The Sydney was similar to most apartment houses in suburban Northern California. It was faded brick, cube-shaped, and set back from the quiet residential Green Street by a row of eucalyptus trees and flat, tired grass. In the back was a small circular swimming pool, shielded by a redwood fence and high, protective shrubs, and all the apartments with their small balconies faced it for what the management termed "informal and gracious living." The Sydney was one of the most reasonably priced rentals in San Menton, and as a result, it mainly catered to young couples with children, retired pensioners, and school teachers. Curiously enough, considering the low rates and the fact this was California, there was only one divorcee living there - a thirty-two year old piano teacher by the name of Mrs. Shirley Jackson.
Most of the men in the building had, at one time or another, attempted to interest Shirley Jackson in a little romancing. Despite being over thirty, she was exceptionally firm-breasted, slim-waisted, and sensually blonde-haired - a provocative combination guaranteed to give dreams of illicit sex to even old Elisha Loire, the septuagenarian custodian. However, they had all been repulsed gently but firmly, and in fact, no man had ever been seen in her company on a social basis. Some of the wives had been suspicious of so beautiful a single woman temptingly near their husbands, but soon they became catty by Shirley's very avoidance of men, perhaps due to jealousy for her continual beauty. Eventually they lost interest as a couple of years passed and new things came along to gossip about, and Shirley never changed her habits. She went on playing on balmy nights, and taught her students on her apartment's smaller spinet, and was always gracious and courteous...
But there was that coolness toward men which never dissipated. It was wary defensiveness, almost as if Shirley were afraid one of them might suddenly attack her without warning ... rip her clothes off against her will ... maybe even rape her . ..
On this particular spring morning, the weather was a bit nippy with the last remaining gusts of winter. The bedroom window was open a crack for fresh air, and the slight breeze coming in rustled the flowers on the bureau and rippled across the thin blanket which covered the piano teacher. Shirley turned on the bed, squinting and shielding her eyes from the brightness of the sun which played over her face, her long, satiny blonde hair cascading over the pillow and forming a soft cushion for her head.
She knew it was time to get up and dress, and* that if she didn't, she would be late for her first lesson of the day. It was Saturday, her busiest time, and young Larry Dempsey would be waiting, one of the very few students who actually seemed to enjoy practicing. After another few moments, she stretched languidly, yawning, and then kicked the sheet aside and stood up.
She ran her fingers through her hair, resigned to the idea she must start to work, and padded barefoot out of the small bedroom and across the hall to the bathroom. She was wearing a rumpled pair of baggy pajamas, as she had every night since her divorce from Douglas Jackson some three years before. Sleeping naked made her feel dirty somehow, as though it were a wanton and immoral flaunting of her flesh, and a soft, filmy negligee reminded her too acutely that she was supposedly a woman underneath. The pajamas were appropriate for her, she thought; they were as free of anything sexual as she was internally.
Shirley put the stopper in the tub and ran water into it, testing the temperature as she adjusted the handles. When it was just as she liked it, warm to the touch, she unbuttoned the pajamas quickly, placing them on top of the clothes hamper. While waiting for the tub to fill, she glanced at herself critically in the full length mirror attached to the back of the bathroom door.
"I've a good body," she murmured under her breath. "I really do. But it hasn't brought me happiness, not ever. I might as well be an ugly hag. Perhaps it would be better if I were ..."
She swept the long blonde hair from her shoulders, and studied the creamy white skin of her breasts with their marbled and blue-veined transluscence, their pink areolae making large, perfect accents for her rounded, ridged nipples. She raised her arms over her head in the classic nude pose and stretched her breasts taut, standing that way for a long moment as her eyes traveled across the mirror's reflection. She moved her eyes down across the flat plane of her belly and past the tiny outline of her navel, down to the curly blonde fleeciness of her pubic triangle which highlighted the pink fullness of her softly molded vaginal lips. She could see the tiny tip of her clitoris peeking out from the crested valley of her vagina in almost child-like shyness.
She pirouetted lightly, examining the dimpling flesh of her thighs and buttocks, and recalled with a blush the many whistles and leers she'd received whenever she would wear anything tight or revealing. Then she became aware of a wafting cloud of steam, and realized that the tub was full. She hurredly shut off the faucets and stepped in, feeling the warm water envelope her as she slowly sank down, and fill her with a lethargic contentment as she stretched out full length with her head touching the rear lip of the porcelain. Yes, she had to admit as she saw the contours of her naked body before her, that she was still a good-looking woman. She was naturally proud of this - and yet, she mused in a way it was the reason behind her troubles. If she had been born a plain-Jane, none of her problems would have happened, and she would probably be happily married with children as most of her school chums were now. None of them had ever been cursed with being wanted for their beauty alone. Nor had they had ever been watched as closely by their parents under the misguided prejudice that any girl as sensuous looking as she had been, had to be automatically wicked. All of her friends had to give something else to attract their husbands - something from within ... and that particular something had been choked to death inside of her by what she was on the surface. The lazy effect the water was producing allowed her to relax ... to ponder as she had so many times in the past the terrible problems of having a beauty like hers ...
Shirley had been brought up very strictly, a product of a Mid-Western Baptist family. Her brothers and sisters were all straight-laced, stern people to this day, scandalized by her divorce even though she had never been a wild person herself. Even as a high school girl she had dated very little, and then always under the apprehensive eyes of her parents, who would much rather have had her practicing the piano for hymn-fests.
Shirley had hated the clinically detailed sex talk of her girl friends, and would often find excuses to leave their company when they would relate how good this or that boy was in making love. She could still remember her shocked horror at seeing the momento her best friend Lisa Kurtz had shown her - a tied rubber of semen, her latest boy friend's testament of manhood.
And the boys, carrying the pubic hairs of their girls in their wallets. And their heavy, beer-laden breath and groping, farm-calloused hands clutching her ripening thighs and breasts. She had never succumbed to any of them, never allowing anything more than heavy kissing, but no matter how she tried to convince her father and mother of her chastity, they always suspected she was laying any boy she was with for over five minutes. Time and time again, it was drummed into her that sex was evil, only barely tolerable when married.
Then along came Doug. Douglas Jackson was louder, brasher, more cocky than any boy she had ever met. He didn't walk, he strutted. He would throw back his head and bark laughter, especially at anything obscene. He billed himself as the Man with the Biggest, claiming there wasn't a girl around who wouldn't beg for the chance to spread her legs for him. He looked upon Shirley as a challange, and Shirley looked up on him as the personification of everything her parents had warned her to avoid. But she was fascinated with him as a child is by fire, and couldn't stay away, despite his filthy and coarse habits and his grasping, lion-like attacks upon her virginity.
No matter how many times he attempted to get into her panties, she always managed to draw the line. This was the part that drove Douglas to distraction. He had come so close to possessing that luscious body of hers so many times, and had been left in frustration so many times, that his control had been destroyed entirely. It got to the point where nothing else mattered to him than to have her ... and the only way to have her was to marry her. Shirley's parents were delighted with the idea, wanting some man, any man, to make an "honest woman" of their daughter. Before either Shirley or Doug were entirely aware of what they were getting into, they had walked up the aisle and were in a hotel room on their honeymoon night.
All that ran through Doug's mind that first time together was that at last she was his! The piled-up frustrations of their dating and engagement were over; she had been stressing the need of a ceremony all these months and now legally he could fuck her! It was just too much to waste time over! Doug ripped at his clothing, thrusting his shirt and pants from him in reckless disregard. The shoes were thrown across the room, and then he was dropping his underpants, his heavy thick penis growing and expanding until it looked to his bride as though it were ready to burst. She had never seen a man's penis before, and certainly never one that was in a high state of erection, and the turgid, blood-quivering pole which stood out from her new husband's loins had made her cringe in her wedding negligee.
Douglas reached down and stroked his massive cock, making thrusts with his pelvis in a lewd caricature of copulation. "Like me, darling?" she could still hear ringing from his lips, though now it seemed to have occurred centuries ago.
There had been no verbal response from her, her throat dry and constricted as she continued to stare at him with mounting dread. She knew what was going to happen, that she was going to be violated. Doug was going to use her as his sexual receptacle, for gratification of his own burning lusts and nothing more! She raised her legs defensively and shrank back on the bedspread, whimpering helplessly to herself.
Doug ignored his bride's fear and rejection. He reached for her, a deep growl erupting from his throat as he pulled her roughly to him, ripping away her thin, sheer negligee as though it were tissue paper.
"Be gentle, Douglas! Oh please be gentle with me!" her voice resounded through the stark hotel room as he held her down with one hand and ran the other greedily over the ripe contours of her resisting young body. He cruelly kneaded her ripe succulent breasts and dropped his mouth to the budding nipples to chew hungrily at their tips.
"No! N-noooo, not this way! Not if you love me, not this way, Doug!" she pleaded, but the words fell on deaf ears. She was imprisoned on the bed by his heavy tensed chest, her long blonde hair thrashing helplessly from side to side, her face contorted in pain and terror. She pleaded more until the sounds became nothing but incoherent murmurs of jumbled words. It was then that he fucked her for the first time.
He rolled on top of her, catching her naked body as her long slender legs scissored out in one last desperate attempt to escape his brutal ravishment. His hips fell heavily between the full wide-splayed thighs, pinning her jerking buttocks tightly to the bed. The soft blonde curls of her pubic hair brushed teasingly against his throbbing cock, inciting him to incoherent mumblings of crazed uncontrollable lust. ..
The recollection of her first savage impalement flickered tormentingly through Shirley's mind as she lay back in the tub of water, a symbol of everything which had befallen her before or since . . . Doug's knees were holding hers wide apart on the honeymoon bed, and he was grinding his pelvis hard into her squirming, defenseless loins in his furious search to reach that goal which had eluded him for so long . . . and then suddenly he found it, and he jammed his hardened penis between the tender fleshy lips of her virginal pussy with a brutal cry of victory. He flicked his hips forward, shoving all of his thick, long cock into her quivering cuntal hole and skewering her protective hymen like a sword through a rosebud. Shirley cried out and whipped her legs in a vain effort to escape, but it only made matters worse for her. Her new husband stroked harder and farther up inside her belly, his rock-hard erection splitting her warm, yielding cunt without mercy or thought of possible harm.
"Ohhh God, Douglas! Please . . . Please stop!" she groaned in pain and anguish. "I can't take it! Ohhh . . . you're hurting me! Ohhhh God!"
Harder and faster Douglas went, a crazed bull of a lover uncaring for anything except that finally his prick was fucking this perfect body beneath him! Their genitals crashed together with resounding slaps, colliding with sadistic repetition. Shirley's belly churned in repulsion as this man whom she had thought had loved her drubbed on like some rutting beast, sinking the full extent of his incited hardness all the way to her tender cervix. She whimpered hopelessly, a futile gesture which only seemed to excite Doug more. He locked his mouth to hers as the sperm began to rise in his testicles, and he mashed her breasts to his chest and pushed her shoulders back. He forced his hands under the white trembling cheeks of her buttocks, pulling them up tightly to meet him still more, his testicles screwing tightly down into the wide split crevice of her ass.
Shirley wailed loudly as she was plundered almost beyond endurance. This was madness! It was every bit as awful as her mother had warned her it would be! Dear God, how could any woman ever desire to a man to rape her this way? Her arms were pinned down to her sides, and she could feel the burgeoning cock of her new husband ramming up and down inside her inflamed cuntal channel like a red-hot iron cudgel. .. until at last, thankfully, Doug reached his climax.
Wildly he thrust his tongue in her mouth, and his penis flaired with sudden hugeness as the semen amassed inside of it. The hot white cream burst into Shirley's cringing pussy like great waves of lava, flooding the already overfilled cavern of her swollen vagina. Doug burrowed into his bride a few more times in an effort to milk his balls completely empty, and his ejaculating penis continued to send out its torrent of cum until the base of his cock and the bedspread beneath her buttocks were saturated with his seminal over-flow.
Shirley jerked her legs out to the full width, convulsing and quaking. "Ooooohaag!" she cried unintelligibly with his tongue still in her mouth. And then, before she had recovered from his rapacious attack upon her, Douglas was fucking her again, venting his lust over and over inside her groaning body, flooding her belly again and again with the volcanic seed of a year's frustrated waiting and hoping.
How long or how many times he fucked her, she could not remember. She had been an unconscious being in another world the rest of her wedding night, awakening the next morning physically ravaged and mentally shattered. And though Douglas apologized over a subdued breakfast, he subsequently took her the same fashion whenever he had the urge to make love to his wife. Make love? No - to pummel her, to subconsciously punish her for all those frustrating months she had avoided his advances.
The next seven years of marriage were hellish for Shirley. She tried to be a good wife, and perhaps if she had become pregnant they would have stayed together for the sake of their child. But no baby came, and never did she become eager for his panting thrusts and surging orgasms. Her ingrown repulsion of that first night in bed, coupled with her mother's nagging advice about the sins of the flesh, made even talking of their sexual difficulties impossible. Life became worse and worse, filled with constant fights and bickerings .. . Douglas couldn't understand his wife's abhorrence of sex, and felt sexually inadequate for the first time in his life. Shirley was beside herself with her own fears and frigidity, hostile not only to her husband but eventually even to herself. It was a poisonous affair. Eventually the end came, over a morning much the same as this one, when Douglas had slammed down his cereal spoon and coldly told her:
"I want a divorce, you cold-cunted prune. I want to be free so I can find a real woman ..."
For ten minutes Shirley Jackson relaxed in the tub of warm water, torturing herself with those morbid thoughts of the past. She had been divorced six years now ... six long, lonely years without a man, without a love to keep her warm. She tried to blank her mind to all but the soothing water and the sounds of the gentle ripples against her, but her mind continued to dwell upon her long-gone husband. There had been many things wrong with Douglas as a man and a lover, but intuitively she realized that much of the blame had to rest on her own shoulders. Or rather, she thought with a grim little smile, between her legs. If only she could respond to a man the way a normal woman should! She had often allowed herself to imagine what it might feel like, letting a man make love to her willingly and enjoying it, wanting it ... needing it! Fantasy was wonderful because she could let herself go, dream anything she desired, and it never hurt the way reality did.
So as Shirley lay naked in the bath water, her mind began to recreate the scene vividly, and she could see herself in her mind's eye with Douglas again. As a camera might focus its lense on the prurient activities of their love-making, she began imagining what she and Doug would have looked like in bed together, a nakedly writhing, eager couple . . .
His thick, long penis was in view now, only this time she desired it inside of her. . .
Her stomach tingled with a series of fluttering sensations as the arousing images of her ex-husband making tender, desirable love to her filtered through her mind. Yes . . . Doug was on top of her, his naked body pressing down upon hers, his breath hot upon her face as his erect penis slid wetly up inside the warm, welcoming hole of vaginal flesh . . . Dreamily she allowed her mind to think of how it would feel, and feel it she did. She looked down at her breasts and saw their nipples growing hard, jutting up from the gently floating globes of her breasts like mountain peaks on some lonely Pacific atoll. A tender aching began between her legs from her imaginings, in spite of knowing she would experience horror and revulsion if it were truly happening to her again. She moved her hand from the side of the tub and touched her breasts, and the contact of her fingers intensified the throbbing in her vagina. Her entire body quivered beneath the tepid water . . .
"Ohhhhhh fuck me, darling. . . Fuck me, fuck me goooddddd..." Her mental pleadings reverberated through the sexually denied piano teacher, just as if she were actually saying them. "Yes, that's it. . . fuck me with that nice hard cock of yours, Douglas. . . fuck me the way I should be fucked. . .- ahhhhh!"
A wave of shame made Shirley flush a violent crimson. She recognized what was happening to her, knew that she was beginning to submit to the only form of sexual release she had ever been able to enjoy. She lifted her other hand from the edge of the tub and began to massage her breasts slowly and rhythmically. She knew it was sinful to masturbate, but what else could she do since she couldn't seem to respond to a man? Alone, without the fearful presence of a man and his full-sized penis, she could find satisfaction from the ever-present frustrations that would well up in her loins against her will. And when she was by herself, knowing she could safely drift into a dream world of fantasy, she could allow herself to let go of all her inhibitions and rejections . .. When she'd been married to Douglas and masturbated, or since then when overcome by her loneliness, she imagined as she was imagining now . . . that her fingers were a large penis instead, bringing her the wonderful sensations . . . Yes . . . There was only her urgency now, her need for release from the intense arousal of her body by the salacious dreaming of her mind's imagination . . .
Shirley arched her back, raising her hips off the tub bottom, her belly and the soaking curl-covered mound of her vagina out of the water. She braced her body by pressing the soles of her feet on the porcelain, and then lifted her left leg out of the water and hooked it over the side of the tub, opening wide the soft, fluted edges of her tremblingly eager cunt. Still she massaged her wildly throbbing breasts, teasing the nipples between thumb and forefinger until they throbbed like things alive.
She shivered in obscene delight as she continued to dream of Doug's full-sized cock possessing her instead of her hands . . . Yet still his penis was too large! Too much of an adult's! Slowly, even as she could imagine his large male erection throbbing inside the fleshy walls of her sensitive vagina, her brain began to change the image . . . alter it into a new, more erotic dream whose very depravity only stimulated her further . . . Now in her mind, Douglas' penis was becoming smaller . . . more slender ... safer . .. until she could imagine his stiffened thrustings up between her warmly wet thighs were with an erection the size of a teenager's hardened penis!
God! To dream of being fucked by a young boy! How utterly depraved of her! And yet, the very image of those slim hips driving a hard virile cock deep into her cuntal hole were tantalizingly arousing to her. It would be the way she could entirely give herself to her passions, for then she could no longer have to fear a giant hardness battering her defenseless flesh ... or dread the pain of a brutal man's attack. The lewd idea of an eager, inexperienced child half her age or less, bucking nakedly above her welcoming body excited her to a fever pitch, and she groaned in exquisite surrender to the salacious sensations suddenly burning through the raw nerve-endings of her flesh. God, it was so obscene! But what difference did it make? She wasn't really making love to a teenaged boy, only fantasizing about it, and that didn't hurt anybody ... ah ... a fresh adolescent was spearing his slender young cock deep up inside her moist pink cunt now, and it was feeling like heaven!
"Ohhhhhh, you little darling!" Shirley moaned out loud in the privacy of her bathroom, unable to stand it a second longer. Her right hand dropped down between her wide-splayed thighs, and she gentled her finger into the moist flesh. Oh, but the generated passions were so very soft, so very good! She manipulated the tender hairlined inner lips until she could feel them swelling with the rush of blood, and her clitoris rigid and tingling. Her index finger came into electric contact with the trembling little bud, and she began to gasp with total abandonment as she felt her orgasm beginning to approach. Her hips thrashed the bath water and her hand squeezed her breast, releasing it only to squeeze harder and her other hand rubbed faster and faster across her sensitive clit. Ohhhh, it was so exciting, to dream of being fucked half to death by a young teenaged boy!
Yes, yes . .. she could see him now, his taut, flat belly and hairless loins quivering with expectancy as he arched over her spread-eagled body. . . Yes, yes, and now his slender, immature penis was between her vaginal lips, pumping eagerly in and out of her cunt, and she was not afraid ... He was so innocent and naive, his undeveloped muscles straining from his newly-discovered sexual prowess. And she was teaching him, seducing him step by step with all the things Douglas had taught her with his big, heavy male body . .. giving the youth the lessons necessary to play her naked flesh as he would a musical instrument. . . ahhhhh, and the duet they could play together!
"Yes, darling child . .. Yes, sweet little one, fuck me, fuck me as I've always wanted ..." The moving picture in her mind of her adolescent lover drove her on heedlessly now, and she rocked in the tub, screwing her fingers deeper into her clasping cunt. She could mentally imagine the boy's slender erection butting maddeningly into her, sinking through her soft pubic hair in his burst of teenaged energy. And he would cum inside her belly, cum with his virile fresh semen ...
The older woman felt herself growing taut with impending orgasm. Her eyes tightly clenched shut, her cunt milking around her fingers as though they were her imaginary lover's youthful hardness, she masturbated harder and faster, waiting for him to cum .. . cum . . . cum . .. Then:
"Oh, Mrs. Jackson, I'm cumming now!" she could hear a high-pitched boy's voice cry out in her head. "I'm cumming!
And then Shirley was cumming! She was there, experiencing her orgasm like a woman possessed by a demon!
Her hips flailed frantically at the water, beating it to a froth as wave after wave of intense, bursting release seized her. Pin wheels of light in kaleidoscopic colors appeared in the back of her eyes and she stifled a cry of pleasure so acute as to be painful. Her orgasm burst inside of her, and then as it must, it began to recede. Her buttocks sank to the porcelain bottom of the tub and her hand finally stilled, though remaining across her cuntal valley. She lay there in the water, not moving, her eyes tightly shut and her chest rising and falling spasmodically, sanitity slowly filtering back to her mind. The images of her little lover faded away gradually, like wispy gossamers of obscene fog.
And in their place came the feeling of mortification. She hung her head, ashamed for her prurient actions. What on earth had taken hold of her senses to imagine a young boy naked and making love to her? But it was useless to chastise herself for her moment of weakness. She couldn't go back and erase the obscene and demoralizing thoughts of a child half her age mating with her. She would simply have to watch her thoughts more closely in the future, that's all ... But, she had to admit as she climbed out of the tub, the idea had been damnably arousing .. . !
Half an hour later, Shirley closed the door to her apartment and walked down the hall to the stairs. She felt invigorated and refreshed from her masturbation in the bathtub and she breathed the crisp spring air with a new lease on life.
