you are keeping me in after school."
"Why are you saying that? Why can't you just say that you are out with your friends, or something?"
"Because he can check up on that. He has no way of really knowing what I am doing if I say that you are making me stay late."
"But he must think that I really don't like you, or that you are being punished for something. I think he wouldn't be happy about that at all."
"That's what I've been trying to tell you," said Douglas. "I know that he's been ignoring it, at least he had been, but lately it's been upsetting him."
"Well, what can we do about that? I do like you, Douglas, and I wouldn't want to give up our afternoons together."
"I don't know, Miss Stevenson," said Douglas. "I really would like to keep on seeing you."
"Yes," she replied. "Can we think of something else?"
"Well, he intends to talk to you about it," said Douglas. "I know that's what he told me he was going to do. I don't think that I can prevent that from happening."
"I see," she answered. "Well, I suppose I'll have to think of something. Maybe I can say that you are doing some remedial work."
"Nan, that wouldn't work," responded her student. "He knows I'm bright, and he wouldn't ever believe that I needed any of that kind of work. Even if I did need it, he wouldn't accept it."
"I don't know, I'll think of something," she said. "When is he planning on talking to me?"
"That's what he wanted me to set up. You see, he's always home. He works out of our home and he can come into the school anytime."
"How about tomorrow?"
"That would be okay," said Douglas. "I'll go home and tell him."
"No, wait. I will need more time to think about what I'm going to tell him. Make it Monday. Yes, Monday would be a lot better. I could use the weekend to carefully construct a story. I'll be able to explain it to you later. How does that sound?"
"That's fine sounding to me," he answered. "Yes, that's probably the best idea."
"I think I'll say something about your helping me. Would he believe that?"
"I don't know. He has been constantly asking me why I am staying late, and I have been trying to avoid answering him. If I were just helping you, then I don't think I would have refused to tell him."
"That's true," she said. "I could say that you are a distracting influence on the class."
"Hey, that's an idea. I don't think he would get too upset if you told him that I was flirting with all the girls. My father thinks that something like that is just fine. He likes the idea of my being the center of all the girls' attentions. He wouldn't object to that, and at the same time, he would understand why you would need to keep me after school as a form of punishment, since it would be disrupting your class."
"Yes," she said. "That's what I'll say."
Douglas left her house and headed for home. He still didn't tell his father just what it was that he was being kept in for, but he made the appointment for Monday. Miss Stevenson was all ready for him.
"Are you Miss Stevenson?" asked Mr. Harrison, Douglas' father.
"Yes, I take it you are here to see me about Douglas."
"I am, yes," he replied. "I would really like to know what's been happening with him. Why is he coming home from school late almost every day?"
Miss Stevenson resisted a great urge to tell his father the truth. She wanted to blurt out that he had been fucking her, but decided not to. She thought that he wouldn't understand.
"Well, you know that Douglas is a very attractive boy," she started. "That has a lot to do with it."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well, all the girls are interested in him, and he is paying them more attention than he is paying me. I mean that he doesn't listen to me in class."
"Really? Why do you think that is?"
"I really have no idea, Mr. Harrison, except that he likes receiving the attentions of the young girls. I don't seem to have any control over him. I would like him to listen to me in class."
"You're not jealous of the girls, are you Miss Stevenson?"
"Heavens no!" she exclaimed. She didn't tell him that she would be jealous of him if the events she described were true, but he didn't know that.
"Well, I don't really see what you are so upset about," he said. It was obvious that he was proud of his son. Their plan was working.
"Well, you know that I would prefer it if he were to put his mind more to his work, and less elsewhere. I think his mind needs more exercise than other parts of him."
"What do you mean, Miss Stevenson?" he asked.
"I think you know perfectly well what I mean," she replied. "You look like a man who knows about these things. You must know that Douglas likes to spend a good deal of his time in the company of the young girls here."
"I guess he does," said his father. "Well, I'm glad that you told me these things. I had thought for a while that there was really something wrong with my son, but now I see that he is a perfectly normal young man. I'm glad to hear that."
"Yes, you see that I thought that keeping him late would accomplish two things. Firstly, it would punish him by showing him that I could make him stay late and not go out with the rest of the children. It would also prevent him from seeing too many girls. The more he stayed in school, the less time he would have for them."
"I do believe you are jealous, Miss Stevenson," said Mr. Harrison with a slight chuckle. "Yes, I really think that you are jealous that he spends more of his time with the girls of his class and would rather do so, than he does with you."
"Oh, come now, Mr. Harrison," she said sweetly. "You know that couldn't possibly be true. What would I do with a twelve-year-old boy?"
"The same thing you could do with a thirty-two-year-old man."
"What are you talking about?" she asked. She, of course, knew perfectly well.
"What I'm saying, Miss Stevenson, is that the two of you could do just what you and I could do."
"And what is that?" she asked.
"Well, I don't really want to discuss it here," he said. "What I really would like is for you and I to go somewhere and talk about it."
"Like where?" she asked.
"Well, I don't like talking in a schoolroom. I never did. How would you like to come out with me for a drink and we could talk."
"I don't really know," she said. "I do have plans for the evening."
"Well, it wouldn't have to take the whole evening," he said with a smile. "I'm sure we could accomplish our business in a short time."
"Okay," she said agreeing to his proposition, "I think I could spare some time."
"Great," he replied. "Let's go."
Miss Stevenson and Mr. Harrison walked out of the school building. He steered her towards his car.
"Let's go over to the bar at the Vacation Inn Lounge. It's really a great place."
"Okay, sure," she said. She knew the reputation of that place. It was part of a motel, and she knew exactly what was on his mind. She didn't refuse, not particularly because she wanted to have sex with an older man, but because he was Douglas' father, and she wanted to keep on his good side.
The entered the lounge. It was nearly deserted, as places like that usually are at four in the afternoon. "Come on, sit down at this booth," he offered.
The two of them sat down and immediately proceeded to discuss all sorts of things except Douglas. Miss Stevenson was afraid that if she had a few drinks she would tell his father just what the two of them had been doing. This was something that she didn't want to tell him.
They had quite a few drinks, and Miss Stevenson was getting very sleepy. She looked like she just wanted to lie down somewhere and rest.
"I think you need something soft to relax on," he suggested. "As it happens, I have a room here in this motel and I think we should go in it."
"Okay," she said softly. "Perhaps that would be best."
"It's right down the corridor," he told her. "Room 123."
They entered his room, and she lay down on the bed. He walked over to her.
"I think you could tell me now exactly the real reason you keep Douglas in school so late all the time. I really don't believe the story you told me."
"What?"
"Oh, come on now, Miss Stevenson," he said. "I don't for a moment think that you aren't yourself attracted to him. I could tell that every time his name came up. You kept touching yourself whenever you talked about him."
"I did?"
"Yes, you did," he said. "I think that that means something."
"What could it mean?" she asked naively.
"You tell me," he said.
"Well, are you trying to get me to say that we've fucked together? I don't think that's fair of you to imply that."
"Well, isn't that what you and my son have been doing? Come on now, Miss Stevenson, tell me the truth. That's exactly what has been happening. I think that you and Douglas have been having sex almost every day. Isn't that so?"
"I don't know. I want to go to sleep."
"Oh no you don't," he said. "Not before I'm finished with you, you don't."
"Well.. . "
"Look, Miss Stevenson," he argued. "I really know what has been happening. I already know all about you and Douglas."
"You do?" She wondered how he could have found out. Douglas wouldn't have told him, or would he?
"Yes, I do."
"Did Douglas say anything?"
"What difference does that make?"
"Well, it does make a difference. He told me he wouldn't tell you anything."
"And so he didn't, but I found out anyway."
"How?"
"Well, if you must know, there is a girl in the class whom I happen to know very well."
"It wouldn't be Maryjane, would it?"
"Yes, as a matter-of-fact, Maryjane Adams and I are quite good friends."
"So you like young girls," she said. "That's not so different from me and Douglas."
"I never said it was," said Mr. Harrison. "I never said that Douglas fucking you was wrong. You are the one who seemed to think that's what I would say."
"You mean you don't care?"
"Oh, I care," he said, "but I don't think that it's wrong. You see, I know Douglas well enough to realize that he enjoys having sex with women of about your age. I figured right away that he'd been fucking you. I just wanted you to tell me for yourself."
"Oh," she said. She really didn't know what else to say. Mr. Harrison had known all along what they had been doing.
"Yes," he said. "I don't mind his fucking such a pretty girl like you. You still are a girl, Miss Stevenson. You are very young and very beautiful and very sexy."
"Oh, no I'm not," she protested.
"Of course you are," he insisted. "I think that you are extremely sexy. You really do turn me on, Miss Stevenson."
"No I don't," she answered. "You like girls very young. I'm nearly twice Maryjane's age."
"I didn't say I didn't like them older," he told her. "I like pretty and sexy women of any age. I could really go for someone like you."
Miss Stevenson looked at Douglas' father. He was a good-looking man who resembled his son quite a bit. He had a good physique and she thought there would be no harm in having a casual fling with him.
"Yes," he repeated, "I could really go for someone like you."
She didn't respond to that. She still couldn't quite make up her mind what to do. She kept thinking that she had to be home, and that she wanted to get out of there, but he was attractive, and she could feel her lubricating juices beginning to flow. Her mind told her one thing, but her cunt told her another. She just couldn't get up and leave.
"I can see why Douglas likes you," he repeated. "Yes, it's very clear. He likes women with nice fleshy tits, and so do I."
Mr. Harrison put his hands on his son's teacher's breasts. He caressed them slowly and deliberately, and she could feel her nipples becoming stiff. She was getting very excited, and she wanted him to continue massaging her tits.
"How does that feel, Miss Stevenson?" he asked. "How do you like this?"
"I like it very much," she replied. "Don't stop. Please feel and rub my tits. That really turns me on."
"Good," he said. "It turns me on too."
"I can see that," she said, looking at his crotch. His cock was getting hard, and it was causing a bulge to appear. "You look like you are getting a hard-on."
"So I am," he said. He began to unzip his pants. "My cock is getting hard for you, Miss Stevenson, and I would like to do something about it."
"What are you going to do about it?" she asked.
"You'll find out," he said. He unbuckled his pants and slowly removed them. His penis was a massive piece of hard masculine flesh. As big as Douglas' cock was, his father's prick seemed twice as big. Miss Stevenson blinked. She didn't know if her pussy was big enough to take it all in.
She reached out and touched his prick. It was warm and she started to stroke it.
"I want it," she said softly. "I want that hard prick inside my cunt."
"That's just where it's going," he replied. "You are going to feel my dick all the way inside your cunt. You are going to know what a really big prick can do to your sweet pussy."
