It is with immense pride that we, the publishers, introduce to the reading public one of the most significant and controversially unsettling novels written in our time. The Faculty Advisor, Blake Simmons' latest work, is brutally frank as it delves behind the brick facade of our middle-class school system. It bores beneath the pretensions and hypocrisy to lay bare the potential depravities that lurk just below the surface respectability. It faithfully and explicitly chronicles the ever-present temptations which confront those who are there ostensibly to serve us-but live to serve their own lecherous needs instead.
What happens to a mature woman of twenty-nine, Laura Schuster, when she abuses her guidance counselor's position to satisfy her own perverted sexual desires, is a portrait of child molesting at its most sinister. What happens to the honorable family of her victims-Boris Chilton, his two teenage boys and their elderly grandmother-is a testament to the havoc which one unprincipled person can wreak. Her seductive corruption acts as the proverbial rotten apple in the barrel, infecting everyone she touches with immorality.
The Faculty Advisor is written with all the realism of today's newspaper headlines, and this is not entirely due to Miss Simmons' internationally heralded skill and genius. No, there is underneath her deft writing the very kernel of basic truth. In this epic novel, the author utilized actual case histories, the names and true locations of which have been changed to protect those concerned from further prosecution. As a result, we feel that this is a classic tale of evil and desire, speaking loudly and grandiloquently for itself far better than could pure fiction alone. It is often times shocking, but in being so, it carries through it the singular and necessary message which the author is clearly attempting to convey:
This could be happening where you live, and right now!
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CHAPTER ONE
Miss Laura Schuster paced the outside aisle between her desk and the windows, pausing occasionally to peer out at the school yard beyond. Restlessly she waited for the final bell to signal the end of the school day. It was Friday, and she could look forward to a whole weekend away from her desk as Social Aid Counselor for Jerico City High School, away from the multitude of duties thrust upon her by both the Welfare Department and the Board of Education, away from the continual guidance of teenage boys and girls who had problems, or actually were the problems themselves.
Outside the windows, a mid-winter sun was already setting, low and dazzling behind the series of apartment houses across the street. It shone brilliant crimson and yellow, not a cloud in the post-storm sky to stop its piercing rays from reflecting off the ice and snow, or from spearing through the window and over her shoulder to glint off the picture of the school's founder, R. Jacob Winchester.
Once Laura had loved this time of year, skiing and skating whenever the opportunity arose, but that was when she'd been younger. Now, at twenty-nine, it only seemed to somehow depress her further. Even the mountain lodge where she'd spent her Christmas holiday three weeks ago had failed to lift her spirits, even though she had had a wonderful time-too wonderful a time. Perhaps that was what was wrong, the voluptuous blonde counselor thought as she stared blankly out the window. Perhaps the memory of her vacation was disturbing her because she knew it would be a long time before she had another one. God, would that bell never ring? After five straight days with nothing but her youthful charges, she desperately desired to go home and slip into a nice dry martini. Besides, she had to shower and change for her dinner date with Boris Chilton, the high school's shop teacher....
She wished she could even get mildly excited by the prospect of going out with the handsome and suave instructor. He was tall and muscular in his tweedy cuts, mature with his salt-and-pepper hair and impeccable manners, a widower with two teenage boys who attended Jerico High, and an aged mother with a heart condition. Despite his ready-made family, he was considered a prize catch by every eligible woman around, and many envious glances were given Laura for having caught Boris' interest. He had been pursuing her for almost a year now, vowing his love and commanding all of her spare time-or at least that part of her free time she could devote to men.
But whenever he had proposed marriage, she had declined. Truly it had shocked Laura when she had awakened to the fact that she even cared for Boris at all; she had believed it impossible with any man. But to care for him was one thing and to love him another, and she had slept fitfully many nights, wondering what she should do.
For one thing, she wasn't certain how much of his supposedly pure love wasn't simply carnal desire to possess her sexually, aggravated by her continuing refusal to be made love to by him. She knew what attracted the persistent shop instructor-her hair was honey blonde, soft and thick, her eyes wide and rather heavily lidded, gray in color with a trace of green, and her mouth was large and sensuously curved. She had firm, high breasts which stretched her beige sheath dress with their fullness, and the parts of her not covered by the dress were tanned a smooth golden brown from constant summer sunbathing, the tiger-stripe whiteness where her bikini had been only adding emphasis to her femininity when she was naked. She had a good body, she knew she did, and she knew full well what Boris wanted to do with it.
Laura also knew that unfortunately, while her body had given her many moments of sexual enjoyment, it had failed to give her complete contentment the way it should have. In another portion of her mind, she was tempted to give in and marry the older man in the desperate hope that she could ultimately enjoy total marital happiness. But then would come the horrid thought that she would be forced to live under the same roof with his two young boys, and the concept of what that could mean chilled her to the marrow. If Laura ever confessed the reason for her perpetual physical discontent, she knew that Boris would blanch with horror, and if she ever explained why she was reluctant to be the boys' mother and intimately concerned with their lives, Boris would have had her locked up in jail and the key thrown away.
Laura Schuster had a shameful secret. She loved little boys!
She sexually loved them!
The outwardly modest guidance counselor was inwardly a child molester, cursed with a compulsive desire to corrupt male children that were half her age. She had been that way ever since her own thirteenth birthday, when her seventeen year old cousin from Detroit had soundly raped her while he was visiting with her aunt and uncle. His fresh, developing body had produced such delights in her that she had needed no coaxing after that to allow him full liberty with her budding breasts and tiny slender vagina anytime he wanted. It had been during college, however, that she'd discovered to her horror that she could not respond to adult men. Her sexual urges were greater than ever, but men with their overgrown hairy bodies and thick huge penises made her shudder with disgust. Only for the eager youthful erections of adolescents did she yearn; and only when their immature bodies were filling the aching void of her vagina did she ever experience her brief moments of sensual delight. They were all so responsive, so innocent, so willing to learn from their guidance counselor!
And Laura proved to be the perfect teacher for the boys she seduced. She had tried at first to stave off her lustful depravities, but the passions were too strong for her will power to resist, and it wasn't long before she was constantly plotting who to corrupt next, and how best to avoid the dishonor and disgrace of discovery. Yet driven as she was, Laura had been reduced to taking chances no sane woman would ever have dared, abandonedly stripping naked to entice the little boys of her choice, or letting them finger her warm moist vagina while supposedly helping them with their social problems. She had had a number of close calls, but so far had been able to talk her way out of them, vowing to herself each time she would control herself from then on, and each time falling prey to her obscene cravings a short while later. It was only a matter of time, she realized dismally-eventually, as it must, her frantic search for fulfillment would catch up with her, and she would be ruined forever.
She turned away from the office window, her mouth drawn in a sad line as the thought of ultimate ruination churned through her mind. She felt like this every Friday, her prurient desires having been whipped up to a peak of eroticism after a week of being surrounded by darling young boys, and knowing that the quickest road to hell would be to molest one of the students in her own school. In the two years she had been counselor at Jerico City High, she had steeled herself against the temptation, and it had been the most difficult task she had ever faced. She had never come closer with her seductions than two neighboring towns away, and even then she had cursed herself as having taken too great a chance of being identified.
Her last adventure had been three weeks ago, up at the mountain resort. Three weeks! My God, there were times when three minutes seemed too long a time between young boys, and now she would not get another chance to soothe her savage passions until Easter recess! She had to control herself ... but so far, the only way she had ever been able-to repress her sexual demands was through masturbation. Yet using her own fingers hardly ever satisfied the full torrent of her wanton drives as did the lovely hardness of a virile youth's desire-hardened penis buried deep up inside her belly....
Laura sat down in her desk chair and glanced at her wrist watch to see how many more minutes it would be before she could leave. Then she sighed and leaned her head back, shutting her eyes and straightening her legs out in an effort to gain some minimal relief from the torment of her mind. But perversely, her mind only delved back in time ... back to her Christmas vacation ... conjuring up that last young boy she had let make love to her....
Little Charlie Cranshaw had come to the lodge with his parents, eager to ski at first until she lured him to her room. Yes ... and now in her mind's eye, Laura could once more see young Charlie naked, naked as she had been after a few drinks to dull his initial resistance. Yes ... and now in her imagination, the older woman experienced the thrill of his tentative kiss as the boy had leaned over her straddling thighs, his excitedly erect cock rubbing against her eager, anticipating cunt ... Ahhh, how she'd tried to spread her legs wider on that little bed, making her desire build even more for the immature teenager....
Laura quivered in the desk chair, shocked at her prurient recollections. Then she let the dream come back, it was so pleasant, as if Charlie were with her right this very moment, leaning over her in the chair of her office ... His lean buttocks moved so that his virile young penis would slide up and down in the trembling pink crevice of her mature vagina, and then her fingers reached down and touched it, sliding the fresh young foreskin back and forth, making him moan with newfound delight at the teasing sensations she was causing him....
Oh God, I don't dare think like this! Laura's mind screamed. It's sick! I'm only making matters worse for me now! But she couldn't stop her lewd thoughts, continuing to sit in her large swivel chair, her guilt assuaged by the knowledge that at least she was alone with her sinful reveries as the lust-arousing images filtered vividly through her brain....
Charlie, sweet Charlie, was once more lying on top of her naked body, his breath hot in her ear, his boyish erection just inside the warmly straining lips of her cuntal mouth. She was arching up against his developing thighs, the muscles of her buttocks clenching as she slipped more and more of his delicious young cock up into her pussy, her hungering womb dilating so she could take his slender length all the way, deep ... deep up inside her desperately aching belly....
A soft, tender pulsing began in her loins as Laura could almost feel her youthful lover's penetration once again. Unconsciously, she raised one hand and touched her jutting breasts, rubbing her brassiere-encased nipples with her thumb and finding they were already hard and tingling with arousal. Her gentle touch only intensified the throbbing in her cunt, and a warm moistness began to seep down into the curly pubic hair fringing the blood-swollen lips of her excited pussy....
"Ohh, you sweet darling boy ... fuck me ... fuck me good...." Her own intemperate urgings reverberated in the mind of the frustrated social worker. She was almost able to feel again his adolescent body falling upon hers and crushing the breath from her chest as his boyish penis soared up as far as it would go inside her cunt. "Fuck me, Charlie baby ... fuck me ... ohhhhh!"
A spasm of shame washed over the daydreaming woman now, and Laura momentarily halted her fantasizing ... but there was no use deluding herself. She was aroused, highly aroused ... and she was alone, with nothing to do until the school bell rang and released her. She continued to massage her breasts, and slowly she capitulated to her physical urgency again, her need for satisfaction growing like a lewd cancer in her loins and belly. The building waves of her remembered embrace with the vacationing boy came back to the aroused young counselor stronger than ever....
They were going to cum, to explode together in fiery ecstasy! She felt herself get taut, her pulsing cuntal slit clenched around his driving young penis like pink lips around a child's all-day sucker. "Ohhh, let me feel your sweet cum, Charlie boy! Oh, let me feel your cum while I cum too...!" was the obscene chant which sang through her mind.
Laura's other hand moved to her now wide-splayed thighs, gathering her dress hem up around her waist and sitting with her buttocks at the very edge of the chair. She worked her thin white panties down over her trembling thighs almost frantically in her effort to relive some of the same delightful sensations she'd experienced with the teenage boy three weeks ago.
Her nylon panties fell down around her ankles, and she kicked them to one side on the office carpet, spreading her thighs still wider so that her moist pink cuntal slit was exposed to the cool air of the room. With her middle finger she began to manipulate her soft pubic flesh until she was nearly overwhelmed by the tingling passions her memories and fingers produced deep inside her quaking belly.
"Cum ... cum boy, cum ... ahhhhh...!" In her mind, his creamy fresh sperm once more ejaculated deep up into her welcoming vagina ... and the shamelessly finger-fucking woman gasped in total abandonment now, rolling her naked hips around on the chair with the stimulation of her impending climax. Laura rubbed her own cunt faster and faster, her fingers sliding in and out and up and down, teasing her desire-hardened clitoris as wave after wave of consuming pleasure flowed over her spasming loins. She dropped her other hand from her breast, and insinuated first one, then two, and finally three fingers up inside the dilated vaginal orifice up between her wide-splayed legs. Wildly, she strained for her orgasm, until she thought her fingers would be ripped off, squeezing her cunt with both hands tightly over and over....
Then, finally drained and exhausted by her own violent cumming, Laura collapsed back in the chair, breathing harshly. Her chest heaved beneath the tight beige dress with the charge of her climax, and her eyes were dulled with momentary satiation as the image of teenage Charlie Cranshaw slowly faded from her mind. In its place came the unclean feeling of guilt, the shame for having masturbated in her own office, unable to wait the few minutes until she was home. And worse, the humiliating realization that she was far from satisfied, and would probably finger herself many more times before she reached any sort of calm this night. It was such a poor second to a delicious child's cock ... a compromise that almost left her hungrier afterwards than before....
Suddenly there came a knocking on the door of her office. A light but insistent tapping, and the high-pitched voice of a teenage boy. "Miss Schuster? Miss Schuster, are you in?"
The unexpected visitor jarred Laura back to complete reality. Lord! If she had been like this, and whoever was out there had walked in unannounced! She shivered at the horrifying thought, quickly removing her fingers from her orgasm-drenched vagina, her body whirling with shame and remorse. Standing up, she let her dress fall back down over her naked thighs, and then blushingly scooped up her fallen panties and put them back on as fast as she could. They felt warm and damp, erotically soothing against her naked vaginal flesh.
"Miss Schuster?"
"Coming!" God, the last thing on earth she wanted now was somebody to bother her! Why couldn't they leave her alone until that blessed bell rang and she was free? She'd have to get rid of whoever it was ... she was simply in no condition to face anybody at the moment....
"Yes?" she said, opening the door partially. Even as she spoke, she saw raven-haired Gerry Kane standing reluctantly in the hallway, fidgeting with his hands sunk in his pants pockets. He was just fourteen years old, one of the handsomest freshmen in the whole school, but also notorious as a trouble-maker and slack-off. His father was the most prominent feed grain dealer in the area, his son the apple of his eye, and Gerry knew that after he graduated he'd get a job with his father's firm and never really have to work for a living. Laura was well aware of his swaggering manner, having had him in for consultation quite a few times in the past ... but she was also very aware of the width of his smooth shoulders beneath his sweater, and the taper of his boyish waist into his skin-tight Levi's.
"Why Gerry," the flustered blonde said, swallowing thickly. "What is it you want?"
"Well...." Gerry scuffed one of his loafers on the hallway floor. "It's not my idea. Ol' Marblehead-I mean, Mr. Coswain, the principal-he wanted me to see you before I went home." Strangely, he began to flush red with embarrassment across his beardless cheeks, something Laura had never seen him do before. He thrust out his hand, the green appointment slip from the principal's office folded in his fingers. "Here."
"Now?" Laura said with a frown. "Oh, not now." She took the note and saw that, indeed, Mr. Coswain wanted her to "talk" to the Kane boy on a subject "of serious but delicate nature." The way the note was phrased, she knew that the prissy white-haired principal was referring to sex of some form or another. Dear Lord, not this on top of everything else! She couldn't!
"Gerry, can't this wait unil Monday?"
"Gee, I wish it could, Miss Schuster. I wish it could wait forever, but Mr. Coswain said if I didn't see you today, he'd go to my parents. I'm not worried much about my ol' man-he might give me a beating or something-but my ma would have a fit."
"I see." Laura bit her lower lip, confused and upset. She was terribly aware of the boy's youthful virility pulsing out towards her from beneath his clothing. She felt a twinge of naked desire rising upward from her insatiable loins, and resisted the lurid temptation to reach out with her hand and caress the flat curve of his belly where it disappeared beneath his wide leather belt.
"No, Gerry, no ... I'm sorry. I simply don't have time now." She knew her excuse sounded lame, because in truth there was nothing for her to do-except somehow get away from his enticing presence and the school before something disastrous could happen. "See me Monday. Please...."
"I can't, Miss Schuster, I can't!" Gerry was visibly upset, his chin quivering with pent-up emotion. He was deeply disturbed, no question about it, and it was her job to help him. She had a responsibility no lie could evade.
Taking a deep breath in an effort to calm herself, the teenager's guidance counselor said: "Well, if you could tell me quickly about it, Gerry...."
The final bell rang just then, startling her. Damn! If only she'd been able to last out these extra two minutes, she would've been gone by the time he reached her office, but as it was now, she'd have to stay and listen to him. Gerry was looking up and down the hall, upset with the prospect of being seen talking to the counselor by the other students. Already the doors to the classrooms were opening....
"I'll tell you inside, Miss Schuster," he said plaintively. "I won't take long, I promise, but you gotta listen to me, so my parents won't find out."
"Well...." Against her better judgement, Laura stepped aside for the youth, then shut the door behind him. She stood against it for a moment, trying to stifle the ever-smoldering embers which her lewd masturbation had fanned to glowing embers. She haplessly realized that any wrong move could suddenly erupt those heated coals of passion into a roaring inferno that would consume her and this handsome young freshman ... but dear God, I wonder what the rest of him is like ... the part between his legs that's covered so firmly by his pants....
Gasping at the indecency of her fleeting thought, the older woman said to the boy, "You ... you better sit down on the couch there, Gerry, and tell me about it."
The dark-haired teenager's eyes met hers, and then skipped wonderingly down over the rounded contours of her full wide-set breasts and swelling thighs beneath her form-fitting dress. Laura's throat turned instantly dry, and she felt her face warm with a sudden rush of blood that burnished her cheeks and temples. Lord! It was almost as if he had read her obscene thought!
"Well ... well, it's kinda embarrassing, Miss Schuster," Gerry murmured shamefaced as he sat on the couch. He placed his hands between his legs, locking his fingers together. "See, I had these pictures, and...."
"Pictures?" Laura interjected. "What kind of pictures?"
"Dirty pictures," Gerry mumbled, hanging his head.
"Pornography?"
"Well, I guess. I cut them from one of my dad's secret magazines, see, only he don't know they're missing. Anyway, ol' marble-hea-I mean, Mr. Coswain, he caught me with them in the boys' bathroom, and said I must be some sort of prevert to have them."
"Pervert, Gerry. The word is pervert. "
"Oh, you think I am one, too?"
In spite of her anxiety, Laura was forced to smile at his innocence. "No, Gerry, no you're not a pervert for just having some pictures. Boys your age are usually very curious about how girls look without clothes on. It's all part of the growing-up process."
"Aw, I've seen plenty of girls nekkid, Miss Schuster," her freshman student said, bravely trying to hide his mounting embarrassment. His older guidance counselor had to stifle another smile, knowing that for all of his boasted "experience" he was still nothing more than a delightfully naive boy just beginning to explore the pleasures of sex. And yet as she continued to look at Gerry Kane, Laura sensed her own growing attraction for the dear child causing erotic tingles to dart through her flesh. There was more than mere innocence to him, just as there had been more to Charlie at Christmas and all the other youngsters before that-and it was more than simply broad-shouldered and leanly muscular virility. It was as though Underneath his immaturity lay a potential "animalism" ready to spring into full-grown force if once released.
"They was more'n that, Miss Schuster," Gerry mumbled. "They was nekkid girls, but they was with boys."
"Were, Gerry, They were with boys; watch your grammar." Laura licked her full pink lips with the tip of her tongue. A nudist magazine, she thought to herself. The boy must have found one of those nudist magazines where it shows whole families enjoying the sun. She personally could never understand how people could enjoy a life of constant badminton, cold showers, and prickly grass, but that was their business, she supposed. And if that were the case-that young Gerry had taken one of those kind of magazines to school-then it would be easier to counsel him. Although they showed nakedness, the nudists' claim was the wholesomeness of the human body, and certainly there was nothing arousing about the poses in the pictures. She set her mind on what she should say to the boy now, struggling with all her strength to maintain her outward composure until she could get him safely out of her office and regain control over her unwantedly rising emotions.
"Well, Gerry, I still wouldn't call what you did sinful. Wrong, perhaps, in that you shouldn't spread such things around to the other students here."
"Yeah, wrong that ol' marble-head caught us."
"Well, that too, perhaps. You didn't use good judgement. But naked men and women aren't obscene, only the thoughts which you might have about them. The human form is beautiful and artistic, and that is why painters and sculptors have been capturing it in their masterpieces over the centuries."
"Mr. Coswain said they were dirty," the shamefaced boy replied in a low voice. He abruptly reached under his sweater and produced three pictures, which he held out to his guidance counselor. "He also said you'd tell me they weren't at first, and for me to give them to you if you did. Well ... here."
"G-Gerry, you really don't...." Laura faltered with her words, conscious that the conversation was beginning to slip from her control.
"Gee, Miss Schuster, I don't want to have you see them. I don't even want to talk to you about it, you being a woman 'n all, but I don't have no choice. Mr. Coswain said you were the closest thing to a sex education teacher we've got at Jerico High, and said this might be...."
"Yes? Be what, Gerry?"
"Be a lesson for both of us," he blurted, and thrust the pictures at her.
