Does love really have any regard for age? We read about May-December romances and marriages all the time. Sometimes the woman is the older of the two; at other times it is the man. There is just no generation gap where affairs of the heart are concerned and we find it perfectly acceptable when the two people have reached maturity. But what happens when an older man, or an older woman, becomes involved with an adolescent? They are immediately stamped with the ugly label: "pervert". Yet, there have been instances where such a relationship is genuine, where the situation has grown naturally out of extenuating circumstances.
Of course, it must be admitted that there is a very thin line between love and sex. A line that becomes even more delicate where there is a considerable difference in age and might very easily be used as an excuse for illicit relations.
A word about this age gap, especially where it concerns a woman and a much younger boy. Many, many times a boy would much prefer sharing his first experience with a mature woman, rather than with a frightened, giggling, inexperienced girl his own age. Because he knows that a grown woman could teach him the proper way to sex, without embarrassment, or fear of consequences.
As a matter of fact, some fathers, especially those with deep-rooted, Old World beliefs, see nothing unusual about taking their son to a brothel for his initiation into sex. What better way for a boy to learn than from an experienced prostitute? Besides, many "ladies of the evening" consider it a great compliment and find great pleasure in knowing that they are the first woman in a boy's life. It provides an added thrill for them to take an innocent youth and aside from coitus, introduce him to the added sensuous thrills that are all a part of lovemaking.
Freda Yale, the central character in A Stern Teacher, is one woman who finds considerable satisfaction in this regard, although Freda is not a prostitute. She is a school teacher and a very good one, a true credit to her profession. But a brutal sex experience at an early age had turned her against men and so stunted her emotional growth that it became necessary for her to appease her abnormal lustful cravings with teenage boys. Until she meets Dudley Hunt, a fifteen year old boy, with whom she falls madly in love, only to have the torrid affair bring her to the brink of disgrace and despair.
Freda's actions, of course, are in no way meant to be condoned, encouraged, or indulged in. It is simply hoped that after following Freda's escapades and sharing her cravings and heartbreak in A Stern Teacher, you will better understand and sympathize with her hopeless situation.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
There was nothing to indicate to the forty-odd boys and girls in Freda Yale's eighth grade class at Bedrock Elementary School, that today would be any different than any of the other twenty-one days since the fall term began. As a matter of fact, it was not going to be any different for any of them - except Dudley Hunt. The ironic part of it was, if anyone took a poll of all the students in that eighth grade class, Dudley would win the nod as the most unlikely to have anything very exciting happen to him.
To begin with, even for a boy of fourteen, he was small and frail and always a squeaky clean kid. His blond hair, worn neatly combed and cut to the lobes of his ears, gave him an almost effeminate look. This appearance might lead one to believe that surely he must be a straight "A" student. To the contrary Dudley ranked down near the bottom of the lower half of his class - athletically, socially and as a scholar. Yet it was these very qualities, or lack of qualities, that attracted Freda to him from the very first day she saw him at the start of the fall term. Although she gave not the slightest indication that she was any more interested in his welfare, than anyone else in her class.
For almost three weeks, Freda waited for Dudley to make his first slip, do something for which she might discipline him. Then just when she was about ready to give up on him, she caught him glancing at someone else's paper during a test. Freda did not scold him in front of the class. She simply caught his eye and let him know that she had seen what he did. She waited until school was over and the students began to gather up their books and papers and file out of the room. Then quite unceremoniously, she said, "I'd like you to stay for a few minutes, Dudley. I want a word with you."
The other girls and boys exchanged amused glances. Then when they got into the corridor, they giggled and laughed. To them, nothing could be more ludicrously fitting than for "Dudley the Drip" and "Old Maid Miss Yale" to be alone together.
The label that the kids at school had pinned on Freda fit her perfectly. At thirty, she was not only a spinster, but with her mousy-colored hair drawn back severely at the back of her head, wearing not a trace of makeup, gold-rimmed granny glasses and drab, unflattering clothes, Freda was as sexless and unglamorous-looking as a woman possibly could make herself. But she was an excellent teacher. In the couple of years that she had been at Bedrock Elementary School, even her severest critics among the students, as well as her fellow-teachers and members of the school board, had to agree to that.
The holder of a master's degree in English literature, Freda was eligible for teaching jobs at high school and junior college levels. Each year as new teacher contracts were negotiated, Freda was offered higher status, better paying jobs. But she continually refused them - even though it was true that she had changed schools a number of times during her brief teaching career.
"I find far greater gratification and much more challenge in teaching elementary grades," was her argument and no one disputed her. If she wanted to stay at the elementary grade level it was her own business. Same as the town of Bedrock itself was of her own choosing. There was nothing very much to distinguish it from all the other small communities sprinkled throughout upstate New York. It was staid, middle-class and perhaps less progressive than most other towns. As an example, when it was suggested that elementary school children be given sex education, more than three-quarters of the town voted against it. As a compromise they settled for it to begin with students at the high school level.
After the last of his classmates had left the room, Freda let Dudley sit at his desk for a few minutes, stewing in his own juices. Then finally she looked up from the stack of papers she was correcting on her desk and said, flatly, "You know, of course, Dudley, why I asked you to stay this afternoon? You were cheating."
Dudley began to perspire, his boyish face pale. "No, ma'am - I-I was just-"
"Please, Dudley," Freda interrupted. "Let us not compound the incident by lying. I saw you looking at Sally Bradshaw's paper during the test."
Dudley dropped his eyes, guiltily.
"Cheaters are not looked upon as very nice people, Dudley," Freda went on, reprovingly. "And I'm sure that you don't want people to look at you that way, do you?"
"No, ma'am," the boy replied sheepishly, his blond head still bowed.
"The one sure way to teach people who cheat never to cheat again is to punish them," the teacher said sternly. "Of course, I could let your parents administer your punishment, or even report you to the principal and see how he'd like to handle the situation. But I have a feeling you wouldn't want me to do either of those things, would you?"
Dudley swallowed, his face shiny with nervous perspiration. "No, ma'am."
"Then suppose you get up and close the door," Freda said with a mild tightening in her voice.
Dudley got up at once, walked to the door and pushed it shut.
"Lock it - please," the woman told him.
Dudley frowned with mild befuddlement. But he did as he was told. He fumbled a moment with the lock then secured it.
"Now step over here to my desk," Freda told him, aware of a slight, gradual increase in her pulse.
Dudley moved forward and halted alongside her chair, behind the desk. She avoided his gaze, self-consciously, took a deep breath and said, "Pull down your pants."
The boy gulped and slowly echoed her words as if he were sure he had not heard correctly. "Pull . . .,down ... my pants?"
"Do as I say!" she ordered with sudden sharpness. Then she met his gaze, unblinkingly. "There's only one remedy for young men who cheat - a good paddling. Or perhaps you think you're too old to be paddled and would rather I tell your parents, or turn you over to the principal?"
"Oh no, ma'am," Dudley gasped as his hands went for the buckle of his wide belt and unfastened it. Then he turned his back to the teacher, shyly, and unzipped his fly. He hesitated a moment, then let his jeans slide down his skinny legs to the floor.
"Your underpants, too," Freda told him.
There was another bashful pause. Then he realized that no matter how hard she spanked him, it could not begin to compare with the weight of his father's hand, or anything that the school principal might do. So he unsnapped his shorts and let them join his jeans down around his ankles.
"Now - get across my knees," Freda said, the first indication of any real emotion catching in her voice, a gradual warmth creeping into her loins. Then as her young student turned to face her, in spite of his efforts to hide it with his boyish hands, she caught the first glimpse of his penis. It looked rather large for such a small boy, certainly bigger than she had imagined it would be. By her own delimitation, it was a real cutie. Hanging down flaccidly between his legs with the wrinkled foreskin covering the glans, it looked for all the world like a flesh-colored tassel.
As he faced her, Dudley too came in for a mild shock to see that she had pulled up her knee-length skirt to midway between her pantyhose-encased thighs, to expose surprisingly well-shaped thighs for such a slender woman.
When he did not move quickly enough to satisfy her, Freda grabbed his arm and pulled him face-downward across her lap; his naked, boyish buttocks staring up whitely at her. She paused a moment, then brushed his shirt tail up several inches above his waist, baring his entire rear end, and ran the palm of her right hand over his satin-smooth ass-cheeks softly, almost sensuously. His warm flesh seemed to burn her fingers and she felt a nice itchy glow in her pussy, as she began to spank him - not slapping his buttocks really hard, just bringing her hand down on his cheeks very lightly.
Then something happened! She felt something hot and hard throbbing against her thigh. Of course she knew what it was, but she pretended shocked surprise as she asked, "Dudley! What - what is that?"
Dudley swallowed, mortified, that she should discover his erection. "It-it always get like that when anybody spanks me. My mother gave me a terrible licking one day, 'cause I got that way when she started to spank me. I-I can't help it, Miss Yale, honest!"
The next thing the boy knew, the woman's free hand moved up between his legs from behind to take hold of his swollen penis. Cripes! He certainly hadn't figured on this! What was she doing?
His boyish cock felt good in her palm, and she continued to hold it for several moments, waiting to see what his reaction would be. After the first brief panic left him he lay motionless, still face down across her thighs, everything silent in the room except the noticeable increase in their breathing. Then she squeezed the swelling rod of flesh and felt his shaft harden a little more. With this reassurance, she began a slow stroking, up and down, and heard him mewl contentedly.
"Feel good?" she murmured.
"Oh yes . . . yes ..." he sighed.
"No one ever do it to you before?"
"No, ma'am."
"But you've done it to yourself?"
"Oh - no, ma'am!" Dudley denied, emphatically.
"Darling," she said sternly as she stopped stroking him and held his boyish length very tightly in her hand. "Lying is just as bad as cheating. Besides, masturbation - playing with yourself - is nothing to be ashamed of. It's quite wholesome, normal and sound. Even grown men and women find it necessary to masturbate sometimes - to release tension." A pause. "You have done it to yourself, haven't you?"
Dudley swallowed, still a little reluctant to admit to such a thing. But finally he squeaked out, "Yes, ma'am - a couple of times."
Freda smiled. "That's better." She stroked him maybe a dozen more times, until she felt her fingers getting sticky wet from the involuntary secretions that dribbled excitedly down from the tiny hole in the tip. Then she took away her hand and said, "You'd better get up now."
Reluctantly, the boy lifted himself off his teacher's lap and stood beside her, looking a little ridiculous with his jeans and shorts still down around his ankles, his penis jutting out from his smooth hairless belly like a pointer with a glistening wet tip. It was obvious by his expression how disappointed he was that Miss Yale had not completed what she started. By the gathering ache in his testicles, he knew that he was going to have a severe case of "lover's nuts", even if in his naivete he did not know what the pain was called.
Freda was frustrated, too. But she had her reasons for not finishing him, making him cum. First of all, she could not keep the door locked for too long. If Charlie, the janitor, or one of the cleaning women, or even one of the other teachers, came along and found the door locked, they might grow suspicious - especially if they learned one of her young male students was locked in the room with her. That kind of situation she could do without. Besides, this had only been a test, a trial run, to see if at fourteen Dudley was ready for sex. From her own sad experience, she had discovered that some boys, late in maturing, are not capable even at fifteen. There was one more very important reason for this experiment, and that was to make sure that Dudley could keep his mouth shut.
As she told him when he pulled up his shorts and pants, "I'm sure you're not going to tell anyone that I had you take down your pants and spanked you, are you, darling?"
"No, ma'am, Miss Yale," he assured her emphatically.
Freda smiled and told him he was free to go.
CHAPTER TWO
Freda Yale lived in a small, three room, first floor apartment about ten minutes from school by car. Usually she stopped off on her way home to shop at the small shopping center in town. But this afternoon - Friday, four days after her "experiment" with Dudley in the classroom - she drove straight home, parked her car in the space allotted to her behind the apartment building and hurried inside. Once there, she went directly into the bedroom and began to pull off her clothes, and with each layer stripped away, her beauty grew.
Her long hair now brushed out and hanging below her shoulders, no longer appeared mousy-colored. Instead it had taken on a sort of frosted look. Even though her face was completely devoid of all makeup, as she stood before the mirror in her bedroom, she seemed to become more and more beautiful with each article of clothing she took off.
The fact that her rib cage, her collar bone and her hip bones showed slightly, only tended to make her otherwise perfectly formed body look more youthfully sensuous. This also accentuated the size and voluptuousness of her breasts. Though she was of no more than average height, Freda's legs were long, white and shapely, rising up temptingly into firm, well-rounded buttocks.
She allowed her eyes to pore over her naked form for a moment, eyeing the pink buds of her swollen nipples against the blue-veined whiteness of her breasts, and at the triangle of crisp, curly brown hair that covered the prominent rise of her pubic bone.
Certainly, no one seeing her now, as she turned away from the looking glass and hurried nakedly into the adjoining bath, would have thought of her as a dried-up old maid, much less recognized her as the dowdy-looking teacher who wore such unglamorous clothes. But there was reason for the drab, lackluster appearance that made her look like someone from another century - if not from another world.
Freda had undergone a violent sexual experience when she was only thirteen and not yet fully developed. She could still remember the incident with crystal clarity, even though it had happened more than seventeen years ago.
She had come home from school earlier than usual one afternoon, to find that her mother had gone visiting and her father, of course, was at work. Unexpectedly, she found her Uncle Matt sitting in the living room watching television - one of the few in the neighborhood at the time. It took her only a few moments to discover that he had been drinking - drinking rather heavily, in fact - when he began hugging and kissing her. At first, she thought it was a lot of fun having a man who was almost forty making such a fuss over her. It wasn't until he wrestled her to the floor and began feeling her immature breasts through her dress, putting a hand up under her short skirt and rubbing her pussy outside her panties that she became alarmed.
She tried to push against him and get away, to ignore the sensations he was bringing her. But they were so new and overpowering that it became more and more impossible for her to resist him. She could hear her own breathing, ragged and uneven, and feel her thighs moving apart as if by themselves. It was a terrible and frightening helplessness and the young teenager began to fight against him with all her strength. But he handled her like the child she was. All the while, he kept kissing her, filling her mouth with his alcohol-laden breath and his tongue and she could feel herself melting in spite of his forced intimacy.
She tasted hot panic as she felt his hands pulling at her clothing until her tingling, little-girl breasts were free and naked to his eyes. Then suddenly Freda realized how wrong it had been to even let him kiss her... terribly, terribly wrong. She begged him to let her go, trying to escape the hand that was stroking her naked young breasts.
"Relax. It's gotta happen sometime. Better it happens with me. Somebody who knows his way around," her uncle told her, as his fingers plucked and played with the hardened pink points of her tingling nipples, until she began to shiver and pant in unwanted arousal. He looked down at her body, bared now to the waist. "You're gonna have nice titties," he murmured. "In fact, they're plenty nice right now."
Freda saw her Uncle Matt's balding head dive for her breasts and the next moment all reality started to slip away from her as she felt his tongue lick and suck at her defenseless nipples. Never before in her life had she known such incredible sensations as his tongue continued to tease her flesh and seduce her senses. She strained once again to push away from him but it was useless.
The next thing she knew, he was tearing off what little remained of her clothing - dress, panties, flimsy training brassiere, socks and flats. He carried her naked through the house into his bedroom, where he quickly stripped off his trousers and shorts and got onto the bed with her, still wearing his shirt. It was then that she saw his penis - the first man's penis she had ever seen, and she stared paralyzed with fear at his size.
She'd never even thought about a man's penis, and now here was her Uncle's - nakedly massive and menacing - right before her eyes.
Terror-stricken, Freda tried to crawl across the bed, away from his intimidating cock, a cold fear crawling in the pit of her stomach at the mere thought of what he might do to her with it. But he caught her and squeezed her under-developed breasts until the tears welled in her eyes. Then he held her down on the bed on her back, crawled atop her, wedged his sweaty, half-naked body between her legs and began sucking at her painfully tender breasts until she thought they would burst in his mouth.
"Please, Uncle Matt," she whimpered piteously, "Let me go."
"Not yet, sweetheart," he grunted as he lowered himself down on her, wheezing as he reached down between her legs and guided his cock toward her moistening pussy.
Freda squirmed and lurched frantically to avoid the fearful penetration, but he was wedged between her thighs so she could not get away. She was aware of the stomach-curdling presence of his cock-head between the delicate pink lips of her girlish vagina. Her heart pounded and she screamed and wriggled, but in vain.
Without a second thought, her uncle drove into her. His lust-hardened penis seemed to slice into her belly like a red-hot blade - penetrating deeper and deeper. The stabbing pain that lanced through her loins told the teenager that she was no longer a virgin! The pain was the ripping tear of her hymen, giving way before the merciless advance of her uncle's turgid rod of flesh. Freda felt the terrible fullness of a man's cock up inside her belly - a sensation of incredible size, of searing, expanding flesh that stretched the tender walls of her vagina to the point of splitting, bringing her sharp, burning, almost unendurable pain.
He kept pressing deeper into her belly, groaning with lust and with no regard at all for her feelings. "Christ - but you're tight! I never felt a cunt so tight!"
Freda kept her face turned, staring at the wall, so she wouldn't have to look at her uncle's lecherous face. She shook and sobbed. Her mouth was twisted with pain, her eyes closed and full of tears, her fingers digging into the flesh of her uncle's arms as he held her down, powerless, on the bed.
Then Uncle Matt began fucking her, driving his blood-engorged cock mindlessly up between her open legs, like one animal humping another. And that was what she thought of him as - an animal, as his sweaty paunch pounded up and down against hers. Sweat from his face dripped down onto her naked young breasts, making her flesh crawl with shame and revulsion. He sounded like an animal, too, grunting and groaning as he kept plunging his murderous cock into her defenseless little pussy. His lips were drawn back in a pleasurable grimace, making him look uglier than she had ever known him.
As far as actual minutes were concerned, her uncle was quick. But to Freda it was an eternity of ripping, hammering, unending pain. As his drives deepened and became more intense, his long tireless penis speared up into Freda's virginal belly faster and more cruelly.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh!" she groaned, as his loins smacked hard against hers, but her uncle wasn't listening.
Then all at once, she felt his body stiffen and quiver. His eyes closed and he threw back his head, his mouth opening and closing like a stranded fish's. "Oh, Jeezzz!" He groaned and spurted and jerked forward as if someone had touched him with a live wire from behind.
Freda cried out in fear as she felt her uncle cum, felt the uncontrollable contractions of his spending shaft wedged tight in her fuck-raw young vagina, and she felt him shooting his load of sperm deep into her belly. And then the most incredible thing happened to her!
For a moment it felt as if something were twisting and burrowing crazily through her abdomen. It began in her anus and then spread rapidly outward through her cock-skewered loins to her entire helpless young body. Gasping, Freda felt the full sweep of her first climax seize her belly. She shuddered and caught her lower lip between her teeth to keep from yelling out, digging her fingernails into her palms. For eternal seconds, she soared mewling through a fiery heaven, wrapped in the most heavenly sensation she had ever known.
When Freda finally opened her eyes, she saw her Uncle Matt hovering over her on shaky elbows and knees. He lavished her small naked breasts with a sloppy kiss. Then he emitted a deep breath of satisfaction, pulled his fading cock out of her and sat back on his haunches. He looked down unfazed at her soft pink-fleshed cunt and then at his cock smeared with the blood of her virginity.
He got off the bed, grabbed his trousers and shorts and went into the bathroom. He was in there about five minutes, and when he came out, he found his niece still lying on the bed, curling up in a fetal position, sobbing her heart out.
Uncle Matt walked to the bed and halted beside it. He frowned down at her. "What the hell're you bawling about?"
Freda did not respond. Instead she began to shake.
"We'd better get you into the John and get you cleaned up before your mother comes home," he advised her. When she still made no answer, he put a knee on the bed and leaned forward to stroke her bare back.
Freda arched away from his hand as if it were white-hot. Scrambling to the other side of the bed, at the same time grasping the top sheet and holding it up under her chin, she looked up at him, accusingly, ashamedly, her face streaked with tears, but still she said nothing.
He met her gaze sternly and without any softness in his voice, said, "Look, I told you sooner or later it had to happen. You're just lucky it happened with me."
Her eyes narrowed and her pretty mouth twisted with ugliness. "I hate you!"