Mr. Harrison started to undress Miss Stevenson. He unbuttoned her blouse and squeezed her tits. She moaned with ecstasy and he quickly began to remove her skirt. Her panties were beginning to get wet with her cunt juices oozing out of her hole, and he played with her cunt hairs as he removed her wet panties.
"Oh, baby, your cunt feels good and warm," he said. "I would really like to slide my dork inside your hole."
"Yes," she pleaded. "I want it. I want you to fuck me, Mr. Harrison. Please fuck me. Oh, your cock looks so good and hard. Fuck me, please. Let me feel your cock and balls. Oh, that's really so good. Fuck me! Please fuck my cunt hole!"
They were both quite nude and Mr. Harrison pressed his penis against her pussy hairs. She could feel his hard organ beginning to penetrate her slit, pressing hard against her cunt walls.
"Your cunt is so tight and juicy," he gasped. "I love it. Oh, baby, I love your pussy. It is making my cock harder than ever."
"Shove it in faster!" she shouted. "I want you to really fuck my cunt hole."
His began to plunge his dick deeper and deeper into her craving hole. Her vagina was rapidly filling up with hard meat. His balls began to slap against her body, and she started to writhe and shake with delirious erotic ecstasy.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Your cock is driving me wild. Fuck me! Please fuck my pussy!" His meat slid into her hole as far as he could make it go. His prick was so huge, that he still could have entered her hole even deeper.
"How does that feel now?" he asked. "How do you like my cock and balls?"
"I love it!" she shouted. "I really want it now. It's beautiful! Your prick and balls are making me really hot and wet."
Her juices were beginning to flow with increasing rapidity. They flowed wildly out of her cunt slit and she spread her legs open really wide to allow Mr. Harrison's hard dong to ram her all the way.
"Suck on my nipples!" she cried. "Please suck my tits!" He obeyed her request instantly. She had a beautiful pair of globes, and he buried his face in them. His tongue flicked out and licked and sucked her meaty tits.
He was really going wild. His dick was flying in and out of her hot and dripping cunt and he felt as if he were going to explode wildly inside her body.
"Oh, baby!" he cried. "Oh, baby, that's beautiful!" He began to shout uncontrollably as his prick neared its climax.
"Fuck me!" she shouted. "Ram your hard cock all the way into my cunt. Fuck me, please fuck me really hard!" Miss Stevenson felt her whole body filling up with prick meat. She could feel his enormous dong plunging into her body so far, that she felt it must be halfway into her.
"Oh, baby, my cock is going to come out your asshole, it's in so far! I'm really going to let you have it. You are going to really feel my hard meat shooting up your cunt hole!"
His penis started to spurt its come. He was shooting out his hot cream and it was coating her fleshy cunt walls.
"I'm coming!" he screamed. "I'm shooting my come, baby!" He yelled wildly as his body was in its final stages of sexual release.
"Oh, that's wonderful!" she cried. "Fuck me! Oh, that's wild! My cunt is on fire. I can feel your hard prick driving me wild. Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Miss Stevenson's cunt was flowing madly. Her body was exploding like a volcano and her lava was spewing out. Her clit was making her crazy.
"Oh, baby, take it!" he shouted. "Take all my hot cream!" His sperm was rapidly filling up her hole, replacing her dripping juices with his own. The more he poured into her, the more her own juices flowed out of her cunt They were having a completely wild and fantastic orgasm.
"That's beautiful!" she cried. "Oh, that's really wonderful." Their bodies clung together for a long time. It was as if neither on wanted to let go.
"You are a really dynamite girl," he said to her. "I can see why my son likes to fuck you. You are really terrific."
"Thanks," she said. "I loved the way you fucked me. Your prick and balls really made me feel good. Your son takes after you, I can see that now."
"I think that the two of us can get together often for some good times," he said. "I would like very much to fuck you again and again."
"Yes," she said. "I would like that." Miss Stevenson wondered if she should do it. She did prefer young boys of eleven or twelve, but this man was something else. She knew that a boy that young could never have a prick that size, and she cared about how much meat was into her body. She wanted to have Douglas and his father, but she didn't know if she could. If she had to give up one, she could never give up the boy.
"I'd like to see you again," he said. "I would really like to see you quite often."
"Yes," said Miss Stevenson. She was afraid that if she said no, then he wouldn't let his son fuck her. That was a price she was not yet prepared to pay. She wanted both of their cocks and would have to find a way to have them.
"I think that I should go now," said Miss Stevenson. "It really has been a great afternoon. I had no idea that you would really thrill me the way you did." v
"I had that idea," he said boastfully. "I knew that my prick would really drive you wild."
"It certainly did," she replied. "I don't think a cock and balls has ever made me as lustful as your prick did. I loved it."
"You can love it again and again," he said. "I would really like to fuck your hot and luscious vagina again. Let's do it tomorrow, too, okay?"
"I can't tomorrow," she lied. "I have an appointment with the district superintendent."
"Well, we should make another date," he insisted. "I really would like to feel my prick inside your pussy hole."
"Sure," she said. "I would love that. I'll let you know when I can tomorrow, okay?"
"Fine," said Mr. Harrison. "I'll have Douglas ask you. How does that sound?"
"Great," said Miss Stevenson. "I would like to go home now." They got dressed. Mr. Harrison couldn't resist helping Miss Stevenson with her clothes. His hands traveled all over her body as he helped her get dressed. He was beginning to get another hard-on, and she wanted to leave before she succumbed to his new overtures.
"Well, let's go," she said. "I'm ready."
"Sure," he replied. He was just zipping up his fly. "You sure you wouldn't like this piece of meat inside your hole again? Just one more time?"
"Not now," she said. "I would like it again, but not right now."
"Okay, babe," he said. "We'll get together again really soon, won't we?"
"We sure will," she said. "I would like that very much."
Mr. Harrison started to drive Miss Stevenson home. He wanted to fuck her again right there in the car, but he knew that if he stopped the car, she might just get out and walk home the rest of the way. It was important to keep on her good side, because he knew that his prick would eventually get her to give in, as long as he didn't force his attentions on her.
"Well," she said, "thanks for the ride, and the afternoon."
"My pleasure," he said, meaning every bit of it.
She entered her apartment. She wondered whether she was really going to allow Mr. Harrison to fuck her again. She wondered what
Douglas' reaction would be if he found out about it. Would he become angry, or would he just shrug it off.
She found out his reaction the next day. She had asked him to stay late, and he just walked away.
She didn't see him again until two days later, as he was absent from school. When he returned, she insisted that they talk.
"I don't understand you," he said. "I thought you liked me."
"I do, Douglas," she said. "What ever are you thinking about?"
"My father told me he fucked you. Is that true?"
"Yes," she said. "I couldn't lie to you about that. Why? Does that upset you?"
"I thought you liked me."
"I do. What does that have to do with it?"
"How could you let him fuck you? You kept saying that you liked younger boys. Were you lying to me? My father was telling me that you really preferred him."
"Oh, so that's what's bothering you. Well, let me assure you that I liked you better. Now you mustn't go on and tell him that, but even though I enjoyed it with your father, I still prefer you."
"You mean that?"
"Of course I do, Douglas. I would have no reason for lying to you, would I? Why would I say something like that if it weren't true?"
"I don't know," he said. "I guess I shouldn't be paranoid about it."
"Yes, you shouldn't," she admonished. "Well, do we now understand each other?"
"I guess so," he said. "I think so."
"I promise you that if I had to choose between you and your father, I would definitely choose you and I wouldn't have to think twice about it."
"I'm glad to hear you say that," said Douglas. "I wouldn't have wanted you to have liked him better. I mean that."
"Are you in some sort of competition with your father?" asked Miss Stevenson. "Why do you think that you are competing with him?"
"I'm not really," he insisted. "He's just boasting to me about what he did with you and how much you liked it. I guess I figured that you told him you preferred him."
"I told him nothing of the sort," said Miss Stevenson angrily. "I certainly wouldn't have told him that because it isn't true."
"I do believe you," said Douglas. "I'm glad. That makes me feel a lot better."
"Good," said Miss Stevenson. "Now that we've cleared the air, why don't you and I go for a little walk. I think that fresh air would do us both a world of good."
"Yeah," he agreed. "That's just what I want to do."
The two of them left the school and started to walk back to her place.
CHAPTER SIX
Miss Stevenson finally felt that things were all calm now. She was wrong. She entered her classroom one day and discovered that everyone was chattering and whispering and laughing about something. She figured they were talking about her, and she was right.
"What is all this talk?" she asked. "What is going on around here?"
Nobody responded. She turned to Douglas. "Do you know what is going on?"
"No," he said, but the way he answered, caused her to ask him to stay late again.
"Well," he replied. "Everybody knows that my father fucked you."
"Really? How do they know that? Did you tell them about it?"
"I did not," he said huffily. "You don't suppose that I would say a thing like that, do
"Well, someone did," she replied. "They didn't just guess at it."
"No," said Douglas. "Someone told them."
"Who knew about it, besides me, you and your father? I certainly didn't tell anyone."
"I didn't either."
"Well, you must know. You look like you are hiding something from me."
"It was Maryjane?"
"Maryjane. Of course it was Maryjane. Look, Douglas, I'm sorry I thought it was you, I should have known all the time it was Maryjane."
"Why? Why should she know about it? What does she have to do with us."
"You mean you don't know."
"What don't I know?"
"About your father and Maryjane. Your father has been seeing her."
"What!"
"Yes, I'm sorry you seem upset about it, but it's true. Your father likes girls the same age that I like boys."
"Oh. I didn't know that."
"Well, maybe I shouldn't have said anything about it, but that just slipped out. I'm sorry."
"Oh, that's okay," he said. "I guess it's all right. I don't really see anything wrong with it."
"Tell me, Douglas," she said. "I know that it isn't any of my business, but you have never said anything about your mother. Is she living with you?"
"No."
"Oh, could I ask you what happened."
"Yeah, I guess."
"Is she still living."
"Yes."
"Well? You don't have to tell me, you know."
"Yeah, I know, but she ran off with a delivery boy one day. The two of them haven't been heard of since."
Miss Stevenson laughed. "Oh, I'm sorry I laughed," she apologized. "I wasn't laughing at you."
"What were you laughing about?" he asked. He looked upset.
"I was just thinking, that I could have done the same thing."
"Really?"
"Yes. When I was in college, I had an affair with a delivery boy. We had quite a thing going. He was about your age. I guess that's possibly one reason I was so taken with you."
"My mother, my father and me all like people of very different ages from ourselves," said Douglas. "I think that's very funny."
"And so do I," said Miss Stevenson. "No wonder we are such good friends."
"Yes," agreed Douglas. "I suppose we do have that in common."
"How long ago did she run off with the boy?" Miss Stevenson asked.
