Speaking before a meeting of the famed Los Angeles Breakfast Club some months ago, Dr. Samuel Belgado, one of the nation's better known child psychologists, told the audience, "No parent ever did a child a favor by hiding or denying the facts of life."
"The facts of life are simple: people have sex, people live, people die; there are drunks and crooks and saints in about equal proportions in our society. There are liars congenial and psychopathic and there are the truth tellers, many of whom are only faintly disguised sadists. There's a little bit of good and a little bit of bad in almost all of us."
"But it is in the area of sex and all its sociological and physiological manifestations where the most damage is done to a child's mind . . . "
When the earlier settlers of our country moved westward, they quickly discovered that many Indians had a bad reaction to alcohol. They couldn't handle it, in other words. There is every indication that many females, largely as a result of their earlier upbringing, display exactly the same intolerance to sex . . . they can't handle it. . . they go completely overboard and become insatiable, or they become frigid.
In this new novel by talented Carl Garth, we shed a merciless, undeviating spotlight on the character of Sandy Miller, a new teacher in a backwoods area. She is ill-equipped to face the reality of society as it really is: she quickly becomes prey to the lesbianic approaches of an experienced and brutal older woman, is blackmailed by a gang of conscienceless youths, and finally in a state of mental and emotional uncertainty finds herself being plied with liquor and participating in a lewd sex show for some lumberjacks.
It is difficult to say how many Sandy Millers there are in this world. Many of them find themselves in the same position even in junior high school ill-equipped and unprepared to face reality, and with a naive innocence that fairly screams out to be preyed upon. Like Sandy Miller's, the awakening comes only in the middle of an intolerable nightmare, the nightmare called reality.
This is, frankly, a brutal book. With claws of steel it strips away all pretense of the main character and reveals her as what she is: hopelessly incompetent to go through the savage jungles of life without being devoured.
Because of its subject matter and explicit language we do not recommend this book to the easily offended or the immature adult reader. And under no circumstances should it be purchased by anyone who cannot differentiate between literary erotica and pornography.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
"Darling, it's Sandy," the lovely blonde girl said breathlessly as she clung to the telephone. The excitement was carved into her glowing young face. Her blue eyes were sparkling.
"Yes, Paul, I told you I'd call just as soon as I arrived. I'm living in a boarding house called 'Ma Perry's'. " Sandy Miller sighed and then continued, "Yes, darling, the people are very nice and they all want to help."
"Yes . . . of course I miss you . . . terribly. But, I'm so anxious to get started teaching the little children." The twenty-one year old school teacher leaned against the wall as she spoke into the receiver. "I understand, darling, but this job is so important to me. I must be a success at it. I must! There's so much to be done here."
"Yes, Paul. I will! Yes, I love you very much. Goodbye, darling!"
Sandy hung up the telephone and sighed, then slowly walked down the hallway to the room she had moved into earlier this afternoon. It was a large room with a double bed, two chairs and several pieces of furniture for storage, and was situated on the first floor only two doors down the hall from the bathroom.
After riding a bus all day through the rugged green mountains of Oregon, she was tired and ready to relax. Rubbing her eyes, she settled down in the one comfortable overstuffed chair in the room.
Sandy was too young and too excited to be still for long, however, and after only a minute of sitting, she jumped up and roamed around the room, familiarizing herself with it. Slowly then, she undressed. The blonde beginning teacher was alone for the first time in her twenty-one years, and even during her four years of college she'd been home with her loving family. She knew she had a voluptuous young body, and now she stood staring in evaluation at her nakedness in the full length mirror that was hanging on the back of the door. She smiled at her firm up-thrust breasts and remembered her fianc''s final words their last night together, "Darling, that body is going to get you in bad trouble one day!"
Sandy loved Paul Simpson very much, but he did tend to restrict her almost as much as her family. Now, he was far away in Chicago and she missed him, but she felt as though she was finally free! She inspected the reflection of her sensual figure, which curved in all the right places. Her stomach was flat and firm, her skin as soft as satin, and her buttocks were rounded and taut, undulating teasingly whenever she moved, in spite of the fact that she tried to control the seductive movements by tightly clenching her ass-cheeks. She was tall, but even if she had been shorter, she still would not have been too heavy. Her legs were long and perfectly formed, and in a pair of Capri's they were outlined enticingly, and the fleshy mound of her protruding little pussy seemed to snuggle in the apex of her thighs like a warm soft prize to be sought.
But Sandy's face was the most attention-getting of all her attributes. She had an elegant profile, regal and aloof, sleepy blue eyes and a full sensual mouth. Yet, she was innocent and still very much a virgin . . . the type that demanded the respect of the men who knew her. she'd been surprised when the strangers here had tipped their hats and called her "Ma'am". She was a lady and she looked it! But besides all that, Sandy Miller was a school teacher, and she thought like an efficient machine. She was going to teach at the small town school here in this poor mountain village in Oregon where most of the students were from itinerant farm families. The richer families sent their children to exclusive boarding schools on the Coast.
She loved people! Especially what she called
"the common people, the backbone of our nation". Now her chance had come to help them and she was elated. For one year she would teach these young, underprivileged people who had never had much of a chance to learn. Sponsored by a group of wealthy families that her father was involved with, the one room school never kept a teacher for long. So, Sandy had begged for the chance to do something worthwhile by coming here to teach. Her own background was of wealth and understanding, education and love. Being a persistent young woman when she wanted something, she had finally won reluctant approval from her family. Unfortunately, she had never been able to completely convince Paul of her need to help poor people. He just couldn't see her going off by herself with a lot of "dirty, illiterate idiots", but more than that, was the fact that he wouldn't see her for a year, unless she let him visit her.
Sandy had tolerated her fianc''s barbs up to a point, then accused him of being a snob. Paul was dark and handsome with a serious face, and he had nodded with growing anger, "Oh, so you think I'm a snob! Well let me tell you, I have just as much compassion for my fellow man as you do. I was in the Air Force and I saw those fellows in action. I'm just being realistic, Sandy. Goddamnit, there's a difference between being poor and being a snob. Just because they're underprivileged doesn't always mean they're nice people."
Standing in the drab boarding house room now, Sandy stood nakedly erect with a determination to prove she had been right to come here. She moved her fingers over the slimness of her rib cage, the warm firm flesh of her breasts, and tweaked the nipples with her thumb and forefinger.
Closing her eyes, she thought of her last night with Paul. He had come to her home that evening for dinner, for the first time in months. Later, her parents had discretely disappeared going to a movie knowing the engaged couple wanted to say their goodbyes alone. He'd drank too much during dinner and then had become surly, telling her that she didn't love him at all. When, angered by his attitude, she had asked him to leave, he had become contrite and apologized, asking if he could stay a little longer. Relieved and unhappy that she was leaving him, Sandy had reluctantly let him stay. He immediately fell to the sofa where he slumped while she made black coffee in her kitchenette.
Paul behaved himself for a few minutes, drinking the coffee and asking for more. Sandy understood his drinking heavily tonight. After all, she was leaving the man she was engaged to. Then he began to get amorous. And that, too, was all right. She loved him and he loved her, and she felt the same passion he was feeling. Always she wanted to give herself to him, but she knew she had to retain control of her deep emotions. Her long blonde hair fell loose under his fumbling and he had bent her back on the couch, her warmly tingling breasts jutting upward under her blouse, her eyes closed with ecstasy as she felt him caressing her trembling flesh. Suddenly she had struggled, trying to push him away with a loud gasp, "Paul!"
Usually that was all that was needed. But not that night. He had seemed to become more excited as she fought to get away from him. Then his hands were on her thighs, stroking them, crushing her to him with rough lunges. "Paul. . . Stop . . . st . . . , " was all she got out before he kissed her passionately on the lips. Sandy made the mistake of accepting the kiss, but it did feel good with his arms around her. But, it was all the encouragement he'd needed and he became an animal, grunting and breathing through his tightly clenched teeth. His probing tongue forced its way into her mouth and she stiffened against her own desire to return his ardor.
It seemed that suddenly he'd sprouted a dozen arms and hands, and they were everywhere, clawing at her, forcing her down on the sofa beneath him. "Paul," she had cried, pulling her mouth free long enough to exclaim, "Paul, for God's sake, what are you doing?"
"Shut up," he snarled, and then she realized that he was still uncontrollably drunk, doing things he didn't mean. "I'm gonna give you a going away present," he said thickly. "You're going to do it with me . . . before those dirty bastards in Oregon get to you." He had laughed frighteningly and then began pawing her all over her body, pulling her shirt up with a gargoyle-like sneer.
"Paul, I'm Sandy . . . your fianc' . . . I love you," she whispered, frightened and trembling, trying to penetrate the alcoholic fog that surrounded his brain. "Please stop! Remember our promise about sex . . . not to have it until we're married? Please, Paul!"
"I agreed all right," he slurred, "but I didn't want to. I only did it because of your stupid parents."
Now his hands were moving up between her legs and her dress was up to her waist, exposing her thin white panties. Her long naked legs were scissoring on the couch as she tried to close them and only succeeded in gripping his fingers between her thighs. His hot, relentlessly moving hand closed over the nylon fabric, and his finger touched the softly throbbing lips of her vagina.
"Oooohhhhh, Paul," she moaned as she trembled at the lewdly exciting sensations caused by his caressing hand as it closed over the thin nylon of her panties. A powerful rush of unwanted ecstasy throbbed through her belly as she cried out, "Paul! Darling, for God's sake don't!"
She fought him off, managing to get him thrown off balance, but he attacked her again with a guttural snarl in his throat, forcing her futilely struggling body down on the sofa, drunkenly tearing the clothes from her body. "Paul . . . Paul Simpson . . . you're mad . . . mad . . . and drunk," she gasped, trying to pull her ruined dress around her fearfully quivering hips.
The young man stared at his near-naked fianc' with unseeing eyes, "Mad, like hell!" he mumbled as he grabbed at the torn dress and tossed it to the floor. He stared at the nakedly trembling mounds of her breasts and a lust-contorted grin covered his face as he reached for her tiny pink nipples, brutally tweaking them between two of his fingers. After unsuccessfully trying to hide her nakedness with her arms, she shoved her fianc' away, forcefully poking her elbow into his ribs. But Paul was not to be thwarted, he was too drunk to stop or want to. He grabbed her hands and pulled them away, leaving her fearfully trembling breasts uncovered. Quickly he dropped his hot searching mouth to the nipple of her right breast and sucked it up into the roof of his mouth, making it grow hard and erect. "Paul, please . . . don't do this to me.. . Oh God! You've got to remember our promises," Sandy pleaded in a panic, and struggled to free herself from his tight gripping hold. In spite of her protests, however, she realized her body was writhing in excitement as the pulsating carnal desire began to rise even higher in her virginal loins.
Paul's left hand was roaming over her nakedly trembling body now, with the other one holding her own hands behind her back while his mouth moved from one erect little nipple to the other. And then, he grabbed the tight elastic waistband of her bikini panties and pulled at them until the nylon gave way and they ripped from her loins. Groaning viciously, he caressed her sparsely covered pussy mound and then ignoring her wails forced his outstretched middle finger into the tight little opening to her vagina. Now all her clothes lay in rags beside her on the floor and her naked young body was being mauled like a common tramp. Besides all that, it was her trusted fianc' who was responsible!
In spite of her disgust, she could feel the heated moisture of excitement lubricating her vaginal passage and the stabs of lewd pleasure that filled the pit of her belly was driving her up the wall. It felt so good! So Good! The very lewdness of her position turned her limbs to water, and she was incapable of fighting him off any more.
An overpowering ripple of obscene delight shot through her nakedly sprawled body, and she closed her eyes with a gasp as she felt his hot hungry mouth nibbling at her sensitive tautened nipples while, at the same time, his middle finger was sliding back and forth against her moistly throbbing cuntal lips. Despite herself, she felt her hips begin to undulate upward in that age-old language of sexual hunger as the tingling layers of her vagina began throbbing in preparation for lovemaking.
Paul felt the voluptuous young blonde collapse in acquiescence backward on the sofa just as the rhythmic movement of her hips upward against his hand became undeniable, and he knew then he'd won. Without giving her a chance to know what he was doing, he unzipped the front of his pants and pulled his long hard penis out the opening. Sandy had felt his finger leave her feverishly pulsating vagina, but his mouth felt so good, she still moaned with pleasure. And then, she felt the hot, impatient probing of the rubbery tip of his cock begin to slide up and down her hair-lined slit. She knew she should fight him off, but she was helpless.. . a slave to her overpowering emotions. She felt him pressing her down into the cushions of the couch, his heavy body forcing the breath from her chest.
Slowly she opened her eyes and stared into the lust-distorted face of her young fianc'. Suddenly, she knew this was wrong, that Paul was drunk and brutal and he didn't even know who she was! Oh God! She could be a common street whore and it wouldn't make any difference. It was wrong! Horribly wrong! She was going to marry this man!
All her conditioning came forcing itself to the fore, and her brain rebelled. Forcing her hands against his shoulders, she shoved with all her might. Catching him unawares did the trick. He tried to grab at her to steady himself, but in his drunkenness, he fell to the floor, banging against the cold tile, and lay without moving.
"Paul!" she called in a whisper, "Are you all right?" She knelt beside him, her naked breasts swaying as she listened for his steady breathing. With a gasp she realized that he was unconscious to her presence, he was in a drunken stupor.
Suddenly, she brushed against his still-erect penis, sticking out from the opening in his pants, and she felt an almost overwhelming desire to touch it . . . hold its warmly pulsating length in the palm of her hand. Oh God, she thought as she stared in wonder at the size of his maledom! Did he really expect to put that inside her tight little vagina? Her hand moved without control and touched the soft rubbery cock-head, sending shivers of raw lust through her body! And then, jerking her hand away, holding it away from her as though it offended her, she stood up on trembling legs staring down at the sleeping young man who was her fianc'.
When Paul awakened the next morning, he was still on the floor with a pillow under his head and covered with a blanket when Sandy heard him cough. Quietly, she moved from her curled-up position on the sofa where unable to sleep she had spent the night, staring with hot burning eyes at the shadowy form of her fianc'. Not only did she have to worry about holding Paul to their promise, now she had to worry about herself. She had wanted him to make love to her . . . , her body had craved it! And in the morning's brittle light she had known how mistaken she'd been not to have given in to him . . .
And now as she remembered that night, far away in a lonely room in Oregon, she again felt the thrill of that night. Secretly wanting to feel Paul's mouth on her throbbing nipples again and experience the thrill of his finger sliding through the hot trembling flesh of her vaginal lips, Sandy knew there was no sleep for her until she erased the memories from her mind. Maybe a good brisk walk would do it!
Quickly, she arose from the bed where she had been sitting and threw on her capris and shirt. Pulling a sweater over her head to protect her against the chilly night air, she opened the door to her room and hurried down the hallway to the front door. The clear moonlit night was beautiful! The mountains in the background gave a shadowy eerie feeling, and she shivered as she threw back her head and drew in the fresh clean air. She had walked only a short way before she suddenly realized she didn't know the area well enough to wander too far away from the boarding house. Standing for a moment, absorbing the beauty of the night, the young blonde felt as though she had found her place in life.
The lights in Ma Perry's began to go out and she drew herself out of her reverie, determined to go in and make herself sleep. She needed to be fresh tomorrow . . . her first day at school.
When the troubled young teacher stepped into the darkened hallway of the boarding house, she heard a faint moaning sound as she passed the door to the main guest room the one that Ma Perry called the parlor. Uncertain of what she had heard it might have been the night wind she turned toward the dimly lit room. When the sound wasn't repeated she turned to go. It was then that another rustling sound caught her ear and she froze. She had heard something in the room!
Quietly stepping to the open door, Sandy stood silent, her breath choking from her throat as she heard the groaning sound change into a vibrating wail, "Ooohhhhhh!" she heard the voice of a woman saying. "Oh lover . . . Sam . . . do it . . . your tongue . . . MORE!"
"Baby, your pussy tastes so good," she heard the gruff voice of a man say.
Rooted to the spot, the trembling young blonde searched for the man and woman who were making those lewd sounds. The obscenity of the man's words was already tilling her loins with a throbbing excitement. She reeled with faintness as she suddenly saw the scene inside the room. Clinging to the side of the door, she gasped back the sound that threatened to escape her throat. It was a woman lying on the sofa and a man was kneeling between her widespread legs, his mouth glued to her vagina, his lips making a lewd feasting sound.
They were both completely naked and the woman's head was thrown back, her mouth wide open, and a look on her face of obscene delight. The man was caressing her naked breasts with his fumbling hands while her knees were bent back as far as they would go. Sandy couldn't see the man's face, but from where she stood, his bobbing head and lewd words could only mean one thing! Oh God! He had his face buried in the woman's wide-open loins! They were having oral sex!
Clutching the door, afraid of making a sound, the young teacher stared into the woman's lust-contorted face while she watched the writhing couple moaning out their pleasure. The greatest shock of all came when she heard the woman hissing, "Eat it. . . oooohhhhhhhh, yes . . . eat it, honey!"
Frozen to the spot by the door, Sandy saw the man momentarily lift his head and look up into the face of the woman before dropping his face again and lewdly burying his face in the sparsely hair-fringed opening, moving his head in a salacious rhythm as he clutched her nakedly quivering breasts with his massaging fingers.
"Oh shit . . . Sam . . . eat it . . . eat my pussy," Sandy heard the lewd words again, and the wet slurping sound of the man's tongue plunging in and out of the woman's wetly gaping cunt abruptly was too much for the young girl's moralistic mind to accept. With a lunge she forced herself away from the open door and ran blindly to her room at the other end of the hallway.
She was highly indignant . . . ashamed of the woman. Whoever she was, she shouldn't be in a place where people could see her, or could hear her screaming out her perversion. Oh God, it was so horrible!
Suddenly aware of the hot throbbing dampness high up between her thighs, Sandy's face grew beet red in embarrassment as she realized she had become sexually excited at watching the lewd sight of the naked man and woman.
She had to calm down! She couldn't sleep like this. Something had to be wrong with her when all she could think about tonight was sex! Sure she missed Paul, but that shouldn't make her feel like this! Well, she could always take a warm shower and that would help!
She took her already dampened capris off and then her shirt. Wrapping a robe around her nakedly trembling body she grabbed a towel and bath cloth and hurried down the hallway to the bathroom. She'd be quiet and no one would know she wasn't already asleep.
CHAPTER TWO
Sandy stood under the spraying water of the shower with soapy suds running down her wet naked body. Her mind was in a turmoil, and in spite of her efforts to concentrate on something else, she kept hearing the lewd sounds seeing the perverted sight of the kneeling man between the woman's outstretched legs.
Transferring her thoughts to the afternoon when she'd gone to the boarding house looking for a place to live, she remembered the older woman who introduced herself as being Ma Perry, the proprietor. Sandy had been surprised to learn that she had to share the bathroom with Ma Perry's daughter and son-in-law. They were the only other people sleeping on the first floor and the son-in-law helped take care of the boarding house. She'd explained that they had breakfast at seven in the morning, lunch at twelve noon, and dinner at six in the evening.
When she asked for a key, Sandy had been told by Ma Perry that it wasn't needed. No one locked their bedrooms. Also, the young blonde had learned that she could not cook in her room, and that any damage would have to be paid for.
Sandy shivered in the shower as she realized how difficult it was going to be for her to learn to live like this! God, what poverty! As if there was anything she could damage in her bare bleak room!
With her eyes closed, she soaped her face and was just rinsing the suds off when she heard a door open. Hurriedly wiping her face with the bath cloth, she opened her eyes and saw a figure standing at the open door of the shower stall looking at her. Feeling the sting of soap in her eyes, she thought, Oh Darn! Turning to let the water flow over her face again, she called, "Is that you Mrs. Perry?"
"No!" a female voice said . . . a voice that sounded vaguely familiar.
Drying her face again, Sandy stared out at the woman. Her mouth gaping, she quickly held her towel in front of her naked body and the woman continued to stare, a half smile on her face. Sandy recognized the dark-haired woman as the same one she'd just seen in the parlor a few minutes ago. She was about thirty, short shaggy hair and a plump, but well curved body.
"I'm sorry . . . I . . . I thought I was alone," the young school teacher stammered. She didn't like to have someone see her when she was naked.
"You're the new teacher, ain't you," the woman smiled.
Sandy could only shake her head in a yes motion as she suddenly felt nervous at the woman's leering stare. A good-looking woman in a masculine sort of way, the older girl seemed to be enthralled with the young blonde's body.
The dark-haired woman was staring in undisguised interest as she moved her eyes up and down, taking in the tall young teacher standing in the spraying shower.
"You're getting your towel wet," she said as she reached out and took the towel after dropping her own robe outside the shower stall.
Sandy felt the woman's small up-thrust breasts pressing against her arm as the naked brunette continued to stand in the shower with her. She turned her back and began to scrub the soap off her so she could get out of here and go to her room.
'That's no way to scrub your back. Here, let me do it for you," the dark-haired woman said.
"The warmness of the older woman's voice made Sandy obey and she stood straight and stiff while the woman took the bath cloth and gently began to rub her back. Sandy found herself trembling but for the life of her couldn't imagine why.
"Now, wasn't that better?" the woman asked as she handed the cloth back to Sandy and placed her hands on her naked hips in intimate companionship.
"Yes, thank you," the young teacher said as she turned her face toward the shower wall and began to rinse the rest of the soap off her so she could get out of here and go to her room.
Marie licked her lips and quickly stepped into the shower again, directly behind the young blonde, her hands trembling with anticipation. "I might as well use the same shower. You're just about finished anyway," she purred as her naked thigh touched Sandy's.
"But.. . but.. . " the young girl stammered.
"It's all right, honey. Just save water, that's all," she said soothingly. "By the way, I'm Marie Jansen. My mother owns the boarding house, and I live here with my husband, Sam."
"I . . . I'm Sandy Miller," the blonde teacher mumbled, her voice quavering, unsure of being here with a naked woman. But she seemed to be a good woman. Probably thought nothing of being in a shower with no clothes on and touching another naked woman. And the man she'd been with was her husband, so what was she worried about? It sure would be hard getting used to the way these people lived!
