"Pedophile" is an ancient term meaning "a lover of youths", and there is every indication that it had always applied to older men who had a weakness for young girls, as well as older women with a penchant for young boys.
Probably one of the most famous (and most distasteful) female pedophiles was an Augusta Caesar around the first century after Christ who sent her legions out to bring back every well-endowed thirteen year old male virgin. At one time she had over forty of them waiting in the palace for her call. The boy must have not experienced sex with a female, must be extraordinarily handsome, and finally, must be physically equipped with male genitals of extraordinary size. The Augusta Caesar would spend one night with the youth, deflowering him and teaching him the pleasures and mysteries of the female body, and then the following morning the boy was always castrated...so no other woman could ever experience the same joy as the Augusta Caesar.
In today's society, there are a great many older women who have a weakness for young boys preferably still teenaged and still innocent. Most of our society frowns on such behavior by women, but when a male takes as a mate a sixteen or seventeen year old girl, then that man is called "virile".
In this story by Millie van Winkler, a young teacher in her twenties becomes romantically involved with one of her students, with disastrous results. One cannot help but feel sorry for the teacher and her illicit desires. Had she been a male and her student a young female, then there would have been no story to tell...nothing out of the ordinary.
Because of the nature of this book, and its graphic descriptions of males and females under the mindless power of their own lusts, we cannot recommend this publication to those who are easily offended, or to the immature reader.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Amantha Siddons's blue eyes flashed icily as she let her eyes rove over the disgruntled man who was challenging her authority. He was handsome in a manly, rugged sort of way, the young blonde teacher supposed, but definitely too bullish for her.
"You may be able to bully those young boys around out on the football field, Mr. Hoffman," she said calmly, "but I have my responsibilities also. I intend to fulfill them to the letter. That means that unless Brent and Buzz show marked improvement in English, they can't possibly get a passing grade."
Her eyes drifted to the two boys who lounged on the desk tops; one seemingly disinterested in the encounter between his football coach and his English teacher, the other showing genuine alarm at her warning.
It was too bad, Amantha mused, that a fine boy like Brent Turnbull had been lulled into thinking he could somehow get by on his athletic ability. He seemed to have some depth to his character to really care about his scholastic grades, but he obviously was giving far too much time to athletics.
He was a handsome boy, tall for his fourteen years, dark brown hair, deep, honest brown eyes, muscular and exuding masculine appeal from all parts of his finely molded body.
He was head and shoulders above Harold Newman, whom everyone called "Buzz", for some reason unknown to her. Had she known, it was a short form of Buzzsaw, which had been tacked onto him in his first few attempts to penetrate the opposing line, carrying a football.
The sensually endowed blonde teacher didn't like Buzz and it had been a constant battle with her emotions to keep her dislike hidden during class sessions. Buzz was too much like other males she knew disdainful of women, scornful of academic achievement, insolent in his attitude toward all persons in authority. Except perhaps the rugged male animal who coached the football team and who also taught mathematics as his regular profession.
"Come off it, Miss Siddons," Coach Hoffman said testily, gesturing vehemently. "You can teach these kids enough English to get a passing grade if you want to." He added the last with a meaningful glare. "After all, who's kidding who? Neither of these boys are going to try to become scientists, lawyers, business execs, that crap. But-" Hoffman pointed a finger at Brent Turn bull, "this boy-" he pointed to Buzz next, "or this one, can become All-Americans, then go on to high-priced football careers in the pros. And you're going to take that chance away because they can't write the great American novel?" Scorn dripped from his voice and his face was an angry cloud.
"That is immaterial to the fact that I was hired to teach my students correct English usage. And that includes potential football greats!" Miss Siddons's tone was harsh and adamant, and for a brief instant, Hoffman's thick hands cocked into fists. He wished he could belt some sense into this cold-eyed bitch. She didn't realize what she was doing, and worse, she didn't give a damn.
Like most of the other female teachers, what she needed was a good stiff prick inside her, to make her appreciate what a man really was. All her silly words and ideas, and she probably hadn't the slightest idea about what living, loving or sex was all about.
"And that's it, huh?" Hoffman said angrily, half-menacing in his attitude of belligerency.
"I'm afraid so, Mr. Hoffman," Amantha said coolly. "I can show no special favoritism to any individual student. I'm sorry, but that's the way it must be."
"You frigid bitch!" The words exploded from
Chuck Hoffman's mouth unbidden, because it was precisely what he felt about this iceberg who called herself a woman. He wished that, just for a minute, he could have her bare-assed naked, long enough to jam his cock up her asshole and wake her up!
The coach's words had momentarily shocked her, but she quickly recovered and looked contemptuously at Hoffman.
"Please leave my room, and don't come back!" she ordered. "If you do, I'll report you to the School Board, and these two young men will be my witnesses!"
Buzz Newman sneered at her as he rose, looking sideways at his coach to see if he were going to take this kind of talk. For a moment, Hoffman looked as if he would lose all control and belt the slender young teacher, but she faced him boldly, and he went into a shell of masculinity, bristling, drawing himself up to his full six feet two height, determined to walk out as if he had been the victor and not the vanquished.
"C'mon, guys," Hoffman said gruffly, heading for the door and leaving quickly. Buzz was on his heels, but Brent Turnbull remained slouched on the top of the small student desk, his big brown eyes turned appealingly to Amantha.
"I'm sorry, Miss Siddons," Brent said meekly, but with sincerity. "He shouldn't a said that."
She smiled at his misuse of grammar, pleased that he, at least, showed signs of decency and understanding of her position.
"Brent," she said hesitantly, "I'm truly sorry. You seem...different from those others. They act like animals who are interested only in money and personal glory. You seem to have more depth...more gentleness. I wish I could help, but I don't see how I can without compromising my own integrity."
The voluptuous young blonde winced inwardly as she saw his whole body slump in despair. She walked over and put a hand on his shoulder.
"If you could get someone to tutor you, Brent, I am sure you could catch up in time to make the exams with a passing grade."
Head down, Brent Turnbull shook his head weakly. "My people couldn't afford that, and there's nobody in my family, or that I know, that could teach me."
They fell silent, Amantha studying his crestfallen profile, his bowed head. She couldn't help but let her eyes rove over his strong back and shoulders, his finely shaped head, narrow hips and solid buttocks and legs. She was disturbed by the sexual attraction she felt for this fine young athlete.
Impulsively then, she squeezed his shoulder and blurted out, "If you'll really work at it, Brent, I'll tutor you three evenings a week, and Saturday morning!"
She drew back, suddenly appalled at the powerful sensual urges that had taken possession of her. She recognized her attraction for what it was, purely sexual, and yet, she told herself, she did care about the future of this exceptionally attractive and personable young boy.
Brent leaped up, whirled and grabbed her roughly in his arms, starting to plant a kiss on her mouth, which was opened in surprise. At the last moment, he reddened, released her and stepped back, his expression sheepish.
"I'm sorry, Miss Siddons. I just got so darned excited at the chance that-" He broke off, spreading his hands wide in a gesture of helplessness.
Amantha Siddons stood staring at him, aware that her whole body was tingling with desire. She had acted automatically when he had grabbed her, pushing her pelvis out to touch his body, her lips opened for his kiss! She had actually wanted to be held, kissed, caressed all over, and by this mere boy!
She searched Brent's face to see if his reaction was anything like hers, but all she saw was unconcealed joy and eagerness not for her--but for the help she could give him in private.
"I understand, Brent," Amantha said, quickly summoning her self-control. "Shall we start tomorrow evening, after football practice?"
"Gee, Miss Siddons," Turnbull enthused, "you're something else! You really are!" He headed for the door, then turned and said in a surprised tone, "Hey, I don't know where you live!"
She laughed nervously and gave him her address, which was only a few blocks from the school.
"Seven-thirty?" she asked.
"I'll be there with my best brains on!" Brent grinned. At the door, he paused and penetrated her with his deep brown eyes. His face grew serious and his voice gentle as he said, "I really want you to know I think you're tops a real sweetheart." He closed the door behind him, his face again reddening, and Amantha returned to her desk and sat down limply in her chair.
What a refreshing change Brent had been. His innocent gesture of endearment, his apology for not only his impulsive act, but for the language of that beast, Charlie Hoffman.
Her mind flashed to the scene that had taken place in this very room only a week ago, also involving a kiss, but in a much different frame of reference.
Phil Barrington, another teacher, had been tormenting her for weeks to date him, but Amantha had too many bad tastes left in her mouth from other men other dates. Then, on
Friday, he had suddenly appeared in her classroom as she was gathering papers to take home and grade, and had shut the door and came quickly up to her and grabbed her from behind.
He had surprised her because thus far he had been at least partly a gentleman, although his language had been suggestive.
"Oh, lady," he had panted as his arms went around her, one hand roughly grasped her breast, squeezing it painfully through her thin brassiere. "I've wanted to get my hands on those melons for a long, long time!" His tongue had dug into her ear, while his left hand ran quickly up her thigh and actually touched her vaginal furrow through her thin panties.
She struggled free, elbowing his ribs rudely, scattering the papers on the floor. Barrington seemed thunderstruck that she had resisted his advances so violently, and he stood back, hands hanging limp, staring at her with an astonished look.
He was a handsome thing, Amantha thought, but just like all the rest a crude, pussy-hunting animal. He'd screw anything that would hold still. She wondered in sudden disgust if he had managed to bed that little sexpot, Cathy Musgrave, the school slut, and a growing problem for Amantha.
"You get out, and don't ever speak to me again!" she stormed. "You're like all the others an animal without self-control, or any concept of what a woman wants from a man. Your mind is in your cock!" The last came out involuntarily, and it astonished her at its crudity. Still, that's how she really felt about most of the men she knew, and she felt relieved that she had put it in blunt terms that the self-styled lady-killer, Phil Barrington, could understand.
"Well, now," Barrington blustered, taken aback, "aren't you something else!"
Amantha started when she recalled the entirely different attitude of Brent, when he had used the same phrase.
"I'm a lady something you've never known and wouldn't understand!" she snapped haughtily.
"Hmph!" Barrington retorted, heading for the door. "I've got news for you: even ladies get fucked once in a while!" He went out, slamming the door unnecessarily hard.
Flustered and angry, the blonde schoolteacher picked up the scattered papers and stacked them neatly in her briefcase. She felt suddenly spent, and sat down, realizing that the last few moments had been traumatic ones. But no man was ever again going to possess her violently, against her will. Ever!
Her mind was a turmoil of faces: Barrington, a week ago, Coach Hoffman and his foul mouth, only moments ago, Buzz Newman and his unspoken scorn, and Brent so much like her old boyfriend, Bob Geiger had been or like what Amantha had thought he was, before that one awful night.
Her mind closed out the classroom, and it was as if she were watching an old movie being run before her eyes one she had seen hundreds of times.
How proud she had been to walk down the halls from class to class, with Bob Geiger hanging on her every word and gesture. She had been the envy of all her high school classmates, and the unspoken "hands-off" girl in school, because Bob had chosen her.
Those nights in his father's car, when they really let go and necked in what Amantha felt was the most excitable way imaginable. He would caress her nipples she seldom wore a brassiere then with his fingers, kneading her budding young breasts with both hands, and once or twice, he even managed to kiss and suck on them.
Usually though, they would end up at a drive-in movie, and she would find that Bob's hand had slid up under her short little mini-skirt, inside the tight elastic leg band of her panties, and his outstretched middle finger would be rubbing the wetly throbbing lips of her vagina.
She had wanted so badly to let go, to spread her legs wide, opening up her hungrily quivering pussy to his fingers, so that he would make her cum even better than when she went home and fingered her own vaginal furrow afterward. She fought a constant battle with herself about the lightness or wrongness of it, asking herself what the difference was between his finger inside her secret flesh, or her own?
But she had never been able to go all the way!
Bob had tortured her with hot, deep-tongued kisses, or his tongue would dig into her ear while he gasped out his love for and need for her. Still, she was what she was. She believed all the foregone conclusions about her and Bob Geiger. They were an ideal couple. Bob would go to college for a year or so, then enter his father's successful chain of hardware stores. They would marry, have kids, be happy for the rest of their lives. That's the way it had to be.
If she let down, and allowed him to use her trembling young body for whatever purposes he wanted, he would lose all respect for her perhaps even after the first intercourse and there would go all the dreams. Nobody knew how difficult it was for her to say no, when his fingers were stroking her shamelessly aroused vagina, sometimes accidentally contacting her erect little clitoris, and driving her almost to complete abandon.
But she always settled for fingering herself to orgasm later, fantasizing that Bob's warmly pulsating penis was deep inside her, his hands on her naked buttocks, his lips locked to hers, whispering words of undying love as they came together in one billowing, overwhelming moment of passion.
That's how it should be, and as far as she was concerned, that's how it would be, until they were married. There was no question of her loving him, and she believed that he loved her with equal intensity.
As she slumped in her chair behind her desk, reminiscing, and she recalled the culmination of her big love affair, her face grew sad, and a twinge of disgust curled her pretty mouth.
They had graduated. She had taken a job as a clerk in a market that summer, then entered State Teacher's College in the fall. Bob's father surprised everyone by sending his son on a three-month's tour of Europe, and the gossip flew. Bob would quickly forget the "hometown" sweetheart, and might not even show up again.
Amantha knew in her heart that he would. What she didn't know was that Bob Geiger would return more mature, more sure of himself and his masculine charms, and more firm in his sexual demands. She couldn't know of the dozens of girls who had thrown themselves at him in Paris, London, and Rome, nor that Bob boasted to his male buddies that he had never paid for a woman's sexual favors!
And that last, horrible night, after Bob had come home! He had deliberately ignored her for over a week after his return, doubtless to let her stew and build up her own desires. And she'd fallen for it totally! She wanted to see him so badly, to feel the reassuring touch of his lips and arms, that she was not sure whether she could resist his efforts to seduce her when they finally did come together.
She had her own small apartment when he finally stopped by the market, surprising her. He kissed her quickly and lightly on the cheek and asked confidently, "How about a date tonight, sweetheart?" She had thrilled at the endearing term, and walked on air the rest of the day until he picked her up at eight.
They went out to the lake, sitting on the shore, while she listened to his somewhat boastful account of his European trip, but it was obvious that he wasn't interested in his recounting of his exploits, and he quickly began to feel her ripely trembling body, more demanding and self-sure than he had been.
Bob said, at one point, "Know what makes those European chicks so special, Amantha? They dig sex. They know what a man and woman are supposed to mean to each other. No guarantees no tomorrows, maybe and no tears or regrets. They do it for the sake of the moment. That's the way sex should be!"
His fingers caressing her wetly heated pussy, his lips on hers, and his other hand fondling the softness of her breast combined with the beauty of the moonlight on the lake and the night sounds of nature had almost brought complete surrender.
But she couldn't! Oh God! She mustn't! She still had that dream of perfection the fairy tale come true. The handsome prince married the Cinderella girl and they lived happily ever after!
She pulled away from him, mumbling "Bob oh, Bob, I can't! I want to, but I can't!"
He suddenly turned into an animal. She had forgotten that his hand was inside her panties and the other inside her blouse, and suddenly he moved violently with both of them! He ripped her panties from her and with his other hand, her brassiere was torn from her breasts!
"Well I can!" Bob growled angrily. "What the hell is so special about you and your tight little cunt! I can get hundreds of broads that are better than you. It's time you had a taste of a good, stiff prick. It'll make a woman of you!"
He continued to tear the terrified young blonde's clothes from her body until she lay naked and trembling in frightened embarrassment. She numbly stared up at him from her position on the grass, as he took off his pants and shorts, revealing a huge pulsating erection that fascinated her, despite her terror at what was turning out to be her rape!
The youth was no longer Bob. He was a raging, rutting animal, not caring about his mate, only interested in gratifying his own animal lust!
He threw himself upon her, his weight holding the naked girl helpless. He spread her long lithe legs with his own knees, and Amantha was too frightened to resist. She hoped that he would come to his senses when he finally realized what he was doing raping the girl that loved him and wanted to marry him!
Brutally, he spread her hotly quivering vaginal lips with his fingers, and with one powerful forward thrust of his hips, rammed his rock-hard penis in her fearfully cringing cunt as deep as it would go!
It hurt, momentarily, and shocked Amantha back to reality. Frantically, she began to scratch his face, leaving bloody streaks, and made a super-human effort to close her legs, but the youth's long thick cock was already too deep up inside her tight vaginal passage. A second later, his heatedly throbbing hardness began thrusting rapidly in and out of her no-longer virginal cunt as he grunted like a rutting animal.
The shocked young blonde felt nothing between her legs! She was stunned into numbness after all the dreams she had had of the beauties of sex between lovers. But Bob Geiger was no lover, he was a beast, an animal, interested only in one thing his own orgasm!
She was relieved when she felt his heated sperm gushing out of his wildly jerking penis to fill her vaginal cavity and his body slumped heavily upon her, his emotions spent, his sexual desires fulfilled!
Then he had added the final insult!
He got up, zipping his trousers, careless of the semen that still dripped from his penis. He stared down at the nakedly weeping girl in the dim light of the moon, contempt twisting his handsome features.
"Fuck you! Walk home!" Bob spat at her. A moment later, she heard the motor roar into life, and quickly disappear into the night.
She lay there sobbing for more than an hour. Her whole life seemed shattered. Her dream was gone. And where would another ever appear, after this initiation into the brutal ways of men? Men? No, animals! Nothings.
The hurt had gone far deeper than her painfully throbbing vagina. Her heart and soul had been penetrated and dirtied by the long hard penis of the man she believed was a dream lover.
During the long, embarrassing walk home, in her tattered clothes, she was dry-eyed, and her heart had dried up also. No man would ever again take her violently! She would fight the "he-men", the violent animals, the second she spotted this quirk in them. The man who could possess her body would first have to bare a soul that was filled with sweetness, and a mind that wanted only happiness and sexual fulfillment for her Amantha Siddons!
That had been five years ago , and she had kept that promise to herself.
The young blonde teacher snapped out of her reverie as a janitor opened the door, quickly apologizing and mumbling that he would return a little later.
As she gathered her books and papers together, Amantha realized that she was irresistibly drawn to the image of the sweet gentle boy, Brent Turnbull, who had so impressed her and who had stirred the fires of sexual desire within her for the first time in years!
How different he was! She compared him with the low specimens of manhood with whom he was so closely associated Coach Charlie Hoffman and that despicable little animal. Buzz Newman, whom she wouldn't trust around a female dog in heat. The football player was a beady-eyed lecher, in spite of the fact that he was only about fourteen!
Buzz Newman was exactly suited to that little slut, Cathy Musgrove. And she had heard rumors from both students and teachers that the two of them were brazenly making it, all the way, with utter disregard for conscience or observers!
And there was another one who had created plenty of problems that Cathy! She was a sexpot, no doubt of it, with all the tools to work with. She was shapely, with pert, saucy breasts that she loved to display beneath a sheer blouse or sweater, wearing no brassiere. She had auburn hair, worn loosely, flaring hips, nice legs and ankles, and a way of swaying her lushly ripened body as she walked that suggested the pleasures a man would have in bed with her.
She had brazenly and repeatedly refused to turn in homework assignments, and she never completed class assignments. Instead, she occupied her time ogling the boys in class, or passing little notes to other girls. Amantha had intercepted one which said, "How'd you like to ball horsecock?" And she had promptly suspended Cathy until she explained and apologized, and also turned in three late homework assignments.
She wondered vaguely who "horsecock" could be?
Surely not Brent Turnbull! Although...with a feeling of guilt that bothered her, Amantha recalled many times when she had been fascinated by the manly form of Brent, especially the large bulge in the front of his tight Levi's.
But Brent wouldn't have anything to do with a little slut like Cathy. He couldn't be animal enough! When he wanted a girl, he would be gentle, soft, tender, loving. He had to be!
She sat in her chair, lost in fantasy, trying to strip those blue jeans off Brent Turnbull! She wondered if his virile young penis would be big, smooth, desirable. She knew, somehow, that it would be a man's instrument a wonderful piece of artwork that any woman would welcome into her vagina!
She suddenly looked down, her mouth popping open in astonishment as she realized that her hand had stolen up underneath her skirt and inside the bottom of her panties, and that her fingers were caressing the quivering little nub of her clitoris! Her mind was filled with this boy, and she knew that somehow, she was going to have him all the way, and that when it happened, she would finally know the thrills and satisfactions of physical love!
It bothered her for a while, as she gathered up her briefcase and purse, but when she stepped outside the door and headed for her car in the parking lot, Miss Amantha Siddons felt strangely free freer than she had felt for a long, long time. Maybe Brent Turnbull would open up a whole new world of sweet, beautiful love, complete with sex. And for the first time ever, Amantha wanted it to happen, no matter what!
And no matter if it was with a fifteen year old boy!
CHAPTER TWO
As she studied her naked body in the mirror, Amantha vaguely wondered if she were foolishly, hopelessly, school-girlishly in love.
Why was she standing here primping, making sure her blue eyes were enhanced by makeup, her lips carefully toned to a moderate shade by lipstick, merely to impress a schoolboy? It seemed crazy. Unlike her! Yet, here she was, preparing to dazzle and impress Brent Turn bull, who was due to arrive in a half-hour, for his first catch-up English lesson.
Amantha stared deep into her reflected blue eyes, wondering what had come over her since this schoolboy's body had brushed close to hers. Why was she carefully selecting her most provocative clothes? Why had she decided not to wear a bra? What did she want or expect from this beautiful young boy who had all the attributes and the body of a wonderfully mature man?
She was confused. After all, it was the first male in years who had inspired hope in her breast. He was the first who seemed to be worthy of all her honest desires for love, respect and fulfillment. Yet, what could ever come of it? Their ages precluded any permanent or meaningful attachment.
Amantha clung to the word "meaningful". That was the answer. Their association, no matter how brief or how torrid, was meaningful. To her, and she knew instinctively, to Brent.