"About a year or so ago. He had been seeing her for a while, and one day we found a note saying what she had done. We still don't have any idea where she is."
"Have you looked for her?"
"I wanted to, but my father was glad to be rid of her. You see, even though she liked young boys, she objected to my father fucking girls."
"It?" asked Miss Stevenson. "I don't think she had a right to be that way at all."
"She was a hypocrite, if that's what you mean," said Douglas. "She did lots of things like that. My father really didn't like her, but I did."
"It must have been very difficult for you then when she left," said Miss Stevenson sympathetically. "I think that it's hard for a young boy to lose his mother."
"Well, I guess it really wasn't so bad. She didn't spend much time with me."
"Since she liked young boys, did she ever try to seduce you?"
"Once, but she was drunk. I might have given in to her, but I couldn't stand the smell of scotch on her breath. It made me sick."
"I can understand that," said Miss Stevenson. "Well, I wouldn't want to dwell on that. It must be unpleasant for you to talk about it. I was just interested, that's all."
"Yeah, it's okay," said Douglas. "I know you must have been wondering about it."
"I was mainly interested this afternoon in finding out what the class had been talking about and who had instigated it," said Miss Stevenson. "Now that I know, I think we should both go home."
"Yeah," said Douglas.
"Or would you rather come home with me?" she asked. "I don't want you to feel that I don't want you. If you would like to, I'd be more than happy to have you."
"Well, I would like it," said Douglas. "I don't very much feel like going home and listening to my father tell me how much you liked his prick."
"I can understand that," said Miss
Stevenson. "Let's go. We can have a nice pleasant afternoon together. It will be one that we both can enjoy."
"Fine," replied Douglas. He was glad now that they had cleared the air. He wanted to prove to his father that he was a bigger hit with his teacher than his father was.
"Well," said Miss Stevenson as they arrived at her place, "what would you like to drink?"
"Actually, I don't want anything," he said. "I would just like to take it easy and maybe listen to records or something."
"Sure," she replied. She put a couple of recordings on her stereo and they sat down together on her living room sofa. She started to put her arm around Douglas. At first he was a bit hesitant, but he let her do it.
"Still upset about your father?" she asked. "You really shouldn't be. I can't tell you enough how important you are to me. He was good, I must admit that, but I like you. You shouldn't be shy about it."
"Oh, I'm not," he said. "I was just thinking about why he was doing this to me."
"He doesn't really mean to, I'm sure," she assured him. "He is probably just trying to impress you, that's all."
"Yeah, you're probably right," said Douglas.' He was glad that Miss Stevenson was such an understanding woman. He would have liked to have had her for a mother.
"Come on, cheer up," she told him. "I don't like to see you frown. You're much better looking when you smile."
Douglas smiled. "Okay," he said. "I promise you that I won't frown in front of you ever again."
"You shouldn't ever frown," she said. "You shouldn't make yourself ugly."
"Yeah," he agreed. Miss Stevenson really liked her twelve-year-old pupil. He was so young and tender that she wanted to hug him and never let him go. It made her feel really good to know that he liked her about as much as she liked him.
"Come on, Douglas, and give me a kiss. I want you to give me a really great big kiss."
Douglas reached up and kissed his teacher. She was so warm and tender and she made him feel really good.
"That's good," she said. "Kiss me again, but really mean it this time."
Douglas kissed her passionately. His tongue searched the inside of her mouth and they were locked in an embrace that lasted for some time.
"Oh, Douglas, I am so fond of you," she said. "I think I want to hold you and never let you go."
"Then don't," he said. "I don't want you to ever let me go."
Douglas began to massage his teacher's fleshy mounds. Her tit flesh was making him quite excited and he felt stirrings in his loins. His cock was getting hard and he felt that he wanted to slide his penis right up her luscious cunt.
"Oh, Douglas, touch me," she pleaded. "Touch me all over. I want to feel your hands all over my body. Make love to me, Douglas. Make mad passionate love to me!"
Douglas was getting very excited. His prick was quite hard, and he wanted to thrust it deep into her cunt hole. He wanted to give his teacher the biggest and hardest fuck she had ever received. He wanted to really prove to her that he was more of a man than his father was.
"Oh, Douglas, that feels so good," she exclaimed as his tongue began to lick her nipples. "You are really turning me on."
"I like sucking your tits, Miss Stevenson," he said. "I like sucking and licking your really hot and red nipples. They make me feel so good."
"Take all of my body," she pleaded. "Take all of me, Douglas. I want you. I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me, Douglas. Make me feel part of you."
Douglas was getting more and more excited. His prick was so hard, that he couldn't keep it inside his pants anymore. He wanted to rip off his clothes and really pound away at her delicate female flesh. He couldn't control himself anymore. He had to fuck her. He was really very excited, and he needed to feel release inside her body.
Douglas practically tore off Miss Stevenson s blouse. She realized that he was ripping it but she didn't care. She didn't care about her clothes, so long as Douglas was the one who was going to fuck her. She wanted that twelve-year-old young boy to fuck her hole, and she couldn't wait for it.
"Oh, Douglas!" she cried. "Your cock is so hard. Shove it into my hole, please," she begged. "Please fuck my really hot and wet cunt. I want you, Douglas, I want you like I've never wanted anything else in the whole world. Let your prick rip up my pussy flesh, Douglas. I want you to fuck me!"
Douglas was really hot now. He tore off his own clothes. His young body glistened in the afternoon sunlight, and he looked like a young version of a Greek God, with an erection.
"I'm going to fuck you now," he said. "My cock is hotter and harder than it has ever been before. I'm going to ram your hole with my hard meat. I want to fuck you, Miss Stevenson. I want to fuck you sweet and tender hole!"
Douglas pressed his prick against her pussy hairs. It made his cock pulsate wildly and he quickly plunged his organ deep into her open flesh. "Oh, that feels so good!" he cried. "Oh, teacher, that really makes me feel good!"
"Yeh," she panted, "fuck me, Douglas. Please, oh, please fuck me really hard. I want that cock and balls, Douglas. Fuck me! Fuck me, baby, fuck me, fuck me!"
Miss Stevenson was craving his prick and balls. Her vagina was open as much as it could be, trying to open so wide that all of Douglas' young body could fit inside. She wanted his whole body to fuck her. His cock and balls weren't enough for her. She had to have all of him.
"Oh, I want you!" he cried. "I want to fuck all of you. I want my prick to slide all the way inside your hole. I'm fucking you, Miss Stevenson! I'm fucking your hot and sweet pussy meat!"
Douglas' prick was sliding in and out of her cunt hole faster and faster. His red and throbbing prick was pounding inside her pussy and he was sweating with the heat.
She began to scream wildly, her cunt feeling pleasures that were driving her wild. She was screaming so loudly, that she almost didn't hear the doorbell.
"Don't answer it," Douglas told her. "I'm so hot that I could burst my cock and flood your pussy with my hot juice right now. I'm going to fill you up with more cream than I've ever done before."
"Yes," she panted. "Fuck me! Shoot your come, Douglas! Fuck me with your hot prick and sweet cream!"
Douglas' prick burst forth with wave after wave of hot male juice. His sperm shot into her cunt like cannon fire. He was going wild. His balls wildly slapped against her body, sending her into ecstatic frenzied pleasurable shock.
"Fuck me!" she yelled. "Fuck me! Oh, Douglas, baby, fuck me! Fuck me!" Her cunt filled up with oceans of sperm. His semen had never felt so good to her before.
His body had scarcely begun to quiet down, when the doorbell started to ring again. She didn't want to get up and answer it, and Douglas didn't want to take out his prick from her pussy, but it began to ring incessantly, and she knew that she would have to answer it.
"Get inside the bedroom," she commanded Douglas. "Throw me my robe."
Douglas did as he was told. She put her robe on and went to answer the door. "Who's there?" she asked. She looked through the peep-hole and knew the answer.
It was Douglas' father. He had figured where his son was, and when he first rang the bell, and there was no answer, he listened to see if he could her his voice. He did, and so he waited.
"Well, hello, Miss Stevenson," he said. "May I come in?"
"Well, I guess," she said. "Yes, come on in," she told him.
"Thank you," he replied. "I hope I haven't been disturbing you."
"Oh, no," she said. "You aren't disturbing us."
"Is my son here?" he asked, knowing the answer to that one.
"Well, yes," she said. "He is here. Why do you ask?"
"I thought he might be," he replied. "Could I sec him?"
"Just a moment." She went over to the bedroom door. She knocked on it. "Douglas," she began, "your father is here."
"Yeah," said Douglas.
"Can he come in? He wants to see you."
"I guess," he said.
His father walked into the bedroom. Douglas had put on his shorts and was sitting on the bed.
"Well, I suppose I don't have to ask you what you were doing here, do I?"
"I guess not," replied his son. "I suppose you know."
"Yes," said his father.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"What do you want?" asked Douglas. "Why did you come here?"
"I just wanted to make sure, that's all," he said.
"Okay," replied Douglas. "Now you know. Now what?"
"Well, I think that you could give me more of an answer than that. Why were you here fucking your teacher? Why? You could answer that for me."
"We wanted to, okay? What other reason could there be?"
"I think you should be getting on home," said his father. "I don't think you should be out here so late."
"Look," said Miss Stevenson, interrupting him, "I don't know why you two are arguing. Douglas hasn't done anything wrong, has he? You yourself said that there was nothing wrong with the two of us having sex."
"I'm not so sure about that," said Mr. Harrison. "I thought that, but I don't know if I think that any longer."
"Why? What caused you to change your mind?"
"It doesn't matter," said Douglas' father. "I think that Douglas should be getting on home now. It's kind of late."
Miss Stevenson thought that she knew the answer. She figured that his father was jealous of his son. After all, he had asked her for a date and she turned him down, and now he realized that it was because she wanted to fuck his son. He had been turned down and he was upset about it.
"You shouldn't be jealous of him," she told the older man. "After all, he is young and you know that I like them young. So do you," she said. "You've admitted as much to me."
"All the same, I don't like it," said the father. "I think that Douglas shouldn't be fucking his teacher.
"I don't mind," said Miss Stevenson. "I don't mind it if he does that. You should realize that."
"Well, he should be going," said Mr. Harrison. Mr. Harrison made no move to go himself. It became obvious to her that he was going to stay and want to fuck her, and he didn't want his son to interfere.
"Why don't you both stay?" she suggested. "I could make both of you something to eat."
He hesitated. "No, I don't think so," he finally said. "Thanks anyway."
"Well, stay anyway. I would really like the two of you to be with me. I like you both. I think that I would really like the two of you to be here with me now."
Mr. Harrison thought about it. He thought that he would really like to fuck this young woman and his cock started to get hard because of it The only thing that he was wondering, is what would his son do.