"Come on, honey, move over a bit," the older woman said, gripping Sandy's waist. It seemed as if Marie's strong hands would fit all the way around her slender body with fingers touching. She must be a hard working woman, she was so strong!
Sandy smiled and said, "Okay." She moved against the shower wall and raised her hands to wipe her face. The water flooded over her eyes and mouth as she felt the woman tighten her grip on her waist. Turning away from the water, the young girl used the bath cloth to wipe the water from her face just as Marie pulled her close against her own naked body.
"Wha . . . what are you doing," Sandy said, a small sound of surprise contorting her words. She felt the soft wet nakedness of the strange woman against her as their naked loins met. She wondered if it was her imagination or if Marie was really grinding her hair-covered vaginal mound into her own loins. The warm water showered down on both of them, soaking their nakedness, lulling Sandy into the false illusion that it felt the same as being cuddled close to Paul.
"I . . . I'll go now," she stammered as she suddenly realized she was beginning to get excited by the feel of the other woman.
"No, not yet. You still got soap on your back!"
"No.. . it's all off!"
"Sandy, honey, soap will irritate that baby-soft skin you have. You'd better learn that this soap is not like what you're used to," Marie placed her hand on the soft glistening mounds of the girl's buttocks, and turned her around.
Sandy wasn't sure, but it felt like the older woman was deliberately holding her. The way they were standing, the young girl could feel Marie's curly pussy hair tickling her sensitive ass-cheeks. The tingling sensations raced through her body as she jerked away from the strong hands.
"N-no!" Sandy gasped.
"You come from the city, huh?"
Sandy nodded. She didn't want to continue this conversation. The woman was only trying to show her the ways of common people, but this was more than she wanted to know. Besides, she had an instinctive feeling that the older female was deliberately being lewd.
The young blonde reached for her towel, trying to wiggle her hips past the other woman and get away, but Marie let her hand slide teasingly across Sandy's wet shining pussy curls, and said, "Don't go yet. You're too nervous. Let me give you a massage."
Sandy didn't want to get off on the wrong foot her first day here, and the woman did sound almost angry. She tried to relax as Marie brazenly reached out and caressed her naked back. In spite of her instinctive revulsion, it felt good and the young blonde enjoyed the sensations spreading out from the pit of her flat little belly. A warm moist feeling was flowing into her vagina, filling her with pleasant shivering excitement as she felt the dark-haired woman's pussy hair pressing against the ultra-sensitive flesh of her naked buttocks. And then, Marie spun her around, facing her, as she massaged her shoulders, slowly letting her hands drop lower and lower until they were caressing the new teacher's warmly tingling breasts.
Sandy could feel the older woman move in closer, pushing out her hips until her dark-haired cuntal mound was pressed against her own vagina. The feeling was so lewdly sensational that she only vaguely wondered if the woman was knowingly thrusting her hips back and forth, causing her throbbing cunt to thrill to every suggestive movement. Her vagina was pulsating with an obscene excitement, just the way it had that last night with Paul.
"That's it.. . just relax . . . relax . . . " the dark-haired woman crooned, feeling her own wanton hunger growing intolerably in her loins . . .
Outside the first floor window, there were shadows moving along, keeping close to the wall. The two young teenage boys moved stealthily along toward the lighted windows of the boarding house bathroom, followed by several other youths. They were peeping into open windows to see if there was anything exciting going on. Not having much entertainment for young boys in Medoc, Oregon, they liked to sneak out at night and get their kicks from watching other people. One of the boys, Stuart, was a hot-headed youngster, bold and bossy with all the other kids, the very image of his father the local Judge Monti Wagner.
Stuart Wagner was known to all his friends as Stu, and what he said was law to the teenagers. He was the number one leader because his father ran the town.
This particular evening they had been drinking some Oregon oh god!, a rot-gut vodka that was made at a nearby illegal still, hidden away in the mountains, and they were looking for trouble. They needed a girl and if they found one tonight, God help her. Usually when they needed sex, they went to the farm workers camp high up in the hills, but tonight they didn't have a car and six miles was too far to walk. The boys got by with their juvenile pranks in the town because no one wanted to be the one to tell the judge that his son was a problem.
After they'd finished off the mason jar of vodka, it had been a dull quiet night.. . too quiet for healthy young boys. The itinerant farm workers up in the hills would do anything for kicks, being hard-working, hard-playing, uncomplicated people. But, there was no way of getting there without stealing a car, and the only car they could find was the judge's. Well that was out!
Being too drunk to use their head, they began to prowl the town. Like a pack of hound's on the whiff of something, they headed straight for Ma Perry's boarding house, on the chance they might see Marie. She was usually good for a laugh or two if nothing else, running around with no clothes on, sucking her old man off, or fucking with anyone she could lure into her mother's parlor.
Marie didn't like Stu, but then a lot of people didn't, feeling he was nothing but a juvenile delinquent. But, not his father! Judge Wagner just grinned and made excuses for him, saying he was just a growing boy. After all he didn't have a mother to guide him having died when he was just a little baby. "And, hell, you all know -boys will be boys," the judge said. No one pointed out to him that he had sentenced one young farm worker fourteen years old to two years in the state reformatory for siphoning two gallons of gas from a car.
Feeling horny and mean tonight, Stu sneaked up to the only lighted window of the boarding house and peered into the bathroom where Sandy and Marie were in the shower. As soon as he saw the women, he froze, motioning his friends to be quiet and pointing at the square of light. Lifting up higher to the window, he supported himself with his elbows on the window sill and stared in at the salacious spectacle that met his eye. His mouth fell open and his youthful penis jerked into an almost immediate erection.
Jesus Christ! There was Marie Jansen, naked! Sam Jansen's wife naked as a jaybird and copping feels from another female! He'd been right to think she might be a dyke, because she was holding on to the other woman just like a guy would have done. Wow, he was going to see one hell of an act tonight!
His alcohol stunned brain took in the whole scene. Marie had some girl, with a sensation body, in her arms and her big fleshy titties glistened with the water from the shower. The blonde's nipples were stiff and shaped like pencil erasers, and Marie was rubbing her back, her stomach, her tits, and her cunt! Her cunt! Ole dyke Marie was rubbing the young girl's hair-covered pussy with her own. It was an obscene motion that made his painfully pulsating cock jerk into even greater hardness. Too bad old Jansen's wife didn't have a cock or he'd get to see two women fucking each other tonight!
The girl seemed to be enjoying it in a relaxed way, her head forward, her arms hanging down limp at her sides. Only her legs and thighs seemed to strain as Marie thrust against her. But she had a blissful expression on her face.
"Here . . . you got some more soap on you," Sandy jumped as she heard Marie exclaim and then trembled as the older woman began to wipe across her tingling breasts as though she were washing away the suds.
As Stu watched he crouched against the window, practically hanging from the window sill now by his fingers, his lust-widened eyes just peering over the edge. He couldn't see any soap on the young girl, but then Ole Lady Jensen didn't care, it looked like she just wanted to run her hand all over the girl's luscious body.
While the older woman caressed one firmly ripened breast of the strange blonde, Stu saw Marie reach down and clutch one of the girl's wetly glistening ass-cheeks with the other hand. Wowee, that old biddy was going to make the broad, right there in the shower! He shoved his buddies backwards, drooling down his chin as he gasped for breath. Marie was pinching and squeezing that neat butt, pretending to be rinsing off the soap. The girl seemed to be enjoying it, but then, he couldn't be sure. Maybe the old gal was going to rape her.. . force the blonde into lesbian activities. Jeez, he'd heard about that happening . . . one female raping another and making her like it!
Meanwhile, the scene Stu was watching was all too real to Sandy. She thought that all this massaging must be wrong! Awfully wrong! Yet it did feel so good, and the older woman just wanted to be friends. She supposed that some people just didn't think anything of it. Almost in a hypnotic trance, she told herself that she'd had a bad time earlier in the evening and she was tired and nervous from the strain of seeing Marie and her husband in a lewd embrace. The massage definitely was relaxing her, and maybe that was why it felt so good. Besides, it was nice to have a friend, even if she had thought she was a bad woman earlier. After all, Marie had been with her husband!
The dark-haired woman's hand touched the blonde's taut little belly and that felt good too, making her love-starved body tremble with an unknown delight. She began to feel drowsy and wished she could lie down on a bed and let Marie massage her all over her tingling body.
Now, Stu had his face flat up against the window with his eyes bulging out. He was barely making a sound as he breathed shallowly in his throat, but he wanted to gasp for air, ease his constricted throat even though he knew he couldn't. He didn't want them to see him before it was all over.
"There . . . feel better now?" he heard Marie say to the strange girl.
"Ooooohhhhhhhhh, yes . . . thank you!"
"You poor kid. I bet you've never been out of the city, and this mountain air is awfully thin for strangers." The older woman reached out for the girl, and then pressing their mouths together, she kissed her with a warm passion. A second later, crushing the young blonde against her own naked body, she lowered her mouth and began kissing her on the neck and shoulder.
"I feel good now," Sandy whispered. "So relaxed."
"You liked my massage, did you?" Marie whispered, emotion constricting her throat. "Well, I used to work as a masseuse." Her eyes narrowed seductively, "You see, it was one of those massage parlors where they catered to special customers."
Sandy barely heard her words as the older woman slowly worked her hot hungry mouth down from her neck to the fleshy up-thrust mounds of her breasts. Oh God, it felt so nice . . . and strangely enough, she could feel a wild pulse-beat of carnal delight deep up inside her vagina . . . just like she'd felt that night with Paul. She suddenly stopped in her thoughts and with a jerk pulled away from Marie's arms.
"I'd better go," she stammered, staring at the naked woman.
"I'll take you to your room," Marie soothed, "You're awfully tired."
"I . . . I can go alone," Sandy mumbled. "Besides, you haven't had your shower."
"If you'll wait just a minute, I'll be finished." Marie thought quickly, "Here, you can scrub my back now."
"I'm too tired," Sandy moved to step from the shower stall.
"But, I washed your back," a hurt moaning voice said. "Friends help each other."
The young blonde was having trouble thinking straight, but she knew that she couldn't hurt the older woman's feeling especially after she'd been so nice to her. So she leaned against the shower wall and waited, saying, "Okay."
Marie soaped her entire body and then turned her back to the strange school teacher, and said, "Scrub it hard."
"Is that the way," Sandy said quietly as she tentatively rubbed the washcloth across the naked back of her new found friend.
"Ohhhhhhhh, yeh man, that really feels good. Harder!" Marie whispered, sensuously twisting her wet fleshy buttocks back against the girl's naked belly. "Lower," she added.
Sandy leaned against the stall, carelessly scrubbing the cloth across the woman's naked flesh, unconscious to the thoughts that were swirling in the older woman's head. Actually, she was so drained by her emotional needs that she had to get to bed very soon and go to sleep or she would collapse.
"Here, now wash my belly," Marie turned quickly, and thrust her full, sensuous breasts out in the strange girl's face. "My body ain't as nice as yours, but I ain't had no complaints."
"You're a nice woman, Marie."
"You're beautiful! I betcha the boys drive you crazy," Marie said enticingly as she reached out and lowered her hands until the tips of her fingers were touching the blonde's soft curling pussy hair. "So nice!"
"I'm engaged," Sandy said simply. "He's the only boyfriend I have." She forced her hips backward seeking to escape the tantalizing touch but the fingers followed her and began once again caressing her hotly throbbing vaginal flesh.
"Well, he's sure a lucky man," the older woman breathed heavily now, the feel of the girl's cuntal warmth was driving her crazy. God, if only Sam would never come home from playing poker with the boys. She'd like to take this rich bitch right now, right here on the bathroom floor. But what if Sam came home.
"You have the nicest tits," she gasped, unable to control her lewd emotions any longer. Covering both fleshy mounds with her hands, she began to massage them with a rapidity that caused the young girl to exclaim.
"No . . . don't touch me like that anymore!" Oh God! she had to stop these indecent caresses before she lost control of herself.
The older woman stepped back, and stared into the face of the blonde, her face contorted with both anger and lust. She'd show the snob! Thought she was too good for a backwoods ' mountain woman! For a second she fought the urge to take the girl forcefully, and do really wild things to her that she'd never forget. But, this was the new school teacher and they were hard to find, especially for this town where the nearest city was two hundred miles away.
Stepping toward the open door to the shower stall, Marie murmured, "Okay, that's enough for me. Come on, I'll take you to your room."
"I can go alone. I'm okay," the young blonde said as she reached for her towel.
"I'll give you a 'welcome to Medoc' drink in my room first, then." Marie was thinking furiously of a way to get her in bed. God, it'd been a long time since she'd just let go with another female and not give a damn who knew about it.
"Not tonight.. . another time," Sandy sighed.
Marie stared at the self assured proud young blonde and wanted to slap her face. If anyone needed to be brought down a peg, it was this new teacher. Still, though, she had excited the girl in the shower; the girl had responded, so maybe there still was hope.
"It'll make you feel better! she said warmly.
"I feel fine!"
The older woman was not going to give up. She was going to have this smart-ass blonde, and tonight.. . before Sam came home. The enticing young body of hers was driving her out of her gourd. This straight little school teacher was worth taking chances for, even forcing her if necessary . . . and once she turned her on to all-girl sex, why life would be interesting all winter.
"Well, all right, you can give me a drink. I need one," Marie said firmly.
"I'm sorry, but I don't have any alcohol," Sandy said, taking her robe from the chair and putting it on.
"I'll bring mine to your room, and we'll drink there while you relax," she said quickly.
"I'd rather not, Marie!"
"Well, all right! But, what's wrong with me? Don't you like me? I know! You don't like common folks like me," she said in a hurt-filled voice.
"No, you're wrong! I'm just so tired!" Sandy whispered, feeling embarrassed. Oh God, how do you keep from hurting someone's feelings? she thought.
"Well, that's more reason to have a big jolt before going to bed. You may be too tired to sleep," Marie insisted. "Unless, you're too good to have a drink with me."
"No, I'm not," Sandy sighed in resignation.
"All right then . . . just one."
'Then, it's all settled," the older woman said as she put her arm around the young blonde and squeezed her shoulder. "Sam says I drink too much, but that's what he thinks about everyone except himself."
Marie's eyes were glowing with lust as she led the reluctant young teacher down the hall to her bedroom.
"Come on in while I get the bottle," the dark haired woman said as she opened the door.
"I'll just wait here," Sandy said as she leaned wearily against the open door.
Stu and his cohorts had dropped to the ground as soon as the two women left the bathroom and closed the door behind them. It was no problem to find the Jansens' bedroom, but which one did the girl sleep in? With Stu in the lead, he stopped and scratched his youthful chin. There was a woman who had been staying here at Ma Perry's who left only last week to go to California. Maybe that was the room where the good looking blonde was living now. Knowing that Marie was stopping at her room to get a bottle, the fifteen and sixteen year old boys stopped at the window to the room where Sandy was sleeping, and squatted in a circle. Quietly they discussed the naked bodies, the difference in the breasts, pussy mounds and ass-cheeks of the two women, for the benefit of the ones who didn't see too well. "Oh shit."
"Oh fuck."
"Oh damn."
"Wheweeeeeee!"
"Oh, fuck is right! Fuck the blonde bitch," Stu said drunkenly as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a flat bottle of the potent vodka. Instead of passing it around, he took a big swig and put it back in his pocket. The other boys licked their lips, but didn't complain. They knew it wouldn't get them anything except a slug in the head.
"Wow, I always thought Mrs. Jansen looked like a man. My mother said that one time she had a bad back and Marie came to give her a massage. She told my Dad, and I heard her through the window. She said old lady Jansen did some funny things to her," one of the younger boys stated excitedly.
"Who's the blonde? Do you know, Stu?"
"Never knew there was anyone like her around here," the leader of the teenagers smiled. "But, I'll find out.. . real soon! I gotta get closer to that one!"
CHAPTER THREE
The boys were still crouched in the dark when the lights were turned on in the bedroom and the two robed women entered through the already open door. The young blonde dropped to the bed while Marie Jansen hurriedly stepped across the room to where a pitcher of water and four glasses were setting on the table.
The boys had to move up to the lighted window to see better, but this window was much lower than the one in the bathroom. They circled the window with heads jammed together all trying to see at the same time. Stu was drunker than all the rest, but not a single one of the youngsters was completely sober. All inhibitions had long since drained out of their teenage bodies, and they were not afraid to openly stare in the window. Nevertheless, Stu didn't want their fun to be ruined, so he whispered, "Okay, you guys, if anyone makes a sound, I'm gonna punch him out, ya hear?"
There was a mass nodding of heads, but not a word was spoken, as they all turned their eyes eagerly back to the lighted scene inside the room.
The strange blonde was lying back on the bed now, the pillows shoved under her head. The older woman handed her one of the two glasses she'd filled with liquor and they both took a drink together. They still had their robes on, but Stu knew what the girl looked like and somehow the thought of all that mouth-watering nakedness under the robe made his long hard penis begin pounding with a fury. He had to find out who his hot little bitch was, even if he had to ask his dad to find out. She excited the youth like no girl at the itinerant camp had ever done, not even the fourteen year old one who liked to suck cock.
The other boys took turns staring in the window, but Stu never took his eyes off the lolling blonde stranger. He carefully looked all around him in the darkness, checking to see that no one could see them crouched at the window. Jesus! He sure didn't want old man Jansen coming home from his father's poker game tonight and catch them. He'd skin 'em alive . . . judge's son or no judge. He felt more sure of their position when he saw a thick shrub between them and the only spot anyone might see them. They were practically hidden from anyone's view.
Turning back to the window he knew they could do all the peeking they wanted to and not be seen, unless someone came into the back yard.
The girl lying on the bed was making a face as she sipped at the drink Marie had handed her. The older woman had drank hers in one big gulp when she said loudly, "Ya gotta drink it down, fast, honey! This Oregon ohgod is rough!"
"Okay," Sandy answered as she held her nose and swallowed all the liquid in the glass. She choked and gasped for air as the burning liquor seared her throat and down into her stomach. The dark-haired woman patted her on the back and laughed, "See what I mean?"
"I don't drink much," the girl answered trying to calm her choking throat.
"Okay, now it's time for you to get to sleep. I'll just help you get your robe off and into bed."
"I.. . I . . . " Sandy sighed, wondering what this strange feeling was that was engulfing her. Good God! If all these people drank that stuff, no wonder they didn't get good school teachers for their children. No one could stand that kind of drinking for long! Yet, she was glad she'd let Marie come with her. Now, she'd know they were friends. Besides she felt so good! Like she was floating!
Marie took the empty glass from the weary blonde and set it down on the table. Then she came back to the bed and gently lifted the new school teacher and, with eagerly trembling fingers, began to undress her. Slowly she unfastened the belt and lifted the bottom of the robe so Sandy weaving with a combination of exhaustion and near-drunkenness could sit down, before she fell down. Then, she teasingly slid her hands up the girl's flaring hips moving upward until she reached the sleeves and quickly removed the robe from her arms. She dropped it to the floor and stood staring at Sandy's sensually enticing nakedness.
Trembling with overpowering desire, the older woman quickly stepped over to the table and took another big gulp of the alcohol. Staring through slitted eyes at the blonde school teacher, she knew the home brew was having its effect. She hadn't told the girl that it was 150 proof! Pure TNT! She'd probably be unconscious in ten minutes.
With a silly giggle, Sandy fell back on the bed and her legs fell lewdly apart, exposing the pink glistening lips of her hair-lined little pussy. "I'm so sleepy!" she muttered.
Marie hurried to the side of the bed and sat down beside the sprawled girl. A second later, she lifted Sandy's legs up onto the bed and spread her thighs in an obscene position.
"It's all right," the older woman whispered, you go to sleep and I'll leave you alone."
Marie stroked the girl's sleek upper thigh and kissed her on the lips. "I like you honey," she said, her lust-constricted voice hoarse.
"I like you too, Marie," Sandy's voice was so low that she had to lean over to hear her.
"Go to sleep. Go to sleep!" the dark haired woman crooned as she continued to caress the girl's naked body going from her proudly uplifted breasts to her silken-fringed vaginal mound and back again.
"So nice," Sandy slurred, not knowing who was speaking anymore. Her drunken mind a blur of sensations, and nothing mattered now except this wonderful feeling that was filling her sleepy body.
"Go to sleep," Marie purred, wanting her to be unconscious when she first began her ministrations. She knew the hot little bitch wouldn't stay asleep for long, not once she felt a tongue worming around in her cunt.
"I feel. . . funny," the blonde whispered, her eyes slowly closing.
Marie wanted to get up and turn out the light but she was afraid to move away from the lovely naked body she was caressing. Instead she whispered, "Does it feel good?"
"Hmmmmmmm," Sandy murmured never opening her eyes. But, the light was shining in her face so she turned over on her belly, slightly crooking her knees so that her wetly gleaming cunt was revealed to the lewdly staring older woman sitting on the bed beside her.
Marie fairly vibrated with lust! Her teeth were tightly clenched and her face had become distorted with a lewd forbidden desire. The voluptuously curved body was so exciting. Slowly she slid her sweating palms across the school teacher's white ass-cheeks, kneading them, cupping the fleshy mounds, parting them so she could see the tiny puckered anus that nestled there.
"You like that," she whispered to Sandy.
"Ummmmmmm," she slurred, utterly relaxed from the soothing sensations spreading over her.
"If you'll stay relaxed and do everything I say, I'll really make you feel good, honey. Okay?"
"Uhhhhhhh . . . "
"You'll have to like me. Do you?" the older woman questioned anxiously.
"Ummmmmmmmmm . . . "
"Well, I like you more than you like me. I do!"
"Ahhhhhhh . . . " Sandy mumbled, her voice almost silent with sleep. She seemed to be going in and out of a tunnel. The voice she was listening to became dimmer and dimmer and then louder again, but she didn't care. The hands felt so good. Could it be Paul caressing her? No, she'd left her fianc' in Chicago. But, it felt like his hands. Go to sleep, that's what she'd do.