A brightness and warmth lifted her spirits, and the recollection of her divorce from Douglas faded from her mind. Surely she would find a way to straighten out her problems and become a real woman and good wife for a man someday soon. And it would be for a man, not a teenager! Daydreaming while masturbating about having a boyish student make love to her had been wickedly exciting, but that was as far as it would go. She would never actually molest one of her own piano students, for example. Lord, what a lewd, immoral idea! It would, could not, ever happen!
Yet for some strange, inexplicable reason, the older woman found herself feeling a slight sense of uneasiness as she walked out of the apartment house to her car. Precisely because her newly discovered idea was so totally depraved and disgraceful, it seemed to tease her subconsciously ... to tempt her despite her firm and dedicated resolve . ..
Chapter Two
Little Larry Dempsey lived with his parents and older brother Fred in a small frame house on the other side of San Martin. As she feared, Shirley Jackson was late for her piano lesson with him, and drove speedily across town, under the expressway, and up the hill which led to the tract development where the Dempsey's house was situated. The house itself was nestled behind a large trellis of roses and Burmese honey-suckle, a cool cream-color with chocolate brown trim.
The piano teacher parked her car down the block a ways, there being no space available nearer the Dempsey's, and hurried back up the street. She recognized some of the neighbors and waved to them as she passed, and their young children yelled and ran around the yards like helter-skelter monkeys. When she reached the Dempsey house, she turned and went up the concrete path to the front porch, the top of her head barely missing the just-budding green vines. She rang the door bell, and as she waited for somebody to answer, she glanced over at the driveway which ran alongside the house. She saw that it was empty of the family stationwagon, and even sixteen year old Frank's old Chevy hot-rod was gone. She was just beginning to wonder if anyone at all was home, when the door opened and fourteen year old Larry greeted his music teacher with a large smile.
"Hello, Mrs. Jackson," Larry said, stepping aside so she could enter.
"I'm sorry I'm late," she said. "I was awfully busy. I ... had my hands full this morning." The Freudian slip of tongue almost caused her to blush, and she clutched the black leather music satchel with both hands, suddenly nervous. "I mean, I was all tied up."
"Oh, that's all right," Larry responded cheerily, "I wasn't doing anything special." He led the way through the living room and into the den, which had been converted into a playroom for him and his brother. "Everybody's gone right now. Dad had to work, and Mom went shopping. I'm not sure where Frank is, but he left just before you came, with his buddy Kirby. You know Kirby, don't you?"
"Yes," Shirley said somewhat curtly, for indeed, she did know Kirby Murdock. Kirby was a lumbering boy of Frank's age, with a rotten, bully-like temper and a stupid disposition.
Kirby's mother had once hired Shirley to teach the boy, on the pretense that "music soothes the savage beast," but it had been a miserable failure from the beginning. Sullen and indifferent, the boy had refused to cooperate, losing his sheet music, never practicing, and generally wasting his parent's money and his teacher's time. After three months of frustration, Shirley had gone to Mrs. Murdock and resigned, stating the reasons in no uncertain terms. She learned later that Kirby's father had taken a belt to him for it, a punishment which strained relations whenever she and the teenager happened to cross paths. She was, therefore grateful that Larry's brother had left with Kirby, and was not here to disrupt the lesson.
Frank Dempsey was, unfortunately, more like Kirby than he was like his brother. Small for his age, he had to prove his masculinity by consistently being a show-off and pest. He teased Larry unmercifully about his music lessons, and from what Larry had told her off and on, Shirley got the impression that Frank was in hot water over something or other at least once a week.
Larry Dempsey was, for Shirley, one of those rare boys who make all the sacrifice and trouble worthwhile. He was smart and capable, quiet and studious, and it had always seemed a shame to the older woman that he was around the influence of his brother and friends like Kirby Murdock. Larry was tall and lean, a brown-haired youth with a cherubic, freckled face with dimples, and engaging smile, and a feline grace about him that made him outstanding in athletics. He would grow to be an exceptionally handsome man, she knew, but there was more about him that was intriguing than merely his physical characteristics. He had an innate charm and graciousness that was never pretentious or prissy, a certain "animalism" which would bowl over the girls later on when he became old enough to date. It was no wonder that his brother Frank tried to put him down constantly, naturally jealous of a younger brother who had so much more a personality than himself.
"What would you like me to begin with, Mrs. Jackson?" Larry asked as they crossed the den to the piano. It was an old Chickering, the pride and joy of his mother's, having been in her family since the turn of the century. It was out of place in this house, but its massive blonde wood and scrolled baby-grand box were so majestic, and its tone so beautiful, that nobody would willingly part with it if at all possible.
Shirley lovingly ran her hand across its glossy finish. "Well, you know we have the Children's Concert coming up next week, Larry. Have you been practicing for it?"
"Oh, yes! An hour every day, first on scales, then on Bartok and the other piece you taught me last month, and then on the selection for the concert, Beethovan's Moonlight Sonata."
"Then why don't you give me a little private concert?" she said, sitting down on a chair next to the keyboard. "A few scales, either the Bartok or the other, and then the Sonata? "
"Gee, that would be fine, Mrs. Jackson," Larry said. He took his place at the piano stool, which was, unfortunately, not the one which went with the piano originally. He began to run through the scales, starting a middle C, and then going through them all, black and white keys both, two octaves at a time.
Larry's older music teacher listened with half an ear. She had heard the scales so many times in her thirty-two years that she could play them in her sleep, but she preferred her pupils to begin with them as a warming-up exercise to limber their fingers for the other tunes they would play. And Shirley wanted to have Larry play at his best this morning, for it would be the last time she'd be able to help him before the concert. Next Saturday's lesson would really be too late for any meaningful corrections, since the concert was to be that night, only a few hours afterwards.
The Children's Concert was her own creation, and she not only wanted Larry to play his best for it, but wanted it to be a great success for all her pupils. After years of teaching piano, a means of income she'd fallen back on after her divorce from Douglas, she had discovered that while parents love to have their children take lessons, they aren't especially interested in hearing other boys and girls do their selections. And after having listened day and night to then-darlings practicing a particular piece of music, they weren't overly enthusiastic about getting dressed up to drive someplace and hear it all over again. Hence, the usual form of recital had always proven a disappointment for Shirley and her students. This concert, on the other hand, was entirely reserved for the children alone. No parents allowed, which naturally appealed to her pupils and brought something of a sigh of relief from their parents. Other boys and girls could come if they wished, though none older than high-school age, the age of her students. But mostly she hoped for a large turnout of her own charges playing for one another in a spirit of fun and comradeship and friendly competition.
After young Larry had done his scales, he at once began to play some of the simpler Hungarian folk songs by Bela Bartok, which are an excellent, sprightly variation to the usual classical selections. The fourteen year old student obviously liked their vigor, and played the three which he'd learned with gusto and zest. Shirley watched him more closely now, only interrupting occasionally, as the boy obviously knew them well. The older woman couldn't help studying him as she did so, his dark-haired features a fresh and vibrant contrast to the warm, mellowed ivory and wood of the keyboard. She saw how erect and yet relaxed he was as he sat on the unsteady round stool, and a tiny shiver of attraction spontaneously rippled up along her spine. My Lord, he was a handsome child! she thought subconsciously. The way little Larry was right that moment, slightly silhouetted by the curtained window beside him, why ... why he vaguely reminded Shirley of her erotic dreams earlier this morning!
A quick flash of remembered fantasies while she had masturbated in the bathrub brought the mature piano teacher abruptly upright. She sucked in her breath from the shock of her indecent thoughts, and mentally chastised herself again, doubly so this time for having such lewd and debasing ideas about so innocent a youth. She glanced away, burning with sudden shame, but still she was uncontrollably aware that his virile body was less than two feet away from her. She could almost feel the warmth of his adolescent virility pulsing out to her from the smooth, developing muscles working beneath his thin striped shirt and tight cotton twill pants. God! What was she thinking? Now thoroughly alarmed by her unwanted but erotically enticing reveries, Shirley interrupted the boy, intent on changing her train of indecent thoughts.
"Larry," she cut in, halting his playing. "I ... I believe that will be quite enough of Bartok. You .. . you know the songs very well. Play something else now."
"What would you like, Mrs. Jackson?"
"I ... I don't care," she said, oddly breathless and chagrined at her peculiar condition. "Anything. Anything you want."
She smiled encouragingly at the lad, and for a long moment neither of them said a word. They just continued to look at one another as if lost in indecision. Shirley squirmed uneasily in her chair, increasingly mortified by the way she couldn't break her eyes from his lithe, slender figure on the unbalanced stool. Worse, she sensed that she was beginning to imagine Larry's own gaze was immodestly staring at her full-grown, mature body. His eyes were almost a solid touch upon her flesh, seeming to roam eagerly over her firm, rounded breasts and the inviting curves of her thighs and legs.
Nervously, the older woman crossed her legs as if to protect her pubic area from young Larry's scrutiny, and when she did so, the boy felt his breath freeze in his throat. Man! Mrs. Jackson is sure stacked! the teenager thought unconsciously as he watched her. His teacher was wearing a real short skirt this morning, almost a mini-skirt, and cripes! she sure had the legs for it! And the swell of her hips . .. that wasn't baby fat like on some of the girls he knew at school, but nice, firm flesh, woman's flesh .. . just like those titties were that stuck out from her pale green blouse like pointed headlights! He bet her bobbies would stand up just the same way without a brassiere on and not hang down like his mother's did. Just the mere thought of her naked breasts made his pecker tingle with excitement! He'd always had a secret desire to see Mrs. Jackson naked, and then show her he was grown-up enough for her. His penis was nearly raw from beating off while thinking of her wanting him ... but he knew deep down that she'd just laugh and call it puppy-love. Heck, what would a grown-up lady like Mrs. Jackson want with a fourteen year old kid, when she could have all the men she'd want?
Ashamed at his lewd thoughts, the boy quickly averted his face, and stammered in his high-pitched voice: "I ... I'll play C'oq a Vin, that little French piece."
"That. . . That will be fine, Larry," Shirley's fingers were now clutching the cloth fabric of her chair, her nerves taught with a sense of apprehension and arousal. C'oq a Vin . . . C'oq a Vin, her unsettled mind turned over and over the title as he began to play the tune . . . C'oq a Vin . . . C'oq . . . cok.. . cock. .. Cock! What kind of cock did darling Larry have? Slender and no doubt hairless all around it with his immaturity ... Four to five inches long when hard, she figured; that sounded right for a boy of his age .. . Shirley could almost visualize it now, standing rigidly erect, quivering with his eagerness and inexperience .. .The thought of his erect penis made her throb in the pit of her belly, and she sensed a beginning heat teasing her loins as though she were melting inside. Yes, melting that giant iceburg of frigid unresponse ...
Dear God! What was she allowing to happen to her? She was reacting crazily to this youth! She was supposed to become excited by a man, by Douglas . . . not by a boy less than half her age! Again she recalled lying in her bathrub and thinking about a teenager like Larry fucking her, and how she had almost gone out of her mind with the obscene idea while she masturbated. She blushed slightly at the guilt flickering through her conscience, and squirmed her buttocks deeper into the cushion of the chair, the edge brushing up against the soft swelling of her vagina beneath her thin white panties. She involuntarily gasped at the electric contact and the more unexpected thrill it had produced, her pulse quickening against her will. A boy ... a mere fourteen year old child was doing this to her! Dear God, she had to get hold of herself!
Desperately she shot upright out of the chair, intent on escaping the strange and inexplicible sensations that were thrilling her flesh. She could feel a tremor of passion deep down between her thighs even while she stood trembling, watching the boy as he stopped playing and looked up at her in startlement. She realized with shame and torment that she was maddeningly gripped with the lewd temptation to reach out and caress the flat curve of Larry's youthful belly where it disappeared inside of his trousers! Lord, she was all but talking herself into seducing him! The consequences of such a lewd, corrupting act were all to clear, even to her highly agitated state of mind, and she squeezed her legs tightly together in an effort to cease the forbidden sensations that were pulsating between her thighs.
"What ... What's the matter, Mrs. Jackson?" Larry asked apprehensively. "What's wrong?"
Shirley blinked her eyes, trying not to allow the still smoldering embers of the fire her masturbating fantasies had lit within her to grow any more heated than they already were. Tell him I must leave, her tortured mind demanded. Tell him I'm sick, I forgot something at home ... anything! Anything at all! Yet haplessly, the older woman realized that she could not hide a curt brush-off behind some phony excuse. Larry would see right through it, and she knew he'd be hurt and possibly hate her for the unexplainable lie. She couldn't do that to him, much less risk the ruination of her Children's Concert next week. But she couldn't possibly tell him the truth, either! She had to find a way of regaining her self-control and fight this horrid impulse through to the end! She had to! �
Thickly, she answered the boy, "Nothing, Larry. I ... I thought I saw a mouse, and it scared me."
"A mouse? Where?"
"It was silly of me." She tried to laugh, but it came out forced and hollow. "There wasn't any. It was just a shadow."
With a suddenness born of anguish, Shirley reached toward the sheet music on the piano stand, saying, "Now how about the Sonata? " In her impulsiveness, she accidently bumped against Larry on the rickity stool, and she gasped unwittingly as the pliant firmness of one breast brushed teasingly against his hairless young cheek. Her involuntary caress made the youth all the more conscious of her lush, womanly form, and in his own attempt to break the prurient spell, he reached up to get the musical score for her. Doing so, he began to loose his balance on the teetering stool, its castors rolling on the slickly waxed flooring, and its top wobbling on the slim screw-support connecting it to the metal base.
"Watch out, Mrs. Jackson!" he blurted as he felt himself falling.
But Shirley, already feeling dizzy from the feel of the boy momentarily against her, lost her footing with him. "Oh!" she cried out, and together they swayed for a split second, and then tumbled to the floor. They dropped in a tangle of arms and legs, the stool skittering against the wall. Larry was unconsciously squirming between her open thighs and up against her panty-covered vaginal crevice before either of them was aware of how they had landed, Shirley clutching him tightly for support.
Because of his sprawled position, his firm, taut buttocks were the first part of him she involuntarily grasped, and the older woman could see the white waistband of the boy's undershorts peeking above the stretched belt-line of his pants. Her fingers slipped on his faded trousers, circling around until they nearly touched his crotch. Shirley could feel his leg muscles as they curved inward to form his developing genitals, and the thickness of his zipper fly creased against her skin. She sucked in her breath, feeling delicious sensations searing through her nerves. God, what on earth was happening to her senses?
"Gee, Mrs. Jackson, are you all right?" the boy said fearfully.
She couldn't seem to will her arms to let the youth free, their squalid position forgotten as her vagina tingled with moist flames of arousal.
"I'm fine, Larry," she managed to answer after a breathless moment. "Nothing's broken."
"Oh, Mrs. Jackson," Larry blurted out, trembling in her embrace. "You're so warm and soft!"
"Why, what a nice compliment to give, Larry."
"I mean it. Other ladies would be all mad at me, but you're not. You're the most wonderful woman I've ever known!"
"Thank you, Larry, and I ... I like you, too."
"You do?"
"Very much," she confessed, adding mentally: Too much, more than is healthy for either of us! Then she said, "But I think that we should get up now and continue with - "
Before she could finish the sentence, however, a strange mewl escaped from the young boy, and he suddenly threw his arms about the older woman and pressed his developing chest against her rounded breasts. His piano teacher gasped with surprise and struggled in his eager grip, but then just as abruptly, he lifted his shining face and kissed her full on the lips. His pressure was moist and soft and sensually alive on her mouth, his face grinding deliciously against hers in his immature zeal. His innocent desire for her only aroused Shirley more, and the feel of his trouser-covered virile penis against the softness of her lower belly incited her senses until they reeled.
An erotic picture formed in her mind at that moment ... of how he would look kissing her like this under the piano if he did not have any clothes on! With his delightfully straining penis naked and hard, sliding deep up inside her woman's vagina! Yes, and perhaps he would suck her nipples as he fucked into her with his adolescent lust.
No! I can't allow this! I can't even think this way! Horrified, Shirley renewed her struggled as she felt his lips leave hers, and his head rest gently between her brassiere-clad breasts.
"Please, Larry, don't..." she whimpered. "I ... I'm your teacher, Larry. This is wrong to do!"
"I'm sorry," he panted in response, his voice muffled by her blouse. "I just can't seem to help myself, Mrs. Jackson."
The boy released her and stared unhappily, humiliated for his brash, impulsive action. Shirley saw his eyes once more study her round, mature curves, and felt herself filled with an oddly immoral pride from his passionate staring. She could sense the aching hunger of before returning ever stronger, growing and flaming in her loins, licking upwards to harden the nipples of her breasts. She bit the soft flesh of her lower lip, determined to overcome the salacious temptations which her masturbation and then his kiss had irrevocably started within her belly. Her gaze accidently fell to the lap of his tight pants, and the sight of his crotch filled the aroused older woman with still greater desire which both thrilled and terrified her at the same time. Bulging out against the soft fabric was the clear, unmistakeable outline of his slender young penis! The boyish cock she had felt against her belly was straining the material, seeming to grow long and rigid even as she watched it! Oh no! The darling boy had an erection - an erection just for her! She had involuntarily excited him, and even if his immature mind didn't know what was happening, his virile body did! And the sight of it was driving her wild!
She clutched one leg of the piano for a second, trying miserably to collect her tattered emotions. Dear God, what had taken possession of her so thoroughly? A stupid question; she knew all too well what was the matter. She could feel the inflamed pink lips of her swollen vagina tingling madly against the soft silkiness of her white nylon panties. She could feel her pebble-hard nipples thrusting sensitively against the soft silkiness of her white nylon panties. She could feel her pebble-hard nipples thrusting sensitively against the clinging material of her straining brassiere as her full curving breasts heaved with the sweet agony of her ever-mounting lust for this innocent child. Oh God in heaven ... how she knew!
"I ... I'm sorry," was all the stricken boy could repeat after a long pause. "I guess I shouldn't have kissed you like that, Mrs. Jackson. Please don't be made at me. Please don't!"
"I ... I'm not, Larry. But we should be getting up off the floor now. What if your mother came home and found us under the piano this way?"
"She won't. She'll be gone for hours, and so will everybody else. We're all alone in the house, Mrs. Jackson."
All alone in the house. . . Shirley shivered from the subversive thought, knowing there was only herself and young Larry to stop her molesting desires which were now burning furiously in her loins. She had dreamed of a teenager like him making obscene love to her, and dear God, here he was! This beautiful youngster, eager and wanting, just as she wanted him, only he had the innocence not to realize what it was that was making his virile body harden with craving for her. He was only aware that there was something compelling him to hold her, kiss her, feast his eyes blatantly upon her as though already seeing her naked.
A savage thrill speared through the weaking woman's resolve as she felt a tremor of erotic response deep between her moist inner thighs. The little darling wanted to see her naked breasts and legs, and if only she had the lewd nerve to let him! She was filled with the perverted desire to stand up and take her clothes off right then and there, before his widened eyes; to strip right down to where he could see everything he wanted to ... even her secretion-wet vagina!
Damn! Oh damnation, she had to resist her unspeakably wicked impulses which were tugging at the very core of her being! This was horrible, she told herself. . . horrible and even perverted to lead on little Larry this way! Yet in spite of her sincere revulsion at her own animal lustings, the piano teacher felt another tremendous surge of salacious delight charging through her at the notion of possessing the youth. How easy it would be ... All she'd have to do is crook her finger and Larry would come begging like the eager student he was . .. and then . . . God, and then! She could feel herself trembling all over, her firm round buttocks quivering as she sat beneath the piano and attempted one last final time to gain control of her rapidly fleeing morality.
But it was too late. Too late! Too late even to feel remorse for the licking flames of indecent pleasure that were overcoming the moistened flesh of her warmly aroused cuntal slit. There was still a part of her mind which rebelled at the shameless immorality of her burgeoning needs, but a much more urgent voice was persuading her that she wanted this darling teenager more than she had ever wanted anything before in her life. And Larry wanted her just as desperately, that was obvious by the hardened outline in the front of his pants! How could she deny herself or the boy the forbidden pleasures they could enjoy together? God, she couldn't! It was too damned late to deny them!
Chapter Three
The piano teacher had to admit to herself that for the first time in her thirty-two years, she was feeling true sexual desire for a male. It seemed impossible to believe after fighting off her husband for seven years, and shamefully fingering herself for relief ever since her puberty when her frustrated urges became too strong to ignore. What did it matter if now it were with a fourteen year old boy? It didn't . . . Nothing mattered to Shirley Jackson except that at last she was a female in heat, crying for fulfillment! In a voice she hardly recognized as her own, the older woman turned to Larry and purred in a throaty tone:
"So you like kissing your music teacher? You like having her hold you tightly to her breasts? I'm not mad about that, dear boy ... . I'd never be mad over nice things like that!"
"Oh, Mrs. Jackson!" the teenager responded in a choking voice. Man, this didn't sound like her at all! He must be dreaming! "I ... I've never done a thing like that before!"
"Don't you have a nice little girl friend to kiss and hold, Larry?" Shirley cooed at him, gazing provocatively through the fringe of her eye-lashes and leaning closely to rub her full fleshy breast against his arm as if accidently. "Well, Larry, don't you?"
"N - no, Mrs. Jackson, I don't. Mom thinks I'm too young yet to take girls out."
"Oh, what a shame! But I don't think you're too young, sweet-heart." Once again Shirley scrutinized the crotch of his pants, and erotic fermentations singed up along her spine as she saw the slender, hardened bulge pressing against the material between his thighs. "I think you're quite big enough already," she added seductively. "And a girl friend, she could show you all sorts of things."
"She could?"