She looked at her nipples and was astonished and yet delighted to see that they were erect and hard, and she recognized her fantastic desire for Brent Turnbull to become sexy in his responses to her. She drew back, smiling strangely, wondering if she was turning into a perverted seductress. No, she concluded, she was just aroused by the first decent male she recalled encountering in her life, and let it go at that.
Amantha slid into the clinging dress of nylon, that rose above her knees at least four inches. It was a mini, and it showed her off to advantage. It was blue with white trimming, and she donned it over her white nylon panties, admiring her half-revealed breasts and her well-turned buttocks as she twisted in front of the mirror. Her body, she concluded, should turn any man or boy on. She would play it by ear, not trying to read too much into the deep, brown eyes of Brent as he had paused at the classroom door.
She even dared a martini, knowing that two or at most, three, turned her into a wanton. She needed to relax to see clearly how Brent felt about her as a woman, not a teacher or part-time tutor.
She was glowing with desire and anticipation when the handsome teenager rang the buzzer. She set her martini glass down and opened the door with a grand gesture, half-bowing, smiling her sweetest. Brent came in hesitantly, embarrassed but obviously pleased with his friendly reception.
As she closed the door, Amantha glowed with pleasure as she saw his eyes roving over her lushly ripened breasts and her hips. She forced herself to sound businesslike as she said, "Well, Brent, shall we get right to it?"
She had laid out some books and papers on the dinette table, and Brent nodded awkwardly and sat down, his eyes still fastened on her full sensuous breasts as she bent over and put some loose-leaf sheets filled with notes before him. "Study these for a few moments, Brent, and then I'll ask you to give me the adjectives and the adverbs in the sentences."
She drew back, eying his body. He was dressed in blue jeans, and his long legs sprawled comfortably as he slouched in the chair, concentrating on his study. Amantha moved over and pointed to a middle sentence. "This is a difficult one, so study it well." Her ripely swaying breasts brushed against his upper arm as she bent over, and her eyes opened wide in unconcealed hunger as she noted a growing bulge beneath his zipper.
She moved back quickly, but her eyes clung to the rapidly growing bulge that told her he was getting an erection. For an instant, she felt disgust. He was like all the others. His whole nature was in his cock.
But she berated herself instantly. She had deliberately teased him with her breasts. Why wouldn't he respond sexually?
She peeked at the front of his Levi's again, suddenly giddy with the desire to see his teenage penis, to touch it and feel its warm pulsing heat in her hand. Brent was trying to avoid her gaze, pretending to study the page, but his red face told her he was aware that she had spotted his hard-on. She abandoned her prudishness, walked over and pulled a chair up close to his and sat down. Without looking at him, she reached over and laid her hand on his thigh, just below the all-too-obvious bulge of his erection.
"Let's see how you've done," Amantha said huskily, her hand patting his leg. "Is this word an adverb or adjective?" She pointed with her left hand to a word on the sheet.
Brent squirmed uneasily, his restlessly stirring cock growing harder so it was clearly outlined against the denim of his pants. Amantha, trembling with the overpowering urgency of her own lewd desires, could control herself no longer. Her hand slowly moved up and her fingers caressed his hardened bulge before closing around it, squeezing it hard. Brent groaned in disbelief as the beautiful young teacher unzipped his jeans. His rigidly throbbing cock leaped up at her groping hand, and Amantha stared at it in awed fascination. As she stroked the tautened flesh of his manhood, her eyes slowly met his and she parted her trembling lips in an invitation to be kissed.
Still not believing the obscenely exciting thing that was happening to him, the teenager leaned over and kissed her, his tongue sliding easily and deeply into her mouth. She sucked it in deeper, gasping in her torment of desire as her fingers tightened around the boy's hotly throbbing organ, stroking it steadily from top to bottom. She was astonished at the deep urge that was taking hold of her to feel his wonderfully hardened flesh in her mouth. She wanted to taste it, to caress it with her tongue and to suck it until she made Brent cum!
But the handsome teenager was too inexperienced to sense her desire to fellate him, and he slouched even lower, so she could stroke his rock-hard penis easier. He was moving his hips and buttocks in rhythm with her stroking motion, and Amantha instinctively knew that he was close to orgasm. The young blonde teacher still longed to take it in her mouth, to give him even greater sexual delight, but it was too late. She felt his burgeoning cock begin to jerk spasmodically, and she speeded her movements until the opening at the lust-swollen tip of his cock spewed out spurts of white hot semen! Brent moaned in lewd delight as his orgasm devastated his body.
Amantha stared in fascination as his fresh young sperm shot beyond her hand and splashed against her naked leg. The spurts diminished quickly, the heated liquid finally dribbling over his cockhead and over her hand.
Without warning, her mindless lust left her and a wave of sudden shame overcame her. The young teacher began to sob as she removed her hand from Brent's now softening penis, awkwardly rubbing the semen from her hand onto her skirt. Her face was contorted in guilt as she could think only of how she had cheapened herself in Brent's eyes.
Uncertain, because of her erratic reactions, the teenage youth whipped out his handkerchief and wiped his cockhead free of semen and quickly put it back in his pants. Then, almost tenderly, he took the handkerchief and began to dab at Amantha's hand and the puddle of semen on her skirt. He was gentle in his movements, and as he rubbed his cum from her sleek naked thigh, he felt a resurgence of his desire for this wonderful woman.
Brent stopped wiping and reached out to turn her face to him. She resisted, but he forced her to look his way, although she would not meet his eyes, keeping her own averted.
"Please..." Brent pleaded softly, "...it was my fault. I wanted it...please don't act like this. It was...you were so wonderful. How can I thank you? Please look at me, Miss Siddons."
At the formal address, Amantha began to sob and giggle hysterically, leaning forward to bury her face in her hands.
Brent's arms went around her and he held her head to his chest.
"I'm sorry. I apologize." Brent's tone was pleading as he patted her shoulder sympathetically.
"Oh, no!" Amantha blurted out harshly. "Don't be sorry. It was a sluttish thing to do! A cheap, whorish thing! I hate myself!"
Brent hugged her head to his chest, shaking his head, blurting vehemently, "No! No! You're not cheap. You could never be a slut a whore! You're beautiful and wonderful and I " He hesitated a moment, struck by the enormity of what he was about to say. "I could love you, Miss Siddons," he finished softly, almost apologetically. "No girl ever made me feel that way...honest...but you do."
"No, you're all wrong!" Amantha protested, pushing her body away from his arms. She immediately felt empty, deprived, realizing quickly that his arms had felt so good, so reassuring. "I am a slut. I am a cold-assed bitch, just like your coach called me. I even...even wanted to suck you off! Now...what does that make me?"
Brent held out his arms in a gesture of helplessness. "It doesn't make you anything but a wonderful woman who feels excitement, just like I began to feel it when I first walked in! Do you think I'm just a dumb kid? I wanted to touch and kiss your breasts the minute I walked in here! I wanted more! I couldn't have asked for anything better than what you just did for me, because it came from inside you...you just wanted to do it, and you did! Stop tearing yourself apart. You're...you're just wonderful. That's all I feel about you!"
Amantha stood up, turning her back, wringing her hands. There was so much confusion in her mind, yet so many truths she felt about Brent that she didn't know what to say to him.
When she turned and spoke, she could have bitten her tongue, but the fear in her mind burst out involuntarily.
"You won't tell anyone about this, will you?"
Brent cringed as if she had slapped him. His eyes grew sad and his mouth fell in disappointment.
"Of course I wouldn't. Do you think I'd share something as wonderful as this with the guys or anybody?" He said it sullenly, feeling insulted at her suspicions.
Impulsively, Amantha walked over to him, took his cheeks in her hands and kissed him on the mouth. It was a gentle kiss, reassuring, non-sexy.
"I'm sorry, Brent. I didn't really mean that. It's just that I'm so ashamed of the way I came on...like a common tramp...a cock-teaser. I feel so low, so awful."
Brent brightened and took her hand in both his. He looked deep into her blue eyes and said softly, "I'll never believe you are any of those, Miss Siddons. What happened just happened. If I'd have had the nerve, it would have been me who came on strong. I think you're the sweetest, most wonderful girl I've ever met. I want to go on with the lessons. I want to pass, and to play football, but more than anything, I want you to know how I feel about you."
She came into his arms without a word and their mouths locked in a soul-filling, cleansing kiss. As she relaxed, Brent let both hands steal downward, cupping the fleshy hills of her buttocks, pulling her pussy close to his now fully aroused cock, moving his hips in a rotary motion, gasping as he felt her pelvis touching his hardening penis.
"I want you so terribly!" It exploded from her in a gasp. As the thought sunk home, she suddenly disengaged herself from his embrace, walking backward, standing erect, but trembling.
"Oh God! We've got to stop, Brent! Now! This minute! This is all wrong for both of us! I feel like I'm going to destroy you if I let this go any further!"
Brent started toward her, but she held out her hands in a pushing gesture.
"No! Don't come near me! We're bad for each other. Fm a grown woman...your teacher. You're only a boy. You ought to be out with girls your age, holding hands, dreaming about the good times ahead!"
Brent paused, his face turning sour. A sneer curled his lips as he snapped, "Like Cathy Musgrove?"
"I didn't mean that, and you know it!" She was angry at herself for not being able to find the right words. She, a teacher of English, and she managed to garble her real thoughts when she tried to express herself. She rationalized that she had never before been so sexually confused or aroused as she was when this teenage boy's hands touched her body.
"Then just what did you mean?" Brent challenged. "You think I want some cheap little fuck like that? I was honest with you..." The words came tumbling out now. "I meant what I told you. I think you're wonderful, very special, what you did I would want a girl I loved to do, not some easy lay like Cathy. Hell, if that's all I wanted, I could jerk off!"
"Oh, Brent.. . " Amantha groaned, "I didn't mean anything like you're thinking. I just care about you, your future, your football, your whole life. But we can't risk all of that by being...being lovers!"
"Why not?" Brent shot back, his chin jutting out. "It's my life, isn't it? If I want you, isn't that part of my life my future?"
Amantha turned away, wringing her hands in despair. She was goofing up the whole thing, when she wanted so to do what was right and best for him. He was becoming the focal point of her life, the most important man she had ever met.
Yet, in her heart, she knew that she wanted complete, wanton, raw sex with this handsome, virile boy! She wanted to not only have his warmly pulsating cock deep in her mouth, but deep inside her hungering pussy, not once, but a thousand times!
Every fiber in her being longed to feel this handsome teenage youth's body totally blended with hers, in every way that man and woman can make love, but her logical mind told her it would be wrong...not for her, but for him. She wondered vaguely if this was what love was really all about, the willingness to sacrifice one's self for the betterment of another.
"Brent," Amantha struggled to appear calm and adult, "I do know how you feel. I feel it, too. But this is a small town. Everyone would know. You'd be kicked out of school, perhaps. I'd be fired for sure. It's just not right that we risk destroying our lives."
He studied her troubled eyes, his manner and attitude totally that of a much more mature man.
"You're forgetting one thing," Brent said sharply, "Just who's to know what you and I do? I came here to get a brush-up course that will pass me in English. What's wrong with that? So, if we make love, who would know?"
His logic was hard to refute, but Amantha shook her head.
"We would, Brent. You've already lost respect for me, I know. Oh, I know you say that isn't true, but it has to be. You came here to try to get help with your English class. I deliberately dressed in a sexy blouse and skirt, so you'd see and admire maybe even desire my breasts my whole body. I wanted you to want me. To show that you did. But I wanted you too much to control my feelings. That's why I...masturbated you...why I wanted to do even more! But it has to stop. If you are to continue to have me help you, you must promise that nothing like this will ever happen again! I insist on that, or.. . " her face fell in disappointment, "...you'll just have to find someone else to help you."
A silence fell between them as Brent studied her averted face. He let his eyes rove over her entire sensually enticing body, her ripened breasts and hips, her long tapered legs, and his mind undressed her, revealing her womanly allure.
His mouth set in a grim line and he nodded.
"All right, Miss Siddons. I promise. I need your help. I need it for my..." He turned his back contemptuously, then quickly whirled and spat at her, "...my career." Before she could recover, he had gone out, slamming the apartment door.
Utter emotional exhaustion overcame Amantha and she sank into a deep armchair, her head thrown back, her eyes closed, as she let the scenes of the past hour replay themselves in her memory.
She recalled vividly the sight of Brent's hotly throbbing penis, and the rapturous look on his face as she stroked him to climax. She relived the thrill as once again she felt its wild jerking in her fingers and saw the white hot semen spilling out of it, running down over her thigh. Without consciously being aware of it, her hand stole to her loins and up beneath her skirt, and her fingers began to rub the fevered lips of her hungrily quivering vagina.
The strong arms and warm lips of Brent took over her memory and her fingers went up inside her slit, massaging the elusive clitoral nub as she began to move her hips in a lewd circular motion. She was calling his name as she reached orgasm, frantically fucking her fingers in and out of her hotly clasping pussy, her eyes closed, gasping in her fantasy, "Oh, Brent, fuck me...fuck me, darling."
CHAPTER THREE
Cathy Musgrave had made up her mind. She wasn't going to settle for any more finger-fucking from the boys in her own class. She wanted Buzz Newman, the athlete some of the older girls called "Old Horse-cock." Buzz turned her on, and she wanted more than just a tongue in her mouth and ear or some probing, fumbling fingers inside her hungry little cunt. Cathy had heard one senior girl claim it was impossible for a teenage female to take all of his long, thick hardness. She was determined to find out.
Even looking at him fully clothed, Cathy felt her hot young pussy twitch. He stood there at the door, slouched casually, grinning devilishly, his wide leather belt, blue jeans and thick-soled, low-cut boots giving him a devil-may-care look. He was a buzz-saw on the football field, and standing before her now, he looked like a blonde Adonis.
She had carefully arranged for them to be alone, and this time there would be no beer-drinking first as there had been on the other two occasions when they had joined a wild, pot-smoking, beer-guzzling bunch of youngsters. Both times, Buzz had gotten sloppy on too many fast beers, and his efforts at making out with her had left her frustrated and angry.
Too, several other older girls had spoiled her game, making a big play for the football hero, and Buzz had lapped up the attention hungrily.
He had even gotten his face slapped at the last party by calling one of the girls a "cock-teaser," when she fought back as he tried to take her panties off. That was what had set him off on too much drinking, and by the time he'd gotten back into the swing of things, he'd been too tipsy to even manage a good hard-on for Cathy.
Today would be different. They would be alone for at least four hours, and in that time, Cathy knew that she was going to be fucked over and over again and have a real sex ball with Buzz.
He walked in cockily, thumbs hooked into his leather belt, his bold gaze quickly taking in her luscious young body. Cathy was wearing tight shorts that revealed her curved buttocks clearly, and allowed her pubic mound to thrust itself out provocatively. She wore a skimpy halter over her taut young breasts that was pulled tight enough to allow her nipples to show clearly in the center of the melon-like mounds of flesh.
He licked his lips nervously then without ceremony, he grabbed her to him, one hand crushing her breast, and the other cupping her buttock. She opened her lips and sucked his tongue inside her mouth, moving her own tongue over his, feeling his penis become rigid almost at once.
They writhed in ecstasy, their bodies simulating the movements of intercourse, gasping and moaning in sudden desire.
"Buzz.. . " Cathy gasped, "...let's not waste any time! You want to fuck. I want to fuck. Let's fuck!"
Buzz didn't need to be asked twice. Lustful heat enveloped his body from head to toe, and his blood was racing in his veins as he pulled back from their impassioned embrace. Exultantly he ran his hands over Cathy's voluptuously trembling body, his eyes drinking in the sight of the auburn-haired teenager's desire-flushed skin, her eyes, sparkling like sunlit pools, and the quick rise and fall of her pointed up-thrust breasts beneath her thin halter top. He wanted to savor the moment, having waited for it so long, but he was already too aroused to hold off for any length of time. His impulse was to grab her in his arms, rip off her clothes and fuck her immediately, but he knew it was driving her up the wall by waiting. Restraining his raging lust, therefore, he drew her voluptuous young shape close again and kissed her, his tongue forcing itself between her wetly parted lips and plunging deep into her mouth while his hands stroked her back and wound in the shining tendrils of her long reddish brown hair.
Cathy closed her eyes and returned his kiss. Now that the decision was made, she felt frightened, yes, but also excited, more excited than ever before. Her heart beat faster and faster, and the force of her own long-repressed desire surged to the forefront of her consciousness, overwhelming her with its strength so that she had to surrender to it completely.
She felt his hands untie the string that held up her halter top, and she shivered slightly as he pulled the colored cloth away from her body and flung it aside. Her lushly ripened breasts were naked now, and her pink nipples tightened on contact with the air into hard little nubs. She suddenly felt strangely embarrassed, and even blushed as the aroused blond youth pulled back again to let his eyes travel lustfully over her naked breasts. She knew he liked her body and found it exciting. She arched her back slightly so that her full-fleshed young breasts jutted forward proudly up toward his face.
Buzz cupped her rounded, pink-tipped mounds in his hands and began kneading and squeezing them softly, sending new waves of hot desire through her young body. It seemed that every inch of her flesh was unbearably sensitive, and his slightest touch made her nearly dizzy. He made her body feel so light and sensually free that she felt rocked with intense sexual thrills. Her hungering young pussy throbbed uncontrollably, almost painfully, and she moaned softly as Buzz took her erect little nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, making them stand out even further. It was as though there were some interior electrical connection between the two parts of her body, for his deft manipulation of her breasts sent little shocks of feeling down deep inside her. It was wonderful, even more so when he lowered his head and nipped and sucked lightly on the sensitive mounds of quivering flesh.
"Oh," Cathy breathed excitedly, "that feels so nice, ohhhhh!"
Buzz, too, felt himself becoming wildly excited as he slavered lustfully over her naked breasts. It was a new kind of excitement, headier than what he had felt in their earlier necking and petting sessions. The knowledge that within a few moments his long hard cock would plunge upward into the heated softness of her tight young cunt acted as a powerful fuel to his desire, and he was intensely aware of every nuance of sensual stimuli. He was rapidly becoming consumed with the desire to possess the voluptuous girl. The thought filled him with a keen sense of raw, potent masculinity that made his virile hardness swell and throb hotly.
Pulling back, he quickly stripped off his T-shirt and then pulled Cathy to him.
"I want to see you naked," he growled, reaching for the already half-opened zipper of her tight shorts. Lowering it all the way, he gripped the top of the clinging garment with his hands and slid them down over her smoothly rounded hips and buttocks. Leaving them bunched at her knees, he immediately slipped his hands into the elastic waistband of her bikini panties and peeled them down, too. Then he pulled both garments down to the floor, and she stepped out of them.
"I want to see you naked, too," Cathy breathed, hardly able to tear her eyes away from the lean and muscular youth who, clad only in jeans, boots and leather belt, was gazing lewdly at her now totally naked body, his eyes returning as if drawn by a magnet, to the triangle of curling reddish hair that nestled at the juncture of her full womanly thighs. He does look like a movie star, she thought fleetingly, the perfect embodiment of the beautiful youth, with his slightly curly hair and his arrogantly lustful eyes.
Never taking his eyes from her shimmering nakedness, Buzz kicked off his boots and unbuckled his wide leather belt. With fumbling fingers, he tore down the zipper of his pants and quickly stripped them off. She was surprised to see that he wore no underwear, for his long thick cock was immediately visible, standing out from his body, surrounded at the base by a curling halo of dark blond hair. She gasped at the sight of his fully erect penis and felt a shudder of fear. It was so long and thick! Even bigger than she had thought even though the girl's did call him "horse-cock!" At the same time, however, it exercised an irresistible fascination on her, and she stared, hypnotized at the throbbing pole of flesh and the forward-thrust globes of his testicles beneath, wrinkled and hairy and contracting into hard, tight balls before her eyes.
Now the obscenely aroused youth began moving the leather cushions from the couch onto the floor, making a little bed in the middle of the room. Taking her hand, he led her to it, and they both sank to their knees on the cool leather. Buzz encircled her with his arms and pressed his naked body against hers. His hard rod of excited flesh ground against her naked belly, and Cathy could feel herself trembling with excitement and fear. She wanted it, yes, but suddenly she felt also as though she wanted to run away. Not now, not today, some other time, she wanted to cry out, but he crushed his full sensual lips against hers, stifling whatever protest she might have felt. He sucked hard on her tongue, and it felt as though the pressure would rip it from its moorings in her mouth. Then she felt herself being eased backwards onto the cushions. Despite her fear, she was powerless to resist the keen sensations of lust she felt, and the two hotly aroused teenagers clasped each other's bodies with urgently grasping hands. Buzz reveled obscenely as he slid his palms up and down over the sleek taper of her rounded hips and cupped the warm, resilient mounds of her buttocks with passionate desire.
Still holding the kiss, he worked his hand up between her legs, searching with his fingers for the tight entrance to her vaginal passage. Cathy felt herself stiffen slightly with fear as she felt his fingers work between the hair-fringed cushions of flesh and begin to probe gently at her cuntal split.
"Relax, baby," Buzz admonished her. "Just relax."
This was the part of sex he liked best, next to actually fucking, of course the process of driving a chick wild with desire until no matter how much she wanted to resist, she was powerless to stop herself from submitting to whatever he wanted and could do nothing except wriggle obscenely against him, begging him with her body to plunge his thickly distended shaft of male flesh deep up into her desire-racked cuntal depths. A girl's sudden manifestation of fear and hesitation acted on him like a potent aphrodisiac, a challenge to prove his maleness by making her want it, despite her fear.
Firmly, he forced her trembling young thighs apart slightly and placed his palm over her wetly pulsing vaginal entrance. Then, stiffening his middle finger, he began to insert it into her warm moist cunt, slowly, with a little circular motion so as not to hurt her. Her creamy vaginal secretions not only told him unmistakably that she was ready, but eased the passage of his lewdly probing finger. Cathy's cuntal muscles closed tightly around his intruding finger as though she were trying to expel it, but the actual effect was to draw it further inside.
"Aaaahhh," she wailed, flailing her head uncontrollably on the smooth leather cushion. His finger felt like a burning brand inside her as he inched it upward in her vaginal softness. It was so deliciously pleasurable!