Marie continued to slide her hands over the smooth curving back and down over the soft fleshy buttocks, massaging them as she dipped the tip of her fingers into the dampened crevice between the mounds and teasing at the tightly puckered anus.
"Want me to do it some more, Sandy?"
"Uhhhhhhhhh . . . "
The older woman dropped her mouth to the girl's belly and with a wetly licking movement began moving lower until her flickering tongue was probing at the slightly separated crevice.
Sandy felt the rapid growth of an overpowering excitement and vaguely wondered what was happening to her, but the lewd moan that escaped her lips was one of encouragement and hunger . . .
Outside the window an excited young boy was getting his ears cuffed by his leader. He'd become so excited that he'd unconsciously shoved Stu Wagner and forced the older youth's face away from the window. The gang of youths moved nervously backward as Stu slapped the boy several times back-handedly. It was terrible to see Stu mad. He went crazy! But tonight the gang leader's anger abruptly evaporated under the heat of his lust. He turned back to the window as soon as the younger boy fell cowering in fright on his knees.
Stu was so aroused that he wanted to kick in the window. Jesus! That dyke Marie was really putting on a show with the young girl. Marie was still caressing the strange blonde's back, her face a contorted mask of obscene desire. Crouched at the window, Stu saw the naked girl evidently sleeping while the leering older woman separated her ass-cheeks before dipping her rapier like tongue down to the shining little brown circle of her anus. Stu gasped and grabbed his painfully throbbing cock as Mrs. Jansen licked her red gleaming tongue up and down the shadowy crevice between the blonde's buttocks.
And Sandy finally felt the roaring fire that swept through her, spreading outward from her tongue-impaled anal passage. She let out a moan of ecstasy as the tongue swept over her sensitive anal ring, and the desire grew until it was a boiling cauldron of lust centered high up inside her belly. The sensations would not stop and she felt her erratically quivering ass-cheeks rise to meet the obscene gesture. More, oh God, she wanted more. She didn't care what it was, but she had to have more. Now, that flickering tongue was moving with a heated passion that threatened to envelop her nakedly squirming body and black out her tortured mind.
Marie spread the young blonde's legs even further apart and then, with a lewd slurping sound, began licking the entire hair-lined vaginal furrow. As the aroused young teacher bucked up off the bed, Marie slowly, teasingly, pushed her stiffened tongue deep into the girl's wetly gaping pussy.
"Aaaaaghhhhhh . . . you mustn't" Sandy moaned, but her protests were meaningless because she had opened her legs even wider in obscene invitation.
The young schoolteacher could feel the sensitive walls of her lust-heated vagina throbbing with desire as it slid in and out of her moistened passage. Oh Paul! Paul! I need you! she thought, but her thoughts were distorted with the knowledge.
Sandy knew she should say something, open her eyes. Desperately .she fought to see who was on the bed with her, and then she remembered. It was her newly acquired friend, Marie Jansen! She should cover her naked body so the other woman couldn't see her, but what difference did it make!
She slowly forced her eyes open enough to look up at Marie and saw her smiling down at her. "You are so beautiful! Sandy, your tits are like heaven!"
Sandy smiled back at her with an uncomprehending stare and watched in frozen wonder at the older woman running warm comforting hands all over her vulnerable nakedness. "I'm going to really show you how much I like your body," Marie said in a passion-choked voice.
Peering in the window, Stu's mouth gaped and he slitted his eyes with lewd excitement as he saw old lady Jansen take off her robe and nestle close against the young blonde on the bed. He saw her kiss the stranger on the mouth and then use her knees to press the blonde's long slender thighs apart. Then, Marie rolled over and began grinding and writhing her pussy against the girl's wide split loins just as if she had a cock and was fucking.
His face was glued to the window and his breath rasped out in hot gasps. Then, he saw Marie force her hand down between the blonde's thighs and caress the golden pubic hair, slowly spreading the cuntal lips wide with her fingers so she could press her own dark pussy fringe against the already hardened clitoris.
A strange overpowering excitement soared through the schoolteacher's nakedly displayed body and she gasped with delight. This was even better than it had been with Paul. But, it was just a woman . . . a woman! "Oh God, don't . . . please don't!" she shuddered, not really wanting this fantastic feeling to ever stop.
"I know you like it.. . I like it too." Marie ground her pelvis into the girl's moistly heated cuntal flesh, causing an overpowering pressure against her little hard clitoris.
"Aaaggghhhhhh . . . ooohhhhhhhh," Sandy heard her own voice gasping out her forbidden pleasure, but the wanton sounds seemed to be coming from another person. But, I shouldn't let this happen to me! It's wrong, she thought but she continued to writhe in unconcealed pleasure.
Outside in the darkness, Stu Wagner and his gang were having trouble keeping their hands off their eagerly throbbing cocks. Every once in awhile one of the boys would sneak their hand down to their crotch and caress the hardened rods of flesh and then remove it before the other guys saw them. They'd never seen anything like this in their whole lives. Never in all their experiences of watching other people in the privacy of their homes had they been this excited.
Stu saw Marie wrap her arms tightly around the blonde's long lithe legs in order to tilt her hips upward and then force her pink, wetly glistening pussy lips even wider in an effort to give closer contact with the blonde's passion hardened little clitoris.
The two women were kissing on the mouth, and the boys could see the older woman's little red tongue as it slid in and out between the strange girl's slightly parted lips in rhythm to their pelvic thrusts.
Marie could feel her climax building frenziedly inside her loins, and she gave in to the obscene excitement. She felt her cum wash over her cuntal lips and drip down her thigh to the bed as she writhed in uncontrollable spasms of ecstasy.
"Ooooohhhhhhhh . . . Aaaaaaggg hhhhhhhhh . . . " the animal scream exploded from her mouth. She continued her contortions as she clung wildly to the blonde girl and felt the eager response of the younger woman's shamelessly aroused body.
The boys standing at the window could see the older woman kissing and caressing the young stranger as both females continued to lewdly grind their cunts against each other. Stu was staring with a cruel leer, and he grinned mirthlessly as he made up his mind that he was going to have that blonde if it was the last thing he ever did. And while he was at it, he'd also give that Jansen woman a good fuck, so she wouldn't need to mess up some woman's mind. It might be interesting to get both of these little bitches up to the itinerant farm workers camp and let them both be fucked at the same time by about 15 or 20 men. Might teach them to stop their goddamned lesbian activities.
He saw the blonde smiling in a glazed-ecstasy, her eyes still closed as the older woman pressed her naked body tightly against her.
"Like that?" Marie whispered.
"Mmmmmrn," was all that the strange girl could say as she drifted off to sleep again.
"Now, I'll bring you to climax, too!" she said with a grin of lewd triumph. "Just relax!"
Marie was so hot she would surely explode if she didn't have this obviously innocent young girl again with her mouth. She began by kissing the new teacher's lushly ripened breast and sucking at the taut little nipples. Then, breathing deeply, she moved downward once again, dipping her tongue into the tiny little navel as she dropped her face lower and lower.
Marie was now nakedly crouched on her knees, her legs widely separated so that Stu could see her moistly glistening pussy with drops of her pearl-colored cum clinging to the hairs on her pink little slit. Man, that wasn't bad . . . at all! And, Marie did have lots of experience! After the blonde, he'd try that one out too!
Stu watched as the Jansen woman hunched over the young female's nakedly writhing loins, her own hips thrusting back and forth in an obscene movement of carnal hunger. One of her hands seized the girl's proudly uplifted breasts and she began to knead it with uncontrolled passion. And then, in a fevered motion, she moved her mouth back up to the tiny little nipple and began to suck gluttonously on the erect little nub. The girl on the bed moaned and writhed apart. The boys could see the moist fluted edges of her cunt that seemed to swell in front of their eyes.
With a hungry recklessness now, Marie massaged the firm quivering mounds of flesh more roughly, as she moved her hot hungry mouth across Sandy's quivering belly. Then, she abandoned the up-thrust breasts completely to clutch the blonde around the slim curling waist as she slid further down toward the wild girl's lurching loins. As she moved downward, Marie shifted around to where she was facing toward the window and her knees were straddling the other female's chest. As Stu stared with bulging eyes, he saw the older woman's hungry mouth kissing the blonde's softly curling pussy hair. The girl spread her legs even wider, and the boy gazed in hungry rapture at the mouth-watering sight of the wide-split vaginal furrow. Marie was licking feverishly at the tight little cunt which gaped wide apart with moist lubrication and now was visibly pulsing with desire. Below her succulent cuntal area, Stu could see her smoothly rounded buttocks pumping up and down in complete abandonment.
Almost viciously, the older woman dug her tongue into the hotly trembling passage as Sandy lewdly spread her legs as far as humanly possible. Then, Marie reached down with her finger tips and spread the hot pink lips of her pink little cunt even wider and saw the tiny clitoris, throbbing and extended, and begging to be massaged.
With one thumb, she slid it across the passion sensitive little nub and smiled at the young blonde's deep moan of pleasure. Bending her head, the old woman licked at the gleaming clitoral mound in front of her face and was pleased to hear the school teacher groan louder. Sandy moaned again and again as she felt overpowering sensations of physical pleasure filling her virginal, love-starved body. God, she needed this, and she fervently wished it could go on forever.
Outside the window, Stu stared in growing arousal as Mrs. Jansen flicked the wet tip of her stiffened tongue back and forth over the blonde's trembling clitoris, and he saw the gleaming red nerve bud grow even bigger as the hot fiery tongue of the older woman fucked in and out of her cuntal hole.
Marie was now teasing and arousing Sandy to a peak of passion she'd never known before. Her luscious young body was tossing and turning in lewd invitation, vibrating with lust, her lovely face contorted in passion. Her eyes were fluttering and her mouth clenched and unclenched as the flickering tongue against her sensitive pussy flesh drove her almost out of her mind with forbidden desire.
The Jansen woman instinctively knew it was time for the girl's final defeat. Sandy was ready for the ultimate of female love! Slowly, she knelt over the young blonde's writhing body and lifted her willing hips, up, up, until they were folded back over her belly. Then, pressing them down tightly against the inert body, she returned her tongue to Sandy's wetly quivering cuntal slit and viciously rammed it deep up inside the heated depths of the throbbing passage. The school teacher simply went wild. Her naked body jerked and shuddered like someone possessed of devils. Her tautly clenched buttocks thrashed back and forth as the torturous tongue forced its hot tantalizing way high up inside the virginal pussy.
With a sob of utter frustration, Sandy fell back on the bed and clutched at the older woman's naked ass-cheeks hovering just above her face, digging her talon-like nails into the flesh, reaching for more of the cruelly teasing tongue. Now, encouraged by the lewd response, Marie attacked her warmly perfumed vagina with a sadistic sucking that drove the blonde mad with desire, by locking her lips over the hair-lined flesh and pulling the succulent, lust-swollen flesh up inside her mouth, forcing moan after lewd moan from Sandy's laxly open mouth.
Her tongue fucked in and out like a tiny red penis, as the new teacher moaned out her desperate need, "More . . . oh
God . . . more . . . do it to me! Aaaggghhhhhhh.. . "
Oh God, Sandy's lust-crazed mind wondered, what's happened to me? Vaguely, she was aware that her usual virginal attitude was unrecognizable for now she was making all the sounds and movements of a common prostitute. All her dignity was gone, replaced by an uncontrollable lust burning deep inside her loins. She squirmed and struggled in carnal hunger beneath the naked body of Marie Jansen whom she'd met in the shower only moments before. But, that was all right if only this maddening tongue would give her release. She surprised herself with her wanton obscene tossing as she forced her hips greedily up into the older woman's face. Rolling and tossing uncaringly, she somehow found herself on top of Marie, still in the same folded up position with the torturous tongue still embedded in her hotly throbbing pussy. She knelt on the bed on cramped knees, spraddle-legged over the naked body of the older woman.
This was even better! Now she could control her movements. Now she could really grind her shamelessly aroused vagina against that tormenting tongue. She felt the tingling sensations inside her cuntal passage, and she undulated her hair-lined pussy down into the dark-haired woman's face, bouncing up and down in a violent runaway rhythm.
Sandy pumped and jerked, the erected nipples of her breasts rubbing against the naked loins of the other woman beneath her, intensifying the excitement as Marie's tongue began to rhythmically fuck in and out of her frantically quivering cunt. Abruptly, she became aware of her orgasm rippling inside her like a pent-up cyclone, churning around in an effort to escape. There was no denying the urgency as it rushed upon her like an exploding volcano, surging through her tortured cunt.
Instinctively even though she had never experienced it before Sandy knew she was climaxing, and she gasped out her release, "I'm . . . I . . . I'm cu-cu . . . cuummming!" Her shrill ecstatic voice was so unlike her usual carefully controlled manner. Then, in a sound like a roaring lioness she forced her hotly exploding vagina down into the older woman's face and groaned, "It's great.. . I.. . I . . . " Her body tensed again and she seemed as though she were falling into a great bottomless hole, as she shuddered and trembled, moaning deep in her lust-constricted throat. And then, she limply fell to the bed, down on top of the naked Marie, where she trembled in complete helplessness.
The older woman kept darting her tongue in and out of the school teacher's ravaged young cunt until she was sure that Sandy had spewed out every drop of her liquid passion. Then, she lifted the helpless girl from off her own nakedly trembling form and rolled it over to the rumpled sheet. As she looked at the still heavily breathing blonde, she dropped her fingers to her own wetly throbbing cunt and caressed herself, feeling the lubricated passage pulsating with a heated desire. She smiled at the satiated school teacher, and lewdly thought of what she had planned for this snobby bitch next.
Peering in the window, Stu Wagner could feel his own hot sperm dampening the rubbery end of his long hardened cock inside his pants, and he closed his eyes for a moment. Shit and damnation, he thought that was too much! Anymore and I'd pop off right in my shorts! He saw Marie getting off the bed to stare with lewdly slitted eyes down at the sleeping girl as she grinned in satisfaction. Then, she moved over to the table where she'd put a big purse when she came in and removed something.
Judge Wagner's son pressed his nose against the window glass and wondered what the crazy lezzie was doing now. He saw her turn and then he drowned in confusion as he saw what she had in her hand. Jeez! He almost choked as he recognized the long hard artificial cock she was busily buckling on her hips.
It was too good to be true! With hand motions, he moved back to give the other boys a better look and grinned to himself as he saw their surprised expressions. Crowding back between his young buddies, Stu saw the older woman crawl on the bed beside the young blonde. She looked strangely excited with one end of the double cock jutting out between her legs and the other end shoved tightly up inside her own dark-haired cunt. With a lewd movement, she rolled the strange girl over on her back where she lay murmuring drunkenly, her legs limply splayed out to the side and her arms beside her. Her full fleshy breasts heaved once with a deep sigh as she settled down on the bed in an alcoholic and sexual-stupor.
Marie was in a sadistic mood. All night long she had been giving this school teacher whore pleasure, denying herself the same treatment which had now overrun its limit. She was almost insane with lusting desire and at the moment, she was ready to do anything to satisfy her own perverted cravings. Her face was a contortion of greedy lust and her lips twisted in a mirthful grin as she spread the blonde's thighs far apart, receiving a helpful response from Sandy.
"That's it, you pretty thing," Marie murmured. "Open your legs a little more. We're really going to enjoy ourselves."
Sandy obeyed every suggestion made by the voice that sounded so far away. She knew it was Marie Jansen's, and Marie was her friend. She bent her knees, put the flat of her feet on the bed and let her knees drop outward, spreading her loins as far as she could. Quickly, Marie crawled between them. The long artificial cock-head touched the moist pink opening of the school teacher's virginal little pussy.
Stu felt like he had to take his throbbing penis out and jerk off right then. Wow! This was one helluva lot better than watching a man and woman, any day! Stu had seen many things, fucking with an audience, stag films his father had used as evidence taken from raids, and group sex. They were awfully exciting, but nothing had ever been as hot as this!
His breath was rasping in excitement as he watched Marie Jansen crawl on top of the blonde girl who was a stranger to him, and let her weight drop down. He saw the laxy movement of the drunken girl, and the lewdly expectant smile on her face as she put her arms around the older woman and kissed her. She did all this without opening her eyes! Then as the pressure of the dildo obviously increased against her cuntal opening, she fluttered her eyelids and wakened to the wincing pain of the hard rubber cock pushing relentlessly down against her virginal pussy.
"What? What is it?" she asked unsteadily.
"Relax, like I told you to, and it'll feel good."
"What are you doing?" Sandy murmured as she lifted up on one elbow, trying to see what was happening to cause this strange pressure.
"I said relax," the older woman said viciously. "I'm gonna fuck you better than any man ever did!"
The lewd four letter word finally penetrated through the blonde girl's brain and her first thought was of the night Paul had tried to make love to her. But this wasn't her fianc'! Oh God . . . this was a woman! And whatever she was doing it was hurting! Really hurting! "No . . . nnooooooooo, don't," she cried out in confusion. God! Her mind was a virtual blur from the home-made vodka, but the pain tensed her body as she stared down uncomprehendingly at the naked body of the Jansen woman. Her mind rebelled at what she saw. What were they doing? Why was Marie in bed with her . . . naked? And what was causing the pain?
"Marie, stop . . . it hurts," she moaned, trying to shove the older woman off her trembling body.
But Marie was an animal now! Her abnormal need for another woman had made her sadistic and cruel! "Oh, no! Not that! You're going to let me have some fun! You've already had yours, you fucking snob."
"Marie! Please . . . please don't . . . not this . . . I'm a virgin . . . a vir . . . Aaaaaaggghhhhhhhhhaaaaaa!" Sandy tightened her vaginal muscles but was thrown backwards to the bed by the agonizing penetration as the brunette's oversized artificial penis rammed up into her tight little cunt with a brutal force. Marie's naked ass-cheeks and thigh muscles strained from the tightness of the school teacher's vaginal opening as she sadistically plunged the hard rubber cock mercilessly up to the hilt in the virginally resisting passage.
Sandy screamed once more and then lapsed into momentary unconsciousness as the thick rubber dildo ripped through her hymen.
Unaware of the unconscious girl lying on the bed, Marie was in a mindless rapture as she began viciously thrusting her hips backwards and forwards, churning the other end of the artificial penis deep up inside her own hotly aroused cunt while she fucked the prissy blonde lying beneath her.
Suddenly, Sandy's eyes fluttered as she returned to consciousness. Immediately as if she had been entered by a red-hot poker she felt the horrible pounding pain exploding from her cruelly ravaged vagina. "Oh God, Marie . . . you're killing me!" she screamed. "You're tearing me apart!"
When this had no effect on the lust-crazed brunette, she threw back her head and screamed for help. She gasped as Marie viciously slapped her twice across the face.
"You do that again, and I'll gag you, you fucking slut," the Jansen woman spat in revulsion. Her malicious smile spread across her leering face as she fucked gloatingly in and out of the lovely blonde's tightly clenched cunt while the helpless girl sobbed and struggled futilely beneath her. She liked the way Sandy was begging and the torture she saw etched on the blonde's face excited her even more. "Go ahead! Scream and I'll fix you . . . maybe you'll even strangle yourself!" she taunted. God, she couldn't get over it. The little bitch claimed she was a virgin and she damned near believed her. Well, if she was, then she'd get a fucking tonight that she'd remember fondly the rest of her life!
Despite her suffering, the new school teacher knew the vulgarity of the whole scene filling her mind was torturing her in a way that her body could never be hurt. She should scream and take her chances but she was in a strange area, and she didn't know what would happen to her. What she did know all too well was that she was pinned to the bed and the pain was a trail of fire as the huge artificial penis slid back and forth in her agonized pussy like a thick pole of flesh. She stuffed a corner of the sheet into her mouth as she felt the scream approaching her throat as the pain went deeper and deeper with each savage thrust up inside her virginal belly.
Outside in the dark Stu was staring in lewd satisfaction as he saw the entire gleaming shaft of the hard rubber cock sliding in and out of the girl's hair-lined vaginal opening. Jesus! She must have a tight little cunt to have resisted so long! And it was obvious she was hurting. He could see the slit of her pussy was spread out into a wide circle, her little pink cuntal lips tight and thined, puckering tenaciously on the slamming hardness as Marie pulled the dildo out and thrust forward again sending it up into the little hole. The girl was tensed, every muscle of her nakedly squirming body standing out as her face contorted in suffering.
Then, he saw an obscene perverted look curl Marie's lips as she began to sadistically fuck the blonde stranger with all her athletic strength. She could see the girl's straining face as she tried to suffer the pain without screaming. Shit, the way old lady Jansen is going at it, you'd think she was trying to kill that bitch! Stu thought as he stared hypnotized by the sight of the vile red rubber penis fucking the girl's painfully quivering pussy.
The boys hovered at the brightly lit window could see the older woman fucking with a wild passion and abandonment bordering on madness as she pumped up and down, lewdly gyrating her naked, sweat-covered body, as she thrust the thick dildo in and out of the blonde's sadistically ravaged cunt.
And then, the panting Stu gripped the outside sill of the window in stunned disbelief. The girl was changing! He could see her hips hesitate, tremble, and then begin to pump back under the thrusts of the lewd phony penis.
Shit! It was too much! He didn't care what happened now. He couldn't help it! He had to beat his meat right now or die! Jerking the zipper open, he took his painfully throbbing hardness out and moaned as he began caressing it. Gripped by a group excitement too powerful to resist, all sense of embarrassment rapidly disappeared from the group of boys staring at the obscenity inside the room. They crowded around the window stroking their virile young penises, mouths watering, while their eyes bugged out in disbelief.
Inside the room, Sandy felt an uncontrollable urge that could not be resisted. A lustful sensation came over her as the black pain reached an apex and began to subside into a heavy pressure. And then, she felt the ungovernable desire to be violated, degraded, and then satisfied as every nerve in her body began to tingle with a wanton eagerness. Abruptly she was demanding more of the now pleasurable sensations filling her love-starved loins.