He smiled. "Sure you do - for right now. But in a little while, you'll start feeling grateful." He hesitated a moment then added with quiet menace, "Just one thing - if you've got any ideas about telling your mother or your old man, you'd better get it right outta your mind. Or I'll come back and make that fuck seem like a picnic. Now get your pretty pink ass up off that bed and in the John, so we can get you cleaned up."
The experience Freda had in bed with her uncle was nothing compared to the humiliation she suffered after he got her into the bathroom and stayed with her while she douched. Only it did not happen in the usual manner. Instead he had brought a six-ounce bottle of warm Coke with him from the kitchen, made her sit in the tub and spread her legs wide apart. Then he shook the bottle of Coke vigorously, shoved the narrow neck up into her sperm-filled vagina, and let the soda pop act as an effervescent douche.
Since that day, it seemed that every time Freda got into a tub, or certainly whenever she douched, she relived that harrowing experience. Worse still, the hurt she suffered and the bestial way her uncle went about deflowering her, turned her against all males.
In fact, for a long time, it even turned her against sex. But she could not keep from remembering the fantastic feelings she enjoyed when her orgasm caught on. A feeling that, as time passed, grew ever stronger and stronger in her memory, until she began to wonder if she could bring herself the same pleasurable sensation without the pain.
With remarkable restraint, the young teenager put off finding out until one hot summer night, when she was just sixteen. She had fibbed about her age, so she could see an X-rated movie that stirred her long repressed prurient desires, awakening them like a seething volcano. She could hardly wait until she got home and was alone in her room. Then she sprawled out on her bed, naked - something she seldom did. But the excuse she gave herself was that the night was exceptionally hot.
She lay on her back, her long legs spread wide apart, hoping that the gentle night breeze blowing in through the open window might ease the burning, itching sensation in her vagina, but it didn't. If anything, the warm breeze seemed to arouse her more. Without fully realizing, or maybe pretending not to, her right hand traveled downward over her belly to rest easily, naturally, on her dark hair-covered pussy.
She lay that way motionless for several moments, then gradually her fingers bent downward between her thighs, her middle finger threading its way slowly, hesitantly, between the velvet-soft lips of her moistening cunt. She sighed at the pleasure of her own touch, then paused a moment with a mild twinge of conscience. Then the finger dipped deeper, moving as if with a mind of its own, over her stiffening clitoris and deep into the widening entrance of her vagina.
She closed her eyes tight against the darkness and began breathing softly but with quickening excitement through her partly open mouth. Her hips began undulating smoothly against the mattress as her palm pressed down hard on her tingling pussy mound, her middle finger moving faster now, in artful, juicy circles in and out of her warmly accepting slit.
Freda moaned softly and her eyelids fluttered, her tongue licking frantically at her parted lips. Her free hand moved up to grasp her left breast and squeeze it, while her fingertips played with the desire-stiffened tip, gently at first, then more vigorously as her pleasure and excitement mounted and she rode the upsweep of a blissful climax.
"Oh, oh God, oh," she moaned as the waves of orgasm washed over her naked flesh.
She found herself indulging in the accompaniment of all masturbation - fantasy.
Wild, perverted, blushingly bold images passed before her tightly shut eyes. She refused to conjure a mental image of her Uncle Matt, but a score of other men appeared before her, doing erotic things to her. But all of them ultimately repulsed her as much as the thought of her uncle. So, she envisioned girls that she knew, girls in her class at school, girls that she liked a great deal. She imagined that it was their hands on her breasts, their fingers lewdly finger-fucking her, and that seemed to bring her more pleasure than any of the men.
Then as her wanton excitement increased, the sixteen year old brunette emptied her mind of fancy and concentrated on what she was doing to herself. She panted and writhed on the bed as she felt her second orgasm catching on - this one promising to be far stronger than the first.
"Aiiee! Ah! Ahhhhh!" she moaned with unrestrained lust as the climax broke in her loins in seething waves, inundating her body with overwhelming pleasure. She was caught up in a rainbow of violently streaking colors, all mixed together in a spinning vortex of sex as her orgasm soared to its highest pitch and then began to recede, taking the wild array of colors with it...
During the years that followed, Freda became more and more proficient at the fine art of masturbation, turning it into a pleasure of considerable skill and satisfaction. But she did not attain this high degree of perfection until after she had reached her full maturity and successfully managed to exclude all men and eventually all members of her own sex from her fantasies and make only boys her dream lovers. Boys never older than fifteen, never threatening, never frightening. Boys she culled from all sorts of places - the boy who delivered her daily paper, the boxboy who was always so polite and attentive to her at the supermarket where she shopped, the quiet boy who lived with his parents in one of the upper floor apartments, the boy she watched ride to school every day on his bike, the boy in one of the situation comedies on TV. There was no end to the adolescent young men who became the protagonists in her auto-erotic reveries.
Perhaps more than anything else, this constant association with young boys in her dreams helped her decide to become a teacher. Certainly it was her main reason for declining all opportunities to take a teaching job at any level above elementary school, because, while there were an equal number and at times even more girls in her classes, it put her in direct contact with boys. Which served her purpose very nicely. Because from the time she began to teach school, she had managed to make very carefully selected young male members of her classes more than mere figments of her imagination. Very discretely she had come to make them her adolescent flesh-and-blood lovers!
By this time, Freda had finished her bath and was toweling herself dry when the doorbell shattered her reminiscing. She tossed the towel aside and hurried into the bedroom, glancing at the clock on the nightstand beside the bed. It was just a few minutes past four. Dudley had made exceptionally good time getting here. She hadn't expected him until four-thirty. Hurriedly, she pulled on a pair of whisper-weight black nylon panties and drew on a fragile negligee over her otherwise naked body. Then she slipped her feet into a pair of low-heeled mules, brushed her long brown hair back over her shoulders and walked out of the bedroom.
Unlocking the door, Freda opened it as far as the chain-lock would reach. Dudley smiled back at her, brightly, if just a trifle timidly, from the corridor.
Freda had given him four days to see whether or not he would say anything about what happened that afternoon in the classroom and he had passed the test with flying colors. So she had decided it was safe to invite him to her apartment.
Again, she handled the situation with her usual skill and decorum. Even Dudley could not be sure why she wanted him to visit with her after school. He could guess and he could hope. But he could not be certain, because Freda had been very careful to wait until class was over yesterday afternoon. Then she took him aside and eased into the subject very subtly.
"I'm worried about your grades, Dudley," she told the young teenager. "They're far below average, and if they don't show a marked improvement, I'm afraid you're not going to graduate with the rest of the class."
Dudley's face fell in disappointment.
"Of course, we have almost nine months before graduation," Freda pointed out. "And that's all the time it takes for a baby to develop and be born. And if something like that can happen, maybe if we work very diligently, we can perform the same sort of a miracle with your grades?"
Dudley looked at his teacher hopefully. "How can we do that?"
Freda glanced quickly around to make sure none of the other students were listening, then she replied, "You could study with me, Dudley, let me help you a couple of afternoons a week."
"Yes, ma'am," the boy agreed eagerly. "Will we work here?"
Freda paused for another cautious look over her shoulder, then lowering her voice to a whisper replied, "No. At my place. A bus goes right from here to my corner. No more than a fifteen minute ride. I'll give you my address tomorrow." Then, as an afterthought, "Of course, you understand, this is going to be our secret? No one's to know - not even your parents. Or else, I might get into considerable trouble for showing partiality to a student.. . uh ... Promise this will be our secret?"
Dudley smiled broadly. "Yes, ma'am."
Now he was there at her door and as she removed the safety chain she said, "You're a little early."
"Yes, ma'am, Miss Yale," Dudley replied. "I didn't bother to wait for the bus. I hopped on my bike instead. I left it out front, okay?"
Freda smiled warmly. "More than okay, darling. Riding your bike instead of the bus is even better. No chance of you bumping into any of the other students. Yes, darling, that was really using your head."
He grinned at the compliment, his brown eyes widening considerably, as he stepped across the threshold and caught sight of her loosely contained breasts.
Freda closed the door behind her curious student and showed the way into the living room, well aware that his eyes were following the movement of her flexing buttocks under her light black negligee, as he followed closely behind her. The fluttering that this attention caused in her tummy was not at all unusual. She always felt that way the first time she was with a new boy, a new adolescent conquest.
"I haven't quite finished dressing, darling," she said to him as she waved him to the couch. "Can I get you a nice glass of milk and some cookies while you're waiting for me? Before we start work?"
"Okay," was his answer as he fought to keep his eyes off her lusciously-formed breasts so clearly outlined through her negligee.
Actually, Freda was not in the habit of greeting her young visitors in such a flimsy attire - especially not on their first outing. The way Dudley was looking at her, plus her own anticipation, unnerved her to the point where she found herself clutching self-consciously at the bodice of her frail gown. "Is something wrong, Dudley? I mean - the way you're staring. Am I making you uncomfortable?"
"Oh no, ma'am," was his quick embarrassed reply. "I-I guess - it's just that I never saw you look the way you look now - I mean with your hair down and all - you just don't look like you look every day in school."
Freda smiled more easily. "Don't you approve of my new look?"
"Oh, heck yes!" he blurted out. "It makes you look so different... so pretty!"
Her smile deepened. "Well, thank you, darling!" She stared at him a moment longer, and then she began getting funny feelings in her belly, down between her legs, and she guessed she had better get him that glass of milk and those cookies and then maybe put on something a little less revealing.
"Suppose you start getting your books and things out on the cocktail table while I go into the kitchen," she suggested. Then she turned and walked out of the room.
CHAPTER THREE
After she got into the kitchen and poured his glass of milk and placed half-a-dozen or more cookies on a tray, Freda had some second thoughts about putting on more clothes. While it was true that Dudley had made her feel a little uneasy by the way he looked at her, that was the sole purpose of inviting him here - to arouse him. So she was still wearing the negligee with nothing underneath it except her black nylon panties when she came back into the living room.
Dudley was still seated on the divan with his books spread out before him on the coffee table as she had suggested. He cleared one end of the tabletop quickly to accommodate the tray she was holding.
As she leaned forward to place the tray before him on the low table, the top of her negligee fell open, exposing her breasts to his view almost in their full milk-white entirety. She straightened up at once, pulling the top of the gown together to cover her breasts, but she could see by his expression the way his eyes were threatening to bug right out of his boyish face, that just that mere glimpse of her naked breasts had served its purpose admirably.
"Do you like milk, Dudley?" she asked matter-of-factly, almost as if she were unaware that her breasts had been momentarily bared.
He swallowed with some difficulty. "Yes, Miss Yale."
"That's good. Milk is one of the best foods there is," Freda told him. "It makes you virile. Do you know what virile means?"
"I-I think so," Dudley replied. "It means being a man."
Freda smiled. "That's very good, darling." Then momentarily falling into the teacher mold. "Actually, it means having manly strength, being vigorous, forceful, procreative." A pause to study his face. "But of course, you wouldn't be expected to know what procreative means."
Dudley shook his blond head and Freda didn't pursue the subject. Instead she watched him reach for the glass of milk and one of the cookies. Then she said, "I think we can both work more easily if I sit beside you on the sofa."
He moved a few inches to make room for her and went on eating his cookie and drinking his milk as she gathered the skirt of her negligee around her legs and sat down alongside him.
She waited until he had finished the cookie and drunk most of the milk and set the glass down on the table before she spoke again.
"I'm wondering what subject we should take up first," she said. "You seem to have the most trouble with math and grammar, so suppose we work on one of them? Grammar first? That suit you?"
"Yes, ma'am," the boy replied, wiping the milk from his lips with the back of his hand.
"Let's first review the basic rules for good grammar so we can both be sure we have everything straight in our minds," Freda began, trying not to sound too much like a teacher and maybe frighten him off, yet at the same time not make her purpose in inviting him here too obvious. It would be much more fun for both of them if she was not too aggressive right at the start, if she let him carry the ball for at least part of the way. "A pronoun used as a subject takes the nominative case. Do you know what that means, Dudley?"
"I think so."
"An example: "I know of no other person in the entire club who is more kind-hearted than - she or her? Which is correct?"
"Her?"
Freda shook her head, a few strands of her frosted brown hair falling before her face. "No, darling. She is correct. The reason: she is the subject of the understood verb is. It will help you to choose the correct pronoun if you mentally supply the understood verb."
As she spoke, she deftly allowed the bottom folds of her negligee to fall open, baring her shapely leg almost up to the crotch band of her black nylon panties. It was as impossible for Dudley to ignore the liberal display of gleaming female flesh as it was for her not to see the way the lump at his crotch was straining against the material of his snug denims.
"Well - I see we're being a naughty boy again, aren't we?" Freda remarked, not too severely. "And this time without being spanked."
Dudley felt as though he were caught with his fist in a cookie jar - only worse. He tried frantically to cover the telltale bulge with his hands as he kept staring as if mesmerized at his scheming teacher's bare thighs. "I-I can't help it, Miss Yale," he spluttered apologetically. "It-it just happened."
She smiled inwardly. "You mean just looking at my bare legs made you feel that way?"
He gulped and wagged his head, his insides trembling with fright. All thought of what had happened back there in the classroom four days ago washed from his mind. "Like I said - I can't help it. It-it just happens sometimes."
"But my heavens, darling, they're only legs," she declared, trying hard to act and sound cool and collected. But inside her belly she was aware of a funny tight feeling, a glow of sweet sensation in her pussy. As if to emphasize her point more clearly, she opened her negligee a little wider to show him her clinging black nylon panties in vivid contrast with the alabaster flesh of her thighs. Only the reinforced crotch of her panties hid her hair-covered pussy mound and the swollen lips of her vagina from his view.
It pleased her immensely to see the thin line of perspiration that had formed on his upper lips, his eyes burning like two hot coals. Together with the throbbing swelling beneath his denims, she knew that further subterfuge was entirely unnecessary, that he was as ready as she.
"Suppose you lie down for a moment, darling," she suggested.
"But I thought we were going to study," he said, a little foggy-eyed.
"Later," she told him. "Right now I think we have a far more important subject than grammar to take care of. So you just lie down and relax."
She moved forward on the couch cushion just enough so that he could stretch out to his full length on his back on the sofa. As most any boy of fourteen might be, he was hesitant, not at all sure what his teacher had in mind. Cripes, was she going to spank him again just for getting a hard-on looking at her almost naked breasts and legs? Or was she ...
After he was sprawled out on the sofa, she moved the coffee table back a little, out of the way. Then she shifted her position so that she was sitting at the right side of him on the sofa, her right hip against his so she could watch his expression while she worked on him. The obvious bulge in his pants had wilted a little due to his uncertainty, and Dudley was now lying there uneasily waiting for his teacher's next move. As Freda ran her hand along his thigh from his kneecap up to his waist, careful to skirt the slowly rejuvenating swelling, his young penis once again surged to full size, lewdly tenting out the material of his pants and making Freda smile. So far, she had not touched his little cock. Now she simply encircled the base of it with her fingers, teasing, watching it stiffen out and throb more and more excitedly.
She saw his eyes riveted on her breasts that the negligee barely covered, the material thin enough to outline the tight thrust of her nipples. "Would you like to touch them, darling?
Would he! His hands fairly leaped up from his sides and grabbed her breasts through the light covering. He had never touched or held a woman's breasts before. The feel of the soft, firm, weighty flesh in his fingers, the pebble-hard nipples against his palms, was one of the most delightful sensations the innocent blond teenager had ever known. He jiggled and squeezed them through the sheer black nylon, pressing his fingers greedily into the dough-like mounds.
"Gently, my darling. Be gentle," Freda whispered. "They're so very sensitive."
Then she closed her eyes and threw her head back, the muscles in her neck straining as his boyish hands went on fondling her thinly clad flesh. It was this awkward inexperience that never failed to bring Freda her greatest thrill. There was something about a boy's first touch of her body that excited and electrified her as much as it did them. Maybe that was why she preferred young boys: virgins who had never been intimate with a woman before. Open-eyed, eager and unknowing, they were, and it was impossible to predict what they would do next, how they would react, making it as new and different for her as it was for them.
Freda took as much of his hands on her breasts as she could until he made them feel alive with an electric urgency, a fierce wanting. Then she opened her eyes, looked down at him and asked, "Would you like to open my negligee now, darling?"
She showed him how to untie the belt, and then he parted the gown, allowing her tingling breasts to spring free. He stared up at the full naked white mounds of flesh dangling above him, the nipples standing out against the soft whiteness like hot pink push-buttons. She started to lean into him so he could take one of the tiny buds in his mouth, but a thought struck her, and she straightened and reached for his glass from the cocktail table. There was just enough milk left in it so that she could wet her fingertips and thoroughly moisten each of her nipples and areolas.
"Now, darling, you like milk so much . . . " She leaned slowly and provocatively closer to Dudley so that all he had to do was lift his head slightly and take one milk-wet little nipple into his mouth. Closing her eyes, Freda tensed with the stab of ecstasy his trembling young lips brought her as they encompassed her right areola and he sucked the aroused little nubbin into his mouth. "Gently, darling. Don't bite and don't suck too hard. Just lick all around. Get the milk off."
He did as she told him, dragging his tongue over her excited nipple like a live wire. Her hands at the back of his head, Freda pulled his face deeper into the warm spongy flesh of her breast. She took as much of his suckling of her right breast as she could stand, then she pulled the nipple, wet and inflamed, from his mouth and let him suck for a few moments at her left breast.
"Now you just lie back, darling and close your lovely eyes," she breathed heavily, her hands already fumbling with his zipper. "I want you to promise that no matter what I do, you won't open your eyes, that you'll just lie there like a good boy. Promise?"
"Yes, Miss Yale, oh yes, I promise," Dudley panted as he lay his head back on the sofa cushions, stretched out his legs and snapped his eyes shut tight.
Freda could feel the tenseness of her young student's body as she finally managed to unzip his fly. She was not exactly calm herself. Her nostrils flared and her breathing deepened as she probed through the opening of his denims, and then his white jockey underpants with a shaking hand to wrap her long cool fingers knowledgeably around his boiling hot penis.
The incredulous fourteen year old squirmed and moaned pleasurably as she slowly coaxed his rigid cock out of his pants. His shorts were saturated with his eager seminal secretions and adhered to his cock like wet tissue paper as she maneuvered his slender rod of flesh.
Finally Freda managed to steer it to his open fly and it sprang out like a flesh-colored missile leaving an underground silo. She took away her hand and stared down at his penis with keen delight. Except for those few brief hurried moments in the classroom, she had not had a really close look at it. Now she could take all the time she wanted to study and admire it. It wasn't very fat around although fully erect and hard, but then it wasn't the size of their penises that made Freda Yale turn to teenage boys. It was simply that they were more gentle, more accommodating and in their awkward inexperience, more appreciative.
The half-naked teacher could not help but feel wickedly excited as she continued to stare down at her student's boyish cock standing up stiff and straight out of his open fly, pulsing as if with a heartbeat all its own. She could see the glans, still sheathed, peeking out redly and shyly from the wrinkled collar of his foreskin, making it just as intriguing and exciting as if it had been twice the size.
Dudley's thighs jumped as Freda took hold of his penis again, her hand covering almost all of its length except the head. She loved the sponge rubber feel of it, and when she squeezed it, she could feel the inner core of its hardness. She bent it slightly and heard him moan. Then she began stroking him, applying a slight pressure so that the foreskin moved back with each downward stroke, exposing more and more of the bulging knob that was glistening with viscous pre-cum. Finally the head slipped free, swelling up toward her and looking for all the world like a bright and shining Christmas tree bulb.
Freda could not resist the temptation of bending forward until her moist red lips were pursed no more than an inch away from Dudley's wetly pulsing cock-head. Her pink tongue shot out like a chameleon's snapping at a fly to lave the slippery velvet surface of the boy's glans and then disappeared quickly back into her mouth as she savored the flavor of his youthful hardness.
It had been some time since Freda tasted boy-cock. Because it was not always easy to find just the right young man for her lascivious endeavors. Boys like Dudley did not happen along every day or every week or even every month. One a term had been Freda's average, for her own safety as well as anything else.
It took time, patience and discretion. A boy had to be checked out thoroughly to make sure there were no pitfalls, no kickbacks as there had been a couple of times when she first decided to make young boys her lovers. They had to be played along very carefully as one would play a good catch, until she was sure they were hooked. Then as she was doing now, she moved in swiftly.