"Feels good, doesn't it, baby?" Buzz asked lewdly, licking wetly with his tongue over her naked neck and shoulders and savoring the clear signs of the voluptuous fourteen year old's excitement as she moaned helplessly beneath him. "Doesn't it?" he repeated, twisting his finger lasciviously and causing her to moan with pleasure and pain.
"Yes...Oh, God, yes. Don't tease me. Fuck me!" Tears rose to her eyes as he continued to tantalize her hungering passage, and she wondered why he didn't fuck her now. Yet at the same time, her very helplessness before his sexual onslaught only served to excite her further.
Digging her fingers into the naked flesh of Buzz's shoulders, she tried to relax into his lewd caress even though she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. Hot thrills of lust shuddered through her nakedly trembling young body as he continued his tantalizing manipulations of her cunt. Oh, God! Wouldn't he ever stop his teasing and fuck her?
Sensing that the time was right, Buzz suddenly withdrew his finger from her wetly pulsing slit. He himself was nearly delirious with lust, and the look in his eyes was frightening to Cathy. He suddenly looked cruel as he separated her legs and positioned himself between them. Her heart thudded in her chest and the inside of her mouth felt suddenly dry as, leaning forward and supporting himself on one hand, with the other he guided the thick-girthed flesh of his blood-engorged cock right at the entrance to her pussy.
Buzz gripped her shoulder and held her in place then fell forward on her body, pinning her in place with his weight. Reaching between their tightly locked bodies, he again grasped his hotly pulsating cock, pulling back the thick foreskin with his thumb and forefingers and pressing once more against the entrance to her wetly quivering pussy. He could feel her tight cuntal lips, already stretched by the lustful probing of his finger, give way slightly but not enough to let him penetrate her easily.
"Maybe we shouldn't do this," Cathy murmured with sudden apprehension as his blood-filled cock-head pressed against her. "Maybe I'm not ready for it yet..."
"You're ready, baby. Just relax, that's all."
She tried, but suddenly Buzz flicked his hips forward and the lust-swollen tip of his penis penetrated her cuntal entrance.
"Annnngggghhh!" she wailed as searing pain coursed through her nakedly splayed body. "Stop! It hurts! Oh, God! It hurts!"
Now the frightened girl began struggling in earnest, pushing him away with her hands and trying to wriggle out of his strong grasp. But Buzz was too fast for her. Realizing that it was now or never, he leaned forward, ignoring her cries and pleas. He rammed his massively throbbing cock forward again...and suddenly he was in!
Tears streamed down Cathy's face as she felt his thick cock-head sliding up inside her painfully stretched pussy. Her loins felt as though they were on fire, and for an instant she hated him for causing her so much pain. But then, as the agony of his initial penetration subsided and she became accustomed to the feeling of his huge pulsing cock embedded in her vaginal softness, she found that it wasn't so bad. It felt so thick as it throbbed softly just inside her painfully stretched pussy. It was unlike any other penis she had ever felt in her young life. Bigger! Thicker! Harder!
Now Buzz pushed forward a little further, then back, then forward again, each new thrust taking him further and further inside her. Christ, she was tight! You'd think that with the number of guys that she'd balled she'd have a cunt like the Grand Canyon. Yet, her tight little pussy gripped his thick shaft like a velvet lined vise, and he could feel every ridge of her vaginal interior. A steadily growing wetness enveloped his rigidly thrusting penis as Cathy's nakedly thrashing body began to respond with spontaneous lust. The sex-driven athlete exulted in the knowledge that he was giving the fourteen year old shit the best fuck of her life.
As Buzz began to increase the intensity of his thrust, Cathy began to moan softly like a bewildered young kitten, half crying, half laughing. Her body, practically operating out of her control, was growing more and more excited by the minute. Softly heated thrills of pleasure began to ripple through her ravished pussy, and her skin tingled with warmth as if she was being brushed by a million tiny doves' wings.
"Oooohhh," she moaned, as her eager boyfriend lunged roughly up into her rapidly dampening flesh with his thickly swollen cock, "Ooooooh...God! It feels so good...sooo gooodd!"
"Dig it, baby," her sun-bronzed boyfriend grunted, "let it all go, let it all hang out. Fuck me back, sweetheart, fuck me back!"
His obscene command acted like a bomb blast on the last of the young teenager's pain, and suddenly, with a cry of ecstasy, she surrendered fully to his animalistic fucking. A wave of radiant heat tore through her hotly writhing young body, and she suddenly gripped the naked flesh of her boyfriend's shoulders and held on tight, gasping for breath as the intensity of the torrid copulation began to mount.
Oh, I've never felt this good in my whole life, she realized, never! Oh, my God, it's wonderful...wonderful!
Buzz's muscular body became charged with raw, masculine power as Cathy started to respond like a whore, crying out in the throes of ecstasy and wildly writhing her naked young body against his tanned flesh. Her tapered legs kicked wildly on either side of the boy's hotly lunging body, and she flailed her head from side to side in utter happiness, crying out with abandon.
Her unexpected lewd outcry stunned both of them for a moment, but in the next moment, a wave of torrid desire shot through their heatedly aroused young forms and he renewed his savage fucking into her now-drenched and throbbing cuntal passage, his breath coming faster and faster, his eyes glazed with barbaric excitement. He could feel his roughly swinging balls tighten and swell with white hot cum. He was almost there, almost there.
Holding him tightly, Cathy groaned wildly, nearly incoherent from the force of the tempestuous stabs of pleasure that tore through her pulsing young flesh. She felt like a bird, flying, flying high into the blue sky...her ecstatically tingling pussy was on fire, blazing with erotic excitement. It was like fireworks, hot, wet fireworks inside her rampantly throbbing vagina. Suddenly, she was there!
"I'm cummiinngg," she cried out with stunned pleasure. "CCUMMINNGGG!"
Abruptly, Buzz groaned like a wounded stallion and then bucked his pelvis with jackhammer thrusts as he suddenly reached the peak of his orgasm, jetting scalding streams of heated semen into her eagerly clutching cunt in obscene pleasure as they drained their torrid desire to the very dregs. Finally, it was over. Buzz collapsed forward into Cathy's nakedly trembling body, and they lay twined together for a few moments, neither of them speaking as they bathed in the ecstatic afterglow. Finally, the blond seducer gently eased his softening cock out of her still tightly clasping young cunt and rolled off onto the floor.
"How was that for you?" he asked when Cathy still lay motionless, her eyes closed.
"Oh, Buzz," she breathed, scarcely trusting her own voice. "It was fantastic. I was a fool to wait for so long. If I'd known what a beautiful cock you've got, I would've...I would've fucked you the first day I saw you!"
He laughed as she suddenly flung herself into his arms again, pressing her ripe young body against his and clinging to him tightly.
"Everything in its own time, baby," he assured her, running his hands lazily over her naked back and buttocks. "You waited 'til you were ready for old "Horse-cock," and that's the best way."
"I suppose you're right," Cathy assented. "But I warn you, now that I know what I've been missing, I'm going to want it all the time.
Every day! Twice on Sundays!" Playfully, the naked, aroused adolescent began kissing him hotly, rolling over and over with him on the floor.
Buzz laughed with her, and when their high spirits had subsided somewhat, he reached for his cigarettes and lit one for each of them.
"I hate to be a bringdown," he said, handing her the white cylinder of tobacco, "but just exactly how do you plan to bring that off? It doesn't look like it's suddenly going to get easier for us to get together."
Cathy's face fell at his words. "You're right," she said quietly, the reality of their newfound pleasure suddenly coming clear to her.
"That old Siddons!" Cathy said angrily. "She's got me in all kinds of hot water with my mother and father! Her and her damned English!"
"That's right, you aren't even allowed in class, are you?" Buzz recalled, his eyes roving her naked body, still aglow with gratification and the beginning of a new desire. His face fell as he remembered that he too was having a large problem with Miss Siddons.
"She thinks she's going to keep me from playing football, but old Coach Hoffman will burn her ass good. Know what he did?" Buzz giggled viciously at the remembrance. "He called her a frigid bitch right to her face! How about that?"
Cathy rolled over closer to him, giggling, jerking at his now-hardening cock then leaning down to make one lascivious lick at it.
"Wonder what she'd say if she could see us now, Buzz?" She laughed, jerking at his cock experimentally while Buzz began to play with her nipples once more.
"Probably cream her pants with jealousy," Buzz laughed. "I wonder if she'd faint at the sight of a good stiff prick?"
They joined in laughter at the thought.
"And that dumb-ass, Brent Turnbull..." Buzz sneered at the thought, "...he's kissing her ass, spending all his spare time trying to brown-nose his way into getting passing grades."
"He is?" Cathy hadn't heard about that, and it gave her a twinge of jealousy. "Why wouldn't she let me stay after school and try to help me?"
"Oh, they're not staying after school Brent goes to her apartment a few nights a week."
"Think they have this kind of fun?" Cathy asked, her breath beginning to come in gasps as she recalled the thrill of his warmly pulsing cock inside her pussy.
"Shit, no! He's too dumb to do anything but jack off! And she's just what the coach called her...a frigid bitch!"
His hand stole down to her wetly heated cuntal slit and began using his outstretched middle finger to massage her clit. He stuck his tongue into her mouth and she responded readily, sucking it and playing with his thickening hardness as she rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide in lewd invitation.
"You really think the coach can help you, Buzz honey?" Cathy said, groaning in lewd delight as she felt his long hard cock inserted again inside her throbbing pussy.
"Who cares!" Buzz panted, shoving his hardened shaft of flesh deeply into her tight young pussy, enjoying the gasp it brought from her. "This is all that really counts, baby...fuckin'! "
CHAPTER FOUR
Chuck Hoffman was a troubled man. Since his wife Debbie had died three years ago, his whole nature seemed to have changed. All he found satisfaction in now was his football involvement. And he had a damned good team this year, if only that bitch Siddons wasn't trying to screw it all up!
Chuck had once been with the pros, but waived out of the league. In today's world of behemoth players, he'd been too fragile. He'd had a leg broken in his first tryout camp then later, had cartilages torn in his knee. With the reputation of being a "buttercup," he'd failed to interest any other team, and he had settled into the teaching profession for which he had trained.
It hadn't turned out bad. He had a good, solid teaching job, and when the school had agreed to put some emphasis on football and hired him as coach, life began to have some meaning. He'd been happily married, and life settled into a pleasant routine...until Debbie had smashed her life and his to bits in an auto accident.
Some of the others had tried to be kind especially Vern Summers and his wife, Joyce. Vern was a teacher of history, and the school had buzzed when he had married Joyce. She'd been a dancer in some strip clubs, rumor had it, and when she had come to town, had been a wise-cracking, sexy-talking cocktail waitress that all the swingers in town drooled over. But Vernon Summers had managed to put a ring on her finger, and she retired from the active sex scene.
Summers was well-liked in town, and so there were no snide whispers about his dark-haired wife's past or present after they moved into their new house. As far as most knew, Joyce had become a sensible, even demure little wife.
But Charlie Hoffman knew different. Joyce had had a thing for him for a long time now, and every chance she had, she let him know that she'd be happy to spread her legs for him.
Hoffman was no prude, but he did have some scruples left. Vernon Summers was about the only close friend he had, and he had been a rock in the dark days of Chuck's loss. Hoffman had become a loner, a man who lived within himself, and his manner towards his students, his athletic charges, his fellow workers and neighbors had been cold, shutting off any attempts at becoming friendly.
But Joyce Summers was not to be put off. In Chuck's book she was just a hot-assed, sexually hungry woman who was not getting enough fucking from her mild-mannered husband, and she found it convenient to try to bed his closest friend.
The Coach had had a few women since his wife died cheap women around town who hung out in bars and would bed any man for a few drinks or just for sex kicks. But they were "relievers," as Chuck termed them. He might as well have been playing with his own cock, fantasizing about his lovely wife.
And now, there was hot-ass Joyce on the one hand, and the little fourteen year old cock-teaser that had been tormenting the hell out of him for weeks...Cathy Musgrave. She knew what she was doing when she asked for a front seat in class then sat there with her legs deliberately spread, giving him a good look at her hot young pussy.
She'd brush up against him with those ripe tits when she came up to ask a question about something, and she seemed always around the football field, ostensibly watching Buzz Newman and a couple of others he'd seen her with, but she also had a big eye and palpitating pussy for good old Coach Hoffman.
Something had to give. Everything seemed to be piling up to place a hell of a strain on his taut nerves. Maybe he was being a damned fool not to fuck the hell out of both of them! They were both asking for it, but he really needed a woman who was really interested in Jiim personally, and not just in having a big cock inside her.
He wondered about Cathy. Was she a virgin? One of those silly schoolgirls who went around having sexy crushes on male teachers? On second thought, watching her flaunt her budding teenage body, he was sure she couldn't possibly be. She had hinted that she didn't have such a hot family life especially with her stern, hard-working father, whom Chuck had never laid eyes on.
Disturbed and frustrated, Chuck got up, gulped the rest of his drink and flipped off the television. To hell with football! To hell with Joyce and that little cock-teaser! He'd get dressed and head for a bar located across town where he could always count on getting laid by any one of a dozen women!
The troubled coach was heading for the bathroom, already taking off his lounging robe, when the doorbell chimed. He threw the robe about his shoulders, tying it loosely, looking puzzled as he opened the door.
A smiling Joyce Summers stood there, looking smug, her head tilted pertly and her long, dark hair swirling over one shoulder as she waited for him to invite her in!
Something in her eyes told Chuck Hoffman she wasn't going to take any put-off tonight, and he felt suddenly embarrassed.
"I...I was just going out, Joyce. I mean...well, how come you're here? Where's Vern?"
Joyce Summers pushed on his chest, forcing him back inside the living room. She pranced confidently in, a quizzical smile curling her pretty mouth.
"Let's not play any more games, Chuck," she said, tossing her light wrap on a chair, looking about in faint admiration at the neatness of his living room. The brunette housewife also noted the cocktail glass he had set down, and she put her hands on her hips, her sensuous breasts jutting out boldly and said in mock anger, "Do I have to fix my own drink, Charlie Hoffman? Aren't I a better friend than that?"
"I...I..." Chuck couldn't take his eyes from her melon-like breasts or the beautifully shaped hips and thighs she displayed. "...I really do have a date..." It came out lamely, and Joyce laughed somewhat harshly.
"Cut the bull, Charlie. This is Joyce, remember. You can send all the others away, big boy; you won't be able to handle anybody but me tonight."
"Now, look here," he started again, but instead she came up close to him, laughing as he shrank back from her touch.
"For God's sake," Joyce said. "You'd think I was a pit viper instead of a woman who wants you to fuck her. Come on over here," she said, and patting the couch next to her in invitation, she sat down. As she did so, she opened her legs a little and the thin material of her dress slid higher up on her firm young thighs.
My God, he thought to himself, the little bitch isn't wearing any panties!
Chuck could not keep his eyes from straying to the hair-lined lips of her vagina, clearly visible up between her long parted legs. To his discomfort, she spread them a little more, a lewd teasing grin on her lips. He could see that she was excited. The first tiny dewdrops of moisture rising between her legs were faintly glistening in the tight narrow passage as she exposed herself to him. Despite himself, he could feel the heat rising in his own body.
Joyce scrutinized the beleaguered older man intently through half-closed eyes. She knew just what he was thinking, and she derived a certain satisfaction from her position of power over him. She liked these handsome he-man types and knew that it would be only a matter of minutes before he was panting.
A desperate battle was raging inside Chuck Hoffman's tortured mind. What could he do, what could he say? A part of him was dying to reach out and feel the firmness of her excitingly large breasts. He longed to kiss the moist redness of her provocatively upturned mouth. There was no denying it, he was...but no, it was wrong! He couldn't do this to his Vern, sleep with his best friend's wife behind his back. He had to do something fast, he had to get this seductive little bitch out of here.
But before he could say anything at all, Joyce had reached up and pulled him down beside her. Her supple body curled intimately up against his, her full ripe lips suddenly grazing his stubbly chin, her hand wandering teasingly over his chest, already pushing the folds of his dressing gown away.
"Hey...wait, I..." Chuck began awkwardly, his voice cracking with a mixture of shame, embarrassment and wild excitement. His words caught in his throat as she groped down around the twitching flesh of his thighs, and then, unbelievably, deftly flicked aside the edges of his dressing gown and exposed the throbbing erection of his already semi-alert penis.
She dropped lithely to her knees, and under her heavy, sensuous lids, her dark eyes were bright with eager excitement as she stared hungrily at the palpitating length of his rapidly growing member.
And as she knelt there on the carpet in front of him, her moist lips poised only inches above the glistening rod of thickening male flesh, Chuck felt as if he had been rocketed to another world. It had all happened so fast, before he had time to think. He could hardly believe that he was sitting here half-naked in his own living room in front of this beautiful brunette who was so obviously aroused and excited by the sight of his swollen penis.
Joyce's slender hand reached up and began rhythmically squeezing around the base of his thick, blood-filled cock, grasping its growing firmness, tugging obscenely at the blue-veined shaft and sending flames of raw pleasure rippling through his loins which scorched and seared his flesh as his penis throbbed into an unbelievable stiffness.
Sprawled back against the cushions of the couch, he watched the alluring young woman with passion-glazed eyes. Her lovely dark hair fell around her face in a shadowy cascade and her moist red lips floated like a rare flower directly over the thick pulsing head of his cock. His heart thudded with mounting arousal. He couldn't believe it! His brain couldn't accept the intoxicating message of his burning flesh. This stunning, married woman, this near stranger, actually had her long white fingers wound tightly, desperately around his naked penis.
"Oh, Chuck, baby, let me show you what a real woman is like," she crooned, her face flushed, her eyes widening in greedy anticipation as she spoke. He stared at her while crazy bolts of fierce, untamed excitement were dancing up his spine, his tormented cock leaping and pulsing in the warm circle of her hand, his brain racing from a jumbled chaos of emotions.
He knew that it was wrong, deeply wrong! Forbidden!
Sharp pangs of guilt cut viciously into his consciousness. The very intensity of his excitement frightened him and made the gravity of his moral transgression seem even stronger. How could he commit such a wanton act, and with his best friend's wife, too. He felt his self-respect, the foundations of his entire proper world shaken by the power of his mounting sexual agitation.
And then something snapped in him! In one split second, he cast aside the inhibitions and narrow fears that had plagued him for so many years. A beautiful woman was kneeling before him, asking him, begging him to make love to her. And he knew that he was powerless to do anything else. He was completely in the hold of his rising lust.
Joyce sensed the change that had come over him and didn't object when he stood up over her.
"Let's go into the bedroom," he said thickly, extending his hand down to her. He pulled her to her feet and led her into the other room, the room he shared with his wife Debbie. With no need of coaching, Joyce immediately fell back onto the huge king-sized bed and reached her arms up to him.
"God, you're beautiful," he muttered, staring down at her.
Then he leaned over and pressed his hungering lips tightly down against hers. She curled her arms around him and pulled him down on her, letting one of his legs fall between her open thighs. She was surprisingly supple and soft and her warm lush body was glued into his as though it belonged there. As he ground his lips harshly into her, she moved her thigh up against his loins, bringing his cock to an even more painful hardness. He could feel the seminal fluid seeping warmly from the tiny slit on the hardening tip as it sneared against the inside of his dressing gown and was sure that Joyce could feel the wetness through the thin brocade material. She continued massaging him with a practiced thoroughness until he thought the head of his cock would explode. It was jerking now as though he would cum at the slightest extra pressure. He could feel it building deep in his pulsating testicles below. He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth as she sucked gently on it, nibbling with tiny sharp nips of her teeth that sent chills running the length of his spine.
Pulling his head away to escape the teasing sensation, he placed his cheek against her hair, thinking guiltily for a moment of Debbie, thinking what a shock it would be to her if she could see him now, stretched over the almost naked body of his best friend's wife.
"Was Debbie good in bed?" Joyce suddenly asked, as if reading his thoughts.
"Forget it," he muttered, not wanting to talk about it.
"I'll teach you some things you can use to help forget her," she promised, breathing heavily into his ear. "Oh, come on. Let's do it!"
Suddenly, he realized that she was quivering beneath him, her thighs moving against his loins.
"You want to fuck me, don't you?" Joyce was breathing more deeply now.
"Yes, God, yes, I want to," he answered, the lewd words exciting him as they came from her mouth.
"Then tell me!"
"I want to fuck you!"
"How," Vern's wife groaned beneath him.
"Deep. Deep and hard. I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
"Oh God," she moaned, almost throwing him from her squirming body. "Let's get naked. I can't stand it any longer."
Chuck rose from the bed and began desperately stripping his dressing gown from his body. A slight tinge of self-consciousness came over him as he stood over her spread-eagled form with his naked cock standing out in front of him in full blood-hardened erection. But he couldn't tear his eyes away as, lifting her voluptuous body slightly, the lust-inspiring brunette squirmed out of her flimsy dress she was wearing. She had nothing else on but her high-heeled shoes and they fell to the floor with a double thud that sounded almost as one, they were so close together.
Joyce looked up at the youthful muscled man standing stark naked above her, her eyes riveted on his penis standing out in the air. She watched the throbbing of the blood-filled head for a moment and then said, "I like it. It's going to feel good going up inside of me and twisting around deep in my cunt. Oh, God! I want you to screw me with it."
Further inflamed at her lewd words, Charlie Hoffman quickly knelt beside her, feeling the need to touch her. He pushed his hand gently between her thighs, and they fell limply open without resistance of any kind. Slowly he moved his hand up between their full satin-like softness until his fingers came into sudden wet contact with the smooth curls of her pubic hair growing darkly, tantalizingly between her legs. He tried to press his outstretched middle finger up between the soft, moist flanges of her vagina, but she jerked spasmodically away, not in protest, but from the unexpected contact that sent a shiver of warm rippling sensation running through the nerve-ends of her naked flesh.