"Yes, Larry." Shirley reached out with her right arm and slowly encircled the unsuspecting boy around the waist. She sensed his youthful confusion as she felt his still-growing body tremble against her touch, but she drew him closer, his very innocence firing her passions all the more. "Yes, Larry, she would show you even more about kissing. She would lean forward until your lips met, like this ..."
The mature teacher flatted her breasts against the solidity of his heavily-beating chest, and then she kissed him. She kissed him as a lover might, tenderly and with open lips, her entire body quivering with her obscene desire to possess the boy. The moment she voluntarily kissed him, she knew she was totally defeated. Every nerve in her sensuously alive body reacted with spontaneous combustion, her ungovernable letchings for this delicious teenager overwhelming the last remaining restrainst in her mind. She could think of nothing but the satin feel of his moist tender lips against her pliant mouth. She raised her other hand and cradled his head tenderly, pushing his beardless face closer and pressing her lip-sticked mouth more firmly against his...
Oh! Oh cripes! Larry thought with spinning shock. Mrs. Jackson was kissing him just like they do in the movies, and holding him tightly against her titties! And crap! Now there was her tongue wedging in his mouth! Man, her frigging tongue was inside and it was the craziest feeling he could remember! He could feel his-pecker jerking in his underpants like it was on fire! He wriggled in her obscene embrace, trying to will his slender erection limp again so that she wouldn't see it and be angry. Sure as shit she'd be mad then! But his penis remained throbbingly blood-swollen and beating against the imprisonment of his pants ...
Then he felt his music teacher move away from his lips, and a disappointed emptiness filled him. He looked up to see her slowly getting up off the floor, her lovely mouth curved in an obscene smile of lust and her eyes gleaming licentiously, watching him closely to make sure he was catching every sensuous undulation she made. She tried to warn herself that what she was purposely doing was wrong ...that the corrupting of this child was against God's and man's law both, and could only lead to her eventual ruination and downfall. . . But her incensed demands were too fevered with lust for that hard young penis she could see trapped behind that thin layer of pants, her vows and promises feeble barriers that were swept aside as she stepped closer to the adolescent in seductive review. Her body's perverted needs were in control of her senses, forcing her to stand provocatively before the boy with her legs spread apart, her palms sliding down over the fullness of her breasts and then her thumbs hooking in the tight waistband of her short skirt.
"If you want me to, Larry," she said in a soft whisper, I'll teach you some of the other things a girl friend would show a sweet young boy like you ...
The now brilliantly red-faced teenager stared up at her wordlessly, the torment he was experiencing apparent in his expression. Cripes, he couldn't help it! His prick was jerking in his pants, just as though he were looking at those nudist magazines his brother Frank had hidden under his mattress! If Mrs. Jackson caught sight of his crotch, she'd stop being nice to him and go away! And man, what did she mean - other things?
"Don't you want me to?" she teased him, pouting mockingly.
"Y-Yeah, Mrs. Jackson," Larry swallowed. "Yeah, I do! You can teach me anything you like!"
"I'm sure I can, but it will be just for you and me, won't it? We wouldn't want a lot of other boys and girls to know, would we? And especially not your mother or father!"
"N-No, I won't tell anybody, Mrs. Jackson!"
The older woman sighed with relief at his promise of silence. "Good. I believe you'll keep your word, Larry darling. Now watch what your teacher does!"
The boy stared with ever-widening eyes as the mature figure of his music teacher swayed gracefully in front of him. Slowly, teasingly, she raised her hands back up her body to her breasts again, then higher to the first button of her blouse. She undid it, watching Larry's reaction to her lewd undressing.. . and then she unbuttoned the next one, and then the next.. . until her blouse was entirely undone, falling like soft curtains over each of her two brassiere-encased breasts. Larry felt his penis leap beneath his pants, his cock giving another jump as she shrugged her naked shoulders and the material gradually slid off, down her arms .. . With a flick of her wrists, the thin blouse fell completely free of her and fluttered to the floor.
"I'm undressing for you, dear boy," she cooed provacatively above him. "You want me to, didn't you? You've wanted to see your teacher naked all along, haven't you ... ?"
"Oh, Mrs. Jackson! Yes! Yes!" Larry blurted out uncontrollably, squirming on the floor. He tried not to stare immodestly at her beautiful breasts which were protruding like two melons from the tiny bra she wore, but it was impossible to keep his eyes averted. A real, live, fully grown woman stripping just for him! Cripes, this would never happen to him again! He wasn't even sure it was truly happening now!
Shirley moved with the lithe awareness of being fascinatedly viewed, and reveled in her lewd exhibition. She now unfastened the waistband buttons of her skirt, undid the side zipper, and wriggled her fleshy hips until it had worked down over her buttocks and dropped to her ankles. She stepped out of it and her shoes together, and stood wearing only her brassiere, panties, and panty-hose. The full rounded moons of her buttocks came even more tantalizing for the boy as she leaned over and began to roll each leg of her panty-hose down, pulling her legs up one at a time as she removed the thin, transparent veneer.
The now panting adolescent groaned with his burgeoning desire for the older woman. Man, he'd spied on his mother undressing before, but it had never been sexy like this! He pressed against his aching hardness with one hand for relief, feeling his young cock slide up flat against his belly until it almost seemed to reach his navel! He'd never had a hard-on like this before in his life! It felt as if it could shatter like glass at any second!
"How red your face is, darling boy! Haven't you seen a girl like this before?"
"N - No, never! I mean ... at the beach in a bikini, maybe, but not in bra and panties like you, Mrs. Jackson!"
"Oh, that's right. I forgot you don't have a girl friend," she chuckled meaningfully. "But you do now, Larry. You have me ..."
The insane desires which had been building to a fever pitch inside her were flaming her almost naked flesh to a white-hot passion, and she knew that she had to possess this cherubic student of hers at all cost! God, she had to! The volcanic fire of molesting need were overwhelming any vestige of reasoning or morality!
The boy struggled with his own inner torment as his avid eyes stayed glued to her panty-covered cuntal slit only a few inches from his face. Cripes, the thin material was almost transparent, and pulled so tight over her hips as to outline her fleshy round vaginal lips and show the curliness of her blonde pubic hair! She was nearly killing him with her strip-tease, and now . .. now she was taking off her bra!
Larry sucked in his breath as his teacher leaned forward and unclasped her thin white halter. She pulled it free and her large full breasts swung into heady view, their ripe pink nipples perking out from the tip of the ivory globes like cherries on vanilla ice-cream scoops. Ohhhh, he was going to explode at this rate! He was going to go off like a rocket to the moon!
Then the mature woman stood straight again, her high alabaster breasts jutting out with throbbing anticipation. She smiled at the boy who was stiff-leggedly sitting on the floor beneath the piano, still transfixed by the brazen sexuality of his music teacher. She parted her lips to wet them with the pink tip of her tongue in lewd invitation, saying: "Now for my undies, darling child. Now I'll take off my undies so you can see how hot and juicy my pussy is for you ..."
She teasingly began to roll the thin elastic nylon down over her voluptuously undulating hips and buttocks. Lower and lower her panties went, down over her thighs, until Larry could see the first tufts of her blonde pubic hair peek above the material. Then still lower, an inch at a time, until finally they came entirely free and dropped as her skirt had, around her feet. Unashamedly, Shirley kicked them aside and stood completely naked before the pop-eyed fourteen year old. The secretion-wet lips of her throbbing cunt were presented to his immature gaze in total sacrifice, the curly fleece of her pubic hair glistening lewdly in the pale lamp-light over the piano. Her legs, long and slender and satiny-smooth, were moist and trembling at their inner thighs with the flowing droplets of her passion, and her flat belly quivered uncontrollably as she basked in his youthful admiration.
"Well, lover-boy? You like what you see?" she cooed enticingly.
"Ohhhh, Mrs. Jackson!" was all that Larry could groan.
Shirley lifted her hands and began to slide them along the silky flesh of her sides, from the flanks of her ripely rounded thighs up to the outward swells of her firmly moulded breasts. Her fingers began to stroke her breasts, kneading them gently and pushing them out to the teenager as if presenting him with two forbidden but wickedly luscious gifts of flesh. She held that position for a short moment, and then when Larry remained rooted open-jawed in the same position, she slowly dropped to her knees and moved on all fours toward him.
"Come to your girl friend," she urged obscenely, stalking him seductively as a she-dog in heat. "Come to Mrs. Jackson, you sweet darling boy!" She lay fevered hands on his smooth, unlined forehead. "Come and hold your new girl friend ..."
She pulled the innocently unresisting youth close against the billowy softness of her breasts, crushing him hungrily to her nakedness. Shirley tried to tell herself again that what she was doing was sinful and depraved . .. but her exposed breasts heaved high and swollen against the front of Larry Dempsey's shirt, and her loins pressed urgently against his hard young penis she could feel pulsing against her naked skin. Her voice turned softer and huskier as her surrendering body was no longer able to resist any of the uncontrollably perverted desire for the young boy. She couldn't help undulating her hips seductively against his tightly pressed pelvis while she planted several warm, loving kisses on his beardless cheeks and face.
"You sweet, sweet child," she murmured with her unquenchable passion. "You dear, lovely boy. Kiss your make-believe girl friend . .. kiss her hot little titties ..."
She gazed delightedly as she brushed her full throbbing breasts across his involuntarily parting lips, and felt him tremble from the wanton excitement she was causing to ripple through his lean, developing body. Delicious sensations raced out of control through her belly as she lewdly watched little Larry kiss her eagerly offered breasts with his eager adolescent desire. She drew his lips closer to the distended nipple of the one breast he was kissing, moaning quietly as she guided the hardened pink bud into his open mouth.
"Suck it, dear Larry .. . Suck and feel it with your tongue, just like you were a hungry little baby looking for milk ..."
"Ohhhh, Mrs. Jackson!" she heard in a muffled groan. Larry Dempsey couldn't stop his mind from wildly spiraling in his head. Cripes! He was actually sucking his music teacher's nipples! The other kids would never believe this, even if they were to see it! Shit, he loved it! He loved it!
Shirley's uncontained enthusiasm had now reached that saturation point where nothing could have stopped her from continuing her seduction of the young fourteen year old boy. She gently smoothed her hand down over his back, feeling all of his golden flesh with her finger-tips when she pulled the shirt tail up from his trousers and inserted her hand underneath. Oh God, his tender skin was just like a baby's, like new and untouched satin! God, oh God, it was too much to resist! Her other hand slowly eased around to the front of his pants and gently caressed the swollen outline of his hardened young penis. She felt the boy tremble and gasp while he sucked still harder on her breast. A searing flame of passion raced hotly through her naked belly and loins while she teasingly traced up and down over his slender cock, delicately squeezing it between her thumb and forefinger.
Larry sucked in his breath again when he felt her slide down the zipper of his pants and slip her hand inside his open fly. He could feel her velvety fingers as they taunted with a soft grazing motion beneath one leg band of his thin cotton undershorts and around the smooth flesh of his inner thighs. Then he moaned with quivering delight as her hand lovingly began to stroke the naked flesh of his rock-stiff young penis. Ohhhhh, he couldn't have stopped her if he'd wanted to! Rising tingles of sexual arousal swirled up from between his youthful loins and through his lean and hairless belly. She had his pecker in her hand and was playing with it! Mrs., Jackson ... modest, prim Mrs. Jackson was diddling his prick! And oh shit, now she was feeling his balls, too!
"Uuuugggg!" he groaned around her soft, delicious breast which throbbed between his firmly sucking lips. He was unable to control his moans and sighs as she continued to tenderly fondle the pulsating shaft of his budding manhood and the fleshy sac of his tautly sperm-laden testicles. "Ohhh, Mrs. Jackson! Mrs. Jackson!"
"Don't be afraid, my little lover," she whispered soothingly .to Larry. "Your new girl friend wants to undress you now and let you be as naked as she is ..."
Shirley gently eased her breast free of his eager young mouth and quickly unbuttoned his shirt, jerking it from his unprotesting arms and throwing it aside with eagerness. She trailed her long blonde hair teasingly over his heavy-breathing chest, kissing his seed-like nipples until he groaned and quivered as he lay beside her. She played her moistly sliding tongue down further to lave his belly and wash his tiny navel, while her gently curling hand traced along the waistband of his pants and unbuttoned the top of his open fly. She smoothly drew his pants down, slipping his white cotton shorts along with them, and then she tenderly removed them along with his shoes as he sprawled disbelievingly along side of her. Her passion-hungry eyes greedily absorbed the sight of his arching rigid penis as it throbbed nakedly between his strong young thighs, and she felt heavy sensations of salacious delight flutter through her own fully exposed belly and loins. "You're beautiful, darling," she exclaimed. Her body was lewdly tingling with degenerate excitement, and her brain was wickedly afire with corrupting passion as she wrapped her moistly stroking hand once more around his swollen virile cock. Oh God, it was as perfect as she'd hoped it would be ... nearly five inches long, its blunt head a richly gleaming crimson at the tip where the tiny moist slit creased it. And oh, his lovely young testicles were so tight and round with their textured soft skin! She could accept an erection like his, she thought obscenely. She could take it and enjoy it, not afraid of its length or thickness, but delighting in its hardness!
Larry looked at what his music teacher was doing to his cock in wild-eyed amazement. He watched mesmerized as she taunted his hardened penis with her fingers, pulling the foreskin down so that its head stood out like a beacon.
"Ohhhh..." he whimpered and squirmed next to her. "Ohhh, cripes!" he gulped, truly shocked by what she was doing to him.
"Dear Larry, you feel so good to your new girl friend!" the older woman breathed hotly against his youthful chest. She laughed in warm, seductive delight, continuing to stroke his cock as she lay down on her back beside him. She nakedly stretched out in lewd display, sliding the fingers of her right hand up and down his virile shaft of flesh, while with her left hand she spread the moist lips of her throbbing vagina. She placed thumb and forefinger on either side of her pinkly quivering cuntal slit, revealing the trembling erect bud of her clitoris to the boy's lust-raging view. Then with her middle finger, she traced downwards until the nail came in contact with the minature phallus, and she began to stroke it back and forth in rhythm to her stroking of young Larry's cock. More rivulets of sexual secretions trailed down her inner thighs in glistening droplets, and while she continued to stroke her clitoris, she started rubbing her other fingers in sensual cadence along the wet valley to the entrance of her pussy hole. She splayed the full white columns of her shapely legs wider apart, kneeing outwards until the silken triangle of her vagina was entirely exposed to his innocent view.
"Your girl friend's pussy is soft and silky, and wants you to pet it, darling boy. You want to touch it the way I am, Larry?"
"Oh ... Oh can I really?"
"Yes! Yes, do!" his music teacher encouraged in a pleading tone. "Get up on your knees and finger my cunt!"
Larry squirmed around and up on his haunches, careful not to break the delightful contact of her hand on his rigid young penis. He hovered with his face only a few inches from the golden pussy which was so enticingly fringed with her moistened pubic hair, and his breath caught in his throat as he watched her pink cuntal flesh rotate with her lewd masturbation. "Ohhh, I sure do want to touch your twat, Mrs. Jackson!" he gasped in lustful fascination as he gaped down at the narrow, coral-hued crevice which started at the bottom of her smooth white belly and trailed downward into the white rounded spheres of her buttocks. He could even see her little pink asshole! Cripes, who wouldn't want to touch it?
His heart was pounding erratically in his chest as he leaned forward and touched the warm hair-framed lips of the mature woman's cunt. She removed her own fingers, and he began to slowly press her vaginal slit apart with his own thumbs until all of its pink passion-flushed skin lay exposed to his eyes. He gradually eased more of his hand into her moistly glistening pussy mouth, delightedly feeling its smoothness twitch and palpitate with spasming vibrations against his hand.
"Put it in, dear child!" the older woman asked pleafully. "Put your little finger right up inside my hole! Ohhh, finger my cunt, darling Larry! Finger your girl friend's cunt!"
The lust-driven music teacher raised her head with eager lewdness so she could stare down at the naked young student from between her sensitive, desire-swollen breasts. She watched in breathless agitation as Larry Dempsey brushed his hand gingerly between the silken strands of her blonde pubic curls and gently pressure his slender middle finger up inside the fleshy wetness of her hungrily welcoming vagina.
"That's it. . . oooohhhh, that's it, darling boy!" Shirley gasped and undulated her hips up against his sliding, prodding young hand. "Ohhh, that's so nice, Larry .. . Ohhh God!"
Larry was speechless from the wild erotic picture which lay spread before his innocence beneath the piano. His teacher's legs were arched in splaying wideness while he pumped his finger as deep as it could go up into the warm, exposed cavern between her thighs. Man, it was just like he was fucking her! He'd never dreamed that a woman's twat could be so warm and tender inside, so soft and pink around it! Shit, what would his pecker feel like up inside Mrs. Jackson? Better than his finger, he bet!
Shirley quivered from head to toe from the enrapturing sensations that his pistoning young hand was causing up inside her tightly clenching vaginal passage. She mewled deliriously as she felt its inexperienced prodding massage every inch of the hotly milking inner walls, and passionately she pulled him down over her, pressing her firm, full breasts against his hard slim chest in lecherous delight. She raised and lowered her buttocks off the floor hungrily on his sliding hand, the touch of his teasing young finger inside of her and the feel of his hard virile penis in her hand driving her almost to orgasm alone! God, the little child was so helpless, so completely subject to her every obscene whim! She couldn't wait a second longer! She had to have him deep up inside her belly! That would be the ultimate, to coax and drain the fresh young sperm for his cum-swollen testicles!
"Now it's time to fuck your girl friend," the older woman hissed up at him. "You're going to fuck me, darling boy!"
"Ohhhh.. . Ohhh, Mrs. Jackson, am I really?"
"Yes! You're going to fuck me with your beautiful prick! And I'm going to show you how to do it!"
Shiriey removed his wetly sliding fingers from her throbbing vaginal passage, moving him around so that his slender hardness was placed against the swollen pink lips of her moist cuntal slit. With loving tenderness, she grasped his painfully swollen cock and centered it, moving her buttocks around its blood-engorged head and pressing it deeply against her vagina with her own fingers.
"Ahhhh!" Larry sighed loudly. He thrust his naked young pelvis down over the mature woman's loins in bewildered ecstasy, wild pinpricks of sensation stabbing him all the way up to his belly. "Ohhh, Mrs. Jackson!"
She spread her legs still wider on either side of the boy, until he was cradled firmly between her high-lifted thighs. He could feel his blunt cock-head slipping wetly along the pink hairlined crevice he had been so recently finger-fucking. He felt his music teacher raise her cunt up over the tip of his penis, and then the entire length of his boyish shaft of flesh felt to him as if it were being sucked right up inside her hot, moist pussy!
Ohhhh man! He was really going to fuck Mrs. Jackson! He was really going to screw a full-grown woman, his first very own naked woman! Shit! He wished the guys could see him now, especially his brother who was always teasing him about being a sissy because he played piano. Frank would crap in his drawers to see what a man he was now! The fourteen year old was filled with a sense of limitless power, and with a wild cry of delight, he pressed down upon his older teacher's naked body, his weight smashing her full rounded breasts tightly against her chest. He thrust his lean hips forward to slide deeply into her mature cunt like a driving piston, pushing the softly smooth walls of her pussy in rippling waves before his rampant young cock. Shirley felt his small sperm-laden testicles slam hard against the cheeks of her tightly clenched buttocks, and she groaned in submissive rapture as the blunt head of the youngster's penis stretched wide the elastic channel of her cunt.
"Ohhhhh yes! Yes!" his corrupting music teacher cooed in delight. She kicked her legs out sideways and then locked them tightly around his tense young body, the thrill of being satisfied after so many years of frustration and anguish sending chills coursing up her spine. The inner muscles of her vagina tightened spasmodically around his throbbing virile penis as she endeavoured to pull the handsome teenager deeper into her hungry belly. For one disenchanting moment she wondered how she must look ... a thirty-two year old woman with her legs and arms wrapped around an adolescent's naked body, writhing uncontrollably on the floor beneath a baby grand piano . . . But as she felt Larry begin to flick his hips experimentally, exploring in his immature way how best to fuck a woman, she abandoned the last of her fears and guilt. She gasped for breath at the mind-shattering sensations of his hardened erection plunging into her needing cunt, and she ground her buttocks up against his loins in the most provocative manner she knew how. There was no pain this time, no cringing horror at what a man was forcing her to accept against her will . . . because this time it was a fourteen year old boy who was fucking her! A child of just the perfect length and girth to satisfy every hungry craving she had ever fought against before! Every sensitive inch of her vaginal passage was passionate and responding, enveloping his youthful hardness like a welcoming glove each time he penetrated her on the in-stroke, and eager for more on his out-strokes.
Larry's smooth face glowed with the newly-discovered pleasures he was experiencing for the first time in his young life. He propped his naked body up on his elbows and stared down between their bodies, panting heavily as he watched his virile penis slide in and out of his music teacher's urgently gripping pussy. His long, thin cock surged up inside her belly to the full depths of her cunt, warm and tight and moist with her spontaneous lubrications. He was learning how to fuck ... learning fast, and he didn't intend for this to be the last time he threw his meat to Mrs. Jackson! Not when she wanted it so bad! Not when it felt this damned good!
"Ohhh yes! Yes, little lover-boy!" Shirley cried out in delight. She struggled for breath at the electric sensations shooting like lightning through every fiber of her being as young Larry's cock plunged excitedly in her cunt. Now she was a woman at last, healthy and enjoying sex, loving this magnificent boy's penis that burrowed ceaselessly in her vagina with growing confidence and skill. She reveled in the lewd obscene pleasure, the lust that she had been so valiantly trying to deny herself! What a fool she'd been! It was passion alone, passion for its own sake, and that was all that mattered in the whole wide world!