She pulled down young Dudley's denims and underpants and brushed up the bottom of his pullover shirt, leaving the entire area between his knees and his belly-button uncovered. The sight of his pale naked flesh, his penis standing up from the slight blond fuzz below his belly like a fat little finger and the delicate sac of his testicles hanging down between his skinny legs brought in increased wetness and urgency to her tingling pussy, her nipples springing to new erectness.
She ached to take his boy-cock into her mouth and suck on it, but first she wanted to bring him the absolute maximum in pleasure. If he really was a virgin as he said, she wanted this first time to be a memorable occasion. Also, she wanted him to enjoy it so much he could hardly wait until the next time they were together. For Freda there would be little satisfaction in a one-time-only deal. After being so patient and going to so much trouble to land him, she wanted to be able to depend on Dudley for the rest of the school term.
Taking hold of him again in her left hand, she held the foreskin back all the way and began licking his hard blunt glans again. Her tongue went around and around until the throbbing head was thoroughly moistened with her saliva, and then she tried to wedge the tip of her tongue down inside the tiny slit at the tip.
All the while Dudley kept moaning, adrift in a whirling hot fog. But what really got him was when she took away her hand and began licking up and down the length of his aching penile shaft, torturing the super-sensitive underside of his glans with the pointed end of her tongue that sent electric shocks hurrying down his length, all the way back to his anus. A couple of times, he felt as if he were going to cum. But experienced as she was in the art of cock-sucking, Freda knew all the warning signs and on each occasion drew back from his lewdly upstanding penis in the nick of time. Of course this only tended to make Dudley more susceptible when she went back at him, nibbling her ovalled red lips up and down along the underside of his pulsating shaft and licking at his churning scrotal sac, taking first one and then the other testicle into her mouth and rolling it on her tongue. Finally as eager to take his cock in her mouth as he was to have it there, she spread her lips wide and took his throbbing tool inside. She let it rest a moment on the flat of her tongue then forced the tip upward so that the small unsheathed head rubbed back and forth over the ridges of the roof of her mouth while she sucked furiously.
To her keen delight, she felt his hands reach up and grasp her softly swaying breasts, twisting and squeezing their pebble-tipped ripeness, his boyish fingers delightfully torturing her nipples into further erection. She wriggled her chin between his balls, her frosted hair falling at each side of her face to hide her lewd oral lovemaking. Her moist lips moved tightly down his swollen member to its base, the bristly fuzz of his sparse pubic hair tickling her nose. She took hold of his testicles in her right hand and squeezed them gently, her left hand gliding upward over his belly and beneath his shirt to finger his tiny erected nipples. All the while her head was moving with maddening slowness from side to side as she sucked like a vacuum on the delectable morsel of her young student's flesh.
Then suddenly she could toy with him no longer. There were few things that Freda loved more than to feel the throbbing hardness of a boy's warm teenage cock in her mouth. But always there came that moment when she wanted a cock in her vagina even more. With a final draw that threatened to pull the sperm right up out of his balls, she lifted her mouth away from him. The way his cock, inflamed and swollen with lust from her sucking, was throbbing, it looked as if he might cum right then and there.
He half-opened his eyes and looked up at her disappointedly, wretchedly. Certainly she was not going to leave him like that? She simply could not be that cruel.
She smiled faintly and rose from the sofa.
"I know, darling," she murmured, looking down at him in sympathy. "I know what you want and we'll do it that way later. But for right now - for your first time - I have something even better." She wiggled her shoulders just enough to allow her black silk negligee to slide off them and down her arms to the floor. Then she moved a step closer to him, clad only in her thin black nylon panties. "Take them off me, darling."
The half-naked blond teenager had all he could do to muster the strength to sit up and work her panties off over her hips and down her legs to join her negligee at her feet. He stared in open-eyed wonder at the luxuriant dark curls of her pussy mound glistening wetly where it ran down between her legs.
Tummy drawn in, breasts thrust high, she held her breath and through clenched teeth, hissed at him, "Touch me. Go ahead. Touch me down there!"
She spread her legs just enough to admit his hand. She gasped aloud and her back arched like a strung bow as his fingers brushed tentatively through her pubic hair and gently, curiously, caressed the pink moist folds of her pussy beneath.
"Ooooh, Dudley . . . your fingers are so soft... so nice." Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, and her words came softly, huskily so that Dudley barely heard her. With the damp fleshy softness of her vagina against his palm, he ventured his rigid middle finger between her wet pussy-lips and into the soft, slick, hot flesh inside. With another moan of ecstasy she pressed down tightly against his hand as if trying to swallow up the whole of it.
To Dudley, whose middle finger teasingly explored the hot wet slit, it was as if he were stirring a pot of boiling jelly that had no real substance, the hungering flesh clinging tightly to his finger as it started back near her anus and eased forward, probing the softly throbbing folds of her pussy.
Freda gasped as she felt a second stiffened finger squirm in between her pleasure-engorged cunt lips, and again her spine arched as he continued to move his fingers forward to the front of her cunt. She shivered as his fingertips brushed unknowingly over the bud-like core of her womanhood and sent darts of hot desire shooting throughout her loins.
"Mmmm . . . there darling," she crooned. "Your fingers . . . keep them right there . . . but gently . . . ever-so-gently, my love ..."
He rubbed obediently over her swelling clitoris for a moment, lightly as she told him to. Then he became more curious and made several obscene attempts before he succeeded in trapping the slippery, elusive little button of flesh between his thumb and forefinger and began squeezing it softly.
Gentle as he may have been, each squeeze of her super-sensitive clitoris seemed to send a thousand-volt charge of electricity rippling through her aroused body and she squirmed in uncontrollable lust.
With a beginner's understandable wonderment and fascination, Dudley watched his teacher's naked gyrations as her milk-white body writhed spasmodically before him. He had never seen a grown woman or anyone else for that matter, act this way. That Miss Yale whom everyone called an 'old maid' and said was sexless, should act like this, was even more astounding to him.
"Mmmm, it's beautiful, darling! Your fingers are like magic!" she cried out as he kept grinding her yearning sex-bud back and forth between his fingers as she ground her cunt down against his hand, her voluptuous loins and her belly alive with a mad passion that threatened to devour her.
Her obscenely squirming pussy continued to massage his knuckles and his palm as he kept caressing her aggravated clitoris, squeezing and pulling the tiny pink wet bulb until Freda shook with passion, her throat choked with emotion. He was starting to make her cum!
She could feel her body quivering to the rhythm of his small, boyish fingers as her orgasm began building to a swelling crescendo in her desire-twisted belly. She took her own breasts in her hands and lifted them, squeezing and kneading them into cruel shapes as she opened her legs wider and ground her velvety pussy-flesh harder and harder against young Dudley's hand, wetting it from fingertips to wrist with the hot sticky wetness of her oozing cuntal secretions. She wanted to grab his head, force his face between her legs and fill his mouth with her spasming cunt flesh, but she was too far gone, too weak with the overwhelming sensation that gripped her body.
Her limbs and her body stiffened and she held that way as her mouth dropped open and a groan of passion welled in her throat. Then, "Aaahh . . . don't stop! Whatever you do, my darling . .. don't stop! Oooooh God .. . Oh, I'm cumming! I'm . . . I'm cummiinnggg!"
Every inch of her lust-racked body quivered from head to toe, her torso whipping against his thrill-inducing hand; then she shuddered violently as her orgasm exploded like a time-bomb in her belly. Legs wide apart and bent slightly at the knees, she humped his fingers frantically, trying to keep her climax going as long as she could.
When finally it abated, as usual, instead of appeasing her, it only aroused her more. She threw herself across her half-naked student on the sofa and kissed him passionately on the lips, her tongue invading his mouth to heighten his senses as her uncle once had done to her. Then she invited his tongue into her mouth and sucked and pulled on it as she squirmed her naked body lewdly against his. She wanted to suck on his cock. She wanted to taste its boyish sweet flow again. But she didn't dare. Once she had him in her mouth, she knew she would never let him go until he had spewed his cum right down her throat. As she had told him, she did not want that - not this first time. So she had him move so she could lie down on her back on the sofa. Then she guided him up and over her naked loins.
Freda was too hot to wait and see if he knew what she wanted him to do to her. Instead, she reached down between her legs, found his boyishly excited penis and directed it up to her wetly hungering vagina. She heard the eager teenager hiss and lurch as she swirled his sensitive, unsheathed cock-head over her cum-moistened cuntal folds, concentrating up front on her clitoris.
"When I let go of you, darling, push," she purred tensely, eagerly. "Push that precious little dickie of yours into me as deep and hard as you can."
It was an act that no male, adult or adolescent needed a blueprint to carry out. Even the lowest form of animal life did it, instinctively. In fact, even as Freda was giving him final instructions, Dudley was addressing a slow relentless pressure to her naked cunt.
Big or small, that first entry always was to Freda, the most beautiful sensation in the world - almost better than the actual climax. This was no different. She could feel her eagerly throbbing vaginal lips being pushed apart, the band of encircling muscles just inside tightening for an instant, then giving way under pressure to admit him. There was no pain and no further resistance as she felt his stiff young cock slide deeper and deeper into her churning belly until he was all the way in, right up to his sperm-filled balls that slapped softly against her trembling buttocks, that she lifted off the couch cushions in lurid welcome.
"Unh, ugh, oh God, Miss Yale, oh God, you feel so good!" Dudley groaned.
They lay that way, teacher and student, motionless, for several moments with his youthful prick inside her, pulsing rhythmically against her pulsing clitoris while soaking in her steaming vaginal heat. Then finally she began to move against him, guiding him into a slow, languid rhythm that best suited her.
Dudley, supporting himself above her on his elbows, watched her changing expressions as she twisted and squirmed beneath him, wondering if it was as pleasurable for her as it was for him. He had thought that the warm wet softness of her mouth around his aching cock was the most incredible sensation he had ever known - and up to that moment it had been. But now, with his penis buried in the deep-sucking slit between her legs, there was just no comparison. The soft hot viscous flesh that engulfed his pounding hardness seemed soothing and refreshing after the voluptuous feelings that her mouth and tongue and fingers had brought him.
For Freda, instead of diminishing, the pleasant sensations of her cunt seemed to increase the longer the boy was inside her, the more he followed her lead and humped with her. He never had a massage, but from what he had heard that was what she was doing to his cock, gently massaging the ache out of it with her flexible wet cuntal walls and at the same time making it glow with a new fever.
Dudley told her he had masturbated and actually cum a few times since reaching puberty. But his hand had never felt like this, he thought, as she kept flexing her vaginal muscles tightly around his deep-buried length. Cripe no!
And to Freda, he felt so good! He was just big enough to satisfy her. Any smaller and he would have simply teased her. Much larger and he might have hurt. She groaned delightfully with each downward thrust he made against her, raising herself to meet him and cushion the slap of his pelvis against her with her abundance of soft, black pubic hair.
She held her breath as he came down upon her one final time. Her tongue began a wild licking at her lips as she felt his buried cock expanding more and more, stretched her narrow vaginal walls farther apart.
"Hold still," she panted. Then with her arms and legs wrapped around him tightly, she held him that way and began grinding her pelvis in long lewd circular motions. At the same time, she began sucking in the muscles all along her wetly clasping vagina, and it was all he needed to let fly. She could feel his hot spewing cum shooting into in angry, pulsating streams of scalding wetness. His wild ejaculation triggered her second orgasm, and she moaned in lust-crazed rapture as her spasming cunt closed in hard around his spurting penis, her tight cuntal walls again giving up a flood of honeyed thickness into the already overflowing valley of her quivering vagina.
"Oh God, Dudley, oh, oh, oh. I'm cumming!" she groaned, "Oh, you're a better student than any of them!"
As she thrashed about on the sofa beneath him, she reached down frantically between their tightly pressed bellies for his cum-constricted balls to milk them desperately. She kicked out her legs to the sides now and opened her cunt to him as wide as it would go as his pulsating young hardness continued to throb to its completion. She could feel the white-hot spurts of semen rushing from his cock and filling her belly before flowing back out again from between her contracting cunt-lips and down over her ass-cheeks to puddle lewdly on the cushions of the sofa beneath her.
Dudley continued to lie atop her for several moments then slowly withdrew his deflated penis from her passion-soaked loins. Freda emitted a low moan of satisfaction, her arms and her legs thrown wide apart in sensual exhaustion. After a moment, her eyes opened and focused on the blond teenage boy above her.
"That was beautiful, darling. Just beautiful," she murmured. Then she paused to study his sweaty, strained young face. "Did you enjoy it?"
"Gosh - yes," he told her enthusiastically. "It was super."
She smiled and brought him down so she could kiss his mouth tenderly. Then she pushed him back and said, "Now we'd better get on with your studies - and if you do real well, maybe we can do this again sometime?" She met his gaze intently. "But remember, darling - this is our secret. We mustn't tell a soul."
"Oh, I won't, Miss Yale!" he assured her. "You don't have to worry about that. I won't never tell nobody."
As she watched him get off the soft and pull up his pants, Freda shook her head wearily at his choice of double negatives. Then she arose to put on her negligee and went into the bathroom and wash up, seeing that she was going to have a very busy eight or nine months with her young student - in more ways than one!
CHAPTER FOUR
For Freda, the first school day after her first session with a new boy was always her hardest. She could never be sure exactly how they might react in their immaturity. For instance, one boy with whom she had bedded down some time ago became so bold as to give her a feel as she passed his desk during class. Another boy thought their association gave him certain privileges, such as skipping classes, being late and not doing homework. Others bragged to their friends, which caused her to transfer seven times to other schools - a couple of times by request to avoid sticky investigations. Too, there was always the uncertainty as to whether she or they would be able to hide their feelings in front of the other members of the class after having such intimate relations.
That Freda would risk her job, if not her entire career, in the face of all these factors might be difficult to understand until her sex drive was taken into consideration. Hers was a craving so intense, so powerful that when desire stirred deep within her and her tormented body cried out for a boy, all fear of retribution or consequences was driven from her mind until she was sent screaming ecstatically down the slopes of passion to relief and satisfaction. Only then did she become concerned, as she was on this Monday morning when she faced Dudley in the classroom for the first time since his sexual initiation on the sofa in her apartment on Friday night.
The first time she looked up from her desk and met the boy's eyes during a brief study period, she felt a kind of tingling numbness stealing up her legs. To her shocked amazement, sitting there in front of the class, Freda found herself thinking about Dudley sprawled out on her sofa, his rigid penis standing up from his belly, the foreskin peeled back and its bright, tapering red head gleaming wetly. She ran her tongue over her dry lips and imagined she could taste the slick juice that seeped from the tiny hole in the tip of his boyish cock.
She discovered that the mere thought of it was causing familiar unwanted electric tremors to ripple through her loins. Freda pressed her thighs tightly together to try to stop the wild feelings growing there but that was a mistake. The increased pressure on her sensitive cuntal lips only induced new sharp stabs of pleasure to flood into her hot belly.
She did not understand it. For a long, long time no other boy had made her feel this way. Could it mean that Dudley Hunt was going to be something special? Maddening sensations began to permeate her entire body that made her wish that she were anywhere but sitting here before a roomful of teenage boys and girls. Preferably somewhere with Dudley, or even alone with herself so that she could ease the ache in her breasts, quiet the itchiness between her legs. If only she dared slip a hand beneath the desk and rub it over her tingling pussy just to relieve the terrible pressure . . .
"Miss Yale!"
The words shattered Freda's vivid daydreams and brought her back sharply to reality. Turning her head, she saw one of the girls in the class standing alongside her desk.
"I'm sorry, Miss Yale, I didn't mean to startle you," the girl apologized. "But I raised my hand and you didn't see me." She bent forward and whispered in Freda's ear, "May I leave the room? I've got to go real bad."
Freda quickly regained her composure, wagged her head slightly and said, "Of course, my dear. I'm sorry. I didn't see you."
That was a little too close for safety. Freda made up her mind she would not let anything like that happen again. She would make sure she kept a tight rein on her emotions - as difficult as if might be. However, before class was dismissed, she managed to get a brief message to Dudley, that if he could make it, she would like to see him again at her apartment - for another 'private tutoring' session.
Later, a few minutes before four o'clock, Freda answered her doorbell and again ushered Dudley into the living room. Only this time to try to bridge the more than fifteen year gap between their ages, she had taken a leaf from the teenage girls at school.
She wore her long, frosted hair so that it fell in soft swirls around her neck and onto her shoulders with just a daub of bright red lipstick on her mouth to accentuate the full ripeness of her lower lip. Instead of a dress she wore a yellow nylon short-sleeve pullover styled like a smock. With no bra underneath, the silky material hugged the voluptuous contours of her full, rounded breasts and showed clearly the slight distention of her nipples. Her red dacron miniskirt barely covered the lacy trim of her sheer-sheer white nylon panties. To complete her sensuously youthful costume was a pair of white spike heels that she had bought in a moment of daring and never wore in spite of the fact that they accentuated the shapeliness of her shapely long legs.
The purpose of her attire, in addition to making her look younger, was to excite Dudley, make him feel as horny as she which succeeded admirably. By the time they got into the living room and he had placed his books and papers on the coffee table, she could see the swelling in the crotch of his pants telling her he had another full-blown hard-on. She could not rightly blame him, for she knew the way the tight nylon top molded to her swaying breasts made them look more alluring than if she were naked.
"I think maybe we'd better get right down to studying, don't you?" she teased, knowing full well that studying was the farthest thing from his or her mind at the moment. Deliberately, she brushed one of his books from the table and with her back to him, stooped forward without bending her knees to pick it up.
Dudley's brown eyes popped as her short red skirt crept up to show the twin mounds of her sculptured flesh straining tightly against the flimsy material of her white nylon panties. Wild desire swept through him, and he could not resist the temptation of taking a couple of quick steps toward her, grasping her hips and pressing his erection lewdly against the soft-firm flesh of her buttocks.
Freda did not straighten at once. Instead, she ground her buttocks back against him as if trying to fit him between her panty-clad ass-cheeks while thrilling to his hardness through the material of his trousers. When finally she straightened up and turned to face him, the embarrassed teenager sheepishly dropped his eyes. She kept looking at him with mock severity.
"Well, I thought we were going to study," she pretended, her gaze traveling down to his obvious erection. "But it looks as if we have a little unfinished business to take care of first, doesn't it?"
He swallowed, raised his eyes as high as her stiff-nippled breasts then dropped them again without answering her.
"I think maybe you'd better follow me," she said, and keeping a safe distance in front of him, led the way into the bedroom.
Dudley had never been in Miss Yale's bedroom before. It was rather small as bedrooms go and furnished to a woman's taste with hot pink wallpaper that she had selected herself. There was a queen-sized bed with a frilly spread, matching curtains at the lone window, a vanity, a chest of drawers and a walk-in closet, and everything was as neat as Freda herself. It smelled nice, too, from a lighted jasmine-scented candle.
She told him to sit on the edge of the bed and then stood before him, her knees touching his. Arms stiffly at her sides, breasts thrust high and outward so that her swollen nipples protruded brazenly through her loose-fitting top, she looked down at him in mock anger.
"Just what seems to be troubling my darling?" she asked tauntingly.
The excited teenager ran his tongue over his parched lips and fastened his eyes on her thinly covered breasts.
Following his gaze, she asked, "They bother you so much?"
He held his breath and nodded his head.
"Would my darling like to kiss them?" she teased.
He swallowed. "Yes, ma'am, Miss Yale."
"Well - we can't let you mess up my nice new top, can we?" she asked as she took hold of the bottom of her smock-like shirt, pulled it up and held it bunched just beneath her chin, her torso down to the waistband of her skirt nakedly bared to him. The strawberry-red nipples of her taut white breasts stood out stiffly, tempting the blond boy, begging to be kissed.
His hands moved to her hips, and he brought her still closer to him between his thighs and began licking her naked belly and sides, his lips skittering their way upward until they closed on her swollen right nipple. Shivers of sensual delight ran through Freda's vibrant body as her student pulled and sucked ravenously on her nipple, pressing his nose and chin deep into her warm alabaster flesh. Then his hand found her left breast and began playing finger games with the turgid nipple. Freda closed her eyes and her breathing deepened. The boy's hand on one sensitive breast, his mouth on the other were going to drive her out of her mind! Her breasts felt enormous, hot and tight-skinned and tingling as if ready to burst. If he didn't stop, she would have an orgasm without him even touching her down there. But it would only be a skimmer and she didn't want that. She wanted to cum big!