Laura took the photographs reluctantly, stiffening with shock as she caught a slight glimpse of the top one. It was of a teenage girl's face, her young mouth strained around a boy's thickly hardened penis! Oh, damn that prudish old fogy of a principal! They had had a continual running battle over the past two years over sex education and what is "normal" in the average, growing adolescent. Mr. Coswain was a marble-head, a Fundamentalist in his religion and a Victorian bigot in his morals. He had done this on purpose, just to confuse and humiliate her, and she would never forgive him for it! Well, she would not give him the satisfaction of learning she'd been routed by whatever pieces of pornography he'd caught little Gerry with! Laura critically examined the pictures, determined to act as though they were the most innocent of pastoral scenes rather than lewd snapshots of teenagers making love! But in spite of her resolve, she could feel tiny butterfly-like sensations flitting through her stomach as she stared with pounding heart at their obscene content, sensing the hard-won control of the last few minutes already slipping from her grasp....
The older woman carefully studied the top picture of the girl sucking the boy's hardened penis. She had heard of women who did this, but she had never dreamed of committing fellatio herself, and had never expected to see anyone else doing it either. The nubile girl's mouth was formed in a lewd oval, her lips locked around the youthful erection as though they would never let go. A ripple of sensation coursed through the silent counselor as she pondered the boy's developing manhood, and she clasped her legs tighter together as she stood in front of Gerry, wondering in the back of her mind what it would be like to have something that delicious looking shoved in her mouth. Feeling guilty, she flipped to the next picture, and involuntarily gasped as it proved to depict just the opposite situation. The same naked girl, who couldn't have been more than sixteen at the most, was lying on her back on a bed, with her legs drawn up and spread wide apart. The boy, who could have been her brother for all of their similarity in features, was kneeling up between her thighs, and Laura could clearly see his tongue curling in between the small thin lips of her open vagina. She had also heard about men doing this to women, but these two were so young for such obscenities-mere children! Her mouth gaped at the salacious pose, and she could feel a slight moistness trickling down between her tightly pressed thighs. She would never have imagined that the sight of such a depraved act by such young children could excite her against her will, but she could see that her hand was shaking as the emotions reflected on the girl's face transmitted themselves from the picture to her own body.
She hastily glanced up at Gerry again, and saw that the teenager was now beet red. "Well, Gerry," she said, "I think that these are...."
"Yeah, I know. They show dirty things, just like Mr. Coswain said they did."
"Gerry, they are certainly not the right thing for a boy your age to have with him, just as it is wrong to smoke and drink before you're an adult, but that doesn't make the acts themselves dirty. If they were, and people really enforced those old laws against them, most everybody in the world would be arrested."
"You ... you're getting me all confused, Miss Schuster," Gerry said, squirming on the couch with adolescent embarrassment. "You mean it's okay to do them things?"
"If a couple ... a-a married couple ... both want to do such things in the privacy of their own home, it's not doing any harm. Passion is a very strong thing."
"Mr. Coswain told me that even looking at these pictures was a sin, on account they were doing animal acts."
"Humans are animals, Gerry, at least when it comes to how our sex is set up. This is why I've wanted a sex education course here at Jerico High, so that boys and girls could be taught the truth instead of myths and falsehoods about what's normal and abnormal, right and wrong."
God! Laura thought as she unconsciously flipped to the third and last picture. God, if only they weren't discussing sex! It only made matters worse for her own self-control! Her eyes involuntarily locked on the photograph of the teenage girl on the bed with her legs wide apart. But now the muscular boy was lying between them, his slender young penis sunk all the way up between her wide-splayed thighs. The camera angle clearly showed his virile hardness disappearing into the soft, hair-fringed folds of her cunt, only a tiny part of it left visible, glistening wetly as it protruded from her wide-stretched vagina. The girl's face was contorted into the most depraved portrait of ecstasy Laura had ever viewed.
God, how she must feel, the blonde counselor thought. Just like I do with a darling child's cock in my vagina! Laura had never seen a picture of two people making love before, and she wondered if this was the way she and Charlie had looked-and the thought caused her to bite the soft flesh of her lower lips again, once more tormented by her increasing desire for a boy. But not just any boy ... for Gerry, because he was near, handsome young Gerry Kane sitting so innocently on her office couch! God, it was out of the question! She couldn't allow herself to give in to her cravings for him! It was begging for disaster, and after all of the promises she had made and managed to keep, she had to fight it!
Gritting her teeth tightly together, she handed the blatantly obscene pictures back to the boy. "Well, you can go back to our illustrious principal and tell him that I've seen your photos, Gerry. And ... and you can tell him for me that they haven't changed my mind the least bit. I ... I don't think you should have taken them from your father, because that's stealing, and you should return them at once, just as soon as you get home. "But," she added stoutly, forcing herself to finish this whole distressing ordeal, "but all they show is what love is all about. Gerry, I want you to understand that love is making two people happy however they wish it."
"Have you ever made love, Miss Schuster?"
Laura sucked in her breath at the innocence of his sudden question. She turned from him in her fluster, moving to the window and staring out of it, her mind in a quandary and unable to form the words to diplomatically answer his remark. She fought down the almost irresistible impulse to tell him yes! Yes, she had made love, had made numerous boys just like him happier than they'd ever been before! She wished she could tell him that she wanted him to fill her wickedly throbbing pussy with his virile young penis so they could both enjoy each other as the couple in the pictures had. But she knew she didn't dare, and that she had to end this acutely exciting conversation before her lustful urges became totally untamable!
The distraught young woman searched the school-yard with her eyes for something to distract her mind from the familiar pulsing hunger flowing heatedly through her aroused loins. But the area was empty as far as her eyes could see, all of the students and faculty having long since gone home. She and Gerry were alone in the school building, as alone as if they were behind the locked doors of her apartment. The temptation to take advantage of their privacy rose devilishly in her mind, but somehow she fought off her ever-growing yearning for this eager freshman youth behind her. Oh God, how innocent he is at heart! Laura moaned silently to herself. Underneath all of his bravado, he was still only fifteen, and she had to keep him innocent-for both their sakes! Tell him to leave! Tell him to leave before it's too late!
Then suddenly, she heard a hoarse gasp from him. "Oh, Miss Schuster! You're so beautiful!"
Uncertain of what he could mean, Laura turned around to face him again. She had been partially blinded by the setting sun outside, and it took a moment before she could fully focus on the boy's slender form on her couch. His eyes were glued on her dress, complete fascination in his expression, and the guidance counselor glanced down to see what was interesting him so much. To her astonishment and dismay, she could see right through the soft, clinging material of the dress in the bright afternoon light that was coming through the office window. It was almost transparent as she stood there, and Laura felt herself blushing as she realized that the black-haired youth had been intently staring at the clear silhouette of her immodestly displayed pussy.
Stepping quickly away from the bright square the window made, she searched desperately for words to tell him to go. But her mind would not function properly as she felt the boy's eyes gazing indecently at her voluptuously mature body. His eyes were almost a solid touch upon her flesh, and they seemed to roam eagerly up and down over her high, rounded breasts and the full, inviting curves of her buttocks and thighs. Laura was mortified to find herself standing before him tongue-tied, and she tried desperately to still the strange excitement that was stealing over her emotions against her will.
But the savage thrill of exhibitionism ran like lightning through the corrupting woman's flesh as she watched his gaze follow her lush, tightly-covered figure. She could feel a building tremor of sensual response deep between her inner thighs as she realized that she was gripped with the lewd desire to slowly, seductively strip naked right here, right now before the hotly staring child. She intuitively knew that the boy wanted her to as much as she did ... he, in his inexperience not fully aware of exactly what his immature body was craving, except the subconscious desire to see her naked ... see her breasts, her legs, her buttocks, and most of all, her hair-covered pussy-mound!
"Are ... are you mad at me for saying that? Or asking if you ever made love before, Miss Schuster?" His voice was high-pitched and wavering, and his face looked almost frightened. "I didn't mean no offense."
"No ... no, it's perfectly all right," Laura answered, shuddering from the erotic sensations pounding through her body.
"But you are beautiful, Miss Schuster. You're the most beautiful woman in the whole wide world."
"That's ... that's very nice of you to say, Gerry." For some reason she didn't dare question, her eyes slipped down to the crotch of the boy's jeans, and the sight which met her gaze filled her with renewed passion that both thrilled and terrified her. Bulging out from the boy's lap, the older woman could clearly see the slender outline of his desire-stiffened penis! Dear God, young Gerry had gotten an erection from watching her at the window! She could feel the inflamed center of her loins throbbing violently in passionate answer to the sight of his hardened young cock beneath his pants, and she deliberately clasped her hands together to keep from giving in to the aching need to touch the swelling flesh.
The heavily breathing adolescent on her office couch couldn't pull his eyes away from his guidance counselor for anything! Crap, his pecker wouldn't go down no matter how much he willed it limp! He struggled to turn away from the provocative beauty of Miss Schuster's mature form, but he could only seem to sit gawking with wide-eyed wonderment. Man, she was stacked! Better looking than any of the girls in the high school, but a fat lot of good it would do him. He could dream all he wanted about seeing her naked while beating his meat off at night, but she was twice as old as he was. She wouldn't want to fool around with no kid, not a woman like her! Crap, he didn't want to let her see him with a bone on, or she'd really get mad, and no telling what kind of trouble he'd land in then!
Laura could feel the aching sexual fires spreading upward to the very nipples of her breasts, hardening them into plums of excited nerve-ends. She prayed that the immature youth would not sense the raging lust that his presence was kindling inside her, as she pressed her naked thighs wetly together in a last-ditch effort to overcome the salacious tide threatening to overwhelm her better judgement. She groaned inwardly as she felt the last remaining remnants of her vows to keep away from the boy fading into nothingness. The insane desires which she had just built to a fever pitch with her own fingers were now furious volcanoes of lust, bursting with white-hot sensations that were enveloping the very core of her depraved being.
Every nerve in the guidance counselor's flesh was reacting with lecherous need as she watched the youth staring at her. The reasonings and promises were proving to be only flimsy barriers before the monstrous demands which were sweeping them aside and overwhelming her will power. Every moral and inhibition inside her was melting away in the heat of her unleashed passions, every last shred of decency and conscience going now as it had at Christmas and the countless times before that. Her brain whirled and she moaned in shameful defeat, but the urgent pressure of wanting this young boy so close to her was simply to compelling to restrain any longer. Her obscene cravings had grown to strong, and there was no use fighting them any longer. God, there was just not the slightest thing she could do to save herself, was there? She was lost! Lost!
CHAPTER TWO
Laura Schuster took a step toward her young student on the couch, her moistened vaginal crevice tingling against the soft silkiness of her pubic hair.
"Tell me, Gerry dear," she heard herself say in a shamelessly husky voice. "Tell me, have you ever seen a woman naked before? All the way naked?"
"W-What?"
"Naked, Gerry, like in those pictures you have, only really naked ... in the flesh. So close you could reach out and touch her if you wanted to...."
There was still a small corner of the school counselor's mind that was stabbed with the horror of what she was beginning, but a much more demanding voice echoed up from her heated loins that she desired this handsome fourteen year old boy more than she had ever wanted a teenager before in her life. It was too late ... too late from the moment she had caught sight of his brazen eyes and the bulging pants with his fresh young hardness.
"N-No, Miss Schuster, I-I've seen my mother in her slip, but she ain't much to look at anyway. N-no, I haven't." Gerry was shivering with emotion now, smelling the piquant aroma of the older woman's body and mesmerized still by her curvaceous figure. Something was happening he hadn't figured on, something he couldn't exactly identify yet, but something distinctly new and exciting. He waited in apprehensive fascination as his guidance counselor sidled closer to him, his head spinning with newfound sensations.
"But you would like to see a naked woman, wouldn't you, Gerry dear?" she purred throatily down at him. "Tell me the truth, you would like to see a woman naked." Laura was certain she detected a brassy glint of sexual interest in the teenager's eyes. She knew Gerry was in an agony of confusion and frustration as she flaunted her body in front of him, but she couldn't have restrained herself from going after him if she'd wanted to ... and no longer did she have the slightest desire to stop herself. She truly wanted this boy's slim, innocent penis up inside her belly, and would do what was necessary to obtain it!
"It's true, isn't it? You want to see a woman naked ... you want to see me naked!"
The red-faced student wordlessly shook his head, unable to confess to the indecent desire running through his immature mind. Yeah ... yeah, he wanted to see Miss Schuster naked! Just like she said he did ... but crap! He couldn't admit it, could he? He could feel his cock jerking in his pants at the idea of her stripping all her clothes off for him, and he wriggled on the couch, trying to move so that his counselor wouldn't see how hard his cock was. He tried to will it soft again, but it remained throbbingly blood-swollen and straining against his underpants. Man, he could die with shame! Guiltily, his eyes traveled up the undulating thighs of the older woman to her firmly thrusting breasts, and then higher, up to her face....
Miss Schuster was staring at his pants! He'd thought maybe she had a couple of times now, but he hadn't been sure. This time there was no mistake! And ... and she was smiling!
"You do want to see me naked, Gerry." Laura told him in mock reproof. "That's why your little penis is so very, very hard!"
"G-Golly, Miss Schuster, I ... I...." he stuttered. "I'm sorry!"
"Oh, don't be, dear child. Don't be ashamed of your darling hard-on, Gerry. It just means that you're growing into a man, with a man's needs and desires. You're my little man, aren't you, dear?"
"Ohhh," the boy groaned. "Oh, Miss Schuster!"
"And you know something else, Gerry? We girls don't have penises like you have, but that doesn't mean we don't get excited, too. Maybe not so obvious as your long stiff cock, but-"
"Miss Schuster!" Gerry gasped, shocked by her obscenity.
"Cock, Gerry. You have a delicious hard cock, and it's because you want me naked, naked so you can touch me and kiss me ... and fuck me! You want to fuck me with your nice hard cock!"
"Crap!" Gerry blurted, gasping for air like a stranded fish. His pecker was palpitating wildly now, and his brain was reeling with the heady combination of the young blonde's words and body. Had he heard Miss Schuster correctly? Had his modest guidance counselor been telling him that he wanted to fuck her? And man, he was thinking the same lewd words, too! His balls were aching like hell, just sitting here and listening! Didn't Miss Schuster know what she was doing to him?
"What's the matter, lover-boy, cat got your tongue?" She breathed passionately down at him. "I can tell you do ... I can tell you'd like nothing better than to sink your prick up inside my nice soft pussy right now!" The thrill of hearing herself mouth the forbidden obscenities surged through Laura's body, and she trembled with a desperate longing for this darling boy. There was no thought now, just the blazing desire for the moment when he would plunge his fleshy, virile hardness into her belly and fill her burning needs....
Jerry sat staring at her, unable to answer. He tried not to look but couldn't help himself as he heard the seductive woman whisper: "Gerry, dear Gerry, watch what I do now. Watch what I do just to please you...."
Oh Jesus! Miss Schuster was taking her dress off! He couldn't believe it! She was moving slowly, allowing the effect she knew it would have on him to sink in. She knew how it should be done to accomplish exactly this. There were no crude or obvious motions on her part, and she behaved as though she were in her own bedroom, unaware of his existence. This would make the boy feel like a Peeping Tom looking into a woman's window from a secret hiding place, and the lewd thought somehow made her performance all the more lust-inciting ... for her and for him.
Laura first crossed the carpet of her school office to lower the Venetian blinds at the window, and then she reached behind her and gradually pulled down the zipper of her clinging beige dress. Gerry felt his penis lurch beneath his pants as her body came into view, her long, statuesque legs bare and curvaceous, her belly just as exposed between the narrow waistband of her thin white panties and the cups of her lacy brassiere. His penis throbbed a second time as she bent over to pick up her dress from the floor, and the full moons of her buttocks came into tantalizing sight. The boy had a completely unimpeded view as the narrow nylon strip of her panties slipped teasingly into the crevice of her buttocks from the pressure of her bent position, and then remained bunched up in the hollows as she straightened again. He watched with bated breath as the older woman walked across to the couch again and folded the dress neatly over one arm, the cheeks of her buttocks jiggling alluringly as she moved.
Laura faced her enraptured student again, smiling warmly as she slid her palms slowly up over her bare-skinned stomach, making certain that young Gerry was watching every movement she made. Then she gazed up at him through the fringe of her thick dark eyelashes, and sensuously rotated her hips as she cupped her hands up under her barely concealed breasts. A shiver of excitement ran along her spine as she saw the fourteen year old's eyes glisten lustfully from her teasing actions. Deliberately slow, his guidance counselor unfastened the brassiere and dipped forward slightly to release her lushly mounded breasts from their restraining halter. Then she stood tall again, her high, wide-set breasts jutting out like twin ruby-crested peaks waiting to be conquered, begging to be climbed. She smiled at the boy with her mouth parted and her teeth slightly bared, the tip of her wet pink tongue barely showing against her moist upper lip.
"And now for my panties, dear boy. Now I'll slip off my panties so you can see how hot and juicy my cunt is for you...." With her fingers thrust inside the elastic waistband, Laura began to roll the thin white nylon material down over her thighs and buttocks, lower and lower, until Gerry could see the first beginning tufts of blonde pubic hair peeking out around her hands. Then still lower until at last the panties came free and suddenly dropped to her ankles. Unabashed, the mature woman stepped out of her final protective covering and stood entirely naked before the pop-eyed teenager. The moist, petal-like lips of her pulsating vagina were presented to his view unadorned, the cloud of blonde pubic hair glistening in the dim light of her office. Her legs, so long and slender and satin-smooth, were wet at the juncture, with the secretions from her lubricious cuntal slit.
"Well, little lover-boy?" she sighed seductively down at him. 'is this what you wanted to see? Tell me, is it?"
"Gee, ma'am...." Gerry's voice choked in his dry, constricting throat. He stared up at the lewdly posed woman, his prick maddeningly jerking in his underpants from the transfixing sight of her wantonness. "No ... I ... I, oooh crap, yes! Yes! Yes!"
Gerry couldn't help himself any longer! The guilty admission tore from his chest in a strangled kind of cry that he scarcely recognized as his own. He kept his eyes firmly fastened on the sultry counselor as she cupped her breasts and began kneading them gently with her fingers, pushing the swollen mounds out as if presenting the teenager with two forbidden but delicious gifts of fruit. Then he watched as she slowly began to stroke her belly, moving her fingers ever so tantalizingly downward until the tips of her nails were barely touching the tender blonde curls of her pubic hair. She held that lust-taunting position for a long moment, and then placed the thumb and forefinger of her left hand on either side of the moistly gleaming lips of her vagina and spread them apart, revealing by degrees all of the pink smooth flesh of her inner crevice to the boy's disbelieving eyes. Then with her right forefinger extended, she traced downwards until it came in contact with her erect little clitoris, and she began to stroke back and forth, rubbing her other fingers in sensual cadence along the passion-drenched valley between her fleshy cuntal lips.
"And you want to fuck me, don't you, dear child?" Laura said obscenely to the awestruck boy. "I bet you want to take your clothes off like I did and slide that strong hard prick of yours right up inside my pussy here. Don't you? Don't you?"
Her last lewd appeal drove the teenager wild with frenzy. "Crap, I do! I do wanna fuck you, Miss Schuster! But ... but you're a woman, and I ... I'm just a kid! M-Maybe I couldn't do it very-"
"Oh, but you can!" Laura urged enthusiastically. "You can, and I'll show you how to!" She took a closing step to the boy, her bare feet silent on the carpet of her school office, and leaned over him until her full mature breasts danced inches from his face. "You can ... and you will, lover-boy! But first you have to get naked! You have to get as naked as I am! Hurry! I want you very, very badly, dear child! My cunt is on fire for your hard young prick!"
With numbed fingers, the incredulous freshman followed his counselor's guidance like a faithful puppy obeying its master, his developing body afire with newfound passions. Mindless with desire for the older woman, Gerry hastily unbuckled his pants and pulled them down, taking his loafers and socks with them as he threw his clothes aside. He wrenched off his sweater and T-shirt, and finally rolled his already moistened underpants down over his trembling white buttocks. Then he sat spread-legged on the couch, his slender young erection standing straight up from his hairless loins, quivering with a slight drop of seminal fluid at its blunt-headed tip.
"Oh, it's lovely, Gerry, just lovely," he heard Miss Schuster sigh delightedly. "Now tell me ... tell me you want to fuck me with it!"
"I do! Oh crap yes, I do!"
A small tormented moan of passion rended from Laura's aching chest, and she flung herself against her student on the narrow couch. She showered hot moist kisses over his tender beardless face and into the hollow of his neck, tracing her tongue down along his sensitive chest to lave the little berries of his excitedly tautened nipples. Her hand searched down to locate the tender hardness of his boyish penis, and she was thrilled by the warm firm feel of its fleshy shaft in her fingers. He was so eager and defenseless to her every perverted whim! She couldn't wait a second longer! Dimly she was aware that later she would be sorry for this, but she cared for nothing now except the sensation of his slender penis deep up inside her cunt! That would be the ultimate, to have him fuck her with his youthful enthusiasm and then spew his virile sperm from his round young testicles!