"That's a good idea," said Douglas. "I would like that."
Douglas' prick started to get erect. Miss Stevenson wondered if they would fight over her. She had never before been fought over, much less by a father and son.
Mr. Harrison put his hand over Miss Stevenson's breasts. He caressed her tits and he felt her nipples becoming stiff.
"Come on, baby," he said. "You and I have got some business to attend to."
"Sure," she said lying on the bed. "I would like that very much."
"Okay," he said. "Take off your robe."
Miss Stevenson obeyed. She would have much preferred his son to touch her, but under the circumstances, she didn't dare refuse. After all, he could just pick up his son and leave and forbid him to ever see her again outside of class. That would be a disaster for her, she thought, and she decided that she would go along with anything that he wanted, just to allow Douglas to continue to fuck her.
"I'm going to fuck you," said Douglas' father. "I'm going to show you how a real man fucks a woman. I will show you the difference between a man and a boy."
Mr. Harrison unzipped his pants. His penis was very hard and he didn't even bother to take off his clothes. He was in too much of a hurry to feel her soft cunt around his hard dick.
"How do you like that?" he asked her. "How do you like my hard cock inside your pussy?"
"I like it very much," she said. "I like the way you fuck me."
"Good," he said, "because you and I are going to be together quite a bit. I'm not going to give you up for Douglas, son or no son. You are going to be my girl, baby, and we are going to both like it very much."
"Yes," she said, "I'm sure we will. Your cock is making me feel very hot. I love the way your prick feels inside my cunt."
She would have preferred his son's cock. She wished she could push him off and pull Douglas down towards her, but he was too strong for her, and she didn't want the two of them to start fighting again.
"You know what would really turn me on?" she asked. "There's something that I would really like."
"What's that?" he asked gruffly.
"I would really like to suck on Douglas' prick. I would like that very much."
"You mean my cock isn't good enough for you?"
"Oh, no," she replied. "That's not what I mean at all. I mean that I like your cock so much and it's giving me such pleasure, that I could really go wild if I had another prick inside my mouth. I would really want that, Mr. Harrison."
"Okay," he reluctantly agreed. "Come on, Douglas. You heard the lady. Let her suck on your prick."
Douglas removed' his shorts. His prick was very hard and he wanted to feel Miss Stevenson's body around his dick. He would have preferred to fuck her, but he didn't want to challenge his father. He knew that he would lose, and probably lose the privilege of fucking Miss Stevenson ever again.
"Oh, baby, that looks good," she moaned when she saw his hard dork aiming right towards her face. "I really want that meat inside my mouth. Let me suck you off, Douglas. Let me suck you really big and hard cock meat. Oh, Douglas, your balls are so huge. I love them. Let me eat your balls and your prick baby. I want to suck your cock."
"Yes," he panted. "Suck my hard meat. Suck me, teacher, suck my fucking hot and hard dick. I'm going to face-fuck you baby. I'm going to fuck your hot and wet mouth."
Douglas slid his prick past Miss Stevenson's open lips and began to pump his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth.
"Oh, that feels good!" he exclaimed. "My cock is really hard and hot for you, teacher. Suck that fucking hard prick. Suck me, baby! Suck my prick!"
Miss Stevenson's tongue flicked out and licked the tip of his cock head. He immediately plunged his dick into her facial orifice and she felt his balls banging against her chin.
"Oh, baby, that feels good!" he cried. "My cock is really hard inside your mouth. Suck it, baby! Suck that really hard prick meat!"
His father was pumping his cock inside her hole. He really had a big prick and balls and they were driving her completely wild.
"You like my cock baby, don't you?" he asked. She nodded her head yes. She was really more interested in the prick that was inside her mouth, than in the one up her slit.
It did feel good, though, to have two pricks inside her body. She loved hard meat, and she especially loved it when there was so much of it. Both Douglas and his father had the biggest pricks she had ever felt inside her body.
"Oh, baby!" cried Mr. Harrison. "I'm going to pump your body full of sperm. I'm going to shoot you full of my hot cream!"
His penis seemed to explode as his come shot out of the tip of his cock. It made her really wet inside her cunt hole and she felt her lubricating juices pouring out of her hole and dribbling down her side. His semen mixed with her honeys and she went wild as her boiling cunt overflowed with steaming juices.
"Oh, baby! Oh, baby!" he cried as his balls released their reservoir of juice. "Take it all, baby! Take all of my hot cream up your slit!" He pounded and pressed his cock against her cunt walls. It had really driven him wild to fuck her hole while his son was fucking her face.
His body began to relax, as Douglas' prick was about to begin its orgasm.
"Suck his cock!" Mr. Harrison shouted. "I want to watch you lick his big piece of meat."
Miss Stevenson went wild with enthusiasm. She wanted to lick every inch of Douglas' hard cock meat. She wanted to show that older man just how much she enjoyed sucking his son's prick.
"I'm coming!" shouted Douglas. "Suck me! Suck me!! Suck my cock! I'm shooting, baby! I'm shooting your face full of come!"
Douglas's cock spurted out jets of hot cream. It completely filled up her mouth and began to ooze past her lips and onto her chin. She used her fingers to scoop up his jism and then licked her fingers so she wouldn't have to lose a single drop of his sweet cream.
"Oh, that felt good!" he exclaimed. His balls and cock was still shaking. His come still hadn't finished emptying out of his prick.
"It was really good," said Miss Stevenson. "I really loved sucking your cock. You know how to make a woman happy, Douglas. You really know how to turn me on."
"What about me?" asked Mr. Harrison. "Didn't my cock make your cunt go wild?"
"Yes," she said. "You also turned me on. Both of you made me feel better than I had ever felt before. It was dynamite. Two pricks, two big pricks inside my body at the same time is the best thing that has ever happened to me."
"I'm glad you liked it," said Mr. Harrison, believing that it was his cock that had driven her to the extremes of ecstasy. "I know you love my cock and balls."
"Yes, I do," she said. She didn't want to tell him that it was his son's young prick that had really made her cunt explode the way it did, even if that particular cock was in her mouth. "I love both of your cocks and balls.
Douglas knew that he was the one who had turned his seventh grade teacher on. It was his young meat that had made her scream and cry the way she had done. It was his balls that she longed for. His father may have had more meat, but his cock was what she wanted, what she craved.
Mr. Harrison got off of Miss Stevenson's body. He felt that he had done a really great job of fucking her, and he was happy. It was the perfect solution. Each of them had gotten what they wanted, and Douglas knew now for sure, that it was his prick that meant more to his teacher than his father's larger cock and balls. Size, apparently, didn't account for everything.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Miss Stevenson felt pleased that she had solved the problem between Douglas and his father. She knew that his father felt he was the one who had pleased her the most, and that this made him very happy, but Douglas knew the real reason for her great pleasure. Everything had worked out fine.
Everything had been going along quite well except that several of the other boys in the class seemed to feel resentful of Douglas and the way that he spent all of his time with their teacher.
Miss Stevenson realized that she had been neglecting the rest of the class. She tried to be fair with everyone, but they all knew that she had her favorite, and it was Douglas.
Several of the other boys decided that they would put a stop to it. She was really quite sexy and that had turned them on too. They didn't think it was right that she should constantly be favoring Douglas.
She realized one day as she was leaving school that another group of boys was following her. She remembered that incident at the beginning of the school year and she didn't want to become involved in another rape scene. One was more than enough for her.
She quickly hailed a cab and headed for home. The next day, she resolved, she would speak to the boys who were following her and no doubt going to rape her.
"Okay, Frank," she said, since he was the one boy who had been most aggressive in the classroom, "I would really like to talk to you."
Frank looked at his teacher. He wanted to grab her right there and ram his cock down her throat, but he stood there and didn't say a word.
"I think you and I need to have a little chat," she said. "I don't think I like your attitude in class. You are becoming a troublemaker and I don't like troublemakers."
"So?"
"So you'll stay after school, and we'll have that little chat, okay?"
"I don't see why," he said.
"You will stay, and then you will see why," she said firmly, "or else I'll have to call your parents and let them do the talking for me."
"Well, okay," he said. He was apparently afraid of what his parents would do to him. He didn't want to receive a spanking from his father.
Frank stayed late after school. He longed to fuck that luscious Miss Stevenson, but he was now afraid to touch her. He wondered what magical power Douglas had over her that he was able to carry on day after day with her and not get disciplined.
"Okay, Miss Stevenson, what do you want?" he asked. "Why do you want me to stay late?"
"Well, I think you should not try and intimidate me," she said. "You were trying to scare me, weren't you?"
"Scare you? When? What are you talking about?"
"You know perfectly well what I am talking about. You and two of your friends were following me after school yesterday. Don't deny it, because I saw you."
"We wanted to talk to you," he said. "We weren't going to harm or hurt you. What makes you think that we were?"
"Oh, come now, Frank. I know what was on your mind. I know very well what has been on the minds of most of the boys in this class. I know the twelve-year-old mind very well."
"No, I mean it," insisted Frank. "We just wanted to talk to you."
"What about?"
"About your always favoring Douglas, that's what about," said Frank. "I don't really see why you are always calling on him in class, and always smiling at him and not at us. You really like him that's obvious."
"Obvious to who?" she asked.
"To all of us," he replied. "You seem to be favoring Douglas every chance you get. I don't think it's fair, none of us do."
"Who are the rest of you who feel the same way?" she asked. "Who were your friends."
"Oh, you know Jimmy and Alan. That's all"
"And they think the same thing."
"Yeah."
"Well, you're wrong. I don't favor Douglas. I can't help it if he always knows the right answers."
"That's not true," said Frank. "I'm not really talking about that."
"Then just what are you talking about? You know, I can't figure you out. What are you trying to tell me?"
"Well, we all know about you and Douglas."
"That's none of your business."
"Well, it bothers us anyway. I don't think it's fair, that's all."
"Are you finished? I don't think this conversation need proceed any further. I think you can go home now."
"No."
"What do you mean, no? I said leave. I am ordering you to leave this room right now." Miss Stevenson was firm and insistent. She didn't want to engage in any further talk with Frank. What she did with Douglas was just none of his business. He would just have to forget about it.
But Frank didn't want to forget about it. He was very hurt that his teacher wanted to have sex with Douglas and no one else. He really had wanted to fuck her a long time ago, but thought that she would begin to like him also. He seemed genuinely disappointed that she took no interest in him. She took no interest in anyone but Douglas.
"I don't want to leave," he said. He refused to budge. He wouldn't move from the spot he was standing in.
"I said you'll have to leave," she said firmly.
"I have some work to do here, and I don't want you around. Now get out."
"No."
"How dare you disobey me!" she yelled. "Get out!"