Larry could feel his hardened penis growing and expanding inside of the older woman until it felt as though it were ready to break from the maddening pressure. He rammed into his music teacher with increasingly hard strokes, his slender hips pounding rhythmically as he tried to bury more and more of his lust-rigid penis deep up inside the delicate moist walls of Mrs. Jackson's cunt. Man, any second now and his balls were going to burst! He was going to squirt his cum right up in her twat like he'd always dreamed of doing! Gripes!
Shirley gripped him tightly between her fleshy thighs, opening and closing them in time to his eager thrustings into her pussy. She gurgled beneath him, the sound coming from deep within her chest as though she had lost control of it. She was alone with the boy in a private world of sex, leaving her ex-husband, her mother ... all of her previous fears and torments behind forever. She could feel his tight young testicles slapping methodically against her bucking inner thighs, and she was filled with the lewd desire to feel the youngster ejaculate his fresh virile semen far up into her thirstily sucking womb! This morning, she and this wonderfully talented child were going to experience every delight she had ever denied herself!
"OOOOOOhhhh fuck me, fuck me hard, you darling boy!" she chanted, murmuring all the obscene words that came to her delirious mind. She jackknifed her legs tight, pressing her knees back hard into her jiggling breasts and offering the teenager the full opening of her upraised vaginal slit. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head, her face contorted as she strained for the final explosive climax that was so near ... so very near ...
"I ... I'm cuummminng!" she suddenly gasped, her mouth wide open in ecstatic abandon. "Ohhhh, dear Larry, I'm cumming! Cum with me! Cum with me! Ohhhhhhhhh!" She pulled back her thighs tighter until the whole of her stretched pink cuntal crevice was* presented up to the boy to spew into as he willed. Her ankles locked over his back, her wide-splayed loins squirming beneath him in a wild unhibited dance of lust.
"Ohhhhhhh ssshhhhhiiiiitttttti" Larry screamed. He shoved his penis hard up inside her pussy, wildly straining for the final end of this delicious torture which was building . . . building . . . in his testicles. Then all at once the youngster felt the white hot sperm begin deep in his small round balls and race up the full length of his plunging cock. He gasped as his imbedded shaft of boyish flesh began a sudden jerking that flooded without warning his music teacher's vaginal hole with adolescent seed.
"Don't stop, dear child! Oh God, don't ever stop!" Shirley pleaded mindlessly. Then she choked, a low banshee wail forming on the edges of her lips and piercing through the sounds of the two panting naked bodies slapping harshly together. Her nostrils flared wide and she screwed herself up against the teenager's surging penis, locking herself to him with all the strength in her thighs, while her loins throbbed spasmodically against his belly.
The older woman held her breath for an interminable moment, feeling young Larry empty the last of his fresh virile cum into her hungrily milking cunt. Then she expelled her air, sighing gratefully as the juices of their commingling orgasms swirled far into her soft, quivering belly in a wet tide of passion that Shirley had never experienced before. It was a heavenly bliss she had never known could exist!
Larry Dempsey throbbed the muscle of his rapidly deflating penis, hoping to bring it to life again so he could continue fucking his music teacher. Shit, what a ride! He couldn't wait to get hard again so he could bang Mrs. Jackson some more! But a warm, numbing lethargy flowed pleasantly over him as his passion waned, and the boy threw his arms about the mature woman in exhaustion, a great moan of contentment escaping from his lips.. .
Shirley too lay dazed, her legs collapsing on either side of the panting youth's naked body. Her thighs and buttocks rested limply in the excess of hot wet liquids which had so completely filled her belly that some had been forced to trickle out from between her stretched vaginal lips. But though her body rested drained of all its energy, she could sense that her mind was beginning to return to reality, bringing with it an aftermath of shame and disgust to slowly filter through her mind.
Well, there was no way she could deny it. She'd been fucked by a boy almost young enough to be her own son, and fucked damned well. Fucked right in his own home, underneath his mother's baby-grand piano, just as she'd begged him to do ... A few hours ago she'd been a decent, respectable woman, but now she lay here with the innocent seed of an unsuspecting child pooling in the secret recesses of her depraved, molesting body . . .
Miserably she sprawled out in her lewdly splayed position beneath the teenager, watching with sickened self-loathing as his eyes flashed in caressing fascination over her nakedness. Then, before she could turn away, Larry Dempsey threw himself down upon her, kissing her face and cheeks with childlike desperation, and she was able to feel the warm salty wetness of his tears as he cried softly against her breasts.
"Oh, Mrs. Jackson," she heard him blurt out chokingly. "Oh, I really wish you were my girl friend! Oh, I'm so glad you showed me how to fuck you!"
"Lord, Oh Lord," Shirley whimpered, clutching his developing young body tightly to her and kissing the crown of his head. The impossible situation of forbidden love and lewd desire clawed at her brain until she thought it would tear her apart. The guilt for having taken this innocent youngster's natural eagerness and affection, and perverting it to her own degenerate needs loomed more ugly now than ever in her mind. God, what a Wicked and corrupting woman she had become!
Chapter Four
Shirley was not a drinker per se;an occasional cocktail or some wine during dinner was generally her limit. Her aquaintances in the apartment house all insisted she could stretch one drink further than anyone else they knew, and she thought of them at that moment as she idly agitated the Scotch and water in her hand. She listened to the tinkle of ice against the sides of the narrow glass and the thin plastic stirrer, smiling bleakly; those friends of hers would certainly change their opinion if they could see her now, perched up on a bar-stool.
The misery-laden piano teacher was in Jack's Trap, a suburban cocktail lounge mid-way between Larry's home and the Syndey. It was as far as she'd been able to drive before ragged nerves, tormenting guilt, and blinding tears had forced her to pull over in search of relief. Idly die had whiled away the hours, unable to face ihe prospect of teaching any more students that day, dully listening to the background and feeling the hot alcohol burning all the way down to fill her churning stomach. This was her fifth drink in almost as many hours, and she had the determined intention of staying at Jack's -Trap for as long as was necessary to quell her bleeding heart, or until she could no longer remain intact on the bar-stool.
The tortured woman felt a little ashamed at the way she'd been drinking, but she couldn't help feeling grateful for the lightheadedness that swirled through her blood and eased the agony that was paralyzing her brain. Her repugnance for having seduced little Larry Dempsey was worse than she had first imagined, for the more she meditated upon it, the more loathing became the thought of her rape. And rape it had been; a lewd, molesting rape. The poor boy had been given no chance against her carnal instincts once she had attacKed his defenseless immaturity with lusting desire. She had left him confused and upset after having hurriedly dressed and making pitifully transparent excuses. It had been a terrible route from his house, and leaving him in such an agitated condition, Shirley couldn't be sure of what the youngster might do now. Even though he'd promised to keep their morning together a secret, a child of his age had little control, and she could recall her own school days with the ever-present locker-room talk by both the boys and girls. A horrible nightmare welled up on the older woman's mind as she envisioned Larry bragging to his friends how he'd fucked his music teacher under the piano, and what would happen once her perverted streak was known. The notoriety; the ruination of her career; perhaps even prison, forever to be marked as a child molestor. . . The mere thought of the possibilities made Shirley lift the glass and take another deep swallow, choking to hold down the burning liquor.
God, how could she have ever done such a sordid act? She hung her head sorrowfully, wondering what warped part of her nature had taken control and driven her to seduce trusting young Larry. And worse, to encourage him to continue until he had lost all of his boyish innocence to satisfy her deplorable passions. Truly, she had unchained a prurience that could possibly torment him for the rest of his life.
Needfully, Shirley drained the last of her Scotch, almost upsetting the glass as she set it back down on the polished mahogany bar. She was, she realized dizzily, becoming slightly drunk! Actually she didn't want to get drunk, only drown her sorrow and humiliation. She paused to glance around her, watching for a few moments the large jovial bartender hustling industriously to keep up with the Saturday afternoon crowd. A waitress in net stockings and a short dress with white peplum moved gracefully among the dimly lit tables, always smiling, always cajoling another drink from the customers, even when some of the men became fresh and obnoxious toward her. Down the stools from Shirley were three couples, all of them with the married look to them, and from the snatches of conversation which drifted in Shirley's direction now and then, she became aware they were arranging a small bridge-club tournament for that evening.
How normal, she considered ruefully. How decent and middle-class and right. The wives were all pretty and fresh, obviously in love with their husbands, and at ease with their friends and neighbors. Not like she was, huddled in her own cold world of sexual ostracism. They would go to bed with the men of their choice, loving them and the physical union the way women should, knowing the delights of being lost in a man's embrace. But not her ...
The anguished teacher turned back on her stool, unable to take the sight of the laughing couples any longer. No, though the dull ache between her thighs was from a lover's penetration, the lover had been a fourteen year old boy. A fumbling, inexperienced teenager barely in his puberty had been the male who'd finally been able to give her body a wonderful new sense of satisfaction . . . and give her the feeling of emptiness once his slender, virile penis had been withdrawn from her ravaged vagina. She clenched the glass tightly, thinking of her suddenly unleashed cravings that she had denied for so long within her loins, and how now they had been awakened into an unquenchable force. She prayed that she would be able to suppress them once again, and that in time there would be nothing but a minor scar on her mind to remind her she had ever given way to them.
But at the moment, the salacious incident with young Larry Dempsey twisted like a knife in her soul. Had she been the morally upright person she'd always considered herself to be, she .vould have been able to avert the whole ;orrupting seduction of the boy. She was compelled to admit that she was weak; that she was a woman who was slave to her perverse emotions. It was a frightening realization for Shirley to make, knowing she could never fully ~ust her flesh again. According to her mother, Ladies were perfect and unblemished by sin or lust; now she could no longer claim to be that kind of person. She was painfully aware of the overpowering temptations of her body's sexual needs, and nothing could ever blot out the lewd sensations to which she'd so willingly responded.
Dear God, would any of her music pupils be safe from her now? She'd have to take double precautions to see that it never, ever happened again, salvaging what little self-respect she could muster. Perhaps it was her pride, her stubborn resolve not to be beaten which prompted her decision to go on as though nothing had happened. Whatever - she knew that it must not repeat itself, no matter how enticing little Larry or any of the other boys became.
But there was nothing she could do about it now, except to wait. Wait and hope and pray ...
She glanced up, sensing the presence of the smiling bartender. "You wanna 'nother, lady?" he asked, and a gold tooth glinted in the light.
"Y - Yes, another Scotch. And . . . not very much water, if you please."
"Easy on the water," the bartender said. "Sure, lady, sure. And this one's on the house, seein' as you've been a good customer and beautifying up the place."
"You don't have to."
"I want to, lady. I've had troubles of my own, so I know what it's like. We'll help drown whatever's ailing you . . . '
While Shirley was sitting in Jack's Trap and becoming increasingly inebriated, young Larry Dempsey was being harrassed by his brother Frank and the oafish Kirby Murdock. They had returned around noon, shortly after Mrs. Dempsey had returned from her Saturday grocery shopping in town, and the three boys were in the playroom, the door shut for privacy. Larry was sitting at the piano, staring disconsolantly at the keyboard and remembering all that had taken place there only hours before, and Frank and Kirby were sprawled on a large leather couch against the opposite wall.
"So how did it go this morning, pecker-tracker?" Frank maliciously goaded his' younger brother. "Did ol' Mrs. Jackson teach you how to play Chopsticks? "
Larry didn't reply.
"Hell, nothing could make me take lessons igain," Kirby said with obvious disgust. "I had enough of that sissy stuff before. Thank God my ma wised up finally, though I'll never forget that whipping I got from my ol' man."
"But Larry here likes it," sneered Frank. "Larry is in love with Mrs. Jackson, aren't you?"
Still young Larry remained silent, although he could feel his face burning with embarrassment at the all-too-true jibe.
"Yeah, see him blush? He's got a hard-on for his pianner teacher!"
"Haw! Haw!" Kirby snickered, and then with a glint in his eyes, he nudged Frank in the ribs, adding, "Well, there could be worse broads to have the hots for. Mrs. Jackson's sure got a nice bod!"
Frank whistled appreciatively. "You're not kidding. What a pair of knockers! And that tight, sweet ass! Now, if she was teaching sex instead of music, I'd be her star pupil!"
"Think of the tests!" Kirby expounded, waving his arms in obscene gestures. "A mid-term in screwing, and a final in pussy licking! Man, I'd flunk, just to take the class over again!"
"Never happen, though," Larry's older brother sighed reflectively. "She's a real prude, and what a shame. All that nice meat going to waste. I wonder if she's got a guy banging her regularily? I never heard of one, have you, Kirby?"
The other sixteen year old shook his head, "Naw, I hear tell she's strictly an old maid. Nobody's getting into her box."
"I know a kid who'd love to drop his drawers for her, though," Frank snickered cruelly. He pointed a finger at his younger brother. "Larry would. Larry creams in his pants every time she comes here on Saturday. Only his prick ain't big enough yet to stick in a squirrel, much less Mrs. Jackson's bush!"
Larry by this time was beside himself with frustration and pent-up resentment. He'd been goaded almost beyond endurance by the two older boys with their lewd talk of how immature he was and his childish crush for his piano teacher. And their contempt for Mrs. Jackson not having a boy friend was the last straw! She did have a boy friend - him! Or, at least ... that's what she'd said this morning, before she'd suddenly turned cold and distant. Almost in a wishful desire to prove she still wanted him, and to have his brother and Kirby finally admire him, Larry was unable to resist the temptation to brag about what he'd done. He really had something on Frank and his friend now! They'd sure change their tune about him and Mrs. Jackson once they knew he'd screwed her today! He hopped off the stool and clenching his small hands into fists, went over to the couch. He stood in front of the two teenagers, quivering with emotion.
"Yeah?" he retorted. "Well, you shoot your mouths off a lot, but I never see any action outa you, either."
"I suppose you can tell us different?" Frank replied, curling his lip disparagingly.
"I sure can," Larry said, now impulsive with his need to tell all. "You talk about wanting Mrs. Jackson, and how nobody can get into her. Well, you're wrong! I know ... because this morning, right here, I fucked her!"
"Flake off," Frank scoffed. "You've been beating your meat too hard, and it's rotted your brain."
"You've gotta have a few more years on you before you could tackle a woman like Mrs. Jackson," Kirby added. "She'd use your pecker for worm bait "to catch fish." And then both the older boys laughed contemptuously at the fourteen year old.
Larry snapped back angrily: "I'm not making it up! It's the truth! She stood over there by the piano and took all her clothes off until she was bare-ass naked!"
Frank, now frowning, caught his brother's intensity. "Hey, you're not kidding! Mrs. Jackson? You really fucked Mrs. Jackson?"
"Scout's honor!" Larry said excitedly, and seeing that he'd finally caught their attention, he hurried on with his story without considering either his promise to the older woman or the possible consequences for his rashness. "I was sitting under the piano, and then she got down on her hands and knees and crawled over to me, her titties swaying like bells! Then she started kissing me, and undressing me right there, and then she was playing with my prick! After a little of that, she rolls over on her back like a dog and tells me to tickle her twat! Man, that was fun!"
"Jesus!" Kirby gasped, his eyes widening with admiration. "You were finger-fucking Mrs. Jackson! Then what happened?"
"Well, she writhes and moans while I jerk her cunt off, and then she gets me up over her and sticks my pecker into her snatch. Fuck me! she was begging. Fuck me hard! So I did, and ..."
As Frank's younger brother recounts his tale of seduction, the older boy listened with baited breath. After his first breathless shock at hearing the news, he began to take in all the sordid details, and he could almost picture the lovely older woman naked on the floor, urging Larry to fuck her harder and faster. In spite of this having happened to his younger brother, Frank began to experience a certain vicarious response, his own penis starting to throb responsively in his pants with lurid excitement. He was forced to press his legs together to quell the tingling sensations that his brother's obscene account was rising in his loins, not wanting to have Larry or Kirby see him with an erection. That would be uncool!
But his salacious brain was saying to him: So Mrs. Jackson is hot for little boys, is she? A thin smile of prurient delight creased his lips as the teenager thought of the older music instructor, and of how he'd heard that she never responded to men around her own age. So that was the reason! She liked kids instead! Mrs. Jackson was nothing more than a grownup girl. .. and Frank was willing to bet that the older woman would be willing to spread her legs for other youngsters now that she had seduced his brother. And even if Mrs. Jackson wasn't willing, there might not be much she could do about it ... not now that he knew all about what had happened to Larry ...
The wicked young boy turned his undivided attention back to his brother, just as Larry was finishing his story. " ... She said she really liked it. But gee, then she turned awfully funny. She said we must never do it again, but she wouldn't give me any reason. Then she got into her clothes and rushed out of here!"
"Maybe you did it wrong," Kirby said. "Like I said, it takes more'n you've got to satisfy a real woman!"
Frank placed a restraining hand on Kirby's arm, interrupting with: "Naw, Larry, you did it just right. I can tell by the way you described it. You fucked her good, and she came just like she should've. You oughta be proud!"
"Well, then, why did she go away the way she did?"
"Women are funny about fucking, Larry. You'll learn that after another few times. Hell, she said she didn't want you to screw her again, but really she does!"
"Yeah, girls all the time say things like that," Kirby added. His own mind was beginning to understand the track Frank's fertile ideas were leading. "Something to do about their pride. They never can just fuck and like it; they have to have been drunk and don't remember, or raped and never wanted it, or some damned fool excuse to make them feel pure and holy again."
"You mean you think I could do it again to Mrs. Jackson?"
"That's what were're telling you, lame-brain," Frank said, and then after a small pause, he concluded: "In fact, I figure we could all bang her, and she'd love it!"
Larry sucked in his breath, his eyes blinking as he heard the emphasis of his brother's words. "Hey, now wait a minute ..."
"What's the matter, Larry? Afraid to share her?"
"No, it's not that, but ... " He wasn't sure exactly what it was that suddenly bothered him, but he was now very sorry he had ever opened his mouth so brashly. He had seen that kind of leering grin spreading across Frank's mouth before, and it always meant trouble. If anything happened to Mrs. Jackson because he'd mouthed off to his brother, he'd never forgive himself. He still loved her, in spite of how she'd acted toward him, and he didn't want her to regret making love with him any more than she did already. That wouldn't be right!
"Yeah, I believe you're straight on," Kirby went on to say. "We could all pile on her, Frank, and she'd eat it up like cake!"
"Eat us up, you mean!"
Larry desperately sought to persuade them from their obscene ideas. "Hey, listen, if you force her to do anything, she could have you arrested for rape!"
"Jesus," Kirby said, thinking about that for a moment. "She did that, and" our ass would be grass! We could get expelled or maybe put into jail or something!"
"Don't be stupid, stupid," Frank sneered. "After what she did to Larry, we could squeal on her. And they've got a fancy label for grownups who fool around with kids his age!" Then Frank snickered lewdly. "Besides, you remember how we fixed Monica Wellhaur's wagon last summer?"
"You mean with that stuff farmer Hadley sold us?"
"Right. That liquid he uses on his cows to make them breed faster, that Spanish Fly? After putting that in Monica's Coke, she was begging for us to bang her!"
"Yeah ..." Kirby said, licking his thick lips noisily. "She ended up humping the gear-shift knob in your Chevy, she was so hot! You thinking of doing the same thing to Mrs. Jackson?"
Frank shrugged. "Why not?"
"How?"
"Shut up a minute, and I'll tell you." He leaned back against the couch importantly, his eyes sparkling with a lewdly conceived plan.
"Now, she'll be here next Saturday, won't she? And Ma will be out of the house as usual, so we'll set it up just like it was this morning, and it'll look like she's alone with Larry again. That'll put her at ease."
"That's great!" Kirby enthused. "Though I dunno how I'll hold out the whole week until then. What're we going to do to make her drink the Spanish Fly?"
"It'll be best if Larry offers her water or juice or something. You know, on account it'll seem like we're not here, and she trusts Larry." Then he turned his attention to his younger brother, who was nervously figiting in front of him. "You with us, kid? Or are you chicken-shit?" � "Well, gee, I dunno . .. ". Kirby snorted. "See, Frank? He's scared. He's too young. Why, he's probably making up the whole story just to put us on."
"No, it's true!" Larry protested hotly, but he was frightened. He was terrified of the whole idea of helping his brother and Kirby screw his music teacher. . . But then, this was his big chance to. show them he was grownup as they were! If he backed down now, they'd never let him forget it! His life would be doubly as difficult with them constantly needling him. Gripes, what should he do?
"You want to fuck Mrs. Jackson again, don't you? You said you did, Larry," Frank encouraged. "Well, here's your chance. You help us, and you get some of the action. Okay?"
"Well..." Damn it, the mere thought of that tight wet box of hers sliding up and down over his penis was making it harden in his underpants again! Darned tooting he wanted more of his music teacher's loving! "Okay, I'll do it," he agreed reluctantly. "Only you gotta promise you won't hurt her any."
"Naw, we won't."
"A little fucking never hurt no girl," Kirby added. "And she's a woman ., . one hell of a woman, who'd be able to take on all three of us and love it. All three of us ever-fucking guys at the same time and love it! You just wait and see, Larry!"
Shirley Jackson was once again late for her Saturday morning session with young Larry Dempsey. As the time for his lesson rolled around, the music teacher hadn't been sure she could even force herself to face the boy again or not, but when the morning came, she had bathed and dressed almost out of habit, driving across San Martin as if nothing had taken place at his house the week before.