She couldn't control the obscene pumping of her naked loins meeting the older woman's savage thrusts. Her shamelessly aroused body began to relax as she felt the ecstatic thrill of the hard rubber cock fucking in and out of her pulsating cunt, making her want more and more! Now, it felt like the most wonderful thing in the world, and she wanted it all! There was no more pain and the constant friction or rubbing back and forth across her hardened little clitoris was building her rapture higher and higher. A moan of lust escaped her laxly open lips. The sound caused Marie to go wild. The brunette began fucking her hard and deep, with an abandoned hammering that drove the fake two-headed cock in and out of both of their cunts until she thought she would die from the building orgasm in her own body.
The older woman wanted to delay her climax until she felt the young blonde cumming, if for no other reason than to say she did it. Sweat was stinging her eyes as the two of them bucked and rode each other like uncaring animals.
"Oh God! Do it harder . . . don't stop . . . don't stop . . . Aaagghhhhhhhhh!"
Sandy was pumping her ass-cheeks clear off the bed and slamming them down again, almost burying her buttocks in the soft mattress. The school teacher, her warmly tingling breasts covered with a fine sweat and bouncing obscenely, was thrilling to every second of the perverted fucking. She felt as if all her energy was gone, but she couldn't stop now . . . not even if someone held her down! She'd still vibrate from the powerful emotion that was flooding her loins and high up in her taut little belly.
She had bent her knees back so far they were tightened around the older woman's shoulders, and her nakedly churning buttocks were taut and spread so wide that Stu and his buddies -their hot young cocks in hand could see her tiny brown rectum and the edges of her torn and ravaged cunt as it sucked the huge artificial penis in and out with each lunging movement. One boy stood shuddering with his impatiently ejaculating penis dripping down over his hand and splattering on the ground, his eyes staring unseeing into the lighted room. The other boys completely ignored him, their alcohol-drugged eyes staring at the two naked women fucking on the bed, while stroking their own wildly throbbing cocks in a simulated rhythm with the motions of the two females.
All the teenagers, including the stronger Stu, were at the point of total lack of control over their actions. They were ready to break into the house and hop on the bed with the two women, rip that double hard rubber cock out of their writhing cunts and replace it with their own.
Sandy had climbed the final rung of her orgasm and now she clung to Marie, her voice shaking with ecstasy and exciting emotion as she lunged up and felt the hard cudgel burying deep inside the virgin recesses of her lust-fevered cunt. She felt such powerful pleasure that she - she was going to explode as she wailed, "Aaggghhhhhhhh! I.. . I'm ccuummm . . . I'M CCUUMMMMMIIIIINNNNNNG!"
She jerked spasmodically, forcing both of their bodies high off the mattress as she arched her back and tossed around, thrusting her wildly convulsing pussy up against the monstrous male-like dildo that the older woman was thrusting into her ravaged vagina.
"Aaagggghhhhhhhh! Ooohhhhhhhhh!" Sandy groaned as she came again and again, the endless fucking of the cock that never wilted never letting up and driving her on to higher realms of sexual pleasure. Her mind finally went blank, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her mouth went lax and she collapsed in tiny shivering spasms.
Marie finally rammed the artificial penis home once more, held it there and ground her own hotly throbbing pussy around and around on the other end of the double-fucking dildo. Suddenly, she gasped for air, clenched her teeth and moaned, "Oh shit! Aaagggghhhhhhh!" and then fell in a heap on top of the naked young blonde, her loins jerking in a convulsion of orgasm. The two women lay lifelessly, unmoving, too satiated to care about anything.
Outside, Stu Wagner whirled from the window, his long slender penis still hard and throbbing, and said to his buddies who stood with glazed eyes and limp cocks, "Come on. We're going to be next to fuck them."
"No shit? It's not safe!" one of the boys gasped. "
"We better not!"
But no one could stop Stu now! He darted around the side of the boarding house and tried the kitchen door. He couldn't turn the door handle. It was locked! But he didn't care . . . he had to get to that hot little blonde! Now! He slammed his shoulder against the door and heard the wood splinter with a crash that resounded through the silent night.
Marie heard the sound and she jerked up, her eyes wide with fear. Oh God! It was probably Sam, and he'd find their room empty! She leaped off the bed and tore at the thick rubber cock still buried in her wetly clasping pussy, unbuckled the straps, and hurried across the room. Staring at the closed bedroom door, she listened for the steps that she expected would come down the hallway past Sandy's door and continue to the end of the hall where her own bedroom was situated. Abruptly she realized she still had the obscene double dildo clutched in her hand. Sticking it back in her purse, she rushed out the door and was in her own room before she stopped for a much needed breath of air.
Even though she didn't know it, Marie had plenty of time. Just as Stu tensed to throw himself against the door again, he heard a sound, a shout, and then he saw a flashlight beam heading straight for him and the other boys.
"Shit, man," he gasped. "Run like hell . . . it's old Jansen!"
Meanwhile, Marie had momentarily stood by the window staring out, trying to see if it really was Sam. Hearing the excitement of other voices, she stored the dildo in her secret hiding place in the closet, threw on a housecoat, and called, "Sam! Sam!"
And then she heard him stomping through the front door, and coming down the hall through the dark, "What the hell you want?" he asked angrily. "Why don'tcha put on the goddamn lights?"
"I heard something. I think there's a burglar in the kitchen," she whimpered, and the fear that quavered her voice was real . . . a fear of what her husband would do to her if he ever found out about her lesbian activity and a fear that grew as she wondered who had been lurking around the house . . . and had they seen anything?
Sam, grinning viciously, yanked his shotgun out of the closet and set off at a run to unleash the dog . . .
CHAPTER FOUR
Stu and his buddies ran through the darkness as if they had sprouted a dozen legs. The boys felt a wild excitement combined with a certain amount of fear as they heard Sam Jansen's dog howling behind them. The barking dog meant that Marie's husband had followed them with a double-barrel shotgun . . . loaded with buckshot!
Fortunately, the old man hadn't seen them and didn't know who was trying to break into his house. Stu was doubly thankful for that because as he sprinted along he suddenly caught his toe in the root of a tree and crashed down on his face, the other boys tumbling on top of him. The impact of their bodies momentarily knocked the breath out of him. Gasping, he struggled to get to his knees, shoving his buddies aside like twigs. "Come on, we gotta hurry!" he hissed, leading the way, hearing the old hound of Sam's drawing closer behind them.
They'd be in one hell of a lot of trouble if the old man caught them. Stu knew he wouldn't hesitate to fill their behinds with a load of buckshot, and that was one thing he sure didn't want to happen. And he also knew it would be hard to outsmart that hound dog of his. They kept running, trying to get as far away from the house as possible. Suddenly, a roar tore through the trees that resounded through the stillness of the night like a blast of an atomic bomb. That was Sam's shotgun! He wasn't close enough to see them, but he was sending out a warning for the three men who worked for him to come help. Stu knew that they lived on the third floor of the boarding house, and it wouldn't be long before they would join Jansen in the hunt. He had to think of something, quick! But what?
Grabbing a tree by a limb, he stopped in mid-stride, and gasping for breath, he tried to think of a trick that would save them. All the boys slowed down when they saw their leader unmoving and huddled around him.
"What is it, Stu?"
"What we gonna do?"
"I don't know, but we gotta do it quick," Stu wheezed loudly taking breath into his tortured lungs. Suddenly he saw a black and white animal sneaking across the clearing near the tree where he stood, and he knew what he was going to do. The small animal apparently spotted them at that moment, for it stopped, playing dead to keep from being seen.
"Easy boys . . . it's a skunk! Don't scare him, but when you get past him, run like hell. I'll follow," Stu whispered as the boys slowly tiptoed toward the bushes. He calmly took off his blue chambray shirt, just like all the men wore in the fields and held it ready. When he heard the old hound dog getting closer, he lifted his arm and waited.
Stu made sure the other boys were out of sight, and when the hound was only fifty feet away from him, he ran. Passing as close to the skunk as he dared, he tossed his shirt and took off, leaving his scent behind for the dog.
The old hound came bounding up to the clearing where the boys had been, running full-speed on the trail. He saw the skunk too late, and with a howl of wounded pride, he turned away from the exploding animal.
Sam was a powerful man, a good shot and was renowned for his planning ability. He came home with more venison than all the other hunters put together. So it was with a real feeling of confusion that he saw his dog heading J back toward him, his tail between his legs and I his head hanging down.
"Wha . . . what the hell . . . before he could finish the question, he knew the answer.
Whewww, he could smell why! "Aaaagggh," he gasped as the hound brushed against his pants leg. "You stupid goddamned dog! Get outa my sight. You oughta know better than to tangle with a fucking pole cat!"
He gave the poor whining hound a swift kick across the haunches and said, "Git! Git the hell away from me!"
Meanwhile, Stu was on the topmost branches of a tree nearby, looking at the stars while he laughed at the thought of the look that must be on old Jansen's face by now. The other boys were scattered around in the bushes, and when they heard Stu's laugh, they came running out and whispered, "Stu! We'd better get our asses home."
"Come on, Stu!"
"Yeah, I guess so. The fun's over anyway . . . for tonight!" And with that they hurried across the woods laughing at the cussing they could hear coming from old Sam as he berated his hound dog, exclaiming in no uncertain terms to the other men what he was going to do to the broken down bastard.
* * *
The following morning came, and not much different from any other day, the men ate healthy breakfasts and jokingly got into the trucks that would drive them to their fields. But Sam Jansen stood by his pickup truck, glowering at each of his workers as they climbed into the back. Someone had tried to break into his house and it could be one of them. The men kidded about his hound and held their noses as they roared with laughter.
Marie sat in the dining room, discussing the break-in with Ma Perry. "I tell you, Ma, It ain't safe for a body to be alone anymore. Must have been one of the itinerant farm workers up in the mountains. Why, we could have been killed in our beds."
The Sheriffs car came rolling off the highway in front of the boarding house. Two men got out and walked slowly toward the house; one was in uniform with a gun-holster on his hip, the other was confidently smiling, the look of political power on his face. The man with the Sheriff this morning was Judge Wagner. Not having much work at the courthouse, he usually rode around with the sheriff just to keep his eye on the town. A sly legal man, he was good at ferreting information out of people, something the law officer had trouble doing. Actually, everyone in the county knew the sheriff was only a flunky, for the judge was the man who ran the town.
Judge Wagner listened to Sam telling about the prowler, checked the splintered door and grinned, "I hear that you lost them because of your hound dog . . . and a skunk."
"You think I don't already know that," Sam bellowed. "Tell me something new."
Back at Jansen's pickup truck they were joined by Marie who stood by her husband and said indignantly, "Just what ya gonna do, Judge?"
Judge Monti Wagner tipped his hat, chewed on the big cigar sticking out of his mouth and said, "Well, I think the sheriff and I can find out who did it . . . after a cup of coffee, that is."
Monti Wagner watched her lushly ripened breasts quivering under her dress. Damn, it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a brassiere! A very smart man, he knew for sure that Marie had hot pants and wasn't always a faithful wife. As a matter-of-fact, he'd sampled a little of her warmly twitching pussy himself a couple of times. He also knew that Sam had been at the weekly poker game with him last night, making it just possible that another man had been in the bedroom with Marie when he came home unexpectedly. Maybe this man, if there was one, was just leaving the house when Sam saw him. Or maybe, it was a rejected suitor trying to break the door down, knowing Marie was alone! Now Judge Wagner knew how to handle this town, and when he allowed things like illegal gambling and moonshining to take place, it was just to keep the peace and quiet. That's just what he was going to do now, keep his mouth shut and keep the peace!
The only thing he planned to do was keep his eyes and ears open and find out all he needed to know. Sooner or later he'd know what happened here last night. Actually, Marie looked guilty as hell . . . and she sure was jumpy! He'd seen her quick intake of breath once when she glanced over her shoulder at something in the kitchen.
"Well?" Marie asked angrily, her hands on her sensually flaring hips.
"Well, after you give me a cup of coffee, Marie, I'll think about it," Judge Wagner scratched his head and turned to see what had shaken the woman. The only thing he could see was a white-faced young blonde girl who was standing at the front door staring apprehensively at them. She had a frightened look on her face, and she jerked back when she saw the man looking at her. Hmmm, Monti thought with more than judicial interest, wonder who that is!
"You get paid to act. . . not think and drink the taxpayers coffee!" Sam growled, getting into his truck and slamming the door.
"Stay away from pole cats, Sam. You can recognize them by their color black and white and their smell." Both the Sheriff and Judge Wagner were guffawing as Sam drove away. Then, still grinning, Monti turned and walked into the boarding house with Marie, leaving the sheriff with the patrol car.
There was a lot that needed to be explained about last night before he could do anything. He even thought he might get a chance to talk to the strange girl he'd seen at the door, but when he went into the boarding house, there was no sight of her.
The whole thing looked like an amateur job, as though whoever if was thought he might get to a woman! Why else would they break into a boarding house where there was always people, especially Ma Perry! No, it just didn't make sense, even then, the guy would have to be drunk or stupid! Maybe it was just a bunch of goddamned kids playing pranks.
Settling down in a chair at the dining room table, Judge Wagner accepted the cup of coffee Marie handed him with a slow, drawling, "Thank you!" Then still smiling as the dark-haired woman seated herself beside him, he added, "Who's the blonde, Marie?"
"Uh . . . I thought you already knew," Marie stammered. "She's our new school teacher."
"She looks worried about something," he said, his eyes narrowing as he saw the sudden startled look flash across Marie's face . . .
* * *
The judge was right about Sandy being in trouble and frightened. She had slept through all the excitement last night and had heard nothing of Sam Jansen's wild chase through the darkness. She didn't even hear Marie leave her room. Actually, after her last mind-blowing orgasm, the first thing she knew was the early morning dawn creeping into her bedroom.
It was then that she suddenly became wide awake as she remembered being in the shower, naked and with an older woman who was naked. The same woman she'd seen in the living room of the boarding house. And it was Ma Perry's daughter, Marie!
Maybe all that happened after that was just a dream!
A horrible dream! The confused young teacher sighed and started to get out of bed, but then she knew it was all too real! Her body ached all over, and she felt bruised . . . especially in the area of her vagina! She was so sore that it felt as though something had been shoved up inside her.
Oh God! She had! Marie had . . . had done that awful thing to her! She wasn't a virgin any longer, but it had been a man who deflowered her. It was . . . it was . . . she couldn't even put the words into thought. The tears began to flow down her cheeks as a black fog of shame rolled across her mind. Weakly, she fell across the bed, sobbing as though her heart would break. After fifteen or twenty minutes, the young blonde teacher began to pull herself together. Wiping the tears with the back of her hand, she got up and stood at the window looking out in despair, knowing she had to decide what she was going to do now. She never wanted to see that horrible Marie person again, never wanted to see anyone again. She thought back to the time when she was so sure of herself, believing she could handle any kind of situation. But how could a girl from a good family possibly know what to do with perverted monsters like these people? Oh, God, Paul was right, and she hadn't listened to him.
In a state of shock she dressed, determined to leave this town as soon as she could make arrangements. Under no conditions could she stay here now!
She dressed in jeans and a sweater, moaning with discomfort as she pulled the tight pants up and zipped them. She shivered with horror at the searing thought of Marie using that huge artificial penis inside her virginal passage. Oh, God! It was all so sick! Peering apprehensively out to make sure that no one was in the hallway, she rushed to the bathroom, washed her face and inspected the bruises on the soft flesh of her arms and breasts.
The young blonde was hurrying back to her room when she heard Marie talking to some men. She walked toward the front door, ready to bolt if she saw anyone in the house. And then as she peered out into the yard, her heart lurched, and she gasped. She began to shake almost uncontrollably when she saw the patrol car and three men talking to the Jansen woman. One, dressed in overalls, was the man she'd seen in the living room with Marie, evidently her husband. One man was in uniform, the other in civilian clothes.
She stood at the door trying to hear what they were saying, but when she saw the civilian look toward her, she darted back down the hallway to hide tremblingly in her room. Were they talking about her? Had Marie called the sheriff and accused her of something awful? Oh, God, she couldn't think straight! What was she going to do?
She cracked the bedroom door enough to put an ear to it and listened. She heard the truck drive off, and then Marie and one of the strangers enter the boarding house. When they didn't come down the hall toward her room, she decided she was safe, but she still had to make some plans about leaving. Maybe the best thing would be to act as though nothing had happened just to get through the day. There wasn't anything she could do until she checked out the bus schedule and could leave this awful place. Then, as though she had just had a bucket of cold water dashed in her face, she remembered that today was the first day of school and the children would be waiting for her.
Forcing herself to take the books from the bedside table, the frightened blonde teacher opened the door with shaking hand and moved quietly down the hallway. She reached the front door of the boarding house without attracting the attention of Marie or the stranger. Once out of sight of the house, she practically ran down the lane to the old wooden frame building that was used as the schoolhouse.
She was standing inside the one room shack, staring in distaste at the run-down classroom she would have to work in when she heard a strong male voice say, "Hello there!"
Sandy jerked around just as the stranger she'd seen earlier with Marie came through the rickety door and walked toward her. He smiled, held out his hand and then said, "I'm Judge Monti Wagner. I understand you're the new school teacher. You're Miss Miller?" His eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, but his grin was warm and calming to the frightened young girl.
"How do you do Judge Wagner. Yes, I'm Miss Miller, Sandy Miller, and I guess I'm the new school teacher," she answered shakily.
"Yen! That's what Mrs. Jansen said. We'll sure need you to help teach our youngsters. They get pretty rowdy without schooling. And if anyone bothers you, you just let me and the sheriff know. We'll take care of 'em."
"Th-thank you, Judge. I-I will!"
"It's nothing, Miss. Just my job to see that this town runs smoothly." Monti Wagner said, his thoughts running wild. Jesus Christ! She was a sexy little thing. Maybe some of the workers had seen her come in yesterday, and they'd tried to get to her last night. Sometimes those crazy bastards drank too much rotgut whiskey and went on a rampage. Or it could have been the kids, playing a prank. "Sometimes the boys around here get pretty wild, but they don't mean nothing by it. I got a sixteen year old boy myself. If any of your students get out of line just let me know."
"Thank you, Judge Wagner. I'll do that," she smiled and turned back to look at the desk where she would be sitting.
"Miss Miller, Uh . . . " Hell, he might as well find out if she heard anyone with Marie last night.
"Yes?"
"Were you disturbed by strange noises last night?"
The young blonde school teacher stiffened and began to shake. She couldn't control it! "No! I don't think so! I was awful tired. Why?"
Looking at her from his vantage point, Judge Wagner studied her reactions and knew she was lying for some reason. He was thoughtful as he replied, "Yeah! Someone was messing around the Perry boarding house. Tried to break in."
Pretending to be busy clearing the desk of dust and arranging the books, she casually answered, her voice under control now, "I must have missed the whole thing. Did you catch them?"
"Not yet! But we will!" he said assuredly. "You did sleep here last night, didn't you?"
"Sure! Why do you ask?"
"Don't see how you could and miss all the excitement. Dogs, shotgun blasts, yelling. Hmmm! You must have slept hard!"
"Are you questioning my honesty, Judge?" Sandy said angrily.
"Course not, Ma'am. I was just hoping you could tell me something." He shrugged and decided to drop it for the moment, "Better not wander around alone at night, Miss."
"I won't, Judge. Thank you again."
"Never can tell what these itinerant farm workers will do."
"Where do they live," Sandy immediately thought of those children and wondered if they were allowed to go to school with the other children.
"We got whole clamp of farm workers up in the mountains about five miles from here. They don't usually come down to our town; we don't encourage it. Sometimes they do get drunk on home brew and wander around a little, but we soon take care of 'em and the sheriff puts 'em in jail to sober up."
"Are there any small children?"
"Yeah, Miss, each family has about a dozen kids. There's always little ones with farm workers. Help with the crops, you know."
"Do you try to educate the children?"
"Nan! No use! They just move on with their families. They're born farm workers. Education is a waste for them," the Judge thought for a moment and added. "And it's best you don't try to change it, Ma'am. Most people here like things the way they are; they don't want their children mixed up about things like that."
"Thank you, Judge," Sandy said, curtly dismissing the man. "I'll remember your. . . warning. Now I'd better get my classes started.
"Uh, Ma'am?"
"Yes?"
"You're not sick, are you?"
"No, I feel fine?" she snapped.
"I just thought you didn't look so well. You got big black circles around your pretty eyes."
"It could be a cold coming on. I'm not used to the mountains," she said quickly.
"Well, if you need anything, let me know," he said as he sauntered off toward the door, swung himself down to the ground and walked away.
His thoughts were going full speed ahead as he headed for the sheriff and his patrol car. By God! She was some hunk of woman, that school teacher. Too damned pretty to be in this mountain town with all the tough men around. She'd end up having real trouble with them; that is, if she hadn't already. He opened the car door, slid in beside the sheriff and sat there thoughtfully for a few moments.
Finally, he nodded his head. "Sheriff, I think something happened here last night that involves our new school teacher. At least, I think she knows something I don't know." He paused for a second and continued, "I want you to radio your office and tell the dispatcher to find out all he can about this Sandy Miller. I'll write the details down for you. Description and all."
"Okay, Judge. You could be right," the county sheriff nodded. "I got the impression that Marie Jansen was spooked about something, too."
While the message was being given over the mike, Judge Wagner stared up the road toward Ma Perry's boarding house. Abruptly, he knew for sure that it wasn't just a common prowler that Sam almost caught last night. But time would tell!
"Take me back to the courthouse, Sheriff!" There was nothing more he could do here today.
As soon as the Judge left the schoolhouse, Sandy had forced her mind to think only of the children who were streaming into the room. There were about twenty of them, and they needed her. Within an hour she had proven to the children that she was interested in them and wanted to teach them. They willingly did everything she told them to and then she congratulated them on how fast they learned. By noon, she was in love with the little ones. They wanted to learn and they told her so, especially the brightest ones.
She decided that a half day was enough for the first day at school so she dismissed them and told them to go home, but she'd expect every one of them the next morning.