"Yes, yes fuck me, Gerry, fuck me...." she purred deliriously in his ear, rolling him around on the couch so that he was spread out lengthwise on top of her. One of her quivering legs was dangling over the edge and supporting their naked bodies from the floor, allowing the fourteen year old boy to cradle fully in the soft nest of her inner thighs. With loving tenderness she placed the rounded head of his penis against the widespread lips of her moist vaginal slit, and began to gyrate her loins around and up against his tightly held penis, pressing him deeper and deeper into her pussy with her own fingers.
"Aahhhhh!" Gerry groaned breathlessly. He thrust his lean naked pelvis down over her loins in bewildered ecstasy, wild surges of lewd sensations stabbing up through his belly.
His depraved counselor spread her legs wider on either side of him, hooking one foot over the back of the couch to give him greater access, and he could feel his hardened young cock sliding wetly along the gripping crevice of her cunt. She raised her throbbing cunt to his jerking member and sucked the entire length of his adolescent shaft of flesh right up inside her hot vaginal opening!
Ohhhhhh, crap! Oh, damn and shit, he was really fucking her! He was really fucking beautiful Miss Schuster on her office couch, the very first naked woman he had ever seen, much less fucked! Man, he sure wished that somehow the other guys could see him now, just so he could show off how grownup he was! The youngster was filled with a sense of limitless power, and with a wild cry of delight, he pressed down full against the older woman's body, pumping his slender hips forward to slide deeply up into her mature vagina like a smooth-driving piston, pushing the soft pussy-flesh in rippling waves before his rampaging penis. Laura could feel his small, sperm-filled testicles slap against the cheeks of her tightly clenching buttocks, and she groaned in submissive rapture as the boy's blunt cock-head stretched the elastic passage of her belly all the way to her cervix.
"Ohhhhh yes! Yes, dear child!" she whimpered zealously in the heated air of her office. She kicked her feet high up on either side of the tentatively rutting boy, and then locked them tightly around his tensing buttocks, urging him to keep a rhythmic motion by the action of her legs and hips. The thrill of being satisfied by so innocent a boy sent lewd chills coursing up and down her spine, and the inner muscles of her cock-milking pussy tightened around his pumping member in a pressuring squeeze of their own. She felt entranced as Gerry thrust his pelvis back and forth in his eagerness to penetrate deeper into her, and she bent all of her mind to the gratifying stimulation the fourteen year old was giving her. Passionately, she yearned for when little Gerry would shoot out his searing streams of adolescent semen and fill her thirstily sucking vagina to overflowing! God, oh God in heaven this was it! Ohhhhhh yessssss!
Gerry's features glowed with the sexual pleasure he was newly experiencing as he bucked his lust-hardened penis faster into the delicate hole of his counselor's moistly gripping pussy. The sight of Miss Schuster's naked white breasts jiggling beneath him with their rose-tipped nipples, and then the fleshy pink folds of her tightly clenching vagina as they drew against his pecker with every stroke he made-crap! It was more than his mind could take! Ohhhhh, and now she was slipping a hand down around his ass and cupping it with an insane kneading motion that he could feel all the way down to his balls! Jees! He was swelling with such a giant load of cum, and any second now he was going to shoot it all right up inside her! Right up inside his writhing counselor's willing belly! Ohhhhh!
"Oh lover-boy, oh God, my little lover-boy," Laura chanted ceaselessly up into his eager face, her eyes wide and glazed with the passion of her degeneracy. She reveled in her lewd seduction like the perverted slut she knew she was at heart, his slender young cock plunging smoothly between her tightly working thighs all the reason she needed to have! His pounding shaft of boyish flesh soothed the hunger of her all-consuming vaginal flesh, and she locked her undulating legs more firmly around his youthful loins, massaging his satin-soft buttocks with her fingers in time to the delicious fucking she was receiving. And then ... and then ...!
Then suddenly Laura gasped with excitement as she could feel his slender hardness begin to flex and swell inside her hotly pulsing cunt. The hard rubbery head of his penis flared out until she thought she would scream with delight, and her hands grasped tighter into his smooth hairless buttocks, pulling him as deep as possible between her expectant thighs. She ground up against his surging loins as her own climactic explosion spiraled up with the force of a sensual tidal wave.
"Yesssss! Oh darling Gerry, cummmmmm!" She undulated beneath her student's burrowing penis, feeling the warm juices of her orgasm seethe and flow around his hardened shaft as he began to jerk out his wildly ejaculating sperm. "Ohhhhh, yes! Yes, cum with me, lover-boy! Yes, cum with meeeeee!"
Gerry felt the swirl of churning semen which had been growing in his testicles become unbearable, and he gasped again and again in dizzying release. The hot fresh sperm rushed from his desire-tightened scrotum, up along the hard ridge of his expanding young penis and out in searing hot streams into the older woman's avidly milking cunt. "Ohhhh, Miss Schuster!
I ... I'm cumming inside you!"
"Ohhhh, fuck harder! Fuck harder!" Laura chanted mindlessly as the starving flesh of her vagina clenched spasmodically around his pumping rod of flesh, desperate to suck it dry of all its delicious virile seed. She moaned and twitched as the boy's final heated spurt came a seeming eternity later, and then she could feel his slender erection begin to deflate inside her heaving belly.
Young Gerry groaned out his satiation and collapsed on top of the mature woman, panting and sighing from his eager exertion almost like a happy baby.
Laura held the naked teenager to her heaving breast, feeling her lust-gripped mind slowly returning to reality now in the aftermath of her own tortured release. The expected shame and disgust which usually came after one of her seductions gradually filtered through her awakening senses, heightened this time by the loathsome knowledge that she'd allowed it to happen here, here in her own office with one of her own Jerico High School students. God, she'd really done it this time, hadn't she? she cursed herself as tears of regret brimmed in her eyes. She couldn't have done worse if she'd tried....
A long moment later, young Gerry slowly withdrew his limp penis and sat up on his haunches, lewdly trailing a thin gossamer thread of fresh semen along her naked belly. He eased from the couch and stood up, smiling gratefully at the guidance counselor with his newly discovered experience. Crap, he still couldn't believe he'd screwed Miss Schuster on the couch! He was afraid he should feel guilty now, as he always did after beating off in bed at night, but no such emotions were forthcoming. He only felt like a full-grown man who had satisfied a lusty woman, and it made his chest swell with pride.
"Gee, that was sure great, Miss Schuster," he said with innocent enthusiasm, his face beaming. "I can't wait to fuck you again. When can I, Miss Schuster, huh?"
Laura lay sprawled on the couch with her legs still wide apart, too morose and exhausted to move from her lewd position. "No, Gerry, no we can never do this again," she said in a low, dull voice. "Not ever again."
"Are ... are you mad at me, Miss Schuster?" the boy asked mournfully. "D-didn't I please you?"
Laura looked up at the young face hovering over her, feeling his anguish. His vulnerable adolescent ego, already on the defensive because of the differences in their ages, was wilting at the humiliation that perhaps he had done his damnedest and it hadn't been enough. Dear God, how she hated herself right then, for having stripped this darling child of his virginal innocence!
"Oh, Gerry, I'm not mad at you," she said to him tearfully. "You were man enough, believe me, but I ... I am a woman, and I should have stopped us before it was too late. It ... it was a terrible mistake, and it can never happen again. Please, Gerry, I think you better get dressed now and go."
"Gee, but I-"
"Please, Gerry. I want to be alone for a little while and think things over."
"Well, okay," he murmured, still crestfallen. "I will ... but you still like me, don't you, Miss Schuster?"
The older woman glanced away from the boy, unable to look at his lean, rippling body as he hesitantly dressed. She stared down at the pooling semen that covered her vaginal lips and sparkled in her blonde pubic hair as an obscene reminder of what had just filled her vagina to overflowing. She couldn't touch it; she couldn't move from the wetness beneath her buttocks where their mingling orgasms had dribbled out from her pussy and down beneath her milk-white inner thighs, she couldn't do anything except study the slowly dying cum and feel more humiliation and anguish than she ever had before in her life.
"I like you very much," she told him, shivering. "Too much, it seems. I'm only angry at myself for letting us make love. It's all my fault!"
"Then ... then everything will be all right?"
His guidance counselor nodded her head numbly. "Yes, it will be as if this had never taken place. Please just forget about it, Gerry. Please do; it will be best for both of us."
She heard the rustle of his clothes and the sharp sound of his belt being buckled, and turned her face to the back of the couch, not wanting the boy to see her cry. The impossible situation of degenerate love and corrupting desire clawed at her brain until she thought she would go mad, lying here on her own office couch with little Gerry watching her. She had taken his natural curiosity about sex and perverted it to satisfy her own sordid demands, and she knew now that her resolve to never fool with boys in her home town would never stop her again. It wouldn't matter where she went, she could see that now ... because no matter how far from Jerico City she got, she could never run away from herself. Dear God, what could she do? Where would this nightmare of child molesting end?
CHAPTER THREE
It was late that same day now, a Friday night of falling snow, and air dry and icy. Drifts were piling up dangerously on the sidewalks and streets of Jerico City, the snow having thickened considerably since it had begun again just after dark. The trip to Boris Chilton's house was a winter wonder-ride, Laura Schuster told herself as she sat beside the older shop instructor in his Porsche speedster. The road wound through the lovely wooded hills east of the downtown sector, up in the nicer residential area, and she could see the sweep of the town below, its myriad of shining lights twinkling through the snowflakes like a thousand fireflies.
But no matter how beautiful the January scene was, or how pleasant and charming Boris had been on their date so far, Laura was unable to shake the constant torment of despair and oppression. Looking down at her mature figure wrapped in thick cardigan, wool slacks, and heavy coat, the sombre guidance counselor knew she showed no outward signs of her depraved seduction of young Gerry Kane in her high-school office only hours earlier. But she sensed they were there nonetheless, seared on her heart and soul like the marks of an obscene branding iron. She sighed pensively, caught in a terrible maze of guilt and dread, feeling there was nowhere to turn, no one to help her in dealing with her sordid desire for sweet, good-looking teenagers. Despite the fact that a man who professed love for her was only a foot or so from her, she felt alone and helpless, unable to resolve what to do about her lewd uncontrollable urges.
She pulled her coat more tightly around her body and hugged herself with her arms as if bitterly cold; even though the heater was on full and the small sports car was very warm. She tried desperately to shake the lewd memories from her head, just as she had been attempting unsuccessfully to do ever since Boris had picked her up to take her to dinner. But little, Gerry's sperm is still lying pooled in my belly, she moaned haplessly to herself, a reminder too strong to let her forget how quickly her cherished promises had crumbled under the force of her monstrous lustings.
Once more her thoughts returned to how she had put back on her beige dress and forlornly stumbled from her office to drive home. She remembered again that her first wild emotion upon reaching her apartment had been to purge herself of the boy's warm semen which had glistened so whitely on the soft blonde curls and wet pink lips of her vagina. She had stood fast in the shower and mercilessly scrubbed her soiled body while scalding streams of water had cascaded down over her skin, turning it an angry red. Then she had briskly dried herself as though she were heaping further punishment on her tingling flesh, but a single glance at the hall clock told her there wasn't time for a douche to clean the insides of her belly. Boris would be there at any minute to collect her for their date. As unclean as she'd felt, she had hurriedly dressed herself with as many body-coverings as she could, wanting nothing more urgently than to hide all of her betraying flesh from view. Her next reaction had been to rush into the kitchen and open the upper cabinet to reach for a nearly full bottle of gin.
Boris had arrived by the time the bottle was half empty, and while Laura felt ashamed to greet him after drinking so much, she couldn't help feeling grateful for the faint light-headedness that swirled through her bloodstream and eased the torture paralyzing her brain. He had taken her to Luigj's, an Italian restaurant which had become a favorite rendezvous for them, its atmosphere the spawning place for innumerable romantic hours between them. Tonight it had seemed almost sacriligious that she should bring her own morbid unhappiness to the gentle and sophisticated man as he'd sat across from her at one of the intimate tables. He'd tried to cheer her up with light banter and jokes, not knowing the reason for her despondency and unable to draw out from her the lurid reason behind it. But he had not given up, patience being one of his most sterling traits. It hadn't been his fault that her guilt about molesting the freshman student haunted her until she feared she'd go crazy. She had continued to drink needfully, first the dinner wine and then the liqueurs afterwards, the alcohol her only succor to the obscene images of Gerry which charged convulsively through her mind.
She had raped the boy! That was exactly what she'd done, she kept telling herself; a lewd, licentious raping of his innocence. He had run chagrined and confused from her office after he'd dressed, and there was no telling what he might do now that he was out of her sight. She'd warned him not to say a word, but a child of his age and temperament had so little control. A horrible nightmare kept welling up in the older woman as she envisioned the youth bragging to his friends how he'd fucked the school guidance counselor, or confessing to his parents out of shame and bewilderment. What would happen to her once everybody in Jerico City learned she was a child molestor? The mere idea of what Boris might do had been enough to make her refill her glass at every opportunity.
Now, riding in his Porsche, Laura glanced at the older teacher and realized dizzily that she was rather drunk. Boris was a superb driver, and she had no qualms about letting him fight the slippery miles of road, watching him drive with almost feline grace, the strong muscles rippling along his arms and legs as he braked and steered. He was wearing an English tweed suit and hand-knit tie, his hair, sprinkled with silver, damp from the snow which had fallen on it when they'd left Luigi's. Lord, but he was a handsome and appealing man, she thought, feeling a small, reflexive shiver of fascination move briefly along her spine. If only she could respond to him the way a normal, healthy woman should! But in the wake of her perverted debauchery with Gerry, she realized more strongly than ever what she'd long been aware of: She couldn't. She couldn't, and it wasn't fair to lead him on the way she had on the off-chance that some miracle would suddenly change her lifetime of wickedness.
And perhaps even worse was the thought of what could happen if she ever did learn to react with sexual fervor to his attention. My God, to live under the same roof with his two adorable sons, the very sight of whom made her want to eat them alive! Would it be Boris or the boys she'd want to possess ... or both?
The only reason she'd agreed to go with Boris to his house tonight was because she knew his sons, Jesse and Hal, were in bed and asleep. In her mind's eye she could see them ... Jess, the older one, with striking brown eyes and a piercing smile just like his father. Even his curly brown hair had been inherited from his paternal side, and it was obvious that the teenager would grow to be tall and broad-shouldered as his father was. And Hal, two years younger, smaller than his brother, but with the same brown locks and an adorable puckish face. God, how big would his penis be at the age of fourteen? As big as Gerry's had been this afternoon? Four or five inches when hard, slender and eager and...?
Damn! She had to get hold of herself! But after this afternoon, it was all too obvious that she could no longer trust herself. There was nothing she could do to stop once the horrible passions rose inside of her, and no pledge or vow would be able to endure for long in the presence of those two delightful children. In the end ... Lord, as sure as there was day and night, she would give in, and she couldn't continue seeing Boris whether she loved him or not. In the end she would destroy them all!
Boris smiled winningly over at the despondent woman riding beside him, wondering why she was so sad this evening and worried that it was because of him. It was almost as if she could read his mind, and was reluctant even to be with him! Her beauty stunned him, her shoulder-length blonde hair literally blinding him with the need to touch it, run his fingers through it, bury his face in it. Blast it, he had a urge to stop the car right where it was and sink his cock up into her warm belly until she screamed for mercy! He'd been pursuing that luscious body of hers with all the charm and charisma he could possibly muster, but that inherent puritanism of hers had always prevailed until he was beside himself with distraction. Yet despite her resistance to his blandishments, he could detect a latent hot streak in the young counselor that seemingly had never been aroused before, and there was a certain challenge and excitement to how best surmount her barrier and turn her on. Still, it was becoming increasingly difficult to hold his desires in check, and even now this air of concern and love he was portraying was so shallow that he feared she had seen through it.
But maybe, tonight, he whispered to himself. Yes, maybe tonight he'd finally score. She'd had so much to drink, she was almost in a stupor of alcohol, and spirits of any kind had a way of softening up her cold reserve. Just the sight of her and the way her eyes were half-lidded and cast in his direction made his penis throb with beginning erection! But he knew from years of experience that to suddenly force his lewd intentions upon the voluptuous young blonde would only turn her against him. Once in the intimacy of his home, though, perhaps he could overcome her, and lead an otherwise unwilling lover not only to his bed, but turn her into a seething, hungrily demanding partner as well.
Unfortunately, there wasn't as much time as he would have liked to have with her. He had purposely set up a false excuse so that she would have to stay the weekend at his house, with the idea in mind that if he failed tonight, then: would be all of Saturday and Sunday to do as he wished. Unfortunately, the scheme had backfired, and he had discovered to his dismay that he would have to be gone for one and possibly two of the days. It was enough to drive a sane man to drink! As it stood, he could still have her stay over, but he would have to work faster than he'd originally planned, having to risk her displeasure. Philosophically, Boris considered that these were the fortunes of the game, and at least there was tonight....
"You have no idea," he said, "how glad I am that you could be with me tonight."
"Oh?" Laura raised an eye-brow inquisitively. "Why?"
"My mother, bless her grey-haired old head, has taken a decided turn for the worse," he said, "You know how bad her heart is, and she had a relapse last week, almost unable to breathe, the poor dear."
"I'm sorry to hear that. Your mother is a wonderful lady. I like her very much." Which was true; Laura had found an odd rapport with the bedridden oldster from the first moment she'd met feeble Mrs. Chilton. It was one of those pitiful cases which tugged at her heartstrings-the plight of the elderly woman with nothing to do but wait for death was a depressing reminder of one's own morality.
Now comes the zinger, Boris thought, although it was changed somewhat from his first plan. "Yes, well unhappily I have to be gone tomorrow. It's not just down to the school or anywhere closeby, but all the way over to Sheridan."
"Why, that's a good fifty miles from here!" Laura exclaimed. "What will your mother do if anything happens to her?"
"That's the trouble," Boris said with a long face, inwardly gloating that Laura had taken the bait and was hooked. "You see, usually if she had a relapse, there would be the neighbors or me down at the school, not ten minutes away, or the hospital, or something. But I won't be here, the kids are still a little young to take proper care of her, and besides, they'll want to be out playing in the snow. And speaking of the snow, the weather would pretty well hamper any rescue effort reaching her in time. You know how heart patients are."
"Yes, yes I do."
"You have had nurses training, haven't you?"
"Of course. It's standard procedure for social workers like me. I've taken the Red Cross life-saving course, and even spent some time in nurses aid. But why?"
"Well ... could you stay overnight and through tomorrow until I return?"
"Oh, really!" Laura gasped, sucking in her breath. "Oh, Boris, I can't!"
"Please, Laura, I beg you to."
"But ... but I didn't bring anything with me," she stammered, searching desperately for an excuse to tell him. She couldn't possibly give him the real reason for her declining: That she was afraid to be in the house alone with his sons so close, so temptingly close....
"You don't need anything, my dear," Boris urged. "My mother has a bathrobe you can use, and there's nothing wrong with what you have on now for tomorrow." He gave her a thin, forlorn smile. "I have nobody else to turn to. Please say you will, Laura."
Laura clenched her eyes tightly shut, astounded by his request. Her mind was in a whirl of conflicting emotions, every one of her senses telling her to say no ... no at all costs! Yet what possible reason could she give Boris? There was simply no way of hiding a curt brush-off behind a phony excuse. He would see right through it, and she knew he'd be hurt at the unexplainable lie. Even though she knew that she would have to stop seeing him anymore, this was obviously not the time nor place to do it, not when he was in desperate need for help and his mother so close to death. To repulse the older man and cause his bitter resentment could open up a Pandora's box of constant unpleasantness at school. When she did finally break off with the shop instructor, it would have to be done without offending him in any fashion.
"Is-isn't there any other way?" she asked him timorously.
"Not that I can think of, my dear, and believe me, I've searched for another answer. But this came up so swiftly, I don't know what else can be done. Say you will, Laura, say you will for Mother's sake...."
God, his mother! If the old lady were to die after she'd turned him down, Boris would never forgive her-possibly even hate her! And she'd never forgive herself, either! She sighed brokenly as she felt herself trapped into capitulation. But then came the one redeeming thought that perhaps she would find the strength necessary to fight any temptations which might come her way while there with Jesse and Hal. Lord knew she would need all she had, but if she could...! It would be the test, the battle to see if ever she could hope for a decent, clean life. She might fail, but if she were to win, what better proof could she possibly offer herself that she'd beaten her lewd afflictions?
"All right, Boris," she said reluctantly after a moment. "All right, I'll stay over. But you promise me you'll come back just as soon as you possibly can."
"I promise, my dear." He grinned heartily at her, figuring once settled, it would be that much simpler to talk her into staying Saturday night, and then Sunday. "Yes, I've a feeling this is the best solution all the way around. I've had so much trouble knowing what to do since my wife died."
"I imagine you have, what with two boys to raise and your mother to take care of."