Nothing had happened? Dear God, how could she even think of her despicible seduction last Saturday morning in terms of nothing? She had spent the past seven days trying to forget her molesting assault on his developing genitals, realizing she had to or she'd never be able to go on living. But simply the anticipation of seeing his lithe, eager body was enough to open her wounds again! Dear Lord, how did she dare face little Larry?
Yet as she considered the alternatives, she knew with sinking heart that her only choice was to continue teaching the youngster as she had her other pupils this last week. A hasty, feigned sick-call would only delay the inevitable, and she would have to return to his home sooner or later, the situation all the worse for her erratic behavior. A quick resignation would only place her in jeopardy, for then Larry's parents would become concerned over her abrupt departure and ask their son if he had done anything to cause it. And under pressure, the child would confess he had done something to his piano teacher, and the truth would spill out.
No, just as she had determined while sitting on the bar-stool last week, she would simply have to brazen it out and trust things didn't get any worse than they already were. But God, how could they?
She reached the porch of the Dempsey house, and then a deep, shudder rippled over her flesh. Larry was just beyond the front door, waiting for her to ring the bell, the memories of last Saturday still fresh and vibrant in his immature mind. God, did she have the strength to go through with it ... especially as once more she saw that the stationwagon and hot-rod weren't in the driveway? Well, if she couldn't face Larry all alone again, she had better turn around right that instant and run as fast and as far as she could ...
Resolutely, she took a breath and with chin held high, pushed the doorbell. The youngster opened the door almost immediately. He stood there, his face drawn in an oddly serious manner, and in response to his intensely soulful expression, the older.woman's throat suddenly went dry. She could feel that rather than blushing, her blood was draining from her face, almost leaving her too weak to support herself.
"Come in, Mrs. Jackson," Larry said. He closed the door behind her, and silently, they walked into the playroom. This time she didn't sit down in the chair next to the piano, not even daring to chance the close proximity. She went to the wide leather couch across the room and leaned gratefully against the cushions, crossing her legs and smoothing the hem of her flower-print dress primly down over her knees. "NOw, shall we begin with the Moonlight Sonata, Larry?" she asked briskly. "I ... don't have as much time this week, and the recital is tonight, only a few hours away."
Her cool aloofness confused the inexperienced youngster, for his brother Frank had assured him that Mrs. Jackson really did want to make love with him again, and would be cheery and pleasant. Maybe Frank and Kirby were right, and she needed that Spanish Fly to give her an excuse to relax. Larry had, in his innocence, believed the two older teenagers when they'd described the dangerous aphrodisiac as only a mild calming tonic, much like a drink or a marijuana cigarette.
"I ... I wanted to apologize, Mrs. Jackson," he said contritely. He didn't go to the piano, but stood with his eyes downcast in the middle of the room. "I didn't mean to make you mad at me last week. I only want you to like me." The sad, repentent tone in his voice made
Shirley wanted to weep bitter tears. After all, he was not responsible, even if in his inexperience and hurt he was taking the blame for what had happened. It had been her own shameless desires which had led him to fuck her; she had been the seducer, not him. "I'm not mad at you," she said after a pause. "It's just that. . . well, we can't do what we did ever again, and I.. . I don't want to make it seem as if we can."
"But why can't we?" the boy pleaded.
"Because . .. because it's wrong. Oh, it's very complicated, Larry, and you'll simply have to take my word for it." She squeezed her eyes shut, stroking her forehead with her hand. "Please, go and play the Sonata."
"You look awfully pale, Mrs. Jackson. Are you sick?"
"No, just a little tired. I've got a headache, too."
Larry hesitated for a moment longer, uncertain if he should go through with the indecent plan of his brother's now. This was his opportunity, right now . . . and his tongue nervously circled his lips as he looked at the mature body of his music teacher, his virile brain filled with the hopes of repeating what they'd done last Saturday morning. He could feel his temples pulsing strongly with the force of his passions ... passions which had been incensed by Frank's constant talking all week long. His mind reeled with memories of the soft warmness of the older woman's firm round breasts, and he ached to possess the tender moist hole between her thighs until she cried out her need for him again. His nostrils flared with his renewed cravings, all thoughts of right or wrong quickly evaporating in the heat of his lustful desires.
"Would you .. . like something to drink?" he asked with a sly glint in his youthful eyes. "Some punch, maybe?"
"It's not necessary, Larry."
"I was going to have a glass when you came, Mrs. Jackson. Are you sure you won't join me?"
"Well, if it's no bother, that would be nice. You're such a sweet boy!"
A pang of guilt raced through the teenager as he turned to go out of the playroom. If Mrs. Jackson only knew how bad he really was, she wouldn't call him so sweet! But cripes, he wanted her so darned much, and Frank had promised this stuff wouldn't do her any harm!
The kitchen door was across the room from the living room entrance; it also had two other doors, one leading to the dining room, and the other at the back, opening out to the garage. As he pushed the swinging door open, he heard the scuttling of Frank and Kirby, who had been hiding all along behind the panel.
"How's it going, squirt?" Kirby asked the boy in a whisper.
"Fine, fine! She wants some of the punch!"
"Shhhhhh! Keep your voice down," Frank warned his younger brother. "You don't want her to hear us, do you?" He opened the refrigerator door and took out a glass filled with a deeply red, rasberry-looking liquid. "Here. This is for her, Larry. We already put a couple of drops of Spanish Fly into it."
"I need a glassful too," Larry explained. "Only without any of that stuff."
Frank poured a glass for his fourteen year old brother from the pitcher that was in the refrigerator, and handed it to him. "Now, you think you can keep them straight? They look alike, and they just about taste the same, too."
"Sure, no sweat," Larry replied in a conspiratorial tone. "The glass in my left is the doctored one. That's the one Mrs. Jackson's going to get!"
"Yeah, and we'll be right here, listening and peeking through the door. When you get her all nice and going, we'll come in!"
"Don't I get to fuck her first?"
"You just get her hot, asshole, and we'll take care of the rest!"
"Gee, I thought-"
"Go on, get out there before she starts suspecting something!"
Somewhat nettled by the older youth's arrogance, but determined to see the lurid plot through to completion, young Larry gripped the two glasses of punch and walked back into the playroom.
Shirley took the offerred glass from Larry, thanking him. She would have preferred a cool Scotch and water, but she was glad to have the punch to help soothe her quivering nerves. The last vestiges of her shattered respect still clung stubbornly, and she once again resolved not to let anything more occur between her and the child. She sipped the punch, finding its tangy taste quite unique and then drank again, heavier this time as she used the glass as a shield behind which to hold her growing agitation. She was completely unaware that she was also drinking Spanish Fly, only that this punch was tasting strange though not unpleasant the more she had. After consuming half a glass full, she could hardly feel the liquid going down her throat!
"Do you like it, Mrs. Jackson?" Larry asked solicitously, drinking his own punch.
"Yes," Shirley said, curious that an odd tingling was beginning in the pit of her stomach. "Yes, I do. What is it?"
"Oh, it's called Sangria. " An apt name, Larry thought; it was Spanish, like the name of the drug that was in it! "Mom makes it a lot during the hot weather. Of course, it's not real Sangria, because we leave out the booze."
"That's nice," Shirley replied, and her answer sounded a little inane even to her own ears. She automatically took another sip of the punch to hide her growing concern for the peculiar tickling feeling going on in her belly. It seemed to be moving outward in her blood now, and lower, down into her loins. But the more she drank, the more dulled her qualms became about what was happening to her .. . She had never felt quite like this before in her life, and the delicious taste of the Sangria seemed to filter through her flesh, teasing her nerves deep down between her legs...
The eager teenage boy waited for the Spanish Fly to take full effect, sitting down beside his music teacher on the couch, quivering with expectation. He caught the almost imperceptible trembling of the older woman's muscles as her natural defenses fell under the spell of the aphrodisiac. Inwardly, he gloated at the wicked scheme's apparent success...
"Mrs. Jackson ... "
"Yes?" Shirley looked up, blinking in a dreamy stupor.
"It was sure fun last week, wasn't it?"
"Fun?"
"Fucking you." Larry was at first a little apprehensive to talk such obscenities to his music teacher like this. His brother had instructed him to do it, thought, saying it would help make her hot faster, getting her mind on sex that much quicker. "We sure had fun fucking here under the piano, didn't we?"
Shirley sucked in her breath with a shiver, not wishing to think of what she had done with young Larry. But perversely the images came back to her, this time a hundred-fold as the Spanish Fly swirled heatedly through her blood. "Oh God," she shuddered uncontrollably. "God, yes . .. But it was so wrong to do, so terrible wrong. I'm a horrible woman, Larry."
Dimly the older woman was aware that young Larry was touching her arm with his hand now. She could smell the clean scent of his fresh young skin in her nostrils as he inched closer to her on the couch, and it quickened the pulse of her heart until she could hear it throbbing in her head. She felt the tender, virile flesh of the boy press against her thigh in a comforting gesture, and her breasts ached in swelling agony in their lacy cloth cups. God, her desire for him was worse than ever! What was she going to do?
"Gee, Mrs. Jackson, you're not horrible. You're wonderful. You shouldn't say bad things about yourself," Larry said in a soothing voice. He put his glass down on the side table and put his other hand on her leg. "Especially when they're not true!"
"Oh, but they are," his teacher moaned. "Nothing can make what I did to you right!"
"But it was right, Mrs. Jackson!" Suddenly, everything disappeared from his thoughts except the burgeoning demands of his budding sexuality. Mrs. Jackson's words of remorse were overwhelmed by the erotic sensations pulsing in his immature mind, and he was compulsively driven towards the older woman, whether the aphrodisiac was fully working in her system yet or not.
"It was right to fuck you!" he repeated in a loud voice, as though repetition would make it true. He pressed against her suddenly, planting moist rapid kisses on her cheeks, and the mature instructor gasped in shock. His slender pink tongue slipped through her open mouth in a tentative French kiss, and delicious little spasms of pleasure rippled unwantedly through her belly and up to the rising nipples of her breasts. She was on dangerous ground and knew it, but for some unexplainable reason could not bring herself to break away. She was held spellbound by the Spanish Fly in her blood and the evil fascination that indulging in something desired but forbidden gives, even against one's will.
Larry noticed his music teacher's gradually weakening defenses as he broke away from kissing her, and knew that the drug was beginning to work in force now. He raised his hand from her arm and pushed it gently against her breast, squeezing softly as he heard the older woman moan in torment. He could feel her firm round globes harden and swell under his massaging fingertips, even as she tried to pull away.
Shirley shuddered at the indecent touch upon her breast, but as she tried to resist it, the growing excitement in her loins spread like wildfire, draining her of the strength to stop the boy. She gasped for breath and squirmed against the cushion, pushing the moistening lips of her strangely tingling vagina against it to try and quench the blaze that was unaccountably burning between her thighs. But nothing seemed to work, and her body only responded with greater desire as his fingers groped at the zipper behind her back. Before she was fully cognizant of what was taking place, she could feel the cool rush of air against her skin as he pulled the metal clasp all the way down to the tops of her buttocks. Suddenly the top half of her dress slipped from her arms to fall in a heap in her lap, and the youthful fingers were now digging at the hooks of her brassiere. At that moment Shirley was able to summon enough resolution to break the narcotic effects of the Spanish Fly and resist this unnatural affair with the adolescent youth.
"Larry . . . listen, please, we mustn't..." she murmured brokenly, trying to tear herself away from his pleading grasp. Mustering all of her remaining moral strength she jerked back away from his passionate hands and fell against the cushions of the couch, her brassiere-clad breasts jiggling from the force of her action. Fighting for breath, she gasped: "Larry, we can't do this! We just can't!"
"Oh, Mrs. Jackson, yes! Yes, I have to fuck you again!" the teenager cried out, a note of anguished determination in his voice. Shirley stared questioningly into his young beardless face, and saw unadulterated animal lust gleaming hotly from his dark brown eyes. Dear God, his tender innocence was gone! And then the ghastly truth struck her that she was the entire cause of his change from a once cherubic youth. She had perverted him for her own lewd desires, teaching him lust for lust's own sake without the tempering of mercy or compassion. She had nobody to blame except herself that now his young body was filled with a salacious urge for her again.
"No! No, I can't wait! I want to touch you and kiss you and make love to you! Right now! Please, Mrs. Jackson, please .. . let's take our clothes off and fuck!"
He reached out with his arms for the older woman again, and Shirley struggled in the boy's embrace weakly for another moment. Then all resistance ceased in her muscles and sinew, the Spanish Fly having finally taken almost total effect of her senses. The fourteen year old pressed his advantage over his music teacher, and ignoring her feeble denials, pushed her down on the cushion seats of the couch. Shirley's legs inadvertently opened, one foot unceremoniously kicking up in the air as her dress hiked up to her thighs. Larry sucked in his breath, his eager eyes seeing the crotch of her white nylon panties, and the tiny blonde tendrils of soft pubic hair which curled out from around the edges of the elastic leg bands.
And then as the older woman stared upwards half in horror, half in perverted anticipation, Larry began to undress. She watched him remove his tee-shirt, exposing his hairless, developing chest which was beating rapidly as a tom-tom . . . then slowly, almost torturously, unbuckle his pants and slide them down over his legs and kick them off with his shoes. He rolled his undershorts down next, his stiffened shaft of hardened young manhood jutting out from his youthful loins like a slender lance poised to spear her defenseless belly without mercy.
"Ooohhhhh God, noooo .. . " Shirley murmured in a daze, struggling to overcome her own obscene passions and the inexplicible effects of the aphrodisiac. She only knew that somehow she had to find the strength to close her wide-splayed legs. .. but before she could, young Larry was lying nakedly between them again in a mockery of natural sex and love. She was dimly aware of his hands once more beginning to strip her of her clothing, and told herself to stop him . .. stop him before again her desires burst out of control and ruined both of them.
But her drugged body refused to follow the weak commands of her mind, and she was incapable of fighting off his slender young fingers as they awkwardly jerked her dress down from her waist and wriggled it beneath him and over the tops of her knees. This time he was able to successfully wrestle with the unfamiliar snaps of her brassiere, and the boy muttered a lusty sigh of appreciation as he tore the cupping material free from her full white breasts and sent it spinning onto the floor alongside her dress. He raised up to his knees then between her quivering legs, and fumbled with the elastic waistband of her thin white panties as she writhed in'the paralyzing hold of the Spanish Fly. It took a moment for him to be able to slide the fabric from her gently undulating buttocks, but he learned quickly, and soon the secretion-wet panties were added to the skimpy pile of clothing beside the couch.
There was nothing left. His music teacher lay before the youth, completely naked as the goddess Venus, smoldering in overwhelming desire for the child who sat on his haunches between her open thighs.
"Ooohhhh cripes, Mrs. Jackson," she heard him groan. "I sure do want to fuck you again!" Shirley stiffened at the sound of the fourteen year old's obscenity, and yet his very lewdness only excited her more. She could feel a warm moisture seeping from the swollen pink lips of her exposed vaginal slit, and she tried to squeeze her legs together to ease the tantalizing sensations licking out of control through her naked loins. She brushed her inner thighs against the boy's slender sides, the very touch of his warm body making her tremble with renewed passion.
"What's happened to me?" she moaned incoherently. "Oh Lord, what's happened to me?" She felt her nakedness as a great shame covering her like an immoral cloak, one that could not be dislodged no matter how hard she tried. But soon she knew it would be replaced by something too sublime to resist - Larry's naked young flesh as he once more penetrated her vagina with his hardened virile cock. The fiery need for the boy who was hovering over her seethed through her heaving belly, and her head fell limply back onto the soft leather cushions, her breath deepening from her shameful surrender.
"Can I fuck you, Mrs. Jackson?" Larry plaintively asked. "Can I now?"
"Ohhhhhhhh Lord, yes! Yes, fuck me, you little darling!" the older woman groaned mindlessly. She was a slave to the drug-induced surges of forbidden lust that were making her ache to have this delectible child inside of her cunt once again. Her response to his tender, uncalloused hands as he suddenly smoothed them over her waiting , naked flesh with adolescent eagerness was explosive! Unknown to her, the aphrodisiac Spanish Fly had now taken complete control of her every nerve in her love-starved body!
An electrifying series of violent shocks seared through the mature teacher like a thousand tiny devils stabbing with wicked pitchforks. The gleefully tormenting demons prodded with needle-like tauntings along the inner moistness of her thighs, causing her to jerk her legs further outwards on either side of the boy, and involuntarily grind her writhing buttocks deeper into the cushions. Searing hot flames licked mercilessly at her nakedness, but her anguished rotations were futile in the drugged inferno of her passion. She lay twisting and mewling from the youthfully touch of fingertips along her inner thighs and lower belly, her mind struggling hopelessly against the stabs of delicious sensations which were teasingly following the feverish course of the boy's exploring hands.
Larry played delightedly with his music teacher's naked flesh, as a young kitten might torment an older but helplessly trapped mouse.
He glanced up and winked at his brother and Kirby Murdoek, who were looking through the open crack in the kitchen door, his chest puffing with the power he had over his desperately twisting teacher on the couch. Then the boy placed his thumbs on both the fleshy outer lips of her vaginal crevice, slowly pulling them wide apart until all of her tightly clasped, hair-fringed pussy was exposed to his lusting view again.
"Now, Mrs. Jackson .. . ! I'm going to fuck you right now .. . !"
... And behind the kitchen door that was slightly ajar, Larry's older brother turned to his sixteen year old buddy and said: "You think we oughta go in there now, Kirby?"
Kirby, his face etched with an obscene grin as he concentrated on the sight of the naked music teacher and her youthful lover, whispered: "No . . . not yet, not yet! I wanna watch this awhile! I've never seen Mrs. Jackson nekkid and screwing before! It's too hot to break up right now!"
"Sure, I guess you're right," Frank admitted, turning back to the depraved sight only a few feet away. "Besides, I guess Larry's sort of earned his turn with her. After we get started, he won't get a stroke in edgewise!"
But still the perverted teenager could feel a slight twinge of jealousy overcoming him as he studied the older woman's face and saw the unmistakable signs of sexual ferment. Damn, she liked Larry fucking her, and that was that! He leaned closer, edging the door open so he wouldn't miss any of this, partially contented in knowing that soon those long slim legs of Mrs. Jackson's would be wrapped tight around him as he shoved his own hard cock into her belly. By God, he'd fuck her within an inch of her life; he'd show her what a piece of ass was! She'd forget his brother and every other stud she'd ever known when he got finished with her! He could feel his own penis stiffening just at the idea as he crouched in the doorway and stared at the two naked bodies struggling on the couch across the playroom. Small beads of sweat began to form on his brow from the excitement he always felt when he watched a girl getting fucked by another kid ... especially this time when the girl was a thirty-two year old woman!
Chapter Five
Shirley Jackson rolled on the leather couch so that she and the boy were spread out completely sideways, one of her trembling legs over the edge and supporting their panting bodies from the floor.
"Ohhh, fuck me now, darling child!" the older woman crooned up into his mouth, her eyes clenched tightly shut, her pelvis grinding beneath his lean young pelvis. "Fuck me now, Larry!"
The boy started to move, but his music teacher beat him to it. Her hands came down between their bodies and circled around his throbbing penis, guiding its slender hardness between the lips of her mature pink cunt. Larry moaned above her as he felt his piano instructor move his erection up and down between her legs, parting the soft blonde hairs of her drug-tingling vagina with his swollen blunt cock-head. They grazed teasingly against it, forcing it into greater hardness until it ached from the excruciating pressure. The youth couldn't hold back another second in his adolescent enthusiasm, and flicked his hips forward as he had before and drove his slender cock into the gaping hot mouth of her pussy.
"Ahhhhh!" she sighed beneath him as he felt the warm elastic-like flesh slip wetly over his sensitive cock. It entered with a slight pop, and he felt her milking all of his boyish erection with her vaginal muscles as it raced up the depths of her belly. Then he hit bottom, his testicles slapping hard against the rounded cheeks of her ass.
Mrs. Jackson screamed a low, animal-like scream beneath him, twisting momentarily to lodge more of his delicious hardness deeper and deeper up inside her pussy. Her womb flared wide, and electric sensations rippled through her cunt and out their silken-haired lips, dancing like sparks across her trembling thighs and up through the tips of her pink, pulsating nipples. She rotated her hips from side to side around the young fleshy impalement, her vagina dilating to its rhythmic pumpings as her body matched the tempo of little Larry's pounding lunges.
Dear God, fucking had never felt this good before! It was even better than it had been last week! She didn't know why and she no longer cared - only that the slim driving cock of this beautiful child was becoming a part of her very being! He had crawled inside of her! Larry and his music teacher were one fleshy mass of sensation, of magical mergings of naked lust! The boy was driving her insane! She never wanted it to stop!
"Goddamn!" Kirby gasped from his crouching position behind the door. "Larry's really scoring with Mrs. Jackson!"
"You ain't just blowing smoke out your ass!" Frank watched the fleshy hardness of his brother's skewering penis slide up and down between the older woman's thighs, and an obscene thrill rippled through him at the obscene sight. Mrs. Jackson didn't know it yet, but this was just the beginning for her, and Frank could hardly wait for his chance to delve between those same jerking loins. In fact, the way he felt right now with his own prick bulging out the front of his pants like a stiff poker, he had to join in right this minute!
"Hey, listen! Are you ready, Kirby?"
The other sixteen year old glanced down at the hardness which was protruding from his own pair of Levis. "Anytime, Frank."
"Well, grab the pitcher of doctored punch, and let's get in there and join the fun!"
"You mean you wanna give Mrs. Jackson some more Spanish fly?"
"Sure! There's all afternoon yet ... and don't forget about her children's concert tonight!"