After they had all gone, the silence of the room overwhelmed her, and she bowed her head as the thoughts of the previous night caused her to suffer real pain. She actually flinched away from the remembrance, put both hands over her eyes and then dropped her head to the desk.
Jerking herself erect as she heard a distinct noise, she gasped, "Oh! You scared me!"
It was only a teenage boy standing in front of the desk, smiling lips and the brownest eyes she'd ever seen. He had his hands in his pockets, and his hair was shaggy and long.
"Sorry, Ma'am, but I wanted to ask you something," he said as he looked around the room. "I didn't mean to scare you."
"It's all right," Sandy smiled. "What did you want?"
"I wanted to know if you had some books I could borrow," he muttered.
"Most of my books are too young for you, but I'll see if I have something that might be old enough," she said thoughtfully; then, getting up from her chair, she moved around the desk and stood beside him. "How old are you?"
"I'm sixteen, Ma'am."
She found herself relaxed in the young boy's presence and she grinned in response. He was a good looking youth and was at a wonderful age. Almost a man, but probably in the eyes of the mountain people he was already one. But what surprised Sandy more than anything else was her strange emotions as she stood talking to the teenager. Almost as if she were excited by him. "I'll have a look around my room and see what I have."
"You got the wrong idea, Ma'am. I wanted the books for some little kids."
"I'm going to take care of the little children. That's my job."
"Not these, you won't, Ma'am; they're up at the workers camp."
"Oh, yes, Judge Wagner told me about them this morning," Sandy said thoughtfully.
"You already met the Judge?"
"Yes!"
"Well, that's my old man. I'm Stuart Wagner," grinning at her engagingly. "But my friends call me Stu."
"You do look like your father, now that I think about it," Sandy said, nervously remembering her conversation with the Judge. "But does he know that you go up to the camp?"
"'Fraid not, Miss Miller. He sure is against it. Probably smack me if he knew," he said conspiratorially, "but I go up there sometimes because those poor little kids need someone to help them. Poor little things."
Sandy was so impressed with Stu's interest in the poverty-stricken families that she immediately felt a companionship with him. She would help him! "Do you think they would let me teach them to read and write if I went up to the camp?"
"Well, if you let me take you up there, they might. You see, they trust me. They know I don't mean them any harm."
"If I decide to go, will you take me then?"
"Sure, but why don't we go this evening, and that way they can get started like the other children."
"You're a very considerate boy, Stu, but I don't know if I can," Sandy pretended to be thinking about it, but she had already made up her mind instantaneously, not wanting to be alone in the house where Marie might be waiting. Especially not wanting to talk to the lesbianic older woman. Besides, she enjoyed talking with Stuart Wagner. He was not only engaging and handsome, but obviously a sensitive boy! "How far is it," she added.
"Oh, I guess it's about five miles. On a dirt road of course."
"But I don't have a car," Sandy said, thoughtfully biting her lips.
"Then I guess it's out unless we can borrow one."
"Can you get one?"
"Don't think so, I'm too young to get one other than my Dad's. He's using his tonight!"
"Wait," Sandy said. "I wonder if I could borrow Mr. Jansen's pickup truck. Do you think so?"
"Sure, he loans it all the time to Ma Perry's boarders."
"Well, I don't know!" Sandy shivered, terrified at the thought of having to ask Marie's husband for anything. But she did want to go help those poor children. Besides, maybe if she became friendly with Sam, Marie might leave her alone. "I've decided, Stu. If I can borrow the truck will you guide me to the camp. I'll be glad to pay you for your time."
Acting insulted at her suggestion, Stu stammered, "Ma'am, you don't have to pay me nothing. I want to help them poor, underprivileged kids."
"You're a very nice human," Sandy said. Then she actually moved over and put her arm around the boy's shoulder and hugged him, smiling warmly. "We'll keep our secret, just you and I will know what we're doing."
"Sure will! Wow! I'd hate for my old man to ever find out I had anything to do with it."
"Why don't we leave about six o'clock from the boarding house," she said thoughtfully.
"Ma'am, I don't know! Do you think we oughta be seen together in case someone might find out what we're up to?"
"All right! What do you suggest?"
"You leave the boarding house alone and pick me up on the road. I'll show you where," he said with a straight face.
"Okay, I'm going back to the boarding house now so you can show me."
"Fine, Ma'am!"
Together they walked out of the school house, and Stu pointed out the road she would be taking. He showed her a tree about five hundred yards from the school building where he'd be waiting.
"Thanks, Stu. You know, you're the first friend I've made here." Sandy said softly, feeling a warm gratitude toward the youth.
"Aw, that's okay, Ma'am. You're a nice lady. See ya tonight."
Sandy watched the young boy sprinting down the road toward the small town, and then she turned toward the boarding house that she already hated after less than twenty-four hours in this strange town. Whatever had happened last night was just something that had been building up inside her for a long time. It was all over now, and it couldn't possibly ever happen again. She would explain to Marie that she wasn't a lesbian, and that would be all there was to it. And if the older woman gives me a bad time, Sandy thought, I'll just go to Judge Wagner and tell him!
Besides, she had come here to Medoc to help the children, and that's what she was going to do. But the young blonde was troubled, and her face livid with unhappiness as she once again thought of the pain and degradation she'd suffered at the hands of Sam Jansen's wife. Yet, even with all that, she'd screamed out her multiple orgasms like a common whore . . . loving the sensations of being fucked senseless by that huge rubber penis. In spite of herself, Sandy felt a bubbling carnal excitement begin to throb deep inside her loins as she stepped down the pathway toward the boarding house. Oh God! Last night had been a fantastic feeling; she'd never known her body was capable of such pleasure! Suddenly, she stopped and began to shiver as she fought the overpowering urge to turn and run.. . far away from these awful people. But the memory of the wonderful little children who were relying on her made the blonde teacher force one foot in front of the other until she reached the door. And tonight she would be able to help the farm worker's children as well.
Sandy entered her bedroom without seeing anyone. After putting things away, she sat by the window daydreaming of all the good things she would do for the young children in the farm worker's camp. And Stu! Stu would help her! He was such a nice boy. Together they would accomplish what no one else obviously had ever tried here. They'd do it together!
Sandy shook her head in confusion at the thoughts that penetrated her brain about the handsome teenager. God! She felt a sexual attraction to him! Quickly, the young teacher decided that she would have to stay far away from him, except when they were working. She would even convince him he should further his own education and go to college so he could become a teacher himself. Who knows? If she encouraged enough of the youths here to better themselves, she might even become famous with the great things she would accomplish.
But.. . oh, no! She couldn't stay here. Not as long as Marie Jansen was around!
Despite the warm sunshine of late afternoon, Sandy felt cold! As though an icy wind had blown across her face. She didn't want to be alone with Marie ever again. The woman seemed to have some kind of influence over her! Tonight was taken care of if Sam Jansen would loan her his truck. She'd take Stu home after the lessons at the farm camp and then quietly sneak into the boarding house, go to bed and pretend to be asleep if anyone knocked. God! How she wished there was a key to lock her bedroom door! Well, a chair shoved under the doorknob would serve as some protection. Feeling better about the evening, the young blonde began reading over the following day's lessons.
When Sandy went downstairs for dinner a couple of hours later she nervously greeted Ma Perry, Marie and her husband, Sam. There were six other people three men and three women boarders sitting at the table with them. The only empty seat was between Mr. Jansen and Ma Perry so she nervously pulled out the chair and sat down. None of the men offered to help her or even stand up!
During the meal, Sandy tried to get up enough courage to speak, but the words stuck in her throat. No one seemed to notice her anxiety as they shoveled the food into their mouths. And then, determined to ask Mr. Jansen for the use of his truck and get it over with, the young girl croaked, "Mr. . . . Jan . . . Jan-Ja,' unable to finish what she wanted to say.
Sandy could feel Marie's eyes boring into her almost in warning, it seemed from the other side of Sam, and her face turned red as a beet.
"What is it, ma'am," Sam said hesitantly.
"I'm sorry," Sandy trembled with embarrassment. "I need a car to go see some of my students, and one of the boys at school told me you sometimes loaned your truck to the boarders here."
"Sure, when do you need it?" Sam Jansen mumbled, his mouth full of food. "Tonight!"
"Well, I'm staying home tonight. Gotta see if that dirty bastard comes back to rob Ma."
"I'll show you my driver's license," she said, feeling stupid.
"Aw, that's okay! I don't care about that," he slurped coffee from his cup and then added. "I got good insurance."
"I really do thank you, Mr. Jansen; I won't be late."
"Don't you worry, Miss. And why don't you just call me Sam, since we all live together here."
Sandy grinned at the older man, thinking how nice these people had been to her . . . all except Marie. But maybe that was her own fault. But it would never happen again, and if Marie said anything at all to her, she'd just explain how she felt.
After picking at her food for thirty minutes and drinking coffee, Sandy asked to be excused, saying she'd be leaving in a few minutes.
Sam handed her the key as she stood up, and said, "Be careful! It's not always safe for young girls to be running around these parts alone at night! But if you're going to see young'uns you'll be all right."
"Thank you, Sam! You're very kind! I'll just put the keys on the dining room table when I come home."
She hurried to her room, combed her hair and looked at her face in the mirror over the scarred up wooden chest of drawers. She was positive that her face had changed, but it looked the same as it did yesterday. Surely, there must be some external sign that she had responded to a lesbian approach. Suddenly, she was trembling and breathing hard at the thought of the obscene thing Marie Jansen had done to her last night.
Grabbing her purse and an armload of books, she dashed out of her room and rushed past the dining room door without looking back.
CHAPTER FIVE
Stuart Wagner, the Judge's son, was right on time for his rendezvous with the school teacher. They drove off in the pickup truck sitting together, while Stu gave the blonde directions to the camp up higher in the mountains.
They moved from one road to the other as the mountain night came down so fast now that she needed headlights. She had driven a maze until her mind was confused and she knew she'd never find her way back without the young boy beside her. Now she knew why he wanted to help her. She had all the confidence in the world in Stu, but feeling hemmed in by the thick trees, she said nervously, "How much farther is it, Stu?"
"Just a little ways now," he whispered as they swung around a curve and he pointed to a dirt trail that led off from the main road.
The blonde school teacher saw an automobile up ahead of her, and momentarily wondered if two cars could pass on this narrow road. Suddenly, Sandy realized that the vehicle was stopped, for its lights were bunking in signal. Turning to the teenager seated next to her, she gasped, "What are we going to do now?"
"Not a thing, Teach! Not a thing!"
"Wha-what do you mean?" she stammered, as something dark and terrible in his voice made her tremble with panic.
"We're as far as we're going!"
"But you. . . you said you'd show me the camp! Do we have to walk from here?"
"Nope"
"Then where is it?"
The youth snorted in derision.
Just as she reached for the reverse gear, instinctively knowing she was in trouble, Stu moved swiftly and grabbed the keys, turning off the motor.
"Stu . . . you listen to me. You'd better give me those keys back if you know what's good for you."
"You ain't going anywhere, blondie," he sneered with obvious excitement in his voice.
And then, as if by previous arrangement, there were several youths clustered around the pickup truck. Sandy tensed and glared at them, trying to keep her voice from quavering. There were five of the boys all approximately the same age or younger than the Wagner boy and with the same lewdly expectant expressions on their faces as Stu. Although she was terrified, Sandy decided that if she just didn't lose her cool, she could bluff them out of whatever they had planned. She turned to the Judge's son and said confidently, "All right, you tricked me. It's not a bit funny, and I advise you to give me the keys. I'm leaving, but I'll forget about this if you promise to behave yourself from now on."
Stu stared at her for a second before loudly jeering, "Oh shit, teach, you are something else!" He looked down his nose and with a look of astuteness began mocking, "Puleeze, my little boy, do like I say or I'll pull down your pants and spank you!" All the youngsters laughed uproariously as they opened both doors to the truck, crowding around the school teacher, forcing her to jerk away from the contact. There was a younger boy, looking about fourteen, whose name she'd learned was Matt. He leaned over Stu and grinned at her, shoving his nose against hers. She gasped as she smelled his drunken breath and heard him saying, "Hi ya, chicken!""
Sandy tried to pull far back away from him, but she only pressed into another boy standing on the truck behind her. Shakily she stammered, "I suggest that all of you leave me alone and get off this truck, or I'll tell the Sheriff about you."
"What'd we do, Ma'am," one boy demanded.
"Stopping me under false pretenses . . . and drinking under age."
All five of the boys and Stu let out a roar of laughter that shook her to the core. Matt reached out and began to rub her pointed up-thrust breasts through her dress. "We don't have to worry, Chickie, Stu's dad is the law here."
Laughingly the younger boy took a bottle from beneath his jacket and stuck it under her nose. "How 'bout you? Wanta little swig?"
"No, no thank you," Sandy's voice was cold and cutting as she turned her head and glared at the teenagers behind her. These kids must be crazy drunk to think they could get by with something like this. She'd show the little devils. "I mean it, Stu! Your father already promised to help me if I had any trouble here."
"Yeah, but he didn't mean drinking! That's all we're doing, and he already knows about that." He slung his arm around the now-shivering blonde and whispered enticingly, "We know how you like it! But our pricks aren't made of rubber. They're real!"
Sandy gasped at the words and her face contorted in fear and humiliation as his meaning penetrated. She became immobile, frozen to the seat of the pickup truck as Stu continued in his quiet deadly voice, "I'd just have to tell my old man that I was just being friendly, and offered you a drink. That's what we saw Marie Jansen doing, and you weren't pissed at drinking with her . . . or some of the other things Marie did."
Stu had leaned close to Sandy's ear and tickled her bare neck with his tongue as he whispered, "Jeez! The really far-out things we did see happening!"
Sandy paled and she could feel a ringing in her ears as she fought to keep from fainting. She wanted to run as fast as she could and get away from this nightmare, but that would be a mistake. God! She could never run far enough to escape this. No, she had to try to bluff it out. So, trying to be calm and unruffled by the youngster's accusation, she demanded, "What are you talking about?"
Grinning in companionship at his young friends, Stu leaned against her again and whispered, "Maybe you've already forgotten being fucked by Marie. Maybe you'd like us to do it to you with real live cocks so you'd remember." With lewd smirks on their young faces, Stu's friends whooped and laughed, and began jumping around like marionettes.
The young blonde school teacher couldn't look at the boys; they all had been looking in the open window last night when . . . when . . . when it had happened. Shakily, fighting tears of humiliation, she gasped, "What do you want me to do?"
"Just sit and talk. Just talk and drink together."
"No!" Sandy stiffened as Matt held the bottle under her nose again.
"I ain't gonna ask you again! The next time, we'll hold you down and pour it down your fucking throat. Don'cha know you're supposed to be neighborly? This is good old mountain dew!" Stu reached out and snapped the headlights off as he stuffed the keys into his hip pocket. All five boys crowded into the cab of the truck, shoving Sandy tightly in between their sweating bodies. She didn't want to drink, but they might hurt her if they forced her. She had no idea what they really wanted, but she was terrified! They really couldn't believe they could blackmail her into having sex with them. Besides, they were only teenagers fourteen, fifteen!
"Your last chance, teach. Drink or we'll force it down you." Stu's voice was all too clear in its warning.
Slowly the trembling young school teacher took a sip of the home-made vodka, making a face as it burned her mouth and throat. She handed the bottle back to Stu, but he refused to take it. "That's not enough to even taste, much less feel," he laughed.
Sandy took another sip and just as she brought it away from her lips the Judge's son forced it back to her mouth with his hand and growled, "Goddamnit, take a big drink."
She drank deeply, gagging on the powerful taste of the rot-gut, and then watched the boys as they passed it from one to the other until it was empty. She moaned desperately when she saw one of the boys pull out still another bottle and hand it to her.
"Drink it down," Stu prodded. "You gotta feel it."
Sandy drank from the bottle, hating the taste of the raw alcohol. And as she handed it back to one of the other boys, Stu reached out and roughly forced her voluptuous body back against the seat of the truck. Someone grabbed her arms and pulled them back painfully as Stu Wagner lewdly kissed her half-open mouth. She felt his hot quivering tongue try to force its way into her mouth and she turned her head sideways.
"I'm going to scream," she spat as he drew back laughing.
"You silly bitch," the judge's son said. "Go ahead. Ain't nobody here to hear . . . but us!"
She tried to lash out at the boys, but there were too many arms holding her now. She was helpless way out here on a mountain road, and there was no one to help her. Still though, she flailed out with her legs and caught one of her captors with a kick in the groin.
"Look out! She's feisty!" Now, Stu had her long blonde hair in one hand, and he yanked her head cruelly back, forcing her face up toward the top of the truck while the other boys held her legs. He viciously shoved her down on the seat and, with the other hand, squeezed her cheeks until she opened her mouth in pained protest. "Pour it in her mouth," he ordered the boy holding the bottle.
Sandy didn't have time to close her mouth or to plead before she felt the alcohol filling her mouth and running down her throat. She had to swallow or choke. She gagged and spluttered as they made her drink about half the pint of vodka and then, gasping for air, she choked as the last of the liquid seared down her throat into her belly.
The boys sat in silence watching the young blonde, waiting to see what she was going to do. She sat with her head back on the seat, her eyes closed, and shuddering, she could already feel the potent alcohol taking effect, and she tried to keep from stuttering when she spoke, "You'll never get away with lying about me, Stu. And furthermore, I'm going to have all of you put in jail for forcing me to stay here against my will."
The boys laughed drunkenly and Stu cackled, "Shit, Ma'am, you asked me to come with you, remember? I think you're the criminal. . . enticing minors into the woods for a little fucking!"
Stu's friends all thought that was funny, too. Besides, they were all drunk and uncaring about what could happen to them later. It was right now that counted. And by God, Stu had promised them all a piece of ass . . . and here it was!
My God! What was happening to her? Sandy wondered in despair. What kind of people were these strangers? She had to get out of here before something worse happened. The thought chilled her heart! Could they possibly be thinking of raping her? These little boys? But yet, she knew that they weren't really such little boys! Stu was muscular and well-developed for a sixteen year old boy, but more than that was his obvious lack of innocence otherwise.
She looked around, her eyes difficult to focus and felt a giggle coming to her lips. It was really funny when you thought about it! All these boys waiting out here in the woods for her to arrive! Suddenly she felt herself being pulled out the open door and heard Matt saying, "Come on! Not enough room in that truck for all of us."
Sandy stepped out and her knees promptly collapsed under her, causing her to fall drunkenly into the plants by the side of the dirt road. She felt herself being dragged back into the bushes with one of the boys at each hand and foot. She was embarrassed at the way her shirt had worked out of her jeans and was showing her naked belly.
The insidious home-made vodka was having its paralyzing effects just as it had last night. She felt good all over relaxed, and not a problem in the whole world! These wonderful boys were just being friendly and offering her a drink of their vodka. They were harmless, really. Just playing games and teasing her a little. As soon as they wearied of their little game, Stu would take her up to the workers' camp and let her give the children some books. He was really a nice boy! And handsome . . .
Suddenly, though, the drunken young school teacher decided he wasn't so nice after all as she felt the judge's son unbuttoning the front of her tight jeans. "Stop that. . . what are you trying to do?"
"Hang onto her, you guys," Stu rasped.
"You can't! I won't let you," Sandy began to struggle frantically to get away, but she only managed to roll over on her knees and as she tried to crawl away they held her tighter. One of the boys was digging his fingers into her ribs, and she drunkenly began to giggle. She couldn't stop. She was laughing hysterically while the boys held her and stared at each other anxiously.
"She's already drunker than a skunk," Matt said.
Sandy abruptly stopped giggling and sat up on the ground. She leaned on her hands and stared at the puzzled youths. She didn't much care what was happening any more, besides, when she really thought about it, there was nothing she could do. There were too many of them! They were all remarkably good looking -healthy young males . . . just having a little fun. She giggled and hiccupped.
"Feel good now?" Stu asked.
"Whooppee," she stuttered, "Whoo-oopee!"
When she saw the teenager's smile, she felt as if all fear was ridiculous. They were just kids, getting drunk. Actually, it was beginning to be fun. The boys were trying to grow up too fast, that was all. They liked her or they wouldn't be here. A sudden involuntary shiver ran through her body, and she became confused at the underlying excitement she felt as she realized that young Matt was stroking her upper thigh through her jeans. She recognized the feeling it was the same expectant thrill she'd felt last night. And yet, she couldn't possibly be excited with a fourteen year old boy!
"Why don't you take your shirt off," Stu said, looking at the other youths for approbation.
While they all stared at her, Sandy grinned drunkenly and said, "That's not a nice thing to do! I certainly won't!"
"Aw come on, we won't tell anyone," one of the other boys said, his teenage voice cracking from his excitement.
"No . . . no . . . no . . . " she said, a silly grin contorting her face.
"Why not? You did with Marie," Stu said softly.
"What's that got to do with it?" Sandy replied quickly, realizing her position as the fog momentarily lifted from her drunken brain.
"You like girls?"
"No . . . course not!" Sandy retorted, unexpectedly on the verge of tears. "She forced me! Made me do those perverted things."
"Oh yeah! We know better! You loved every fucking minute of it," Stu snorted. "Now take your shirt off."
"You have to believe me . . . please! I'm not like that." Sandy pleaded.
"Okay, then you gotta prove it," Matt butted in as an excitement almost too powerful to control began pulsating through his youthful loins.
"It's like this, teach, either you peel.. . or we take them off for you," Stu said menacingly. "Why don't you have another drink and think about it for a minute?"
Sandy reluctantly grasped the bottle handed to her, took another big swallow, and promptly choked from the burning liquid. With a sense of growing despair and shame, she felt her body quivering with an almost ungovernable excitement as her inhibitions completely deserted her. A deep lewd hunger was roiling through her loins as she remembered the ecstatic orgasms she'd experienced with Marie last night, but she fought her growing need by clutching her trembling thighs tightly together.