He ran his hands reverently over her high-mounded white breasts, her flat belly, her thighs, up and down over her unprotected tan nakedness with shaking hands that brought small animal mewls of pleasure from between her tightly clenched lips. His own passion was increased as he watched his hands bring gasping and quivering response from her beautiful naked body. She opened her eyes and looked up at him for a moment, their dark color made even deeper by the smoky veil of building passion that was coursing through her.
Joyce was drifting into a world of deep soft pleasure. She had no conscious thought in her mind. The only thing that mattered now was the tiny licking flames running all around her. They flickered between the silkiness of her inner thighs out the tips of her now throbbing and pebble-hard nipples and down again to the burning core of her vagina where it roared in white heat like the interior of a blast furnace.
"Oh, God," her voice whispered without her even knowing what it had said. "Oh, God."
He pressed his lips down over hers again and immediately felt the hot wet pressure of her tongue spearing up into his mouth in her automatic quest for a warmer, wetter contact with the person so deliciously torturing her body.
His hands continued roaming over her warmly yielding flesh, and he ran them back up between her open thighs. This time, they did not jerk away but opened voluntarily to admit him to the very core of her being. He could feel the hot center of her loins flexing almost imperceptibly in passionate answer to his naked touch.
"Aaah, aaaahhh," Vern's wife was sighing continuously up into his lips, her tongue pushed up into his and circling around deep inside as though searching desperately for another entrance to his mouth.
Her passion spurred his own. Disbelief buzzed continually through his inflamed brain that this could be happening. This beautiful woman, another man's wife, was writhing and twisting beneath him as though she were his slave.
He could not stand it another minute and moved over, slithering on top of Joyce's soft warm body like a protective blanket. He could feel her quivering helplessly out of control under him, and reaching down with both hands, he drew her unresisting thighs up the sides of his hips until the whole of her wetly throbbing vaginal slit was presented up to him in welcome sacrifice. For a long, tortured moment, he held her legs there and then started to reach back down and guide his hotly throbbing cock inside her...but at the last second, he stopped.
He wanted her total surrender, and it would be worth the risk of breaking the spell she was under now. It would make it all a thousand times more exciting if she were to take him into her herself. He held his breath and spoke in a whisper.
"Put it in for me. Reach down and put it in."
And he let his breath out in a long gasp as he felt her hand burrowing down without hesitation between their desire-tensed bodies and her warm fingers close tightly around his rigid flesh. She stilled for a moment, but a second later he felt her thumb and forefinger tighten around the pulsating head of his penis and slowly but firmly push up. He gasped, and his lips bared back over his teeth as the thick foreskin peeled torturously back, and she pressed the moist sensitive tip of his cock into the wet fleshy folds of her vagina. He could feel the soft curly pubic hair tickling gently against its heated length as it hung poised for entry between the wetly throbbing lips of her cunt. Her smooth warmth was excruciating, and it was all he could do to hold himself back from lunging forward to sink the whole of the heavily throbbing weight hanging down between his legs with one mighty flesh-splitting thrust right up into the helplessly impassioned woman's quivering, waiting belly.
Still, however, the Coach hesitated.
He waited because he sensed instinctively that she needed it and that was what he wanted from her. Even though it tortured him beyond his wildest imaginations, he waited. He had conquered her soul, and she was completely at the mercy of his desires at this moment. He waited, holding back the final plunge that would fuse them together in one great wet pulsating mass of flesh. He was wringing from her a final admission of surrender that would bind them together forever in their adulterous act.
Joyce lay groaning in tiny, unintelligible moans that gasped from between her passion-clenched teeth. Her body ached with desire. Aware of his form hovering over her, legs and loins spread even wider apart.
And she hungered.
She hungered deep inside her contracting womb as though her cunt were a ravenous animal waiting to be fed. Oh, God! She needed it to be filled with his warmly pulsating hardness.
Almost too late, Chuck levered up into a pushup position over Joyce's slowly undulating body and looked down. Her face was contorted in indescribably rapture, and her lips were pursed into a wet oval with tiny groans of pleasure escaping from around the pinkness of her tongue circling moistly around the outside of her mouth. He looked down between their bodies and could see his giant throbbing hardness pressed into the wet folds of her gaping cunt. The silken softness of her pubic hair surrounded the stump-like pole of flesh in a lust-inciting picture that caused his cock to throb involuntarily harder against her.
"Ooooohh," she groaned helplessly as she felt the obscene contact grow closer. "Now! Please!"
He strained with all his might against the all-consuming desire to ram forward at that very moment and impale her instantaneously like a ravished prisoner at a stake. But he wanted to make her wait for him. There was too much of her that he had not yet tasted, and he wanted all of it. Tonight she was his to do with as he wanted.
He looked down at the large, firm breasts swaying out gently from her ribs and quivering slightly with each soulful gasp that came from her passionately mewling throat. They excited him, distracted him, and he had to have them in some way. Slithering forward up over her chest, the lust-tortured coach straddled her with one leg on either side of her ribs and gently placed his eagerly throbbing cock in the deep narrow cleft between the untanned mounds so that her warm breast flesh enclosed it on both sides.
His hands shook as he reached down and crushed the resilient softness between his strong fingers, making tiny ridges of white that protruded between his knuckles. Panting in desire, he kneaded and stretched them, watching them ooze through his hands like foam rubber, soft, yet springing back into their enticing roundness the moment the pressure lifted. He pushed them together until they met across her naked body and formed a velvety yielding tunnel in which his cock was sensuously trapped. He pressed them hard so that the nipples met at the top and then began a gentle rocking motion, thrusting his thickened hardness through the warm flaccid channel formed by the firm white mounds. As he pushed, the huge bulbous head of his cock appeared at the far end of the soft warm tunnel and brushed gently against her chin, leaving a tiny spot of moisture each time it touched from the seminal fluid that seeped excitedly from the end-slit.
Chuck kept up the slow rocking motion between her quivering breasts for several minutes, feeling his penis growing and expanding until he was afraid it would erupt in a great gushing fountain of sperm before he was ready. He had to force himself to sit still for a minute and content himself with pushing and pulling at the maddening softness of the two throbbing breasts so warmly surrounding his penis. He tweaked at the erect little nipples and rubbed them over the top of his cock together, one against the other, watching with a lewd grin as they jerked and throbbed into an even greater hardness than he had thought possible. At the same time he studied her face and the sensuous reaction it was having upon her.
Her eyes were open, gazing unseeing up at the ceiling, a thin smoky veil of passion obscuring the dilated pupils. Her hips and buttocks were grinding wantonly on the bed below, her long tan legs kicking out and then drawing up again as though searching for some invisible lover to draw inside them. She was completely out of control and he knew that nothing he did now would matter. She would accept any degradation his suddenly freed mind would force on her to quell the fire that was raging unchecked in her cock-hungry vagina.
There was one more thing the sexually maddened man wanted to do before he fucked her.
His eyes locked on her full, sensuous lips, still muttering nothings out into the air from the pressure of her tortured need. They were wet and gleaming from her tongue swirling around them as she lay suffering beneath him in unfulfilled desire. He wanted to shove his lust-hardened cock in between them, and he shuddered as the mere thought of that warm moist cavern closing around his penis caused it to jerk and almost ejaculate where it lay between her breasts.
Chuck moved up a little so that his knees were on either side of Vera's wife's neck, and his long cock throbbed out directly over her face, presenting her glazed eyes with a view of the pulsating sperm-filled ridge running beneath it. His cum-filled testicles lay gently against her moistened chin. He sat still for a moment, feeling the soft warm mounds of her breasts squashed down beneath his buttocks. He did not move, in order to give her time to adjust to the change in position. He wanted to take it very slowly, not knowing whether or not she would object to what he was going to do, and he wanted her body mad with desire so that he could have his complete will with her, so that he could debase his friend's wife in any way he saw fit.
At that very moment as he crouched above Joyce Summers on the bed, Chuck knew he had waited long enough. He placed both his hands gently down behind her head and lifted it up off the bed, bending her neck toward him so that her face and mouth were poised directly in front of the palpitating head of his cock. He pushed forward slightly, his naked buttocks rolling on the mountainous cushion of her breasts behind until the lust-swollen tip of his eagerly jerking penis was pressed between her slightly open lips.
He groaned as he felt the soft lip stick painted surfaces brush gently against the sensitive skin of his swollen cock-head. He didn't know what was making him do this depraved thing, something he'd never let his own wife do to him. Was it the sight of those full, red, lust-inviting lips? Was it Joyce's air of experienced debauchery? Chuck didn't know. All he knew was that he had to do this.
Her sudden accepting movement caught him by surprise, and he watched with unbelieving delight as the tight rounded ovals of her mouth closed over the painfully stretched skin of his cock. It seemed beyond his wildest dreams.
Joyce started using her tongue, slowly at first, and he could feel it swiping around him, causing his cock to jerk like something alive inside her mouth. Her lips were soft and smooth and clasped tightly to him in a close elastic ring, driving him wilder with their insistent pressure. With pained intensity he could feel them moving down his penis as she took as much of his pulsating hardness as she could in her mouth, surrounding him maddeningly with the moist warmth of her saliva and the tender flesh of her tongue. He placed his hands on either side of her hollowing cheeks and pressed inwards to add to the excruciating pleasure.
His brunette seductress then began to suck him with a moist nibbling pressure and her tongue licked and curled around him as though she had done this a thousand times before, all the hunger burning deep in her wetly throbbing vagina now concentrated in one great gust of sensation in her mouth. He groaned incoherently above her flailing head and pushed his hands tighter against her cheeks. He wanted her to make him cum, and he wanted to make her swallow it so that she would know later that he had bent her completely to his will, that he had dominated her, subjugated her.
He fucked his cock in and out of the near-round hole formed by her sensuously full lips and rolled his buttocks around on her soft, yielding breasts as though he were attempting to crush them down into her chest. Watching wild-eyed from above, he saw his wetly glistening flesh disappear into her clasping lips as though they were the lips of another hungrily nibbling cunt. He could feel all of himself, every nerve he possessed, pulsating and throbbing between her lips and into the moist cavity of her saliva-filled mouth.
His loins were growing hot, and he was sweating between his legs, and still she sucked, keeping his long thick cock a willing prisoner in her mouth, burying her face in his loins until he knew it was the end. The pressure building in his balls slapping against her chin as she worked in her passion was excruciating, unbearable, and his cock seemed to lengthen and inflate beyond anything it had ever done before.
And then suddenly there was a jerking in his loins and nothing in the world could have stopped the white-hot liquid flow that was rushing like a waterfall up from his aching balls and out the tip of his spasming penis. Gripping Vern's wife's head tight between his hands, he shoved his ejaculating cock deep into her throat. She groaned beneath him as the first needle-thin spurt of fiery male cum flooded into the back of her mouth, filling the warm, moist cavity, bloating and stretching her cheeks until they almost burst. Her throat worked gluttonously, swallowing and sputtering to keep from choking on the heated white semen as he emptied his balls relentlessly into the depths of her mouth.
Chuck's body quivered above her as he felt the last of his orgasm drained from his now rapidly deflating penis. Momentarily exhausted, he had to brace himself with his hands tangled in her long, dark hair to keep himself from falling to the side of the bed. He started to lift himself from her, but to his amazement, she would not let his deflated member escape from her lips. She continued to suck gently, undulating her buttocks behind him down into the bed and rubbing her legs hungrily together as he watched with disbelief the thin obscene trails of white cum running down from the corners of her mouth to her neck below. He had never felt anything like it, and it seemed as if he had been completely drained of all the strength and desire he possessed.
Then, miraculously, as Joyce continued to suck and nibble at his deflated cock, it began to thicken again in the soft slippery warmth of her mouth. She licked it and bit it gently, seeming to take delight in her power to bring it to life again after its cataclysmic collapse.
When it had grown to full size once more after he had thought he could never cum again as long as he lived, the naked coach felt desire rekindle in his loins. Joyce continued to nibble for a moment longer, swiping her slippery tongue around and around and around it until she was certain that his rigidly pulsing penis was restored to its full length and power and then she let her head fall back heavily onto the bed. The rejuvenated cock slipped wetly from her mouth, a thin lewd string of semen still connecting it to her wetly parted lips.
Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him through smoky, desire-ridden pupils for a moment and then pleaded in a desperate whisper, "Fuck me."
Chuck wasted no time as he lifted his buttocks from the lust-inciting brunette's squashed breasts and moved down over the naked length of her body. He came to rest directly between her already open thighs and reached down between them to complete the adulterous connection. She was ready and there was no need to prepare her now. He could feel the hot, desire-moistened opening of her cunt throbbing in desperate anticipation as he guided his thick rigid cock straight into her gaping pussy.
He paused for a moment to part the sparse dark pubic hair with the head of his penis, and then with one long smooth stroke he rammed it into her all the way up to her cervix. There was not the slightest resistance, she was so prepared, and he could feel the smooth wet walls of her cunt clamping around his cock so moistly and firmly it almost made him cum again right then.
"Ooooooh," Vern's wife moaned beneath him, and he felt her entire insides flowering open to receive him deep in her devouring womb. She was groaning and murmuring incoherently now as he began to fuck viciously into her, gritting his teeth with desire. Her body followed him and began to move in wild abandoned jerks beneath him.
"Oooooh, God! Ooooooh, God! So good, so good!" Joyce groaned as if in anguish, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling his muscular chest into the soft whiteness of her breasts.
He plunged his long blood-engorged cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the warm soft cavern of her cunt, feeling the whole of her belly spreading open before his lust-driven onslaught as though she had never been fucked before in her life.
Her body jerked and twisted, and she moaned incessantly, her face contorted in ecstatic passion. Her mouth moved ceaselessly and her nostrils flared in the untamed animal desire that had taken hold of her body as if it were writhing in the throes of a fit. Her forehead was covered with a light coat of glistening sweat that had broken out below her disheveled dark hair. There was nothing that could stop her wild race for fulfillment now, and he fucked like a madman to give it to her.
"Oooooh, God! Yes, yes!" she cried up into the Hoffman's bedroom as he slithered his strong, sinewy hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her buttocks and cupped them tightly, raising them up off the bed for greater access to her open and pleading loins.
He fucked down into her from that position with all the strength of his hips and thighs, feeling the smooth raw flesh of her cunt clasping and unclasping like a heartbeat all around his bursting hot cock. He rammed into her from the tips of his toes and rammed the last inch of his swollen hard cock thundering up her vagina, bringing a new ecstatic moaning from her lips that resounded through the room like the cry of a wounded and dying animal. Her nostrils flared again and her eyes, open wide, gazed glassy-eyed and unseeing up into the dim light, a wild and unsatiated desire burning lustfully in them.
Chuck pulled his head back so that he could watch her face. It was something that he didn't want to miss, the sudden and complete surrender of her whole being to him. She was twisting and writhing beneath him, unable to control at all her wild desire to be fucked and used in the most humiliating fashion by a man she hardly knew, a man several years younger than herself. Her face was wildly contorted with passion and her lips bared back tightly over her teeth while greater and more desperate sounds came streaming from deep in her savagely heaving chest.
Her arms which had been wrapped tightly around his neck, her nails clawing desperately into his back, slithered down now and dug demonically into his muscular thrusting buttocks as they pounded down into her open and unprotected loins.
Obscene wet smacking noises resounded throughout the bedroom with each cruel pile-driving lunge he made into her. Chuck ran his hands from the smooth hollowing cheeks of Joyce's buttocks down to her thighs and between them to the soft, passion-soaked pubic hair surrounding her cock-filled cunt. He wanted to feel the clinging fleshy lips which held and throbbed around his lust-swollen hardness like a tight rubbery mouth. The entire area of her loins was running with moisture which overflowed in a white stream down the wide-split crevice between her nakedly pumping ass-cheeks.
Her body was slippery from the sweat of her wild untamed gyrations, and her head flailed uncontrollably back and forth on the perspiration-soaked cheeks beneath them. Her mouth was wide open in ecstatic abandon. She had become something crazed and inhuman as she twisted and churned, spreading her legs wide apart and jerking them up to her shoulders, urging him on.
"Oh, oh, deeper, harder, Chuck. Fuck me, fuck me harder," she begged, gasping as if she were close to death. She was nearing her orgasm and swung her full, firm thighs up and wound them around his back, churning her ass-cheeks in uncontrolled abandon from side to side and spiraling her wetly clasping cunt up and down crazily on his rock-hard shaft of male flesh.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Joyce suddenly squealed with a high-pitched gasp of intense passion, locking her ankles in a death grip high up behind his laboring back. At the same time her arms snaked up tightly around his neck, and she smashed her open mouth to his where he could still taste the pungent flavor of his sperm that had spurted into her throat such a short time ago. Her body arched, and she held tight to him, not moving but quivering and jerking around him in a pulsating rhythm that spewed her orgasmic fluid out around his still hard-driving cock and down her wide-split nether crevice, soaking his sperm-bloated balls as they slapped hard into her tiny, puckered anus.
Though he had been sucked dry a few short minutes ago, the wildness of Joyce's orgasm had started a slow aching pressure deep within his balls again, and he gripped the cheeks of her still rotating buttocks and squeezed with a crushing strength, feeling her cringe as great gasps of passion began spewing from his own throat.
"Unh, unh, unh," he grunted and groaned and increased the viciousness of his strokes so that his pelvis smacked like a wooden paddle hard against the swollen pink flanges of her cunt and his hardened cock dipped deep up into the far hidden recesses of her pulsating belly.
He felt himself cumming, and throwing his hands down behind her knees, he shoved her trembling thighs up over her shoulders and ground as far down into her open and yielding cunt as he could go, bringing groans of left-over passion from her lips still locked tightly to his. Her arms still clasped him in a vise-like grip. The ache in his balls was unbearable, and he knew he had to cum right now!
He gasped into the moistness of her mouth, felt the bursting of his loins, heard her whimpering cry of pleasure, felt the tightening of her arms around his neck then with a deep soul shattering groan that went on and on into her mouth, he exploded inside her, shooting his hot liquid sperm deep down into the drowning depths of her open and receptive womb.
They lay still then, locked in the lewd embrace of forbidden love seemingly forever, their limbs twined together. Then he rolled off her sweat-soaked body, his penis slithering from her cum-drenched vagina with a wet, sucking hiss. Her chest was still heaving from the effort of their final orgasm.
Neither said anything. Indeed, he would not have been able to find any coherent words. The dazed, lonely man knew that some new part of his life had opened up when he had decided to fuck this beautiful woman who had been begging him for it. And he knew he would fuck her again. A nagging image of his pretty blonde wife floated through Chuck's exhausted mind for a moment, but he quickly pushed it out. He sensed he would have plenty of chances to forget about Debbie from now on.
CHAPTER FIVE
On the other side of town, Amantha Siddons slouched in the chair, her fingers caressing her vagina as she muttered Brent's name obscenely. She had been more sexually aroused by this handsome teenager than she had ever been by a male, and now, she stopped fingering her wetly palpitating pussy and tried to analyze her strange feelings about him.
The beautiful blonde teacher wondered if he were a virgin. Immediately, the image of the sexy little flirt, Cathy Musgrave, flashed before her eyes. She wondered if Brent had ever dated her, possibly made love to her? The thought disgusted her. She somehow felt as if Brent Turnbull had saved himself for that "special" girl, and Amantha wanted desperately to be the one who would give him his first sexually complete experience.
Amantha got up; she was trembling with her need for sexual relief. She hurried into the bedroom and quickly stripped to the skin, throwing back the covers and lying on her back, but without pulling the bedclothes over her.
Her mind was filled with the sight and the feel of Brent's magnificent young cock. Her hands went to her breasts and her fingers pinched and rolled the nipple of each as she wildly moved her hips in a circular motion so that a slight friction was created within her hungrily throbbing cunt.
She massaged and kneaded her naked breasts and nipples, then, finally unable to ignore her steaming vaginal passage any longer, spread her legs even wider and caressed her cock-hungry pussy with both her hands.
The naked young teacher fondled and manipulated her elusive clitoris with the thumb and forefinger of her left hand as she shoved two outstretched fingers of her right hand deep inside her hotly pulsating vagina. She moved her fingers about rapidly, tryint to touch every erotically tingling bit of flesh.
"Oh, God, I wish I had Brent's big thrilling cock!" She said aloud, gasping for breath. "I need it so bad...I need him so bad...I need him to fuck me!"
Using the four-letter word brought her to a new peak of arousal, and she lay there, using both hands to finger herself to climax, mouthing over and over, "Oh, Brent...fuck me! I want you to fuck me!"
She undulated her rounded ass-cheeks in slow, sensuous circles on the mattress, her desire-drenched cunt burning with a terrible impatience, her body surging upward in a series of jerks as, with a loud moan of release, she reached orgasm!
The young blonde fell back, her emotions exhausted, her breath coming in heavy sighs of relief, but it was only a make-believe relief, she knew. It was Brent she had to have for full, complete sexual satisfaction. She had to!
Why did she suffer this deep guilt, whenever she thought of Brent putting his wonderful cock in her pussy? After all, she reasoned, he must want it also, and she felt far more than just sexual desire for him. She almost felt that she was in love with the boy, in spite of the difference in their ages.
Her hands wandered again to her cuntal valley, and her fingers probed inside, gently arousing her clitoris and causing her eyes to glaze with pleasure, but then she suddenly drew them away, rolling onto her side and groaning into the pillow in frustration.
Why had she been brainwashed by her parents into thinking that sex belonged only in marriage, and that to all others, it became dirty and sinful? Amantha knew that it could be the most pleasurable sensation in the world, and that marriage had nothing to do with its fulfilling wonder.
She lay on her bed a long time, contemplating what she had to make happen the next night, when Brent came for another brush-up session, and when she drifted into sleep, it was to quickly enter a wonderful world of fantastic wonder, where she and Brent romped naked in a beautiful field of flowers, toward a huge, wonderful bed that seemed to be made of fleecy clouds.
* * *
A few blocks distant, Coach Charlie Hoffman was also mentally going over his sex life. Joyce Summers had been really something especially compared to the cheap lays he had been used to for so long. Yet, she left something lacking in Chuck's fulfillment.