"I won't!" Frank was glaring at her. Miss Stevenson was getting really angry. She quickly reached for her yardstick and picked it up. She started to shake it at him, hoping that he would want to escape from what she meant to do.
"Come on," she threatened. "If you don't leave right now, I'll have to use this on you."
"You wouldn't dare," he replied. "You wouldn't dare use that ruler on me."
"Oh, wouldn't I? You just watch me." Miss Stevenson's face was purple with rage. She was absolutely furious that this young man was so fresh as to inquire into her private sex life.
Miss Stevenson reached out and grabbed Frank. She threw him across her desk with his ass in the air and started to spank him hard with the ruler.
"Ow!" he cried. "Stop that! Stop that! That hurts!" The harder he yelled, the more she hit him. She was going crazy with it. She seemed to have lost all control and was hitting him harder and harder. It was something that she had never done before, and she seemed to be enjoying it.
"Apologize!" she yelled. "How dare you talk to me like that!" She was spanking him harder and harder. Frank was screaming quite loudly.
Miss Stevenson felt a strange sensation come over her. She was really enjoying beating that young boy's ass. It felt good to slam that piece of hard wood over his ass. It was turning her on. She realized that her cunt was beginning to lubricate. The harder she hit him, the more her cunt juices flowed.
Frank began to scream out with pain. She was really hurting him. He had never expected his teacher to react so violently to his questions. He started to apologize, but she couldn't or wouldn't listen to him. All she could think about was that fantastic new sensation inside her pussy.
She was losing all control. Her hands flayed out wildly, hitting him with great force. She just could not stop. That young ass was driving her into a frenzy. The more she hit his ass flesh, the more her pussy dripped with her own sweet juices. She could not recall ever having experienced something so wild and luscious before. It was entirely new to her, and she was relishing it. She loved the way her cunt felt as she dropped the ruler and used her hand.
"Oh, please stop it! I can't stand it anymore!"
"No!" insisted Miss Stevenson. "I will not stop. You've been a bad, bad boy. I am not going to stop spanking you until I'm good and ready!"
She continued to hit him. Her hand was becoming quite reddened from all the spanking she was giving him. Suddenly, she became even more frantic. She reached out and started to unbuckle his belt. She was working quite quickly.
"What are you doing?" he asked. "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to really spank you now," she said. "I'm going to make you remember this day for the rest of your life. You will never forget me or what you said to me."
Miss Stevenson pulled down Frank's pants and shorts. His bare ass was so tempting to her that she simply couldn't resist spanking it.
"Stop!" he cried. "Oh, please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"I'll show you how sorry you can be," she said. "I'm going to make your ass show the scars of your impudence."
Miss Stevenson could no longer control the flood of her cunt juices. She used one hand to spank the errant child and the other to feel her cunt. She was slowly beginning to finger-fuck herself as she punished the young boy mercilessly.
"Ow! Ow!" he cried. He tried to get away. In doing so, he was able to turn his head an see what she was doing. One of her hands was inside her dress and he saw that she was masturbating.
"Get away from me!" he cried. "Stop it! Stop it or I'll tell!"
"You'll tell what?" she demanded. "What are you going to tell?"
"I'll tell that your fingers were up your cunt while you were hitting me," he said. "That's what I'm going to tell. Stop hitting me or you'll be sorry."
Now she was getting even madder. "I'll be sorry? I'll be sorry? I'll show you who'll be sorry. You are going to be sorrier than you've ever been before."
Her fingers were really doing a number on her pussy. They fucked her hole so fast that she could feel her clit beginning to drive her crazy. Her cunt was about to overflow with her hot juices.
Miss Stevenson began to cry out, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" She was unaware of what she was saying. Frank knew what she wanted and he wanted to give it to her.
"I'll fuck you!" he shouted. "Stop hitting me and let me fuck you. I want to fuck your hot cunt!"
"Yes, yes," she panted. "Please, oh please fuck me! Let me feel your big prick up my hole. I want you to fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She kept repeating this over and over. She had to be fucked. Miss Stevenson couldn't control herself. She tore off her clothes and then tore off Frank's clothes.
His prick was getting hard. It rose slowly and steadily and Miss Stevenson grabbed hold of it and started to rub it.
"It's getting harder," she said as she stroked it. "It's getting really hard so it can go into my cunt hole easily. I want this big prick up my cunt, Frank. Fuck me, please fuck me."
Miss Stevenson lay down on the hard floor. She spread her legs wide and begged her pupil to enter her slit.
Frank moistened the tip of his penis. He wanted it to slide inside her pussy nice and easily. He was really quite hard and he was going to give her a fucking equal to the spanking number she was doing on him.
"Oh, baby!" he exclaimed, "your cunt is so hot. It's so juicy, teacher. I'm going to make your hot cunt even hotter and juicier than it is already. You are going to feel my hard dick slamming deep into your hole!"
"Yes!" she begged. "Yes, yes, yes!! " Miss Stevenson was writhing madly on the floor. She couldn't get enough. She wanted his prick deep inside her hole and she screamed for it, she cried out for it. "Fuck me!! Fuck me!! "
"You bet your ass I'm going to fuck you, baby!" he shouted. "You are going to really feel my hard dick up your twat!"
He slid his prick deep into her hole. His balls were beginning to slam against her cunt and she felt the extreme of painful pleasure. She tried to pull him in even closer. She needed every inch of his hard cock. She had to have all of his meat.
Just as his cock was sunk deep into her buried treasure, the principal, Dr. Strong walked into the room. Miss Stevenson was too far gone to hear or see him. He stood over this scene and stared at them for a while.
Frank continued to pound away at her hole. He was driven to the extremes of erotic ecstasy. His prick was hotter than it had ever been and he could feel his balls pressuring him to release his semen into her pussy.
"I'm shooting, baby!" he suddenly cried. "I'm shooting your fucking goddam hot pussy slit full of my cream. Get fucked, teacher! Get your hot cunt fucked with my dick's juice!"
His semen spurted out of his cock with tremendous force. He could feel his prick pulsating wildly as his juice gushed out and rammed against her cunt walls.
"Oh, baby! Oh, baby!" he cried. "My cock is so hot! Take all my cream, baby! Drink up my come!"
"What's going on here!" demanded Dr. Strong. "Just what do the two of you think you are doing? What the hell is going on here?"
Miss Stevenson looked up in horror. She was struck dumb. The principal had seen the whole thing, she thought. She was panic stricken. She didn't know what to do.
Frank withdrew his cock from her slit immediately. His come was still dripping off the tip of his prick and he looked up at the school principal.
"Get off of her!" he demanded. "Put your clothes on."
Frank did as he ordered immediately. He quickly got dressed and started to bolt for the door.
"Not so fast, young man!" shouted Dr. Strong. "Just what do you think you are doing? Where the fuck do you think you are going?"
Miss Stevenson still couldn't say a word. She became terrified at the prospect of what could happen to her. She could lose her job and possibly never be able to teach young boys again.
"Well, well, Miss Stevenson, I see that you have been educating your students in ways more than you are being paid for. Could you explain the meaning of this?"
"I can't," she said slowly. "I'm sorry. There is really no explanation for this other than the obvious one."
"Well, well. So you and your young charges have been spending a lot of time up here fucking and God knows what else. I knew you always stayed late, Miss Stevenson, but up until now, I really had no idea just why you stayed late. Now I know."
"Yes," she said resignedly, "I guess you do know now."
"I suppose you are wondering what I am going to do to you," he said. "You must really be afraid of me. I can see the fear in your eyes."
"What are you going to do?" she asked. "I know I can lose my job for this."
"Yes, you can," he told her. "All I would have to do is to file a report on you and tell the authorities that you no sooner are put in front of a classroom of young boys and girls, when you rush to get into bed with them. I could tell them that, you know, and you would never again be able to teach or possibly anything else in this town."
"I know," she said. "I know that even worse could happen to me."
"But you are a lucky woman," said Dr. Strong. "I'm not going to report you to the Board of Education."
"You're not?"
"No."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Why?"
"Because I am going to do the same to you as this young man just did. I know I'm a lot older than he is. In fact, I'm a lot older than you are. I'm old enough to be your father, and that's just what I'm going to pretend I am. I have always wanted to fuck my daughter. She's just about your age, but she is happily married, so I'm going to fuck you instead. How do you like that?"
"I like it better than losing my job," she said. "I don't mind you fucking me."
"You don't mind? Well, thank you. I think you will mind. I've just decided how I'm going to fuck you just for that."
"What do you mean?"
"Since you obviously don't really want me to fuck you, perhaps you don't like me, or perhaps you just go for the young ones, but I'm going to make sure now that you will be sorry that I am fucking you."
"What are you going to do?" she asked, afraid of the answer.
"I'm going to fuck your asshole." he answered with a smile. "Yes, that's just what I'm going to do. I'm going to slide my prick all the way into your fucking asshole."
Miss Stevenson looked afraid for the first time. She had never before been fucked up the ass, and she knew it was going to be painful.
"Turn over," he commanded. "I'm going to ass-fuck you right now. Your sweet shit hole will now feel my hard prick."
Dr. Strong hesitated for a moment. He looked at young Frank who was still standing next to him. "I have a better idea," he said suddenly. "I know exactly what I'm going to do."
"What is that?" asked Miss Stevenson. She couldn't imagine anything more horrid than what he had already planned for him.
"I'm going to ass-fuck you all right," he said. "That hasn't changed, but since you like to have your cunt filled up with young prick meat, that's just what this young man is going to do. That is, if he can get it up again. Can you get a hard-on again, Frank?"
"Yes, sir," he answered. "I can make my prick hard again."
"Good, because I want you to fuck her cunt at the same time that my cock is going to be up her asshole. Do you understand that, Frank?"
"Yes, sir," he said. "Will it hurt her?"
"I hope so," answered the principal. "It will serve her right."
That was what young Frank was hoping too. His ass still smarted from the blows it had received first by the ruler, and then by Miss Stevenson's hand. He was glad that she was going to be forced to suffer some pain too.
Frank started to remove his clothes again. The principal had moved Miss Stevenson to the middle of the floor where there would be a lot of room and he started to take off his pants. His prick was already hard and he couldn't wait to slide it deep up his young teacher's ass crack.
"Oh, baby," he cried, "this feels so good." He was sliding his prick slowly up her hole. Her face was contorted with pain. "How do you like it, Miss Stevenson?"
"It hurts," she moaned. "Oh, please don't. It hurts."
"Good," chortled Dr. Strong. "A little pain is good for the soul. It builds character. I'm glad that you are in pain, Miss Stevenson. I have wanted to fuck you ever since you started working here but I refrained from making my intentions known because I didn't want to cause you any embarrassment. I didn't want to make you do something like have sex with people you were involved with professionally, but I see now that I was a fool. I should have fucked you when you applied to me for a job."