Kirby stared at his depraving buddy for a moment before he got the drift of Frank's lewd comment. "You bastard!" he whispered admiringly, going to the refrigerator. "Oh, you bastard! Turning her on for the recital tonight, too! Man, what won't you think of next?"
Frank chuckled with meaningful lewdness. "Wait and see .. . !"
"Ohhhh, Mrs. Jackson!" little Larry Dempsey was panting as he ceaselessly rammed his blood-engorged cock deep into the white belly of his now abandoned piano teacher. He could feel the hot white cum building up inside his heated round scrotum as it beat hard against her upturned buttocks.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Shirley droned on in drugged, mindless delight. There was no tomorrow, no today, no anything but her deep wet grotto of unfulfilled lust and the pistoning young penis which was filling it so supremely. This was corrupting madness at its very worst - a total surrender to the lure of forbidden flesh, and her aphrodisiac-slaved mind reveled in her depraved seduction. "Ohhhhh yes! Yes, darling boy! Fuck me harder! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeee .. . !"
The mature teacher was approaching what she knew was an orgasm to surpass all other orgasms, and her body became something of an animal, no longer human as she twisted and contorted in her frenzied quest for climactic release.
A sudden murmuring of voices made her frown with uncomprehehsion. Through the daze of passion and Spanish fly, she was vaguely aware of others having entered the room, but it didn't matter to her now. Nothing mattered except the naked teenager's body driving into her insatiable cunt from above.
"Jesus!" she heard a voice like Larry's brother exclaim. "Look at Mrs. Jackson climb your cock!" .
"She's wild! She's wild!" a Larry-voice squealed in reply.
"I told you she'd let loose once you fed her the punch!" a sound like Kirby's surly tone said triumphantly. "Man, we've been watching you all the time, and it's been too much! Come on, give us some of her!"
"In a minute!" Larry cried out. "I ... I'm almost ready to cum!"
"Don't fuck her to death!" Frank laughed with glee. "Save some of that hot pussy for us!"
"Ram it to her, Larry! Ram it to her good!"
The puzzling voices continued as the remarks became still more lewd, but it never seemed to register on her lust-blown mind. She drove on unheedingly, almost ready to cum, unable to stop as her ravenously hungry cunt spiraled up the full length of the youngster's cock. She thrust her hips . . . again . . . again ... Then .. .
"Ahhhhhh!" With a deep-throated mewl, the older woman's naked body began vibrating uncontrollably, and lubricating secretions flowed from her throbbing cuntal passage. She reached frantically under her squirming buttocks with both her hands to caress the tender young testicles that were pressing into the split of her ass. She felt them spasm ...
"Cum, Larry! Oh cum with me, you darling lover-child!"
She could feel her insides splitting apart as the blunt head of his delicious penis suddenly flared and began to spurt. She could feel his virile fresh sperm shooting into her like thin molten lava, erupting in spilling answer to her own flowing cum into the already drowning cavern of her pinkly quivering cunt.
"Ohhh, fill me up, boy! Fill me up!" the piano teacher moaned incoherently as the sensitive walls of her pussy clasped like a spasmodic hand around the youthfully spurting cock, sucking the last drop as it overflowed and ran down her already wetly covered thighs. She wanted to wallow in it again, to wallow in her unquenchable depravities...
"Again! Oh God, lover-boy, again!" she sobbed in frustration. But it was useless. As much as she squeezed her buttocks up against Larry's softening penis, it would not come alive again, its mastery gone over her still seething emotions. With a satiated sigh of contentment, the fourteen year old rolled from between her still gyrating thighs and onto the floor beside the couch.
"Noooo! Nnnnnnoooooo! I need more! Fuck me, darling child! Fuck me again!" Shirley was beside herself with the drug-induced lust. She kicked out her legs wide in the air, her own fingers manipulating ineffectually the hair-fringed slit of her pussy. She dug into her swollen vaginal flesh greedily, trying to reach that impossible height to which that vanquished young cock had sent her soaring a moment before.
Frank snickered as he watched the mature instructor, a glitter of obscene desire burning in his beady eyes. Then he said to his younger brother on the floor: "Okay, punk, now you'll see what a man can do!"
"Yeah, and I'd better join in just so he can see it," Kirby added with a note of good-humored competition.
Shirley felt the cushions of the couch depress as a body leaned over her. Through lust-glazed, aphrodisiac-fogged eyes, she struggled to see who it was - and then her hands froze in their lewd position of masturbation! It was Frank Dempsey!
"Oh, God no!" she gasped in sudden humiliation at Larry's brother seeing her like this, naked and with her belly filled with the wetness of fresh boyish sperm. She opened her mouth in horror, and then noticed the grinning countenance of Frank's friend, Kirby Murdock, and she was suddenly too paralyzed to scream. Dear God, they were both here! Where had they come from? Mortified beyond endurance, she jerked one arm up from her still spread-legged loins and covered her face, her features reddening from the shame and fear of having been caught in this depraved and evil position.
"Hey, take it easy, Mrs. Jackson," Frank said in mock comfort. "It ain't all that bad!"
"Hell no," Kirby chimed in. "Relax, Teach!"
"Wh-what?" Shirley gasped in a broken, sobbing voice.
"We've come to join the party, not break it up."
Shirley listened, mouth agape, scarcely able to believe what she was hearing. As the initial reaction of horrified panic settled into disbelieving wonder, she raised her head from the couch, and stared first at one and then at the other of the two sixteen year olds. Dear God, what now. . . ? Join the party? How? But the older woman's glazed, drugged mind was too filled with unsated passions and her belly too aching with unfulfilled desires to fully comprehend.
Frank leaned forward some more, drawing a tingling line down between her large firm breasts with a fingertip. "Yeah, we've been watching Larry fuck you, you know . . . watching you all the time from the kitchen."
"I ... I don't understand! What do you want?"
The older brother trailed his middle finger down the unresisting length of the quivering teacher's body with undisguised relish. Still without answering her, he came to rest at her slim white thighs where thin trails of fresh sperm could be seen glistening wetly in the dim light. The boy's face contorted with carnal pleasure as he thought that now his turn had finally come ... ! '
"Why," he drawled, "we want some private lessons, Mrs. Jackson. A little special tutoring, like you've been giving Larry here the last couple of weeks!"
"Larry!" she gasped in shock and dismay. "You ... you didn't tell them!"
"Gee," the boy said, chagrined, "I guess it kind of slipped out, Mrs. Jackson. I'm sorry." But in spite of his facade of shame, Shirley could see there was a gleam of obscene pride in his dark young eyes, and a small, unhideable grin of licentiousness around his mouth.
The older woman felt her naked flesh crawl with dread and humiliation. She'd been a fool ... a blind fool, leading herself into a trap of her own making! She had nobody to blame except herself, and now she was reaping the rewards of her salacious molesting! Yet even as she felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her belly, she could sense tiny butterfly-like tinglings flitting through her nerves, and her shame knew no bounds as she recognized the signs of her continuing arousal. "Oh God," she moaned abjectly. "Oh God, oh God ..."
"What's the matter, Teach?" Kirby taunted. "You all shook up because me and Frank know you love having guys like us fuck you? Now, there's no need to worry, because we don't plan to say anything. That is ... if you're nice to us, too!"
"If you know what we mean," Frank added with a sneering grin.
Shirley's stomach knotted and convulsed as though it had turned inside out. She knew exactly what they both meant, and there was no question as to what they had in mind to do to her. Still, she sought to play naive.
"And ... what does being nice to you mean?"
"Fuck us!" she heard Kirby Murdock rasp heatedly. "Yeah, fuck us good! So you'd sic my old man on me when I didn't play your dumb piano right, would you? Well, Mrs. Jackson, now it's my turn to call the tune!"
Shirley felt her mouth twisting into a harsh, cynical smile of bitterness. She understood it all now, and it was obvious that part of what was happening to her was in retribution for her treatment of Kirby those many months ago. His dull-witted brain had kept alive the vengeful contempt he had for her, and now he was going to pay her back! He and Frank were placing her in a position of having to give her body to them in order to avoid still a worse fate, the implications that they would tell on her obvious in their words and actions. Suddenly she felt nauseous, tears of self-pity swelling in her eyes. But she forced herself not to cry; no matter what they did to her now, she wouldn't give these two young monsters the satisfaction of seeing her begging on top of everything else!
In one last attempt to save her pride and body, she looked at them coldly in the eye, her courage spurred on by desperation. "I won't do it," she gritted through clenched teeth. "I won't do it, and . . . and you can't make me!"
"We don't have to make you, Mrs. Jackson," Frank said with a cruel snicker. "You'll do it all by yourself, and willingly too. You're still hot inside, aren't you? Larry wasn't enough, and you know why?"
"N-No," she whispered in a faltering voice, suddenly chilled to the bone by the tone of his confident boasting.
"On account of the punch you drank, Teach!" Kirby said in answer. "On account we put some Spanish Fly in it!"
They could have struck her, the impact was that great! Shirley flung the back of her hand across her gaping mouth with the realization of his lewd statement, feeling the truth of it as delicious sensations continued to torment her nerves and blood. "You didn't!" she gasped. "God, not cantharides! Not that! It's a deadly poison, sometimes fatal! No!"
And then as she watched them in an unwanted, inflamed half-stupor, the stomach gripping dread of before turned into sheer unadulterated panic. She suddenly lurched from the couch and started for the living room, sped on by the knowledge of what she would allow in her drugged state if she were caught. That single horrifying idea made her uncaring that she was without a stitch of clothing, without pride, without anything except stark terror.
"Hey! Stop her!" she heard Kirby cry out, and she felt Frank's slender fingers grab her harshly by the arm. She turned and twisted in his grip, biting the boy's hand as hard as she could. His howl was only dim in her ears as her brain churned with the insane desire to escape ... to run and run and never stop running . . . Then Kirby clutched at her naked heel, and she stumbled on the wood panel flooring, losing her balance as she staggered for her freedom. Like a football player being tackled in the end-zone, she sprawled flat on her stomach on the living room carpet, Kirby and then Frank landing on top of her so hard that the wind was knocked from her lungs.
Kirby pressed tightly down over the full length of her back, and she was forced to lay spread-legged on the carpet. The carpet smelled of dust that made her gag for breath, but she couldn't move, only able to moan in protest as she felt the savage youth kneeling in front of her, holding her by leaning over and pressing down with his hands on her back. She fought with all her might, but he had the leverage and adolescent strength, and she was forced to lie prostrate, feeling the hardness from the crotch of his Levi's pressing against her tender cheeks.
Frank, in his excitement, was playing his hands over the smooth rounded contours of her nakedly quivering buttocks behind her, and despite the sensual effects of the Spanish Fly, she still tried to hopelessly squirm away. But the slow seductive movement of her hips only succeeded in sharpening his desire for his brother's piano teacher.
"Let's fuck Mrs. Jackson now," he hissed with a coarse, impatient tone in his voice.
"Oh God, please don't! Don't do it to me!"
"What are you sniveling about, Teach?" Kirby laughed down at her mewling face. "Just remember how good it felt when little Larry's prick was inside your twat! Come on, Frank, throw the bitch your bone!"
"Yeah! Lemme get my pants off first!" The older brother stood up then and unzipped his trousers, while Kirby took his hands away long enough to strip naked in front of the older woman. Clothing was strewn'every which-way, until at last all the boys, including fourteen year old Larry who was standing wide-eyed in the playroom doorway, were entirely naked.
Shirley, defeated and breathlessly splayed on the floor, shuddered with unwanted eroticism. At the same time she vainly tried to control the still seething passions which had begun when young Larry was fucking her and which were still creeping involuntarily through her body. She gasped, the breath catching in her throat as she caught her first sight of young Kirby's penis. His fleshy chest was covered with the fuzz of developing hair, and his short, fat cock jerked straight out from beneath an overhanging roll of baby-fat on his tender lower belly. Dear God . . . even the sight of Frank Dempsey's more slender, if slightly longer penis was enough to send chills through her! The utterly obscene abuses they were planning to commit with their hardened shafts of flesh were setting off a churning excitement in her loins she was unable to vanquish! Lord . . . they were treating her with the contempt deserved of a common whore . .. and maybe she was one after all!
She pleadingly looked up at Larry, and then cringed beneath the lustfully eager expression on his handsome young face. It seemed impossible that this boy she'd so ardently loved could be part of such a perverted rape - yet it was true! Worse, she was beginning to wonder if this was going to actually turn out to be a rape, or if she would succumb to the teenagers in her drugged state of arousal. She couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from the stiff boyish cocks that were pulsing out from the hairless loins of the other two young children, and somewhere deep in her mind she questioned if they would feel better inside her than Larry's immature hardness had. Ashamed at her own weakness, she stiffened her body in moral resistance, pressing tighter to the dirty carpeting on the floor beneath her.
Bitter tears of anguish and pain ran down her cheeks despite her promise not to weep, feeling young Frank drop behind her and slowly, relentlessly, force her legs apart again. She tried to clench her muscles tightly together, but there was no stopping him from inserting his knee into the unprotected crevice between her legs. Soon her inner muscles tired as she felt them being painfully pushed apart, and the boy's hardened penis pressed with wet intimacy into the upraised junction of her inner thighs. One of his hands gripped the soft flesh of her narrow waist and pulled her tautly clenched hips powerfully off the floor, while Kirby continued to press his hands behind her neck, forcing her face and breasts into the dirty carpet.
The older woman's naked buttocks wavered high off the floor behind her now, and she lay in a submissive kneeling position, all thoughts of resistance gone. She had an urge to turn her head back and look at sixteen year old Frank to show him her defiance, but there was no strength even to do that. There was no sense in further prolonging this inevitable rape she was about to be subjected to. Let them take her, damn it! Let them all rut in her beaten flesh, but they would not.. . must not ... conquer her soul as well, drugs or no drugs!
Kneeling behind her, Frank ground his slender young cock in the narrow white crevice between her buttocks, pressuring the soft quivering cheeks together to enclose his penis like the fitting of a warm, wet kiss along the standing ridges of her spine, feeling the piano teacher tremble beneath him. She groaned slightly as her mature body shivered from the moist contact on her naked loins and back. He placed his thumbs on either side of her exposed cuntal slit and pressed out gently, gradually.. . and the unexpected change from pain and brutality to one of tenderness and caress caught the music instructor off her guard. She had geared her mind to fighting torture and humiliation, not this new-found softness and pleasure! Shirley shuddered as the boy continued his gentle pressure, and her muscles which had been keyed against his expected vicious assault involuntarily relaxed in loose tranquility.
His youthful face was crouched on the same level with the thin pink folds of vaginal flesh which covered her pubic mound, and as he watched with gleaming eyes, they slowly parted of their own volition to the guiding motion of his thumbs. He could see all of her mature smooth cunt and the glistening moisture of her secretions upon her inner thighs, as with the easing of the pain and the fatigue of her resistance, she allowed her buttocks to slip wider and wider apart.
He breathed softly into her pussy. The older woman squirmed and he could hear a faint mewl slipping from between her now open lips. She tried to move slightly, but her motions were not those of escape or fear, but rather of delight to the featherlike touch of his hands and breath against the sensitivity of her unprotected flesh.
Frank Dempsey grinned at Kirby, and then with one quick rush of his thin pink tongue, he thrust forward between the warm moist folds of her defenseless pussy. The adolescent heard her gasp from the sudden unexpected entry into her soft open cunt, and he pressed his mouth closer to wetly kiss the whole of her exposed vaginal slit. He began a sudden flicking and licking of his spearing tongue imbedded up inside her cuntal lips, sucking and swirling crazily while her vaginal passage involuntarily contracted tightly around the long smooth length of his working tongue.
"Ohhhhh," Shirley sighed as she sensed the dewy, tantalizing kisses being lavished on the hair-lined slit between her legs. Every muscle in her body tightened from the tingling pleasure licking unwantedly between her open thighs, while soft escaping moans of unwilling delight arose from her contricted throat. She'd never allowed her cunt to be kissed before, even when her ex-husband Doug has suggested the perversion a few times! The whole idea of mouths to genitals had repulsed her ... but now, she had already indulged in so much depravity, that there was little left in her mind to resist the further assault upon her decency. She tried to fight her lewd responses, but she found to her growing shame that she was reacting to the luridly wet mouthings with building excitement. The young boy behind her buttocks was pushing his face further up into her vaginal slit, teasing her hardening clitoris relentlessly with his flickering tongue, the resultant sensations tantalizing her tender flesh. She sensed she was gradually falling prey to her lewdly prurient desires again, and her naked body was once more approaching that exquisite state where nothing would matter but to delight in total abandonment. And she could do nothing to stop herself, being forced to kneel in abject submission before these youthful tormentors and accept whatever cruel debaucheries they wished to subject her to. The lewd admission of her approaching defeat made her squirm her buttocks back against the licking mouth to punish herself all the more.
"Cripes!" the open mouthed Larry Dempsey blurted. He watched with disbelieving eyes as his teacher groaned and twisted beneath his brother's lashing tongue that was orally fucking into her cunt. He could see every full, rich detail of Frank's lips in the mature woman's nakedly parted twat! Mrs. Jackson was going wild from having her pussy sucked! Man, this was too much! He took one hand and wrapped his trembling fingers around the throbbing shaft of his own rejuvenated penis, beginning to stroke his youthful re-erection lightly in time to the slavishly flicking tongue that was buried in her uptilted vaginal slit from behind.
Frank continued to work slave-like behind his younger brother's kneeling music instructor, his tongue making wet sluicing sounds with each wicked thrust he made. Shirley's cries were one long low continuous moan now as he slid his lashing tongue into the confines of her warm smooth vagina. He pushed his face still further under her pussy and began to tease at it gleefully with his nipping teeth while she writhed and churned her buttocks above him in an unwilling dance of passion.
"Ohhhhhhh! Ahhhhh!" she groaned, her body out of control from the aphrodisiac still in effect, and her mind rapidly approaching that same point of insane desire from the deliriously obscene sucking of her cunt. With a lewd and smug satisfaction, Frank behind her could feel the muscles of her inner thighs hollowing and contracting around the sides of his moistened cheeks as he licked and sucked at her with greedy untamed lust. The older woman's vagina flowered involuntarily wider, and her cuntal secretions increased with each further second the boy's sucking mouth laved at her widespread loins. Her moisture ran in warm wet trickles down the sides of the youngster's cheeks pressed tightly into the softness of her smoothly gripping thighs, then down the ivory columns of her legs to stain the carpet beneath her knees.
"Uuuuhhhhh!" she grunted as he moved his mouth deeper into her pussy, expanding the pinkly swollen lips with every swipe he took. Oh Lord, how this child was debasing her! Treating her like a slut from the gutter! A strange masochistic pleasure rippled through her fevered flesh, adding to the potency of the Spanish Fly. She wanted to be destroyed by it; she wanted to be fucked and sucked until she could never walk again! The lewd subjugation of her helpless, kneeling form was driving her wild with lust-inciting sensations!
"Ohhhhh, you kid!" she suddenly heard herself call out in uncontrol, the rhythm of his skewering tongue too much to resist any longer. "Ohhhh, suck me, kid! Suck my cunt!"
Frank heard the older woman's obscenities, and felt the wild abandoned tempo of her naked lush body, and his slender penis ached from the anticipation to ram it into her mature softness. With some difficulty he slithered to his knees and worked his lean young hips into the now wet and glistening opening of her buttocks from behind. He held his hard virile penis tightly between his fingers and poised its blood-filled head at the elastic hole of her hungry cunt. He watched with lust-gleaming eyes as the moist vaginal lips nibbled at his erection like the mouth of a fish, and he felt a small dew drop of seminal emission forming on the tip of his tortured cock. He had to have this woman now, or he would cum all over her ass!
He moved forward, slipping as far up between her wide-splayed thighs as he could go, guiding his long boyish hardness between the warm enveloping folds of her swollen pussy. He groaned in adolescent desire, never in his sixteen years having felt anything so soft and tender around his cock! Gripped between the delicious lips of ready, willing cuntal flesh, the lewd contact of his slender erection pressed into the lushness of the teacher's quivering buttocks incited him to uncontrollable lust. Frank flexed his youthful loins, feeling all of the frustration he had built up since last Saturday suddenly surging forward with him into the warm welcoming belly of the older woman before him. He gasped out loud through the silence of the living room as he felt the tight constricting walls of her vagina soothingly enclose the rock-hard shaft of his prodding cock.
"Oooohhhhhhh!" Shirley moaned. Not from pain, for she was now wet and open and eagerly expecting his entry, but from the degrading knowledge that she was helplessly trapped by the cruel hands of the boy in front of her and the young penis skewering into her from behind. And worse yet, that she was no longer merely bowing to the inevitable, but was obscenely wallowing in abandoned pleasure to the subjugation and debasing ravishment of her body. She had lost her battle against the lewd sensations, and rising flames of demand were engulfing all of her naked flesh. Even the agonizing thought of having darling Larry watching her total surrender was sending thrills racing along the base of her spine as she felt the savage rhythm of his older brother's cock stroking into her pussy. There was no respite, the intrusion expanding as she felt the lean weight of his developing pelvis crush hard against her buttocks, sweeping them wider and wider apart as he sunk his boyish penis as deep inside her hungry wet cunt as it would go.
But this was not enough for the lunging teenager. He raised his hand as he continued the uncontrolled assault, and brought it down hard against the older woman's upraised buttocks, the flat smack of his hit echoing painfully through the room. Shirley's scream shattered the quiet an instant later.
"Shake it, Mrs. Jackson!" the boy gasped through his tightly clenched teeth. "Shake your ass! Shake it good!"