Maybe it was her matter-of-factness, as if she had just needed his big thick cock up inside her for kicks. Vern's wife had been little warmer than Hoffman surmised a high-priced call girl would be. She lacked his mind groped for the word freshness that was it! The innocence of the first-time sex with a man, and that was what she hadn't shown because to Joyce, sex obviously had become ordinary, just a routine pleasure, like eating a good steak.
Hoffman's mind wandered from the football plays he had started to diagram. He couldn't completely put from his mind the fresh young pussy that Cathy was constantly showing him--in class, in the bleachers at practice and he wondered if he was just being a "dirty old man" in his thoughts about her. Or was she really interested in him sexually?
Fresh. Innocent. The words stuck in his mind, yet he couldn't quite make them fit the sexy little girl with the woman's body, and the eyes of a seductress.
He wondered if Buzz was making it with her? Word got around at school that she was putting out, but so far, he hadn't heard that Cathy Musgrave was spreading her legs for the football heroes.
He made up his mind that he was going to keep an open mind about Cathy, and if she let him know one more time that she was open for a sexual pass, he'd make it. It would be risky, he knew, but the teasing little teenager might be worth it.
He went back to his work, but had been engaged in thought only a moment or so when the doorbell chimed. He opened it in annoyance at being disturbed, but his eyes widened in wonder at the coincidence of his thoughts with his visitor. It was Cathy Musgrave!
"May I come in, Coach Hoffman," Cathy asked politely, flashing that cute, flirty smile.
"Why...yes, I guess so." Chuck Hoffman felt flustered. He wanted this young girl's lush body, but he wasn't prepared to play games with her tonight. "...I...I'm a little busy, though..." he said lamely, holding the door and beckoning her inside, his eyes drawn to her pert breasts, and to her seductively undulating ass-cheeks under her short skirt as she walked past him.
Cathy turned and faced him with a saucy smile. She stood with her hips tilted, hands on her hips, so that her pelvic area pushed out against her tight skirt. Chuck could also see clearly that she wore no brassiere beneath her tight sweater, for the nipples of her proud young breasts were clearly distinguishable.
"I suppose you're wondering why I came, aren't you?" Cathy asked, eying him boldly from head to foot. He wondered if she could see the slight bulge of his burgeoning erection, and he reddened suddenly, taking his eyes from her and walking toward a chair.
"Sit down, Cathy," Hoffman said nervously. "Sit down." He motioned to the couch and as she sat down, Cathy Musgrave assumed the same spread-legged pose that she so often did in class. A quick glance revealed to Chuck that she wore no panties, and he broke out in a sweat as his cock leaped jerkily, getting stiffer with each passing second at the sight of her succulent, hair-lined little cunt just there for taking.
"I guess you know about the trouble I had in Miss Siddon's English class. She's not fair. She won't even give me a chance to make up homework and class assignments I've missed, but she spends nights with that sissy, Brent Turnbull! I don't think that's fair. And she isn't trying to help Buzz, either!" Cathy grew vehement as she spoke, gesturing angrily, spreading her legs wider, making Hoffman cover the bulge of his now fully erected cock.
"I just wonder how long she thinks she's going to run people's lives that way? Can't you help Buzz, Mr. Hoffman and..." Cathy smiled archly, "...and maybe me?"
Hoffman was in agony with his need to tear the clothes off this luscious young sexpot, but he couldn't bring himself to even move. If she didn't quit flashing that desirable little cunt at him, he'd cum in his pants!
Cathy got up and walked over to stand in front of him. A sly smile curved her full lips, and devilment flashed in her eyes. Hoffman blushed as he saw her eyes fasten on the outline of his long stiffened penis through his pants.
"If you'll try to help me with old Siddons, maybe I could help you!" She said it boldly, eyeing his trousers and there could be no mistaking her meaning.
But in case he didn't get her meaning, or respond as she wanted him to, Cathy leaned over and without warning pulled down the zipper of his pants. Her fingers wormed around inside his shorts before taking out his thick rigid cock. As the stunned older man sat there in shock, the curvaceous teenager began to stroke it! She bent over and put her lips close to the gasping ones of Chuck Hoffman, her tongue tip showing teasingly, then she quickly kissed him, letting her tongue flick in and out of his receptive mouth like lightning strokes.
She broke the kiss, and gasped, "Want me to help you, Mr. Hoffman?"
He could stand no more, Chuck reached out and ran his hands up underneath her dress, clutching the smooth rounded mounds of her buttocks in his hands, his nails digging deep into her firm young flesh as he pulled her closer. A second later, he was kissing the soft flesh of her stomach, his face quickly moving downward so that his mouth was buried in the auburn-colored pussy hair that surrounded her warmly perfumed cunt.
The smell of it drove him crazy, and he began to lick her fevered vaginal lips, his tongue darting into contact her already erect little clitoris.
"Mmmmm," Cathy moaned, shoving her wetly throbbing pussy hard into his mouth, and at the same time pulling hiss head closer as her fingers tangled in his thick, curly dark hair. "I've wanted you to do that, Coach Hoffman to suck my cunt...since the first time I saw you look at me. It's so good...soooo good..." She broke off in a series of grunting gasps of sheer pleasure as his tongue returned to her clitoris and massaged it roughly.
She drew back suddenly, peeling off her sweater and quickly unzipping her skirt, letting the garments fall to the floor.
Hoffman gaped in awe at the beauty of her ripe young body. Her nakedly quivering breasts were perfectly shaped, tilted upward pertly. She had slim hips and finely-shaped thighs and a flat stomach, and the reddish vee of pubic hair did not hide the enticingly damp lips of her cunt.
He gasped as she walked over quickly, bent over and tugged at his pants. He stood up and she eagerly pulled them off, her face close to his rigid, erect cock. As the teenage redhead straightened up slowly, she grasped his long thick penis in her hand and quickly slid the lust-swollen head of it in her saliva-filled mouth, sucking hard.
Then, as if teasing him, she giggled and stood upright.
That made Hoffman jump and groan in frustration. Grinning, Cathy walked quickly to the couch and lay down on her back, her legs spread to reveal her inner cunt clearly to his lewd gaze. The older teacher walked over, almost in a daze at the shock waves of pleasure that swept over his entire body at the sight of the beautiful fourteen year old waiting for him to fuck her.
But he was so inflamed with lust by her sudden mouthing of his rigidly throbbing cock that he stopped beside the couch, holding his stiffened organ in his hand, his eyes glowing with passion as he held it close to her face.
"Please..." It was all he had to say. The redheaded girl pulled him closer to her, raised up and took his pulsating shaft into her soft wet mouth, letting it slide deep into her throat. Jesus! It was obvious the girl had done this before. Lots of times! She squirmed around so she was sitting up, and Hoffman moved in closer, putting his hands on her auburn hair, pulling her head even closer, as he countered her bobbing head with the back and forth motion of his ass-cheeks, fucking in and out of her hot young mouth. Then, without warning, his climax was suddenly upon him.
He surprised her by the quickness of his orgasm, but Cathy continued to suck and lick his wildly jerking cock, swallowing all his cum as if fearful that he would go soft if she let his ejaculating shaft leave her mouth. Less than a minute after he had cum, his long thick penis was growing hard again under the ministrations of her mouth and tongue.
Hoffman reluctantly took his erected instrument from her ovaled mouth and pushed the naked teenager back down on her back. Then, stroking his manhood to keep it stiff, he knelt between her widespread legs and slowly inserted his pulsing cock up into her hot little cunt.
Cathy gasped as it went in deep, thinking with lewd pleasure how much bigger and more satisfying it was than Buzz's cock and the girls called Buzz "horsecock". Oh wow! And Hoffman was more sure of himself than Buzz and the other teenage boys. He knew how to thrill a woman with his moves, and as he lowered his weight down upon her, he reached beneath her and began to massage her excitedly quivering loins with his outstretched middle finger, sending shivers of lewd delight over her body.
With his other hand, Hoffman was playing with the nipple of her breast, pinching it, rolling it between his fingers, and kneading her entire breast with his hand.
Cathy had the feeling that Coach Hoffman wanted her to enjoy this fuck as much as he seemed to, and it turned her on even more to think that a grown, rugged, handsome man like him would find her so pleasing. It was one thing to tease Buzz into fucking her, but quite another accomplishment to bed a grown man! Oh God!
It felt as if he were scraping against every nerve-ending in her hotly quivering cunt. Wow! He was bringing her on so fast...so fast!
As the pace speeded up, the only sounds were the moans and gasps of the pair, and the sound of naked flesh slapping against flesh as Hoffman's body rose and fell in rhythmic movements, driving his long thick shaft deeper and deeper into Cathy Musgrave's wetly clasping cunt.
Then the nakedly thrashing teenage girl stiffened suddenly and screamed, "Oh, oh...I'm cumming...oh, fuck me...fuck me..." and her lower body launched into a series of spasmodic jerks that served to help the older man reach his own peak.
He knew, as he felt his heated sperm flooding her convulsing little cunt, that she was already experiencing a second orgasm, and as he finished, he sensed that she was getting a third.
He slumped on her body, kissing her laxly open mouth, stroking her warm young body, feeling his wet cock going soft, and wishing he could keep it hard all night for this hot little fuck!
His body was numb from the sensuous flood that had swept over it so many times in a few short moments. He rose and walked to a small home bar in the corner of the living room, shaking his head in appreciation of the sexual perfection of the young girl who lay still on his couch, her legs lewdly spread, languidly bathing in the afterglow of her own orgasms.
Hoffman poured himself a brandy, downing it in one gulp, standing and staring at the hot-blooded girl who stared boldly at his sagging cock.
"Quitting already, Coach?" Cathy taunted, pointing to his limp penis, smiling devilishly.
Hoffman walked over and grinned down at her. "I'm not that old, baby," he laughed. "Especially if you want to get me hard again, like you did before." He took his flaccid cock and offered it to her smiling mouth.
Cathy sat up, then stood up. "You lie down and let me work on you good."
Chuck complied, filled with wonder at the native expertise she showed in sex. But she surprised him by crawling on his body with her head at his cock, while she straddled his face, offering him her hair-lined vaginal furrow to lick and suck! As he looked into the musk-scented slit, animal lust took hold of him. He reached up and cupped her naked ass-cheeks savagely, pulling her sweet little cunt down on his mouth, digging deeply with his tongue, nibbling at her dancing clitoris and biting it with gentle nips, sucking and moaning with unrestrained enjoyment.
Cathy's soft warm mouth closed over the older man's deflated cock, her head bobbing up and down rapidly as she tongued and hungrily sucked it, her teeth scraping along it's sensitive shaft.
They thrashed about in lewd delight, unaware of anything in the world except the waves of sensual joy that was engulfing their entire beings.
Hoffman didn't know how many times Cathy came, and he didn't care. He was insatiable for her warmly quivering pussy, and only after her greedily sucking mouth had brought him to orgasm again did he relax.
She sensed that he was exhausted, and let his lifeless penis slip from her cum-smeared mouth as she got up, stumbling over to a chair and falling wearily into it.
"That'll teach me to be smart!" Cathy grinned at him. "Man, you're really with it, Coach!"
Hoffman sat, pleased at the compliment to his virility. "Any man you couldn't turn on has to be dead," he laughed. He walked over and pulled his pants on, tossing her skirt and sweater to her.
"I don't want you to get into trouble at home, Cathy. I want a lot more of you, so you'd better go before it gets too late."
As she pulled her sweater on, then her skirt, she looked coyly at him and asked, "Can you do anything with that bitch, Siddons?"
Hoffman's face clouded as he remembered that his success with this year's team was being threatened by the cold-assed prig.
"I'll take care of her," he said angrily. "What she probably needs is a good stiff prick up her ass!"
Cathy found this funny. She giggled, "Gee, do you think you could manage that?"
Chuck grinned sheepishly, stepped close and caught her in his arms, kissing her lightly. "Just leave her to old Chuck." He said, pushing her toward the door.
She waved happily and left. Hoffman stood leaning against the closed door, thinking over what he might be letting himself in for, messing around with a hunk of jailbait like Cathy. She couldn't be more than fourteen, but God, how she could suck and fuck a man!
But right now, he had more urgent problems, the main one involving Amantha Siddons and two of his best players and, in a much more personal way involving Cathy Musgrave. He didn't want her flunking, and her parents possibly putting her into a different school. Not now. Not after tonight!
CHAPTER SIX
Amantha Siddons whirled about in front of her large dresser mirror, satisfied that she looked her most attractive. She shook her head as she realized how excited she was at the thought of the handsome teenage youth, Brent Turnbull, soon being in her apartment again.
She had battled with herself for long hours, and had finally decided that what would happen would depend entirely on Brent. She would make no wanton advances like she had before; but on the other hand, if the boy made it known that he wanted to, she would go all the way, as far as he wanted.
She thought that he looked exceptionally well-groomed when he appeared promptly at seven. For a brief instant as they faced one another at the door their eyes locked, each seeming to be searching the other's thoughts. But Amantha stepped back, holding the door, smiling politely.
"I studied hard on those exercises you marked in the books, Miss Siddons," Brent said enthusiastically as he walked to the table where she had papers and pen laid out for him, and a printed questionnaire.
"Any questions before you begin?" She asked, trying not to smother him with too much attention.
He shook his head confidently, his boyish teeth flashing her a bright smile. "Nope. I really did cram. I want to pass English, and not just for the football playing part. I don't want to be a dummy. I'm figuring on college." He said the last proudly.
Amantha impulsively laid her hand on his arm. "You're not dumb, Brent!" she enthused. "You just got too carried away with some bad habits of others. You'll make it to college, and you'll make it in football. You can do anything you set your mind to!"
Brent sat at the table, and Amantha felt suddenly shut out as he studied the questions and began to write the answers on his paper.
"Would a little music bother you, if I keep the volume low, Brent?" She asked nervously.
"Oh, no!" He replied quickly. "I have my radio on most of the time I'm studying. I love music!"
She turned on her radio to a station which played a steady diet of classical and concert music. She sat in a nearby chair, nervously playing with her fingers, then her hair, fidgeting nervously from side to side. She tried to concentrate on the music, and avoid staring over at Brent, who seemed busily engaged in answering the questions she'd given him.
But as she looked at the handsome boy, she couldn't keep her mind from returning to the sight and the feel of his warmly pulsing penis, so hard, so manly, so desirable!
She felt the hot impatient tingling in her vagina, and she moved her buttocks so that she experienced a mild form of masturbation. Staring pointedly at a picture on the wall, the young blonde teacher deliberately attempted to shut Brent's memory out, but she couldn't. Without realizing what she was doing, her hand fell into her lap, and through her dress and panties she gently began to rub the wetly throbbing lips of her cunt with her fingers.
She didn't know how long she had been doing it before she became aware of Brent's gaze, but she suddenly reddened, knowing instinctively that he was watching her play with herself!
Guiltily she removed her hand and stole a glance at him. He was staring levelly at her, with a strange look on his face. Was it desire she saw there? Disgust?
Brent laid the pen down and stood up. She automatically looked at his crotch to see if he was getting hard. She wondered if he had been remembering the other night, when she had stroked his hard young penis until he came in her hand...the other night when she had almost succumbed to the overpowering urge to suck his big, beautiful cock!
She noticed that he was bulging slightly, but it obviously was not yet a full erection. Amantha felt a wave of weakness sweep over her. She couldn't keep feeling this lewd hunger for the boy's muscular body, even though she knew she must stay away from him.
He stood there, his face a question mark. She had to face this moment of truth, for her sake and for his.
She read desire, yet fear of rejection or humiliation in his eyes, and she, too, stood up, her face flaming as she tried to gather her wits.
"Are you ashamed about the other night?" Brent asked simply. "I hope not. I'm not I'm proud!"
Amantha walked toward him a step or two, then halted. She shook her head. She turned her back and said firmly, "Brent, what I did the other night was wrong--wrong for you. I'm a grown woman. Oh God! I should have had more self-control, had better sense!" She turned to face him and saw a stricken look cross his face.
"You're going to stop helping me? Send me away?" He took a step toward her, hands outstretched, but she moved back and he stopped.
"Brent, it was all wrong. I needed you, just for that moment. I used you! I'm just a sluttish, horny, lonely old maid schoolteacher, can't you see that?"
"What makes you think I didn't need you or that I don't need you more than ever right now? How could you know what I've gone through since then, remembering your hands...your eyes...wanting a lot more, but afraid to tell you?"
Her eyes grew wide at the desperation in his voice, the torment in his eyes as he stared at her helplessly.
"I...I...love you, Amantha...if you'll let me." He sounded so pitifully hurt, yet she thrilled at his first use of her given name as much as to his words. He was talking to her as a man talks to a woman, not as a student talks to his teacher.
She shook her head in confusion. "No, you don't understand, Brent. I don't feel love for you. All I really wanted was...oh, I don't know what I wanted! I just wanted to be a slut, and I was! You'd better go!"
She turned away again, stifling hysterical sobs that welled up inside her.
She felt his arms go around her waist, pinning her tightly to him, and the viciousness of his tone shocked her out of her near-hysteria.
"You wanted what I wanted! You wanted to feel my cock in your mouth, as much as I wanted to feel it there! You wanted me to play with your cunt, kiss it, lick it, then stick my cock up inside you so deep that it would make you scream! That's what you wanted...and that's what you still want! And that's what I want!"
He whirled her about and held her face in both hands as he kissed her savagely, hungrily, forcing her lips apart with his tongue, digging it in deeply until she had no will left to resist. She let herself go, hungrily sucking his tongue, pushing her into his mouth, conscious of his hands on her buttocks, pulling her cunt close to the hardened shaft of flesh beneath his pants.
She rolled her hips in simulation of fucking, and he moaned loudly, his hands working wildly on her quivering ass-cheeks.
Amantha broke the kiss, abandoning herself to the intolerable needs that were wracking her body. She unzipped her dress and let it fall, then almost frantically stripped off her panties and brassiere. She kicked off her shoes and stood wantonly before him, hands spread wide, proudly uplifted breasts jutting out challengingly.
"Yes! Yes! I did want all that!" she gasped in lewd hunger. "And yes...I want it even worse now!"
Brent was taking off his trousers, and he followed with his shorts and shirt. He took off his shoes and socks, and they faced each other naked.
His hot eyes were roving over her sensually ripened body, sending thrills of anticipation over his solid frame and into every nerve ending of his skin! "I...I...I've never seen a woman as beautiful as you..." he choked. "God, you're so beautiful.. . "
Amantha took his hand and led him into the bedroom, her eyes distracted by the sight of his bobbing, stiffened penis as he walked beside her.
She lay down on the bed, eyeing his muscular young body hungrily. He was in a state of numbness from the sight of her obscenely spread legs, her beautiful, hair-lined cunt, her hard-nippled breasts jutting up so firmly, inviting him into a sex heaven he'd only dreamed of.
And her face...her eyes were glazed with passion, her nostrils flaring, her lips opened, waiting...
Her lips! Brent's eyes fastened on her wetly parted lips and he recalled the hundreds of times since she had masturbated him that he had wondered how those full sensuous lips would feel tightened around his cock!
He took his virilely pulsing penis in his hand, stroking it slowly as his naked blonde teacher watched in fascination. He crawled on the bed beside her, his desire-stiffened cock held close to her face.
Amantha wanted to reach out and touch it, to take its warm hardness in her mouth, to suck on it until it spurted his fresh young seed down her throat!
"I want your mouth," Brent said in a husky voice, undulating his hips in a universal pleading to be sucked as he stroked the mass of her hair. "Your soft mouth."
He heard her sigh, almost moan, and knew he had brought her to the next step. He reached down to stroke her sensually naked body and cupped her ripened breast, lightly pinching the rising nipple. Slowly she raised her head and turned to look directly into the dark pools of his eyes. For a long moment she was immobile and then she moved to kneel above him, slowly pumping his cock, making the fleshy rod grow. The pink tip of her tongue slid over her parted lips, wetting them.
I can't, she thought to herself. It's unnatural. I just can't do it. But I want to! Beneath her, his limber young body moved until her entire vision was filled with the deep-reddish roundness of his cock-head, swelling as her urgent fingers clenched tightly around the tree-like staff that ended in a curling dark mass of pubic hair, with his heavy balls below. She looked up into his eyes and realized how much the handsome teenager wanted her to do this. Sighing, she brushed her hair back from her face and bent over his loins. Only a fraction of an inch separated the soft wetness of her full parted lips from the rubbery round tip of his cock. She could feel the heat of his loins, and she steeled herself.
And then she lifted her head, mumbling, "Darling, I can't!"
"Touch me with the tip of your tongue," the boy said in a soft, compelling voice as his fingers deftly cupped her face and drew her head downward. "Just kiss it for a minute."
Moaning, Amantha allowed her head to be guided until her flaring lips came in light contact with his heatedly pulsing cock-head. Of its own volition, her tongue seemed to spear out and lick at the salty-sweet droplet of moisture. The taste was electrifying! Spearing her tongue into the tiny hole, she sought more. And then without realizing what she was doing, the flat of her tongue was swirling around the soft, resilient warmth of his cock-head, licking furiously at the ridge of the glans.
"Now lick down and up the underside," he hissed.
In blind obedience, the young blonde teacher took his throbbing young penis in her hand like an ear of corn and began to lick and nibble up and down its length, the tip of her tongue fluttering. It was as if she had done this many times before. She could smell the rich man-scent of his genitals, and impulsively she covered his sperm-filled balls with kisses, sucking first one and then the other into her salivating mouth. She shifted on the bed, straddling his right leg until she felt his hard thigh muscle rubbing gloriously on the sensitive outer lips of her pussy. His long hard cock was glistening now with her saliva as she moved her mouth upward a final time and then poised with her sensuously ovaled lips touching the tip. She looked up at him with her deep violet eyes and then felt his hands tangling in her mass of blonde hair, holding her head immobile as he slowly thrust his loins upward.