"It's been seven years now, Laura," he continued, his voice heavy with regret. "I ... I wish you would change your mind and marry me. I'm lonely and the boys need a mother very much."
"Oh God, Boris, I don't want to talk about that now."
"No, no you never do, do you?" His sad eyes searched her own across the dimly lit interior. "But at least you're not turning me down for this weekend..Thank you for that."
"I ... I'm glad to," Laura said slowly, shifting to look out the window. Almost gratefully she saw they were turning into Boris' driveway now, and she wouldn't have to continue this poignant conversation any further.
"Well, here we are," Boris said as he pulled to a halt and shut off the engine. He had stopped beneath a tree that swept over the roof of the Porsche with branches loaded with snow; directly ahead of them was his two-story home with its long stone porch. There were narrow French windows lining the front, ivy-covered brick sides, and a gabled, peaked room that sat on top like a Swiss yodeler's hat. As they started to walk up to the house, Boris laughingly shook the tree uunder which his Porsche was parked, and a pile of snow dropped on top of Laura.
"Oh!" she gasped, shaking the snow off of her, and then catching the spirit of the play, she scooped up a handful and threw a snowball at Boris, catching him on the chest. For a few wild moments they romped like children in the front yard of his house, and by the time they quit, they were both chilled and drenched to the skin. Laughing at each other, they climbed the steps to the porch, and Boris opened the door with his key. Laura stamped the snow from her shoes, sighing with cheek-flushed pleasure at the games they'd played, her first momentary relief from the depression which preyed upon her mind.
The Chilton living room ran almost the length of the house, with pleasant, old-styled furniture of warm wood and subdued fabric, and a large fireplace against one wall. A glassed-in door led to a flagstone patio that in summer could be used for sunbathing, as Laura already knew, but now it was tightly shut by the snow packing against it, drapes pulled in front of it and blocking the cold view of the back yard.
But no more had the blonde woman taken a glimpse of the room, than Boris suddenly seized her in his arms, turning her around in his embrace and kissing her full on the lips. He ground his mouth wetly down on hers, pressing her lips back hard against her teeth. Laura felt herself stiffen with surprise, and then the soft eagerness of his tongue bid for entry, and she gently pushed free of him.
"No, Boris," she said firmly, sucking in her breath.
"Yes, you're right my dear," he said smiling down at her. "It isn't too comfortable to kiss with your coat on like that." He tugged at his own clinging wet clothing, and added: "Well, take it off and I'll pour us some brandy."
Unbuttoning her coat, Laura ruefully saw that the snow had seeped through it. "I'm afraid it goes further than my coat, Boris. My slacks are dripping."
"Well, you can't stay like that. You'll catch your death of cold. Why don't you use the bathroom and take your things off?"
"And then what, Mr. Chilton?" she heard herself say thickly, still giddy from the exertion and all that she had drunk that evening. "I suppose you want me to parade around here with nothing on?"
Boris laughed, wishing at heart she would do just that. "No, no, Mother's bathrobe is in there, and a couple of minutes in front of the fireplace, and your clothes will be toasty dry. I'll light the fire while you do, and then go up to my bedroom and change myself."
Laura looked down at herself, knowing that if she were to stay overnight anyway, she should get out of her sodden garments as soon as she could. She glanced at the older man again. "No funny business if I do."
"Now, I won't promise that, my dear," he replied impishly. "Not with the most lovely woman in Jerico City running half-naked around my own home. What kind of red-blooded American male do you take me for, anyway?"
"Well, in that case...."
"But," he continued, "that bathrobe should cover you just as well as you are now, and without the chance of getting pneumonia from it. And I'll be changed."
"I recall what happened to me when I was in my bikini here last summer," she said wryly, then put her hands on her hips and eyed him, her head tilted to one side. "I handled you then ... so I guess I can handle you again now.
It was all in fun, this teasing, and helped continue the refreshing gaiety which fooling around in the snow had sparked. Laura walked jauntily out of the living room and down the short hall to the bathroom, which was next to the staircase leading to the second floor. "You go ahead and light that fire, Boris, I'll only be a moment."
"Yes, my dear."
In the bathroom, the young woman quickly shed her cardigan and slacks, then stripped the cold wet brassiere and panties from her skin. She grabbed up a fluffy towel to rub herself dry, and caught her naked image in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. Staring at the reflection of her high-mounded white breasts, at their taut fullness, Laura recalled how young Gerry's body had made them come alive, the nipples straining as though they had wanted to break lose from her body. Then she let her eyes trail down the glass, seeing the smooth curve of her stomach and the soft swell of her pubic mound, wincing as she thought shamefully of her wanton sexual desires.
Laura angrily turned away, feeling her melancholic mood returning like a dark grey cloud and ruining the lightness of only moments before. But the uneasy depression would not be banished or ignored again, the unhappy result of an action she had never learned to justify in herself, no matter how hard she tried. She sat on the edge of the tub and began to dry her feet, and the soft silky hair of her vagina spread slightly so she couldn't avoid seeing all of her pink-fleshed cuntal valley in the mirror opposite her. The sight of her gently aching pussy reminded her again of how the eager teenager's innocent delight had wakened an unquenchable passion in her loins, ending in a devouring climax that had left her mentally shaken but physically content. Oh God, this was a mistake, taking her clothes off in here like this! The liquor in her blood had made her just reckless enough to agree to this absurdity of stripping down to the nude, and she was suddenly feeling very hot and dizzy. She was going to have coffee from now on tonight, and not a touch of brandy, even if Boris insisted, because she was obviously going to have to keep her head.
Suddenly she bolted upright, and held the towel defensively in front of her. The bathroom door had opened, and Boris was standing in the threshold wearing nothing but a tight pair of jockey underpants!
"Boris! You ... you promised me!"
The older teacher came toward her, shaking his head. "No, I didn't," he grinned, and she saw the heavy sag in the front of his thin shorts pointing obscenely in her direction. Before she could protest further, he was pressing his all but naked flesh against her, kissing her again with a fury, flattening and spreading her lips open until his tongue splurged deep into her mouth. His hands commenced to explore her defenseless body, only this time there was no hindering clothes to stop him from reaching her swelling breasts. She shuddered as the ardent older man gently teased the exposed buds of her nipples behind the thin strip of towel still clutched uselessly in her fingers. She groaned, wriggling with uncertainty and fear, but that only made matters worse, as the towel dropping to the floor and leaving her entirely uncovered. She could feel his touch softly work over her naked skin and caress her breasts to responsive hardness, and despite herself, she found that her breath was beginning to come in short, labored gasps. She twisted futilely against his strong muscular chest, attempting to extinguish the tendril of fire that was beginning to grow against her will between her thighs.
Dear God, what was happening to her? This was sheer lunacy, allowing herself to react like this to first a young boy and then a man ... a man she knew she could never ultimately be pleased by! She had to stop it! She had to stop them both!
"Boris! Boris!" she hissed almost hysterically. "We can't do this! It ... it's wrong! What if your children saw us like this?"
"They won't. They're upstairs and so is Mother, all fast asleep with visions of sugar-plums dancing in their heads. It's just you and me, with nothing to come between us," His lips whispered moist entreaties, using words Laura would never have imagined this suave gentleman to have in his vocabulary, but which for all of her reluctance were oddly exciting to hear. She squeezed her naked thighs together, determined to overcome the slight temptations which were growing in her alcohol-freed mind, knowing that even to have allowed him to touch her breasts was wrong ... wrong!
"I can teach you about love, Laura," Boris whispered salaciously. "Christmas time isn't over yet. Let me fill your stocking with joy...."
"No! No, I-I don't want that!" the demuring woman moaned, squirming away from his lewdly brushing fingertips. "It's not right! Please! It's late ... and you must let me go!"
"Now, now, my pet. You know you want me...."
"Oh God, I don't! I don't!" she groaned beseechingly. But in the depths of her subconsciousness, Laura realized that she was responding to the gentle yet firmly massaging hand around her pulsating breast. Dear God, she was finding it arousing, and by a full-grown man at that! For a sudden moment, she wistfully thought that perhaps this time, with Boris Chilton, she could be able to truly lose her inhibitions against adult males and do what should come naturally to her as a mature, normal woman. And if she could ... who was to know except him ... he who loved her so much?
The lust-enraged shop instructor crushed the quivering young blonde harder to him, disregarding her hands against his hairy chest as his hot moist lips came down hard upon her mouth again. Laura groaned feebly in protest, surprised at the delicious warmth of his lips against her own, ashamed at her weakness in fighting him. He was too strong, and she knew her own naked flesh was beginning to betray her from the dulling effects of the alcohol she'd consumed. And ever more forcefully came the thought that she was responding to a man, and that she was afraid to stop him for fear she'd never have another chance to prove she was a healthy woman.
She allowed herself to stand in limp surrender as her date slowly slipped down on his knees in front of her on the bathroom floor. She felt the heat of his panting breath rushing against her skin as his head moved lower ... lower down to bring his moist lips locking wetly upon the full curve of her breasts.
"God, oh God," she whimpered, knowing she had to fight, but not knowing how to halt the older man before it was too late. She tried to protest in words and with her hands, but neither would respond as his eagerly sucking mouth played for long, delicious moments on her pulsing breasts and bursting, berry-like nipples. She spasmed reflexively as his hands began to trail a teasing path down over her gently quivering belly to part the curly blonde hair at the crest of her vaginal slit. There he played tauntingly, filling her loins with tormenting sensations, and then his fingers curled downwards into the moistly secreting crevice of her fleshy pink cunt. His fingertips softly grazed the tiny bud of her clitoris, sending it swelling into quivering erection, and she gasped involuntarily as wild electric shocks of pleasure washed through her liquor-heightened senses. She ground her needful pussy out against Boris' hand with unconscious abandonment, unable to cease herself from spreading her thighs with unwanted passion to his thrusting fingers which were now dipping wetly up into her vagina.
"Ohhhhh, Boris! Boris!" she sighed, undulating her buttocks with rising excitement as her body responded against her will. This wasn't like her, not like her at all! She didn't like men! She didn't want men! Only little boys ever thrilled her like this!
"Stop Boris, oh in heaven's name, stop!" she panted helplessly above his face. "Dear God, you mustn't...."
"But I must, Laura dear, I must," he murmured around her desperately heaving breast. "There's only tonight, for tomorrow I'll be gone!"
He groaned with the obscene desire to finally possess this warmly throbbing vagina he'd so long been pursuing, the very idea of fucking Miss Laura Schuster making his penis stab painfully against the tightness of his shorts. Unable to control his overwhelming greed for this moaning woman curvaceously twisting against him, he stood up again and began to frantically push his semen-moistened shorts down over his thighs and buttocks. Jesus, he had to have her! Right now, before he started to cum in his pants!
The bathroom whirled around Laura as she shivered in horrified fascination before the naked older man. She could see through the dimness of her alcohol-filmed eyes the hugeness of his hard fleshy penis as-he slid his shorts down his legs and drew them entirely off. She found herself staring at it with a suddenly rising horror, the giant erection which reared from hi hairy abdomen looking like a huge mailed fist to her, his bloated, sperm-filled testicles hanging menacingly at its base. It couldn't be true! Dea God, he would split her right up the middle with a thing that big inside her!
"No, Boris! No, you mustn't!"
"Yes, yes...." It was only inches away from spearing her cringing belly! Ripping into her vagina to pound her flesh with savage brutality until it inundated her womb with endless streams of lewd white semen...! The visions o her struggling under its inhuman size flashed through her brain with horror and pain shattering the mindless bliss of a moment before.
"No! No, in heaven's name, no!" she pleaded with tear-streaked eyes at the crouching man. "No, never! I won't let you! I won't let you!" She struggled against him with insane strength, raking her long fingernails into the flesh of Boris' chest. Then she turned and twisted from his urgent grip, her brain pulsing with the single panicky dread that she must escape ... she must run ... run ...!
"Laura! Laura, wait!"
Boris clutched at her legs, but she was already racing nakedly out the bathroom door and down the narrow hall, her voluptuous breasts dancing wildly and her lungs threatening to burst from fear and exertion. The terrified blonde was sped on by the knowledge of the dishonest ravishment she must avoid, this one burning thought making her uncaring that she was without clothing, without pride, without anything except fear.
Boris ran after her, her quivering buttocks a shimmering white spectacle that only urged the man on stronger. He saw her reach the living room and then stumble as her toes caught in the long shag of the carpeting. Her flashing legs twisted beneath her, and losing balance, she fell sprawling on her back, her legs opening wide as she landed.
Boris Chilton leaped forward and caught her in that position before she could struggle upright again. "Ahhhh," he sighed jubilantly, clamping his palms against the soft insides of her unintentionally parted thighs. "Ahhhh, my pet, you won't get away again!"
"Let go! Let go of me!" Laura fought to close her legs, but it was a hopelessly one-sided battle-he was much too strong for her. She could see him hunched down between her thighs, holding her fast in an iron-like grip no matter how she tried to squirm away, leering down like a beast of prey ready to devour its fear-stricken victim spread in helpless sacrifice before it.
"Oh please, Boris, oh please don't! I ... I'll do anything you want, but not this, not this! I-I can't go through with making love with you!"
"Too late, my dear," he said with a grin playing across his handsome lips. "There's a time for being shy and modest, and a time for getting down to business. Well, now that you're naked and raring to go-and you do want me to fuck you, I know you do deep down in your heart-I'm not going to let some silly display of last-minute coyness ruin a good time for both of us!"
"No! I don't want you to! I don't! You-you don't understand me!"
Boris laughed out loud gleefully. "But I do, Laura my pet! You're a prick-teaser! You're a beautiful woman with sexy legs and big bazooms and men fall all over themselves to get at you. And after you lead us on-and I'm including myself-you work us into a lather for you and then kick us in the balls. Well, it won't work on me, Laura, not any longer! I'm not going to be your sucker ever again!"
She stared petrified up at the hunching man, shocked witless with disbelief. She couldn't believe what he was saying! How could he be so crude, so obscene to her, when he'd been so gentlemanly before? She wanted to deny his filthy accusations, but she stopped herself, knowing the truth was even more debasing! She could only lie frozen to the carpet, her humiliation complete as she watched his tongue slowly circling his lips in eager preparation.
Boris placed his hands flat against the insides of her thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy lips of her cunt. Then with a slow outward motion, he drew the flushed round crest apart and exposed the pinkly cowering flesh of her defenseless pussy-slit to the mercy of his gaze. He stared at it greedily for a moment and then with an animal-like groan, he dropped his face and buried the full length of his tongue snake-like up into the warmly throbbing walls of her vagina.
Laura jerked, a soul-searing moan escaping from her constricted lungs. Her buttocks ground down into the floor, trying to escape the maddening assault on her trembling cuntal slit as the older man's head rocked up and down in lascivious hunger between her wide-held legs. "I can't be, it can't be," she groaned over and over to herself in undisguised misery and shame, her head up off the rug and watching in horrified disbelief that this nightmare was actually happening to her. His tongue speared in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her vagina crevice, just as the boy's mouth had done in those pornographic pictures young Gerry Kane had shown her that afternoon. She had thought it to be a wicked and debasing act against nature, in spite of what she'd advised the boy about love and passion ... but now, even though she felt terror and revulsion at being an unwilling partner to such obscenities, secret little wisps of forbidden sensation were stealing slowly up from her pulsating loins. Her arms lay tensed at her sides, while her firm full breasts jiggled slightly from the lewd buffeting her body was undergoing.
Boris reached up over the smooth flatness of her quivering belly, his fingers rolling the hardened nipples of her breasts with unrelenting passion. As his mouth and lips worked slavishly in depraved subjugation at the wide-splayed tightness of her cunt, his eyes remained opened wide, watching in arrogant delight the contortions of her beautiful face. He was waiting, waiting as he had so many times before, for the signs of sexual surrender that this time would mean her total submission to him. And he was sure, as sure as he had been when he'd attacked her in the bathroom, that they would soon be coming....
The unexpected searing contact with the sensitive softness of her pussy brought long low whines of anguish from the high school guidance counselor. Laura's lips bared back over her even white teeth as small goosebumps of unmistakable excitement rippled across her naked flesh. She sobbed helplessly before the shop teacher's plundering attack, and despite the horror at what she was being forced to accept, she felt her body slowly begin to desert her. Her buttocks jerked upwards responsively, involuntarily pressing against the darting tongue, sending spasms of delicious sensation coursing through her tingling nerve-endings.
"I can't, I can't be...." The cruel realization of her loss of control hit the spread-eagled blonde girl with its full impact, bringing further cries of shame and agony at the thought. Not only was she committing the lewd act of fellatio with a man-dear God, a man!-but she was actually starting to enjoy it! This was worse than her submission in the bathroom, which at least had the appearance of normal sex attached to it To give in now would surely mean he would rape her with his thick brutal cock, giving her no chance of escape! Dear God, she must fight with all her strength! She must not succumb as she almost had in the bathroom to the betrayal of her flesh! She mustn't let him win! She mustn't.
But it was a losing battle as Boris licked ceaselessly at her naked wet vagina below. The long desperate struggle to resist surrendering to a full-grown man lessened with every passing second, until at last her shamelessly aroused body completely capitulated. Thoughts of her previous life with boys, thoughts of her writhing abandonedly on the carpet now, thoughts of the depraved attack which was to follow surely as night does day ... they all were forgotten with the delightful shafts of pleasure piercing through her veins like tiny pricking needles of fire.
The prostrate young woman squirmed and bucked under the maddening torture of Boris Chilton's insanely laving tongue until she thought the pounding of her heart would break through her chest. She groaned and gasped, her hands locking tightly behind his head and pulling the punishing tongue deeper into her loins.
Boris could feel the soft blonde pubic hairs grazing tantalizingly against his cheeks as she ground her buttocks up against him in slow, hypnotic rhythm. She was his at last, he gloated ... Yes, by Jesus, it wouldn't be long before he would ram his aching cock up into that tender white belly of hers and shoot his cum into her steaming hot cunt. She was going to get fucked by him until she forgot she'd ever wanted to say no to him! As long as she lived, she would never foget this night with him!
It seemed as though his savage licking of her vagina would go on forever, when suddenly Boris stopped and forced his head up from the tight restrictive grip of her hands. He kneeled up over her throbbingly undulating thighs, and with the sublime contact of his lips and tongue now gone, Laura let her head fall back on the rug, sobbing away the desperate humiliation which came pouring over her again. The sight of lying under this older man, stripped naked of her clothes and will power, was more than she could bear. The shame of the weakness of her flesh momentarily brought her back to cold reality, but then he spoke:
"Now I'm going to screw you, my dear," he breathed up at her from where he kneeled between her defenselessly open legs. "I'm going to screw you like you've never been screwed before, and I'm going to make you jerk and scream with this hard cock of mine inside your cunt! I'm going to make you beg for more before I'm done!"
Laura lay still, with her thighs parted for him, her breath coming so fast she felt her lungs would burst. Her belly heaved and quivered as if he already had the long thick lust-hardened penis sunk deep inside her tender belly. He was going to ravish her helpless body no matter how she might plead with him not to do it....
And neither she nor her unwanted lover heard the sharp intake of breaths from the two young figures crouched in the darkness of the stairwell. Nor did they see the way the one was lewdly grinning at the other with eager anticipation of what they were about to witness. Jules and Hal Chilton choked back the insane desire to shout out encouragement at the tops of their lungs and urge their father on. Their father! Their own father nakedly rutting on the living room floor with lovely Miss Schuster of the guidance counseling office! Hot damn, it was too much to believe!
CHAPTER FOUR
About fifteen minutes before young Jules and Hal witnessed the plundered licking of their counselor's vagina by their father, Hal had been awakened by their noises. He had been sleeping soundly and had thought at first they were a dream, but they came again, louder, jarring him to his senses.
Something was wrong downstairs! Other muffled sounds were echoing through the bedroom walls as well. Sounds that were not familiar to the inexperienced fourteen year old boy, but seemed to him in his immaturity to be cries of terror and pleading. He glanced at the luminous dial of the Donald Duck alarm clock on the nightstand between his bed and his brother's, and saw that it was not yet twelve o'clock. He had not even been asleep an hour though it had seemed like a full night.
He sat up in bed, listening intently. There was silence for a long moment, and Hal was almost convinced it had been a nightmare when came another sound, this time of running feet. Cripes, it wasn't his imagination after all!
"Jules! Hey, Jules!" he called out to his sixteen year old brother. "Wake up!"
"Wha-? Wha's wrong?" Jules rolled over and raised up on an elbow to face Hal, rubbing his sleepy eyes with the fist of his other hand. "What the hell are you up to now?"
"I hear something! I hear something downstairs!"
"Aw, that's just Dad coming home," Jules groaned, sinking back down again between his sheets. "God, what a baby you are!"
"Shhh! It's not either! Listen!"
"You mean it?" Jules was sitting up, concentrating on catching any sound he could. After a second, he too heard some weird moans and sighs and the thrashing of bodies. "Holy cow, maybe it's a burglar!" He hopped out of bed and groped his way to the door, pressing his ear to the heavy paneling to see if he could make out what the noises were. Hal crawled up beside him, his hand automatically reaching for the knob and twisting it.