Abruptly she felt someone pulling at the front of her shirt and she stared down at the youthful fingers struggling with the tiny buttons. She grinned drunkenly and lay back on the rocky ground, unaware of the stones pressing into her back.
Stu finished unbuttoning her shirt and spread it open, gasping as he saw her ripely up-thrust breasts without a brassiere. He thought only the women at the farm camp went without brassieres! A strange sensation came over the young boy as he reached out and with a hungry groan caressed the soft white flesh.
Sandy stared into the lust-contorted face of the judge's son, and lewdly thought of the wonderful feeling he was bringing her. What was wrong with the boys being curious? From the look on this handsome child's face, he'd never seen a woman's naked breast before! The only depraved thing about it was that she was enjoying it!
The young school teacher was determined that she would help these boys, but she wouldn't let it excite her! No, that would be terribly wrong! But, as the boys lifted her shoulders and stripped the shirt from her body, she trembled with pleasurable sensations as their fingers touched her naked skin.
Now someone was tugging at her boots and then at her stockings that came to the knees, and she rubbed one foot against the other as she felt the cool air hit her naked feet. "Hey, she's not unconscious yet?" Stu laughed and reached for the unzipped waistband of her jeans.
Sandy stared at the young boy and in slow motion lifted her hand and slapped at his struggling fingers. She should make him stop but she felt a heat of throbbing wetness growing deep up between her legs and it felt so good!
Suddenly, the boys' hands were all over her! At first she tried to make them stop, but it was too much! She knew that Stu was taking her jeans and tiny bikini panties off, but she lay still watching him do it. Abruptly, though, the shock of the cold ground beneath her naked buttocks brought her senses back enough to know she should stop this obscene thing from happening to her. When she saw one of the teenagers toss her jeans and panties into the bushes, she gasped, "No! No! You shouldn't do that." Kicking out with her feet, the naked young teacher tried to sit up, but the boys gripped her wrist and ankles with a strength she couldn't fight in her drunken state.
All six boys had now ceased their movements. She saw them staring at her with rapt wide-open eyes. Slowly, as if it were happening to someone else, she saw Stu gently caressing the curve of her slender waist and move across her taut little belly to touch her softly curling pubic hair. That's when she knew for sure that she had let things get completely out of hand. My God! They were going to rape her!
"Oh, no!" she twisted, lashing out with her tightly held arms, but the boys pinned her down easily.
"Wow, man! Look at her twist that ass around," Matt yelped. "She sure can move!"
Sandy paused and tried to focus her eyes, staring in fear at the boys who had crowded into a tight ring around her futilely struggling body. She looked down past her nakedly straining breasts and saw her widespread loins with a boy on each leg, holding them in place. The youths were all staring with lewdly glowing eyes at her helplessly gaping vagina.
She could see their drunken eyes, their lust-contorted faces, and knew that each and every one of them had lost control of their senses. There was no one here among this savage pack of young male animals who would help her. They cared about one thing only: plundering her naked body.
Like someone watching from a far off distance, Sandy stared mesmerized as the boys took off their own clothes. She saw their bare youthful chests, slender bodies, and then her eyes dropped to their teenage erections. God! What was she doing here with these kids?
Her nakedly trembling body was held in place by three of the boys now, waiting their turn to undress when the blonde teacher began to struggle again. But she was too weakened by the home-made vodka to do any good at all. She saw the cruel, expectant smiles on their young faces and knew that she was completely at their mercy.
"Go ahead, baby!" she heard one of the boys saying cockily, "It's more fun when you fight."
With a sob of despair, Sandy lay back on the ground again, her eyes closed in defeat, knowing there was nothing she could do. She felt the small insistent hands swarming all over her naked body, and it was then that the young blonde teacher realized that she knew she wanted this rape to happen. She wanted these beautiful young boys to make love to her and make her cum . . . cum . . . cum!
Now fingers were teasing at her sensitive nipples which were becoming hard, lewdly pointing straight up toward the darkened sky. The obscene thrills filled her innermost being, and she moaned deep in her throat as she felt her vaginal passage tingling with a wetly heated anticipation.
The hopelessness of her situation nakedly spread-eagled on the ground and surrounded by half-a-dozen naked youths stimulated her even more, and the hungry hands of the youngsters drove her to a higher level of desire than she'd ever known. Still, though, from a far-off distance, she heard her voice pleading, "Stop! Please stop!"
The boys were pulling her trembling legs further apart as, with a strange combination of terror and excitement, she saw Stu kneel between her naked thighs. A second later she felt the handsome teenager sliding his fingers up and down her legs, higher, until he was caressing the sensitive flesh at her widely spit cunt. "Damn," he gasped, "She's hot enough already! See! She's dripping!"
"I wanta see her pussy, too!"
Sandy lifted her head to see what they were doing, and saw the boys' wide-open eyes staring up between her forcefully spread loins. She felt several hands poking at her helplessly quivering cunt, spreading her vaginal lips wide and roughly caressing the moist pink flesh. They hurt her, but the discomfort faded under the searing heat of her wild excitement. She moaned low in her throat, a sound of hunger.
"Hey!" Stu yelled, "Come on over here, Matt! You get first fuck because you're the youngest."
Giggling drunkenly, the youths shoved the fourteen year old boy forward, and Sandy gaped, her eyes frightened as she saw the teenager move between her wide open thighs and get down on his knees. All she could do was moan, and thrash her head back and forth, writhing in helplessness. She knew this was wrong, terribly wrong, but at the same time she wanted Matt to slide his virile young penis up inside her hungering pussy and make love to her. The alcohol had certainly done its insidious job, for all of her inhibitions had gone. Now she was lewdly excited at his hardened penis as it descended toward her shamelessly aroused vagina.
Matt held his young erection in his hand as the naked blonde teacher writhed beneath him. Jesus, he thought with excitement, she almost looked as though she were pushing her hot little cunt up for his cock as she struggled her naked body off the ground.
Her strength all gone, Sandy let her head fall back again and she moaned quietly into the hand of one of the boys as he held it over her face. Abruptly there was someone's wetly heated mouth latched onto her right nipple, and within seconds another boy was sucking on her left breast. They bit and nibbled at the same time, and the captive young teacher felt an obscenely salacious shudder of pleasure ripple through her body. She couldn't help it; the alcohol had drained all of her morals away. She no longer fought her body's hungering desires. Everything these boys were doing felt so good!
She could now feel the hot rubbery head of Matt's eagerly probing cock pushing against her wetly pulsating cunt. With her last remaining ounce of resolve, she tried to writhe away from him, but she only succeeded in shoving the lust-swollen tip of his penis up and down the fevered slit of her vagina. She looked up once more and saw Matt smiling in wonderment between her wide-spread legs. He looked so young, yet so excited, and abruptly Sandy wanted to help him.
And then, the head of his excitedly jerking penis was softly parting the sensitive lips of her pussy and slipping easily into her throbbing cuntal passage. With a groan of lewd delight, Matt fell forward on top of her, thrusting his hotly pulsing penis up into her belly as far as it would go. Immediately, he began fucking her with complete abandon. His teenage hardness so thrillingly stroking in and out of her warmly tingling vagina was her final defeat. With an ecstatic shudder, she lay back moaning helplessly, knowing it was far too late to struggle any more.
The other boys crowded around now, holding the naked young girl down on the ground, staring at Matt's wetly glistening cock sliding in and out of the teacher's hair-lined pussy. They saw Sandy lying still and knew she was through resisting. They saw the pink, tightly clasping edges of her vaginal lips grow taut and cling to the sliding shaft of the penis as it pulled out; her pussy seemed almost reluctant to let the stiffened rod of flesh leave her. With an obscene excitement, they saw those trembling hips of hers begin to jerk upward and undulate with a new life. Matt fucked into her with a wild uncontrollable passion, and it was only seconds before she was returning his every movement.
Sandy's alcohol-dazed mind wasn't clear, but she knew she was being fucked by a teenaged boy and that all the other youths were excitedly watching her nakedly writhing body. The vision of the salacious spectacle she was involved in made the young teacher grow even more aroused. Let them do anything they wanted to do. She would help them, make them feel as good as she felt. She lifted her head again and saw all the boys were naked and staring with lust-glazed eyes at her being fucked by the youngest of them all.
A strange feeling of power came over her alcohol-soaked mind and she knew that it was in her power to make these boys happy. They needed her! She ground her hips eagerly upward and used her deeper vaginal muscles to squeeze Matt's slender little cock, and she grinned in triumph as the fourteen year old boy yelped in surprised pleasure. That one movement of her rippling pussy flesh was enough to set him off. His youthful cum began spurting high up inside her cuntal passage as he groaned out his climax. His body convulsed like a broken spring as she hungrily milked at his deflating cock, intensifying his satisfaction.
But at the same time, Sandy had driven her own lusting desires to a powerful high that needed to be satisfied. She had to have more! If only she had Paul.. . Paul could take care of her need! But her fianc' was only a temporary thought. He fled her drunken brain as she heard the young boys laughing. They no longer had a hand over her mouth but wetly heated lips were now pressing against hers. She felt a tongue sliding in and out of her mouth as two other boys continued to suck on her breasts. Caressing fingers were all over her sperm-filled cunt and naked buttocks, probing and feeling her erotically trembling body, driving her mad with a lewd desire.
She heard Stu say something to the boy kissing her and he moved away. Then, she felt herself being shifted to a new position as the boys placed her on her hands and knees.
She opened her alcohol-slitted eyes and found herself kneeling on the rocky ground, in the middle of a ring of naked boys. She saw nothing but the youthfully hardened cocks proudly standing out like young tree trunks around her.
Stu was in front of her face, naked and spreading his youthful thighs, bending his knees, and holding his rigidly throbbing penis in front of her face. She looked at it with bleary eyes, and realized it was bigger than the others! It looked like a threatening cudgel ready to strike her! But then, she saw Stu pull the skin back and the mushroom-like head gradually slid out, pink and moist, right in front of her eyes. The night was quiet except for the heavy excited breathing of the boys as they gaped in excitement, knowing what their leader had in mind.
Sandy found herself hemmed in by the warm flesh of the boys as they pushed in close to her. She could feel the tips of their hard little cocks pressing against her nakedness like red hot pokers. She was getting so excited she could hardly breathe. She felt the judge's son pressing his hotly pulsating cock against her lips, and she tried to pull her head back. She felt him press harder against her mouth, and she tasted a slightly saline drop of cum seeping from his excited penis.
It tasted strange! An obscene desire swirled through her wetly heated cunt as she felt Stu pushing his groin against her face, forcing the head of his cock between her tightly closed lips. She closed her eyes, knowing what they wanted her to do! Oh God, it was so lewd and perverted! But last night she had done lesbian things, and tonight it was this! Yet, she had loved it with Marie! The obscene thrills she'd felt when the older woman had put her mouth down there! The confused young teacher's mind was whirling, and she was so dizzy! If only she could think straight!
Suddenly she decided she wanted to feel the same perverse excitement she'd felt last night. This handsome youth wanted her to suck on his penis. All right, she would! Sandy moaned in hunger as she parted her lips and took his throbbing hardness deep in her mouth. The shudder of pleasure that rippled through her body was so powerful that she gasped with a mindless excitement.
Closing her eyes, she began to suck the young boy's hardness deep into her salivating mouth, and she discovered that she loved the taste and feel of his maledom. She felt the sixteen year old boy tangle his hands in her hair and hold her head in place as he moaned and fucked her in the mouth, his hips going wild. She was pleasing him! He needed her! She leaned on one hand and with the other, she reached up and caressed his tightened testicles, teasingly dipping a finger in the crevice between his muscular buttocks.
She gagged every time he thrust his long hardened shaft deep into her throat, but she loved it. Boys were suddenly pulling at her free hand, and she let them guide it from one to the other, her fingers caressing first one warmly throbbing penis and then another as Stu fucked his cock in and out of her hungrily sucking mouth. Other boys began fondling her heavily swaying breasts, her tingling pussy and buttocks while she squirmed with delight. As the kneeling teacher stroked one youth's penis, she felt the rigid rod of flesh jerking uncontrollably and then he shot his warm male sperm all over her shoulder. The thin white river of jism ran under her armpit and began dripping like thick milk from her sensually swaying breast.
Stu was being driven mad by her warm, greedily sucking mouth. He didn't know how long he could hold back . . . his wildly throbbing cock was swelling even larger.
The gang of naked youths stared hypnotically as their leader slowly pulled out, then tantalizingly thrust in between her red ovaled lips.
Sandy, herself almost driven insane by her lewd hunger, struggled to hold the throbbing cock-head as she sucked harder and harder while her tongue swirled voraciously around the spongy tip. Stu began slamming his burgeoning penis deep in her throat, the shaft slipping and slushing as she sucked, her cheeks filling up with air as they bloated outward. She fought against the gagging force as his male hardness slammed into the back of her throat, and she sucked . . . sucked . . . sucked, knowing she was close to orgasm herself, just from the excitement of performing this obscene act.
She was so hotly aroused she couldn't think any more. Behind her kneeling body, one of the boys had spread her knees. As his warmly pulsating penis seared her back, he forced his hand between the sweat-streaked crevice of her naked ass-cheeks and started massaging her tightly puckering anus. Her lewd desire was now so great that she thrust out her buttocks in lascivious invitation, spreading her thighs as wide as possible. The boy's hand was exploring lower and lower and his outstretched middle finger was teasing the inner folds of her fevered vaginal slit, adding fuel to the lewd desire that caused her quivering cunt to throb and ache for release.
Stu, seeing what was happening, began slowly sinking to his knees on the ground in front of her, sitting on his haunches with the blonde teacher still hanging onto his penis with her tightly locked hips, keeping her balance now with one elbow. She was kneeling now with her head bobbing up and down on the teenager's frantically thrusting cock, her naked ass-cheeks high up in the air . . . and loving every second of her humiliation.
The youth behind her slowly knelt between her wide-spread thighs, and she felt the delicious thrill of his hands on her nakedly writhing buttocks. Her carnal pleasure grew as he spread them wider and his boyish rod of flesh began pushing against her hotly twitching pussy. She moaned with the youthful penis in her mouth and sucked harder, the sound becoming louder and louder as she felt her legs being forced as wide as was possible behind her, and felt the teenage cock sliding easily up inside her heated cuntal opening, filling her with an ecstasy that made her want to scream.
With the first hard deep strokes as the boy fucked wildly up inside her greedily welcoming vagina, plus the excitement of sucking Stu's long warm penis, quickly drove the hotly aroused blonde to the verge of orgasm. She felt it begin deep in her straining breasts and quickly descend to her ecstatically quivering cuntal passage as the hands teased and fondled her entire body. She felt herself cumming in an overpowering explosion that burst throughout her violently trembling loins. Her body convulsed as she vibrated with untold rapture, her torso jumping in a lewd dance of lust.
Her climax seemed to go on and on as her eyes rolled back in her head. Gurgling moans escaped her lips tightly ovaled around Stu's hardness fucking in and out of her mouth while another rigid little penis rammed into her cuntal passage from behind.
Without warning, she felt Stu cumming in her mouth, and she began shaking her head negatively, back and forth, in wild fright. He would choke her! She gagged on his hot thick sperm as it ejaculated deep into her throat, and she swallowed anxiously in an effort to keep from choking. And then as she learned how to gulp in air while emptying the mass of boyish cum into her stomach, she realized that she actually liked it. His warm virile sperm was so lewdly exciting as it filled her bloated mouth that she swirled her tongue in delight around his wildly jerking cock, licking it clean of the spewing cum. She was kneeling subserviently here alongside this mountain road, nakedly displayed for these lust-crazed teenagers who were doing all the obscene things they could think of, and all the shamelessly aroused blonde teacher could think of was that she loved it. . . wanted and needed more!
The teenager behind her was staring with glazed eyes at Stu cumming in the school teacher's mouth, and he began fucking with abandonment into her tight little pussy, an animal growl escaping his throat while Sandy grunted under each new stroke and ground her naked ass-cheeks in obscene little circles to absorb each jolting sensation as the boy sawed his hardened young cock back and forth. The force of the plunges threw Stu off balance and he fell backwards, his deflating penis slipping from Sandy's still hungrily sucking mouth.
Letting out a loud wail of disappointment, she tossed her head back and forth with wantonly abandoned motions, uncaring that she was being fucked into near-unconsciousness by these energetic youths. She felt the boy behind her convulsively emptying his youthful cum deep up into her hotly throbbing cunt as the convulsive thrill of yet another orgasm slammed into her nakedly straining body.
The teenager, groaning in lewd pleasure, drained the last drop of his youthful sperm into her wide open cunt, and felt himself being forcefully pulled away from her still rotating ass-cheeks by the other boys. They didn't have to hold the lewdly aroused teacher any more or force her to do anything. She even rolled over willingly and fell to her back, spreading her legs in obscene eagerness until her cunt was spread wide, its cum-covered hair-lined lips inviting someone else to fuck her.
Sandy held her firm up-thrust breasts in her hands, offering them to the boys. If she was going to be treated like a common prostitute, then she would act like one. She'd show these kids the power she held over them. She'd make them do things now, instead of them controlling her! She wanted them to fuck her until she went crazy with ecstasy, and they'd do it too! She'd see to that!
"Shit.. . I ain't ever seen a woman get so hot," one of the youths said wonderingly.
Sandy stared for a moment, her passion-slitted eyes taking in her naked body on the rocky ground. She smiled at the thin film of glistening cum on her breasts, thighs and belly, at her grinding hips and her quivering pussy that undulated invitingly up at them. She slid her hands seductively down her tautened belly, driving the teenagers almost out of their minds as they watched her silently pleading for more cock.
Then with a lunge they were all over her and the hot naked bodies were on top of her, caressing her, massaging her with vicious jerking movements. A boy was now between her legs and yet another youthfully throbbing penis pushed between her thighs to slide up into her vagina. Another one was forcing itself into her mouth and she began to suck hungrily, wildly undulating her body as she writhed beneath them. She caressed slender young cocks with both hands, slamming her hips up and down in a steady rhythm in unison to the two hardened penises fucking in and out of her mouth and cunt.
One of the teenagers came in her vagina, and she couldn't even tell who it was a she groaned and jerked over her. She felt him pull out and still another rigid shaft of flesh force its pulsating way into her wide-open cunt. She felt herself helpless to stop the repeated orgasms that rippled through her belly again and again, and her nakedly writhing body trembled and convulsed as the virile teenagers watched in awe. Oh God, it would probably go on all night long and she didn't care. Her lust-crazed mind was unable to comprehend the obscene thing that was happening to her . . . all she cared about was that it was happening and that they were bringing her pleasure.
Not counting the lulls when the boys slumped to the ground naked, resting, and drinking more of the rot gut vodka, it did go on most of the night. All of them had fucked her at least once, she'd sucked each on of them to climax at least once, and her body was coated with her own passionate sweat and the boys' encrusted white cum. She had climaxed too many times to remember, and still she wanted more! Matt was staring at her semi-conscious form, nakedly displayed on the ground in front of him, and his fourteen year old mind took in the obscene vision as he felt his virilely throbbing penis growing again. Getting up with a moan he moved over to the young blonde teacher and, dropping to his knees, he shoved his boyish erection into her slightly parted lips. As if she were a machine, she began to slide her tightly ovaled lips up and down the hardened shaft and within seconds another youth was kneeling behind her, preparing to slide his hardened cock up into her wetly gaping pussy. He paused as Stu ordered, "Wait a minute! Let's take her at the same time."
"What? You mean together?"
Stu called the gang together and whispered. Sandy saw a lewd expectant smile spread over their faces. For some reason she felt a sudden shiver of fear. They looked so evil, she thought, too weary to move.
Sandy obediently opened her mouth to take his penis as she saw Stu advancing toward her, but she heard him saying, "No, not that way. Get on your belly."
Sandy obeyed just as though she were a robot receiving orders. Spreading her legs, she lifted her nakedly rounded buttocks up, and waved them obscenely at the sixteen year old boy. Stu knelt behind her, an arrogant smile contorting his face. Sandy moaned, feeling an erotic thrill as his hands gripped her sensitive buttocks and spread her rounded ass-cheeks wide apart. Her excitement grew. This was the position the weary young teacher wanted more than any others. It was the most subjugating and degrading. She needed to be humiliated, tortured for her obscene performance with Marie which was what had aroused these boys in the first place. Submissively, expecting to be fucked again, she knelt there waiting.
She felt the head of the judge's son's hard unyielding cock pressing hotly against her anal ring and she lifted her buttocks up higher trying to get her palpitating pussy opening higher so she could make contact with his virile young shaft.
"Wrong hole, bitch. I want a fresh one," Stu hissed to the uncomprehending teacher.
Stu Wagner shoved down harder, his fingers prying her sensitive flesh apart, hurting her as he pushed her down and spread her quivering ass-cheeks even further apart as he pressured his swollen cock-head against her tightly resisting anus.
"What . . . what are you doing?" she whimpered.
"Why, we're going to fuck you in the ass now, teach," Stu said. He shuffled into position and then with one vicious thrust of his hips, drove the thick rubbery head of his penis through her defensively puckering anal ring.
"Fuck her in the ass while we watch you," Matt hissed.
Sandy's ears were filled with the excited voices of the teenagers as she felt her rectum being stretched painfully wider. Stu thrust again, driving his hotly throbbing shaft another agonizing inch up into her tight rectal channel. Suddenly the pain became intolerable and the young teacher was screaming, "Oh God, wait!" She tried to move but hands seized her and she was pinned to the ground once more in a subservient kneeling position. "No, oh no, it hurts!" she panted.
"Jesus, you guys, that is one tight little asshole!" Stu groaned as he hammered his long hard cock into the warm buttery depths of her rectum. Sandy tried to struggle by thrashing her hips up and down, but this only forced the throbbing head of the youth's penis in ever further.
"Oh God! No! I'll do anything but that! I can't! It won't go!" she cried out in her suffering.