At the last instant she tried to compress her lips, close her jaws, but the pressure was relentless, and she yielded, letting her mouth fall open in warm invitation. She felt the huge intrusion of his mushroom-shaped cock-head pressing in, making contact with her tongue, unnaturally massive in her saliva-filled mouth. Steadily his hands were pushing her head down, lower and lower toward his curly triangle of pubic hair. She gulped and her nostrils flared as she fought for breath. She could feel the thick, hot staff slowly disappearing into her gaping mouth, feel the rigid warmth of it going in and in and in, until the smooth head pressed the back of her mouth, almost making her choke. And then deeper, all the way into her straining throat until she had absorbed all of his pulsating thickness.
"Ohhhhhh, you've got a beautiful soft mouth," Brent whispered, jerking his pelvis upward. "Keep your lips over your teeth and work your tongue around me."
"Ummmmmmmmm..." Amantha moaned, trying to obey. She gulped for air. It felt as if her jaws were stretched to the breaking point, her inexperienced mouth was so filled. Beneath her, Brent began to slowly raise and lower his hips, and his urgent fucking rhythm told her what she must do. With her tongue swirling along the underside of his hotly pulsating cock, she began to steadily bob her head up and down. She found this was better. She could gulp for air on the out-stroke, as she drew her tightly ovaled lips upward until only his bulbous cock-head remained between them. Her cheeks hollowed and ballooned alternately as the thick rod of male flesh slid in and out of her devouring mouth. She began to suck, lightly at first, and then with more intensity as she was caught up in the carnal excitement of the act which was so new and suddenly exciting to her. Holding the base of his penis with thumb and forefinger, she began to expertly aim the throbbing staff so that it slid deeper and deeper into her throat, excitement as the vision of the lewd spectacle she must present filled her mind. Her fingers teased his swelling testicles, and she knew that in time they would erupt in her mouth and she wanted them to! In her belly, she felt her own awakening, and wondered if she could cum herself while she was sucking him!
"Eat me, baby," the boy gasped. "Suck me dry!"
The now-insatiable Amantha needed no urging. She moaned and twisted her hungrily sucking mouth around his virile shaft of hardened flesh, and was carried away to the point where she bit down hard enough to make Brent cry out and grab her head, stilling its wild up-and-down motion until she was in control of her passion again. She tossed her head from side to side as her lust-contorted lips slurped wetly up and down, trying to get his penis deeper and deeper into her spasming throat. From a great distance, she heard him moaning and sensed he was on the verge of cumming even before his pistoning cock thickened and swelled so she could barely encircle it with her tightly-clasping lips. She felt him buck furiously up toward her diving face as her hair sprayed wildly over his jerking loins. And then his hands were holding her head tight while he fucked without mercy into her soft rounded lips.
The first hot spurt of cum almost choked the hungrily sucking teacher as it gushed against the roof of her mouth and then down over her tonsils even as his wildly jerking cock plowed deep into her throat. Her cheeks hollowed and bloated as she tried to swallow fast enough to keep up with his cumming. She had never realized there could be so much! Despite her eagerness to devour him, thick strings of white-hot sperm escaped the corners of her widely-distended mouth, trailing down into his dark pubic hair. The life-creating fluid burned her throat, salty and pungent yet she was relentless in her sucking. Voraciously her lips kept at the spurting cock until finally there was no more and it softened under the passionate lashing of her tongue. Sighing she collapsed, exhausted over his sweating, depleted loins, her fingers still rolling his spent balls while the pink tip of her searching tongue found the last droplets of cum in the curly forest of his pubic hair and avidly consumed them. Her mouth was full of the rich flavor of his semen, her passion-swollen lips glistening with it, when she slowly raised her flushed face.
Brent Turnbull drew her up to him and kissed her full on the mouth, tasting himself on her spearing tongue as she moaned and pressed her nakedly trembling body against his. Damn, he told himself, this sweet bitch really turns on all different ways...have I got me something to play with!
Sighing with pleasure, Amantha lay in the handsome teenage boy's arms. She knew she should be feeling overwhelming shame and remorse. Yet she felt beautiful, completed, with none of the regrets of the night when she had wantonly yielded all her scruples and simply masturbated him.
As they lay there, tangled in each others' arms and legs, their flesh still hot, their gasps slowing dying to a normal breathing pace, the immensity of what she had done began to penetrate Amantha's brain.
She was taking a fine young boy and making him nothing more than a sex toy for her own sluttish pleasure. There must be something rotten inside her to make her stoop to this gutter level. And she had tried to mask her own wanton needs under the guise of the word "love"!
Yet she didn't feel satisfied. She had sucked him off and yet there was still a deep, gnawing need for him inside her. Had it been Brent who had used her, actually? So far, all he had done for her was to kiss her mouth and play with her breasts!
She eyed his body, lying quietly beside her, as if in utter exhaustion. She noticed that his magnificent cock had shrunk to one-fifth the size it had been, and it lay limply on his thigh.
The hunger inside her grew, and she whispered to Brent, "Brent, darling...I need you. I want you. I want you inside me...I want to be fucked!" Her voice rose to a shrill pitch at the end, so desperately did she want this boy to take her roughly, savagely, to ravish her, fill her cunt with his lovely, big cock!
Brent shook his head wearily. "Not unless you can get it up for me, baby." Amantha detected a coldness, or disinterest that hadn't been there a few moments ago. Her mother's words came rushing back, taunting her. 'That's all any man wants," Her mother had snorted. "After they get it, they wipe their feet on you!"
Was Brent actually like that? She couldn't make herself believe it.
She reached for his cock, hoping to play with it until it grew rigid again, then suck it for a few seconds, arousing him to a point where he wanted to fuck her, as any man would, after a time.
He rose abruptly, heading for the living room. "I better get going," he flung over his shoulder brusquely.
"No!" Amantha screamed loudly, sitting up straight, her eyes wide with panic. "Brent...please...please don't leave me! I'll do anything...please!"
He paused just outside her bedroom door, a look of gloating victory contorting his handsome face.
"And we can forget the silly examinations?" He turned and stuck his head in, leering at her, wallowing in the feel of power that now consumed him.
"Yes...yes! Anything! Oh, Brent, don't do this to me...I need you so badly. I want you so much!"
Brent shrugged and walked back into the bedroom, standing beside the bed. He put his hands on his hips and thrust out his pelvis, his cock hanging limply.
"Okay, baby, then get busy!" His offhand, domineering tone shocked Amantha, but nothing could quell the awful desire that burned inside her to have this handsome boy fuck her! She reached out and took it in her hand, pulling gently on it to bring him closer.
He slowly knelt on the bed, straddling her face, and began to guide his soft cock into her full, ripe lips!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Buzz Newman was having a ball. He had a good lay waiting for him most anytime he wanted it, and in case Cathy did decide to balk, he would use the whip he had just recently discovered he had. Best of all, he could use the same whip on the football coach if he had to.
Coach Hoffman needed a good kick in the ass to make him do something about that Siddons. If somebody didn't put her in her place, she'd screw up the football team's chances. Not that Buzz cared about the team so much he wanted to get a college scholarship and then move on into the big money of pro football.
And Brent Turnbull needed a little shaking up, or he'd end up flunking. He'd talked a little about what Brent was gaining from studying all those nights and then going over and kissing old Siddons' ass for a few points in better marks.
Buzz felt that if they all made a stand, and maybe even went to the principal with their charges, Siddons would be slapped down and put in her place.
And now, he had to tell Brent about his finds. First, if he told Brent what a pushover Cathy Musgrave was, it might bring him back into the "buddy" position. Besides, the redhead was a hot little lay, and sooner or later, Brent would get around to her.
But most of all, Buzz wanted to tell Brent what he'd found out about Cathy and the coach.
Buzz had decided to drop in and get the details down on an intricate pass play the coach was working on. He had just turned the corner when, across the street, he had seen Cathy going up to the coach's front door. On a hunch, Buzz had stepped behind a hedge, watching until she had gone inside.
Waiting a few minutes, he had gone across the street and around to the side, where he knew a window gave a good view into the living room.
He had almost cum right there while watching the two of them making it, and he wondered if Cathy had been giving him just a line of shit when she pretended that she'd never had a cock as large as his before he got into her panties.
Actually, it was Cathy that was doing the pushing. He could tell that, even though he couldn't hear anything they were saying. It made Buzz angry at first, because his ego was punctured a bit, but as he was walking home, he realized that he had a potent weapon to use on both of them. If Cathy ever balked at fucking, he'd threaten to tell about the little sex session he'd witnessed. And, in a subtle way, he would also let Hoffman know that he'd better get with it, and not slack off in his methods of keeping Buzz on the team, even if old Siddons had put off Brent's session and had a date in the apartment. He was too curious to resist trying the doorknob, and he found it open. He opened the door cautiously, peering in stealthily. Seeing no one in the living room, he opened the door wider and finally, went in quickly.
He spotted the clothes on the floor, recognizing Brent's. A sly grin crossed his face. Son of a bitch! Old quiet, goody-goody Brent--making it with old cold-ass!
He heard Brent's voice clearly now, coming from the bedroom. He was saying harshly, in a husky voice, "Come on, baby, suck me good and hard if you want to have this big cock inside you."
Buzz crept closer to the bedroom door, hearing the slurping, snorting sounds that he knew meant that Miss Siddons was sucking Brent's cock! Brent was moaning with pleasure, and Buzz knew he had to see this!
The high school football player stood in the doorway, his mouth opening wide in stunned disbelief as he actually saw Brent Turnbull astride the face of Amantha Siddons, bracing himself up with his outstretched, muscular arms, while he fucked his wetly glistening cock in and out of the English teacher's hungrily sucking mouth.
Amantha was clutching the base of Brent's thick shaft with one hand while she massaged his balls with the other. Both were so rapt in sex excitement that they were totally unaware of anyone else's presence.
Buzz could tell by the quickening motions that Brent was about to shoot his cum into her mouth, and he watched with a rapidly stiffening cock as his friend came in the teacher's mouth! His cock grew even harder as he watched the woman swallowing the cum, licking every bit of Brent's cockhead, obviously enjoying it.
Buzz let his eyes roam over her nakedly voluptuous body, lingering on her wide open cunt that glistened with dampness as she writhed about, finishing the blow job on Brent, and obviously so excited that she was cumming herself without anyone even laying a finger on her pussy. Jesus!
As Brent crawled off the teacher's body, he spotted Buzz standing in the doorway, smirking at him.
"Nice going, buddy," Buzz said sarcastically. "I didn't think you had it in you."
"What the fuck you are doing here?" Brent snapped, angry and embarrassed.
"I came to get a good blow job!" Buzz said boldly.
Amantha had been staring at him with wide, frightened eyes, her hand covering her mouth, her face drained white.
At Buzz's last words, she rolled over, covering both her eyes with her hands, mumbling incoherently, "No...please . . .no!"
Buzz calmly unzipped his pants and took out his now fully erected cock. He shot a quick warning glance at his friend, who stepped aside, unsure of what he should do. Brent had lost all his former respect and most of his desire, for Amantha Siddons. After all, she was just a cheap slut a grown woman who couldn't get a grown man, but who used young boys for her sex kicks.
Buzz walked to the bed, waving his rigidly pulsating penis back and forth, grinning lewdly. He reached out and touched Amantha's hair, but she remained rigid, her body trembling slightly. Her mind was in a turmoil at the sudden and grotesque change of events.
Buzz was shaking her shoulder now, his voice growing harsher.
"Baby, open your eyes..." She turned in the direction of the voice and then drew in her breath sharply at what she saw. It was a huge and lust-hardened penis, only inches away from her mouth, the rubbery hard head hungrily pulsing, the long thick shaft quivering with palpitating passion! For a moment, the teacher stared at it as if mesmerized, and then her eyes slowly traveled upwards and saw Buzz staring down at her, his eyes dilated with lascivious desire, the tip of his tongue running wetly over his dry lips. Her startled gaze returned to the thickly throbbing member in front of her, drawn as though by magic to the boy's lust-bloated cock. It was like an entity in itself, with a life as real as hers, tremblingly alive and possessed of a lewd passion of its own.
"I want you to suck it, Siddons...I want you to suck my prick..." The dry rasped words etched themselves into her brain, instilling themselves on her consciousness. To suck his cock! She was reviewing things in a different light now. After all, she had just experienced something which she had always thought normal people didn't do, and yet she had not only succumbed, she had actually enjoyed it to the extent of climaxing intensely. Her ideas of right and wrong had dissolved that moment when she had recognized the beginnings of pleasure in her confusion-wracked body. Was it now the time to evaluate new values? The seconds ticked by, her brain grappling with her jumbled thoughts, when suddenly, before she had a chance to act, Buzz had forced his thickly blood-inflated member between her lips and was forcing it far back in her throat!
"Oh man..." he moaned as her soft warm lips closed automatically around his pulsating hardness, and her wet tongue came into searing contact with his palpitating male flesh. For a moment, she was stunned, taken completely off guard by Buzz's sudden movement, and then she discovered that it felt good! It actually felt good having his penis in her mouth...surprisingly good! Tentatively, she moved her ovaled lips up and down the rigid blood-filled length of it, her tongue dabbing cautiously at the burgeoning head. The softness of her lips contrasted strangely with the lust-engorged firmness of his young cock-shaft, and she felt a little thrill cavort through her. She was actually sucking Buzz's cock...and it felt good!
Her full ovaled lips curved in even tighter around the pulsing circumference and her tongue played eagerly at the entrapped head, licking at the spongy hard surface with a lewd hunger that grew rapidly into a white-hot passion Deftly, she flicked at the tiny glans opening in the tip, titillating the thickly webbed underside with a new found expertise, feeling the pulsing of the boy's blood as it coursed through the pounding tube.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm...Oh Christ, your mouth feels good on my cock," Buzz gasped between clenched teeth as his hands reached up and pulled her face farther down on his jerking member. Gaining confidence, Amantha grasped the thick stubby base in her hand, holding the palpitating member in place while she ran her long wet tongue up and down the vibrant length of it, dipping into the darkly tangled mass of pubic hair and coating them with her warm saliva. Teasingly, she nibbled at the sensitive flesh, eliciting moans of exquisite pleasure from the desire-tortured youth, and then she dropped still lower to wash his writhing sperm-bloated balls with the saliva of her desire. She quickly warmed to her task, reveling in this new pleasure, wondering why she had denied it to herself for so long. But she knew that she was a changed woman now, had done things today and consequently accepted them in her mind, that she wouldn't have condoned under any circumstances a mere week ago, and her brain thrilled at the various possibilities open to her.
She was completely engrossed in licking and sucking and slavering at Buzz's swollen cock, and for a moment wasn't aware of her own thighs being pried apart, revealing the lewd pink plane of her trembling cunt. A stab of panic contorted her face as she realized what was happening, and astonishment caused her to gasp a muffled groan around the burgeoning penis. Brent! I forgot all about him! But what is he doing? Apprehensively, she held her breath as she felt his palms clamped against the quiveringly soft flesh of her inner thighs, felt the slender columns of her legs being forced far apart, until the whole widespread furrow of her throbbing vagina was fully exposed, gleaming with moisture and wetly pulsing in fearful waiting. She jerked back automatically as she became aware of probing fingers trailing along the swollen outer lips, tugging playfully at the thinly curling wisps of pubic hair, grazing tantalizingly against the delicately fluted inner flesh. In fearful dismay, she felt his fingers pulling at her hair-lined pussy lips, easing them apart, revealing the hot moist pinkness of her open vagina. And then...
Amantha groaned in mingled desire and fear, her voice muffled around Buzz's still growing rod of flesh, and her legs stretched out rigidly as his buddy lowered his face and swept the length of his tongue along the cringing pink furrow of her cunt. Oh God, oh God, she moaned in anguish, he's kissing me there...he's kissing my vagina! A wave of revulsion shuddered through her and desperately she tried to clamp her thighs shut, to dislodge the wetly pulsing depravity of Brent's maddening tongue as it flicked snake-like along her damply trembling slit, dipping and burrowing into the squirming cuntal flesh, tickling the velvety folds with excruciating agility. She couldn't move, couldn't shake him away.
Buzz's hands were tangled in her hair as he forced her mouth tighter against his aching loins. And behind her, Brent continued to plunge his tongue into the warm silken flesh of her pussy, exploring the tender fragile folds and coming into electrifying contact with the turgid bud of her clitoris. Amantha drew in her breath sharply as he grasped the sensitive tiny button between his teeth and began to tease the nerve-filled tip with his tongue, making her moan and sigh around Buzz's bursting member. Brent's oral caressing of her throbbing little clitoris was more than the young teacher could bear. A flash of fire exploded inside her, lighting her whole body with flames of arousal and a desperately convulsive shudder spasmed down her spine. It was revolting, what he was doing, but she didn't care, because it felt good! It felt good having her vagina licked and sucked, while she herself slavered over an obscenely lust-bloated penis.
"Hey, Siddons...what d'ya think of that?" Buzz gasped in explosive pants, "Brent's licking your cunt...while you suck my cock!"
The lewd words thrilled her in a way she never dreamed possible. A vision of how she must look darted into her brain sprawled luridly naked on the bed, her thighs spread lasciviously wide to allow Brent to grovel in her heated cunt, while she was hungrily sucking and slavering over his friend's penis. There was no doubt about it the thought of her debased position thrilled her perversely. She enjoyed being used like this by the two youths, enjoyed having one boy lick and kiss up between her legs while she took another teenager's member in her mouth. It was lewdly exciting more exciting than anything she had known before. I've certainly come a long way today she sighed blissfully, giving herself over completely once more to the delicious tremors of pleasures racing all over her sleekly naked body.
Buzz's massive cock seemed to expand inside her buttery mouth, filling her to the bursting point, and she could feel the vibrant throbbing of it reverberating through her wildly sucking lips. The teenager was moaning and writhing with pleasure, his hands like steel grips in her hair, and her jaw was beginning to ache from pulling and licking on his thickly pulsing penis. Her free hand pumped insanely on his squirming scrotum, making him shiver from her lust-inciting kneading, and the pressure building up in the dark cavern of his aching balls was beyond belief. Suddenly, his strident groans punctured the living room, and she realized that he was cumming.
He was like a madman, his pelvis battering against Amantha's perspiration-drenched face, burying his wildly jerking cock deep in the back of her throat, the heavy churning load of his sperm-inflated testicles bouncing lewdly against her chin, while Brent continued to suck and slaver at her twitching cunt below. She wanted to sob out her pleasure as his slippery tongue rammed forcefully into the contracting opening of her desire-maddened cunt, sliding easily between the clinging inner walls and driving her crazy with lust. But she could only groan out her bliss because Buzz was emptying the first scalding streams of his foaming cum deep into her vacuuming mouth. He was climaxing in her mouth while Brent still licked her vagina! The warm wetness flooded her completely, slipping down her throat, and she gulped eagerly, anxious not to spill a single precious drop, her lips fastened like a tight elastic band around the madly pumping girth of his penis. His seething young sperm seemed never-ending as Amantha continued to take it all, her cheeks hollowing and filling as she strived to keep up with his copious offering. At last it was over, and, disappointed, she felt his exhausted member go limp inside her greedily retentive mouth. She was forced to let the inert organ slip from between her wetly gleaming lips as Buzz fell over on his back, his loud heavy pants filling the air, his limp penis glistening lewdly against his thigh.
But she had hardly a moment to miss the wonderful filling flesh in her mouth, because Brent was slavering diligently between her openly spread legs from behind, his tongue deftly swirling in and out and around her helplessly aroused pussy flesh. His face was completely hidden from view, and her thighs, of their own volition, locked tightly around his cheeks, trapping him there in the steamy crevice of her wildly twitching cunt. With a lust born of youth, he continued to fuck his agile tongue into the young blonde teacher's warmly welcoming cuntal sheath, to probe and burrow in the scented softness of her hidden folds, her wetly squirming vagina rimming his nose and mouth, cutting off his breath and clasping greedily around his pleasure-giving tongue.
"Oooooooh Brent...it feels so good..." she gasped, transported into incredible realms of ecstasy by his oral caressing. Her feverishly churning vagina had never known such unbelievable excitation...She was aroused in a completely new way, and she thought she'd go mad from the overpowering sensations of pure pleasure taking possession of her every nerve ending. She wished it would go on and on, but she knew also that she had to cum soon. She had participated in a far-out three-way sex act, and she had sucked Buzz dry now it was her turn.
Suddenly, the time had come, and her head flew back and her spasming thighs closed viciously around Brent's face as she ground her madly writhing cunt back against his smoothly slapping tongue, the petal-shaped edges of her dilating cunt contracting frantically around his wetly lapping organ.
"OOOOOHHHH..." she cried out as the first almost unbearable waves of orgasmic pleasure assaulted her, making her lever her nakedly grinding buttocks up off the ground in a shuddering agony of arousal.
She was there, her body rippling with unadulterated pleasure, her pelvis jerking wildly against the teenager's expertly laboring tongue, her moans echoing in the air. Her head flailed from side to side, fanned by her matted blonde hair. Her eyes were opened wide, unseeing and glazed with lust, and her usually beautiful features were contorted in supreme arousal. Her moistly shining breasts were heaving heavily, the nipples turgid and erect from passion, as she twisted and shook from the overwhelming force of her orgasm. Flood after flood of exquisite joy surged through the naked teacher's flesh, leaving her breathless and exhausted, unable to move, until still another wave of pleasure swept her up and carried her off like flotsam at sea. A shower of her excitedly secreting feminine juices floated in a fine mist, drenching Brent's straining face as he continued to slaver at her openly throbbing vagina, without let-up, urging her on to more and more incredible pleasure.
Finally, the waves of pleasurable sensation subsided, leaving Amantha quivering and panting, her thighs finally releasing the teenage boy's cum-smeared face and remaining obscenely splayed, revealing the glistening moistness of her still twitching cunt. A haze of contentment spread over the satiated young teacher as she lay there on her bed, flanked by the two young teenagers who had initiated her into such an unbelievable world of ecstasy, a world she knew she didn't want to leave, ever again.