With an almost supreme effort, the hotly aroused elementary teacher pushed herself away from Dudley, stripped off her top and threw herself half-nakedly backward across the bed beside him. She looked up at him through lust-dazed eyes. "Kiss me, darling . . . kiss me and touch me all over. Hurry, Dudley, please.
Don't let me cool off - not even for a second!"
He was back at her voluptuously wide-set breasts in a second, sucking hard on them. But as beautiful as the sensation was, Freda didn't want that. She wanted something more. With both hands she began pushing his head downward, felt him kissing the warm underside of her right breast . .. then her stomach . . . lewdly probing her navel with his tongue.
She fumbled open the zipper at the side of her skirt, worked it down over her hips and legs and then off her feet. All that covered her now was her silky white panties, so snug and sheer that they outlined obscenely the prominent rise of her pubic mound and the luxurious growth of dark hair that covered it. But Dudley, hardly noticing, was still licking and kissing her belly on his way back up to her breasts when she stopped him and forced his head downward again.
"Kiss me as I told you, darling - all over," she panted.
He hesitated as if he had not expected she would want him to do that. Not that he particularly objected. He simply had never dreamed any woman would want him to do such a thing as kiss her down there, between her legs. He remembered the wild hot sensation she brought him when she had kissed his penis, and could not help but wonder whether she would experience the same lewd feeling.
He ran his lips over her stomach again, kissed her tense belly just below her navel. . . then he was on the silky material of her panties, kissing his way downward. Up close like this, he could see an occasional black pubic hair that had worked its way through the sheer white panty fabric to tickle his nose. He moved lower and smelled the feminine warmth of her aroused vagina. Surprisingly, it was rather fragrant - like raspberries. He never expected a woman's cunt would smell like raspberries.
She parted her legs just enough so that he could get his head between them, his face close now to her secreting pussy slit. Here, the fabric of her panties was damp, and he had his first real taste of a woman's sex juice. And he wanted more!
"Ooohhh," Freda mewled as his face disappeared completely from view deep between her thighs as he planted moist tickling kisses on her swollen vaginal lips through her panties, his tongue flicking like summer lightning at her tingling opening until the fabric was saturated with his saliva and her uncontrolled cuntal secretions.
Freda's hands glided sensuously over her stiff-pointed breasts to slide slowly down over her smooth flat belly to come to rest on her sharply flaring hips. Hooking her fingers into the waistband of her panties, she began slowly pushing them down.
"My panties," she breathed heavily. "Take them off, darling. Take them off and then kiss me down there."
Dudley offered no argument as his hands helped hers drag down her desire-drenched panties. Then he ran his hands over her nakedly revealed body, caressing her squirming belly, taunting her pubic curls, lewdly fingering the puffy lips of her moistened cuntal slit. So great was his need for her, that Dudley's cock began throbbing wildly inside his pants.
"Can - can I put it in you now?" he gasped.
"In a little while, darling, I'll take good care of you - I promise," she murmured, completely out of it. "First do me, darling. I'm so on fire down there, I think I'm going to go crazy!"
He crooked his middle finger and threaded it obscenely up into the tight wet opening of her vagina while his thumb sought that super-sensitive little pearl that had made her cum so quickly the other day.
She thrashed about on the bed as he found it, crying out, "Oh no, Dudley! Please don't. With your mouth and your tongue, lover - not your finger."
With that he obediently withdrew his hand and began coursing his lips back and forth across her undulating pubic mound, darting his tongue in through her desire-moistened pussy curls and sneaking it deep into the moist warm vestibule of her cunt. That same sweet fruit flavor greeted him. He lifted his head to tell her, "You taste like raspberries."
She smiled as Dudley's tongue investigated her passion-flushed pussy-flesh until he found the tiny little nerve center of her clitoris, the sweet musky aroma of her cunt inflamed his senses as he began tormenting the pulsing pleasure-bud, lashing it maddeningly back and forth until it seemed he would surely pull it free from its moorings.
Freda came completely apart then. With a long low moan of pure lust, she twined her red-nailed fingers in Dudley's short blond hair and drew him tighter to her seething loins. Closing her thighs convulsively around each side of his moving head, mesmerized by the magic of his probing teenage tongue and the lewd hot suction of his mouth.
"Ooooh, my darling," she moaned, writhing and grinding her cunt up against his laving mouth. "My lover. Keep sucking .. . sucking!
Oooooh . . . yes . . . yes! I'm going to cum . . . ccuumm!" And cum she did!
The obscenely spread-eagled teacher felt her climax ripple through her shuddering flesh as her boy-lover, experiencing his first taste of cunnilingus, continued sucking furiously and the warm wet juices of her orgiastic pleasure trickled down his throat. At his first sign of relaxation, Freda drew her still passionately quivering cuntal flesh away from him and lay back with her eyes closed to enjoy the utmost the afterglow of her climax. But only until she heard the sound of Dudley sliding open his zipper.
She opened her eyes to see the panting fourteen year old pulling down his denims and undershorts and getting ready to mount her. So she sat up quickly and drew her legs together to hold him off.
"No, darling," she said, looking down hungrily at the blood-engorged shaft of his penis, the foreskin only half-covering the glowing purple-red tip, from which a long thread of his eager pre-cum dripped onto the bed. "Not that way. First take off all your clothes."
Dudley met her gaze curiously as he knelt beside her on the bed, his pants around his knees and his boyish cock standing out boldly from between his legs. "Everything?"
"Everything, darling," she confirmed. Then while he took off his jeans, his shorts and even his shoes and socks, she worked his shirt off over his head. When he was completely naked she had him lie down on his back on the bed, his penis standing up from his belly, stiff and straight. She leaned over him, her breasts brushing his bared chest, and kissed him warmly on the mouth. Then as she drew back, she whispered, "Now - are you ever going to get it! You just close your eyes and dream of all the most beautiful things your mind can conceive."
She kissed him again and then moved her head down so she could tease his nipples to hardness. Then drawing back for a moment, she looked down at his cock, shivering and straining upward with eager expectancy from his almost hairless loins. Freda leaned forward and began licking the pearl-like secretions off it as she would melted ice cream dribbling down the sides of a cone. She licked his swollen testicles too and the insides of his tight young thighs. Then gently, lightly as a butterfly, with just the tips of her fingers, she worked the foreskin down off his glans and tickled his exposed cock-head with the ends of her long hair then with the desire-sensitive tips of her breasts.
Dudley moaned almost to the point of sobbing as his teacher parted his legs just enough so that she could get between them. With just the barest tip of her tongue, she found the delicate membrane just behind the smooth coronal rim of his penis. She was well aware that this was the most sensitive area of the male body, that by flicking it lightly back and forth with her tongue as if she were strumming a banjo, she could drive him to sheer ecstasy.
"Ooohh - I'm starting to feel funny," he rasped.
"Sure you are, darling," she soothed as she ran her tongue down to the base of his fever-flushed cock and then back up again a few times. Finally she returned to the ultra-sensitive cleft at the underside of his glans to resume her maddening banjo strumming.
Then all at once he cried out. "Oooohh - I think - I'm going to - cum! Oh Miss Yale! Yes!
Yes! I'm cumming!"
"Don't try to hold back, lover, let it cum," she told him as she opened her mouth wide, gulped his wildly throbbing knob inside and continued to work her tongue furiously over the rigid underside as she sucked him deep into her heated throat. As much as she loved the feel of his slender cock filling her mouth, she wanted his thick spewing sperm even more.
Her head became a frosted blur as she pumped it up and down furiously on his boyish rod, her sharp teeth grating over the slippery knob and what little remained of her lipstick streaking his shaft with bright red as her lips gripped him like a tight hot cunt.
"Cum, baby," Freda gurgled in a frenzy through her cock-stuffed lips. "I want every drop of you."
Dudley's naked buttocks were bouncing up and down off the mattress as he pumped his quivering cock in and out of his teacher's butter-soft mouth. And then it was that very moment when everything in his balls seemed to explode and rush out through the only escape gap open to it - the tiny slit in the end of his cock.
Freda gagged and gasped as she felt his torrent of hot sticky cum shoot into her mouth and rush down her throat. But this was no new experience for her. She had been sucking boy-cock for almost as long as she had been fucking them, and not a drop of his precious semen escaped her ovalled lips as she coaxed blast after blast out of his viciously responding member.
Even after he had stopped spurting, she kept his spent cock harbored in her mouth, sucking and licking and trying to help him regain his hard-on. There was a faint hint of rebirth, but it was more a reflex reaction, and finally she pulled her mouth off him.
"Mmmm, that was delicious, Dudley darling," she purred as she licked the last drop of cum from his exhausted penis and then let it fall gently down between his splayed thighs. "Did you enjoy it, too?"
"Yes, ma'am," he breathed. "Oh wow, Miss Yale, that was great!"
"Maybe we can do it again after we finish studying," she suggested as she moved upward to cover him with her naked body, her face just above his. "Would you like that?"
He considered for a moment then replied, "I-I think maybe I'd like to fuck you better."
She drew back from him and frowned disapprovingly. "Tsk, tsk - that horrid word, Dudley! I don't want to ever hear you say that word again, understand?" Then she smiled and said, "but if that's how you prefer it, darling, that's how we'll do it."
She kissed him and they got off the bed and put on just enough clothes so that they would not be too distracted while they studied. Then they came back into the bedroom, got into bed, and no matter what Freda might want to call it - her fourteen year old student fucked her, but good.
CHAPTER FIVE
Freda had been right when she wondered why Dudley had affected her so much after their first love-fest and asked herself if he was going to be something special. Dudley was becoming something special, something very special.
In spite of all the boys she had known in the past, none thrilled the elementary school teacher the way Dudley did. It could not have been simply because he had come to her a virgin and she had broken him in correctly. Many of the other boys had been virgins when she first knew them and she had taught them the same as she had done with Dudley. But none could match the slender blond boy's skill.
Whether it was instinctive Freda did not know, but he seemed always to know exactly where and how to touch her, precisely when to start and stop. At first, he could manage only one, or at most, two ejaculations a day and then it would take him a while to get it up again. But as time went by and fall gave way to winter, Dudley was able to serve up three helpings sometimes with much shorter intervals between. Whether or not his penis actually was growing bigger, or her vagina had adjusted to his size, she never in her life had felt more completely fulfilled.
However, the most astounding thing of all, something she never would have believed possible, was the realization that she was in love with him! At first, she refused to entertain the thought. It was far too incredible that a woman of thirty could be in love with a fourteen year old boy. But the more she tried to deny it, the more obvious the truth became.
She thought of him every minute of the day, dreamed of him at night. When she was away from him, even for a little while, she was miserable; she looked forward eagerly each morning to the time when he would come to class, smile at her and say good morning. Her hardest job was keeping her eyes off him during the day, controlling her voice when it was necessary to call on him in class and make sure that she showed him no partiality.
From the moment that he walked into her apartment after school, to the time he left, she made love to him, let him make love to her. There were few sexual gratifications they did not share - from fellatio and cunnilingus to normal intercourse. They showered and bathed together, knew every mole and freckle on each other's body and had special names for them. They tongue-washed each other from head to toe, and never, she told him, would she ever neglect or deny him his pleasure. She began to think that the biggest sorrow in her life was the realization that surely this couldn't go on forever. Surely one day there would come an end.
But oh God, how she loved him, how she wanted him! With boys she had known in the past, Freda had almost always been more or less true to them. Seldom cheated. But with Dudley, she went even further. As horny as she might have become when she was away from him, regardless of how overpowering the urge, the never once masturbated. She saved every last iota of love in her heart for him, wanted nothing to take away from the precious moments when they were alone together.
As it happened, Dudley came from a rather large, far from affluent family, with several brothers and sisters who had to be fed from their father's meager earnings. Therefore, the good things that Freda fed him, the things she bought for him and the places she took him - ball games, the beach, the movies, even an occasional concert by the local symphony that she said was necessary to his artistic growth - were more than appreciated. He paid her back in every way he could ... in bed. He sucked and licked her breasts and pussy. He fucked her regularly. His penis was hers to do with as she chose . . . which was plenty!
Whether or not his parents saw anything unusual in Freda's interest in Dudley, they said nothing. In their privation, it is doubtful whether they would have done anything about it even if they had known. They seemed perhaps thankful that she more or less relieved them of one of their burdens.
At school, there was considerable curiosity among Dudley's classmates, as well as members of the faculty, at the remarkable improvement in his grades, that in just a few short months, he had advanced from a boy on the verge of failing, to a good "B" student.
Of course, if anyone had taken the trouble to study past performances, they would have discovered that there was most always one boy in each of Freda's classes to whom this "miracle" occurred. Luckily, for Freda as well as for Dudley, no one bothered to check, so it never got past the eyebrow-raising stage.
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It was Monday before the start of the Christmas holidays, and Freda awoke with a maddening itch. She had dreamed of Dudley again and the things he had done to her in her dreams had aroused her to a pitch that she found impossible to shake.
Stripping off her nightie, Freda hurried into the bathroom and under the shower. She turned on the spray as hot as she could stand it, then reached the washcloth and moved it over her chest and limbs, the scented soap as rich and frothy as cream. She used the cloth to rub her legs and arms and shoulders, then moved it languidly up over her full aching breasts. She took a great deal of time bathing the insides of her thighs.
But she could feel her foam-tipped breasts rising and falling as her breathing increased, and knew she had to get out of the stall immediately. Turning off the spray, she pulled a huge bath towel from the rack, stepped out of the shower-stall and began to rub herself dry. Every inch of her skin was so sensitive that even the lightest touch of the rough toweling only stimulated her that much more. She brought the towel up to her breasts and began to rub more vigorously, feeling her swollen nipples hardening until the sensual pain wracked her lushly aroused body.
Impatiently she lowered the towel and let her right hand fondle her breasts. Her fingers squeezed and pulled the pulsating nipples; the palm of her hand pressing and flattening her breasts. Eyes closed, mouth partly open, she reveled in the exquisite pleasure she was bringing herself.
At the same time she began to dry the dark-curled triangle of her pussy mound, and the touch of the rough towel against her sensitive cuntal lips gave her such a stab of pleasure that she sucked in her breath and rubbed the spot more briskly. Soon the touch of the towel was not enough. She let it slip from her hands and spread her legs wide apart.
Tenderly, lightly, her hands moved down over her trembling belly to her loins, and she began pulling at the crisp black tendrils, as her fingers slipped in between her legs. Maybe it was the sudden chill of the tile wall as she leaned her back against it, or the electrifying touch of her fingertips on her super-sensitive vaginal lips, but she suddenly popped open her eyes and saw the reflection of her nakedness in the full length mirror back of the door, saw her hands thrust obscenely down between her legs and realized what she had been about to do.
"Oh no! Forgive me, Dudley darling, please!" she cried out shamefully, as if he were standing right there in the bathroom with her. "I didn't mean to cheat, my love. I swear I didn't. I'll make it up to you this afternoon, when we're alone together, I promise."
Freda guessed it must have been the longest day of her life, seeing her young lover in class, being no more than a few feet away from him from early morning and unable to touch him, or have him touch her. It was like living an eternity in purgatory, waiting for three o'clock to come. When finally it did roll around, she waited until the opportunity came, then she whispered, "My place, darling, just as soon as you get there."
He looked at her sheepishly and said, "Gosh - I can't. Not today. Not until after Christmas. I didn't have a chance to tell you, but I got a job as boxboy in the E-Z-Shop Supermarket, so I can make a few dollars for the holidays."
"But, darling, I'll let you have any money you need," Freda told him disappointedly.
He frowned and said, "Thanks. I know you would, Miss Yale, but, well, it just wouldn't be the same as earning the money myself."
What Dudley didn't tell her was that he wanted some of the money to buy a gift for her.
Freda just could not see herself doing without him today of all days, not after the tormenting morning and afternoon she had put in. "What time do you have to be at work?"
"Four o'clock."
"Good. I want you to wait here with me a little while."
"But it takes a good fifteen or twenty minutes for me to get there," he pointed out.
She smiled. "I'll drive you there, darling. I just want you to wait until the teacher's room is empty."
"But-"
She did not give the teenager a chance to protest. She unfastened the top buttons of her blouse and leaned into him so he could see her breasts pushed up, enticingly, over the cups of her brassiere, exaggerating the depth of her cleavage. That and a light teasing caress of his dormant penis with the palm of her hand and she knew he could not resist her.
"Why can't we lock the door right here, like we did that first time?" he asked.
She smiled. "This is the holiday season, darling. Charlie the janitor and the cleaning crew are very conscientious at this time of the year, looking to be remembered by Santa Claus. So please, sit down and wait just a few minutes."
She made two trips to the teachers' room before she finally came back and said to him, "Okay, Dudley dear, room is cleared. Everyone's gone."
"We'll have to hurry," Dudley said as he followed her from the classroom and along the corridor. "It's almost half-past three."
"We'll hurry, lover," she promised him as she opened the door to the teacher's room and ushered him inside. It was not a very large room, just big enough to accommodate a day-bed, a small gas stove on which to heat coffee, a small cupboard, a sink and a couple of chairs. Actually the room was reserved for the women teachers. The male teachers had a similar room of their own.
Freda lost no time. The moment she closed the door and heard the snaplock click shut, she had Dudley sit on the day bed. Then she whipped off her blouse. She knew what a charge he always got out of watching her remove her brassiere, no matter how many times he had seen her do it in the past. So she stood before him, reached up behind her and unhooked it. Then with her eyes riveted on his face, she leaned forward slightly and let the brassiere straps edge slowly down her arms, the cups slowly baring her breasts.
Her nipples were red and hard and tingled as they had for most of the day. She took a step closer to him and leaned into him a little more.
He caught a breast in each hand and pulled one of them to his mouth and sucked voraciously on the straining point.
Freda shivered and sighed with the sensation that his mouth and tongue and hands brought her after the long day of wanting. She was so keyed up, it would have been a simple matter for her to have cum right then and there, just having the boy sucking her naked breasts.
Without him being aware, she slid open the zipper at the side of her skirt and let it drop to the floor, her panties following close behind it. Today, in keeping with her horniness, she had worn a black garter belt and sheer black nylon stockings under her long severe skirt. Now, with no skirt and no slip or brassiere, she felt and looked like a prostitute. To complete the picture, she took the pins out of her long, frosted hair and let it fall to her shoulders.
She took a step backward away from him so he could have a look at her. The sight of her, a symphony in black and pale white flesh, took away Dudley's breath for an instant. Then he grabbed her hips, drew her close to him and buried his boyish face in her black-fringed pussy flesh, his tongue sneaking lewdly into the hot wet slippery slit between her thighs.
There was no longer any guesswork on his part about where the sexual nerve-center of her body was located. His tongue went right to her clitoris and began licking all around it, then whipping it back and forth in maddening lashes. Freda was quick in cumming, as she knew she would be. Due to the long buildup she had given herself since early morning, she went off in a lot less than the allotted two or three minutes, and violently! She ground her cunt almost cruelly against Dudley's face in the shudders of her sensual fulfillment, her body jerking spasmodically with each wild pulse of her orgasm, filling his mouth and throat with the liquid outpouring of her passion as she imprisoned his head in her steaming pussy.
When she had ridden her climax to its conclusion, she pushed him back down on the day-bed, tore off his trousers and shorts, and grasped hold of his rigidly throbbing cock. She licked the semen that had collected on it, and massaged his pounding young balls all the while she was moving up onto the bed and kneeling over him, with her still hungering cunt hovering just above his upthrust shaft. With deliberate, tantalizing slowness she began rubbing the dripping flanges of her open cunt back and forth over the exposed head of his cock, wetting it thoroughly, exciting herself as much as her gasping student.
Dudley sighed ecstatically as she gradually lowered herself down on his cock and it slid up into her quivering belly like a flaming skewer of fire, inch by torturous inch, until she had swallowed all of him and her clinging wet cunt flesh squashed down onto his almost hairless young loins. She held herself there for a long moment, watching the expression of sheer rapture on the fourteen year old's face. Then she began to move against him. It was that very instant that she heard someone breathing heavily behind her. With a choked cry of fear, she turned her head to look up over her shoulder. A flash of light burst in her face, blinding her momentarily. Then before the dazzle left her eyes, or she could even begin to imagine who or what it might be, Dudley lifted his head off the day bed and, looking past her hip, cried out shrilly: "Charlie!"