Shirley complied without hesitation. Her buttocks rotated as she let herself follow his rhythm, grinding and twisting her hips back against his driving virile hardness as though she were glued to it. She could feel him thrusting more sadistically now, the sight of her drugged and unrestrained body inciting him to faster and harder efforts. Her breath came in spasmodic puffings now as she droned out her passion into the carpet, her face turned sideways so that all the boys could see the effect the teenager's fucking was having on her. Her lips opened and closed in groaning torment, half in humiliation and shame from the sensations burning through her nerves, and half in fear she would be ripped asunder by the cruelly pounding penis that was pumping brutally into her cunt.
There was suddenly another movement around her head, and she could feel the carpet dropping in front of her face as a heavy weight descended around her mouth. Fingers fumbled with her lips, trying to part them . . . and then she felt a spongy, moist sensation pressing against her teeth. She raised her eyes and to her horror saw a stubby penis right before her eyes. Kirby, who could no longer take the lust-arousing sight of the piano teacher being fucked from behind by his buddy, had released her arms and now had wriggled closer to her face. She was now pressed tightly into his naked loins, and his legs were splayed out on either side of her shoulders.
The second sixteen year old lifted her head with the flat of his palm pushing back against her forehead. She mumbled in revulsion and tried to shake herself free, but he held her tightly and she could not move. She could only clench her teeth and lips together and try to avert her mouth, but he was not to be denied his share of this wild-fucking woman! As he increased his pressure, it felt to Shirley as if her lips were being pushed back through the sharpness of her teeth. He groaned and struggled, feeling them part little by little .. . and then suddenly Frank gave an extra hard lunge into her vagina, and Shirley could not stifle the resultant gasp of pleasure. The short thick penis crushed through her soft moist lips and into the warm wetness of her mouth. She could feel the virile erection slithering up the length of her tongue and fill her mouth completely with its adolescent hardness.
"You like playing music, Mrs. Jackson," she heard Kirby command harshly above the top of her head. "So start blowing a melody on my skinflute!"
Her lips slowly began to nibble at the thrusting short length of tender young cock, and she coughed and sputtered at first until she became accustomed to the unnatural invasion of her mouth. She tried not to think of what she was doing, but it was impossible not to. His round, firm testicles bounced against her chin and there was the intriguing odor of his budding male arousal around his hairless loins that filled her nostrils with the constant reminder of the perverted act she was being forced to commit.
"Suck my pecker, Mrs. Jackson! Suck it till I cum in your mouth!"
Behind her, Frank could feel himself building toward the end. He knew it would be soon, and began to fuck the teacher faster, battering mercilessly the trembling cheeks of her fleshy buttocks with his hard driving hips. His hands grabbed her slender waist and squeezed the flaccid flesh as he stared down at her curvaceous bucking body and bobbing head. The contrast of Kirby's pale boyish penis disappearing into the moist pink fullness of her lips shot electric surges through the length of his rutting penis. "Man!" he shouted hoarsely, "Man, oh man!" The saliva in Shirley's mouth grew and grew. It was becoming slightly sticky now as small emissions of seminal fluid seeped from the end of the boy's cock into its warm depth. She could feel Kirby's fatty hips writhing below her bobbing head as though he were in the throes of an epileptic fit. His short fingers curled tightly into her long blonde hair as he slipped her ovalling mouth up and down over the end of his thrusting young hardness, treating her lips as though they were another vaginal slit into which to vent his teenaged lust. The older woman could feel his penis stretching and expanding inside her mouth until there was no more room left, and moaned piteously around it as he shoved hard down her throat in a lewd attempt to meet the other youngster's cock skewering deep into her belly from behind.
The piano teacher knew that at any moment Kirby's penis would begin to spew out loads of obscene sperm into her mouth until it spilled from her lips and ran down her chin in thin white trails. Instead of being revolted by the idea, Shirley was incensed more than ever by it, and she thought it as being the second finest thing she could experience - the first being to feel young male cum ejaculate up into her warmly milking cunt!
In place of shame or guilt was now the wonderfully exciting desire for her entire mature body to be saturated in fresh boy semen, until it swirled up inside her belly and spurted out again in wildly flooding rivers of depraved sensation. She wanted to be filled with cum, to swallow and absorb it until her very pores were saturated in it. And she sucked insatiably at the hard thin penis in her mouth, swirling her tongue hungrily over the tender young flesh and thrusting back her wetly gripping loins against the more than willing child behind so she could accept every fraction of his smoothly pistoning hardness deep up inside of her pussy.
And then . . . then she got her wish!
She felt her insides erupt in great hot flashes of intensive fire, tunneling through her veins in a never-ending torrent of mounting pleasure. She licked and sucked at the virile cock slewing in her mouth, groaning around the thrusting penis as her long-awaited orgasm began to spiral upwards through her loins. Suddenly Kirby jerked his cock from the older woman's hungry mouth, holding the pulsing red glans about two inches away from her lips.
"No! No, child, no I must have it!" Shirley cried out abjectly, leaning forward to take it once again into the wet confines between her lips. As if in answer, the teenager's penis began to spew hot, surging cum directly into the searching cavern of her mouth, and she immediately opened it wider and thrust out her wet tongue in an abandoned effort to receive more of his delicious white seed. The thin, quick spurts streamed from his cock-head like milk from a cow's udder, and she swallowed voraciously to keep from losing a single precious droplet of his hot, tasty semen, her Adam's apple bobbing rapidly up and down as his wildly ejaculating cock shot its lewd sperm into her face. Kirby's penis throbbed out its last remaining stream of seminal fluid and thin strings of his hot, youthful seed ran down the tip of his cock to her glistening wet lips. The depraved music teacher, still unquenched, lifted her head from the carpet still more and took the deflating erection into her mouth, sucking like a starving calf to lick the teenager clean.
She could still feel the soft rubbery length along her swirling tongue when she heard a high-pitched grunt from behind her. She felt her thighs and buttocks swept wide apart in one last savage rush as Larry's brother fucked into her cunt with his overwhelming orgasm. His mouth cried out: "Aaaaiiieeeee!" as she felt his lewd fresh semen filling her vaginal passage with a tremendous charge of liquid. She could feel it flooding hotly into her and filling the depths of her womb until she thought she would drown inside. There were several convulsive jerkings of his hips against the soft cheeks of her buttocks, and then he fell forward over her back, pushing her face down across a temporarily satiated Kirby who was still having his cock licked clean. There was no movement except for the whipping sounds of fourteen year old Larry masturbating by the side of them, his dark young eyes rolling in their sockets as he too approached another orgasm. There was a movement of bodies and Shirley felt herself falling onto the dirty carpet as Kirby slipped from under her and Frank lifted himself exhaustedly from her back. There was a cool rush of air between her legs as his limp penis withdrew, and then the double-raped teacher rolled over on her back and lay still, unable to move or care. She was only able to glance up through lust-smoked eyes to see the youthful Larry kneeling between her open legs now. He was stroking his slender penis with his hand, his eyes locked insanely on the swollen pink flesh of her wettened pubic mound. She heard him groan and felt a sudden rush of hot new cum flood wetly over her naked breasts. She simply lay there, too battered and defeated to even place an arm protectively across her sperm-splashed breasts, just allowing the fresh young cream to dribble over her fleshy globes and trickle down her naked sides ...
Frank Dempsey stood up after some time had passed and with his legs spread in an arrogant stance, looked down at his younger brother's music teacher, his hands on his hips, his slender boyish cock quivering in half-erection. "I'm almost ready to go again, men," he bragged as he sneered mockingly down at the older woman. "So am I!" Kirby echoed. "I get to fuck her next!"
"Take your time," Frank retorted. "We've got all afternoon. The folks went to visit some friends and won't be back until tonight, and we'll be finished by then. We can screw Mrs. Jackson all day, because she doesn't have to be at her Children's Concert until seven o'clock.
Right, Larry?"
"Y-Yeah," Larry said, his eyes downcast. Now, in the aftermath of his orgasm, he was reconsidering his rash action in setting up this depraving trap for his teacher. Looking at her now, splayed out on the carpet in a dazed, befouled condition, his heart went out for her, and he wished that he could have been able to do it over ... to never have opened his fat mouth last Saturday and set this obscene chain of events into action. But it was too late to cry over it now ... there was nothing he could do except follow along to whatever despicable end finally happened to all of them.
"Yeah," he said, his voice growing softer, "it's at seven. We're all going, aren't we?"
"Sure, Larry, sure. We're all going - but it ain't going to be no sissy piano recital the kids will see!"
"Think the teach will hold out until then?"
"We better make sure, Kirby! Bring in the pitcher and we'll refresh Mrs. Jackson with a nice drink of punch!"
Shirley, alarmed now by the boy's callous talk, knew that if she drank any more of the Spanish Fly, she would never have a chance to save a vestige of her mind or body. The older boy laughed when his buddy handed him a glass of the doctored punch, and he got down on his knees to give it to her. He lifted her head from the carpet by her hair, and thrust the lip of the glass between her teeth against her will. She clenched her mouth tightly shut in a vain attempt to ward off the drugging substance, but he pressed harder, forcing her to swallow some. The cool liquid trickled down to her stomach, and she coughed to keep from gagging, but with each cough there was a further pressure on the glass, forcing more down the narrow confines of her throat.
"Hot damn!" Kirby chuckled as she swallowed defensively so she could breathe. "You better pour her some more, Frank. She's a real guzzler!"
At first the thought of what the punch would make her do again made her sick, but with each further drink, it began to deaden her feelings of dreadful apprehension. She was beginning to believe that it wouldn't have made much difference whether she'd been given an aphrodisiac or not. The stuff in the glass might well be colored water, for all the changes it had made on her unleashed character. Drugged or riot�; she had willingly allowed her naked body to accept the brutal impalements, eagerly spreading her thighs for both Dempsey brothers while sucking off another boy's cock until she'd tasted his boiling cum. She could not deny the pleasures of thrashing mindlessly with all of them inside of her body, and the tremendous waves of delicious passion which had wracked her naked flesh. The three young teenagers had felt damnably good to her, and no matter how carnal or lewd it was, she could not deny the truth of it to herself.
In fact, as she lay back with the glass now empty, Shirley was forced to confess that she felt nothing but utter, total relaxation in the aftermath of this first orgy. Neither hate or revulsion had taken hold of her mind this time, and they had after young Larry alone had fucked her last Saturday morning. God, not only had she abandonedly reveled in the forbidden sordidness of a children's gang-rape, but it seemed to have lessened her tensions and soothed her nerves far better than all of her short-lived vows and broken promises! How ironic, the blonde music teacher thought, that she who was once so sinlessly frigid and despising of sex, should lie here completely naked and be thinking in such obscene, earthy ways! She chuckled to herself, feeling almost grateful for the callousness which seemed to have begun thickening the mental skin of her previously pitifully naive manner. Larry had not been the only one who'd once been innocent ... !
She had changed, Spanish Fly or no Spanish Fly, and there was no doubt about that in her mind. Whether her passionate lessons in sexual awakening had been good for her or not was another matter, but she hoped that if she lived through the rest of this day, she would have the chance to leave San Martin and go to some distant town to start anew. She might even be able to find a decent man to whom she could bring the physical pleasure she had been so thoroughly taught by these three delightful boys. Yes, by tomorrow, she would be driving her car in search of that un-named town and that faceless man. Even if she had to hitch-hike, she had to leave at once rather than stay here another second, for it was obvious to her that she could not trust either herself or anybody else when it came to holding down her newly-discovered desires. One more Saturday like this in San Martin, and her life would not be worth living...
Her thoughts were interrupted by Kirby Murdock. He grasped her legs in powerful fingers and levered her unresisting thighs up off the carpet in an arc, pressing her knees harshly into her breasts. Her tortured body was bent back, the glistening flattened plane of her well-fucked vagina presented up to his leering features in sacrificial offering. He was poised over her in a push-up position, his hands holding her calves back, his stubby penis hard again and aimed straight at her helplessly upturned cuntal slit.
"Jam it to her!" Frank yelled in encouragement. "Jam your pecker to Mrs. Jackson's tits!"
Shirley quivered in the force of the boy's grip on her naked legs, and looked up through narrow hazy slits of her eyes at the naked youth poised above her unresisting body. Fire was licking throughout her loins in spite of her recent climax, her passions spurred on by her depraved position and the fresh glasses of aphrodisiac which she'd had to drink.
She rolled her head from side to side, seeing the faint forms of Frank and Larry watching her humiliation from either side . . . but it did not matter to her in the least. The fires of uncontrollable, perverted lust raged out of control in her pulsating vagina, and nothing seemed to care to her now, nothing at all ...
"Yes, you little bastard," she hissed up at the overweight youth. She wriggled her lush womanly buttocks at him in lewd invitation. "Ram it to my tits. ..!"
Time after that became a meaningless and blurred mergings of cocks and more cocks for the sex-drugged older woman. Many long hours later, she was cleaned up by Larry and dressed in one of his mother's bathrobes, her limbs too weak and satiated to be able to perform for herself, and only dimly she heard the voice of Frank say he'd bring the hot-rod around to the back door of the kitchen so they would not be seen when they left. Slowly putting one rubbery leg before the other, Shirley leaned on Larry and Kirby and allowed them to take her outside and to the old souped-up Chevrolet. Exhausted, soiled, but pleasantly satisfied with an euphoria of drugged unawareness of what was happening to her, she tottered as the door was opened for her. She almost fell inside, lowering herself to the comfortable bucket seat in front.
"Now!" she faintly heard Frank say as he started the car. "Now, on to the Concert!"
Chapter Six
Oh God, the hopelessly drugged teacher thought as she rode, why are they forcing me into this? She'd done all that they'd wanted today . . . why this additional painful humiliation in front of all her other children? Oh why? she whimpered silently . . .
Frank Dempsey maneuvered his old Chevrolet along the winding, tree-shaded lanes to San Martin High School, driving carefully so that he would not risk being stopped by the police. The high school was a huge and old-fashioned brick affair with a large gravel parking lot fronting it. It was almost seven o'clock now, and the lot was partially filled by hot-rods and family cars belonging to the students who'd come for the recital. The building itself was dark and deserted looking, except for one side-entrance door which was open, and light streaming from the music room downstairs. It was the music room with its large grand piano which Shirley had reserved for her private concert many weeks before, and which was now filled with anticipating boys.
Frank parked and then the sixteen year old boy said to his brother and Kirby in the back, "You two go in there and make sure that the custodian is out of the way. I wouldn't want him to see us now!"
"Right!" Kirby said eagerly, climbing out.
Larry, more reluctantly, swallowed thickly. "You sure this is fair, Frank? You said you wouldn't hurt Mrs. Jackson!"
"Why you little twerp, just do as you're told!" his older brother snarled. "Nobody's hurting your precious piano teacher! We're only having our kicks with her, and what the hell, she's not complaining, is she?"
"But she can't! You've got her so doped up that-"
"Shut up! You want a fist in the face? Now, go on and help Kirby make things ready, you chicken-livered baby!"
Wiping a fearful tear from his eyes, Larry hurried after the other boy, knowing in his heart that he shouldn't be going along with this, but should be stopping it somehow. But what could he do? He'd get into lots of trouble if he squealed on his brother, and no telling what would happen to Mrs. Jackson then! It was almost as if she were a different person now, and no longer his sweet, loving "girl friend" of a week ago! Cripes, everything was so confusing to him, his immature mind boiling in a turmoil of indecision! If only he knew what to do ... !
A few moments later, Kirby came out of the high school building, a fat grin pasted on his face. "No sweat. The janitor is watching television in the audio-visual room, so it's all clear to bring Mrs. Jackson in. He'll be there all night, and everybody's waiting in the music room for her appearance!"
"Great!" Frank grinned, taking the drugged woman by the elbow when he opened the car door for her. They made their way across the lot to the entrance, steering the moaning, half-unintelligable teacher through the dimly lit hallway. "Damned good thing I thought of this early in the week," he told Kirby on the other side of her. "Otherwise we wouldn't have had time to weed out the assholes who wouldn't have gone along with this!"
"The shit would really hit the fan if somebody blabbed on us," Kirby agreed. Shirley's bare legs rubbed against his a time or two as they moved toward the music room door, and the contact of her firm, resilent flesh barely covered by Mrs. Dempsey's thin silk bathrobe made his young heart beat with desire. Shit, he'd screwed her all day, and still the blood was thick in his pecker! It was arousing him all over again, just to think of the punishment she'd be getting in a few minutes! Mrs. Jackson would never get another of her piano students in dutch with their parents again, not after tonight!
"Only one I'm worried about," Kirby added, "is that snot-nosed kid brother of yours. He sure is up tight over this!"
"Aw, don't worry. He only thinks he's in love with Mrs. Jackson. This is his first time for this kind of thing, and he's a little scared. He'll be okay." They reached the closed door of the music room, and Frank could hear the murmers of the students on the other side. "He's in there?"
"Uh - huh. Larry's got a desk in the first row." Kirby chuckled. "I reserved it for him . . . right beside mine!"
"Good. Now listen, I'm going in there and make a little announcement. You know, on account of this being a show, right?"
"Yeah, go to it, Frank. Build them up like they do in the burley-que acts! I'll take care of Mrs. Jackson here."
Frank opened the door and walked in. There was a general cheer of cat-calls and whistles as the other teenagers who knew him realized the evening was about to begin. He raised his hands for silence, and a hush fell over the room. He looked around for a moment, seeing his friends leaning forward in their desks, which were all facing the front of the room and the glistening grand piano. He smiled at his brother, noting that Larry was terribly pale in the face and nervously fidgeting in his seat. Kirby was right - he'd have to keep an eye on him!
"Yeah, well I ain't much one for speeches," he began, "but tonight is special enough so I better say something. Now, all of you here are specially selected students of Mrs. Jackson - specially selected by me and Kirby Murdock, because we know you won't spill the beans. Some of the others who were, ah ... originally scheduled to perform, won't be able to make it."
There was a chorus of laughter to this remark, the others knowing how a threat from Kirby to " beat them up would be sufficient to keep any of them at home.
"Anyway, we've all seen girls before . . . but this is the first time we've seen a full-grown woman naked and fucking!"
A boy in the back hooted: "And what a woman! Come on, Frank, bring her on!"
"Yeah, shut up and start the recital!" another called out.
"All right, all right, we'll begin! Keep your pants on ... at least until I finish the first lesson!"
There was another spontaneous roar of shouting and whooping, and Kirby led in the tearful piano teacher to face her eager, leering pupils. Shirley visibly shuddered as she stared through bleak, drug-dimmed eyes at all the boys she'd been teaching music. To think they would join in on this! God, wasn't there any of them who would stop this awful nightmare? It was all to obvious that she could not; even as she stood quivering in her anguish, she could feel the rising tendrils of aphrodisiac-produced lust building in her pulsing belly. The debasing ravishment of her body that afternoon only seemed to make her want for more, and to her shame, her proud firm breasts beneath the gossamer robe throbbed up into hard, taut roundness, their pink nipples erect against the soft material. She bit the flesh of her lower lip, her bare toes curling against the linoleum floor as she felt the growing sense of lurid excitement at being so obscenely posed against her will. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and fought with all her strength, knowing that with the overhead lights striking the thin robe the way they did, all the boys could see her naked curves beneath.
The robe was like a filmy sheet of glass to them, her pink-rimmed breasts jutting out at the room of youthful voyeurs, pointing slightly upwards from the involuntary thrill of her lewd exhibitionism. She could almost feel the adolescents breathlessly move their gazes over her body, down from the gentle swell of her breasts to the sensual rise of her hips and the blonde-curled hair of her pubic mound. Nothing of her body was sacred any longer! The mere thought of their beady staring eyes on her nearly naked vagina sent new erotic tingles through her loins, and Shirley could feel that unwanted droplets of moisture were seeping from the rounded folds of her cuntal slit...
The sixteen year old Frank began undressing without further comment, and handed his pants to Kirby like a boxer preparing to go into the ring. The crowd of adolescents hollered insults and laughter as they caught sight of his slender erection, but Frank took the good-natured teasing proudly, walking around in front of the piano in display to the youthful spectators. He stopped in front of his younger brother, and with a taunting grin, stroked his hardened penis.
"Yeah, this is going into your precious music teacher, twerp," he sneered at Larry. "Right in her asshole in front of all these others. And she'll love it, too! What do you think of Mrs. Jackson now?"
Snickers of lewd amusement raced through Larry's ears above the taunting voice of his older brother. He could not believe that this was happening! It was a terrible dream, and he would awaken in his bed soon and find that none of it was true! That was the way it had to be! He couldn't have been the cause of all this!
"Okay, the show begins!" Frank proclaimed, turning back to the older woman. "Off with my mother's robe, Mrs. Jackson so we can all see that lush bod of yours!"
"I .. . I don't want to!" she moaned dejectedly, "I don't!"
"But you can't stop yourself from doing it, can you?" Frank hissed sadistically, knowing the powers of the Spanish Fly.
"No ..." Shirley mewled in defeat. "No, God forgive me, I can't help myself.. . "
Her tongue darted out to softly lick her parched lips, moistening them as she hesitantly untied the belt. She slipped each of the robe's arms from around her bare shoulders and let the transluscent sheath slip down around her mature body to pool at her feet, hearing the delighted gasps from the boys in the room. She could feel a warm rush of air slide along her sensitive flesh as she stood passive in her nakedness, feeling shame and humiliation for standing helplessly nude in front of these nearly dozen teenage pupils. But then the very thought of her complete submission began to send further teasing ripples up through her nerves, and unconscious of what she was doing at first, their music teacher lifted her shoulders and held her head high, feeling oddly pleased at being the focal point of their salacious looks. She would show these youths, drummed through her increasingly aroused mind. She would show Tom, Dick, and Harry ... all of them what a full-blooded, sensually alive woman she'd become because of boys! The children wanted to watch her fuck, then she would fuck! They wanted to see her suck, then she would suck! And why not? She was certainly excited by teenagers, even by two and three of them at the same time, and there didn't seem to be anything she could do to prevent her molesting of their innocence, drugged or not! Her tortured mind droned on as she relaxed and exposed the quivering pink lips of her hair-fringed vagina, the aphrodisiac in her body excusing away the weird masochistic sensations that were fermenting in her mind...