CHAPTER EIGHT
In sudden embarrassment and guilt, Brent dressed quickly and, joined by Buzz, left Amantha Siddons apartment. She still lay on her bed, flooded with shame, elation, guilt and unfulfilled desires. She still hadn't felt Brent's cock inside her as she had dreamed she would. Nor had Buzz attempted to put his cock in her cunt. He had been completely sated when she had finished sucking him to orgasm, and although she had enjoyed delirious pleasure from Brent's licking and sucking her cunt, there was still a deep desire to feel Brent's wonderful cock buried deep inside her hungering young cunt.
As they walked down the street, both boys were silent for a time, both reflecting on this bizarre sex experience they had shared.
"How come you showed up there, Buzz?" Brent asked finally.
"I came to tell you that I fucked Cathy Musgrave, and more important, that I found out that Coach Hoffman is fucking her too! See what that means, Brent? We've got the coach by the nuts. He'll have to do something about Siddons now.
"But this is even better. Old Siddons won't be able to flunk us now. If she does, I'll blow the whole story! We're home free, buddy!"
He had been gesturing enthusiastically, but now Brent put his hand on his friend's chest, halting him.
"We can't do that!" he protested. "That would be a shitty thing to do to her! Besides, we've got a good thing going with her. I want some more of that!"
"You take it, then!" Buzz replied. "Me, I'm going to get good enough grades to get a scholarship in athletics. I'm going to make it, all the way to pro football, and no cheap cunt is going to stop me!"
They walked on, Buzz bristling for a moment. Suddenly he grinned and slapped Brent's shoulders. "Besides, wait until you try Cathy Musgrave. Man, she's something else. You just can't give her enough cock! You should have seen her and old Hoffman go at each other. I tell you, you don't need old Siddons. Cathy can give you way better!"
"No, I don't want to wreck her job," Brent said firmly. "She's just a mixed up chick, but she did try to help me."
"Okay," Buzz shrugged, "but she better not make noises from now on, or I'll wrack her ass!"
"She won't, don't worry," Brent said placatingly. "Let me take care of her."
They parted at the corner, but Brent was puzzled as he saw Buzz heading in a different direction from where he lived. He watched him for a moment, realizing that there was only one place Buzz could be heading to Coach Hoffman's house!
He had a hard time getting to sleep that night. His better self was insisting that he warn
Amantha Siddons that she could be risking her teaching career if she attempted to flunk Buzz, or even Cathy Musgrave, since the football coach had now taken her on as his steady lay.
He tried to talk to her briefly after English class next day, but she seemed distant and unresponsive, refusing to allow herself to be alone with him. Amantha Siddons was under a deep cloud of guilt. She had not only seduced Brent Turnbull, but she had performed with both boys as if she were part of a sex circus. She had wanted it, and she admitted to wanting more with Brent at least, but it was all wrong.
She determined that from the moment they had left her apartment, both boys would be just students, with no special treatment whatsoever. It was for their good, she rationalized, as well as for her own.
But that night. Brent couldn't stand the pressure on his conscience. No matter what, Amantha Siddons deserved the chance to be ready to defend herself, in case Buzz or Hoffman did start any trouble. And he had determined that, if worst came to worst, he'd even lie for her. He would state that Buzz had made the whole thing up, to get even with Miss Siddons for threatening to flunk him. It would be Brent's and Miss Siddons' word against Buzz's.
He knocked on her door and heard her pause inside, without opening it. "Who is it?" she asked timidly.
"It's me, Brent. I've got to talk to you. It's terribly important!"
A long pause ensued while she debated whether or not to admit him. She finally opened the door, peering quickly over his shoulder, half-expecting he had brought Buzz with him. When she saw he was alone, she stepped aside and opened the door, blushing deeply, not meeting his anxiety-filled eyes.
Brent walked quickly to the couch and sat down. Amantha sat opposite him, carefully crossing her legs and assuming a prim attitude. She still couldn't meet Brent's eyes.
"Look, Miss Siddons.. . " Brent began earnestly, "I've got to tell you before it's too late. Buzz or Mr. Hoffman are ready to start trouble if you flunk him or me, for that matter. Maybe they'll make a big issue about Cathy Musgrave."
"Oh, no!" Amantha gasped, suddenly frightened. "Buzz wouldn't tell. He couldn't. After all, he forced his way in last night! He wouldn't dare tell!" Her hand covered her mouth as her face contorted in a frown.
"Maybe he wouldn't, but Hoffman would, I'm sure. And I'm positive that Buzz blabbed to Hoffman after we left last night."
"But.. .I can't be blackmailed like that! I can't compromise my own standards to--" Amantha Siddons broke off, blushing again as she realized how deeply she had compromised herself.
"But.. . " She was growing more confused. "What has the Musgrave girl to do with all this? She's a separate case..."
Brent shook his head impatiently. "No, she's up to her neck in the whole thing. Both Buzz and the coach have been fucking her." She winced at the use of the blunt word, but the import of the allegation sank home deeply.
She was trapped in a cesspool of her own perverted desires and actions. She stood to lose her teaching license, and her tenure, as well as her reputation!
Self-pity gave way to a resignation that smacked of martyrdom. After all, she had played the game, and she had to pay the cost.
Something in her revolted sharply, however, at falsifying class or examination marks for trash like Buzz Newman and Cathy Musgrave. And Hoffman was, to her, a personally revolting man.
"Brent," Amantha gazed steadily at him as she spoke, "I want you to understand what I'm saying. I won't flunk Buzz, but I'm only doing it so I can pass you, too, in good conscience. I suppose I'll have to make some deal with that little redheaded slut, too. But I warn Buzz if he talks...to anyone around the school, about what happened...,he will flunk! I don't care what happens to me or to him, but I still do care about what becomes of your life!"
She was astounded that she could say it so calmly, without really feeling any love or desire for Brent. He was the only innocent victim of the sordid mess. Everyone else, including herself, had knowingly walked into the sex-drenched orgy.
Both started in surprise as the door opened, without a knock preceding it, and a gloating, smirking Buzz walked boldly in, followed by an equally confident Cathy Musgrave, and a sneering Charlie Hoffman!
Amantha shot up in alarm, spluttering, "You get out! All of you! This is my home! I'll have you arrested!"
Buzz laughed nastily, shaking his head. "You won't do anything, Miss Cocksucker!" Her fists clenched, and her face went white.
Brent stood up and raced up to Buzz, his fist cocked, ready to belt him. Buzz pinned him with an angry glare.
"Back off, old buddy. She sucked your cock too. Don't play goody-goody with us!" The significance of the plural pronoun was not lost on Brent. He glanced quickly at the scowling football coach.
Hoffman pushed Buzz aside and laid a hand on Brent's arm.
"Why fight, when you can make love, boy?" His smile was more like a sneer. "We're all going to have a lot of fun. Aren't we, Miss Siddons?" He turned his blazing eyes on the trembling teacher, and Buzz moved over closer to her. He reached out and fluffed her hair playfully.
"How about a good blow right now, baby?"
"You animal!" Amantha exploded, slapping his hand away. "Get away from me!"
"Maybe you'd better do as he says, Siddons," Hoffman said threateningly. "Or tomorrow morning, our old principal's hair will curl at the letter that Buzz and I composed tonight. Of course, the English might not please you, but the main details are clear."
Amantha's shoulders slumped and tears began to well up in her eyes, both from shame and frustration. If she refused, all of them would be hurt. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to do such a thing in front of them. She forgot that she had sucked Buzz's cock last night in front of Brent, who now stood nearby, stunned at the turn of events.
Amantha walked to the couch and slumped down, unable to think. Buzz came over cockily and began to unloosen the robe she'd been wearing when Brent had arrived. She seemed helpless to resist, and in a moment, he had stripped off her panties and brassiere, and the young blonde teacher slumped before them, totally naked. She was too emotionally depleted to even care about the lewd stares she drew from Cathy and the football coach.
Buzz took down his pants and shorts, proudly displaying a full-blown erection for all to see. Animal lust had taken possession of him, and as Amantha gazed fearfully at the eyes of the others, she realized they were all sex-crazed animals. Even Brent! She noted the bulge at his crotch that indicated he was getting an erection.
The eyes of the auburn-haired schoolgirl, Cathy, were like glowing coals. She had a maniacal look on her face, and her eyes were riveted on Amantha's openly displayed cunt!
Buzz looked lewdly at his football companion. "Want to work on her cunt again, Brent...like last night?" He grinned down at Amantha, whose body was coming strangely alive, tingling with strange desires. "She really dug that tongue fucking, didn't you baby?"
Brent reddened, ashamed of his growing hard-on. "Go on with what you have to do," he ground out, looking surly. He was fighting within himself. He wanted to walk out, or to punch Buzz in the mouth even Hoffman. As for Cathy Musgrave, she turned his stomach. He wouldn't piss on the best part of her!
Cathy walked up to Buzz, and said brazenly, "How about me trying some of that eating pussy?"
Buzz looked startled, as did Hoffman and Brent. The thought that Cathy might be bisexual, with lesbian yearnings, hadn't occured to any of them. That it had not crossed Amantha's mind was obvious by the slack-jawed stare she gave the teenaged girl.
The naked blonde teacher's mind was whirling. She had already done her best to prepare herself for the sexual ordeal to come, and now she was being used as a plaything for a young lesbian slut!
Yet, the thought intrigued her. She'd read a considerable amount about the lesbian philosophy and sex pattern, and had often shamefully admitted that she was curious about lesbian lovemaking.
A leer spread over Buzz's contorted face. "Why not, if that's your bag. This babe digs way-out stuff." He pulled Amantha to her feet, and lay down on the couch, propped against the arm, stretching out his long legs full length. His rigid penis stuck straight up, its blood-gorged head looking like a ripe, red plum, as he held it by the base, lewdly offering it to Amantha's lips.
She knelt between his knees, in an awkward position that exposed her buttocks, her anus and her wetly glistening cunt to the three watching avidly.
Amantha hunched herself over his loins, stroking his hardness first with one hand and then with both of them at the same time. She leaned forward then and the warm moistness of her open lips closed over the sensitively throbbing head of his cock. He groaned and thrust his loins forward involuntarily, then reached down and tangled his hands tightly in her long blonde hair to guide the rhythm of her bobbing head below. He lifted his head slightly to watch her contorted face. It made the sensation that much more exciting when he could see the thickness of his cock-shaft buried between the kneeling teacher's sucking lips.
She mumbled incoherently around his plunging instrument, struggling to say something more about Cathy and at the same time to increase the twirling of her tongue around the moist stickiness of the blood-inflated head.
"Fuck it, you can talk later," Buzz growled as she began to suck a little harder. "You just suck it, baby, and then later you can recite the Girl Scout creed if you want."
He looked at her face as his hardening shaft began to saw rhythmically in and out of her tightly ovaled mouth. The very sight of it caused his loins to tense and jerk into her face, so that it looked as though he were sinking the full length of it all the way down her throat. Almost all of it seemed to disappear with each hard thrust upward he made until only a little stretch of it showed white and glistening, protruding from between her lips.
Her tongue, with a nerve-tingling lick on the out-stroke was making the head throb and jerk as though his heart itself were beating inside. He watched in the mirror, hypnotized, as the soft pink inner flesh of her lips was pulled out grotesquely, clinging to the shaft of his cock as she sucked hungrily, her mind caught up in the task with all its concentration. Her full-mounded breasts jerked and danced below her pumping torso, adding to the lust-inciting picture presented the onlookers.
"Suck it, baby, suck it," Buzz hissed, dropping his head back heavily on the couch and pretending for the moment that it was the redheaded Cathy who was working over him. Goddamn, he'd like to have her like this, ramming it deep in her throat. By God, he'd shove it all the way down to her tonsils when he did get her. He'd pump his hot sperm all the way down her throat and into that little white belly of hers until she burst.
"Come on, baby, come on," he grunted as Amantha slaved below, her nakedly kneeling body beginning to glisten from the tiny droplets of perspiration that were forming over her white skin. He could feel the terrific pressure growing deep in his cum-bloated balls, and knew it wouldn't be long now. He shoved his loins hard up against the young teacher's cock-filled face, hearing her protesting mumble that went unheeded in his quest for the final end of this exquisite torture that was building, building...building until all at once he felt the white-hot stream begin deep in his balls and race like steam up the entire length of his plunging cock. He gasped and his lips bared back over his teeth as though he were being tortured by fire.
"Don't stop, baby, keep sucking, keep sucking," he groaned as his hands tangled tighter in her long hair, convulsively ramming his exploding cock further and further down her throat. She went on sucking wildly as he continued shooting his load deep into her ovaled mouth.
With one last soul-rending groan, he emptied the final drops of his sperm between her lips but she went on nibbling gently, sucking his exhausted glans dry.
Gradually his satiated penis deflated in her mouth. Buzz threw his arms out to the side in total collapse, a great sigh of relief escaping from his lips. She lay for a moment with her head on his muscular thigh, still nibbling gently at the limp useless penis in front of her.
"Hey, what about me, Buzz?" Cathy said belligerently.
"Be my guest, hot-mouth," Buzz sighed, waving a hand at Amantha's nakedly kneeling body.
Cathy positioned herself behind Amantha, her trembling fingers opening up the fleshy crack between the young teacher's buttocks to reveal the dark pink ring of her anus. The lewdly grinning teenaged girl's fingers groped inward between Amantha's thighs before finally finding the moistly heated vaginal lips.
Without hesitation, Cathy Musgrave buried her head between the fleshy mounds, her tongue darting out to tantalize Amantha's quivering cuntal opening. The trembling blonde teacher groaned in protest and lewd delight as she became aware of the delicious sensations emanating from her wetly throbbing pussy and rippling outward throughout her whole body.
Amantha moaned, rolled off Buzz's legs, and sprawled on the couch in a half-sitting position, spreading her cunt lips wide with her fingers. She had surrendered completely to the hot mouth of the young girl, and things were happening to her mind and body that made her a complete whore. All Amantha wanted was to cum in that knowledgeable little-girl mouth, as she felt Cathy's teeth nipping at her clitoris, her tongue probing deep up inside the hotly quivering recesses of her vagina.
Cathy went wild in her efforts to penetrate deeper with her dancing, flicking tongue. Amantha's fingers spread her hair-lined cuntal lips wider, and she used her thumbs to roll her clitoris while the girl's tongue massaged it also. Down there between her lewdly spread legs, Cathy licked the trembling teacher's fingers, nibbled at them and then at her clitoris. As if this were not enough, the fourteen year old girl slowly slid one, then two fingers deep up inside Amantha's wetly throbbing vagina, massaging the smooth resilient cuntal walls, while she let her little finger play at the tightness of Amantha's excitedly puckering anus, trying to penetrate the forbidden channel.
The naked young teacher began to moan, threshing wildly about, close to the fullest orgasm she had ever dreamed of!
"Oh, Cathy, honey!" She exploded, gasping as if in agony. "Oh, don't stop, baby, eat it all...suck it...lick it...Aaaahhhh!"
As she said the last, her lower body erupted in violent spasms. Her hands pulled Cathy's head in closer and her legs wrapped demandingly around the girl's face.
Cathy's head bobbed up and down and she made low, animal-like noises as she licked and sucked, fingered and nibbled at the now-elusive clitoris of her English teacher.
After seconds of wild gyrations, Amantha screamed, "Oh, God...I'm cumming...Oh my God!" The naked blonde woman almost jack-knifed in her ecstasy before her body convulsed in orgasm. Amantha felt faint. The whole world was unreal. It couldn't be happening to her! It was too wonderful...too unbelievable!
Cathy eased her motions, licking gently at the inner lips of the teacher's feverishly twitching cunt, then she drew back, wiping her mouth on her hand, staring at the blushing pink flesh before her.
The redheaded teenager stood up, slowly taking off her clothes. The three excited males watched until she was nude, her nipples hard with desire. She ran over her breasts lovingly, then let one drop to her hair-lined little cunt. She inserted an outstretched forefinger inside the fleshy layers up between her legs, and began teasing her clitoris, her eyes glazed with raw lust.
"How about you, Brent?" Buzz asked, sitting up slowly. "You haven't eaten any pussy yet, have you? Give old Cathy a break. She'll take good care of you. Give her a little suck. Try it...you'll like it!" He laughed at his tagline.
Brent eyed the naked teenager, fascinated by the pert breasts and the sight of her pinkish, wet flesh peeping out at him from between her brazenly spread legs. The curly auburn hair grew in a vee-shape, and as he stared, he licked his lips nervously.
Cathy walked over and stood before him, saying nothing, yet speaking volumes with her saucy stare.
Brent slowly started to take off his clothes, and when he was naked, Cathy took his huge, rock-hard cock in her hand and began to stroke it, smiling wickedly at him.
"Which way first, lover-boy?" she taunted. "Fuck, suck, or do you want to duck?"
She laid down on the floor, legs spread, arms held up to him enticingly. "Fuck me, baby," Cathy mouthed lewdly, "Fuck me like you never fucked a girl in your life. Then I'll show you how to really give a blow job!"
Brent glanced over at Amantha Siddons, who was now watching them in fascination. Buzz was grinning lasciviously, and Charlie Hoffman was staring in fascination at the naked body of Amantha.
With a groan of desire, Brent clumsily fell on the fourteen year old girl, fumblingly trying to insert his hotly throbbing cock into her eagerly waiting cunt, not caring at last what anybody else in the world thought or did. Now the only thing he wanted was to fuck Cathy, and let the rest of the world take care of itself.
She spread her legs wide, and as his cock began to slip in deeper and deeper, she put her legs around his hips, raising her slippery little cunt so that he penetrated it the full length of his shaft!
He was too wrapped up in the delicious sensations that swept over him to notice that Coach Hoffman was taking off his clothes.
And a second later, much to his surprise, Cathy stiffened beneath him and began wailing, "I'm cumming already". She pumped her tight little pussy up and down on his burgeoning penis like a madwoman, and cried again, "Brent, baby. Aaaaghh! Aaaaiiieeeee!"
Her convulsion triggered the boy's own orgasm and he made one final thrust deep up inside her hot little cunt and held his wildly jerking penis there as it erupted like a fiery Roman candle.
CHAPTER NINE
As Cathy and Brent lay limply on the floor, spent from their orgasms, a naked Coach Hoffman strolled over to stand before the sex-numbed Amantha Siddons. His rigidly pulsating cock was stiff, standing out from his muscular body, and in spite of her inner loathing of him, Amantha couldn't take her eyes from it. It was much bigger than either Brent's or Buzz's, but she was afraid that if he made her suck it, she would choke!
"Okay, Siddons," Hoffman rasped. "You've had enough mouth fucking. It's about time you learned how to fuck like a real woman. There are a hell of a lot of nice holes in a woman's body that a nice prick like this can fill!" He shook his cock lewdly at her and reached to pull her to her feet.
She slapped at his hand, bringing a growl of rage to his lips. "You lousy bitch!" Hoffman snarled. "I'm going to see what you can do with a real man not a couple of kids!"
He grabbed the futilely squirming young teacher and dragged her off the couch, but she refused to stand. She slumped to the floor, half-sobbing, half-cursing.
"You rotten, filthy animal! I hate you! If you touch me I'll kill you," she cried.
Hoffman's face drained white with anger. His fists clenched and he half-raised a foot as if to kick her.
Buzz came to life. This was going to be good, to see Siddons get hers at last! He goaded his coach, "You gonna take that, Coach?"
"Goddamn right I'm not!" Hoffman growled, moving closer to her cowering form. "I'm gonna teach this bitch a lesson she'll never forget!"
Amantha cringed from his threatening words, and a cold shiver of fear iced through her. Every spark of hope died inside her. There was nothing to save her now. She had thrown away whatever chance of conciliation she had by her last words. She was at their mercy now. There was nothing she could do but submit to whatever they had in mind, otherwise there was no telling what they'd do!
She jerked back involuntarily when she felt Hoffman's hand on her shoulder, and he did not miss her movement of revulsion. His fingers tightened like claws on her naked flesh and he yanked her to the side, sprawling her face downwards on the floor. His hands ran lewdly over her fearfully trembling body, and she tried to stop herself from shuddering under his touch. The huge fangs of fear snapped at her and threatened to devour her completely; and desperately she clung to the last shreds of reason that still remained to her.
"Please, Charlie...let's talk it over," she began piteously, "I didn't mean..."
"Shut up!" he snarled, breaking in on her sobbing words, "You've had your say!"
"Oh, I'm so sorry..." she continued hoping to make him change his mind by appealing to him.
"I don't want to hear another word from you!" he growled, his hand tangling cruelly in her hair and forcing her face against the rug, cutting off her breath. For a moment she struggled, desperately fighting for survival, knowing that he had won. She'd do as he said, because she had no choice! He was stronger than she, and so held the upper hand. She had to submit!
Dimly, she was aware of Hoffman's hands on her hips, positioning her softly quivering buttocks.
"Man, what a tight little ass!" Buzz whispered suddenly, and she knew that he was staring at her naked body, kneeling only a few feet away.
"Yeah, it sure is!" Charlie agreed, his hands kneading the flaccid flesh, pulling the white, ovaled mounds painfully apart and revealing the dark crevice nestled invitingly between them. She squirmed under his obscene clawing, and she thought she would die from the pain shooting through her from his merciless straining of her unprotected ass-cheeks.
"What're you going to do, man?" Buzz hissed excitedly, his eyes staring out of his head at the sight of the beautiful young teacher stretched out naked on the rug in front of him.
"Just wait and see!" Hoffman laughed, suddenly tightening his grip on her hips and levering her upwards, forcing her to balance herself on her knees. She remained there for a moment, on all fours, her breasts dangling voluptuously down, her face burning in shame and embarrassment until Chuck once more dug his hand into her hair and brutally forced her head downward, while at the same time maintaining a savage grip on her hips. Again her face made smothering contact with the rug, while her buttocks waved obscenely high in the air behind her. Her hair was tangled and loose around her head, completely obscuring her face, and she was glad, because that way they couldn't see the abject mortification etched plainly on her crimsoned face. She had never felt so humiliated in her life. Nothing in her wildest dreams could prepare her for the overwhelming shame of being slavishly forced into this lewd crouching position, completely naked, a helpless victim of three sadistic young teenagers and their coach. She couldn't believe it was really happening to her. Events had moved too swiftly for her to comprehend, and she had given up trying. God, what a fool I was to have gone along with their little game. . . ,if only I'd known what they had in mind! But it was too late now. If she tried to scream, Hoffman would hurt her more, and pleading with him had no effect either. There was nothing she could do but accept what came!