"Don't be stupid, stupid," Jules snapped at the younger boy, slapping his hand. "If it is a burglar or something, we can't go rushing out there!"
"What'll we do?"
"I dunno. Let me think." More unmistakable sounds of movement and pain made its way through the thickness of the door. Both boys thought they could hear whimpering but it was impossible to tell.
"Think we oughta call the cops?" Hal whispered, frightened.
"Sure, right on," Jules sneered. "The phone is downstairs where all the shit's happening. Besides, we better find out what's what before we go doing anything like that."
"Well, maybe we could just sneak out quiet-like...."
"Yeah-we could try," Jules said hesitantly, not really wanting to, and feeling just as scared as his younger brother. Not that he'd ever admit that, especially not to Hal! "Be quiet, now. We'll just take a fast peek to find out if everything's okay...."
Jules silently turned the door-knob and opened it carefully, tip-toeing out into the upstairs hallway. It was very dark, but they didn't turn on any lights, looking both ways carefully as if expecting the bogeyman to be lurking in the shadows. On one side of them was their grandmother's room, but Agatha Chilton wouldn't have been disturbed if the house had burned down around her, not once she was asleep. On the other side was their father's bedroom, which they could see was black and empty, the door to it slightly ajar. Next to that was the staircase, and they could see the bright outline of lights on down below, and now the sounds were far more distinct.
"Oh, God, Boris, no! No!" It sounded like a woman, her voice drunkenly slurred in a desperate pleading tone that the boys had never heard before! Hal paled in the darkness, clutching his older brother, but Jules was just as uncertain what to do next. Their father was obviously hurting her, whoever she was, but is didn't sound like it was entirely against her will the way she was crying. Perhaps he was only playing with her, rehearsing for a school play or something, his own voice muffled and harsh sounding to his two sons.
"Well, at least it ain't no burglar," Jules whispered after a moment. "That's Dad down there, all right."
"But who's the woman with him?"
"How would I know, stupid? Come on, we'll take a look!" The older boy took a deep breath, and with his brother hugging onto his pajamas, he worked his way slowly and silently to the stairs. His whole body was tense as he pressed down against the plank flooring of the hall.
There was a squeak!
Their hearts stopped in their young chests! Their father and the lady must've heard it, it was so loud! But no, the strange noises coming from down in the living room continued without letup, their intensity increasing with each passing moment. The boys started down the steps, one at a time very slowly ... pausing on their toes after each one ... gripping the baggy trousers of their pajamas so that they would be sure not to trip and fall....
They reached the landing, which afforded a complete view of the entrance way and the front of the living room through the bannisters. Hal and Jules hunkered down, the brilliant light blinding them as they peered to see what was going on, and it took a moment for their eyes to focus.
And then they saw-and both of the teenagers sucked in their breaths, cold chills running crazily up the full lengths of their spines!
There on the carpet was their father, kneeling nakedly between the wide-spread white legs of Miss Schuster! His head was moving obscenely up and down, and they could hear the wild sucking sounds of his mouth against her pussy! He was sucking her off! Their own father and Miss Schuster, the school counselor!
"Cripes, Hal, do you see what I see?"
"Yeah! I don't believe it!"
"Gee, what do you think we oughta do? Go down and break them up? I mean ... Dad ain't supposed to be doing things like that, is he?"
Hal raised his hand to his mouth and stifled a giggle. "No, but man, I bet he'd be mad if we interrupted him, though! He sure seems to be having fun, don't he?"
"And she don't seem to be fighting it too much, either. She sure is good looking, ain't she?"
"Yeah...." The proper and modest Miss Laura Schuster they both knew from high school was an entirely different woman to the two young students now as they sat secretly hunched on the stair landing. They could not understand the sudden change which their father had wrought in her, and they stared bug-eyed at her depraved ravishment, hypnotically frozen by its very lewdness.
"Yeah, she sure is," Hal said again, his thin, high-pitched voice thick with excitement. His eyes followed the writhing contours of her completely naked body on the carpet, fixing momentarily on her rose-tipped breasts which jutted upwards in their voluptuous fullness.
Slowly his gaze moved down her sides to the gentle undulation of her flat white belly, then rolled over the sensual rise of her mature thighs until he was studying the blonde pubic curls where his father was hungrily licking.
"I wouldn't break them two up for nothing!" he heard Jules swallow. "No, sirree, we'd get it bad from both of them!"
"Do you ... do you think we should go back to bed?"
"Are you kidding, stupid? And miss this terrific show?" Jules glanced scoffingly at his brother and then turned back to the obscene display on the living room floor. "Naw, I'm going to sit here and watch!" he said, and shuddered from the sexual stimulation that indulging in something forbidden gives, even when it's wrong and there's a danger of getting caught. The heat and excitement of the room was beginning to arouse the youth even as he looked, and he felt a slight electric tingle dart delightfully through his slender loins at the erotic view.
Both young sons could see their father's tongue licking madly up between the older woman's thighs. Her gleaming white legs were splayed out wide on either side of his plunging face, her hands locked tightly in his hair and pulling him into her cunt with all of her strength. Hal and Jules could see the cords standing out on her inner thighs as she struggled crazily to get their father to lick and suck her pussy harder. His hands were cupping her nakedly straining buttocks with a savage strength, squeezing the rounded moons tightly together and forcing the walls of her vagina closer around the thickness of his flailing tongue. The teenagers strained their eyes and could see the warmly milking lips of their counselor's pussy clasping around their dad's tongue like a hungry child nibbling voraciously at the last banana in the world. They could see the thinly parted pubic hairs grazing against their father's mouth as her buttocks ground faster on the carpet. The groans and mewls of surrender were becoming more desperate, as the glazed, uncomprehending eyes of the adolescents stayed glued on the lewd cunt-sucking taking place on the living room floor. Both Hal and Jules held their breaths for the hundredth time since they had stolen down the stairs....
And then suddenly their father stopped! Hal held onto Jules' pajama sleeve, positive that they had been discovered, but then he saw his father lever up on his knees, the older man's blood-hardened penis sliding towards Miss Schuster's cringing pussy.
"Now I'm going to screw you, my dear," they heard him say to the moaning, spread-eagled woman beneath him. And as the rest of his obscene threats ricocheted through their immature minds, Jules turned to his brother, eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Hot shit!" he gasped. "This is wild, ain't it? We're going to see our dad bang Miss Schuster right in her twat! I ain't never seen that before, except in those pictures Gerry Kane is all the time bringing around!"
"Shut up!" his younger brother warned, poking him now in the ribs. "Shut up, or they will hear us for sure! And I wanna watch this as much as you do...!"
"Oh no, oh God, no, not like this. Boris, you're too big! It'll hurt!" Laura sobbed up at the handsome older man, completely oblivious of the fact that his two teenage sons were witnessing her shame and disgrace with wide-eyed delight. The tears streaming in flowing rivulets down the sides of her cheeks, and in spite of her pain and pleading, she could feel the naked shop teacher pulling her legs brutally apart even further than they already were.
Boris crouched on his knees between her thighs, adjusting his hard throbbing cock in his hands. And then, as suddenly as he had attacked her in the bathroom, he fell forward across her squirming body and rammed his penis deeply into her still sperm-filled cunt. Though she wasn't prepared for his sudden onslaught, the wetness of his saliva and the fucking she'd received from young Gerry Kane had moistened her both inside and out, easing his otherwise searing entry.
"Augghhh!" she groaned. "Stop! Stop, you're hurting me!"
But the wildly impassioned man began to fuck into her immediately, not caring about her pain or tears as she groaned and twisted in agony beneath his pumping loins. Laura groaned again and again in anguish as he thrust into her unwillingly receptive body with long deep strokes that traveled the full length of his hard, blood-engorged cock. His driving pelvis smacked savagely against the plane of her upturned loins, buffeting her head back against the carpet, and the smack of his hips against hers sounded to the staring boys like claps of thunder, scaring them as they squatted in mesmerized fascination.
"Oh, Boris, you're killing me, you're killing me!" she moaned on helplessly beneath him.
But there was no response from his panting lips, only the pain of an extra hard thrust up against her cervix which Laura was certain had torn her apart deep inside. She had thought her loss of control with little Gerry Kane was horrifying, but this was worse. To lie beneath this brutish man and be treated like some slut picked up from the gutter was a thousand times more degrading to endure, but it was almost like a punishment, a just retribution for being the depraved child molester she was. Her thoughts flowed as though she had no feeling left in her tortured nerves, not even pain left to experience any longer, only the horrible humiliation and anguish of the hateful rape of her flesh by this full-grown adult. She lay passively enduring it, no longer moving or caring beneath him.
"Like it, my love?" Boris grinned down at her, his face directly overhead as he momentarily paused with his burrowing penis grinding deep inside her belly. "Like it, I asked?" he repeated.
"Ohhhhh yes, yes," she mewled, afraid to offend him.
"Beg then, Laura," he hissed delightedly. "I've waited so long for this, and now I want to hear you beg me!"
"Ohhhh, no! No, I can't do that, too!" she prayed beneath him.
"Yes!" He throbbed his huge shaft deep down in her belly again. "Say it! Beg me to fuck you...!"
... And avidly gripping the bannister posts, his two sons watched the mature woman and their father with obscene grins on their faces. "Shit," Jules groaned, "Now Dad's making her beg him to bang her! Listen to that, will you?"
Hal leaned closer, not wanting to miss a second of this. "Yeah, he's really pouring it to her." The younger boy could feel a slight twinge of jealousy overcoming him as he studied his father's face and saw the unmistakable signs of his burgeoning lust. Cripes, he'd never had a piece of ass before in his life, and he sure wouldn't mind having seconds after his father on Miss Schuster ... or even thirds, if his older brother horned in as he usually did! "Come on, do it!" he urged in a whispered sigh, and then he chuckled, not loudly or harshly, not desiring to spoil the salacious scene in the living room....
Their father flexed deeper inside the guidance counselor's pain-wracked cunt. "Do it!" he commanded, his overwhelming lust burning in his eyes. "Beg me to fuck you, Laura!"
"Ohhhh, fuck me!" she hissed back through clenched teeth, her resistance broken by the pain and the very helplessness of her position. Hot tears of anguish gushed from her eyes as she spat out the lewd obscenity, knowing her degradation was complete now and that she would never be the same again. "Fuck me, Boris!"
"I will! I will!" he crowed triumphantly. "And you move it, you hear? Move your ass, Laura, and get with it!" He dropped his hands to the softness of her buttocks and cupped the cheeks tightly, digging his fingers hard into the resilient flesh to emphasize his brutal passion for her.
Laura sobbed and began a slow mechanical grinding of her buttocks up against his renewed thrustings in an effort to escape the painfully digging fingers cutting into her flesh. Small red welts followed their path and her shame and humiliation grew with each further moment that brought his orgasm closer. She began to undulate her body faster to meet the rhythm of his skewering penis, swinging her hips in tiny rotating circles, clasping it tightly with the throb of her vaginal muscles. She had to end it, she had to ... and she prayed for the strength to please him quickly.
Boris sighed with delight as he felt the sudden voluntary movements of her buttocks beneath him. He surged into the nakedly acquiescing woman with greater power, sensing that she was finally his to do with as he wished now. She was a slave lying beneath him, prepared to follow his every command, just as he had so often dreamed she would become for him. He would give it to her now as she had never had it before and she would learn to love it ... she was loving it, as he felt the motions of her buttocks and the arching of her back as she worked and ground up against him like a female demon.
The high school counselor's long blonde hair flailed from side to side on the carpet as she squirmed in lewd response beneath the older shop teacher. She bucked and churned her body, feeling he was nearing his climax, and she grunted and groaned in concert with him, encouraging him and pleading for him to end it and fill her cunt. He was going to spew into her all the love and passion he could muster, and the horrid thought of receiving all his lewd male sperm made Laura wish that he had killed her instead. It would have been far better than this horrible rape of her body by a lust-crazed man! The strange thought entered her mind that he was taking her in the same obscene way that young Gerry Kane had only hours earlier. The difference was that now she was feeling no rising tide of sensation, the way she had with that darling little boy inside of her, and that was all the difference in the world for her. Her love for lean, virile teenagers might be immoral and corrupt, but at least she could enjoy it!
And the two lean, virile teenagers enviously watching their father fucking her secretly wished that they were there instead of him. Obscene thrills of empathy coursed through Hal and Jules Chilton as they stared at the rutting couple on the living room rug, both dreaming of ways they could get some of that hot woman's snatch for themselves.
The carnal scene was more than Jules' immature mind could absorb dispassionately. He watched with increased arousal, untying the string of his pajama bottoms and sliding the thin cloth down over his legs so that he could rest with his naked buttocks on the carpeted stair-steps. His penis was a straight, slender post sticking straight up in the dark air, and he began to softly stroke his fleshy erection up and down in time to the lewd blood-boiling fucking he was watching. His younger brother's smaller cock was also stimulated into hardness, and when Hal glanced over at his older brother next to him, it gave him a jerk of excitement to see what he was I doing.
"Hey, you're jacking off!" Hal gasped wonderingly.
"Yeah, I sure am stupid. I just can't sit here looking at Dad and Miss Schuster! My pecker's hard enough to break in half already!"
"So's mine," his brother groaned, and he followed Jules' example, sliding his pajamas down so that he could masturbate freely too. Jules grinned at him, reaching his left hand over to lightly massage Hal's youthful cock, feeling the boy stiffen and then arch his loins in a lewd pantomime of the sex act they were viewing. Hal removed his pajamas completely, and then took over beating his own penis. The children kept their eyes glued to the living room, capturing every erotic second of the lust-inciting fucking while their tightly clenched hands whipped an obscene cadence on their firm, young cocks.
"Ohhhh, Laura! Laura! I'm only a second away!" they heard their father groan. He suddenly quickened his thrusts as though his body had been taken by a spasm of death. Laura's screams choked in her throat as she felt him jerk inside of her, and she realized to her horror that the moment was here when he was going to fill her unprotected belly with his lewd hot cum. There was nothing in the world she could do about it but lie beneath him and feign her rampant passion.
"Oh cum, Boris, oh for God's sake, cummm!" she gurgled up at his sweating body, wanting to get it over with, wanting to end it forever. There was a muffled sigh from above her and then she felt his giant pumping cock burst like a dam as he gave one last tremendous thrust into her upraised vaginal slit. He began to empty his sperm-bloated testicles in wave after wave of boiling sperm far up into the depths of her pussy, until Laura thought it would never stop flowing into her. She could feel the thick, cream-like fluid overflowing around his still-ejaculating penis, and forcing its way out the ovaled lips of her painfully stretched cuntal passage to roll down her inner thighs to the rug below. The insane thought that she might get pregnant and not have the faintest idea of who the father was crossed her mind as she felt the shop instructor's warm semen pooling with young Gerry Kane's seed in her quivering belly. The twin discharges of masculine lust mingling together made her feel more debauched and miserable than she had ever felt in her life.
But on the stairway, both the boys who'd been watching spellbound had been entranced with every instant of their father's orgasm. They could hear his groans above the undulating woman as the older man ground down hard inside her vagina, his thick, flashing penis throbbing out its orgiastic secretions deep into her nakedly trembling belly. The creamy semen cascaded out around the pink moist lips of her cunt, and his sons could see the white streams of it running down the wide crevice of her buttocks and onto the floor beneath her buttocks. They both felt as if their own penises were buried in Miss Schuster's hotly milking pussy, their aching cock-heads sliding to the very back of her warmly gripping vagina to spew out their building loads of fresh young cum. And then their pricks suddenly shot out thin, quick spurts of virile sperm as their imaginations and hands combined to allow them to enjoy the fiery sensations of orgasm.
Jules' cock pumped out heavy droplets that splattered on the stairs, while younger Hal shot his sperm through the bannister railing and in a thin-streamed waterfall to the hallway floor below. And then they leaned back, sighing as their penises began to grow limp with release....
"Cripes, that was too much!" Hal groaned, reaching for his pajamas.
"Shhhh," Jules cautioned, pressing his lips tightly together. "Dad's finished too, you know.
Man, I sure envy him!"
"So do I," Hal agreed, standing up, "but I guess that's one of those things grown-ups can do, and we can't."
"Yeah, they always say that, don't they? Jees, I'm tired of waiting till I'm older," his brother moaned, joining him as he climbed the stairs. "Come on, we better get to bed before Dad catches us. The shit would really hit the fan if he did...."
But as both teenage children climbed satiated back between their sheets, they both lay wide awake and talking for a long time afterwards about what they'd seen. They considered every possible position they could imagine pinning Miss Schuster in, dreaming of her long, slim legs wrapping around them as they shoved their cocks into her and fucked her as their father had. By God, they both boasted that if they ever got a chance at their guidance counselor, they'd show her what loving was all about! If she thought their dad's penis was so wonderful, wait until she got a taste of theirs!
Jules could feel his slender penis hardening again at just the idea of screwing that luscious older woman, and he turned in the bed to smile at Hal across the way. And then the two boys commenced to grin with prurient gleams in their eyes, sly, sensual thoughts telegraphing back and forth between them....
Meanwhile, Laura Schuster lay immobile under the heavy relaxed body of Boris Chilton as he collapsed satisfied over her supple form on the carpet. She could feel his penis slowly deflating inside her cum-flooded belly, and felt her vagina throbbing and abused as it never had been before. She wanted to close her legs and rest the ache which was forming there, but he had refused to heed her pleadings for him to let her up. The older man was enjoying brutal and complete conquest of her proud young body, and was in no hurry to withdraw from its warm wet interior. She lay quietly, afraid to move for fear that it would excite him again and cause his thick huge penis to harden once more deep inside her. The thought of having to go through the pain and humiliation again would be too much to take! She would not be able to stand it, and she lay still in hopes he would let her go without subjecting her to any further indignities.
After a long, tormenting moment, Boris finally stirred above her. Laura gasped out a deep sigh of relief as she felt his limp shaft of flesh slowly withdraw from her ravaged vagina with a soft wet sucking sound. A cool rush of air flowed across her cum-smeared loins and over her naked body as he rose to his feet above her. Breathing from her heaving chest and closing her legs, she felt the pain subside a little in the stretched muscles of her thighs.
Boris gazed silently down at the subjugated woman, his sexual frenzy subdued. He felt awkward and guilty for having let his unbridled lust overcome the patience he knew he should have had with the reticent young blonde, but was unable to know what he should say to her in apology. Finally he mustered the courage to mutter: "Laura ... Laura, I'm sorry."
He waited, but Laura didn't respond.
"I ... I hope you can forgive me, my dear. I don't know what came over me, I haven't had a woman since my wife died." He sighed at the lie, shaking his head slowly. "And there's something about you that sets me wild. I'm so ashamed."
Laura remained silent. She slowly began to move, tensing her limbs together to see if she could still control them. The ache was horrible, and she winced as she pulled herself slowly to a sitting position.
"Laura ... perhaps if we hadn't waited so long. I mean, if we'd made love before, it wouldn't have built up so badly inside of me."
Still she could not find words for Boris, and unable to even look at the naked man standing embarrassed beside her, she put her arms around her legs and her head on her knees, and began to softly cry.
Then, because Boris wanted to recoup his lost vanity, he blurted out in frustration, "Damnit, Laura, you've got to understand a man's feelings about these things! I'm not a robot that can stand being with a woman like you and not feel something. It's your fault as much as mine, you and your God almighty virtue."
Boris saw her wince at his cruel remarks, and knew he had hit a sore point. He was almost relieved to see some reaction from her, even though it was of rejection rather than love. It was better than stony silence! "And ... and you're some woman," he murmured in a softer tone, as if to appease the hurt. "One hell of a woman."
Laura asked herself mournfully: Am I? No ... not in the sense Boris meant it. If she were really a woman, she would have adored his thick hard penis up inside her, instead of feeling used and humiliated. For an agonizing second, she debated whether she could unburden her troubled heart to Boris. But she knew if she did blurt out the truth, it would twist whatever compassion he held for her into cool hatred. He would reject her as all other normal people would if he ever found out what was the only way she could turn on sexually ... WITH BOYS INSTEAD OF MEN.
"I think you better take me home, Boris," she said in a low, thick voice.
"But ... but you said you'd stay, Laura!"
"No, not any longer. I really want to leave here."
"I don't blame you, I guess. I don't blame you at all," he said in a remorseful tone, still standing over her. "However, you can't, I'm afraid. The way the storm is blowing, I'm sure the roads are too covered with snow to be passable, and it will be morning before the plows get up in this neighborhood. After all, it's the middle of the night!"
"Boris! No, no, I'll walk back to town if I have to, but I won't stay! I can't stay, after what happened-"
"But don't you see, my dear? That's just it, it happened! We both got a little carried away, and it just happened! Please don't ruin an otherwise wonderful relationship between us because of one mistake! Besides, Mother needs you!