"I wouldn't have minded," she said. "That would have been better than this."
"Yes, I'm sure you wouldn't have minded," the principal sneered. "I can see that you like to get fucked all day long. I bet you don't even teach your classes. I bet all you do all day long is thrust out your pussy to the longest cock you can find. I bet you even like cunts. I bet you and the girls have as much fun as you and the boys do. Am I right, Miss Stevenson?"
"Ow! Stop hurting me!"
"Never!! " he shouted. "How's this?" He jammed his prick so deeply into her rear end that he thought for a moment is was entering her belly.
"Owww!! " Miss Stevenson was crying out in pain. She couldn't take anymore. "Stop! Stop! I'll quit school rather than submit to this pain."
"No you won't," said Dr. Strong. "You will love every inch of my cock up your ass. Come on, Frank, shove your cock into her cunt. Make her feel two big pieces of meat inside her fucking holes."
Frank's prick was as stiff now as it had been before. He was really hard and he wanted to make her feel the pain that she had inflicted on him. "I'm going to ram my dick right up your pussy hole, teacher," he shouted. "You are going to really feel my hot cock like you've never felt it before."
Miss Stevenson almost blacked out with pain. She was in such agony that she barely felt it when that pain turned to exquisite pleasure.
The change was subtle, but definite. Her body began to relax, and the pain gradually subsided. She still screamed until she realized that her body was tingling with enormous erotic excitement.
"Oh!" she cried. "Oh! Oh!" She didn't know now whether she was loving it or hating it. It was an enormous relief to her to feel a falling off of that pain and a corresponding increase in the pleasure.
Miss Stevenson was now beginning to enjoy getting fucked by two men at once. One, a boy, was sliding his dick inside her cunt hole, while the older man was ass-fucking her. She loved both of them. She wanted it more and more.
She never realized that ass-fucking could feel so great. It was the height of pleasure for her body, and she did seem to know very many pleasures.
"Oh, that's good!" she groaned. "Oh, that's good, that's so good!" She felt warm and wonderful. Her body relaxed to such a great degree that her cunt started to lubricate all over again. She could feel her hot juices flowing unceasingly out of her hole and she wanted more and more and more. She had to have their big cocks fucking her body. Her cunt was being fucked and her ass was being fucked. There was nothing that she wouldn't have given at that point to be able to suck on a cock also. She needed cocks and balls. She had to have all of them.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Oh, please fuck me! Fuck me!" She was screaming out of control. She couldn't stop shouting with great pleasure. Those two penises kept pumping and plunging into her holes and she was going absolutely wild. Her frenzy was total. She was screaming louder than she had ever screamed before, because her pleasure was complete. This was the ultimate in erotic ecstasy. She had never felt so hot before.
Dr. Strong's prick was violently ramming her asshole. He was plunging his cock into her body, and slowly withdrawing it. He was increasing his speed and he couldn't stop. His balls were slapping her ass-cheeks and she could feel them beginning to get sore. Her ass was hot and getting hotter. Her cunt was oozing out such quantities of liquids that she never even knew she had.
"Oh, baby!" cried Frank. "Oh, baby, my cock is on fire!"
"My cunt is on fire!" she shouted back. "My cunt and my ass are so hot I can't stand it! Oh, fuck me, please! Oh, that feels so good! My asshole is burning up with hot pleasure! Fuck me, please boys fuck me!"
Dr. Strong felt his semen about to shoot out of his cock and coat her ass walls. She was going to really know what a good hard prick could do to her. She was going to really feel hot this time around.
"Oh, baby, I'm coming!" he shouted. "I'm coming, I'm shooting!" His sperm shot out of his prick and landed deep inside her shit tube. Her deep and dark passageway was aglow with hot white fiery liquid cream.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried. She couldn't get enough of his hot liquid. "Fuck me harder! Fuck me again! Oh, please really give it to me!"
Frank started to achieve a massive orgasm. His prick was so hard and hot that he was able to shoot more cream inside her hole this time than he had done before. His dick really shot out with hot loads of creamy come juice.
"Oh, Frank!" she screamed. "Oh, Frank baby fuck me! That feels so good, Frank. I want your prick and balls to really fuck me hard!"
His balls were banging against her cunt. She was going crazy. She had to take his meat into her hole as far as it could go.
"Oh, baby!" he cried. "Oh, teacher, your cunt is so hot! My prick is going to explode with hot juice. It's still pouring! I'm coming, teacher! I'm coming!"
Their three bodies were writhing in complete and total erotic ecstasy. No one could stop. They couldn't seem to control themselves. Even after their cocks were dry, Frank and Dr. Strong were still pumping their meats into Miss Stevenson's body. They just couldn't stop. It was too much for them.
"Oh, baby," cried Dr. Strong, "that really was wonderful. That was so good. I would like to fuck you again and again. I really need your cunt baby. I want to fuck your fucking hot cunt."
"Yes!" she cried. "You can fuck my cunt. You can fuck my asshole again too," she said. "I really enjoyed that."
"You did?" he asked. He was quite surprised by her saying that.
"Yes," she answered. "I really did like it"
"Didn't it hurt?"
"Yes, at first it hurt, but then I found it really great. It felt so good. I had never realized that a cock up my ass would make me feel so good."
"You were crying out with pain," said Dr. Strong. "You couldn't have liked it."
"I think it was more from thinking it would hurt, than from actually hurting," she said. "Anyway, I would like you to do it again."
"I would love to," he said. "I love to ass-fuck my women. That really turns me on. My cock gets harder when it is inside a shit tube than when it's up a pussy. I love it. You will be able to continue to work here as long as you want just so long as I can fuck your rectum."
"Sure," said Miss Stevenson. "That would be terrific."
"Could I also fuck you again?" asked Frank. He felt as if he were forgotten in the general enthusiasm for ass-fucking."
"Oh, sure," said Miss Stevenson. She knew that she really preferred Douglas, but there would be no way now of preventing Frank from fucking her whenever he wanted to.
"Gee, thanks, Miss Stevenson," said the twelve-year-old. "I would really like that. I loved fucking you," he said. "It was a lot better than I thought it would be."
"I'm glad you liked it," said Miss Stevenson. "I'm really glad. I think that maybe you could also fuck my ass. That would really please me." Miss Stevenson wondered how a young prick would feel up her cunt. She had always assumed it would be too painful and so she never wanted anyone to do it, but now that she discovered that it was really great, she would have to have a little boy's meat inside her asshole. That was something that she desperately craved now. She would have to call Douglas right away and ask him to ass-fuck her. It was a brand-new and entirely satisfactory sensation.
"Well, Miss Stevenson," said Dr. Strong as he put his pants back on, "I think that you will be getting along fine with everyone now. I don't think I have to tell you how much I enjoyed ass-fucking you. You will certainly be a most welcome faculty member here at Forrest Junior High School."
"Thank you Dr. Strong," she said. "I'm pleased that you are going to let me stay."
"I not only will let you stay," he said, "in fact I insist upon it. I wouldn't ever let you leave. I really will look forward to the sessions that we have together. I have a few friends who like to ass-fuck too, and I would like you to meet them. I think you will like them very much."
"Yes, I would like that," said Miss Stevenson. She really couldn't say otherwise. She knew that she would prefer young meat up her asshole just as she preferred young cock inside her pussy, but she would now have to go along with whatever Dr. Strong wanted from her. She couldn't possibly refuse him or else she would have to look for another job, and who would take her? That was something that she couldn't seem to forget. She was now the slave of Dr. Strong and she would have to learn to live with it if she wanted to keep her job.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Frank and Dr. Strong had finally left. She was alone again, and she reflected upon the day's events. Two new things had really turned her on, and both of them surprised her. She loved, really loved spanking Frank. His young ass-flesh had made her cunt burning hot as soon as she started to hit it with her hand, and she wanted to be able to try it out on some of the other children. She knew that discipline was good for them, but up until now she hadn't realized how good it was for her, too.
Miss Stevenson also finally became aware how much she really enjoyed getting fucked in the ass. Her anus had hurt for a while, but the pleasure had overtaken the pain and it was something that she knew she would have to indulge in again and again. Her buttocks were reddened and swollen, but it was worth it. She would demand that Douglas fuck her up the ass. As soon as she would get home, she told herself, she would call him and insist that he come over and fuck her rear.
When she spoke to Douglas though, he didn't seem anxious to do it. "I don't know," he said. "I've never done it before."
"Neither had I," she told him, "until just today."
"Who did it?" he asked. "Who fucked you this afternoon?"
"Dr. Strong," she replied.
"The principal?"
"The same," she answered.
"Wow!"
"Why do you say that?" she asked. "Does that strike you as odd?"
"Well, I overheard him say to a secretary that he would like to fuck you, but didn't dare offend you by asking. How come he fucked you?"
"Well, it's a long story," said Miss
Stevenson. "I don't want to bore you with the details."
"Oh, I wouldn't mind," said Douglas. The real reason was that she didn't want to tell Douglas about Frank. She was afraid that he would be jealous.
"Well, I would rather not," said Miss Stevenson. "Let's just say that it happened, and I really liked it and I would like you to do it to me. I would love it even more if you were to fuck me up the ass. His cock was okay, but yours is fantastic."
"Well, I can't today," he said. "Maybe tomorrow."
"Why not?" she asked.
"I just can't get out now," said Douglas. "I'll see you in school tomorrow."
"Okay," said Miss Stevenson. She was disappointed, but tried not to show it. She really would have liked it if he had been able to come over and fuck her, but somehow she would survive it. It really wasn't so terrible. She would wait. She could wait a few days, but then he would have to fuck her.
"I'm sorry," he answered her. "I would really love to join you, but I've got a lot of work to do."
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow," she said. "Goodbye, Douglas."
"Bye."
Well, thought Miss Stevenson, I guess he isn't going to be a cooperative as I would have liked. I'll have to think about who else I could have.
She realized that Frank might be willing to ass-fuck her. She didn't know how to get in touch with him, because she had left her classroom attendance book at school. Douglas' phone number she had kept with her all the time, she would have to wait for Frank's number.
Miss Stevenson wondered what was happening to her. She knew that she couldn't continue to have sex with all her pupils, but she also realized that she couldn't just drop everything just like that. She would have to find some kind of balance, but it wasn't going to be easy.
She began to think of nothing but sex. Getting fucked was all that was on her mind, and she couldn't even begin to shake off that thought. Her cunt was driving her crazy. The thought of Dr. Strong's hard prick up her ass was making her go crazy again. Her cunt was beginning to ooze and drip and she automatically reached inside her dress and started to finger-fuck herself.