"Now, on the piano lid, Mrs. Jackson!" Frank commanded heatedly. "That's it, crawl up on the bench and then the keyboard and lie down on your back on the piano lid! Now spread your legs wide .. . Wider! Yeah! Yeah! Now finger your cunt for us!"
A whimper escaped from the humiliated woman's mouth as she lowered herself in a supine position onto the cold, polished wood of the piano top. "Oh God ... not masturbate!"
"Yeah! Show us how girls beat off, Teach!" Kirby e-.c".-yraged from the front row. "Diddle your twat awhile!"
The music teacher gently began to run her fingers over her full rounded breasts, playing softly with her nipples, moaning as she felt her breasts involuntarily harden from her first tentative caresses of her naked flesh. A shudder of unwanted pleasure coursed along her skin, and in spite of her inherent revulsion to masturbating before all these eager feasting boys, her groans of shame began to taper into sighs of electric sensation. She pressed the outside of her knees flat against the piano lid and drew her thighs up as far as she could, opening her vaginal crevice in a crablike stance that exposed the moist pink slit of her pussy to the teenagers greedy eyes. She slipped her fingers down between the blonde curls of her soft pubic hair and slightly parted the fleshy folds of her cunt, sliding her hand lewdly along the now plainly visible valley of her pussy.
"Ohhh God, she mewled through clenched teeth. "This isn't fair! This isn't right!"
"More! More!" Frank breathlessly demanded of the older woman. "Finger-fuck yourself!"
Shirley teased her fingers along the tender parts of her cunt, working her way up the full length of the narrow palpitating slit to her tiny throbbing clitoris. She flicked the sensitive bud until she felt it jerking into hardness, and with a gasp, she began to rub it faster in uncontrollable desire. She heard the shouting urges of her teenaged students, their obscene .enthusiasm driving her to manipulate her hand still harder, finding to her fascinated horror that her body was reaching upward to absorb her lewd caress. She dwelled in the flexing hollow of her vaginal hole, sliding her finger in and out as though it were a small, thin penis, again causing a slow untameable undulation of her buttocks against the piano top. The split of her loins splayed wider to the leering, lust-crazed view of her young tormentors, some of whom had left their desks and were now gathering around her naked body. They lewdly sighed as she poked her middle finger against the sensitive puckered ring of her anus, clearly exposing the hairless crevice between her. upraised buttocks. The tight rubbery sphincter muscle clenched in delight from her obscene touch, and tried to screw itself further onto her hand to gain more of her teasing probe.
Her toes squirmed below her masturbating hand, no more able to resist the exquisite sensation she was causing in her flesh than the rest of her body was. She shut her eyes tightly as she fought the lewd sensations filtering through her drug-seared nerves, the ail-too familiar waves of indecent excitement creeping forcefully through her against her will. She fought them with all her might, but the obscene fondlings of her fingers pursued and tantalized her breasts and cunt relentlessly. An excited moan escaped from her lips as she surrendered to her self-debasement which flooded over her naked body. She twisted in the pleasure of her obscene hands, slipping her middle finger back into the swollen wet vaginal hole, pressing her knees hard back against her breasts and jerking her upraised hips wildly at the tormenting finger-fucking she was giving to herself. Her facial muscles tightened as she joined two more hungry fingers with the first, and then clenched her jaw together as she pushed all three into the clasping, dilating folds of her wet pink cunt.
They disappeared with a lewdly sucking sound, and a delightful moan of ecstasy bubbled up from Shirley's chest.
Larry couldn't believe the sight before him. Instead of fighting with all her strength against this humiliating act, his music teacher was turning into a groaning mass of passion in front of all these other kids! He watched as the older woman moved her bent legs far apart on the piano lid and tangled her hands tightly into her own naked pussy. She ground her buttocks sensuously in time to the darting fingers that were probing hotly up into her wide-split cunt. Her eyes were closed and her mouth shut tight in undisguised delight. It couldn't be Mrs. Jackson there! It couldn't be the kind, tender woman who had gently shown him about sex a week ago!
The young boy's mind whirled in painful confusion as his eyes remained glued to the masturbation taking place a few feet from his desk. Mrs. Jackson couldn't be here of her own free will, doing this awful thing to herself! That Spanish Fly his older brother had forced her to drink must be the cause behind it! It had done something to her mind! This was wrong! This was wrong! The words screamed through his inexperienced, tortured mind. Mrs. Jackson couldn't be well, she just couldn't be!
Larry sickened as he viewed Frank crawling up on the piano with his music teacher now. With a triumphal cry of greed, the sixteen year old caught Shirley's flailing body by the legs and twisted her about on the polished wood until she was lying flat on her stomach. Her belly ground into the mahogany surface, still striving hopelessly for the orgasm she was about to have.
"Now for my turn, Mrs. Jackson!" Larry heard his brother crow. The boy took her by the ankles and spread her long slim legs wide apart. He crawled up on his knees between her full writhing thighs and spread the cheeks of her buttocks with his hands. From Larry's position, he could see clearly the tiny tight anus nestled in the crevice. He thought he could see it throbbing as it anticipated his brother's next move. Frank's hand ran all the way to the wetness of the older woman's open cunt, and Larry could see the skin straining around the hole as the thumbs of his brother pulled at the flesh around it. His fingers probed mercilessly at the puckered pink asshole like teasing needles. The naked woman groaned beneath him,
"Spread them wider!" the sixteen year old cried out.
Shirley's legs opened until her toes were hanging over the rounded edges of the piano lid. They were almost at right angles to her hunched over body, and Larry thought for sure she would split. Frank's hand poked forward and he could hear her groan as it entered her rectum, seeing her jump slightly from the unexpected pain, her mouth wincing in unheeded protest. She strained forward to escape the intruding finger as the rubbery flesh of her anal canal closed over it, but the boy's other hand had a firm grip on her waist, holding her steady and forcing her to accept it.
The youth moved his finger around in the tight expanding hole in preparation of what was to follow, sawing it in and out and expanding the tiny anus more and more. Shirley wriggled her hips from the pain, short muffled squeals escaping from her lips as she buried her face to the wood. But the boy persisted, screwing his finger into her anus mercilessly, stretching the tiny puckered opening until she grunted in pain each time he twisted his hand. She was being skewered like a helpless animal on a spit!
Larry watched in horror at the cruel subjugation of the music teacher by his depraved older brother. His immature mind registered disbelief as her flushed face, the blonde hair strewn down over it, as it twisted with her agony and humiliation. Her mouth opened and began to pant and mewl while the sodomistic finger worked round and round up into her widely stretched rectum. The handsome boy behind her grinned sadistically as he prodded the defenseless asshole like an avenging devil, Shirley cringing beneath his savage probing in total surrender.
"Now I'm going to fuck you there, Mrs. Jackson!" Frank said at last in a high-pitched voice of passion. Larry winced unconsciously as he saw Frank pull his finger out of the writhing older woman's rectum. It seemed to come out reluctantly, the clasping skin clinging to it until it withdrew with a wet vacuum-like sucking noise. "I'm going to fuck you in the ass, Mrs. Jackson - right in that cherry-pink asshole of yours!"
Shirley jerked her eyes open again at the horrible threat of the teenager's words. She gasped in shock and terror, trying to squeeze her naked thighs together to ward off this further indecent invasion of her rectum. "Nol No, Frank, please not there!" But it was too late for her to resist now. The crowd of other boys closed around the grand piano, to get a closer look at the unbelievable spectacle about to happen before their eyes. Helpful hands from the sides grasped harshly at Shirley's quivering legs, pulling them brutally apart so that her delicate pink anus above her vaginal slit was in full and open exposure to them. One over-anxious hand reached out to pinch quickly at a full white breast, digging harshly at the dancing mound of flesh for a moment before disappearing anonymously back into the youthful congregation.
Frank Dempsey climbed closer between the older woman's widespread legs and found a position where the full plane of her defenseless crevice was presented up to the kneeling boy in helpless sacrifice. It was his to plunder at will, and Shirley's face was contorted in anguish, every muscle in her drugged body tensed against the unnatural invasion she knew was sure to come.
He grinned down, stroking his slender young penis with his hands in greedy preparation for the assault on the upturned cringing buttocks swaying before him. The lust-incited youngsters around the piano gasped as the blunt head of his cock pressed against the small clenched opening and jostled for position against the rosette of flesh, insinuating the merest fraction of its rounded tip inside her anal hole. Then with a flick of his lean young hips, the grinning child forced his boyish penis into the pulsing rectal channel, stretching her resisting flesh almost to the ripping point.
"Ahhhggg!" Shirley screamed in billowing pain.
Frank sunk his cock another inch, the struggling older woman trying desperately to kick her legs free of the groping hands imprisoning her to the piano top. But the eager hands held them tighter to the lid, and the sadistic youth behind her flicked his buttocks again. His grin widened as his ravaging cock slid into his brother's music teacher . ..
"Ohhh, you're killing me...!"
Still more, pushing waves of painful rectal flesh before it...
"Agggg, stop it! Stop it ... !"
Until at last his youthful pelvis suddenly smacked loudly against the softness of her white quivering buttocks. The boyish shaft of manhood was buried to the balls in her nearly split rectum. She was hopelessly impaled. To the bereaved Larry watching from his desk, his teacher's naked body looked like that of a pet dog straining on all fours against her master's leash. His brother, eyes gleaming wickedly, hugged her waving hips tight and began sawing rhythmically deep into the pink inflamed anal passage, too impatient to even wait a moment for the anguished woman to adjust to his inhuman cock planted in her soft white belly.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhh God, it hurts! It hurts! You're killing me!" At first the only thing that Shirley could manage to do was to whine out her agony as the boy smacked into her defenseless anus with harder and faster force. But slowly, inexorably, the pain began to ease a little, and in its place a wierd sense of subjugated joy tingled through her submissively drugged flesh. The outrageous defilement of her rectum seemed to bring to her peculiar sensations of pain and pleasure combined, and her hips began to unconsciously gyrate in tempo with the increasing speed of the slender cock fucking into her ass. The pain receded more and more, and her whines of torment slowly changed to low whimpers of passion and pleading. She began to want this to hurt her ... to be torn in half in front of all the boys around the piano, to be brutally punished for being the dirty whoring child molestor that she had become. She could never be the same again after this, and now she no longer gave one good goddamn.
And before the unbelieving eyes of her fourteen year old lover, Shirley began to move backwards to meet the forward thrustings of the depraved boy's penis. She was reveling in the lewd sodomizing of her hunched over body, like a mature slave bending before her cruel master; Frank rammed into the older woman with hard deep strokes, watching the pink flesh follow his pumping cock out on the backstroke as though it were fighting its withdrawal. The pain continued to masochistically please her and she turned her head from side to side, her blonde hair thrashing against the piano so that her student audience could follow her feelings by the reflection in her face. Her teeth were bared back over her lips in a perverted delight that pictured to the hypnotized youngsters the feelings of the stiffened cock boring into her rectum.
Her glazed eyes stared unseeingly around the music room. Larry thought he saw them stop on him and a flicker of a puzzled recognition pass through them, but with another hard jolt from his brother's sawing penis into her anus, they jerked away in reflex to the sudden pleasure-pain. Mrs. Jackson had forgotten him! He was right, there was something very wrong with her now, something scared and hurt him both at the same time. She had turned from the gentle woman he had loved into some kind of witch - and her wild uninhibited exhibition with his brother on the piano had proved it to him! She was enjoying being fucked in the ass on the piano so much that she didn't even know him any longer! Small wet tears formed in the corners of his eyes as he watched his loving teacher's total subjugation to his brother.
He saw the glistening penis disappearing all the way up her gyrating buttocks with each cruel stroke Frank made into her. Not a bit could be seen left as it buried itself time and time again into the tight resistant passage, the straining cock reaching far into her shaking white belly. Larry wondered when it was going to explode! But even as his tears swelled in his eyes from the terrible anguish of what he was viewing, he watched Mrs. Jackson's face flushing a bright red, her long hair strewn across her sweating forehead like a mad woman. She was panting for more!
"Oh yes! Keep it up, you little shit! Keep it up!" she gasped as the boy pressed tight against her soft round buttocks and rotated the head of his cock around inside her rectum. Her moaning and pleading was adding to his pleasure and his hands crawled over her mature buttocks, kneading the naked flesh like bakery dough. Bright red welts followed his fingers as they dug into her tender white skin. "Fuck me!" she panted even in her pain. "Fuck me in the ass!"
Frank pulled her buttocks wide apart, beginning to drive his lean young pelvis into her soft yielding flesh with hard vicious smacks that resounded through the music room. His testicles seemed to swell as they pounded lewdly against the uptilted crevice of the teacher's vagina, and the adolescent onlookers could see he was about to cum. It was apparent to every boy there that he was just holding back to torment their squirming instructor longer. This was part of the sadistic Frank's pleasure; this was his ultimate reward!
Shirley moaned incoherently beneath his pounding young cock behind her. She waved her hips salaciously back against his eager thrusts', wanting him to cum. She wanted him to shoot his virile fresh sperm deep into her belly and split her open to drown her in its loveliness. She could feel a great wetness in the crevice of her ass and there was no longer any pain for the older woman . . . only a feeling of being filled, filled as she had always hoped she would be. Her shoulders dropped to the piano lid so that her buttocks were sticking high up in the air and the delicious boy's penis could fuck her anus at will. She ground back against it happily, feeling it throb into a hugeness that could only mean one beautiful thing!
He was going to cum!
Larry watched numbly as his brother threw his head back and groaned. He thrust his slender cock's full expanded length into the music teacher's full stretched rectum, his lean body jerking convulsively, his hands pulling at her flesh like the talons of a sex-crazed hawk. The boy screamed, uttering strange crazy sounds even Larry had never heard before, hurtling obscene insults at Larry's vanquished teacher writhing on her knees beneath him.
Shirley beneath his pounding young body felt the first delicious waves of his youthful sperm creaming into the depths of her rectum. It ran through her mature body like the first warning shock waves of a great tidal eruption, smacking into her belly and rebounding around like licking tongues of fire sunk deep within her. She screamed out her own release at the same time, as her climactic secretions gushed from her open cunt and drenched the boy's hairless testicles pressed tightly against her vaginal lips. His boyish cum ran down the crevice of her wide-split buttocks and they mingled together in a single stream of thick liquid, attesting to the animal joy of the unnatural coupling ...
Frank rolled useless and drained from her still squirming form, helped by eager young hands clawing to take his place. A thin string of white sticky fluid trailed from his penis over her leg to the piano lid. He had just enough strength left to climb down from the instrument and fall panting to the music room floor.
"Who's next with Mrs. Jackson?" he called out feebly. "Come on, who's going to take my place!"
"Me!"
"No, me!"
"Somebody turn her over!"
She could dimly hear through the muffled confusion of the desire-ridden youths, and caught a glimpse of hands grappling her roughly, pulling her battered body over in the slippery pools of cum until she rested heavily on her back. She squirmed her naked body around lewdly among the myriad of boyish hands and fingers that were crawling over her tingling flesh. Cocks were everywhere - long ones, short ones, fat ones ... all of them belonging to delightful little boys, her boys, the boys she had. taught piano and now would teach lust and sex. She was in a teenaged cock heaven!
Her hips jerked up automatically to receive the hurried thrust of a short fat youth who had replaced Frank Dempsey between her legs. He rammed into her like a jack-hammer, needing no foreplay to excite him further. Great waves of searing joy coursed through her drug-aroused flesh, curling the tips of her toes and finger with the power of lighting bolts. The fat boy's cock spat uncontrollably into her, and then another adolescent was sinking his erection into her belly. She grunted into the thick stale air of the music room, churning her buttocks faster and faster as she tried to keep up with the never-ending string of penises drubbing one after another into her upturned vaginal crevice. She felt fleshy objects dropping into her clenching hands on either side of the piano top, and other hands press her fingers tightly around them. She knew there were more cocks, and began a hard stroking in time to the communal rhythm as she felt the shafts of boyish hardness pummeling into her throbbing cunt almost to the bursting point.
Shirley's eyes gazed at the side, and a hazy figure came into focus for a moment. Was it her darling sweet Larry? No, the thought that she had been fooled before drifted crazily through her distorted mind. Larry wouldn't be part of this debauchery. He was too clean, too pure, too innocent. He was somewhere else, but certainly not here. There was nothing around her except fleshy young cocks filling her pussy with pleasure and pain and the pain was pleasure too ...
Tears still trailed down Larry's cheeks from the anguish of watching his piano teacher ravished cruelly by all the other children she had been teaching music to, and even participating in her own humiliation. It was all his fault, and now she was gone from him .. . gone forever. She was doing all of this without even once recognizing him sitting in his desk. His spirit was completely crushed by the horrible experience and his own sense of guilt, and he could not stand another moment of viewing the ruination of his youthful dreams. He had to do something to try and rectify the situation! He didn't know exactly what. . . but it had to be more than simply sitting here watching his teacher's total disintegration!
He wiped more tears from his eyes with the back of his hand, whimpers coming from his open mouth. He staggered upright, leaving his desk, when Kirby on the piano saw him and yelled out:
"Hey, you're not leaving, are you?"
"Yes . ... . Yes ..." was all the stricken lad could manage.
"For Christ's sake, you can't now! You stay here, you little brat!"
It snapped then, the spontaneous bursting in the innocent boy's head that crashed reality down over him with a shattering force. Larry stumbled toward the door, his young lungs threatening to burst from horror and exertion.
"Hey, somebody get him!" he heard Kirby calling out behind him. "Somebody get Larry and drag him back here!"
But if little Larry heard the boy's warning cry, nobody else did in that music room. If they did, they paid no attention to it, too incensed were they by their naked teacher's obscene exhibition on the piano top. The youthful bodies came on and on, spurred by her screaming supplications for more and more. Her blonde hair was matted thickly with the pungent liquid of their fresh young cums, and pools of semen clung to her flesh as cock after cock spurted in or on her body at will. The older woman wallowed lewdly on the piano lid, punishing and debasing herself in maniacal arousal, the odor of their tender bodies rushing through her nostrils as her own orgasmic fluids flowed hotly between her legs and rivuleted beneath her wildly grinding buttocks. She squirmed wetly on her back as she was buffeted up and down by one rapacious boy after another.
"Oh God," Shirley moaned as they battered her like a rag doll between them. How many boys could she take? As many as could climb on her, she supposed. She was beyond counting, beyond caring, though her naked body reacted with orgasm after orgasm until her strength was gone and she could only follow mechanically.
"Get those legs up!" she could hear Frank Dempsey yell hoarsely at her from miles away. "Move that ass!"
She was nothing now but a drugged robot at the savage youth's command, and weakly she moved her aching limbs to comply with his shouts as best she could.
"Take a turn on her, one of you guys! She's not dead yet!"
Chapter Seven
"Mr. Smithers! Mr. Smithers!" young Larry Dempsey called out as he pounded on the audio-visual room door. From the other side he could hear the television set blaring, and then after a long, agonizing pause, the sound of a chair squeaking and the approach of footsteps.
The old, gray-haired custodian looked out of the room with a small glower on his face. "What do you want, urchin?" he snapped. "I was watching the movies, and - "
"It's Mrs. Jackson!"
"What about her?" he questioned, seeing the youth's obvious excitement. "Is Mrs. Jackson hurt?"
"Yes! Yes! Come quick, Mr. Smithers, before they kill her!"
"Kill her? What are you talking about, child? Who's going to kill Mrs. Jackson? She's in the music room with her pupils for some recital or another."
"I know! That's where I just came from." Larry tugged at the custodian's sleeve in his frustration. "You've got to come! Frank just fucked her in the ass and - "
"Wh-what?"
"Frank! My brother! He and Mrs, Jackson were on the piano, and he was fucking her in the ass, and now they're all gang-banging her! Something's wrong with her! Something terrible's wrong with her!"
Smithers, who was a deacon of his church and hadn't slept with his wife in nearly fifteen years, pulled himself up in righteous indignation. "Do you mean to tell me that she is perverting the souls and bodies of her charges by .. . ?" He couldn't even find the words to express his outrage. "You must be making it up!"
"I'm not! Please, Mr. Smithers, you've got to believe me!
"If you're not blaspheming the Lord's morality, young man, then there is definitely something very wrong with your Mrs. Jackson!"
"There is! Ohhh, you've got to come and help, Mr. Smithers!"
The custodian cast a glaring eye at the sobbing, quivering boy in front of him. "You wait a minute," he told him coldly. "You wait right, there and don't budge an inch while I phone the police! That's the only kind of help a wanton Jezebel like her deserves!" He. strode across the room to where the telephone was on an instructor's desk. "And," he added when he picked up the receiver, "after that, we'll go down there like you ask!"
He dialed a number, mindless of the sniffling moans coming from the child hunching in the doorway. "Hello, police? This is Mr. Smithers at San Martin High School. Yes ... yes, the custodian. I think we have a sex maniac loose here. No, I mean it. A boy has reported that Mrs. Jackson, the music teacher, has molested him, and according to his story, is currently seducing the whole of her student enrollment! What? Yes . . . I'll be here. You send a couple of cars right away .. . !"