The other boys were helping Stu to spread her legs wider, and he dug his fingers into her softly yielding buttocks while his cockhead slowly wormed its way further up inside her hot rectal passage, stretching her tight puckering anal ring until it looked as though it would split wide open. They continued to hold her hips while Stu fucked his way forward, his face straining as he felt the tight little hole painfully squeezing his cock. But, he was determined to get it in, even if it killed her! It was the principle of the thing now, if he gave up the boys would give him a bad time. With a powerful thrust, he felt her futilely resisting anal muscles give way and, with a lewd popping sound, his aching penis slammed deep inside her fearfully cringing rectum all the way to the hilt. Stu could feel her sperm-laden balls pressing against the pulsating lips of her pussy as he held still, breathing heavily, as he felt her deeper rectal muscles slithering in protest against his invading shaft.
Sandy's nakedly kneeling body jerked and writhed with superhuman strength as she fought loose from the hold the boys had on her shoulders, but she would not rid herself of the hard torturing rod of flesh that was embedded so painfully deep up inside her rectum. It was tearing her apart and the young teacher began to wail as she realized the more she moved, the worse it was for her sadistically stretched anus.
Viciously, Stu started slowly thrusting in and out, a wide grin on his face. It hurt him, but staring at his hard throbbing cock sticking out of her tight little hole gave him such an obscene feeling of manly power that he thought he would actually cum right then. Yes, he'd cum in her asshole, but not yet. . . no, not until he showed this hot little bitch a new trick or two. Shit! She might even be one of those women who liked it! He dug his fingers into the softly resilient flesh of her buttocks and held her in place while he rammed his sodomizing hardness in even deeper, feeling her tight gripping rings of anal muscle giving way to the onslaught of his probing cock.
At the same time, Sandy was moaning out her suffering, knowing that she would never be the same again. The pain was threatening to blank out her mind if she didn't get release. She felt him pumping his hips behind her, trying to tear her apart, and she tensed until she felt like her muscles would burst. Each time he pulled out, her rectum clung to his rod of flesh like glue, stretching out with his penis until it seemed certain the sensitive lining of her anal passage would rip. Each cruel inward thrust seemed sure to be the one to tear her rectum apart.
Sandy's mind refused to accept any more pain and in a catatonic state she began to relax her tightly coiled muscled, letting her helplessness roll over her in a black wave of despair. As she relaxed, she felt the pain receding, a strange, masochistic excitement started in the core of her being. She would accept this new degrading subjugation from the teenagers because it was her due. Oh God, she deserved to be punished some more . . . she wanted to be punished!
The lewd masochistic thrill rippled through her forever-stretched rectum and spread throughout her body, desire now mingling with the pain. As it became one and the same, she felt a sudden throbbing of ecstasy deep inside her loins. She stared hot-eyed and panting at the boys watching her sadistic sodomy. And then, the kneeling young teacher began wantonly pumping her hips in rhythm to Stu's brutal lunges. An expression of lewd delight spread across her face, and she moaned in rapture as she screwed her naked buttocks up even higher while the boy fucked her so forcefully, painfully deep, ripping at her virginal anus. But now she wanted it! Wanted him to tear her apart! Wanted to satisfy this unholy craving that was filling her soul!
This was the ultimate! Humiliation and satisfaction! There wasn't anything left for her to do . . . she'd done it all now!
In her drunken state, lust-crazed thoughts s, filled her tortured mind, and she suddenly realized how very exciting it was to have someone watching her humiliation. She could see youthful cocks swelling again all around her as she fucked back greedily now, her suffering complete as she relaxed, willing to have his driving cudgel rip her apart, from rectum to vagina. Dimly she realized that her unleashed passion would blast her mind to the point where the only thing she would be good for from now on would be to become a prostitute. No decent man would ever be able to satisfy or want her now.
"Yes," she mumbled to herself, "Yes! Yes! Fuck me like that!"
"Like it, do you, teach?" Stu asked in a strained voice.
"Yes! Fuck my ass. . . fuck me in the mouth . . . do everything there is to do!" Her ass-cheeks were wantonly rotating as the judge's sixteen year old son held her tightly around the hips while his pistoning cock slid in and out of her wildly puckering anus. Without warning, he turned over to one side, pulling her belly-upward on top of him. Several hands reached out to help him as Sandy's eyes fluttered open, instinctively knowing what they wanted her to do. She rolled over on top of the youth as he continued to saw in and out of her rectal passage. She could feel his warm naked body beneath her as his hands reached around her rib cage for her tingling breasts. She moaned with pleasure as he began massaging the tiny little nipples, rubbing them into even greater hardness.
Her eyes closed, her mouth gaped open, and Sandy spread her legs obscenely wide, exposing her whole vaginal area to the drunkenly contorted faces of the young boys. She bent her knees and one dark-haired teenager looked down at her widespread legs to see her cuntal lips open and inviting. As she churned her hips, all the boys saw the stiff white shaft of Stu's cock splitting her ass cheeks and stretching her rectum to the utmost. Her face winced with each sodomizing thrust, but she forced a lewd seductive smile on her face, offering the dark-haired youngster her hungering pussy.
The boy knelt between her wide-spread legs and put the lust-swollen tip of his penis on her wetly heated slit. He grinned as he rubbed it up and down her hair-lined pussy and felt her vaginal lips tremble beneath his stroking.
Suddenly, he was on top of her with a groan of obscene hunger and, as his youthful hardness plunged into her cunt with a wet sluicing sound, the naked teacher gasped with renewed desire. She seemed to have no mind left at all as she felt the two boys begin fucking her at the same time, felt their hotly throbbing penises sawing back and forth in different thrusts, one going into her fevered cunt while the other pulled out of her quivering little anus, with only a thin membrane separating them. Sandy jerked uncontrollably, her body bent practically double, moaning loudly, while her hips churned in complete abandonment. She knew one man would never be enough for her from his time forward! Not men! Boys! Young boys were the answer! So virile and eager, and she could make them cum any time she wanted to.. . again and again . . . never ending.
The teenaged boys crowded close around the wanton young school teacher, their stiffened erections in their hands as they watched Stu Wagner and the dark-haired youth slamming into her. They had her tightly sandwiched between them, and she was panting like a wild animal as they sadistically fucked into her violated passages. They watched her cum again and again, watched her eyes slit with passion, her mouth wide open while she yelled and howled like a bitch in heat.
Sandy knew she was helpless, yet she was the one who was giving them pleasure. But she couldn't deny that at the same time they gave her spasm after spasm of violent sexual orgasms.
A youngster standing by her head, looked down at her tightly closed eyes and seized her long blonde hair in his hand, turning her face toward him while rubbing her wetly parted lips with the head of his hardened cock. Sandy pulled her hand free and began to caress the slender penis lovingly, stroking it back and forth before sliding it into her mouth and voraciously sucking it. The boy began to pump his hips in wild abandon, fucking her mouth while the young blonde's lips tightened in a perfect oval.
"Oh shit, teach," Stu cried out, "Here it comes!" He groaned as his wildly jerking cock abruptly expanded in her rectum and she felt his heated sperm shooting far up into her violated anal passage, filling her channel with his semen which soon overflowed to run down the crevice between her quaking buttocks. His ejaculating cock slid in and out easily now, lubricated by his own cum. The dark-haired boy fucking in and out of her tightly clasping cunt suddenly stiffened and then his youthful sperm was gushing up into her belly. Stu lay still, breathing heavily for a few seconds, then pushed the semi-conscious teacher up off him with a shaking hand, even though she was still hungrily sucking on one boy's suddenly spewing penis.
The rest of the naked youths, wild with desire after witnessing the obscene spectacle, were on the sex-crazed teacher in a flash. They covered her drunken, half-conscious body, viciously fucking her with no holds barred, and as the night wore on they forced her to do any and every perverted thing they could think of. She was unable to fight the requests, her mind long ago having blanked out the degradation of what the teenagers were doing to her.
Exhausted and emptied, the boys eventually lay beside her, unable to move while Sandy slept in a stupor beside them. All six of the youths had completed their subjugation of the blonde school teacher, and they callously ignored her naked body as though it were no longer there.
Finally, crawling to his feet, Stu yawned as he pulled his clothes on and whispered, "We'd better get the hell out of here. Anyone know what time it is?"
"It's four thirty."
"Shit, my old man will kill me!"
"Wow, my old lady's gonna beat the hell out of me!"
"Whyn't you watch the time, Stu," Matt whimpered. "I gotta sneak in now."
Stu shrugged and said, "Just tell 'em we went camping. If we all say that, they'll have to believe us." He paused and stared down at Sandy. Despite the night of obscenity and weakened strength, she still looked very desirable. He grinned as he thought of how the young woman had fucked back when he sodomized her.
"You bitch, you really liked that, didn't you?" Stu rasped as he kicked her naked shoulder.
"Yes," she barely whispered, no life to her voice.
"You're going to do it again, aren't you?"
"Yes, any time you want to!"
Stu's laughter rang out and he reached down and pinched the sensitive little nipple of her right breast as he added, "And the next time we'll add a little lesbian fucking too, won't we?"
"Yes!" again she replied, her mind unaware of what she was answering. She just wanted to be left alone so she could sleep.
"I know," the judge's son nodded, "You're just saying what you think I want to hear now, but you'll want to. I may not be very old, but I know when a woman has a hot cunt like you do. You're just like a whore; you'll do anything for a little cock."
His words faded as she closed her eyes. She didn't sleep, but it was only gradually that she realized the boys were gone. The silence around her made her lift her head and look around. She was too tired to get to her feet, much less dress. She reached out, gathered up her clothes and crawled to the cab of the pickup truck. Pulling herself up, the exhausted young teacher climbed into the truck where she collapsed across the seat, too weary and sick at heart to do anything except pull the door shut behind her.
CHAPTER SIX
Judge Monti Wagner was a confused man. He was like an old bloodhound dog. He could smell something wrong, but there was nothing to confirm it. His day had been uneventful after the sheriff had let him off at the courthouse, and he'd gone home to spend a lonely evening. His young son was never around, always off somewhere with his buddies.
He saw a hurriedly scribbled note that informed him that Stu was out with his friends. If only that kid was easier to handle, he'd be a happier man. It had been a hard time since Stu's mother had died and left him alone to train the headstrong boy. Monti knew he was a good Judge, but nothing meant anything to him after his lovely Sara had died. He'd tried to teach Stu right from wrong, but this day and age young people wanted freedom . . . freedom from parents and any sort of moral restraint.
Jittery and unsure of what was wrong, the judge had to grin once again as he thought of Sam Jansen's smart old hound dog being sprayed by a skunk last night. The dog had been deliberately set up, of that he was sure, but by whom?
The prowler at Ma Perry's really bothered him, and that new woman school teacher was too nervous she was scared about something. Everything about the whole damned event was all wrong! Nothing made sense! Here it was only nine o'clock in the evening, and he was too upset to settle down.
Quickly, he made up his mind to drive around and relax if nothing else. And, he just might find something to help him figure this thing out. Lights were on in the boarding house but Sam didn't seem to be home. His pickup truck wasn't parked in front of the house where it usually was. Thinking about last night, he decided to have a talk with Marie, if she was up, and maybe with Sam gone, he'd find out what really happened. Damn, he'd sure hate to be the man, or men, Sam was looking for. He'd probably blow their brains out! And then Sam would be up before him on a manslaughter charge of something.
He parked in front of Ma Perry's and sat listening for a few minutes before getting out. Everything was quiet tonight. Switching off his lights, he swung out of the car, loudly stamping his feet, coughing loudly, and making sure he was heard before he started walking up toward the boarding house. He didn't want anyone in the house taking pot shots at him. He knocked on the door and waited.
"What the hell do you want," he heard Sam Jansen exclaim from the slightly cracked door.
"Sam?" the judge said in surprise, as the door was swung open. "I thought you were gone! The truck?"
"Well, I'm not! I'm waiting for that son of a bitch last night to come back."
"Well, I was just keeping an eye on things. Saw the light and thought I'd make sure it was okay."
"Well?" Sam said questioningly. "Could I come in," Monti Wagner asked. "I want to talk to you."
"Come on in, then!"
"What happened to your pickup," the judge asked as he stepped into the hallway and followed Sam to the parlor.
"I loaned it to that young school teacher, but she ain't back yet."
"Where was she going?"
"I really can't say," he scratched his head, and added, "She said she was taking some books to some young'uns. But, she didn't say who."
"She shouldn't be running around alone in the dark, Sam."
"I know, but dammit, I thought she'd be back by now."
"Was she alone?"
"Yeah, sure! I saw her drive away," Sam said his face wrinkled in a frown. "I hope she's all right."
"Probably is," the judge said thoughtfully, "but I'll look around for her. Goodnight, Sam, watch out for prowlers."
"You bet I will. I'm gonna fill em so full of buckshot they'll be picking it out for the next six weeks."
Monti slammed the door as he stepped out into the night and he' heard Sam lock it behind him. He turned his thoughts back to the girl, wondering where the hell she could be this time of night. She could be in trouble if she treated everyone the way she had him! Her high and mighty ways could get her in bad trouble with the men around this part of the country. They didn't like to be put down, and she could do it just looking down her nose at you.
He drove slowly, checking the two bars, but they were both quiet and there was no pickup truck parked in front of either one that looked like Sam's. He stopped at a little truck stop and had a cup of coffee, his mind figuring out what to do next. It must be small kids she was visiting, since most of the older boys were out with his son.
Well, he'd just have to drive past some of the houses where there were small children and check it out! For some reason he felt worried about the beautiful young blonde.
After driving for an hour, Judge Wagner decided there was no need to keep running around like a dog chasing his tail. He'd take a run up into the mountains and check out the workers camp. Maybe he'd learn something up there about last night!
* * *
Unaware of the Judge's activities, Sandy Miller woke with a painful start. She opened her eyes to see the sun streaming through the truck windows. She gasped and jerked up in the seat, her cramped body felt like it had been beaten and torn from one end to the other. Her head ached and the sun hurt her eyes so badly she clenched them shut. She groaned as each movement sent piercing stabs of pain throughout her body.
Suddenly, everything began to overwhelm her, coming back like a heavy cloud to settle in her brain. She pulled her tortured body up and behind the steering wheel and opened her eyes again. She saw the high mountains and the thick trees all around her. She didn't know where she was, but she had to get back to the boarding house with Mr. Jansen's truck. He would be furious with her for keeping it for so long. He'd probably already called the law and reported it.
She struggled into her rumpled clothes and reached for the ignition. The keys were gone! Oh God, no . . . not that! The least they could have done after violating her body was leave the keys for her. And then she felt the hot tears fill her eyes, and she sobbed as she got out of the truck and began the search for them.
She saw the place where she'd lain, naked and obscene while the boys did every conceivable thing to her. . . and she to them! She was just turning away from the painful scene when she saw the keys lying in the dirt. Grateful for the means to get away from here, she sighed and wiped the tears from her cheeks.
Exhausted from sexual satiation, her mind filled with horror and despair, and something too black to admit to herself, Sandy managed to back the truck down the narrow trail to the main road. She stared both ways not knowing which way they had come, and not knowing what to do.
Unfortunately, she turned the opposite direction of Ma Perry's boarding house. Her fright grew and she began driving as recklessly as though a ghost was following her. She didn't know the road and wasn't aware of the "S" curve up in front of her. She was going down hill too fast when she hit it and was unable to control the unfamiliar truck. She hit the dirt bank at the side of the road and lost control as the steering wheel spun rapidly. The pickup skidded across the ditch and landed in the bushes that lined the highway, forcing the door open and throwing her out into the dirt where she lay unmoving . . .
* * *
Judge Wagner had checked out the camp high up in the mountains, had a drink and played a little poker with some of the men who were half drunk, and drove into town again just about dawn. He'd had breakfast with the farm workers before coming back and he was satisfied they were innocent of breaking into Ma Perry's boarding house. Now, as he drove past the boarding house, he saw nothing of Sam's pickup. Jansen was sure up early this morning, he thought as he wondered what the Miller girl had been up to.
He drove home and found Stu asleep in his room. He stood there staring down at the boy's innocent features and then went to make a pot of black coffee.
He was on his second cup when the phone rang. It was his friend Steve Batson, the neighboring county sheriff and he was reporting an accident. Since he'd identified Sam Jansen's truck as being the car involved, and since a young woman was driving it, he'd decided to call the Judge first.
"The truck's okay, Monti, but the girl's in the hospital." the sheriff said.
"How badly was she hurt?" the judge asked.
"Minor injuries from the accident, but she's in bad condition, Judge. Who is she anyway?"
"She's our new school teacher, Sandy Miller, and she borrowed Sam's truck to go see some kids." Monti answered, his mind in a turmoil. "What do you mean she's bad off?"
"I meant something happened to her. She's in trouble of some kind."
"Yeah! How long do you think she'll be hospitalized?"
"It'll be a couple days anyway."
"Keep an eye on her Steve, and let me know when she's ready to leave." Monti said thoughtfully, then added. "I'll send Sam along to get the truck."
"You can tell me, Monti. What's she done?"
"Nothing that I know about. Seems innocent enough."
"Seems scared to death to me," Ken said firmly. "Almost crazy!"
"Watch out for her, Steve. I'd appreciate it." Judge Wagner said, and then added. "See ya, boy."
"Okay, Monti."
Judge Wagner just couldn't figure this thing out. Well, he'd better get going and tell Sam what happened. Old Sam was gonna be really pissed at this happening to his truck. He'd probably never loan it again.
After he reported the accident to Sam Jansen, he would forget the whole thing. It wasn't any of his business now, and he was pretty sure the young school teacher would not be back to haunt him. He stopped his car, got out, and then, he saw a strange car parked by the boarding house. It was a rented car and that was unusual for this town.
Just as he reached the front steps of Ma Perry's, Sam threw the door open, "Judge, I just called the sheriff. My pickup hasn't been brought back."
"I know, Sam. I got news for you." Judge Wagner said and began to explain about the accident.
"Shit, what happened, Monti?" He asked kicking the toe of his boot against the door jamb. No one knows, Sam, the girl's in the hospital but not badly hurt. You're truck's okay, the sheriff said."
"Come on in," Sam invited, looking relieved that his pick-up was okay. "I'll get you some coffee."
As they stepped into the dining room, Monti saw a strange young man seated at the table, "Judge," Sam said, "This is Mr. Simpson . . . "
But before he could finish the introduction, the young man stood up and said, "Paul.. . Paul Simpson. I'm Miss Miller's fianc'. She's the new school teacher for this . . . this place and I'm looking for her. Do you know anything about her?"
CHAPTER SEVEN
As soon as Judge Wagner had explained to Paul that Sandy had been in an accident with Sam's truck, the young man offered to drive Sam to the hospital to get his truck. Paul wanted to stay and see Sandy, unconvinced that she wasn't badly hurt.
The injured young blonde had come around slowly and was in such a state that the doctor had given her a sedative. She was sound asleep when Paul arrived at her room. She seemed to be in shock. After giving her every possible test, the hospital had advised the young man to go and get some sleep, all they could do was wait until she began to snap out of it.
It was three days later when Sandy began to show any life at all. She was awake but she said not a word. She wouldn't eat, and she stared straight ahead with wide-confused eyes. Paul stayed with her every day, going to a nearby motel every night.
Arriving the fourth morning after the accident, Paul sat beside her and whispered lovingly, "Darling, tell me what happened."
She stiffened, covered her face with her hands, and began sobbing hysterically. "No! No! No!"
He called the nurse and they gave her another sedative to calm her down. The tortured young man sat with his silent fiancee for the rest of the day and far into the night. He was worried that she might have brain damage that had gone unnoticed by the doctor. Finally about midnight the nurse came in and ordered him to go to the motel and get some sleep.
He fell into the bed and soon was in a troubled sleep. Tossing and turning he slept a nightmarish few hours and was jerked into consciousness by the ringing of the telephone. The hospital was calling to tell him that Sandy was awake and asking for him.
Relieved, Paul rushed to the hospital. Sandy was sitting up in bed, drinking milk, and there was a smile on her face. As he kissed her, she threw her arms around him and crushed him tightly against her chest. He was so grateful to see her looking well that it took him a few seconds to realize she was wildly French kissing him, her tongue darting in and out between his teeth. He could feel her gown-covered nakedness, and he forced himself to pull away from her passionate kiss, backing away from the bed as the amorous young blonde tried to cling to him.
"Sandy! You really are better."
"Yes," she whispered.
Paul tried to hide his excitement and passion as he stared at the voluptuous girl. It was Sandy, but she was different! She was acting like a hussy! Kissing him like that, and just after she'd been seriously ill! Even as he stood there staring speculatively at her, she was looking at him with a sensuous smile and writhing provocatively around on the bed.
She stroked the outline of her thigh through the sheet and said seductively, "It's so good to see you, Paul!"
"It's sure good to see you feeling better," he tried to keep his smile. Jesus, she was actually flirting with him! Was she still in a state of shock?
Her hands slid slowly up and down his thighs, and Paul found himself getting an erection when she pointed in front of her and whispered, "Is it safe without locking the door?"
"Why?" he stammered, feeling a ripple of excitement up and down his spine at the seductive voice she was giving him.
Slowly she pulled down the sheet to reveal her hospital gown bunched up around her waist. Smiling lewdly she spread her naked thighs and Paul could see the pink hair-lined slit of her cunt. "I don't want anyone watching us!"
He went to the door and turned the lock, unsure of why he did it. What if the nurse should try to get in? Maybe it was better she didn't! It wouldn't look good if she saw Sandy lying in that obscene position. Paul turned from the door and choked at the sight of Sandy's completely naked body. She had tossed the gown to the floor and was holding her naked breast up toward him in invitation.
Suddenly she began to grind her hips in a lewd whorish movement, grinning at him with lust-slitted eyes. She writhed in complete abandonment as she whispered, "Come here! I've got a present for you."
"Sandy? Are you sure you know what you're doing?" he asked with compassion breaking his voice. "Are you in some kind of shock?"
"Shock?" she murmured. "No, but I do have a fever . . . and what a fever," she laughed.
"But, you're not like this!"
"I am now, lover," she said almost sadly. "This is what I really am. Paul, don't you love me?"