Charlie! As her vision began to clear, she could see the janitor standing there behind her, a flash-camera hanging from his neck, pointed at Dudley and herself. Before she could fully gather her wits, a second flashbulb exploded in her face - only this time she had the presence of mind to close her eyes.
With a reflex action, she sprang off the bed and another bulb popped. Then as she stooped forward to snatch up her blouse and skirt, Charlie got a beautiful shot of her with her full breasts dangling.
It was not necessary for the janitor to say a word to Dudley. All the boy had to do was look up at Charlie, who stood close to six feet, with shoulders like a football lineman, and he began to shiver in a paroxysm of fear. As if in one continuous motion, Dudley was off the bed and pulling up his pants as he dashed out the door of the teacher's room.
Charlie watched him go, then kicked the door closed and focused his full attention on Freda, who stood with her back pressed against the far wall, her skirt and blouse held up in front of her trembling body, trying to hide her vulnerable nakedness. Her eyes fastened on the camera as Charlie replaced a new 4-shot flashcube in it.
Ironically she had helped pay for it. Her contribution, plus those of many of the other faculty members and students, had gone toward buying Charlie that electric-eye flash camera last spring, when he celebrated fifteen years of janitorial service with the school.
Freda had figured Charlie to be somewhere in his late forties, or early fifties. It was hard to tell for sure, because while his black hair showed traces of gray, it was thick and worn as long as some of the boys at school. Charlie had the makings of a pot belly that he insisted was-rock-hard muscle instead of bloat. To prove it and at the same time keep any recalcitrant in line, he let the boys punch him as hard as they could, and he would just laugh. The result - there was never any vandalism at Bedrock Elementary School.
As for the camera, since he received it, it had become as much a part of him as his arms and legs. He used it to take pictures of everything under the sun, especially everything that happened in the vicinity of the school. Some of the kids, and the teachers as well, said that Charlie must spend half his salary on film and flashbulbs. A real camera-bug. And now this was the way he'd used it . . . against her.
All of these things flashed through Freda's spinning brain, kaleidoscopically as she stood there petrified with fear, staring back at him. His pale, rheumy eyes followed the curvaceous sweep of her black-nylon-encased legs and thighs, hungrily devouring the patches of gleaming white flesh that she was unsuccessful in covering. A wave of nausea and disgust swept through her but somehow she found the strength to turn her back to him and try to step into her skirt.
He took a picture of her polished buttocks, then demanded, "Just what do you think you're doing?"
"Getting dressed and out of here," she said, trying to steady her jumpy nerves and quiet the fear curdling in her stomach.
"Like hell you are!" He quickly removed the camera strap from around his neck and placed the camera on a nearby chair, along with his ring of keys. Then he took a quick step toward her and, with one sweep of his ham-like hand, tore the skirt and blouse from her grip.
Clad only in her black hose, garter-belt and heels, Freda tried the impossible task of veiling her nakedness with her hands as she cowered away from him. He was right after her to grasp her wrists and hold her arms out to the sides away from her, while pressing her backward against the wall. His eyes raped her naked breasts, the forest of dark glossy hair between her long legs, and the rest of her sensuous body. Perspiration began to stand out on his work-roughened face and he licked his lips anxiously.
"Christ!" he exclaimed with due admiration. "I never would've believed you had a body like this. No more than I would've believed you'd go in for screwing kids."
Freda glared at him resentfully. "Let me go!"
The powerful janitor maintained his hold on her wrists, making her strainings useless. He smiled grimly and said, "Not a chance, Miss Yale. Not a chance in the world - until me and you have ourselves a little party."
Freda stiffened. "If you think for one minute that I'm-!"
He laughed, his pale eyes sparkling. "I don't think, Miss Yale. I know what you're gonna do - and what I'm gonna do."
"I'll scream!"
He laughed again mockingly. "You go right ahead. You scream your head off. The cleanin' crew left a good ten minutes ago, which means there ain't a damn soul in the building except me and you."
Freda swallowed. "I'll - I'll report you."
That brought a guffaw from the man. "That'll be great. I mean that'll really muddy things up. . . especially when I get the pictures developed." He glanced significantly at his camera. "And I show 'em to the school board. That one with you ridin' the kid - that'll really do it."
A new fear and desperation shook Freda. She did not have to be told what it would mean to her job if he ever did show those pictures. So she tried a different approach.
"Please, Charlie, let me go," she begged him. "I'll give you money."
"Money?" he scoffed. "I got no need for money. What I need is a woman."
"No..."
"I say - yes," he insisted as he eyed her breasts licentiously. "Y'know how long it's been since I had a woman - damn near six months - and then I had to pay for it. Pay ten bucks for a lousy whore, who just laid there like a goddamn log!"
He grinned and with her arms still outstretched so she couldn't get away, he moved his body a little closer to hers until the rough material of his workpants brushed against her naked thighs, and she could feel the size of his lust-hardened cock underneath.
Freda trembled and began to feel sick to her stomach. It reminded her so much of that afternoon when her Uncle Matt raped her. And that, she knew, was what Charlie planned to do to her now and she was helpless to stop him.
"Y'know what it's like being in a job like mine, in a school like this?" Charlie asked her. "Seeing all them young coozies running around with their bare legs and their little titties bouncing up and down? And some of 'em so little!" He eyed Freda's lovely white globes, the points still hot pink and moist from Dudley's sucklings. "But none of 'em are as nice as yours."
He leaned into her in such a way that he could put his thick wet lips to her left nipple. Her nipple responded traitorously by crinkling and swelling even more, and Freda's teeth clamped down on her lower lip to try to keep herself from enjoying it.
"Umm - you taste good!" He smacked his lips. "Nothin' like a woman s tit to chew on.
She was breathing heavily when Charlie took away his mouth and pulled her down after him onto the day-bed. She sprawled on his lap, straining to free herself from the grip he maintained on her wrist. Then he was kissing her breasts again, filling his mouth with the warm soft flesh, his teeth and his tongue sending erotic sensations flowing through her, despite her loathing of him and this forced intimacy.
So much, so very much did he remind Freda of her uncle, even to the way he ran his rough hands demandingly over her helpless body, forced apart her thighs, then crooked his middle finger and drove its raping thickness ruthlessly into her wet slit. Her body lurched upward and she fought to keep from crying out. , "Juicy," he observed. "I like a nice juicy cunt."
Even if Charlie's sexual diversions had been few and far between, he obviously knew his way around. With his mouth fastened wetly again to Freda's breast, his left hand still gripping her wrist tightly, the middle finger of his right hand kept sliding up into her vagina, deeper and deeper, seeking its absolute depth.
Somehow he had managed to move her around on his lap, so that his cock was standing up rock-hard beneath his workpants, between her hip and his belly. "Take it out," he ordered.
"Please no," she whimpered.
" 'Cause I'm only Charlie the janitor, I suppose?" he growled resentfully.
"No . . . no, that's not it at all."
"Bullshit!" he muttered. "If I was the principal or one of the good-looking guys on the faculty, I'll bet you'd jump at the chance."
"No," Freda disagreed. "Who or what you are has nothing to do with it."
"Then do what I tell you - take it out!" he commanded. When she still reneged, he brought his mouth to her defenseless breast again and bit down on her nipple until tears sprang to her eyes. "You gonna do what I say?"
"Yes. . . yes," she sobbed pitifully and with her free right hand unzipped his fly and pulled his turgid penis into view. It was an enormous cudgel, long and thick with a blunt red rounded head.
"Play with it," he told her. There was more menace than request in his voice.
Freda could not stand for him to bite her nipple again. If he did, she knew she would faint. So there was nothing for her to do but obey. Trembling with fear and revulsion, she hesitantly touched Charlie's naked cock as she felt his finger sink into her aching vaginal depths again like a spear. She caught her breath and felt an unwanted, unwelcome glow of excitement in her pussy, as the callous on his palm rubbed lightly against her clitoris.
Her own fingers wrapped around the janitor's lust-hardened cock. It had been so long ago and this was the first adult male organ she had seen or handled, so that she could not be sure. But Charlie's penis seemed even bigger than her Uncle Matt's, in every way.
Without waiting to be told again, Freda began to move her circling fingers slowly and reluctantly up and down his blood-engorged length, knowing it was what he expected her to do. Her experience and skill at handling a cock betrayed her. There would be no point in pretending she was an innocent, that Dudley had been her first conquest. Her soft, knowing, erotic fingers brought a low moan of pleasure from Charlie's lips.
"Jeez," he said, closing his eyes as he took his mouth from her breasts and threw his head back to enjoy. "You got the touch, baby."
His finger had withdrawn from its extreme penetration but stayed within her clutching pussy lips, rubbing her sensitive clitoris back and forth, rotating in slow, intense circles on the helplessly aroused center of her passion.
Freda felt the sensation building . . . building in her loins, and knew she couldn't stop it. Charlie knew too well what to do, was much too proficient. No longer was she sobbing, as her legs hung loosely over his knees, her thighs open. She could hear her own ragged breathing and began to stroke his drooling cock, holding it just right so that the balls of her fingers, wet with his seeping seminal fluid, brushed over his sensitive corona like the tight moist lips of a cunt.
Charlie knew full well what was happening to the sexy teacher. He dipped his head so he could suck her breasts while he finger-fucked into her now receptive cunt. Except for her legs, she was still tense.
"You may as well loosen up and enjoy it," he advised her. "It's gonna happen anyway."
Freda knew damn well what he said was the truth, but she couldn't quite bring herself to relax and enjoy this cruel rape, not with him. She was in a muddle of aversion and wanting. The pleasure kept mounting in her loins, in her cunt, throughout her imprisoned body. His finger was sliding maddeningly back and forth on her sex-bud now, on a butter-like coating of her secretions. She was heating up!
Charlie was hot, too, at the way he was working her up toward her climax. It always gave Charlie a terrific belt to watch a woman in the throes of orgasm. But always in the past, it had been some broad in a whorehouse, or some dame he picked up on the street. It had never been Charlie's good fortune to team up with anyone like Freda Yale, a woman he had always considered to be the epitome of culture, good manners and respectability. A schoolteacher that all the children in the school respected - even if they might have called her a "dried up old maid" behind her back.
Because of the way she dressed and conducted herself, Charlie had to admit that he'd considered her prissy, sedate and sexless, too. Never in a thousand years could he have imagined her sprawled across his lap, naked except for a black lace garter belt and sheer dark hose, groveling in the heat of rising passion. Never would he have believed that under those god-awful clothes she wore, she could have such a gorgeous body as this.
"Let's have a kiss," Charlie murmured.
Only partly conscious of what she was doing, Freda lifted her head and let him kiss her. His mouth was wet, hot and loose-lipped. His tongue licked over her closed lips while, below, his finger was nudging her into a helpless state of sexual urgency.
"Please . . . stop," she begged him. "Please ..."
"Don't fight it," Charlie told her, leaving her mouth to kiss the side of her face, her ears, her throat and then her aching breasts. His finger never stopped its excruciating, mind-emptying rotation on her ready-to-burst clitoris. Faster, harder he rubbed, and then all at once, Freda caught her breath as the sweep of her orgasm grabbed her belly with an intenseness that made her sit up more rigidly on the janitor's lap. She shuddered and held her breath, clenching his cock tightly in her right hand, the fingernails of her left hand biting into her sweaty palm. She whimpered and went soaring out of the world, far from reality for eternal seconds.
When finally she returned to consciousness, she found him still caressing her cunt with his fingertips.
"That must have been a blockbuster," he teased as he dug his finger lower, away from her clit and up deep into the depths of her hot, cum-flooded cunt. "You really lost contact for a few minutes there."
She sobbed faintly and with her right hand, pressing down at it, pushed his hand from between her thighs. "Please! No more! Let me go now!"
"Let you go?" He laughed derisively. "We ain't even started yet, baby." He began to shove her off his lap. "Get down on the floor so you can suck me off."
"Oh no!"
He grabbed one of her jiggling breasts and squeezed it cruelly. "Do like I say."
Whimpering, Freda knelt between his thighs, her face close to the gleaming red head of his massive cock. It was throbbing violently, a small trickle of premature cum running lewdly down the underside.
"You do a good job, y'hear," he ordered. "Or everybody in the goddamn school's gonna get a load of them pictures I took of you fucking the kid."
Freda had never taken a man's cock in her mouth before. Boys, yes, but never a full-grown, lustily throbbing man's cock. Through his fly that was open top to bottom, she could smell his strong male odor, and she wondered how he would taste. She moved her face a little closer and tried to blot out the whole lewd picture, knowing she could not hope to get away and that nothing she might say would possibly dissuade him. She had to do it, or risk having him show those awful photos he took of her.
A strange tremor went through the trapped younger teacher as she looked at his firm-fleshed cock standing out before her, curving up rigidly from out of his open pants. She closed her eyes and rubbed her cheek against the spear-like shaft as sort of a preparation to condition herself before taking him into her mouth. Now her lips were brushing over his hot, blood-swelled glans. She could taste his secretion. Strangely, there was little taste to it. A little saltier and perhaps a little thicker than Dudley's or any of the other boys she had sampled. But not unpleasant, as she had imagined.
"Suck!" he directed.
Freda opened her mouth wide and took his prick into it. Still the taste was little different, but the size of it seemed enormous, filling her mouth to capacity with velvety rubber-like flesh. She began sucking, touching her tongue to the super-sensitive valley of nerve-ends at the underside of his cock-head.
He moaned in pleasure and grabbed handfuls of her long hair and forced her mouth down harder over his bursting penis. He kept her head locked between his thighs and her face partly inside the opening of his pants, and began jabbing into her mouth with short, deliberate thrusts.
Freda felt as if she were being stabbed to death, and she gagged on the massive hardness invading her helpless mouth. But she obeyed his orders without protest, and kept her head moving up-and-down, swirling her tongue quickly around his bulbous cock-head on every outstroke.
Charlie relaxed his hold on her hair and brushed several strands of it aside so he could watch her lips sweep down around his lust-thickened member as it disappeared and reappeared in and out of her captive mouth. Nothing in the world brought Charlie greater joy than to look down at his loins and see a full-breasted dame down there with her mouth locked obscenely around his cock, her eyes dreamy and her cheeks puffing in and out as she rode up and down his turgid penile length.
Freda was moaning now with a weird kind of excitement, as she felt a simmering bubble of disinclined pleasure heightening in her loins.
"Ooohhh - good! Like that! Aaahh -terrific!" he muttered. "Don't try to tell me - you never sucked cock before!"
Fred blushed and felt a strange sense of pride at his compliment that she was so proficient. But at the same time she suffered mixed feelings of shame and disgust, that she could even begin to feel flattered by his coarse statement, much less find even a shred of enjoyment in what she was kneeling here doing to a man she detested.
She could feel his insistent cock-flesh throbbing in her mouth against the flat of her tongue as she scraped her teeth gently over its sensitive folds. The thick heavy head of his driving penis was like an enormous battering ram, that threatened to split her jaws for his pleasure. She was being used without compassion for his solitary pleasure - and the strangest thing of all - she had reached a point where shy did not mind at all. Instead she brought into play all her natural talent and past experience with young boys to make sucking the school janitor's cock a thing of consummate felicity.
Charlie became impatient as he felt his climax starting to build away back in his anus. His belly tightened and ridged like a washboard. His words were punctuated by deep intakes of breath as he blurted out, "Keep sucking! Don't stop! You understand - don't stop sucking until I tell you."
She understood all right - he wanted to cum in her mouth, and she shuddered at the thought. But even if she had wanted to pull her head away, it was impossible. With no trace of gentleness, he had grabbed her hair in both hands, pressing her face closer, imprisoning her there, so she could not pull off him. Strangest of all - now at this very last moment as she felt his cock swell larger, stretching her jaws to the utmost, she was not at all certain she wanted to chicken out. - "Ooohhh, Christ!" he gasped as he felt the white-hot sperm churning through his testicles and down the length of his rigidly throbbing member. "Suck and pull! Ooohhh - suck - and pull!"
His hands clamped her head ruthlessly, pumping it back and forth over his cock and threatening to shove himself all the way down her throat, clear down into her belly.
Freda could hardly breathe with her nose inside the opening of his trousers and buried in his pubic hair, and her mouth filled with his cock. She felt his legs tremble, his whole body go stiff.
"Aaaahhh - God!" His cock lurched in her mouth, and she took his first spurt of semen against her tonsils. She gulped and tried reflexively to lift her head away from him, but his big hands held her immobile. The muscles in his forearms tightened and forced even more of his spending cock down into her helpless throat. Charlie paid no attention to her gagging sounds as his cock-head went on shooting into the warm wet cavern of her mouth. It was almost impossible for her to swallow with his massive penis locked in her throat, and after she pounded frantically against Charlie's lust-tensed stomach, he finally relented and let her go from his punishing grasp. She flopped away from him, gasping, gagging, and drawing great breaths of air into her cramped lungs. Thick, milk-white semen dribbled lewdly from her overflowing mouth and down over her chin, as she looked up with renewed hate at her uncouth tormentor.
He was still ensconced on the day-bed, leaning back, supporting himself on his elbows. His pants were still open, his limp cock hanging out of his fly and down between his legs. Even in repose it was a thing of considerable size, though the menace had now gone out of it.
"Now," she asked, trying to mask the loathing she felt for him. "Now may I have the film?"
"Film?" he pretended.
"Out of your camera," she clarified. "I'd like to destroy those pictures."
He laughed raucously. "You've got to be joking, Miss Yale. Them pictures are my insurance."
Freda frowned. "Insurance?"
He wagged his graying head. "Insurance that we'll get together again."
Freda's face turned crimson with rage. "You don't think for one second that I'm going to-?"
"Oh, but I do /"he interrupted forcibly. "You and me - we're gonna have lots of good times together. I got my own place right downstairs in the basement, where nobody would ever think of coming." He studied her expression a moment. "Don't look like it's gonna be such an ordeal. Like I told you, I ain't had a woman for more than six months. Which means I'm a man of very modest needs." He looked down at his wilted cock. "That won't be ready for another workout for maybe three or four days. I never was a jack-rabbit and these last few years, it just don't get hard nearly as often as it used to. So the demand ain't gonna be so great. Maybe once a week - twice at most - is all I'll be asking of you."
Freda shuddered at the thought of having to touch this man ever again, let alone on a regular basis. Still if she wanted to keep her teaching job and go on living in the town of Bedrock, or ever see young Dudley Hunt again, she knew she was going to have to do exactly as Charlie said - as long as he had those pictures.
Reconciled to the fact that there was no point in even trying to talk him out of it, Freda began picking up her clothes that were scattered around the room. Then as she dressed, Charlie got up off the bed, tucked away his penis and zipped up his fly.
He took one look at her in her brassiere and panties before she put on her skirt and blouse. He said, "If you're worried about having to suck me off every time - forget it. That's gonna happen just once in a while. What I'm lookin' forward to is gettin' into your little panties. I'll bet you fuck even better than you suck cock." Then he picked up his camera and opened the door. He paused a moment on the threshold to look back at her and say, "I'll let you know when I'm ready for you. Meantime, if I was you.
I'd stay away from them kids. One of them starts shootin' off his mouth and you're in real trouble - and I wouldn't want nothin' to happen to our cozy relationship."
With that, he went out and closed the door of the teacher's room after him, leaving Freda standing there in a turmoil of confusion, frustration and dread apprehension for her future.
CHAPTER SIX
Christmas fell on Tuesday, which meant there would be no classes on Monday and school would not open again until after New Years. This also meant Freda would not have to worry about Charlie for almost two weeks, and by that time she hoped she could find a solution to her predicament.
Dudley, meantime, would be working but she planned to pick him up at the supermarket after work on Friday and again on Christmas Eve. However, on Friday morning, Charlie made it his business to be sweeping in the corridor when Freda was on her way to class. He sidled to her and, doubly careful so that no one could overhear, whispered, "I finally developed that film, Miss Yale - and you take a terrific picture. I'd like for you to see them this afternoon, downstairs in my place in the basement."
It was as if he had laid a cold hand against her spine. She shivered all over with repugnance at the thought of what visiting his subterranean quarters would mean. But her past experience with him had taught her only too well how useless it would be to make excuses or try to talk him out of it - as long as he had those awful pictures.