Laura finally managed to look up at the older teacher's face, unsure what she should do any more. She instinctively knew the best thing would be to dress and leave tonight before anything worse could happen, but dear God, what could be worse than what had already befallen her? She sensed she was too exhausted and drained to have the stamina for the long trudge back down the hill, and if she collapsed or lost her way out in the storm, she might very well freeze to death. She was truly beaten....
"All right, Boris," she replied in a soft voice. "All right, I'll stay. "But if you...."
She didn't have to put words to her threat. Boris knew she was warning him not to try to fuck her again. Fat chance of that! Blast it, there was definitely something about this woman which made her different from all the others! And no matter what he might promise, he'd be after her again just as soon as he returned in a day or so.
"I won't touch you again, my pet," he said solemnly. "Not until you ask me to."
"I ... I think I better go to my room," Laura said then, pulling herself in anguish to a standing position. "I ... I'm very tired."
"Yes, I imagine you are," he agreed. "Well, your bedroom is the one just past my mother's. It ... it's dark up there, and the children are asleep, so you can go as you are, if you like."
"I'd rather not," she replied in a chilly tone. "I'll go get my clothes first."
Laura tottered off in the direction of the bathroom on shaky feet. Without bothering to switch on the light and once more be forced to see herself in the full-length bathroom mirror, she quickly gathered up her clothes from where she'd laid them. She didn't even take the time to pull on the robe, but hurriedly tucked it with everything else, under her arm and started up the stairs to the guest bedroom. She noticed some odd white stains on the steps and floor, but her mind was too upset with what had happened to her to realize they were puddles of semen left by Boris' teenage sons.
Once between the cool sheets of the bed, she lay staring up at the darkness, feeling a warm lethargy slowly take a hold of her mind. It was a defensive mechanism flowing from her brain to counteract the terrible pain of her body and momentarily relieve the mental suffering she was feeling inside. She was thankful for it, and after a few moments, she allowed herself to succumb to the waves of drowsiness, drifting into a fitful restless sleep.
CHAPTER FIVE
A brilliant winter sun peeked through the lacy curtains, foretelling that the storm had broken and all was peaceful. And yet, as Laura stood by the window and looked out over the wide sweep of fresh snow in the back yard, she wished that the weather was wild and savage to match her own conflicting emotions.
She let the curtain drop like a shroud over a casket, and turned to face the guest room. There was a great double bed, rumpled now from her night of tossing and turning; a large wardrobe closet that was empty; and several pieces of ornate furniture out of style with the rest of the house and perfect for the spare bedroom. Above the scrolled oak dresser was a large plate glass mirror, and as she moved from the window, Laura caught her reflection in it much as she had in the bathroom mirror downstairs. She saw her eyes were puffed perceptibly around their lids, i tiny lines threading from the outer corners and reaching for the temples, all from a night of frequent weeping. She had risen naked from the bed only moments before, and now she studied the rest of her piteous form, seeing the bruises and welts that marked her smooth white flesh. She reached up and hesitantly touched her breasts, feeling the dull throb from the marks surrounding her tender nipples aching all the way through her chest. And then, unable to eye herself any more, the troubled woman turned away to reach for her clothes that were where she'd dropped them a seeming eternity ago.
Her hands paused even as she stooped to pick them up, the phrase "one picture is worth a thousand words" running crazily through her head. The sight of those still damp garments was able to soundlessly tell the whole sordid story of her rape by the older man last night. It would live in her mind forever as the symbol of Boris' savage violation of her mind and body. To have put those clothes on now would have seemed to her a mocking reminder of how she had been forced to endure the indecent attentions against her will.
Oh God, even when an adult male was thrusting lewdly inside of her, she was unable to sexually respond the way she should! The horror of Boris' love-making had made her feel cold and frigid, and so terrified, she had falsely simulated passion in hopes of ending it sooner. It was still as it had always been with her. Only the vibrantly eager penises of young boys could drive her insane with lusting desire, and she was miserable knowing that what she'd not been able to feel with Boris, she could have hungrily accepted from his handsome young sons. And those two darling boys were somewhere in this house or out playing close by right this very instant....
Laura felt the blood rising in her cheeks at the lurid thought. God, they were the one pleasure she must never, ever pursue! She choked back a sob, wiping her eyes with the palms of her hands, resolving that she could not let herself cry any more. There was a time for crying and a time to face reality, and she couldn't stay in the guest room all day in fear of seeing Hal or Jules. She had poor sick Agatha Chilton to take care of while Boris was gone, and she must somehow find the strength to conduct herself with the old lady and her grandchildren as if nothing were wrong at all.
The unhappy young counselor padded over to where the chenille bathrobe lay on the floor and slipped it over her lithe, trembling nakedness, buttoning it as far down as it could go. Then holding the bottom portion with her hand, she stepped out into the hallway, almost fearful that she would be seen this way. But the house was quiet, and intuitively Laura knew that Boris Chilton had already left on his business trip. She was thankful she wouldn't have to face him this morning, not looking and feeling as badly as she did, with a combination of humiliation and a hangover. She started toward the bathroom, hoping to wash her face and comb her hair, and recalled the fleeting nightmare of having scampered down this very hall the night before without a stitch of clothes on. If any of the children had seen her then! Their high school guidance counselor stark staring naked, with their father's semen glistening on her blonde pubic hair and soft pink vaginal lips!
She groaned unconsciously at the horrifying thought, just as she was passing Agatha Chilton's bedroom. From the other side of the closed door, came the sudden shrill voice of Boris' mother. "What? Who's there? Who's there, I say?"
Laura sucked in her breath, startled by the abrupt outcry at first. Then with almost a sigh of relief, she realized it was only the old matriarch, awake and spry and curious to know what was going on. Being bedridden the way she was most of the time, it was no surprise that she would be anxious about anything new, and Laura at least had the gratification of knowing she was still alive! Laura tapped lightly on the door and then entered the elderly Chilton's room.
"It's just me, Mrs. Chilton," she said, smiling warmly.
"Well, land's sakes, I didn't expect to see you here now, Laura," Agatha said to her, struggling to sit up in her bed. "Come here so I can get a look at you."
Agatha had very poor eyesight on top of her heart condition, forcing her to wear uncomfortably thick glasses. She fumbled for them on the night stand beside her, slipping the steel-framed temples carefully over each ear as Laura stepped from the door. The room was similar to hers in size, but with older furniture dating from the widowed mother's generation. It was rather dim because of the constantly drawn shades, and there was a musty smell of medicine and violet cachets in the air.
Agatha Chilton was dressed in a thick flannel nightgown, a lacy frill around her wrinkled neck. She was small, not more than five feet tall, and thin with age and sickness. She had a small white face, shriveled with cross-hatched lines, but the eyes which shown through the lenses of her glasses were like black poppyseeds, indicating her mind was still sharp and bright despite her infirmiries. Her lips were pale, pinching with disapproval as she finally saw what Laura was wearing.
"Really, young lady!" she said archly. "Were you...?"
She left the question unsaid, the very words improper for a well-bred woman to utter, but her thought was clear. Laura had known Boris' mother almost as long as she'd been acquainted with the man himself, and was well aware of Agatha's strict sense of propriety and morals. According to the old lady, she and those of the feminine sex were to always be perfectly proper, unblemished by sin or emotional weakness.
"No, no, Mrs. Chilton," Laura hastily said. "I ... spent the night here, but in the guest room."
"Well, I would certainly hope so," Agatha said firmly. "I'd hate to think my son took advantage of you."
If you only knew about your son! Laura thought ruefully, but didn't say it, knowing she would have to keep the appalling truth locked in the confines of her soul, there to remain forever hidden from his old mother. To reassure her, Laura told Agatha: "Boris asked me to stay over because he had to go on a trip."
"That's funny. He never told me he was going away."
"It was a last minute thing. He was ... well, he was worried about your health on account of your attack last week."
"My attack? Stuff and nonsense!"
"You mean you didn't have an attack?" Laura gasped.
"Not for over a month, and then it was a very mild one. You must have misunderstood Boris, child. And please, do call me Agatha. Mrs. Chilton sounds so formal between friends."
"Yes, yes of course. Agatha." But her mind wasn't on the old lady as Laura suddenly grasped the significance of her statement. Boris had lied to her! There was no misunderstanding at all! Boris had sneakily connived to use her sympathy for his mother as a way of luring her to stay here overnight! Laura felt her mouth twisting into a harsh, cynical smile of bitterness. The ghastly truth that she had been trapped into giving that foul brute of a man her body seemed inconceivable to her, and yet she knew it to be true. Suddenly she felt nauseous as vivid memories of Boris Chilton pressed down on her, his huge cock shoved all the way up her belly, flooded her mind. Momentarily she feared she was going to vomit, the blood draining from her mind.
Agatha Chilton read the symptoms also. She fluttered a withered hand in Laura's direction, saying: "My goodness, child, you look positively ill! Is there something the matter?"
Laura clutched the bedpost, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, and feeling her instant of sickness turning into livid red anger. "No, Mrs.-Agatha. I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, yes, I'm sure. I ... just felt dizzy there for a second. I didn't have much to eat last night," she lied, "and I'm very hungry right now. I ... I was on my way down to the kitchen. Can I fix you something?"
"A cup of tea and some toast, if you will." Boris' mother settled back against her pillows, feeling her strength weakening. "But before you do, please get dressed. It wouldn't do to have the youngsters see you dressed like that, or Boris. It might give my son the wrong idea, if you know what I mean."
"I don't think Hal or Jules are awake yet, and your son has gone, but I'll go right back to my room and put some clothes on."
"Yes, yes you do that," the old lady sighed, taking off her glasses. "I'll just rest here until you get back, Laura."
"Take care of yourself, Agatha," Laura said as she walked softly back to the door.
"You're such a comfort for an old bag of bones like me," Mrs. Chilton murmured, closing her eyes. "Such a nice and fitting lady. I wish ... I wish Boris had met you twenty years ago instead of his first wife...." She began to drift off to sleep again as Laura eased the door shut behind her.
The guidance counselor went straight for her bedroom, her face set in rage and determination. Well, damp or not, she would dress in those soiled clothes of hers ... and then she would leave. She would leave this wretched house and walk back to town just as fast as she could! Her decision was made, and if Boris didn't like it, she would give him a piece of her mind that would singe his ears! The nerve that man had, giving her a lecture about being a sucker, when all the time he was making an utter fool of her!
She slammed the door forcefully behind her, unaware that her in her haste it had not entirely latched, and walked to where the pile of clothes still lay sodden on the floor. Sighing deeply, trying to calm her ragged emotions, she began to unbutton the chenille bathrobe with hurried motions....
Out in the hall, young Jules Chilton stared in the direction his school counselor had gone. He was trembling from head to toe, his sixteen year old mind still filled with the lewd scene he and his younger brother had witnessed the night before. He had just stepped from his bedroom when he'd seen Miss Schuster leave his grandmother's room, and now he ducked back inside, grabbing his brother by the arm.
"Hey, Hal! You know what I saw?"
"No, what?" Hal was sitting on the edge of his bed, procrastinating the way small boys do about getting up and dressing.
"I saw Miss Schuster in Grandma's bathrobe!"
"So what?"
"Stupid, that means she's not dressed yet!"
"So what?" Hal repeated, not catching the importance of his brother's thought. "So she's in Grandma's bathrobe? She's not naked or nothing good like that."
"No, but she will be! She has to take it off to put her clothes on, doesn't she?"
"Yeah...," Hal's eyes began to gleam, thinking now of the older woman naked in the guest bedroom only a few feet away. "What do you want to do? Take a peek at her?"
"Sure! Her door isn't closed tight. We could sneak down there like we snuck down the stairs last night!"
"Gee, I dunno. What about dad?"
"He's not here. I don't know where he's gone, but we got to hurry if we're going to spy on Miss Schuster at all! Ain't you got no balls?"
His younger brother swallowed with temptation. He didn't resist as Jules -edged out the door, following him just as he had before, his fingers clutching the crotch of his pajamas. Cripes, the opportunity would never come like this again, and it was too good to pass up!
Screwing up their courage, the two teenagers sidled down to the guest room, their throats dry with expectancy. Stealthily they inched the door ajar a little more ... then moved down to a voyeur's peeking stance to stare at the mature woman undressing before their eyes.
The lewdly aroused boys were just in time to see Laura unbutton the last of her robe. She moved casually, totally unaware that she was being watched by two pairs of beady little eyes as she shrugged off the covering garment.
Hal nudged his older brother. "Man, we can see her snatch even better than before!" he whispered. "She's not wearing a thing under there!"
"Just like I told you!" Jules agreed in a soft voice. "We can see her legs, and that hot little twat dad was banging ... an ... and shit! Look at the way her titties stick straight out!"
Then they both fell silent, fearing they'd be discovered as she slowly turned in their direction. It was all the boys could do not to rush right in and begin to suck the melon-like mounds of her breasts in their mouths and feel the budding pink nipples throbbing against their tongues! Boy, they were even firmer-looking than Myrna Chizeck's, and she was only fifteen!
"Cripes, Jules, I don't know how much of this I can take!"
"I know what you mean," his older brother sighed, squirming slightly. "After last night and everything...." His eyes flicked lower to the blonde woman's enticingly rounded belly that flowed down into the delicious sweep of long, ivory-smooth thighs. Between her slightly spread legs, he and Hal could clearly see the soft golden pubic hair covering her loins and the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit glistening slightly in the warm sunlight seeping through the curtained windows.
Hal felt himself quivering with lewd excitement-the tight narrow slit of her pussy where his father had sunk his cock was too much for his inexperiened young brain to stand! "Ohhhhh," he groaned in his overwhelming arousal. "Ohhhhh, cripes!"
With a skipped heartbeat, Laura heard the boy's groan of sexual frustration, and she focused her attention on the partially open door. There she saw the slight motion of their shadows and she whipped the bathrobe in front of her, face reddening with embarrassment. "What? Who's out there?"
"Oh, you asshole!" Jules screamed at his younger brother, and in his fury, he shoved Hal through the door. "She's seen us now!"
The fourteen year old groaned again, stumbling upright as he lurched into the room toward his guidance counselor. "Ohhh, Miss Schuster! I ... I'm sorry!" he cried out in a trembling, high-pitched voice. But his deep dark eyes were still glued ravenously at her barely covered nakedness, his excited young mind drinking in every rounded curve and hollow of the mature woman's body. Laura's panicky attempt to cover herself had left exposed one satiny thigh all the way up to the flare of her hip, and he could see a few blonde tendrils of her pussy hair peeking out around the edge of his grandmother's robe. Cripes, his pecker was harder that it'd been last night!
"I ... I'm sorry too," Jules chimed in bashfully from the doorway, but his eyes also confessed the truth that he was not really sorry.
Laura watched the two teenager's eyes wander up and down over her thinly covered flesh, and her face began to glow with more than mere shamefulness. She found herself feeling the familiar aching hunger at the pit of her belly again, growing and spreading up through her ragged nerves until it took all of her strength not to let the robe slip from her fingers and bask in their blatant admiration of her naked flesh. Haplessly she realized that the very temptations she had been afraid would appear were now here right before her, dressed in nothing but flimsy pajamas! She squeezed her naked thighs together in a determined effort to staunch the salacious desires rising in her breasts.
"P-please, Hal! A-and you, Jules, both of you, please leave! Please! Right now!"
The passionately breathing youngsters didn't seem to hear her weakly murmured protests. They took a hesitant step towards her, continuing to stare at every soft ripe contour of her mature female body beneath the loosely hanging robe. "We ... we couldn't help ourselves," Hal blurted in an attempt to explain and make things better. "We ... we just had to have another look at you."
Laura had a difficult time controlling the gasp of breath which surged in her throat. "Wh-what do you mean, Hal, you wanted another look!"
"L-last night," the fourteen year old stammered, almost ready to burst into tears now. "Last night, me and Jules, we h-heard a bunch of noise, s-so we went out to see what was wrong, and we ... and we ... we...."
"Saw me!" Laura choked out, her mind blanking momentarily from sensible reasoning. The blood drained from her face almost to the point of dizziness, and she felt her simple dread giving way to overwhelming confirmation. Dear God, they'd seen her! They must have been on the stairs while she and their father were making love on the living room floor, and now there was no hope of ever concealing the humiliating truth! "It ... it was a mistake," she heard herself feebly implore. "Wh-what you saw between me and your father will never happen again! It ... it was a mistake!"
"It sure as shooting didn't look that way at the time," Jules snickered despite his chagrin. Laura stared at him open-mouthed, and then at Hal again, seeing that though they were both timid and embarrassed, there were gleams of hunger in their eyes and small grins of yearning around their mouths. Dear God, they were both like little animals! But then, why wouldn't they be, considering who their father was. They'd caught her in a perverted compromise, and she couldn't blame them for wanting to emulate their parent ... for eagerly wishing they could be the next two to have her!
"Gee, I know we shouldn't have looked," Hal said, his head hanging sheepishly. "Please don't be mad at us. Please don't, Miss Schuster."
A ghostly tremor of excitement rippled over their counselor's naked flesh beneath the bathrobe, the twinge of desire which she had been trying to somehow control now billowing into flames of indecent need. Laura had never before felt the evil emotion of sadistic revenge, yet as she stood looking at the two shamefaced but excited children, it occurred to her that the perverse pleasure of punishing Boris and having her own fun might be the perfect retribution! At that moment, the insane passion to possess their fresh young bodies and the craving to pay their father back for what he'd done to her was firing her beyond any depraved urge she had ever had before! Hal and Jules would be the epitome of all her molestations ... which had, in truth, made of her the blind unwary victim of their father's rape! The wild strains of erotic stimulation pervaded every fibre of her quivering body, forecasting the wicked and degenerate hours that were yet to come! These little boys wanted to see her naked ... well then, let them see her naked!
"I'm not mad, Hal, I'm not mad at either of you dear boys," she heard herself say in a soothing tone. Slowly she allowed the bathrobe to slide down over her body, willingly this time rather than reluctantly as she had the previous night. She tantalizingly let it fall across the sides of her smoothly curving body, gradually revealing her quivering up-thrust breasts to them. "I'd like you to see me naked, you darling children...." she purred in lewd seduction. She slid the thin material down farther, exposing to their burning gaze the flat plane of her belly and the soft blonde curls of her warmly pulsing vaginal mound. "Yes, Hal, yes Jules ... look at me. Look at all of me," she cooed, watching the four dark eyes widen in obvious fearful excitement as the robe finally dropped completely to the floor.
"Do you like my titties, boys?" she teased, a wave of perverted lechery sweeping over her. With a lascivious motion she smoothed her hands up over her waist to cup and lift her breasts in salacious presentation. "Would you like to suck them, Hal? Would you, Jules? Would you like to suck your guidance counselor's titties?"
"G-goddamn!" Hal gasped in his high-pitched voice, the tiny eyes in his reeling head bulging out at her blatantly naked body in growing youthful lust. "I-I never saw any ... anybody like you before, Miss Schuster!"
"Neither have I." his older brother croaked in disbelief.
Laura smiled temptingly, catching sight of the bulging fronts of their pajamas. Oh, their virile cocks were already nice and hard for her, she thought crazily, her mouth feeling dry and parched. Hal's will be smaller, thinner than his older brother's, but they'll both fit so perfectly inside my belly, and feel so good after the pain of their father's penis ... She could not seem to tear her eyes away from the thought of the stiff boyish penises that jutted out behind the flimsy cloth pajamas, and she excitedly wondered if they would feel as wonderful to her as Gerry Kane's hard shaft of young male flesh had yesterday. Somewhere deep in her mind, she knew they would feel even better.
Provocatively she pointed her cherry-tipped breasts at the awe-struck youths and said, "And I imagine that you're going to show me two strong, handsome cocks, aren't you?"
"Cripes!" Hal, his mouth hanging loosely open, his frightened brown eyes like marbles, stumbled back a step toward the door.
"What's the matter, little darling? Don't you like me now that I want you to see me naked?" Laura half-whispered, moving sensuously forward and holding out her hands to the astonished fourteen year old. "Does your guidance counselor scare you now? Maybe you've changed your mind about sucking my titties?"
The sudden realization came to Laura that she was tormenting the boy, holding him at fault for causing her depravity to once more seize control of her, and she knew that to be unfair. It was his father who was to blame, for unquestionably he had lured her to the house with nothing else in mind but to ravage her! It was her shocked awareness of his deceiptful goal that was triggering the sadist in her now, and she didn't intend to barter her body away cheaply! She was striking back the only way she knew how ... the best way she knew how! Young Hal Chilton wanted her just as badly as she wanted him, and she could see that despite his timorous actions. How could she deny herself, and him and his brother, the lurid pleasures they could all enjoy together? She couldn't! God, she couldn't!
With an uncontrollable urge, the older woman reached out and curled her arms arornd the shaking boy, drawing him into the softness of her aching breasts. "Come on, Hal, I won't hurt you. I will make you feel very good, just as good as your father did last night. I can see you like me. I can tell...."