"Of course I do. What's that got to do with it?" He knew something was wrong and whatever it was, he had to know. "I came all this way to see about you, didn't I?"
"Then why do you make me beg for it," she snapped.
With a gasp the young man stepped back and stammered, "Sandy! Something happened! What is it?"
She heard his condescending tone and knew he was shocked and embarrassed at her open invitation. "You really want to know," she asked, giggling at his blushing face.
"I want to help you, Sandy."
"I'm not the same person you knew back home! Come to bed with me before I burn up," she said holding out her arms.
He moved closer to the bed and stared down at her. Her hands were now openly caressing her wide-split vagina and the lewd giggle that escaped her slightly parted lips made him shiver with the unknown. And then, she reached out and touched his pants covered thigh, slowly sliding her fingers toward his awakening penis. He wanted her badly, but this was now way to have her! He'd waited this long, and he could at least wait until she was out of shock. Paul felt his cock growing into a throbbing hardness inside his pants and he had to fight to keep from falling in bed beside her. His lips twitched with the need to suck her enticing little nipples as he reached with trembling hands and lifted the telephone receiver, "Is this the desk?"
"What.. . no . . . " Sandy hissed, her eyes narrowing with hate. "You can't."
Paul whispered, "Sandy, you're sick. You need help."
"I'm not sick!" she screamed. "Can't you understand, I want you to fuck me!"
Paul was shocked at the lewd language, having never dreamed she could use such a word. He shoved her back on the bed as she lunged for the phone and said into the mouth piece, "Get me the duty nurse."
Paul put the phone down with one hand while he held her struggling body on the bed with the other. He had just managed to get the covers over her naked body when the nurse knocked on the locked door. He hissed at the young blonde to stay there and rushed to the door to let the nurse in. As soon as she saw the weeping blonde girl was distraught, she called a doctor and they gave her another heavy sedative to calm her.
Later in the hallway, the young fianc' was talking to the doctor. "What could possibly have happened to her?" he asked shakily.
"Shock does strange things to people sometimes, and there's no explaining it," he said consolingly, and then added, "She'll sleep all day and you'll only be in the way. Come back later when she's awake. She just needs more time to get over whatever happened."
"But, it's not like Sandy . . . not at all!"
"I believe you! She'll tell you what's bothering her, but it may be a long time. She'll be fine! Trust me, son."
The doctor shook his head as he saw the troubled young man walk down the corridor and out of sight. If he had the courage, he might tell the youth to get in his car and drive as far away as possible from that Miss Miller. He had given Sandy a physical examination when she was admitted to the hospital, and he knew what had happened to her. And he was also pretty sure that it had caused her to go into a state of shock! No, the best thing to do was just keep his mouth shut, and let the young man find out for himself that his girlfriend had been fucked silly . . . by more than one man! And he'd keep still, too, about Miss Miller wanting to have the doctor get in bed with her.
The rest of the day passed quietly with Paul driving around the town and up into the mountains on just a chance he might find the place where Sandy had the accident. He had returned to the motel and was just sitting down to a table to have his evening meal when the phone rang. It was the doctor asking if Sandy was with him.
"NO! Isn't she at the hospital?"
"I'm afraid not. The nurse found her bed empty and I was hoping she had gone to you."
"Oh, God!"
"There's nothing to be afraid of, Mr. Simpson. She can't be very far. . . not walking in her condition."
"Where could she be? Why would she leave the hospital?"
"I don't know, but if you don't know where she is, I'll have to call the police."
And that was how the sheriff was notified of the missing teacher. Judge Wagner received a call from the lawman advising him of the girl's disappearance and he shook his head in confusion. Well, they'd probably never see that girl again. She definitely was running away from something could be her fianc' and she wasn't about to come back to a town where it possibly had happened.
* * *
Sandy watched the mountain road unwind in front of her as the pick-up truck gradually climbed higher and higher. Occasionally she would glance over at Marie Jansen who was concentrating on driving. The brunette still looked a little defiant, and there was an undeniable aura of fear around her. Sandy grinned. It hadn't been easy to convince Sam Jansen's wife to come with her. Oh, Marie had wanted sex badly enough, but she didn't want to go to the farm worker's camp.
'Too many people know me there," she had whined.
"So?" The blonde school teacher had been unrelenting, and when Marie had still hesitated, Sandy had said simply, "Well, I guess I'll just have to tell Sam and the judge the whole story."
"You wouldn't," Marie gasped, and then stared into the glazed eyes of the young girl, and realized Sandy would actually do just that. There was something wrong with the teacher; something badly wrong. It was as if she were still on the brittle edge of hysteria and about to crack at any moment. And worst of all, she was still wearing her hospital gown under her raincoat. Still, though, there was nothing the older woman could do about the blackmail. She had to keep the girl quiet . . . no matter what the cost.
Then Marie had gotten her second shock. When she pulled out of her driveway she had seen Judge Monti Wagner's car start up in front of them. "Follow that car," Sandy ordered.
"What? Don't you realize whose car that is?" she had gasped.
"Sure. That's the judge's car, but Stu is driving. Stu wants us to put on another show for his friends . . . like he did the other night." Sandy giggled loudly, "You know . . . eat a little pussy, and do a little fucking . . . "
Marie began shuddering. She didn't like this at all. . . God knows if Stu Wagner and his bunch of juvenile delinquents were involved in this, it could be all over town by tomorrow morning.
Twice Marie slowed down and twice Sandy had repeated her threat of blackmail.
Now, as they topped the forested summit, they saw the clearing and the farm workers camp ahead of them. They pulled into the yard as the sun was sinking behind the mountain range and twilight settling on the campgrounds.
Sandy was shocked at the dirt and general shiftlessness of the place. She looked at Marie, and whispered, "It's terrible!"
"Well, let's go then," Marie said quickly.
Stu had parked behind their truck. Now he walked up to the window on the passenger side of the truck cab and grinned. "It's okay! They're nice people." He smiled at the two women and added, "Stay here until I give you the word. They weren't expecting us."
The boy strolled cockily down to meet the three men who were coming to meet them. They looked hard and cruel as though they could be mean. Stu spoke to them in low tones and then smiled lewdly as the men turned to look at the blonde in the truck.
Finally, Stu motioned her to get out. She slid out of the cab and posed seductively for the crude looking men, feeling an obscene thrill growing inside her belly as they stared at the skimpy hospital gown she was still wearing.
"Well," she asked the teenager as he came back to the truck and stood beside her.
"They're willing to take the chance that you won't talk, but they wanted to see what you looked like."
Sandy nodded as she turned around, pulling the gown aside exposing her naked loins to their gaping eyes. God! Here she was showing off her naked body while three men stared at her. "Great! Just great," she heard one of them saying. "We're going to have us a great party, little lady."
"Come on then, the fun's waiting," Stu smirked, and then stopped as he remembered Marie was still in the truck. Turning toward the older woman, he snickered, "Marie, guess you're going to have to use that big rubber cock you carry around in your purse on yourself tonight. The men say you're too much of a risk. They've heard about Sam and his shotgun."
"But.. . but.. . " Marie looked undecided. She was relieved to be excused from this "party", but she was even more afraid to leave the innocent Sandy at the mercy of these lewdly staring men. God knows what they'd do to her.
"Better go, Marie," the boy said ominously, "especially if you know what's good for you."
"Wha . . what are you going to do to her?"
"Well, now, she wants to be fucked." He shook his head in admiration, "And, man, is she ever going to get fucked."
"Look, Stu . . . if anything happens to her, I.. . I.. . "
"You what, Marie? What are you going to do? Tell your old man that you ate her pussy and broke her cherry with a rubber cock?"
The older woman glanced nervously toward the girl. Sandy was oblivious to the entire conversation. She was too busy displaying her nakedly sensual body to the men . . . too busy running her hands up her thighs and cupping her lushly ripened breasts up in the palm of her hand for all to see.
For a second, the brunette looked as if she were going to protest further, then shuddering, she turned back to the pickup and slammed the door.
"Me and the boys will be paying you a visit real soon, Marie," Stu called out. "We got a little something for you."
Her face white with anger and fear, Sam Jansen's wife wheeled the truck out of the yard and headed toward Medoc.
Sandy watched her go and then put her arm through Stu's. She shivered in anticipation. "I'm glad we're going to have a party," she said.
"So am I, and so are the boys here. They're even furnishing the mountain dew," he added as they started walking toward the three men who had turned back to the ramshackle cabin where they lived.
One of the men, a tough looking bearded giant turned and laughed, staring at the good looking girl who wanted to get fucked. He grinned and said, "You really gonna fuck us all at the same time?"
Sandy nodded and licked her lips in obscene hunger, and the three men laughed again. One said to no one in particular, "That's her bag, I guess!"
Almost immediately, it seemed, another half dozen or so males appeared from nowhere and crowded around the half-dressed Sandy.
Stu shook his head and grinned, "Man . . . this is going to be one helluva party!" It was best he didn't explain to the young blonde girl what was going to happen to her, but what the hell, she had asked for it. Calling him at his house like that, begging him to meet her and Marie Jansen and have another party. He snorted as he thought of her even thinking these men needed her. They had more women than they knew what to do with, and any of their broads some of them hookers, even would do anything they wanted. Except for this one thing! They wouldn't put on a show with a dog! Even if it was the camp's beloved German shepherd, Slade. Stu smiled from the knowledge that this hot little bitch would enjoy it once it got started, and she wouldn't be able to stop if after getting a load of rot-gut whiskey. The young boy felt his erection growing just thinking about her kneeling on her hands and knees, her long blonde hair flailing from side to side, humping back at the big German shepherd as he hammered his long animal cock up into her tight little cunt.
In the shack, they all began drinking from the same jug of mountain dew, passing it to Sandy while she followed it with her eyes. She shivered with anticipation at what the men would do to her. Already her vagina was wetly tingling with a lewd desire as she accepted the jug and drank deeply, choking on the strangling liquid. She wanted to get drunk again tonight, so drunk she didn't give a damn about anything except fucking and being fucked. She looked around her, thinking how exciting she must look. A good looking blonde, and a lady at that, surrounded by these tough crude-looking farm workers and lumberjacks.
Hard rock music boomed from a radio turned on to full volume, and one had to yell in order to be heard. They were all shouting at Sandy as they made a circle around her. She grinned and wiggled her hips as the alcohol began taking effect. A second later, swaying unsteadily, she sat down on an old chaise lounge that was dirty and rumpled, a faded cover spread over it.
The drunk young blonde looked up to see a monstrous dog straining at his leash as he was led into the room, his massive muscles bulging with each step. It was the biggest German shepherd that Sandy had ever seen. He lowered his head and bulled his way forward, stopping in front of the wide-eyed teacher. As the men chortled, he sniffed her feet, then lifted his head up between her naked thighs and stuck his wet nose tight against her hair-covered pussy. He nuzzled against her, burrowing it in the sparsely curling hair, sniffing as though he'd found a rabbit.
"Oh . . . no . . . " Sandy whimpered. She jerked back and tried to push him away as she slithered back on the couch. The two farm workers holding the leash, gradually inched the huge beast back a few steps. It seemed the dog only took orders from the leader who was called Morgan! He was the shaggy bearded man who had talked to Stu earlier. Now he commanded the dog to sit, and then turning to Sandy he told her to take her clothes off and lie down on the sofa.
Sandy did as she was told, willing stripping the loose gown from her body and wantonly dropping it to the floor.
She wanted to show them her beautiful body! Show them how desirable she was! The element of being able to control all these men with her sensual powers drove the young blonde to a powerful level of desire and she fairly throbbed with passion as she looked around the circle at the excited males.
As the men gathered in around her, the dog bared its teeth with a deep growl and began straining at the leash. Despite the fact that the rot-gut whiskey was already taking effect, Sandy was frightened of the huge animal and tried to not look at it. She didn't want him to get near her again.
She turned her alcohol-deadened attention back to her body, thrilling to the excitement that pulsed upward from her warmly pulsating loins as she saw the men staring at her youthfully up-thrust breasts. They really were nice! She proudly displayed them, her nipples pointed hard and begging to be touched.
She saw Stu standing at the back of the circle and with both hands caressing her soft twin mounds, she offered her body to him. God, she wanted to suck him off in front of these strange men.
Her hips writhed wantonly as the faces pushed closer and hands reached out to caress her soft satiny skin. She thought of herself lying down on the lounge under a mountain of hard slender cocks and being fucked in every orifice she had! Her naked body shivered with lewd delight as she pulled her hands away from her breasts and lowered them to the blonde pussy hair at the apex between her thighs.
She slid her fingers across the slightly spread slit of her vagina and with a cool sophisticated look, she grinned in satisfaction at the hot-eyed males staring down at her.
Suddenly, she heard the men laughing conspiratorially as they pulled back into a circle around the couch. She saw that Stu had moved up beside Taurus where he stood smirking with satisfaction. She saw the German shepherd jump toward her nakedly displayed body, and she jerked back in shock, her legs flailing in fear as she tried to move further away.
At the same time, someone seized her legs and arms, pinning her to the worn faded couch, forcing her to lie on her back. Hands were grabbing at her knees, pulling them wide apart, and Sandy shivered and closed her eyes in wanton anticipation of the grand fucking she was going to get from all these men. She would do anything they asked. She wanted to be humiliated, tortured, and fucked to death once and for all time. Her legs were being forced wider, splitting open her thighs and forcing her pussy so wide that the wetly glistening folds of her vaginal lips were gaping in front of the staring circle of eyes. They were bending her knees, forcing her hips up and her naked ass-cheeks high in the air. They had her thighs so wide apart that even her tiny puckering anus could be clearly seen, nestled invitingly down between her fleshy buttocks.
She wiggled her hips and her head tossed back and forth. This was what she loved! Now that she knew what it was all about, one man a night would never be enough for her again.
She felt something hot nudging at her nakedly throbbing cunt, and she let out a gasp of lust as she punched her hips up in rotating little circles. A wet tongue sliced through her moistly heated vagina and it drove her wild with a lewd thrill that seemed to never end. It was such a marvelous tongue she had to see the man . . . or woman it belonged to.
She let out a blood curdling scream but it went unheard, drowned out by the deafening music that was pouring from the speakers. Sandy screamed again and struggled to get away from the monstrous dog crouched between her widespread thighs, its wet muzzle sniffing over her cunt and his long hot tongue endlessly flicking at her sensitive clitoris as it slid back and forth between the throbbing lips of her hair-lined pussy slit. In spite of her terror, wild spasms of ecstasy were rippling through the young school teacher's body as she fought to escape the tantalizing licking of the big dog.
She hadn't thought of an obscene thing like this and she didn't want any part of an animal. She pleaded with the men to take the dog away and let her fuck all of them. But no one heard her, all they could hear was the lewd rhythmic beat of hard rock music that seemed to accentuate the obscene movement of the big dog's tongue as it licked back and forth through the quivering flesh of her wide-split pussy.
Sandy was screaming as she stared down between her nakedly dancing breasts at the animal who was fucking his tongue deep up inside her fevered cunt now. She jerked her hips vainly down under the torturous swirls, and when she couldn't escape it as her own lewd hunger her head fell back and her mouth opened wide. The dog, Slade, was burrowing his long pink tongue deeper into her hotly throbbing cunt than any human could ever do. The farm workers crowding around watched in merciless delight as the young girl's lips pleaded for help for a couple of minutes and then twisted with a sudden thrill as the animal growled and impaled her body on his long darting tongue. There was a momentary pause in her movements, then as suddenly as they had begun, the struggles to escape turned to obscene hip gyrations as the dog crouched lower between her naked thighs, his body tense, his tail wagging excitedly, his long hot tongue snaking in and out of her wetly willing cunt.
While the German shepherd slobbered and licked Sandy's writhing pussy slit, two leering men stepped up to the animal's forepaws and tied rags around them so his toe nails wouldn't cut into her defenseless body.
Sandy now had both arms free, and she cupped her own buttocks thrusting them up, splaying them wider apart for the hungrily slashing tongue as it slid back and forth over her tight little anus and then back up to thrust deep into her wetly churning vagina. God, this was the best yet. But she had to have more or she'd go crazy!
The two men pulled Slade back, and the animal bared his big teeth in a sound of frustration as he fought against the pull of the leash. Abruptly, the men seized the young school teacher again and turned her over on her face. She knew instinctively what lewd perversion they wanted her to do and she knelt on her knees, voluntarily placing her knees as wide apart as they would go. Her face was pressed into the dirty chaise and the firmness of her ripe young breasts crushed into the rough material.
Her ass-cheeks and pussy were thrust defenselessly up into the face of the huge dog who sniffed and nibbled at her tightly puckered anus, causing her eyelids to flutter with obscene lust. She shoved her nakedly trembling buttocks up higher in a lewd eagerness behind her and, reaching down, she spread her cuntal lips even wider, allowing the animal's long rapier-like tongue to lick all over her hair-lined furrow.
They were helping the dog up on her now and she was impatiently reaching between her naked legs, trying to find his hardened animal cock so she could guide it to her hot pulsating pussy.
This was the ultimate for Sandy, the final degradation. She was kneeling subserviently in front of the frenzied beast with a lust-filled crowd of total strangers waiting excitedly for this huge dog-penis to plunge into her tortured vaginal opening. Her drunken mind was past caring about anything except sexual satisfaction now. She wanted this perverted fucking to begin!
Down between her naked thighs, she felt the dog's pulsing scarlet cock, long, hard, and slippery as she circled it with the fingers of her right hand. Slowly she guided it toward her grinding loins as she felt the moistly heated shaft swelling in her hand.
"Oh God! Ooohrmhhhrihhhh," she moaned as the sharp tip snapped forward and tried to penetrate her tightly puckered rectum. She held her breath a moment, wanting to be impaled on the obscene animal penis. So shamelessly aroused was she that the girl was tempted to ignore the pain and let him tear her rectal opening apart with his monstrous rod of flesh. But she wanted it inside her hungrily throbbing vagina first. . . before she went crazy with lust. She reached back again and pressed the tip of the dog's long hard cock down into her hotly quivering cunt, the liquid moistness of her vaginal passage enclosing it inside her tight little hole.
The dog's paws were locked around her naked hips, his hairy loins jammed hard up into the open crevice of her buttocks, and he began to fuck in animal abandon, hard and fast into her lewdly writhing loins. Inch after inch of hard animal cock was hammered up into her belly. The lust-tortured girl felt herself getting the fucking of her life, and knew that this wonderful dog wouldn't stop until he had filled her tightly clasping cunt with his hot wild sperm. She, too, would cum . . . and cum like she had never done before.
She fought for sanity as the overpowering sensations filled her nakedly lurching body, shoving back against the German shepherd's wildly fucking cock, but her alcohol-drugged mind would not clear. And then, suddenly she felt the monstrous animal spewing his hot thick cum deep up inside her tightly milking pussy. The dog's nostrils flared, he whined, and humped forward inside her as far as he could go. The force of the powerful explosion of animal sperm slammed against the walls of her womb and filled her until there was no more room left.
"Oh shit! Oh damn! Fuck it! Fuck it," she panted mindlessly beneath the huge dog, feeling the fiery jets of his semen flowing down her legs as he continued to spew forth his animal cum.
At the same time, she felt the tightly clasping muscles of her vagina twitch and spasm, the walls of her throbbing pussy opened wide and gushed forth her own orgasm in warm buttery liquid all around the jerking dog cock.
"Ooohhhhhhhhh Goddddddd!" her mind was a wanton cauldron of lust as she locked her vaginal muscles tighter around the hardness, sucking it dry and clean.
And after that it was finished. As she felt the limp deflated cock slip from her flooded cunt, she moaned in protest and collapsed down onto the lounge.
"Goddamn, did you see that bitch fucking like an animal?" she heard a lust-contorted voice whisper. "She took every inch of that dog cock!"
"Man, I'm getting me some of that pussy, too!"
Sandy smiled a lazy smile and rolled over on her back. Her knees lifted automatically and her thighs fell obscenely apart, offering herself to the male behind the voice.
"Do it to me," she said drunkenly. "Fuck me like a dog!"
She felt the male body over her, his thick hardened penis impaling her naked young cunt, the animal semen squirting out around it. Her hips heaved up to meet the man's plunging shaft and she groaned uncaringly. Her moan of delight sounded too loud! The music had stopped! What was wrong?
She turned her head and everyone was staring open-mouthed at the entrance to the shack. No one moved as Judge Wagner stepped into the room with a shotgun. No one in his right mind would even have breathed with the look that contorted the judge's face as he threateningly waved the weapon at the group of shocked people. Stu's mouth was open and his eyes rolled back in his head as his alcohol sodden mind recognized his father and knew he was gonna get the hell beat out of him before the night was over.
Then Sandy was giggling hysterically, sobbing and hiccupping drunkenly at the same time. "Your honor," she slurred, "you'll never believe this . . . but when I came to . . . your lovely town . . . a week ago, I was a . . . virgin . . . "
She was still weeping hysterically an hour later when the hospital doctor pumped her full of sedatives and waited until she went to sleep . . .
CHAPTER EIGHT
A year later Sandy Miller was not identifiable to anyone who had known her in Oregon. She still had a good body but it was hidden under ill-fitting clothes and her lovely blonde hair was short and straight. She wore flat-heeled shoes and thick glasses. She was married to a gas station attendant, and they had very little money to live on.
For extra money they became a foster home for young children who needed a family, and her husband Jed Smith thought she was a good wife.
She'd met Jed after deciding to go to Nebraska where no one knew her. She never talked to him about her past and he never asked her anything after the first time. She'd become hysterical and he'd known that whatever had happened should stay hidden away in her deep dark past.
Besides, she did everything he wanted her to do, and never made demands on him in bed. She let him do anything he wanted to her, and never complained.
They always had at least two teenage boys living with them, sometimes more, and that was when Sandy was the happiest. She loved those kids and took care of them like their own mother would have done, and she never left them alone. If she had to go to the store, or help Jed out at the gas station, she always left Jumper, their Saint Bernard dog to protect them. And he always did, instinctively knowing that he would get his reward if he did as she told him.