No one had to tell Freda that according to astronomy charts, Friday, December 21st, was the shortest day of the year. She would willingly concede that it was the shortest day of her entire life. Throughout the morning and afternoon, she waged a fierce mental battle to hold back the hands of the clock on the classroom wall, just above the door, in dread anticipation of what was in store for her once class was out. Even Dudley sitting at his desk just a few feet in front of her all day could not alleviate her feelings. If anything, the thought of how wonderful it could have been with him, compared with the horror that awaited her with Charlie, only accentuated the situation.
When three o'clock came and Dudley and the other boys and girls left her alone, she did not go into the basement at once. She busied herself at her desk, pretending to be correcting papers, until she was sure everyone else, including the maintenance staff, had gone, hoping against hope that Charlie might change his mind. It was wistful thinking. At about three-thirty-five, Charlie appeared in the doorway to the classroom.
"Okay, Miss Yale, let's go," he said.
As she gathered together her belongings and joined him in the corridor, the portent of what was in store for her was clearly evident by the size of the swelling in the crotch of Charlie's pants. Without comment, Freda followed the janitor down the winding staircase, through the labyrinth of boilers, pipes, furnaces and cumbersome machinery that cluttered the basement, and into his living quarters. Charlie, she found, had quite a setup for himself tucked away down here in one corner of the school basement. One of the three rooms was a fully equipped laboratory with a closet-like darkroom where he developed his pictures. The rest of the apartment consisted of a bedroom and a combination kitchen-living-dining room. While not lavishly furnished, it was comfortable looking to a man's taste.
The first thing Charlie did after he locked the door was show her the photos he took of her. He was right about her taking a good picture. The pictures were lifelike right down to the tiniest pussy hair and left no question as to who the two subjects were. Charlie showed her a batch of other shots he had taken in and around school. Girls mainly. While none of them could be actually called obscene, or came even close to the pictures he had taken of Dudley and herself, it was obvious that Charlie never lost an opportunity to snap the young girl students when they wore a particularly short skirt, or bent forward to show their panties, or had on a well-filled sweater or thin summer dress. It was clear, too, that Charlie had a particular eye for gals with the most developed young breasts in the school. Real masturbation fodder. But Charlie wouldn't have to masturbate any more. Now Charlie had Freda Yale.
Charlie did not waste time. While showing Freda his vast collection of photos, he put an arm around her shoulders so that he could touch her breasts with his dangling fingers. Then he ran his hand down over her hips and behind to follow the ample curve of her buttocks. The tour of his hand ended back in front again, where he rubbed her cringing pussy mound through her skirt.
Freda had tried to make herself look as unglamorous as possible for her appointment with the janitor. As usual, she wore no makeup and had her hair pulled back tightly. She had chosen to wear a long-sleeved, white-ruffled, button-down-the-front blouse, a pleated black skirt and flats. Underneath she had on a sexless-looking cotton brassiere and a pair of opaque, support pantyhose. But none of these things particularly bothered Charlie. He was intent on what was underneath.
Maybe it was because she had all day to think about it and had reconciled herself to her fate, but Freda had made up her mind that she would not show him that she was afraid of him. She remembered that session with her Uncle Matt and that the more she struggled against him, the more he hurt her. The more fear she showed, the more fuel it added to his sadistic fire, goading him on, robbing him of any compassion he might have shown her.
This, she was determined, would not happen with Charlie. She had done all the whimpering and sobbing and pleading that first time in the teacher's lounge. Today she would show him nothing but indifference and contempt. While she told herself she could never find any pleasure in having sex with him, she would not fight against it. She would let him have his way with her, no matter how distasteful it might be. That was the only way she could ever hope to get those awful pictures away from him.
Having exhausted his photograph collection, Charlie led Freda into his little bedroom and sat himself down on the edge of the bed. He was now sporting a full-sized erection.
"Okay," he told her, "start taking your clothes off. Do it nice and slow. Put some feeling into it. I want you to strip like they do in a burlesque show."
Freda had never seen a burlesque show. But she had seen simulated strips on TV and in the movies. Enough to know what he was thinking about.
Standing before him, facing him, Freda began her "strip", by unbuttoning the cuffs of her long-sleeved blouse. Then she pulled the tails of the blouse out of the waistband of her skirt and began unfastening the row of buttons that ran down the front of it. When it was undone, she wiggled her shoulders just enough so the blouse slid down her arms, then caught it and draped it over the back of the chair. The long-line cotton brassiere covered her breasts completely so that only a hint of her lush white cleavage showed between the cups.
"Your skirt next," he ordered.
Freda opened the zipper at the side of the skirt and let it drop to the floor, so she could step out of it and place it on the seat of the chair with her blouse. She was still well-covered and certainly not yet much of a sex symbol, in her cotton brassiere and duty-weight pantyhose; the reinforced crotch of which covered her intimate parts completely.
"Christ!" he exclaimed disgustedly. "You look like something out of the Dark Ages. Get that fuckin' stuff off before I vomit."
In spite of his coarseness, Freda had to smile to herself. It was exactly the reaction she had hoped for. But not for long. She knew now the time had come for her to show herself to him.
Reaching up behind her, she unhooked her brassiere and started to turn away from him as the brassiere began to fall.
"You stay right where you are, sister," he told her. "No turnin' your ass to me."
She faced him, still holding the brassiere up in front of her.
"Okay, let it go," he said. "Lemme see them tits."
She took a deep breath of resignation, sucking in her stomach unconsciously, and let the heavy white material go, baring her breasts to him.
He smacked his lips appreciatively. "Umm -that's more like it! What a pair of knockers."
And they were lovely, the young teacher thought in dismay. The nipples, blushing pink and semi-erect from the irritation of the stitching inside her bra, made the white of her breasts seem whiter in contrast.
Freda guessed the reason he did not grab and suck was because he figured he had all the rest of the day to appease his appetite. Right now he wanted her to complete her forced strip-tease.
"Now the panties and them ugly shoes," was his instruction to her.
Freda hesitated a moment, realizing that when the panties and the shoes came off, she would be stark naked.
"C'mon, c'mon," he said impatiently.
She kicked off her flats, then hooked her fingers into the waistband of her pantyhose and slowly peeled it down off her hips and then down her legs. She stooped to work it off over her feet, her breasts dangling obscenely beneath her. Then, straightening up, she put the pantyhose on the chair with the rest of her clothing and started the routine of trying to mask herself with her hands. But it was an impossible endeavor and would only make him think she was afraid of him, so she dropped her arms to her sides and stood there, brazenly naked before him.
His eyes roved her gleaming white flesh, taking in the now rigid pink tips of her breasts and the shiny dark triangle between her clenched thighs. Maybe it was the psychology of knowing that he had seen her naked before, but she strangely felt little self-consciousness letting him see her this way now.
To complete the picture, he had her let down her hair, then step toward him so that he could reach out and touch her. Freda's flesh crawled as his rough hands traveled her hips and belly and buttocks, grabbed and squeezed her breasts, and felt the curling hair between her legs. But at the same time she had to admit to an arousal, a gradual awakening that heated her loins.
He pulled her down onto the bed beside him and loomed over her so he could inspect each and every part of her lust-arousing body. His heart pounding like a triphammer, his watery eyes looking as if they were about to steam over, he nudged her legs apart and had her draw up one leg at the knee. The move opened her pussy slit to his taunting gaze, and he left no doubt as to his intentions.
"You know how long it's been since I tasted cunt?" he asked her. From the way he said it, Freda could guess it must have been quite a number of years.
Charlie edged slowly forward, hovered for a moment over her musk-scented cunt, then lowered his lips to the tempting wetness.
Freda lurched as she felt his mouth at her pussy, his tongue lashing forth to find the tiny pearl of her clitoris and move in incredibly gentle spirals around it. With feather lightness he licked the soft wet flesh, drinking in her honey-like secretion, then working down along her pussy lips to the inside of her thighs and then back up into her lewdly flooded cunt. It wasn't long, not long at all, before her clitoris felt ready to burst and she moaned with unwanted desire.
Slowly Freda began rotating her buttocks around on the mattress beneath her, trying to time each roll with the measured beat of his tongue on her responding cuntal flesh. "Ooohhh, God - I'm going to cummm!"
That was Charlie's cue to open his mouth as wide as he could and encompass her swollen pussy with his lips, his tongue pistoning in and out of her lust-tightened vagina faster and faster. Little by little, his lips narrowed their range and his tongue moved upward until he was siphoning her pebble-hard clitoris exclusively. Clutching the bedcovers frantically, groveling beneath him on the mattress, Freda let out a scream and rode out her first orgasm of the afternoon.
"Aiieee!" she wailed. "Oh God, oh Charlie, ahhhh!"
When finally she came down, fighting for breath, she saw Charlie standing beside the bed, taking off his clothes. He undressed slowly and deliberately, his eyes never leaving her face. Freda felt numb and aroused enough by her orgasm to watch him as he disrobed.
She stared at his strong and blocky torso, amazed at how well-preserved he was for a man his age. But it was the size of his cock that made her keep staring at him with both fear and fascination. He was big. . . she knew that from the other day. But he had not seemed nearly so huge then when she took him in her mouth. The thought of him trying to get that big blood-hardened shaft into her tight little vagina terrorized her. Except for her uncle, she had never taken anything larger than fourteen and fifteen year old boy-cocks. Maybe she would not have to now if-"
With a boldness that grew out of desperation, Freda sat up quickly and as Charlie stepped toward the bed, she grasped hold of his cock and, clutching it tightly, brought it to her mouth. As if suddenly lost in a transport of sex, she began licking the juice off its blunt, bulbous head, continually circling it clockwise with her tongue as she started to slide it into her mouth.
He pushed her back rudely down onto the bed. "None of that shit today!" he said firmly. "Today you get fucked."
"No - please no!" she begged him, showing her first hint of fear. "I'm too small, too tight. . . and you're much too big."
"Cunts stretch," he told her without compassion as he got onto the bed with her.
She tried to crawl away from him as she had so long ago with her uncle. But he yanked her into his arms and his kiss drew the breath from her lungs, and the strength from her body. The touch of his naked, rock-hard physique numbed her brain and made the room tilt and whirl crazily. She pushed up at him feebly, a tremor of unwanted desire stirring in her pussy as his hands roamed her squirming flesh in a series of exploratory and once again skillful probings.
"Let me go - please!" she gasped frantically, weakly, as she felt the heat and the size of his throbbing cock against her naked belly.
"Shuddup, goddamn it! You sound like a fuckin' virgin!" he spit at her.
She was practically a virgin! It was more than fifteen years since her uncle had taken her virginity, and since that time, only immature boy-cocks had been inside her. But she knew that trying to make Charlie understand that would be a waste of breath and right now she needed all the breath she could manage, as he kissed her again, hard and possessively.
She continued her feeble struggle, bringing a guttural obscenity from deep down in his throat.
"You gonna play nice, or do I hafta get rough again?" he threatened and began to lower his head, his teeth starting to close on one of he: whitely quivering breasts.
Just the threat of being bitten like the other day was enough for Freda. With a choked cry o: submission, she ceased her struggling, and her hands slid down from him to lie limply beside her on the bed.
Charlie pushed her further into the cushions and closed in on her stilled form. He poised tense and taut as he took hold of her hips, his cock standing stiff and straight like a helmeted soldier ready to follow orders.
She tensed and clenched her teeth together as she felt him pressure forward against her futilely resisting cuntal opening. Painfully and slowly he advanced, every inch of his cruel penetration making her hiss and tighten and groan. The hurt, she guessed, was mutual, because she could hear him groaning, too, muttering curses under his breath - not that he was too big, but that she was too damned tight for a woman her age.
How different, how very much different the handyman's penis was from Dudley's or any of the other boy-penises she had had inside her belly. She gasped and tried to retreat from the searing assault of Charlie's gigantic cock. He felt even bigger than she remembered her Uncle Matt had felt.
"Please, oh God, please!" she cried piteously, rolling her hips, pushing up at his hairy chest with both hands. "Stop, Charlie! Please - you must stop! You're killing me with that horrible big thing!"
Charlie paid not the slightest attention to her pleas, determined to plow her even if it meant tearing her cunt apart. Yes, she was different, too. Different from all those whores he had fucked. Some of them, it seemed, he had fucked without even touching the walls of their slits; did right into them like a hot knife through Hitter. But the cunt he was drilling now - he would never remember one being so unyielding and tight before. It felt as if he were trying to wedge his cock into something far too small and that had no give to it. He was sure he would scrape half the damned skin off his cock before le got all the way inside her! One way or mother her box had to be stretched to accommodate him. So that next time and all the times after that, he would not have to go through this agony. To hell with her feelings.
It was with sadistic joy that he finally hit up against the soft cushiony tip of her cervix deep inside, and brought a gasp of pain from her parted lips. Then he began slicing brutally in and out between her thighs until only a little hurt was left for both of them and even that began to fade and fade until that hot, crazy, twisted feeling started to grow and grow in his tight balls.
"Ungh, ungh, ungh, you sweet hot piece, you!" he groaned as he felt the desperate rush upward from the depths of his loins.
Freda moaned and thrashed about under him, trying to induce her own orgasm, as Charlie's boiling hot cum ricocheted wildly around the walls of her womb. But as his climax peaked and began to fade without triggering the explosion me now wanted so badly, all it did was add to tier tension, her urgency, and then leave her banging there in utter frustration as she felt his ejaculation end and his cock slowly begin to lose its size. She kept pumping frantically up against him, her eyes glazed, her manner desperate, trying to make his penis retain its satisfying stiffness . . . until she felt it finally slip limply out from between her cunt lips and she knew that no power on earth could revive it - for now.
She turned on her side and faced away from him, ashamed and disgusted that she had allowed herself to come completely unglued as she had. She did not want Charlie to think for one moment that she had enjoyed any part of it, because that would only encourage him to want it again the next time they were together and she did not want that to happen. Nothing had changed. Nothing had altered her feelings of revulsion toward him, or the act he had performed with her. If anything she hated him even more for his inconsideration, to leave her so unsatisfied.
Of course, of necessity, she would have to see him again and she would do anything he asked of her. She would perform fellatio, masturbation, anything - anything except letting him fuck her again. Whatever small pleasure she might have gotten from it was not worth the pain, the frustration, or the awful memory of her first brutal experience with her uncle. Because as far as she was concerned, that's all it was - a replay of the session when Uncle Matt deflowered her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
That Friday night before Christmas, a little after ten, Freda picked Dudley up at the supermarket where he worked. After a full day of school and then six hours of helping customers out to their cars with their pre-Yuletide groceries, Dudley was understandably dog-tired. But after her frustrating experience with Charlie that afternoon, Freda felt as horny as she had ever been in her life. So she took Dudley home with her, gave him dinner then took off his clothes and put him to bed. Pooped as he may have been, Dudley's penis responded dutifully.
Freda was so hot by this time that she did not even bother to disrobe. She simply pulled off her pantyhose, lifted her skirt up around her waist and climbed on top of her teenage lover. She pinioned her cunt on his cock and rode its slippery, swollen length up and down until it recoiled and throbbed his burning semen up into her spasming belly. Then she let him roll over and go to sleep. He spent the night with her and told his parents he had stayed with "one of the guys from the store."
Since Saturday and Sundays were busy days, they did not get together again until Christmas Eve when the store closed at seven. Again she drove him home where she had a dinner of fried chicken waiting for him. He ate ravenously then they exchanged gifts - a bottle of cologne he had seen advertised on TV for her, and for him a 10-speed racing bicycle that she knew he had wanted.
Freda loved the cologne because Dudley had bought it for her out of his own hard-earned cash. And it went without saying that Dudley was overwhelmed with the bike, the most expensive gift he had ever received in his life. Of course, as with most things Freda did, there was an ulterior motive in giving him such an expensive bike; it would get him to her place from school in half the time it took on his old pedal-pusher - as well as make him the envy of all the other kids at school.
Dudley more than showed his appreciation by the way he made love to Freda that night. They started in the bathroom together where he proceeded to strip her, ceremoniously caressing and kissing each part of her anatomy as it was bared. Then before letting the water run, he took off his own clothes and got into the tub with her. He had her lie flat on her back on the bottom of the tub, and while she clutched and stroked his cock lovingly, he tongue-bathed her until every inch of her nakedly voluptuous body, front and back, head to toe, was glistening wet with his saliva. He devoted special attention to the area between her thighs, licking and sucking gently exactly the way she had taught him until she exploded against his tongue, experiencing her first orgasm of Christmas Eve.
Then when the tub was filled with tepid water, they did a turnabout with her the aggressor taking an almost maternal delight in scrubbing him down. She got her greatest pleasure out of soaping his rigid penis and sperm-filled testicles, letting her slippery hands slide lovingly over him. Then he returned the compliment after which they rubbed their soap-slicked bodies sensuously together, stopping just short of his orgasm.
They toweled each other dry then she had him daub her body with the cologne he had given her. Even though she had several bottles of expensive, far more pleasantly fragrant French perfume right there on the bathroom shelf, Freda would not think of using them until every last drop of his cologne was gone.
When they got into the bedroom, Freda put on a sheer black silky negligee and a pair of glossy, patent-leather spike heels, both of which she had bought especially for tonight. She had him lie on the bed, his young body naked, his penis standing up from his flat belly like a long thin pole.
Freda got onto the bed with him, and after a round of passionate kissing, she took only the very tip of his desire-swollen cock into her mouth. Then while she sucked, her fingers danced up and down its turgid length, playing him like a flute until he started to cum! Then she sucked as much of his quivering shaft into her mouth as she could and let him shoot down her throat.
Then she flopped over on her back and waited until he recovered. As soon as his cock was hard again, she spread apart her legs, helped him fit it into her yearning pussy slit and followed the languid tempo he established until he shot his churning seed deep into her belly. Of course, she was not denied along the way, riding the not-so-gentle waves of five or six orgasms before he ejaculated.
They awoke around ten a.m. on Christmas morning. First they engaged in a wake-up fuck. Then they showered, and finished the breakfast that Freda had prepared for him, after which she reluctantly drove him home so he could spend the Christmas day with his family.
Freda spent the holiday alone. She did not let it bother her too much. After all, she had been spending Christmas alone ever since she left home and started teaching. Besides, she had the memory of the wonderful time she had with Dudley last night to keep her company, plus the thought of the week ahead that she would share with him.
However, this was one more time when things did not turn out exactly the way she had planned them. When Dudley reported to the supermarket for work the day after Christmas, the manager asked him if he would like to stay on full-time until after New Years. While Freda did pick him up a few times after work and take him home with her, it was not nearly as exciting as she had imagined it would be, spending the entire week together, going all the places and doing all the things she had planned for them. But come New Year's Eve and all the next day, they made up for it. For as long as his sperm held out and his overworked penis could get hard, they made passionate erotic love.
It was so wonderful that Freda completely forgot what awaited her when school reopened the next day and she had to accommodate Charlie again. She had not deluded herself one bit as to what might be in store for her when she visited the janitor's basement quarters again. During those two weeks that school had been closed, Charlie's sexual reservoir had refilled and he was raring to go.
That first afternoon after Christmas vacation as soon as class was dismissed and the building cleared, Freda dutifully trudged down to the basement and into Charlie's room as he ordered. She saw the size of his erection the moment she stepped through the doorway and her stomach tightened.
Charlie did not wait for her to do a striptease for him today. Instead, he grabbed her and pulled off her clothes, bursting a few seams in the bargain, and when she was completely naked, he ordered her up onto the bed.
She started to lie down.
"Not, not like that," he interrupted. "Not on your back. Face down."
Almost as if he were trying to add to her humiliation and degradation, he showed her exactly what position he wanted her to assume - face down on the bed with her knees drawn in beneath her and her buttocks raised in the air so he could fuck her from behind, dog-style. At first, Freda was appalled at the thought of him fucking her in such a lewd position, but then she realized again that the faster she complied, the sooner it would be over.
Reaching between her widespread thighs he took hold of his heavy blood-engorged cock and aided in fitting the swollen head of it in between her finger-prepared cuntal lips. After that, Charlie had no difficulty in maintaining full penetration.