Oh, she said to herself, that feels so good. Her fingers were making her slit even hotter and she started to undress herself. She walked into her bedroom and looked at herself in her full-length mirror.
She wasn't unattractive, she thought. She wasn't the kind of girl who would repel a guy, whatever she demanded of him. Miss Stevenson thought for a moment of going out onto the street and picking up the first guy she saw, but changed her mind. She was afraid of getting some kind of disease and that wouldn't do. She felt complete horror at the thought of infecting her young studs.
She desperately longed for Douglas. She wanted to feel his beautiful body. She wanted to feel his hard cock, stiff and erect, sliding in and out of her now wildly dripping cunt. Her hole was becoming saturated with her own lubricants as she thought of his meat. Even when he wasn't there, Douglas was driving her wild.
She was crying aloud for her young lover. Her young stud was what she desperately craved at that moment. Her fingers were massaging the insides of her pussy and she was going crazy, aching for Douglas' meat to penetrate her hole.
"Fuck me!" she cried aloud. "Fuck me! Fuck my hole! Oh, Douglas, I want you so badly. I want your sweet meat to make my pussy ring out with hot pleasure. Make me happy, Douglas. Fuck me! Oh, please fuck my hot hole!"
If only Douglas were there! If only that young sweet boy with that huge prick would be there to fuck her cunt! Miss Stevenson would be really happy. She needed him now, and he wasn't there.
Her fingers flew rapidly in and out of her hole. She felt them becoming coated with her lubricating honeys and she desperately craved to feel something really hard inside her hole.
She raced around her apartment. She remembered having bought a dildo a while back when she was confined to her bed. A friend had picked it up during her illness and she used it to fuck herself. She never thought she would want it again, but she did so now.
She searched for it for a long time. She had to feel something really hard up her twat. It was driving her crazy and she wanted to be able to feel a piece of hard meat and make her completely ecstatic.
She couldn't find it. She picked up a candle and decided that she would use that instead. She started to put that candle up her slit and move it in and out, just like a real prick would do.
It felt good. The hard wax made her cunt drip even more rapidly, and Miss Stevenson wanted to feel really good.
Just then the phone rang. She raced over to it and picked it up quickly.
"Hello, Douglas? How are you. I'm so glad you called. I need you Douglas."
"This isn't Douglas," said a young male voice. "This is Frank."
"Oh."
"Well, if you don't want to talk to me," said Frank, "I will hang up."
"No, don't!" she screamed.
"I called you because I wanted to apologize for hurting you this afternoon. You were screaming out in pain and I wanted to apologize if I caused any of it. I realize that you were spanking me because I did say things I shouldn't have."
"Oh, that's all right," said Miss Stevenson. "Look, I was wondering, would you mind coming over here and talking to me. I need you, Frank."
"Well, I don't know," he said. "My mother is expecting me at dinner."
"It won't take so long," she said. "I know you live near me, and I would really like to see you."
"Well, I guess so. Will I get back by seven?"
Miss Stevenson looked at her watch. It was after six. "I think so," she said. "It's really important that you get here. Please!"
She sounded desperate. The candle was still inside her vagina and she desperately wanted to take it out, but only if she had something more meaty to replace it with.
"Well, okay," said Frank. "I'll be right over."
"Thank you," she said. "Thank you very much. I really appreciate this, Frank. I really do. I would really like you to come right over. I'll return the favor to you someday."
"Sure," said Frank. "I'll do it."
Miss Stevenson felt relieved. She wanted to feel a young prick inside her cunt.
Frank arrived in barely ten minutes. He was out of breath when he rang her doorbell. "Hi," he said as she opened the door. "I ran all the way."
"Come in" she said as she dragged him into the apartment. "Come with me." She didn't even allow him time to catch his breath, but she pulled him into the bedroom.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"I want you to fuck me," she said. "Please, Frank. I need you now."
"What?"
"Please!"
"But.. . "
"Please!"
"I can't."
"Why? Why can't you?" .
"I just can't." Frank became panic-stricken.
He had never before been handled like this before. This was even more surprising than her paddling him earlier in the day.
"I really would like you to fuck me," she said. "You really did a great job before. Please, Frank, I need it."
"No. I came over here to apologize to you for hurting you earlier, but I don't want to fuck you again. Don't ask me to do it again, because I won't."
"You must."
"No, I won't."
"Please!! " She was becoming more desperate now. She had to feel his meat inside her body. She just had to. "Please, oh, please, Frank!" She was clinging to him now. She was going insane with hysterical and lustful desire. She needed a prick and she needed one that was young.
"Get away from me!" screamed her pupil. "Get away from me. I don't want to see you again. I don't like you. Get away. Let me go! Let me go!"
Frank was a strong young lad and he managed to escape her grip. He ran towards the door and bolted out of her apartment.
"Frank! Come back! I'm sorry! Come back!" She was beginning to cry. She was breaking down and she didn't think she would ever recover.
It took a full hour before she came to her senses. She probably wouldn't have if it weren't for the telephone ringing frantically.
"Hello?"
"Miss Stevenson, this is Douglas. Can I come over?"
"Oh, yes, oh, yes, please Douglas. I must see you. Please."
Douglas knew what had happened. The first thing that Frank had done when he got home was to call his friend and tell him what had happened. He wanted to tell Douglas what a crazy lady this Miss Stevenson was but Douglas realized that she was in trouble. He decided to race right over there.
He got there quickly, and rang her bell. "Come in," said a small voice. "Come in, the door isn't locked. Is it you, Douglas?"
"Yes," he said as he opened the door. "It's good to see you."
"Oh, Douglas," said Miss Stevenson. "I can't tell you how glad I am to see you. I really am glad you are here."
"I know," said Douglas. "I heard what happened."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Frank called me. He said you were in some kind of trouble."
"He called you? What else did he say?"
"I won't lie to you, Miss Stevenson. He said that you wanted him to fuck you. He said you were desperate."
"That's a lie. That isn't true." Douglas knew it must be true, but that it was something that she couldn't face about herself.
"It doesn't matter," said Douglas. "I realize now that it was because I was rude to you over the phone. That's why you were upset, isn't it?"
"Rude to me?"
"Yes. When you asked me to come over and try some new things with you, I guess I sounded disgusted. It wasn't what I was feeling. It just came out that way. I didn't mean to let you think that your ass didn't appeal to me. I hope you can forgive me."
"Oh, Douglas!" exclaimed Miss Stevenson. "Thank you. I'm so glad you said that. Yes, I really felt that you no longer desired me. I know I shouldn't have been so blunt with you, but I really needed you. I need you now, Douglas. I need you to make love to me and prove to me that you still want me."
"I do want you, Miss Stevenson. I really do want you."
"Oh, Douglas, I love you," exclaimed Miss Stevenson as she put her arms around her pupil. "I really love you. You mean everything to me. You are everything that I want in a boy."
Douglas kissed his teacher passionately. He knew that she meant every word of what he said. He knew that she really did love him.
"Let's make love," he said to her. "I want you, Miss Stevenson. I really want to fuck you anyplace you want it."
"Don't call me Miss Stevenson anymore," she said. "Please call me Roberta. That's my name, and I want us to be very close."
"Sure, Roberta," said Douglas. "Let's make mad passionate wild love."
"Yes, yes," she panted. "I want to feel all of your body. I want your body and my body to become one. Fuck me, Douglas. Please let your body penetrate mine."
Douglas knew that she wanted him to fuck her in the ass. She really craved that and even though she didn't want to say it, he knew that that was what she wanted. She needed to feel a really good piece of hard meat inside her anus.
Douglas helped his 'teacher remove her clothes. Her panties were soaking wet. She had masturbated wildly before and she had gotten her juices all over her clothes.
His own cock was hard. He was anticipating fucking his teacher up her ass, and he was going to really enjoy it. He wanted his prick to make her feel really good.
"Oh, Douglas!" she exclaimed as she began to massage his prick, "your cock and balls are really hot. I need it, Douglas. I need you to fuck me!"
"Yes," he said. "I'm going to really fuck you so that you will always remember this. I want you to be very happy, Miss Stevenson. I want you to really think that the two of us will always be together. I want your ass, Roberta. I want to fuck your really super hot asshole."
Douglas removed all his clothes, they were left in a heap on the bedroom floor and the two of them climbed into bed.
"Oh, Douglas, I'm so glad you're here," she said. "I'm so glad. I love you, I love you." She held on to him tightly. She held on to him so tightly that he felt he would never be set free.
"I'm going to fuck you, Roberta," he said. "I'm going to fuck your asshole. My cock is going to make your ass feel really hot and wonderful. Sit on my cock, Roberta. Sit on my cock and I will give your ass a really hot and hard piece of meat."
"Yes!" she panted. "Yes, Douglas! Fuck me! Oh, baby, fuck my really hot asshole. Oh, that feels so good. Your cock feels so hard. I'm sitting on your balls, Douglas! I'm sitting on your balls and your cock is up my ass!"
The young schoolteacher was going wild. Her cunt was free for her to put her fingers inside and she proceeded to finger-fuck herself.
"No," said Douglas, "let me do that. I want to finger-fuck you, Roberta. I want my hands to make your cunt feel really moist and juicy. I'm going to finger-fuck you as my cock fucks your asshole."
Douglas began to massage the interior of his teacher's vagina. His fingers flew in and out of her delicate pink slit rapidly, and they became coated with her sweet syrups.
"Oh, Douglas! Oh, baby! Oh, that feels so good! Oh, it is driving me really wild with ecstatic pleasure! Oh, Douglas, fuck my hole! Fuck my ass and fuck my cunt hole!"
Roberta began to scream wildly. She was having a beautiful hot time as his hard penis penetrated her dark anal passageway and reached all the way inside her body.
She was beginning to lose control of herself. She was going wild with hot and hard pleasures and she knew that it was driving her insane.
"Douglas!" she shouted. "Oh, Douglas fuck my ass! Oh, baby, that's wonderful! Fuck me, Douglas! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!! "
She kept sitting down and getting up on top of his meat. His prick was making her feel hot and wet inside her body. She could barely breathe, the pleasure was so intense.
Douglas was about to come. He could feel his balls ready to give up their store of hot cream that he had, just waiting to shoot inside her dark asshole.
"Oh, baby!" he cried. "I'm ready. I'm coming, baby! I'm shooting my cream up your hot and tight ass. I'm coming! I'm shooting, Roberta!"
His cock let loose with a tremendous barrage of male cream. It spurted straight up into her asshole and she started to scream and shout. It felt really hot and she could feel it coating her anal walls and driving her wild with lustful pleasure.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she shouted. "Oh, fuck me, Douglas! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" This junior high school teacher was going wild. She. couldn't stop screaming with joy and pleasure. She knew that this young twelve-year-old was the best and hottest thing that had ever happened to her.