She whimpered pathetically as his hands continued to knead the rounded whiteness of her quivering buttocks, twisting and squeezing the softly yielding flesh with growing lust.
"Aaaaaahhh..." she sobbed out suddenly as she felt the lewd wet contact of the older man's tongue on her nakedly cringing flesh, sweeping the length of the vulnerable crevice between the ovaled cushions of her fear-tensed buttocks. She squirmed weakly, having no strength left to resist, yet unable to bear this final humiliation, this perverse oral caress. She moaned again as he continued to slaver his thick wet tongue along her sorely stretched anal crack.
His fingers tightened unbearably once more on her futilely resisting ass-cheeks, levering them even further apart, revealing the darkness of her fear-clenched back channel. The sex-crazed man stared at her puckering little anus, and then, without preamble, he raised his forefinger and jabbed lasciviously at the secret opening, probing and prodding until at last he managed to insert it to the first knuckle in the rubbery, resisting orifice.
"Oh God, stop...please stop!" Amantha pleaded, her entire body shame-frozen and cowering, waves of revulsion coursing through her at the thought of what she was undergoing--and here in her own living room! Pain flooded through her in rising tides of increasing agony, and she thought that her entire spinal column was on fire from his illicit penetration of her anus. Even if her numbed brain could direct her paralyzed body to move, her body couldn't obey, because his free hand continued to dig cruelly into the soft whiteness of her buttocks, immobilizing her.
"Please don't, Charlie..." she sobbed again as she felt his cruel finger worm its way insidiously into her tightly clenched nether passage, stretching the clenched rectal sheath unbearably. Her thoughts were a jumble of desperation and despair. Oh God, if only he'd leave me alone...what did I do to deserve this.. .it isn't fair...Oh God, it just isn't fair.
"That's it, Coach, ram your finger up her ass!" Buzz suddenly shrilled and Amantha felt new embarrassment wash over her at the thought that Buzz was a cruel and hostile witness to her utter degradation. He was kneeling there on the floor beside them, calmly watching as Hoffman wormed his finger deeper into her back there! With a lustful grunt, the lecherous coach squirmed his finger farther into her pain-wracked back passage, burying it to the hilt in her virginal rectum. For a moment, she was frozen with excruciating pain, a slavish victim to his complete bestiality. And then, with something akin to relief, she was aware of Hoffman withdrawing his sinewy finger, allowing her sorely stretched anus to revert back to its normal tightness. Hope kindled anew inside the distraught woman. Maybe now he'll let me go. But that tiny ray of light was soon quenched as Chuck once more cruelly spread the flaccid cheeks of her apprehensively cowering buttocks until she thought she'd go mad from the pain. He was straining her apart beyond belief, and she thought that he'd tear her in two if he kept it up. In the back of her mind, she heard Buzz call out, "Hey Brent, would you look at that!"
The cowering young woman couldn't help it! Instinct made her turn her head so that she could see behind her, and then she wished she hadn't. Because she could once again see the coach's massively swollen penis, cupped lewdly in his free hand, the head angry and throbbing obscenely with suppressed lust!
A cold wave of fear engulfed the defenselessly kneeling young teacher and her heart turned to stone inside her. Even her blood seemed to run cold as she cringed in fear, her mind refusing to focus on what was happening. It was too terrible even to think about.
Amantha was in a kind of numb limbo as she felt the burgeoning head of the hard, pain-giving penis pressing against the split of her buttocks, felt the straining mounds of soft flesh being forced even farther apart, felt the harsh unyielding nudge of his lust-hardened member against her weakly resisting anal crevice. For a moment, he held it there, spread her ass-cheeks wide, pressuring the little crinkled ring of her defensively puckering anus with hard abrasive jabs. Suddenly she could stand it no longer. She tried to fight against the realization that was dawning inside her, but it was no use. It was obvious what he had in mind, but she just couldn't stand it.
"NO, PLEASE NOOOO!! " she shrieked wildly, waving her upraised buttocks around desperately in a futile attempt to dislodge her imprisoned body from his iron grip. But her resistance only seemed to goad the lust-maddened Coach on, and with a savage snarl he pushed violently against the tightly unyielding sphincter.
"Hold it, bitch!" he commanded icily, raising welts on the soft smoothness of her trembling buttocks as he held them in place and pushed relentlessly against the tiny opening of her fearful anus. But she couldn't still the quivering and shaking in her body, and harsh sobs of near hysteria choked in her throat as she hunched before the sadistic man, terror eating at her like red-hot flames. With a deep animalistic grunt, Hoffman lunged forward, determined on his cruel bestial course, oblivious to the young woman's overpowering fear.
"AAAARRRRGGGHHH.. . " Amantha's dry choking cry rang out as she felt the first stabs of relentless penetration, and fingers of steel prodded her trembling flesh.
"OH GOD NO...NOOOOOOOOO..." She cried out again, feeling the pain shoot out from her loins and envelop her entire body, blank out everything but the realization that his blood-engorged penis was penetrating her rectum! She tried to sob out again, tried to beg him to stop, but no words came. Her mouth worked grotesquely against the rug as she tried to scream. She tried to move, but couldn't. She was a complete captive to his brutal anal rape, a slavish victim to his sadistic savagery.
Chuck stared down in lustful amazement at his angry red shaft, the huge rubbery head of which was just barely embedded in the young teacher's tightly resisting rectum, and his lips bared in a cruel smile. This was far better than anything else! He'd show her that he meant business. After this, there'd be no doubt about who was boss...
"ARRRRGGGHHHH! AAAARRRGGGHHHH! AAARRRHHGG!..." Amantha groaned again and again, each groan deeper and more heartfelt than the last. She couldn't believe that this was happening to her, that she was actually hunched over in a lewdly naked position, while Hoffman's thick hard cock sank deeper and deeper into her sorely abused rectum. The animal was actually raping her anus! And in front of three wide-eyed and excited students one of them a naked fourteen year old girl!
At last, with an almost incoherent grunt, Chuck surged forward again with all his pent-up strength and finally managed to sink the pulsing hardness of his penis to the hilt in her resistant anal depths.
"Stop! You're killing me!" she sobbed, completely and hopelessly skewered by the madman's impaling penis, her thighs and buttocks swept aside and lewdly upraised to accommodate the huge fleshy hardness of his swollen member.
"Christ, Brent, he's fucking her in the ass!" Buzz chimed in, as if unable to believe his own eyes. His mouth was hanging open, and his eyes bulging as he took in the lascivious sight, still unable to believe that it was really happening.
The last vestiges of self-respect were swept from Amantha at the sound of the obscene remark. It was as if the act, finally put into such crude words, was certified as actually taking place. Up until now, a tiny part of her brain refused to believe that it was an actual fact. But now there was no doubt. Hoffman was raping her virginal rectum, while his brutal young charges looked on excitedly! The will to resist crumpled inside her, and she knew that from now on, she wouldn't cry out, she wouldn't object, no matter how bad the pain was. She was utterly dejected and abused, subjugated completely to his powerful masculinity, and there was not a thing she could do about it. She had to accept whatever degradations they heaped on her.
Slowly, Chuck began to withdraw his thickly sodomizing member, drawing it out little by little until just the turgid head was still rimmed by her rubbery anal sphincter, and then he surged forward again as her overpowering rectal membrane acquiesced before his thundering rod of flesh, allowing it to plunge forward, unimpeded this time. Carefully, he began a slow rhythmic fucking as her inner rectal sheath gradually became accustomed to the unnatural intrusion, and be began to slide in and out of her, burying his hardened shaft right to the hilt in the hotly clinging channel of her violated anus, and then retracting it almost all the way before plummeting forward again. The lust-bloated sac of his scrotum slapped lewdly below against the tenderly revealed flesh of her cringing little pussy with each forward thrust of his long thick cock!
She was beyond all rational feeling, just hunched there, detached from the depraved ravishment of her anus, resigned to the brutal ass-fucking she was receiving from the coach, only wishing that it would all be over soon. Nothing mattered any more. She was degraded and mortified in a way she had never dreamed possible, and she was sure she could never hold her head up again. How could she face anyone, after what had happened to her? It wasn't her fault, but yet she knew that her own mishandling of events had led to this terrible outcome. It was too late to turn back now...she felt herself forever sullied. She was being used in this cruel inhuman way, completely subjugated by the lascivious animal. She was no better than a whore on the streets, a mere object to be used at the will and whim of a more powerful male. She, as a woman, was the slave, and the man, as he always had been, was the master. It was the way things had been since time began, and who was she to fight against it now?
She'd never win, that was for sure. There was nothing for her to do but accept his mastery and yield to his subjugation.
Hoffman continued to fuck in and out of her painfully abused rectum, exhilarated by his obscene victory over her, exulting in the strange sensation of screwing this lovely, proud woman in the ass. It gave him a wonderful feeling of power and potency and he was proud that his players and Cathy were here to see it.
As Amantha crouched there in her nakedly servile position, the numbness gradually cleared, relieving her of the gnawing ache of pain and hurt. But then slowly, incredibly, with a mounting feeling of horror, she began to realize that it was being replaced with something far more insidious. At first she couldn't, wouldn't believe it, but the truth was obvious. She tried to fight it, to resist with all her remaining will, but it was overwhelming her just as it had with Brent. There was no denying the little wisps of forbidden pleasure that were beginning to curl around inside her helplessly aroused belly. She was beginning to enjoy it!
No! No! No! the subserviently kneeling teacher's brain screamed in silent protest, but it was no use. She was actually beginning to enjoy the perverse ass-fucking! Desperately, she tried to fight the surges of wildly mounting pleasure spasming through her, tried to conceal the small answering thrusts that were beginning in her pelvis, tried to still the deeply rhythmic churning that was just beginning in her loins, but she couldn't. She just couldn't hide any longer the fact that she was becoming aroused by the cruel anal rape of this animalistic sadist!
"Oooooooohhh," she moaned suddenly between clenched teeth, unable to contain herself as her tensing buttocks began screwing back on Chuck's pile-driving penis and her sinewy inner muscles contracted eagerly around his pistoning cock as it withdrew, increasing the pleasure he was feeling a thousandfold.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she sighed, giving herself over completely to the incredible thrills of excitement cavorting through her. Amantha was beyond caring now. All that mattered were the wonderful sweeps of pleasure brushing over her, all that was of importance was answering those deeply arousing thrusts with responsive spasms of her own.
"Jeez, she's beginning to like being screwed in the ass!" Buzz shrilled excitedly, unable to believe that the older woman was responding to his coach's unnatural fucking.
Chuck Hoffman was beside himself with victory! This was the ultimate; something even he had never even thought about. She was actually enjoying being taken in the rectum! He just couldn't believe it! But it was obvious. She was mewling continuously now, swinging her softly flaring buttocks backward to receive his deep hard thrusts and then clenching tightly to prolong the ecstasy of his withdrawal.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she chanted as her naked body was consumed with flames of fiery pleasure, lost in a world of mounting passion. She didn't care about her abandoned behavior, didn't care that she was actually enjoying such an obscene perverted act. The important thing was that she was totally and helplessly aroused, excited beyond belief by being fucked, yes fucked in the anus, while others looked on. She enjoyed the idea of being a spectacle like this, of having a witness to enjoy her degradation. A wildly masochistic joy whipped her into greater frenzy and made her jerk and thrash her body backwards, her succulently rounded breasts dancing beneath her, her head flailing from side to side like a blonde wave of satin. She was being lifted higher and higher, tossed around by stronger and stronger gales of excitement, and she knew that she was going to cum soon, was going to climax from being taken anally. And she could hardly wait! This was a pleasure unlike any other, more intense, more enjoyable because of the fact that she was utterly subjugated, a hopeless and slavish victim.
"Ahhhhhh...I'm cumming! I'm cumming!
Oh, I'm . . , I'm...cumminggg...! ! ! "
The teacher's body was electrified by a million volts of excruciating pleasure, shooting white hot thrills of joy into every pore as she shook and quivered, her pelvis thrusting back in a rhythmic clenching and unclenching around Hoffman's feverishly driving cock. She was in heaven, reaching the utmost limits of physical pleasure, overpowered by the sensations coursing through her as she gave herself over completely to her climax, accepting her slavish position, accepting the mastery this man was forcing on her, giving over her freedom in exchange for this delirious pleasure.
Chuck couldn't hold back any longer. He was goaded beyond bearing by Amantha's frenetic orgasm and he had to cum too. His own pleasure was heightened by his obvious total victory over the lewdly writhing woman and his ego was puffed up all out of proportion by her submission.
"AAAAARRGGGGGGGGHHHH...I'm THERE...! ! " he groaned suddenly as his body tightened like a bowstring and then began to pound feverishly against her wilting body, shooting the full force of his white-hot cum far up into her wide-stretched rectal depths, pouring it into every crease and crevice of her widely flared back passage, filling her welcoming belly with his seething male sperm. It seemed never ending, his jet of foaming semen, as he pumped frantically in between her buttocks and his erupting knowledge was increased by the knowledge that the others were staring with lust-glazed eyes at the lascivious scene, tormented with jealousy and wracked with admiration for him.
At last, he felt his still quivering penis begin to deflate inside her forever-stretched rectal sheath and then finally it began to slip back out of her wetly drenched nether passage. Amantha herself was gasping on the floor, her body heaving, her eyes smoky with pleasure, her thighs lewdly spread in an attitude of abandoned nonchalance, her flesh tingling with wanton hedonistic delight, her entire consciousness surrender irrevocably to the pleasures of her body.
But the exhausted young teacher was eased out of her peaceful relaxed daze by a strange sight!
Buzz was advancing on her, and Brent was too...both with stiffly erected cocks, both lust-filled, breathing heavily, looking like not-to-be-denied, rutting young bulls!
Before she knew what they intended, Buzz was on the floor beside her! He flipped her over so that her back was against his chest, his long hard cock nestled between her buttocks. Groaning with lewd impatience, the teenager beneath her sought to insert his rigidly pulsating penis into her still-throbbing anus!
But what was Brent going to do? He advanced, spreading her knees wide with his legs, lowering his body on top of hers, aiming his virile young shaft of hardened male flesh for her vagina!
Her mind reeled. She had seen pictures of a "sandwich fuck" somewhere, she remembered, but she hardly believed it could be possible! She would surely break in two! Two fully erected penises inside her, one in her anus, the other in her cunt! It couldn't be happening, she thought as Brent lay down on top of her and began positioning his long hard cock at the gaping entrance to her cunt.
But it was. Beneath her nakedly squirming body Buzz had managed to penetrate her already slippery, resilient anus, now flooded with Charlie Hoffman's sperm, and as she gasped at the pain-pleasure of Buzz's anal fucking, she felt Brent's wonderfully hardened cock begin to slide in and out of her love-starved vaginal opening from above.
Again, she felt that dizzying sweep of total sexual pleasure cover her body, saturating her mind with its unbelievable power.
The skewered young teacher began to moan with pleasure as she felt Buzz's stiff rod of flesh burying itself to the hilt in her wildly clenching anus from beneath, and at the same time, Brent's cock was scraping against her clitoris with each in and out stroke from above. Oh God! Nothing had ever felt so wonderful as these two beautiful teenaged boys both fucking her at the same time. She was delirious with joy to the point where she wondered if she was fainting. It was hard to breathe.
Amantha looked around, wondering if she were dreaming, but she saw Coach Hoffman, grinning wickedly, hands on his hips, while Cathy Musgrave was on her knees in front of him. His wetly glistening cock was disappearing deep down into her throat, and the naked teenaged girl was hungrily sucking and slurping, oblivious to everything else but the lascivious pleasure she was giving and getting.
Beneath Amantha, Buzz began to increase his upward pushes, driving his lust-thickened cock far up inside her hotly clasping rectum, and at the same time, shoving her ecstatically quivering vagina upward to meet each deep thrust of Brent's long hard cock. With a growing sense of rapture, the blonde teacher felt that moment approaching when she would abandon herself completely to the wanton desires that were overwhelming her!
Both teenaged boys speeded up their movements, and suddenly, Buzz shouted, "Oh, Christ...I'm cumming. Fuck me hard, baby...fuck me hard!"
Brent responded in gasps as his movements increased in tempo and force. His savage thrusts into her shamelessly aroused cunt became faster and harder. "Me...too..." Brent gasped. "I'm shooting...I'm going off.. . "
Amantha surrendered to her body's demands. She began to moan and then wail with a lewd joy as her rippling vagina launched into a series of orgasms that spread to every tiny corner of her spasming body and mind.
The three came within seconds of each other, and each continued to move wildly for a few seconds, as the tides of exquisite passions ebbed quickly.
Brent withdrew his rapidly softening cock from her, wiping it awkwardly with his hand to rid it of the cum that had accumulated on it. Amantha wearily rolled off Buzz's body, his cock pulling limply from her aching anus with a lewd sucking sound. The ravished young teacher lay on her face on the rug, not caring about anything except the delicious feeling that bathed her from head to foot, penetrating to her very soul.
A few feet away, Cathy was licking the last drops of cum from the coach's rapidly deflating penis, while he looked gloatingly over at Amantha, then to his thoroughly subdued football charges. All of them would now know who was the real boss on or off the field, he knew.
And, he exulted, there was going to be some mighty interesting sex parties going on for the next few months...maybe longer, now that cold-ass Siddons had finally broken down and admitted that she was, after all, a woman!
CHAPTER TEN
Amantha Siddons sat dejectedly in her chair. The mid-term exams were over. She thought bitterly of all the hard-working, honest kids in her classes who had diligently studied and absorbed the English lessons she had taught, and of the mere handful of unfortunate ones who hadn't been able to pass the examinations. It could mean another six months or more of school for them, and certainly, it meant dejection and discouragement for most.
It wasn't fair, because she hadn't been fair.
She had deliberately given the answers to the mid-term exams to Buzz, Brent, and to Cathy Musgrave.
All had passed, although Buzz only got by, by the skin of his teeth in Math and History also, and at one point in the football season, had had to take a special examination, which Amantha knew instinctively that Chuck Hoffman had managed to rig, somehow, so that a kindergarten kid could make a passing grade.
There had been a period of complete soul-searching for her after the wild, depraved sex orgy she had engaged in, in her apartment many weeks ago.
There had to be an aftermath, and she had only one thing to be grateful for...that Chuck Hoffman after she had angrily refused to participate in any other orgies had not pursued the affair any further, except by written note reminding her that he expected his two star pupils, and Cathy Musgrave, to pass their exams.
It had been different with Buzz and Cathy. Both had assumed that wild sex orgies were to be a routine part of their association with her, but she had put them off firmly. Buzz had shrugged it off, telling her bluntly that there were a half-dozen younger, more sexy girls around that he could have anytime he wanted.
Cathy had been more difficult, even threatening to expose the whole affair unless Amantha agreed to some lesbian liaisons with her. She had been most persuasive, pointing out that no one would suspect anything if a girl whose marks were below average visited her English teacher a couple of nights each week, for help.
But after she had recovered from her sexual binge, Amantha decided she would not succumb to any hangover pains. Not even with Brent, and he was the only one who showed any decency or contrition over his acts of depravity.
He had come quietly into her room at the close of classes for the day, on the day after the unbelievable sex orgy, his manner crestfallen, his tone conciliatory.
"Miss Siddons," he had apologized, "I don't know what came over me. It was like the time I drank five beers, when I was twelve, on a dare. I just didn't know what I was doing after that. That's how I was last night drunk with sex, or something like that. Will you forgive me? Can you?"
She had felt cold towards him, but she agreed to forgive...if he would forget.
She assumed it had all died down, vanished like a bad dream. Soon, they would move on, and she could try to rebuild her confused, nearly-shattered moral ideas.
Yet the weeks had been difficult for her. Too many nights she had tossed and turned in nightmares of sex, and the same faces were always there. Masturbating didn't help much. Her body ached for more...for the twisted, tortuous sex that she had experienced on that wanton night...so long ago, it now seemed.
And then Coach Charlie Hoffman showed up, at her apartment. It was Friday, and he was drunk. So was his companion an attractive brunette with a sexy body and a way of touching Chuck Hoffman that told that they were lovers.
She had let them in against her better judgment, and they stood awkwardly, ill-at-ease because of her cold attitude.
"Me and Joyce," Hoffman said tipsily, "thought you might be lonely. We thought maybe...maybe we could call one of the boys.. . " He held out a paper sack, "...I brought some liquor...we thought maybe we could have a little foursome..." he grinned guiltily, then guffawed loudly. "...or even a five-some..."
Amantha looked coldly at the simpering Joyce, then fixed Hoffman with a cold stare.
"You got what you wanted. Your little pets all passed. Now, Mr. Hoffman, will you please take your two bags and leave my apartment?"
She held the door open, and they left, casting scornful, baleful glances at her as they mumbled to one another about her rudeness.
Amantha Siddons closed the door and locked it. She stood leaning against it, staring vacantly into space. So easy to get in, so hard to get out, she was thinking. Yet, she had to get out.
But where would she go? There would always be Buzz Newmans, Brent Turnbulls, Cathy Musgraves...and more than that, there would always be the Charlie Hoffmans of the world.
But she had to try somehow. There had to be a way out of the twisted world that had trapped her, and Amantha took a vow that she was going to find it, and fight her way back into the sunlight of normalcy.
But even as she made the vow, she could once again...could see the muscular naked bodies of Brent and Buzz, and she fantasized the entire football team like that...even an entire stadium filled with beautiful, naked teenage boys. She shuddered in lewd excitement and felt her heart begin to pound. Oh God! Somewhere she'd find a young boy who would love her...one she could trust.. .