Like a great many men, Charlie found this method particularly exciting because of the close contact of his scrotum and testicles with Freda's warm, velvety, well-rounded ass-cheeks. For a few moments, he stayed erect on his knees, making long, slow penetrations and withdrawals that helped the coerced teacher adjust more easily to his size. Once she got used to the demeaning position, Freda found it not nearly as unpleasant as she had imagined. Not only because it required nothing on her part except to hold the position, but this way she did not have to look at her blackmailer's face.
Finally, Charlie crouched forward over her, and - with one hand massaging her breasts, the other stroking her clitoris and heated pussy flesh - he heightened her pleasure and assisted her in achieving orgasm three times before shattering her belly with the blasts of his cum. By this time Freda was so turned on that she lost sight of where she was or who she was with and ground her buttocks and cunt back up against him like a dervish, sucking out every last dribble of semen in his balls.
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During the weeks and months that followed, Freda found her situation worsening. She loathed how her traitorous body reacted during her weekly and sometimes twice-weekly visits with Charlie. It was almost impossible to believe that the things she did with Dudley, no matter how far out, how perverted, could be so wonderful. Yet, with Charlie those same things became little short of nightmares, even though they turned her on. Most of all, she believed that she dreaded having sex with Charlie in the normal male-over-female position. Maybe because she had to look up into his face that she had come to detest.
Yet there was nothing she could do about it. Charlie still held those pictures over her head like the sharp blade of a guillotine. Because once he showed them, all would be over for her - at least as far as her job here in Bedrock was concerned. A man with principles could not have helped but appreciate what she was doing for him and in gratitude would have turned the pictures over to her. But not Charlie. He wouldn't recognize a principle if it stood up and did a belly dance for him stark naked, she thought. As long as he had possession of those pictures, he had himself a steady piece of tail. Once he gave them up, he would have to go back to paying for cheap whores.
Freda, of course, could have packed her belongings and left Bedrock and Charlie behind her. But it would also mean saying good-bye to Dudley, and that was the very last thing in the world she wanted to do. If anything, her abominable sessions with Charlie had only made her appreciate Dudley all the more, made the times she was with him that much more beautiful and her love for him even more intense.
For the first time in her life, Freda began actually looking ahead, wondering what the future might hold for her, how she could make it mean something. Dudley celebrated his fifteenth birthday the first week in February which meant in just one more year he would be sixteen, and in this state a boy sixteen could get married with parental consent. Struggling as they were to make ends meet, there was no question in Freda's mind that Dudley's mother and father would give their consent to him marrying her since she could give him all the things they could not. That Dudley would not jump at the chance of becoming her husband never entered her mind.
As it was now, it would be a miracle if he got through high school, let alone college. Whereas she would make damn sure he finished both and made something of himself. But even more important from her own point of view, they could be together all the time, make love as often as they wanted, instead of only a few times a week the way they were now . . . especially since that job he had at the supermarket during the holidays had developed into a regular part-time job after school. It would also solve the problem of those pictures. Because once she and Dudley were wed they would be of no more value. People might laugh, but there would not be a thing anyone could do once Dudley was her husband. Even the horrifying thought that she might still have one more year to tolerate Charlie seemed not so bad with the knowledge that she eventually would be free of him.
Of course Freda said nothing to anyone about her plans, not even to Dudley. For a boy of fifteen to think of getting married at sixteen just might overwhelm him, scare him off. Better that she wait until the time came. Then she could talk to his mother and father, and before Dudley had a chance to figure out exactly what was happening to him, he would be her duly wedded husband and later thank her for it.
It might have happened that way, too, exactly the way Freda had it worked out in her mind. Because Freda was a very determined woman when the chips were down as they were now with Charlie's ever-present shadow lurking in the background. But somewhere during the month of May, Dudley became afflicted with an ailment that, while never fatal, is something to which most young men are highly susceptible come spring.
Freda noticed the symptoms one day when she saw Dudley sitting at his desk in class, staring out the window at the great display of flowering dogwood in the school yard. She called on him a couple of times that day, and he answered rather listlessly as if he were on some other world in some other planetary system. Unfortunately, this happened to be one of her days with Charlie so it was impossible for her even to talk to Dudley after class. The best she could do was meet Dudley after work, but when she suggested they go to her apartment, he reneged.
"Is anything wrong, darling?" Freda asked him with concern as he sat beside her on the front seat of her car in the dark deserted supermarket parking lot.
"No - I'm just tired," he replied.
"You'll feel better after you've had a shower and dinner," she told him.
He shook his head.
She kissed him. "I have your favorite - fried chicken."
"I'm not hungry," he said.
"Not even for some nice warm pussy?" she wheedled as she placed her palm on his right thigh and moved it slowly upward until she placed her palm on his right thigh and moved it slowly upward until she touched his penis and to her surprise found it woefully small. "Well - I can see we're going to have to do something about this - and right now."
She looked out of the car at all sides to make sure no one was in the lot with them. Then before he could even begin to stop her, she had opened his fly and taken his cock out. Her face twitched and she bent forward swiftly.
"No - I don't feel like that tonight -honest," he tried to make her understand.
"You will in a few seconds, lover," she whispered. "You just keep an eye open and let me know if anyone's coming."
Above his protests, she opened her mouth and filled it full of his limply resisting cock-flesh. She sucked on it hard, the taste of him driving her wild with desire. There was a slight stirring of arousal but then he went soft again.
She lifted her mouth off him, disappointedly. "What is it, darling? You haven't been a naughty boy?"
"I don't understand what you mean?" he asked.
"You haven't been playing with yourself or letting anyone else play with you?" she clarified.
"Of course not," he retorted.
"Then let me make you hard, darling," she insisted and started to drop her head again. But she found his hands covering his cock. She looked up at him, severely, "What's wrong with you Dudley?"
"Nothing," he tried to make her understand. "I told you I just don't feel like it tonight. I'm tired. I just want to go home and sleep. Maybe - maybe tomorrow night I'll feel different."
Freda's eyes narrowed resentfully as she drew back from him and straightened herself behind the wheel.
"Very well, she said peevishly. "Put that silly little thing away and make yourself decent and I'll drive you home. But I'm warning you - you'd better feel a lot differently tomorrow night or know the reason why."
She waited only until his fly was zipped up then turned on the ignition, threw into gear and tore out of the parking lot, thoroughly disgusted.
She spent a miserable night, tossing and turning, trying to figure out why for the first time since she had known Dudley, she had not been able to arouse him. Even after he had screwed her a couple of times or she had performed fellatio on him, he always got harder than he did tonight. It was hours before she finally fell asleep.
At seven o'clock the next morning the alarm clock awakened her from troubled dreams. Dreams of her wanting Dudley fiercely and him ejaculating before he could get his penis inside her, dreams of Charlie's head on Dudley's body, dreams of her looking old and haggish with droopy, dried-up breasts and him still a young boy masturbating in front of her.
When she got to school she patiently awaited Dudley's arrival. When he finally got there she took one look at his face and saw the same preoccupied expression as yesterday, his eyes listless and faraway, and she knew that something was wrong with him. Something very wrong. She knew, too, there would be no point in meeting him that night after work because it would only be a repeat of the frustrations of last night. But that did not mean that Freda would let it rest at that. She was determined to get at the bottom of the situation and find out what was troubling her young man.
As a rule, Freda brought her lunch from home. Sometimes she ate with her fellow teachers in the teachers' room. At other times she sat in her car and ate. At still other times, just to get away from it all, she drove to the nearby park and sat under a shade tree for lunch. Seldom did she eat in the school cafeteria because it was usually too crowded with students. This day, however, she did. She sat alone at one of the small tables, away over in the corner where she would not be conspicuous.
She had not realized that Dudley was in the cafeteria until she heard him laugh aloud. It was a rather unmistakable deep-throated laugh like his low-pitched voice. Freda always loved to hear him laugh, especially when she tickled him, because his boyish penis never failed to get very hard at the same time.
She looked up from her food to follow the sound of his laughter across the length of the sprawling cafeteria. There at the far side of the huge room, she saw him seated at one of the tables with a girl.
Freda felt a sudden sharp pang of jealousy as if the green-eyed monster itself had perched on her shoulder and dug its cruel talons into her heart. She had to wait until the girl turned her head before she could make out who it was; then she recognized the girl at once.
She was a seventh grade student named Marva Dunning, a girl who came from the 'right side' of the tracks. At fourteen, Marva had a doll's face framed with dazzling blonde hair that reached down past her shoulders, and a delightful young figure well on its way to maturity. A face that she never failed to accentuate with tight sweaters and hip-hugging shirts, shorts and slacks.
Freda guessed that Dudley's stocks must have taken a considerable upward turn since she began tutoring him academically and in the ways of sex because Marva was one of the most sought after girls in the entire school.
After the initial shock of seeing Dudley and the girl together, Freda did not attribute too much significance to them having lunch at the same table. In fact, once she had a chance to think about it, she could not help but feel a little proud that she had contributed to his apparent newly acquired popularity.
It was not until she saw them together again in the cafeteria the next day and then watched them leave the building that afternoon, hand-in-hand, when school was out that she began to show real concern. Then on the following day, quite by chance, Freda just happened to be in the corridor, returning to class after lunch and saw Dudley peck a kiss at Marva's rosebud lips.
For several moments, everything turned black before the hurt teacher's eyes, and she had to lean her back against the wall to steady herself. Then instead of continuing forward toward the classroom, she began to retreat in the opposite direction along the corridor until she came to the teacher's room. Above all, she did not want Dudley or the little blonde girl to know how their kiss had affected her.
She burst open the door to the teachers' room and dashed inside. Fortunately, the room was empty and she went directly into the toilet cubicle. It was as if someone had grabbed hold of her belly and was trying to rip out her guts. Standing a moment over the bowl, she thought surely she was going to retch, but she did not.
How could he do such a thing, kept pounding away over and over at her whirling brain? After all they had been to each other, after all she had done for him, all the things she had given him, all the affection she had shown him - how could he even think of looking at anyone else? She had turned him from a near failure into one of the class leaders. She had transformed him from a dullard that no one even wanted to know into a popular young man with poise and confidence.
When finally her stomach settled and the spinning inside her head slowed down, Freda left the booth and went to the basin. By the time she had washed her face and straightened her hair, she felt sufficiently revived to go to class. She guessed she must have done a convincing job of hiding the seething going on inside her because none of the students gave even the slightest indication that they noticed anything wrong.
However, throughout the long tormenting afternoon, she ignored Dudley completely, pretending he was not even there. Because she knew if she once met his eyes, she would come completely apart and make a ridiculous spectacle of herself.
Freda knew that Dudley had to hurry directly from school to work so she made no attempt to detain him. Besides, she did not think that this was the proper place to confront him. She preferred to wait and talk to him tonight, after work.
Charlie seemed to have an incredible sense of wrong-timing. For instance, of all times, he insisted that Freda, as upset as she was, visit him that afternoon downstairs in his room. At first, Freda did not think she would be up to it and tried to make all manner of excuses to get out of it. But Charlie would not listen. Then when she finally got down to the basement, a strange thing happened. As disagreeable as being with him might be, she somehow could not help but feel thankful that it was happening, grateful that it would help pass the time for her, that she would not have to be alone with her troubled thoughts until she met Dudley at ten o'clock tonight.
Maybe in a sense, she also felt she was evening the score with Dudley for cheating on her even if it was only to the extent of kissing and holding hands with another girl. In any event when Charlie unzipped his fly and scooped his cock out from inside his trousers, Freda did not wait for him to tell her what to do. She dropped to her knees on the floor in front of him, and this time she didn't pretend. She took his half-erect penis deep into her mouth in long tantalizingly slow thrusts of her head. With each lewd bob, her tongue encircled his pulsating length like a twisting snake.
Charlie's hips were pumping back and forth in time with her mouth. His own mouth was open, sucking air into his lungs. His eyes were half-closed, glazed, his hands reaching down trying to grab Freda's breasts. He loved it, even if he did not understand her sudden greediness.
Freda concentrated on sucking his enormous cock. She had one hand inside the opening of his trousers now, cupping his scrotum, manipulating his balls; the other hand wrapped snugly around the base of his shaft.
Charlie's breath caught and he groaned, "I'm . . . I'm gonna cum!"
Freda moved her head faster, her wide-open pink lips taking more and more long, hard, wet inches of his aching member into her hungry throat.
Charlie groaned again - a tremulous thrill-packed sound, and muttered, "Lemme feel your tits."
Freda unfastened the top buttons of her blouse and shifted her position slightly so that he could slip a hand down inside her brassiere and grasp one of her full, naked breasts. He squeezed her flesh hard; then moaning and gasping ecstatically, he ejaculated into Freda's suctioning mouth. Freda knew he was cumming.
She could tell by the swelling and increased throbbing of his cock in her mouth so she was not taken entirely by surprise.
When the first spurt of his white-hot semen jetted into her mouth, she did not gag or pull off him. Instead, she fastened her lips tighter around his pounding hardness and lashed her tongue about in the sticky immersion of hot flowing sperm.
Charlie's face grew taut and twisted with the intensity of his enjoyment, and a low animal growl rattled in his throat. The veins stood out in his neck and forehead as he threw his head back and closed his rheumy eyes. Finally he pushed Freda's frosted head away with unwilling hands and dropped to his bed. He lay there, panting. "Christ - can you ever suck cock!"
Freda had swallowed Charlie's massive output of cum. She remembered how it had nauseated her the first time, but guessed she must have gotten used to it by now because she'd just swallowed the stuff without second thought.
As she started to get to her feet and button her blouse, Charlie said, "I want you to stick around."
She frowned. "What for?"
"We'll have dinner," he told her. "I got a whole refrigerator fulla grub. Then I wanna bang you."
She looked down at his penis, still out of his fly. It was glistening with her saliva, hanging down limp and lifeless between his legs. "I thought it took several days for you to feel like it again."
He wagged his gray-thatched head. "As a rule it does. But today was too fast. I wanna see if I can't make it with you again after dinner. If not, I'll go down on you."
Charlie made it, establishing some kind of record for himself, but it did not happen without considerable effort on Freda's part. Not that she wanted it, but when it started to get late and she was afraid she would miss Dudley at the supermarket and Charlie's penis still refused to get hard, she stripped off her clothes, voluntarily this time. Then she had Charlie lie on the bed, and picking up his cock, she placed it between her breasts. Pressing her breasts together with the palms of her hands, she held him there obscenely massaging him between the soft white mounds until at long last she felt him growing rigid again.
Releasing his responding shaft, she slipped down between his legs and shoved her pussy lewdly forward so that he could feel the heat of her passion. She rubbed fast and hard against him as he continued to grow and felt his hands at her breasts, squeezing them until she wanted to cry out. She slid up higher on him until she could rub her wet cuntal lips over the hot, slippery, rubber-like head of his cock. She lowered her head, her dark frosted hair falling forward at each side of her face as she looked down and watched his shaft easing up into the hair-trimmed opening between her legs. It disappeared slowly up inside the entire lust-rigid length of it like a thick log being swallowed up in a quicksand bog.
She did not like it one iota more now than the very first time he did her. But she knew he was determined not to let her go until he had cum . . . and she simply had to see Dudley tonight. She could not bear to go through a second day like this one. She had to talk to Dudley, if only to satisfy herself that there was nothing serious between him and the little blonde girl and that he still loved her.
As if incensed by the possibilities, Freda turned over so that the janitor was atop her; then she lunged upward, pressing her pelvis desperately hard against his, his cock traveling its full length up inside her. She swiveled and twisted frantically as he pumped it into her, slapping his belly against hers with each violent thrust he made between her thighs. Supporting herself with a hand at each side of his head, he bent forward so he could kiss and lick and suckle her breasts.
There was some hurt for the anguished young teacher, but it was lost in the unwanted passion that came over her, increasing in intensity until it swelled in her throat and reached the exploding point. And then all at once, everything peaked - his orgasm and hers simultaneously. She flung herself upward in a vicious arc, slamming her pelvis against him -once, twice, three times - and held herself there moaning wildly as his sperm splattered hotly in her womb, and the world exploded behind her tight-clenched eyelids.
From Charlie's basement quarters Freda went directly to the supermarket. It was not quite ten p.m. when she drove into the parking lot and found her usual space where she could not miss Dudley when he came out of the store.
As usual, her bout with the school janitor, instead of quieting her, had left her in a state of arousal that she knew full well no one except Dudley could satisfy. The wait for her young lover seemed longer than ever, and when she finally saw him come out of the employees' entrance, she hopped quickly out of the car and ran after him.
"Dudley," she called out when she was only a few steps behind him.
He turned with mild surprise. "Oh, hi. I didn't expect you'd be here tonight."
"Sorry?" she asked skeptically.
"Of course not," he said with a weak smile. "Why should I be sorry."
She made no answer. Instead she took his arm and said, "My car's in the usual place."
As they walked through the dark parking lot, she hugged his arm. She had not bothered to put on her brassiere when she dressed at Charlie's place, and she could feel the hardness of Dudley's biceps against her breasts through the thinness of her blouse. They did not say anything more until they got into her car and he sat beside her on the front seat. Then without warning, she reached across and cupped his genitals in her right hand. She squeezed them softly, lovingly.
"Ooooh, darling," she murmured tensely, her breath bunched in her throat. "I want you so much."
He frowned and tried to move her hand from his loins. "Gosh, I'm sorry, Miss Yale - I don't feel like it tonight. I had a real rough day at the store. All I ever did since I came to work was move cartons and heavy packing cases around."
Freda tightened her grip on his cock. "You had quite a day at school, too."
His frown deepened quizzically. "I don't know what you mean."
"I don't think your new girl friend would be very flattered to find out you have such a short memory," Freda retorted sarcastically as she took her hand from his privates, started the car and rolled out of the parking lot.
Again they said nothing as they became a part of the flow of slow-moving nighttime traffic.
They drove for a couple of blocks with the bile gradually reaching a boiling point in Freda's stomach; then finally she asked, "I don't suppose you'd be interested in going to my apartment tonight?"
He took a deep breath and replied, "I don't know what good it would do. I told you I'm pretty tired."
Suddenly Freda flared. "Oh, stop making excuses, Dudley!" she snapped at him. "You know damn well what's the matter as well as I do!"
She glanced up into the rearview mirror then gave the wheel a quick turn and pulled to the curb and halted.
Dudley looked out the window bewilderedly. "What're we stopping here for?"
"To get to the truth."
"Truth? What truth?"
She turned off the ignition and turned to look at him accusingly across the front seat. "The truth about you and - and that girl - Marva Dunning!"
Dudley's cheeks flushed and he swallowed uneasily. "She's - she's just a friend."
Freda's eyes narrowed. "And do you have lunch two or three times a week with all your friends, hold hands with them when you leave school and kiss them in the corridor?" Then haughtily she said, "Don't try to lie to me, Dudley Hunt. I saw you with my own eyes."
The trapped fifteen-year-old met his teacher's angry gaze for a moment and looked as if he might be going to try to deny her accusations. But apparently he thought better of it. He dropped his eyes and said sheepishly, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for any of those things to happen - they just did."
"It seems an awful lot of strange things just happen to you," Freda said with biting sarcasm."
He wagged his head. "Yeah."
Freda took a fresh, tight hold on her emotions and fought to keep her voice low and level as with dread anticipation, she asked him, "Just - just what are your feelings toward Marva? Do-do you feel the same way toward her that you do about me?"
Dudley thought about it for a moment; then he said, "No ... I don't think so."
"You mean - you think more of her than you do of me?" Freda pressed masochistically.
"No," Dudley was quick to reply. "It's not that way at all. I-I just feel different about her than I do about you."
"Maybe you're in love with her?" Freda probed. Before she knew Dudley, Freda never would have even considered the possibility of a boy his age being in love. But these last few months that she had shared intimacies with him, she had learned that age made little difference when it came to feelings, that a boy of fifteen, maybe even younger, could share all the emotions and affections of a man two, even three times his age. "Are you?"
His boyish face twisted with puzzlement. "I don't know," was his frank answer. "I honest-to-gosh don't know."
Freda felt that awful claw grasping at her insides again, twisting and turning cruelly until her heart felt as if it were going to scream. Maybe it was the terrible hurt she felt that gave birth to a diabolical thought. With a truly remarkable masking of the hurt gnawing inside her, she said, "I think you ought to make it your business to find out."
Dudley's response was a deep questioning frown. "How?"
"When is your next night off from work?" Freda asked.