Oh shit, he did, he really did like her! Hal thought helplessly. He tried to say something to Miss Schuster, but his throat felt as though it was made of sandpaper, and all he could do was quiver with wildly throbbing sensations he had never felt before in all his young life! Cripes, what was she trying to do to him? In another second she'd have him bawling like a baby! He heard the older woman laugh in warm seductive delight at his indecision, letting go of him so she could take his hand and lead him over to the guest room bed. Man, he knew that he and Jules would never be the same after this, but he didn't care! He didn't care about anything except loving Miss Schuster as much as she'd allow!
"Crawl up on the bed now, dearest," Laura crooned wantonly at the fourteen year old. Hal eagerly obeyed, lying on his back with his hard virile penis poking up his pajamas like the center pole of a tent.
"And you too, Jules. You don't want to be let out of the fun, do you? Come here and join your younger brother and me on the bed!"
The sixteen year old youth licked his lips, hesitantly crawling up on the bed with Hal, his eyes bugging wide as they continued to sweep over Miss Schuster's lushly undulating body. It was all he could do to keep from cumming right then and there in front of her!
Laura stretched out between them on the bed in lewd display of mature feminine charms. She writhed and moaned under their prodding gazes, twisting her buttocks around on the coverlet with her building tide of lust. The immoral sensations impregnating her belly were equal to nothing she had experienced in the past. Her loins tingled with excitement beyond imagination, her brain saturated with the obscene thoughts of sadistic desire. Two! Two deliciously eager, inexperienced boys at her beck and call! Two at the same time ... and while she was seducing them, she would be hitting back at their own father! Destroy her, would he? Well, not without compensation! Compensation ... retaliation ... that was the word! And she was about to enjoy the full meaning of it!
As she raised her head to glance at the twin erections of adolescent flesh beside her, she was forced to admit that this was not a new development in her depravity; the idea of two handsome virile boys at the same time had been fermenting in her corrupt subconscious for years ... perhaps just waiting for the proper excuse before bursting forth to take control of her rationality. And these beautiful sons of Boris Chilton would be her shorn lambs! Damn Boris! He had raped her last night ... well, then, she would rape his children!
CHAPTER SIX
Excitedly dominated by her carnal lust and desire for revenge, the naked high school counselor rose up on her knees to stare lustfully at first one and then the other of the teenage Chilton boys. Which one? her licentious brain asked in fevered passion. Which one should she choose first? And then young Hal groaned again in his inexperienced longing for this voluptuous older woman, and Laura's mind was made up.
She moved around toward him on her knees, saying in a prurient voice: "Well, darling Hal, let's start the nice games with you, shall we? We won't forget your brother Jules, not one tiny bit, but first there'll be you...."
She began to smother his smooth, beardless face and neck with ardent kisses, one hand moving gently down his belly to find the swollen outline of his straining young penis inside the loose-fitting pajamas. The fourteen year old trembled at her obscene touch, and a similar galvanic sensation raced out through her own flesh as she traced his hardened cock delicately with her fingertips, pleased with its promising length and thickness.
"Nice sexy games like this, Hal darling," she whispered against his panting mouth. "Oh, your prick feels so hard to your guidance counselor. Here, let me take it out so that it can stiffen up where I can see it...."
"Ohhhh, oh Miss Schuster!" Hal Chilton grunted in confused, mounting tension, the feel of her soft hand undoing the string of his pajamas to ease them down over his lean, developing thighs frightening him with newfound sensations of lust. He was too shocked to stop the older woman from completely removing his pajamas, or to protest when she smoothed her fingers over the hairless flesh of his loins and wrapped them around the hardened shaft of his slender, boyish penis.
Cripes! He couldn't do anything to stop her ... not that he wanted to! Crazy tingles of unexpected agitation charged through his naked belly and up to his brain, making him feel as if he were ready to explode! She had his pecker in her hand and ... she was stroking it, sliding the loose skin up and down like she was beating him off ... and shit! Now she was feeling his balls too!
"Ohhhhh Hal, Hal darling, you feel so good to me," the mature woman breathed hotly into the boy's mouth. "But I think we better get your brother undressed too so he can join in the fun and games. You don't want to leave Jules out, do you?"
Hal gaped at her and tried to swallow the parchedness that had dried his voice in his throat. And when he couldn't, he simply nodded his head enthusiastically while she took her lewdly stroking hand away from his cock. As she turned toward Jules, a disappointed emptiness filled him, and he raised his head to watch her seducing his brother as she had him, her lovely mouth twisted in an obscene smile and her eyes gleaming licentiously. And as he watched, she began to remove Jules' pajamas, the other boy as inertly surprised as he had been by her lecherous actions.
Laura dropped her head down over sixteen year old Jules Chilton now, her long blonde hair trailing over his smooth chest as she stripped him naked to join his young brother. She kissed his palpitating chest, tonguing her way to each immature breast and playing with the tiny nipples until he groaned with unbearable pleasure. Then, moving down over him with distended tongue to lave his belly and into his navel, she caught her fingers inside his pajama bottoms and drew them down while he raised up and revealed to her his throbbing young erection. It almost hugged his stomach in its immaturity, thicker than Hal's and longer than Gerry Kane's, its swollen, purplish head protruding from the tight sheath of its foreskin.
Oh Lord, it was beautiful! They were both so deliciously beautiful! She continued to tug his pajamas down, uncovering his small hairless scrotum and velvety smooth inner thighs. Yes ... here were cocks she didn't have to be afraid of! They were the perfect size and shape for her! And Jules' was just as delightfully firm and hot inside her fingers as she closed them around its fleshy shaft. Excitedly, Laura drew the uncircumsized foreskin downward over the smooth red coronal rim, feasting her eyes on its fully exposed tip while the boy's adolescent body jerked before her.
Hal raised upright to watch, staring hotly at Miss Schuster's hand stroking his older brother's penis. He had given up trying to believe what was happening, just as Jules had ... they only knew that it was happening!
The debauched high school counselor couldn't have contained the salacious excitement boiling in her naked belly even if she had cared to! With her fingers still wrapped lewdly around his brother's cock, she crawled back closer to the younger of the two Chilton boys, moving so that Hal could see her firm full buttocks inching toward his face, her white rounded thighs spreading obscenely apart for him.
"Now, darling Hal, now tell me ... would you like to see my pussy close up?"
Hal swallowed twice before he could answer. "G-Gee, Miss Schuster, yeah ... yeah I would!"
"Here's your chance, dear heart," the older woman sighed back to him. "You saw it with your daddy last night, and you looked at it just now from the door ... go on, if you're so interested in how a woman looks ... go on and get down between my legs and do everything I tell you...!"
Hal couldn't believe that it was possible to arouse any more excitement in him than she already had, but he was wrong! She wanted him to get right down between her legs, but shit, he could hardly move!
Laura looked over her shoulder at him while she continued to pump his brother's cock up and down, and she read the hesitancy in the younger boy's expression. The sight of his apprehension fed her own insatiable hunger even more, and she lewdly moved one leg over his prostrate body in gentle encouragement, until she was straddling his waist with her loins directly in front of his face. She teasingly widened the full white columns of her shapely thighs, kneeling outwards with both legs until her blonde pubic hair with its pinkly quivering slit in the middle was spread wide open to his straining eyes.
"Go ahead, darling Hal. Don't be afraid," Laura hissed. "Take your thumbs and spread the lips apart ... then you can see more of my cunt, just like you wanted to!"
Afraid wasn't hardly the word to describe the youngster's emotions at that moment. Hal's immature mind whirled awe-struck and crazy-wild ... but not afraid! He wanted to ... had to touch it, feel it ... to see up inside a full-grown woman's snatch! His heart was pounding in his chest as he lay the palms of his hands on the insides of her softly quivering thighs, and then began to draw the fleshy cuntal lips slowly apart, spreading the silken blonde curls until her pussy's flushed delicacy lay open to the immature eagerness of his frantic eyes. He gasped in lustful fascination as Miss Schuster continued to masturbate his older brother on the bed beside him, seeing her pussy actually twitch a little as he touched it experimentally with his middle finger. Man, oh man, this had to be a dream! But if it was, he never wanted to wake up from it!
"That's it, little lover! Yesssss, like that!" she crooned back at him. "Doesn't it feel warm and nice between my legs ... soft and silky like a little pussycat?"
"Y-Yes, oh yes, Miss Schuster!"
"That's my sweet baby, rub it ... like that, rub it harder!" Laura gasped, suddenly undulating her buttocks and pressing her vaginal crevice down hard upon his cautiously probing fingers. "Ohhhhh, that's so nice, Hal baby ... sooooo nice ... ohhhhhh God!"
Oh God in heaven, this was truly it! The using of them! Manipulating these two darling children to her commands! Of all the debasing acts she had committed onlittle boys before, she had never used them to her fullest advantage as she was now! Hal and Jules were her toys today ... hers to do with as she desired, like puppies schooled to jump through hoops. Their sweet young cocks were so handsome and delicious....
She had never yet ordered a boy to lick her pussy, Laura thought sadistically, but she was going to today! Their father had forcibly sucked her defenseless cunt until she'd gone crawling across the floor from the wild sensations, loosing all inhibitions over the act being degenerate or unnatural, and it only seemed fitting to let his sons have some taste of their father's own medicine!
"Tell me you love my cunt, Hal!" she moaned back down at him. "Tell me you adore it ... want to kiss it ... lick it!"
Oh crap! He was going out of his lousy skull! His middle finger all the way up in the soft, wetly throbbing hole of Miss Schuster's twat, and he did love it! Man, he wanted to kiss it just like his dad had!
"Tell me!" she exclaimed passionately.
"Y-Yes! Yes, I do!"
"Then kiss it right now! Kiss it and lick it while I play with your brother's prick!" Laura heard herself order him.
The sound of her voice crackled with authority, and the fourteen year old's cock leaped in feverish excitement to do as she ordered. Tentatively Hal lifted his face, pursing his mouth to kiss one soft pink outer lip of her blonde fringed vagina. The closeness sent an aromatic, sensual taste wafting to his brain that he couldn't ignore! He inhaled the delicate female fragrance and then thrust out his tongue until it made delicious contact with the older woman's moist smooth cuntal flesh. The warm liquid feel of it sent chills racing along his spine, its delicate tanginess and arorna causing his nostrils to flare ardently.
"Ohhhhhh, that's it, that's the way, Hal, lover-baby! Yesssss, lick it all over and keep your finger right up inside it! Ohhhhhh, it feels so good to your counselor!"
The younger Chilton son began to move his tongue around wildly now, encouraged to explore all of her sweet-tasting pussy until his nose was buried in her loins and he could hardly breathe. He fluted his tongue to join his middle finger, spearing them both far up into the warmly straining folds of her sensitive cunt, finding that when he did, the older woman gasped and trembled as if he'd hit her in the stomach. Hal hardly knew what he was doing or how he was doing it-only that he was sucking his guidance counselor's cunt and his little cock was aching so badly that he'd have to scream if she touched it. The salacious twist of her satin-smooth thighs ... the unbelievable taste and perfume of her blonde-fringed pussy ... Man! And Miss Schuster was the one who wanted it! She'd ordered him to do this to her!
"Ohhhhh," Laura moaned as she hunched on all fours above the obscenely licking boy. She thrashed and shivered, manipulating her hand up and down over darling Jules' slender penis in lewd rhythm to his young brother's lashing tongue buried in her vaginal slit. She clenched her eyes and teeth tightly together, grinding her naked hips down over Hal's greedy mouth and pressing her cuntal lips down on his lips in a depraved kiss of lust. Electric sensations of desire rocketed through her quivering white body with every inexperienced nibble and teasing thrust of the boy's face and hands against her steaming cuntal flesh. Dear God, his tongue was like a wriggling velvet feather licking as his finger probed up into the tingling opening of her pussy! They were like two exquisite shafts of young unspoiled cock fucking her at the same time! Cock! That was what she needed now! Cock! His delightfully tender cock!
"You know what I'm going to have you do now, Hal baby?" she whispered chokingly back at the youth beneath her loins. "You're going to fuck me! Have you ever fucked a girl before?"
"N-no!" Hal gurgled around the softly tickling hair of her cunt. "N-no!"
"I haven't either!" Jules groaned as he writhed on the bed beside them, envious eyes darting from his counselor's hunching body to his younger brother's slaving face, and then back again. "Let me! Let me fuck you, Miss Schuster! You let him suck your pussy!"
"I've got other ideas for you, my sweet little Jules," Laura promised the older teenager still rubbing her hand wildly up and down his swollen member. "You can fuck me next ... but I'm going to do something to you that nobody else in the whole wide world has ever had from me ... not even your daddy!"
"Wow!" Jules gasped. Shit, what could that be? his immature mind wondered as it strained to just believe what was happening to him now. Wide-eyed with anticipation, he stared as Miss Schuster slowly moved lower across the other boy's trembling body.
Never once did the immoral high school counselor miss a hand-stroke upon Jules' hotly jerking penis as she gradually shifted her position over Hal Chilton. She gently eased the two boys around as well, moving them on the bed with slow, deft directions so as not to break the obscene spell with which she had bewitched them. They innately trusted her to guide them, just as they would have trusted her if they'd been sitting in her office and listening to her mature, adult advice, and the very power she held over the teenagers made her more excited than ever.
And finally after a few moments she was settled, with them all just as she wanted! Dear Lord, never had there been such an erotic feast set before her like this! Her wide-splayed buttocks were hovering directly over the fourteen year old's pelvis, and she could glance down between her quivering breasts and see his slender penis poised right up toward her saliva-glistening vagina. Hal's excitedly flushed face was just below her own, and as she raised her head, she smiled down at the boy with ill-concealed desire. And right in front of her, by his brother's head, was Jules, his body stretched out and his legs drawn up and folded back so that all of his lean, hairless loins were in lust-arousing view of her eyes. She could rest on her elbows and fondle his throbbing penis to her heart's content, his lean thighs spread apart for her so she could view the tiny pink circle of his anus as well as the tight round sac of his testicles and the thin sperm-filled ridge running up the underside of his stiffened young cock. Oh sweet boy! He was as smooth as glass from the crease of his buttocks to the very tip of his pulsating member. Dear Lord, there had never been a seduction like this! She was sinking to the very depths of corruption in her ever-building lechery for these two beautifully innocent children! And she had no intention of stopping ... not until she had filled her brain with the lustful need for revenge, and her body with the fresh virile cum of their balls!
She reached her free hand down between Hal's body and her own, feeling him lurch as she softly squeezed her fingers around his boyish penis. Then she pressed it up against the widespread crevice of her vaginal slit and held it there as she began to move her thighs up and down in a slow grinding motion.
"There, Hal dear ... There, you like that?"
"Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh Miss Schuster!" the fourteen year old groaned, automatically thrusting his loins upward to her slowly descending cunt, while she held his throbbing cock just inside the teasing hot flesh of her cuntal lips. "Ohhhhh!"
"Ah, yes! Yes, you like it!" the older woman taunted seductively, feeling the blunt blood-swollen head of his rigid, youthful penis enticingly massage the tiny erect bud of her clitoris.
"S-s-shit!" the other boy gasped in bewildered ecstasy as he raised his head up off the mattress. He could see down the length of his own spread-eagled body, and the sight of Miss Schuster's full swaying breasts dancing over his brother's chest as she worked her right hand up and down around his aching cock only added to his burgeoning pleasure. Then the teenager could see she was doing something else! She was lifting her buttocks higher, and positioning Hal's hard bulbous cock-head right at her wetly glistening little pussy opening! The sixteen year old stared dumbfounded from his elbowed position and saw Hal's hardened shaft slip slowly up between her legs ... then watching with excited eyes, he saw their guidance counselor gently lower her saliva-wet cunt down onto it ... until the entire length of it was sucked right up inside her moistly gripping cuntal slit!
"Cripes!" Hal blurted out at that moment. "Cripes, I'm inside her belly! I'm inside Miss Schuster's belly!"
Laura quivered from head to toe with the enraptured sensations of the younger boy's probing young cock sliding up into her tightly hugging vaginal passage. It was feeling as it always did to her ... delicately tickling and prodding her sensitive inner flesh, and she began to undulate her mature buttocks in urgent little circles, feeling the blood-hardened shaft of Hal's teenage erection massaging and taunting her clasping pussy walls. Excitedly she crouched lower over his virginal loins, pressing her tingling breasts flat against his heaving chest while she raised and lowered her hips and thighs with ever-increasing vigor on his defenseless boyish cock.
"Uhhhhhhhg!" Hal choked in delirious joy. "Ohhhh, I'm fucking you now, Miss Schuster! Ohhhh, I'm fucking you now!"
"Ohhhhh, God yes! Yes, darling boy, yes you are!" New cries of delight bubbled from the older woman's fleshy lips. She plunged up and down as Hal eagerly pumped deeper and deeper into her cock-clasping cunt, and saw the boy's brother's eyes bulging up at her in passionate yearning. She knew how she must look to the sixteen year old student ... crouching helplessly on her knees, her arms supporting her torso and her milk-white breasts dancing frantically from the obscene fucking she was receiving. God, what a picture she must make! The lascivious portrait of her utter depravity made the high-school counselor squirm down harder on the virile penis, strange masochistic pleasure rippling through her nakedly displayed body.
Dear God, and he wants me too ... Laura thought as she exchanged heated glances with the handsome Jules. His slender lust-engorged shaft was standing straight up from his hairless loins in hardened surrender to her molesting touch, an arousing a morsel of tender young flesh as she had ever spied. Ohhh, I love it ... I love him and his brother both ... I love all little boys ... Men would always have to rape her, she had that proven to her last night when their father had so brutally attacked her on the living room floor ... it was boys who pleased her only! It was boys she wanted and had to have...! It was boys she loved, and only boys ...!
"Are you ready, darling Jules?" she whispered up to the sixteen year old youth, the sounds exciting her as they knew they were to him. "Are you ready for that treat I promised you?"
"Yes!" he whimpered back in eagerness. "Yes! Anything you want, Miss Schuster! Anything you want I'll do to you...!"
"Oh, little lover, this one is just for you!" she hissed fervently, and she slowly lowered her head to kiss him on the inside of his upper thigh. Laura was surprised at her own lewd boldness. She knew she should be dreading what she was about to do, but she could think of no greater punishment for Boris than to have his son shoot his virile semen deep into his lover's mouth ... something which she would never have allowed the boy's father to do no matter how he might have beaten her. Oddly, she found that the mere anticipation of sucking a young boy's penis no longer repelled her as it had as late as yesterday. Her own loins were still moist and warm from the pleasures of Hal's childish tongue, and anything that made a person feel that good could not be as degrading an act as she had imagined it to be. She crazily recalled the pornographic picture Gerry Kane had shown her in her school office and how it had made her flinch then ... but now ... now she understood exactly the sheer, wanton desire that had been reflected in the little girl's eyes!
The mature woman began slowly, tentatively, just as hesitant as Hal had been when first he had sucked her cunt. With her hand still grasping Jule's nakedly lusting penis, she licked her tongue in a lewd wet line up along his inner thighs. She could feel the teenager twist slightly from the strange new sensations, and she remembered the wild delights that had run through her own body when his brother had tickled her open pussy slit with his lips.
Laura worked gradually higher, leaning forward carefully so she would not dislodge the driving young penis scouring into her vagina from below. Her face was directly above Jules' lean-fleshed thighs, and with her hand, she continued to gently skin back and forth over his firm and boyish hardness. Her lips were a bare inch away from the firmly rounded cock-head, and she opened her mouth and blew against it, allowing her hot breath to flow over the pulsating tip in a maddening caress.
"Ohhhhh, Miss Schuster!" she heard Jules whine delightedly and his pleading tone excited her all the more. She found herself sadistically wishing she could have his father see her now, to be able to look up at Boris' expression as he realized she was performing this lewd perversion willingly on his son. She wanted to punish the older man as he had never been hurt before!
Her tongue flicked out, coming into warm wet contact with the blood-swollen crown of adolescent male flesh. It circled around and around the smooth freshness as the boy groaned and jerked beneath her from the erotic teasing she was subjecting him to. The tip of her slowly searching tongue found the tiny opening at the end and darted wetly, maddeningly into it. It was already moist from the small droplets of premature cum seeping through from his rising excitement. The pungent taste and odor caused the older woman to salivate and her nostrils to flare with lustful anticipation of the obscene act she was about to consummate. She dipped one hand to the base of his slender erection to gently cup his soft, round testicles, while her other hand pulled back the loose foreskin until the tender pink head throbbed alone and exposed against the sensuous softness of her lips. She began to plant moist warm kisses around it, beginning at the tip and tracing a path down the full length of the boyish shaft to the base, and then wetly back up again to the blunt rubbery head. She played longer than she knew she should, wanting to make sure the child never ever forgot this moment of corrupting lust.
But Jules could stand the teasing no longer. With a gurgle deep in his throat, he reached down with his hands and tangled them in his counselor's blonde hair, thrusting his loins up with all the impatience of his youth. He felt Miss Schuster pause in momentary doubt, and then he was sliding his cock between the whiteness of her teeth and into the warm wet cavern of her mouth. The naked boy couldn't hold back the whimper of joy as he saw her lips tighten around his aching penis like an elastic band. He'd seen Gerry Kane's pictures of girls doing it to guys, but just to think that she, Miss Schuster the beautiful school counselor, was sucking him off! Oh shit! He just couldn't believe that it was true! The sight of his pecker captured between her ovaly clasping lips while his younger brother was fucking into her cunt at the same time was crazy-wild! Man, what would she do if he suddenly shot his wad into her mouth? Did the lady want him to cum in there, too...?