"I love you!" she shouted as the last of his come entered her rectum. "I love you Douglas!"
"I love you too," he replied. "I love you and want to fuck you every day."
"Yes," she begged, "yes, yes! I need you. I must have you. I want you, Douglas. You must fuck me all the time."
Her body was collapsing from sheer exhaustion. It had been a very long and hard day. She had been fucked three times and it was more than she had ever felt before.
She closed her eyes. Douglas gently lifted her off of his body and let her lie back on the bed. He began to get dressed. She was still asleep as he slipped out of her apartment and headed back towards his house. He knew that she wouldn't wake up until the next morning.
Douglas wanted to think things over. He really liked Miss Stevenson. She was the best teacher that he ever had and he wanted to make sure that she meant what she had said to him. Douglas was pleased that he was her favorite. It had made him very happy, and he wanted to stay close to her and be with her all the time. Douglas wanted to make sure that they would be able to fuck without any interference.
CHAPTER NINE
Miss Stevenson awoke the next morning quite late. She looked at the clock and raced out of the house. It was unlike her to be late. She hadn't arrived late even one day since she had started to work at Forrest Junior High School.
When she arrived at the school, she was stopped by Dr. Strong.
"Oh, Dr. Strong, I'm sorry to be late," she said breathlessly. "I'm really sorry."
"I think you'll be sorrier when you hear what news I have for you," he said. Her face turned white.
"What do you mean?" she asked. "What kind of news?"
"Well, I suppose I shouldn't beat around the bush," he said. "You are going to lose your job."
"What? But you promised, Dr. Strong. I haven't reneged on my commitment."
"This has nothing to do with me," he said. "I'm sorry. I really don't have any control over the situation."
"But why? What happened?"
"Well, you know who Frank's father is?"
"No." She was very curious as to what Dr. Strong was referring to.
"Well, Frank Hardy's father is Dr. Hardy. You've heard of him?"
"Dr. Hardy? The Board of Education's Dr. Hardy?"
"That's right. The one and the same."
"Well?"
"Well, apparently you went crazy over Frank last night. You really frightened him and his father demanded to know why."
"You mean because of what happened in the classroom yesterday?"
"No. You invited Frank to come over to your house last night, didn't you?"
"I did? I don't remember." Miss Stevenson was so deranged the previous evening, that she didn't have a single recollection of what had transpired. She had forgotten everything except that she and Douglas had vowed to become lovers. At least she had vowed to become lovers with Douglas.
"Yes. He called you to apologize to you and you asked him to come over. Well, of course he couldn't refuse, and when he came over to give his apologies to you in person, you proceeded to, well, I don't know of any other way to put it. You proceeded to rape him."
"What are you talking about, Dr. Strong? I did no such thing."
"Well you tried to rape him, didn't you? You must have some recollection about that."
"I really don't recall. I think I do remember speaking to him over the phone. Yes, he did come over, but I really don't remember anything at all after that."
"He insists that you tried to attack him. He said that he had to run out of the house to get away from you."
Miss Stevenson sank down in a chair. It was all coming back to her. She was now beginning to make out the picture of what had happened. "Yes, Frank did come over. I do remember that. I think I remember asking him to have sex with me, but what of that? He refused and left."
"You didn't want him to leave."
"No, of course I didn't," said Miss Stevenson. "But he left anyway."
"Not without a big fight from you. You screamed and carried on. He was terrified. He wasn't sure he would be able to get away alive."
"You must be joking, Dr. Strong. You aren't serious."
"Oh, yes I am," replied the principal. "I'm very serious. Dr. Hardy is planning to press charges against you. I think he will talk to the entire class, and they are going to say some things about you that you probably wouldn't want to be printed in the Daily Herald."
"Oh my God!" she gasped. "You mean it's going to come to that?"
"I'm afraid so," he said. "I really think it would be better if you were to resign your position here immediately and leave town. Dr. Hardy is after your ass, and not in the same way that I have been."
"I can't," she wailed. "I have no place else to go. I've got to stay here and continue to teach."
"You will be arrested and put in prison. Do you realize that these boys and girls are eleven and twelve years old? That's illegal, you know, to fuck and suck with children that age."
"But they all wanted to," she protested. "I didn't force anyone to do anything."
"That's what Dr. Hardy is trying to say is not so. He wants everyone to think that you raped all those boys and girls that you had sex with. Even the most liberal minded community doesn't like it when their pre-adolescents are tampered with."
"But these are very mature children. They aren't the naive little angels that everyone assumes them to be. Most of them have had more sexual experience than I have had."
"That may be true," said Dr. Strong, "but the community doesn't think so. They are going to be the ones who will be judging you."
"Oh, my God. Oh, my God!" Miss Stevenson began to cry. She didn't know what she was going to do. All she could think of was that she was alone and no one would care about her.
She quickly got up and rushed outside. She ran all the way home, her tears streaming down her face.
As soon as she entered her apartment, she closed all the blinds and drew the curtains. All the lights were turned off and she buried her face in her pillow on her bed. She couldn't face what was going to happen to her. Miss Stevenson couldn't deal with the scandal that was sure to follow.
Miss Stevenson fell asleep. That was a defense that always enabled her to escape from her troubles. This time she had plenty of troubles, and she slept for a very long time. She was awakened only by a phone call early in the evening.
"Hello?" she said groggily into the phone. "Who is it?"
"It's me," said a familiar voice. "Douglas."
"Oh, Douglas," she said, "how are you?" She didn't seem to care anymore about him. She just wanted to crawl into a hole and never escape.
"Look," he said. "I heard about what Frank's father is going to do. Can I come over?"
"I guess so," she said, not really caring anymore about what anyone, including herself, did or didn't do. "Yeah, come on over. It doesn't matter."
"Of course it matters" said Douglas. "I'm coming right over."
Miss Stevenson got up. She didn't really want to see anyone but he had been very insistent. She supposed she shouldn't really spend the rest of the day in bed anyway.
She wondered why all this had come about. She still hadn't recalled what had happened with Frank, but she knew that something must have happened.
"Coming!" she shouted to the door as the bell rang. It was Douglas. He was quite impatient.
"Are you there?" he shouted into the door.
"Yes, hold on a minute." Miss Stevenson had taken a long time in answering the door. When she opened it Douglas could see that she had been crying.
"Hello," she said matter-of-factly.
"Hello," said Douglas. "I've got to speak to you."
"What aoout?"
"It's about this business with Dr. Hardy. I think I may have some news for you."
"What?"
"I've discovered that you can't be dismissed until there has been a hearing and all that. They just can't fire you."
"So?"
"So my father has some very good friends who are lawyers. I spoke to him and he said he would get one for you."
"I don't want one."
"What do you mean you don't want one? You've got to have a lawyer."
"No I don't," she said slowly. "I don't need an attorney."
"Why not?"
"Because it doesn't matter. I'm going to quit teaching. I'm never going to go back into a classroom again, and I mean it."
"But why?"
"Because I couldn't face the scandal. I don't want to have to deal with all this nonsense that would come out now, and I wouldn't want my past brought up anyplace else."
"What are you going to do?" he asked.
"I don't know. I'm going to leave this city," she said. "I'm going to go far away where no one will ever know who I am."
"You can't leave," he said. "What about me? I thought that the two of us were going to be together always."
"Well, you can come with me."
"I can't come with you," said Douglas, "you know that. You must know that I'm too young. They will get you for kidnapping."
"Only if they found us," said Miss Stevenson. "I know where we can go where no one will ever find us. They won't even know where to look, and if they did, they still wouldn't find us."
"Where is that?" he asked.
"I'll tell you only if you decide to go with me. I won't tell you otherwise because I wouldn't want you to tell anyone."
"I wouldn't tell, I promise."
"If you don't know, then you can't tell. I'm sorry, Douglas. Run away with me and we can spend the rest of our lives together."
"I don't know," he replied. "I don't think it's such a good idea."
"I want you to, please! I would really want you to come with me. We can have such good times together. We can be the best of friends. We can live as if you were my son until you were old enough to be married. Then we can move someplace and live like man and wife. Please, Douglas, I need you. I want you and I must have you."
Miss Stevenson began to hold on to Douglas. She couldn't let him go. She wanted to be with him for the rest of her life, and she was afraid that if she let go now, then he would be lost to her forever.
"I don't know," he said. "I would like to, but I don't think we can get away with it."
"Of course we can" she said. "I know how to do it."
"I don't want to," he said. "I really don't want to."
"But Douglas," she wailed, "you said that you always wanted to live with me. Now is your chance. Now is the perfect time to come away and live with me."
"But I can't," insisted Douglas. "I do love you, and I would like to stay with you, but you've got to remain here. You can't leave if you want me. I can't go with you, I just can't."
"Why? Please, Douglas, we've got to run off together. I can't stay here. You must realize that. I will be vilified by the community. They all think that you and all the others in the class are very young and innocent. Well, you're young, but you've all, or almost all, have had lots of sexual experience. Much more than I've had, but just try and convince the community of that."
"Yeah, I guess I see what you mean," said Douglas. "I've been fucking girls since I was eleven. I've fucked a lot of girls, but most people would be surprised at that."
"So you see that I just can't stay here. I would want to, Douglas, I would really want to."
"But couldn't I testify that I seduced you? I wouldn't get into any trouble. That would work, wouldn't it? I think that might be a possible solution."
"Don't you understand that I couldn't stand the scandal? Even if I were acquitted and allowed to resume teaching, I just couldn't go through with it. I couldn't bear to see my picture in the paper with the caption, "Child Molester on Trial."
"Yeah, I guess it is tough for you to stay. I really wish there were some way out of this mess. I do love you and I want to stay with you."
"Then please, for the last time, Douglas, come away with me. I want you, Douglas. I want you very much. I need you. Can't you see that I really need you?"
Douglas was very torn. He knew that he couldn't just pick up and run away with an older woman. His father would be upset, and that was wrong. And besides, suppose they were caught. She could be charged with kidnapping, and that would get them all in a lot of trouble.
"No," he said finally. "I just couldn't do it. I know it sounds mean, and you are very important to me, but I just couldn't go. I wouldn't be happy, even if I were with you. I just couldn't pick myself up and leave everything and everyone behind."
"Is that your final word on the subject?" she asked. "Are you absolutely sure that you couldn't come away with me?"
"Yes," he said. "I'm sure. I wish I weren't sure and that there really were some way that we could solve this problem, but I don't see how. I'm sorry. Perhaps I should go now."
"No," she said. "Don't go. I would like to have you around just a little bit longer. I still love you, Douglas, and I don't want to lose you a minute sooner than I really have to."
Then Miss Stevenson and her pupil had their final lesson together.