Laura closed her eyes to keep from choking. She could feel his stiffened penis rub the full length of her tongue, imbedding itself almost to the back of her throat. Saliva seemed to fill her mouth, all of it, except that filled by Jule's virile hardness sawing between her tightly clasping lips. She felt at the same time the excitement growing stronger in her own body from the unspeakably wicked thought of her mouth being used this way by one darling child while another boy fucked ceaselessly into her vagina from below.
And totally caught up in his cunt-filling assignment, Hal Chilton looked up with obscene delight at the lush white nakedness of his guidance counselor trapped between his cock in her cunt and Jules' hard penis in her mouth. He timed his upward thrusts to match those of his older brother's in between her lips, levering his buttocks up off the bed and thrusting with all his might to try and meet the virile penis at the other end of her skewered body. He reached up with his hands and held her ripely quivering buttocks tightly as he watched Miss Schuster's tender pink lips above his face hungrily clasping around Jules' sum shaft of flesh. Crap! It was completely vanishing up into her mouth, all of it! It must be going right to the back of her throat, what with her nose and lips brushing against his brother's hairless belly! Oh man ... man!
Laura licked and sucked like a she-demon at the boyish penis imbedded in her mouth, her buttocks rolling lower in tiny lewd undulations behind her. She constricted her cuntal walls so that the slender thrusting shaft of the younger brother's cock was squeezed firmly up between them, wanting to exploit all of her forbidden desires to the fullest now. She wanted to saturate herself with the prurient ecstasy, for as the twin adolescent cocks impaled her between them, the obscene helplessness of her base desires overwhelmed every last inch of her lust-inflamed body.
In place of her previous resistance to tasting young male flesh in her mouth, there was now a desperate passion to be inundated with fresh virile boy-sperm until it filled her stomach to capacity. She wanted to swallow Jules' white cum, and with this lewd goal in mind, sucked insatiably on the teenage hardness between her ovaled lips, swirling her tongue avidly around its pistoning shaft and head. At the same time she thrust downwards against Hal Chilton, opening all of her hungering vaginal passage so she could receive every fraction of his smoothly pistoning erection deep up inside her pussy.
Tears of unconscious bliss trickled from her eyes as she wallowed lewdly in the mental vision of how she must look to them ... a naked woman being buffeted mercilessly like a raw meat sandwich on fleshy skewers. The salacious pleasure of this dual corruption of two eager students became a roaring torrent of erotic desire.
Voraciously, she sucked on the slender penis boring into her mouth and roated her buttocks down around the young cock burrowing into her belly, her cheeks hollowing and filling, her thighs clenching and pressing. Yes ... oh God, yes! This was unbelievably wonderful! If only it would never end! If only there was more!
So lost was she and the two boys in their nearing orgasms, that they never heard the foot-falls approach the bedroom. Nor the sharp intake of breath as another person entered and stood transfixed in the doorway, shocked at the sight he was witnessing. Boris Chilton's eyes bulged with horror as he studied the nakedly abandoned orgy taking place with his own sons in his own home!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Boris Chilton had been feeling mighty low, plagued with guilt and regret ever since he'd left his house that morning. There'd been no excuse for raping Laura Schuster the previous night, only the sad fact that something had snapped in his head after she'd teased him about undressing and then had sashayed off to the bathroom to strip down naked. But whatever the cause, it was hardly justification for what he'd done to her.
Damnation! He'd been such an idiot. He'd coveted that gorgeous blonde counselor from the first moment he'd laid eyes on her at the high school. He'd always had the feeling that she was attracted to him as he was to her, and that underneath her modesty she was as sensual as she was provocative. Of course he could be wrong ... she might have been leading him on a merry chase, just as he'd accused her of doing in the heat of his excitement. But that still didn't excuse him, and he couldn't really find anger in his heart over her straight-laced exterior. Who could respect a woman otherwise? So what if she were voluptuous and curvaceous-so was a whore. He wanted a female who was sensitive to affection and discerning in her choice of men, as well as being lovely to look at. Sure, he could get as righteous as he wanted to, but he knew deep down that he was only kidding himself. Laura was much too beautiful a person not to have been more tender and understanding toward. He'd always had all sorts of dirty dreams about fucking her, and had sort of bragged mentally to himself about what he'd do if he ever had the chance-but last night had been all wrong, all wrong and all his fault. Perhaps in time, if she was willing to forgive and forget, he could build a warm and intimate relationship with her, and they could find a mutual, shared love and trust for one another....
The high school shop instructor had been mulling over these morbid thoughts while sitting on a bar stool of a tavern. He'd been there most of the morning, ever since he'd found out the roads were impassable over by Sheridan, and he couldn't have made the last-minute if he'd wanted to. He'd purposely left his house very early so he wouldn't have to face Laura, and as he'd sat drinking straight Scotch, he'd been in no hurry to return, not until he had consumed enough liquor to shore up his courage. Driving home later, the sadly contemplative teacher realized that he was rather drunk, it having taken quite a lot of alcohol to get over the worst of his qualms. He still hadn't reached a decision about what he was going to do when he saw Laura again, except perhaps to give out some patently useless apology as he had last night, knowing that it wouldn't heal the breach he'd caused between them. Damn, he'd been such a bastard!
With this attitude running through his inebriated mind, Boris had unlocked the front door of his home and stepped inside. He was about to call out for Laura and the kids, when he heard strange, unsettling noises coming from the second floor. Frowning, he shut the door and listened, perplexed by what sounded like muffled squeals of a dog being beaten.
What the hell was going on up there anyway? The handsome older man hurried to the stairs, then up them two at a time, afraid that possibly his mother had taken violently sick. But no ... the weirdly passionate sounds were emmitting from the guest bedroom-from Laura's bedroom-and now there was some whimpering too! The door was wide open, and he stepped inside before fully cognizant of what was happening ... then ... What the hell!
The school teacher took one wild, blinding glimpse, and his jaw dropped like shattered glass. His face grew a bright beet red as he viewed in stunned silence his two young sons fucking their guidance counselor lustily between them. And not just in the cunt either-but in her god almighty mouth as well! And Laura was loving it! Just look at her face, and the way she was gyrating those full, rounded buttocks of hers against little Hal's naked loins! Christ, his own fourteen year old kid was fucking a woman twice his age! And Jules! There was that blonde-haired bitch, sucking hungrily on his cock, slavering over it between her ovaling lips like it was a piece of candy! Laura had been faking her prudery all the time with him, Boris could clearly see that now! All that moaning and wailing about being raped had been so much horseshit! What kind of perverts had the high school been hiring? How many other students had she seduced and molested? Whole classrooms full, he bet!
He'd never dreamed of such rampant degeneracy! Christ, he could see now that he should have fucked her senseless from the very first day they'd met, and that he was an idiot all right-an idiot ever to have been taken in by her ruse! She'd made him look like an ass, crying and carrying on like she was still a virgin, and the more he stared, the angrier he got at the idea of ever having wasted time feeling sorry for what he'd done. Rage filtered through him, and he clenched his fists with hurt and chagrin. He had to get back at her ... he had to!
But how? He tried to clear his head and think straight, the alcohol confusing his mind. He knew he should somehow intervene and put an end to her wanton depravity with his two young sons, but should he yell? Or run in and tear them apart without another word? But as he continued to stare in stupefied indecision, Boris found himself caught in increasingly mixed emotions. As repelled and angered as he was, he was becoming more and more aroused by the very lewdness of their actions. My God, how could it not excite him? How could he not react erotically to the wet sucking noises coming from Laura's mouth as she plundered little Jule's penis, and the savage grunts of delight coming from Hal as he screwed his jerking young cock up into the voracious depths of the older woman's cunt? They were boys and a woman, writhing and twisting in the throes of sexual abandonment, and Boris felt his own penis involuntarily throbbing against his pants in obscene response to them. His testicles felt swollen and aching, and he could feel small drops of his seminal fluid begin to ooze of its own volition from the hardening head of his cock. He was finding it increasingly difficult to breathe and gradually the prurient sensations overcame his initial sense of horror and loathing at watching his two teenaged children fucking into Laura Schuster. He dimly realized that in the back of his mind was the lewd desire to be on that bed, straining behind her wide-splayed thighs along with his sons, his own lust-thickened cock filling all of her anus to the brim.
Well, why not? Why not strike back with her own weapon-sex! He'd show her! He'd show them all! He'd participate in this sordid circus and show those two brats what fucking a woman was all about! Yes, he'd treat that lying, cheating guidance counselor like the whore that she was, and that was the best damned idea of all! Without another moment of hesitation, the older man stripped off his clothes, intent only on extracting his vengeance by ass-raping that blonde slut right in front of his children. He ran naked to the bed, his fully erect penis leading the way like a sex-crazed battle standard, then clambored up on the covers with them, shouting out in his gruff voice:
"Hey, bitch! Look who's here!"
Boris! Laura looked around as best she could with the boyish penis stuck in her mouth, her head whirling with the shame of having been caught like this. To hope for Boris to see her was one thing-to actually have it happen another! She felt young Hal skip a beat and Jules almost pull his cock from between her lips as they both froze with terror at the sight of their father.
"Oh God, it's you Boris!" the mortified woman moaned.
"Damned right, it's me, you fucking kid-molestor!"
"Dad!" Hal mewled. "Dad, don't be mad!"
"Shut up, son, and fuck this tramp," Boris snarled, a vicious gleam in his eyes. "That's all she's good for, and damn it, that's what she's going to get!"
"B-But Dad, we didn't know you'd be back! We-"
"Stop your whining, Jules," snapped the older man. "Make her keep sucking you off. That bitch loves it, can't you tell? You all like it, and since you've got this thing going, we might as well make it a real family affair!"
"No ... no...." Laura whimpered, the total humiliation of her perversions blotting out the realization that Boris Chilton was as naked as the rest of them were.
"Whatcha going to do, Dad? Fuck her next?" Hal asked as his courage began to return. "Is that it? You going to screw her like you did last night?"
"Hah! So you were spying on us, were you? Why, I oughta take the strap to you for that, you young whelps," Boris said angrily. "But no, Hal, no I've had that whorish cunt of hers once already. I want something else twice as sweet! Something that'll really show her who's boss! Stretch her ass for me, boy!"
"Oh God," Laura mewled with mounting terror. It was to be another rape, a rape by a man who hated and despised her. Dear God, this was the worst possible thing that could have happened to her, and there was no way to avoid it! "Please ... Please, Boris, have mercy!"
But the high school teacher was no more interested in hearing her pleas than he had been last night. He moved toward the kneeling woman, seeing his young son Hal already pulling her buttocks apart with his hands and widening the rounded pink lips of her clenching vagina around his deep-inserted penis.
Slipping down on his knees between his son's legs, Boris faced the trembling counselor's wildly straining buttocks, centering his gaze for a moment on the wide-split crevice of her smooth ass-cheeks, fascinated by the way Hal's slender cock was rampaging deep inside her cunt. He held his breath as the puckered pink flesh of her tiny anus pulsed with each eager thrust the boy made into her pussy below, and then he traced his fingers down Laura's back and between her buttocks, feeling the soft wetness of her fleshy hair-fringed vagina. He heard her moan through her lips, the salacious sight and feel of her defenseless flesh peaking his lust to still greater intensity.
"Now ... to fuck her in the ass!" he crowed delightedly.
Laura choked back a frightened gasp, the blood suddenly icing in her veins. God, what was he trying to do to her? No ... oh no, he wasn't meaning to sodomize her! She cried out around the thrusting boy's slim cock in her mouth as she felt Boris crawl closer to her upraised buttocks and grip her tightly by the waist. For a moment she tried to squirm free, but the older man's fingers clawed into her tender skin, pressing her down immobile upon his own son's cock pumping rigidly upward from below. God no, not in her rectum! Not there! Not in front of the children like this! To be sodomized by their own father would be the ultimate in degrading perversion!
And with a growl of bestial excitement, Boris levered forward and she felt his huge, blood-heated erection press insistently against her anus. Then a sudden pain broke over her flesh as he lunged forward and the lust-bloated cock-head popped inside. The pain was so unbearable that she screamed, trying with all her strength to slide forward on the bed and dislodge his brutal invasion. She no longer felt human as the huge anger-driven penis continued to surge far up into her rectum, pushing up into her fear-tensed belly and pressing against young Hal's pistoning penis in her cunt. She jerked again, trying to throw him off, but as she did so, the naked man rammed down harder and imbedded his thick, rock-hard penis all the way to the hilt in the soft rubbery passage of her anus.
"Ugggggg! God!" she grunted in pain. "Stop it, pleeease!"
But the triumphantly grinning Boris Chilton only laughed, his emotions still drunkenly aflame. "Like being fucked in the ass, Laura?"
And that made it a million times worse, to know her every reaction was being watched and enjoyed by this man and his two teenage sons. His words and victorious smirk were mockery and insult to her, droning on until some of the pain in Laura's rectum from his cruel entry began to ease a little.
But then-"Ugggggg!" She cringed helplessly as he began sawing up between her quivering white ass-cheeks in a frantic humping manner. His massive male hardness seemed like an unrelenting log pummeling into her without mercy, expanding with each thrust down into her futilely. resisting rectum. Laura could feel the monstrous shaft racing brutally into her raw and torn nether passage, and she strained against the grinding assault, groaning incessantly even as the pain continued to slowly subside. A masochistic pleasure little by little began to replace some of the searing firebrands of pain which had spiraled from her totally filled anus to the lips of her still dutifully sucking mouth. Her rising sensations of lewd response were fed by the very helplessness and disgrace of squirming in naked obscenity beneath this older man's cruel sodomy. Boris fucked into her hopelessly impaled rectum, giving her no respite from the pleasure building deep in her belly, building there against her will and comprehension.
Laura gurgled crazily around the youthful rod of flesh in her mouth, suddenly delighting in the hurt. She wanted to be punished this way like the dirty whore and bitch she was, just as Boris had called her. Viciously she began to screw her buttocks back against his unmercifully skewering cock, attempting to destroy it while it too was killing her. There was no longer any reason to fight the wicked flames of masochistic desire coursing through her bloodstream. She had lost the battle against the older man's angry punishment, and even the agonizing thought of her total surrender sent chills rippling up from the base of her spine. Her body began to respond as it never had before as she felt the slow rhythm of Boris Chilton's penis rampaging wetly up inside her belly. New delights were racing through her with every forward lunge he made. God, what was happening to her? Then she knew ... and deliriously she accepted her new submission. Boris was conquering her out of vengeance and fury, not love and compassion, and she couldn't blame him, not at all. But whatever reason was behind his brutal attack, he had unconsciously found the key! She was finally being ignited by a man! He was alive in her! And as if in answer, her anus spasmodically contracted around the older man's penis as the lascivious feelings burned through her body.
And then, as though father and son had worked out a prearranged signal, the two Chilton men started to fuck the pretty blonde guidance counselor in unison until only their blood-hard cock-heads remained imbedded on the outstroke, Mr. Chilton's held in place by the tight constriction of her sensation-filled anus, while his boy's was held by the softly locking lips of her vagina. Then they would plunge forward together, simultaneously driving as deep as they could inside her belly, their two desire-hardened cocks pushing hotly against each other all along the twin channels of her writhing loins.
Laura's body felt itself truly coming to life now. The pain had receded to where she could only feel a maddening electric fire that burned uncontrollably deep within her flesh. It seared out through her skewered flesh as she rotated her thighs from side to side around the two lewdly impaling cocks, her vagina and anus dilating and contracting in time to their harshly pumping thrusts. They felt as though they were fusing deep up inside her belly with the other young penis fucking steadily into her mouth, becoming one with all her body. They had crawled into her, they had become part of her!
And she was one with them! She and Boris and Jules and Hal-they were all one fleshy mass of wild erotic sensations! Her tongue involuntarily began licking even more hungrily at the youthful hardness between her lips. Her nostrils flared anew, drawing in the delicious aroma of the excited boy's loins deep into her lungs, and it mingled in a strange erotic marriage with the two throbbing cocks lodged deep in her soft white belly. They all seemed to roll together in one great fiery ball of aching need for more ... more ... and Laura drove on unheedingly, unable to stop and almost ready to cum. Perspiration rolled from her twisting body as she strove wildly for her climax-an infinitessimal second away!
"Oh! Oh, Miss Schuster! I'm going to cum! I ... I'm going to cum in your mouth!" sixteen year old Jules moaned, his hips working crazily as he felt his own moment had finally arrived. He could feel his boiling young sperm begin its mad dash upward along the full length of his saliva-moistened cock and suddenly spurt out in hot thin surges into her eagerly sucking mouth. Her cheeks expanded and hollowed fish-like as she swallowed the warmly flooding gushes to keep from choking, continuing to suck wildly as he emptied his youthful seed deep into the back of her throat. His hands tangled cruelly in her soft blonde hair, holding her head pressed to the throbbing of his loins-as he shoved his climaxing hardness far up inside her tightly ovaling mouth. He groaned his last, and grunted in complete fulfillment, but still the older woman continued to suck, drawing every last drop of the warm boyish semen from his slender penis.
She was being driven insane by the taste of it! She couldn't let it stop!
"Oh God ... oh God ... She shivered, her face contorted in an unrecognizable mask of abandoned pleasure. "I ... I'm cumming! Fuck me! Fuck me, all of you bastards!"
Laura screwed her buttocks insanely back against the Chilton father and son, so that their lust-swollen penises bored farther up into the expanding recesses of her belly. Her breasts heaved and quivered against the skin of Hal's sweat-glistening chest beneath her, the tiny passion-hardened nipples brushing across his skin like little diamond chips. She began to vibrate uncontrollably as she could feel his warm virgin sperm shooting up into her gratefully welcoming womb. Her head whirled in depraved sensuality as the thin, powerful spurts surged hotly up into her sucking vagina, her smoothly working cuntal muscles contracting spasmodically as the milking passage of her pussy squeezed desperately at the jerking boy's cock.
"Hot bitch, hot bitch!" Boris Chilton chanted over and over as he ceaselessly rammed his blood-engorged penis deep up into her tight-gripping rectum. He could feel the cum churning inside his bloated testicles as they slapped hard against her upturned buttocks. It was his turn to explode! "I ... I'm going to cum too!"
Laura could feel her belly splitting painfully apart as the head of his deep-sunk cock suddenly expanded into a hugeness which threatened to split her in half. Then she could feel delicious white-hot liquid shooting out into her rectum like molten lava. The clenching walls of her anus gripped it responsively as the boys' father filled her belly to overflowing with his roiling seed and it foamed back out the clenching nether ring around the base of his ejaculating cock. Thick white sperm oozed in small trails down between her thighs to mingle lewdly with Hal's cum and her own orgasmic secretions oozing out of her cock-filled cunt.
Young Jules Chilton let his penis fall limply from his counselor's mouth. She licked her lips to catch the remaining droplets of his delicious virile sperm, then flopped her head sideways on Hal's smooth heaving chest. When his father released his hands from her hips, she slithered forward to lie across the hairless torso, her own legs sprawling wide apart, and giving her a glimpse of her wide-stretched vagina between her lazily spread thighs, wet and gleaming in the light of the guest room window. Then she turned, and she saw Boris smiling peacefully toward her from where he was collapsed on the bed. It was a smile intended for her eyes only, a smile that said more than a thousand words of explanation could have conveyed. It was a mute message that they both knew all was forgiven and everything would be all right between them now. They knew each other for what they were, and what they would always go on being. It was all out in the open now, and they were soul-naked as well as body-naked.
"I love you," Boris confessed to her. "When I saw you like this, all I wanted to do was punish and hurt you. But not any longer." He looked at her with compassionate eyes. "Darling Laura, marry me. Marry me, and we'll be the happiest family in the world."
"And ... and can we do this?" Hal asked eagerly.
"Every night, if Laura wants," his father smiled.
"Oh ... oh, and me too, Miss Schuster?" Jules queried with excitement. "Please, me too?"
"I promise," Laura whispered in return. "Yes, we'll be together!"
"Man, that's too much!" Jules gasped with a big grin. "Makes me hard again just thinking about it!"
Laura gazed at the sixteen year old through the narrow, hazy slits of her eyes, her heart pounding powerfully against her chest. God, how fulfilling life would be from here on in, and yes! Yes, the thought of it was making her aroused again as well. Fire still licked throughout her loins despite her recent climax, her passion spurred on by the realization she could be free and herself and have nothing to fear ever again.
"Well then, fuck me, Jules," the older woman hissed between clenched teeth. She wriggled her lush, full buttocks at the immature boy in unmistakably lewd invitation. "Go on, darling, fuck me! All of you fuck me! Fuck mmeeeeee...!"