"Saturday," he replied. "I go to work at nine and knock off at five."
Freda smiled, still hiding her true feelings. "How would you like to bring Marva to my apartment on Saturday - for dinner? Do you think she could come?"
"Sure. I know she could," Dudley enthused. "But gosh - it ain't fair. I mean - me bringing her to your place."
Freda held her smile. "It's as important to me as it is to you, darling," she imparted. "Only - let's not tell her about our relationship, shall we?"
"Never," Dudley promised. "Never in a million years."
Freda still wanted him, fiercely. But not in his present state of mind. It would be no fun making love with him and have him thinking about someone else. After Saturday night, if everything went off the way she was planning it, maybe then it would be different, the way it had been before. As much as she needed him, she could wait that long. So instead of driving him to her place, she made a turn at the next corner and took him home.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Marva and Dudley arrived at Freda's apartment shortly before seven o'clock, Saturday night. Marva was wearing a lilac knit dress with a lace-up top and a skirt that didn't reach more than halfway down her shapely bare thighs. The color complimented her long blonde hair and the shape followed the curves of her lush young body. A pair of flats made her look inches shorter than her even five-feet. Dudley, too, had dressed for the occasion with a freshly laundered pair of blue denims and a yellow pullover sport shirt.
Not to be outdone by her young rival, Freda saw to it that she herself looked as sexy as possible. Especially for tonight, she had bought a glittering little black one-shoulder style, thigh-length knit dress. It was made up of a myriad of multi-colored metallic threads that exploded in the light like fireworks. With nothing underneath except a pair of wispy black silk panties, it hugged to her body and limbs like a second skin.
With her frosted hair hanging down to her shoulders and wearing just enough makeup to underscore her best features, Freda presented a picture of herself that Marva had never seen before. The girl just stood there in the corridor with her mouth open in amazement, staring at her formerly drab teacher, whom everyone at school called "the old maid", framed in the open doorway.
"Is anything wrong, darling?" Freda asked the girl, gently.
Marva swallowed. "You - you look so different. I mean - it's so hard to believe you're - you're Miss Yale."
Freda's smile deepened. "Don't you approve of the new look?"
"Oh - but I do! I do!" Marva exclaimed. "You're - you're beautiful."
"Thank you, darling," Freda said and stepped aside so Marva and Dudley could enter. Freda glanced at Dudley as he went by. She was very pleased with his interested expression. By the way his eyes roved her bare left shoulder and the clear outline of her firmly rounded breasts and thighs under the slinky black material, he obviously was a little taken aback by her appearance, too.
Freda told them that dinner was ready and waiting, so they went directly to the table that she had set up in the combination dining and living room. Marva and Dudley soon discovered that Freda had gone to as much trouble preparing dinner for them as she had with her appearance.
Just a luscious dinner with plenty of wine to lull the senses, Freda put her plans for the evening into gear. She and Marva went to the kitchen, she to wash dishes and Marva to dry. Marva said she did not need an apron just to dry dishes, so it really looked like an unfortunate accident when Freda splashed water all over the front of the fourteen year old blonde's pretty new lilac-colored dress. Freda apologized all over the place and said, "You can't sit around in that wet dress all evening, dear. You've got to slip into something else until it dries."
Marva said it was not at all necessary to change, but Freda insisted. Into the bedroom, Freda watched the teenager slip out of the wet dress. All Marva was wearing under the dress was a white stretch-nylon lace brassiere and bikini panty set. Though Marva weighed only about ninety-five pounds and was still growing, she had reached a point in her development where just enough of her baby fat remained to make her sensuously and desirably rounded. Maybe it was because she was envious of the girl's youthfulness, but no member of her own sex had ever affected Freda the way Marva's young body did. In her heart, she could not blame Dudley for feeling the way he did toward the girl. If she were a man . ..
She interrupted her thoughts and turned to the clothes closet. She reached her favorite black negligee from the rack and held it out to Marva.
Marva held it up to the light. "My goodness, Miss Yale - it's so thin, you can see right through it."
Freda smiled disarmingly. "Who's going to see you except Dudley and me?"
"I know - but Dudley's a boy," Marva said reservedly.
"So - he'd see a lot more than that at the beach," Freda rationalized as she helped the girl into the negligee.
After it was on and the belt tied, Marva paused to look at herself in the full length mirror on the door that led into the bathroom. "It's lovely - but it's so sheer. You can see practically everything I've got."
"And what you have is very lovely, darling, well worth showing off," was Freda's rejoinder.
"But..."
"Trust me, darling," Freda said as she put an arm around the girl's almost nonexistent waist and led her out of the bedroom. As they went past the kitchen, Freda whispered, "Maybe you'd like to have a little more wine before you face Dudley?"
Marva would and did. The last thing in the world that Freda would want to do was encourage the girl's drinking, but she did want Marva to lose her inhibitions tonight! She had another one herself and brought one to Dudley.
To say that Dudley's eyes popped when he saw Marva walk into the living room in Miss Yale's negligee would be a gross understatement. Even after he downed the drink that Freda brought him and Marva sat next to him on the couch, he couldn't keep his gaze off the girl's cock-rousing young form so clearly revealed through the flimsy black gown.
Surprised at how mellow and light-headed just a little wine had made her feel, Freda got quite a bit of amusement out of Dudley's unsuccessful efforts to hide his erection, as she sat opposite the two youngsters in an easy chair. Maybe the wine was more potent than she realized, but Freda strangely felt not the least bit jealous that Dudley should have a hard-on for Marva Dunning. Or perhaps she could not rightly blame him. After all, Marva's lightly-clad, lushly molded young body even had the teacher's own pussy feeling a little funny. Besides, it was exactly the way she'd planned it. It was her idea to bring the two of them here and get them to make love, so that Dudley could see for himself what a good thing he had going with her. How much more satisfactory it was to make love to an older woman who knew all the answers, than with a teenager who probably did not know the first thing about sex.
Furthermore, Freda was delighted to find that even with Marva seated beside him on the couch, that Dudley was not entirely immune to her charms, that she could still arouse his interest when she parted her legs and let him see the narrow black crotchband of her silk panties, or when she crossed her legs and allowed her skirt to creep up and expose her naked white thighs almost in their entirety.
As always, Dudley's eyes roving her flesh and the impression of his cock standing rigidly under his slacks, incited Freda and made her feel unduly horny, until finally she twisted what had been small talk, up to that point, into a discussion that better fitted her lewd purpose.
"My goodness," she declared. "The two of you have been sitting there for more than a quarter of an hour and you haven't even put your arm around her, Dudley."
Dudley shifted uneasily on the cushions. "I - didn't think you'd want me to."
"But of course, I want you to," Freda insisted. "And I'm sure Marva also wants you to, don't you, darling?"
Marva's cheeks turned a little crimson. "I don't mind."
Dudley swallowed and sort of sheepishly slipped an arm around the back of the couch behind Marva and then let it drop to her shoulders.
"Now bring her close to you, Dudley, and let me see you kiss her," Freda said at a complete loss to understand why, when she'd already seen them kiss in the school corridor and it had threatened to rip out her guts. Yet now, she was actually encouraging them to kiss. And strange, but as she watched Dudley place his hands on the girl's narrow shoulders and draw her close to him with his lips to hers, Freda felt an awakening in her loins as if he were kissing her instead of Marva. Could it be that she was simply curious to see the results of her teachings, like someone pulling puppet strings? Or did she want young Dudley so much that at this point she was even willing to share him, knowing that it was the only way she could ever really have him?
Even from the distance, Freda could see that, like Dudley when she first took him under her wing, the poor little girl did not even know how to kiss. So she moved across to the divan and sat directly behind Marva.
"Open your mouth, darling," Freda whispered close to the girl's ear. "Let your lips relax so he can slip his tongue into your mouth."
Marva tightened a little at her teacher's intimate words, but heady with the wine she'd drunk, she gradually let her lips part and soften, and she moaned with the thrill that Dudley's tongue brought her as it slithered into her mouth.
Freda guided his hands down to the girl's hips, then brushed the negligee off Marva's slight shoulders. "Always show a boy a little flesh, darling," Freda whispered, trying not to move too fast, but feeling herself totally out of control. "Boys like to see a girl's flesh - it excites them."
Freda could feel Marva warming up as Dudley brought her closer, his lips still pressed to hers in an open-mouthed kiss that was dulling her senses. Nimbly, almost without the girl realizing, the older woman reached forward, unbelted the sheer black negligee and let it fall open. Then with equal dexterity, she unfastened the hooks at the back of Marva's lacy brassiere and let her tingling breasts spring free. Freda had no explanation for what came over her next as she took hold of Marva's soft little rounded breasts and felt the nipples as hard as tiny pebbles against her palms.
Marva suffered a moment of hot panic then, and struggled against Dudley with all her strength. But he only held her that much more tightly, his tongue continuing to splurge in and nit of her open mouth. And beside them on the couch, Freda could feel all resistance going out of the girl as her teacher continued to pull and play with her tiny swollen nipples, until finally Marva began shivering and panting against her teenage boyfriend's caressing mouth.
"I think she's about ready for you to kiss her titties," Freda said, her own voice growing ragged with passion.
Marva flinched. "Don't you dare, Dudley Hunt!" she gasped. "If you do, I'll never speak to you again in my life!"
"All girls say that," Freda mocked. Marva's eyes blazed as Dudley loosened his hold on her and let her draw back from him. "I mean it, Dudley!"
Freda was not to be so easily defeated. "She's just bashful. She has to be shown that it's just natural and normal for every girl to want her breasts kissed," the teacher said, as she reached up behind her and slid open the zipper at the back of her gown. Then she brushed the single sequined strap off her right shoulder and bared her torso to the waist, her taut-nippled breasts thrust out brazenly, begging to be suckled. She moved close enough for Dudley to be able to reach them. "Show her, darling. Kiss!"
Almost as if drawn by a magnet, a slightly drunken Dudley put his lips to the reddened tip of his older lover's upthrust left breast. Freda hand flew to the back of his head, forcing hi laving mouth into a deeper embrace. He; thrown back, eyes closed and teeth clenched she took as much of his suckling as she could, the moved his mouth to her tingling right breast.
The shock that Dudley's fourteen year old girlfriend first felt very quickly turned to fascination and then a little bit of envy, as she heard Freda's deep moans of pleasure and saw the look of ecstasy on the woman' desire-flushed face. In fact, Marva offered only token resistance a moment later when Dudley transferred his pursed lips from Freda's saliva-wet breasts to her own smaller mounds. She mewled like a kitten over its first saucer of milk as he suckled the pink-lipped buds, and then submissively she let Dudley force her backward on the floor to make room. Marva lay with her buttocks resting on the edge of the cushions, her feet on the floor, with Freda's black silk negligee completely off her now, and her scant-cut white bikini panties the only covering she had on. As the voluptuous feelings from Dudley's warm mouth on her breasts streaked down into her tummy, Marva's loins lurched reflexively upward in a desperate silent plea to be fondled.
Freda could see that the narrow crotch of the panties were sopping wet, as well as the fine blonde pubic hair creeping out from under the panty leg bands. It was as golden as the hair atop Marva's head, and made the young girl's teacher drool with unexpected lust.
Again Freda could not account for her feelings, or her actions. Unless it was the wine she had drunk, because she had put away considerably more than either of her young guests. Whatever the reason, she was seized with sudden desire to pull down Marva's panties - and she did!
Dudley's mouth and tongue at her breasts had caused Marva to sink deeper and deeper under he wicked spell, and once again she was unaware of what the school teacher was doing until her flimsy white panties were off.
"Oh no! No!" she cried out, writhing and struggling and thrashing out with both naked legs. But Dudley went right on sucking one breast and finger-massaging the other, while keeping her pinioned to the sofa cushions. After , few moments, Marva saw the futility of kicking or trying to get away and lay quietly with her legs clenched tightly together. But she could not resist Freda's gentle hands as they coaxed her thighs to open just enough so that he woman could view her virginal pussy.
There was only the very lightest area of tan on Marva's upper thighs and belly as evidence that she had done any swimming the past summer. It in no way altered the paleness of her almost translucent white flesh.
Freda was in no way a connoisseur of female flesh. In fact, aside from her own vagina, she had never been interested enough to pay much attention to what any other member of her sex might have hidden in the tangle of curls between her legs. However, she knew enough to appreciate that not many times in her life would she ever see a pussy quite as lovely as Marva's .. . and especially not up close like this.
Nestled temptingly in a sprinkle of silky golden hair, the young teenager's exposed pussy lips looked soft and inviting as brushed pink velvet. Stimulated now by Dudley's mouth at her breasts, the slender folds of flesh were moist and partly open, just enough to allow Freda to peek into the dark narrow tunnel that led up into the depths of the girl's quivering belly. He tiny clitoris appeared as no more than a slight swelling, but Freda knew only too well that it would soon expand to twice its size as the full effect of Dudley's slavering lips hit the girl.
Marva's thighs jumped as Freda's fingertip: brushed lightly over the girl's passion-flushed cunt. "Oh ... " It was not the first time she had ever been touched down there. At parties with the lights out, she had let a couple of boys feel her, but always outside her panties. This was the first contact anyone had ever made directly to her naked flesh, and Marva was afraid. Miss Yale's brazen touch was exciting her! The gentle hand was so soft and sure, the touch of the fingers so light and delicate as they parted her cuntal lips more and slipped into the slick, satin-smooth furrow, moving through the length of it, back to front.
Freda could not help but be reminded of her own first sexual encounter with her Uncle Matt. Only she had been a little younger and her uncle had been rougher, making her dread sex with an adult man even to this day. This was not Freda's intention with Marva ... never ... not in a million years! In her inebriated passion, she wanted only to arouse the girl before her, get her in the proper mood, so it would be a pleasurable experience for the three of them.
"Oh no ... no .... " Marva cried out in mild panic as Freda found and softly stroked the girl's clitoris, making it stiffen with sexual excitement. Marva began to thrash about her legs again - but made no attempt this time to close them.
Still using the same gentle touch, Freda spread apart the lust-bloated folds of flesh with her fingertips, as her head dipped slowly forward. Never before in her entire life had Freda even imagined she would want to touch another woman's pussy with her mouth. Even now, lost as she was in the grip of wild passionate longing, for one long reluctant moment she was not sure she could do it. It was completely against her nature, obscene and unnatural. She was not a lesbian! Yet tonight she couldn't help herself.
The warmth of Marva's thighs against her cheeks checked all of Freda's indecisiveness. She looked again at the totally exposed cunt before her. It really was lovely, she thought, so sweet, so pinkly tempting. She put her lips to the soft tender flesh at the inside of the girl's thighs, and the sweet intimate musk-scent that filled her nostrils incited her further. Her face moved uncontrolled, nearer and nearer to the open pink slit. The gap between the lips spread wider apart as Freda breathed softly against them, the complex of vulnerable flesh defenselessly yielding up its innermost secrets.
Freda kissed the very center of Marva's young cunt, pursing her lips and pressing them deeply into the heart of the girl's most precious treasure. Marva gasped then the sound trailed off into a moan, tensed for a moment, spread her legs wider and then went completely limp.
Freda closed her eyes and let herself drift away into a state of beautiful physical pleasure, experiencing solely the sensations of touch and smell and taste. She ignored all contemplation as to whether what she was doing was right or wrong, and applied herself wholeheartedly to the eating of Marva's virgin cunt, savoring its syrupy-sweet wetness and slowly becoming oblivious to all else.
Whether or not, Dudley knew, or cared what his sensuous teacher was doing to his girlfriend, he gave no indication. Like the woman who had taught him the fine art of sex, he concentrated fully on one thing - sucking Marva's soft-budding young breasts, thrilled with her animated response.
At first, he was not certain whose hand he felt at his fly, fumbling open the zipper. It was not until the hand reached inside his trousers and brought his cock out into the open that he recognized Freda's soft, sure touch. He was positive that Marva, in her youthful innocence could not know how to stroke him with such finesse, sliding the foreskin down off his desire-slick glans almost down to the crown, then back up again to the eagerly seeping tip, causing searing nerve impulses to race faster and faster through the length of his rigid shaft with each knowing stroke of her hand on his burgeoning cock.
As she continued to excite Dudley with her right hand, Freda slipped her left hand beneath the soft white cheeks of his girlfriend's naked buttocks to cup and squeeze them fondly. Her lips glued in undeniable passion to Marva's awakening cunt, she sucked with a relentless ardor, striking now and then at the girl's tiny swollen clitoris like a stab of forked lightning. Then she began shaking her head from side to side making her long frosted hair swish tantalizingly across Marva's thighs, hiding her lewd lesbian caresses like a curtain.
This was not at all the way Freda had planned it. Her idea was to get Marva and Dudley worked up, so that he would fuck Marva. Not only to show Dudley how sexually inadequate an immature girl like Marva could be, compared to how she could make him feel. But remembering her "first time" with her uncle, Freda hoped that maybe if Dudley did the girl against her will, it might turn Marva against him, as it had turned her against Uncle Matt. Certainly Freda never intended to become involved herself. Yet, here she was the most active member of the affair, aroused to a pitch where she had become completely divorced from her usually good senses, ensnared in her own trap.
Marva had begun to rock and shiver so uncontrollably on the couch that Freda had all she could do to keep her mouth buried in the girl's warm, savory, wet cuntal flesh. The blonde girl was babbling incoherently, the mouth on her breasts and the one sucking and lapping at the innermost depths of her pussy threatening to drive her out of her mind. So violently was she squirming and thrusting herself up and down on the cushions that Freda knew the girl's climax could not be far off. Marva was half-sobbing, gasping for breath, her eyes open, staring up sightlessly at the ceiling. Freda changed her attack and moved her tongue upward, licking insistently on the stiff red button of her pulsing clitoris. Marva's entire body tensed as if summoning the last ounce of strength in an attempt to sustain that most incredibly wonderful of all human feelings - and then with a wail, she began spasming - filling Freda's mouth with the thick hot liquid of her passion. It flooded the older woman's mouth and flowed lewdly down her throat, forcing her to swallow even as her tongue continued its wild wanton stabbings at the fourteen year old's spasming pussy flesh.
"Ohhhhh, oh ... God ... oh, I'm cumrring!" Marva moaned, the ecstasy almost too much to bear.
And even while the sensual convulsions were still racking Marva's body, Freda yanked on Dudley's rock-hard young cock, pulling him toward the girl's splayed thighs. "Fuck her," Freda panted wild-eyed. "Fuck her before she cools off."
Wild terror showed in Marva's big brown eyes. "No .. . no, Dudley! Please no! I don't want you to."
She clenched her quivering legs together and began crawling backward away from the two of them along the sofa.
"You little fool!" Freda cried out, her eyes glazed with passion. "You're denying yourself the best part."
Marva continued to pull away. "No ..."
Freda shifted her gaze from Marva to the partly-exposed head of Dudley's cock. Like a flower in full bloom it was at the height of its beauty. Crazed now with wanting, Freda could not resist the temptation of dipping her head forward, licking the boy's blood-engorged glans, then taking it in her mouth and sucking on it avidly. But she did not bring him off that way. With method still in her madness, Freda quickly shed her sequined gown and her black nylon panties. Then stark naked, she threw herself down on her back on the deep-carpeted floor, splayed her shapely legs and presented her hungering cunt to him.
"Show her, darling," she breathed, looking up at Dudley. "Show her how beautiful it can be. Fuck me, darling."
Dudley had reached the point where his cock was itching and straining so badly that it did not much matter who he screwed. He just wanted to get it into a cunt and let go the sperm that had backed up so furiously in his lust-tightened balls. Without any more persuasion, he slid from the sofa, pulled down his pants and knelt up between Freda's widely parted thighs. With her holding her vaginal lips spread apart with her fingertips, he lunged forward and drove his rampant rod of flesh deep into her hot, desire-drenched cunt.
Freda threw back her head and closed her eyes in ecstasy as her young lover pumped against her open loins. Delicious mewls of pleasure escaped her lips and she rubbed the moisture-slick insides of her thighs against his hips and, reaching behind him, grasped his pounding ass-cheeks to help him establish a more even rhythm.
In shock at the obscene spectacle taking place on the floor in front of her, Marva grabbed up her rumpled dress and held it in front of her body as she half-sat, half-lay on the sofa, watching them as if she could not wholly believe what her eyes were witnessing. The fear and awe and incredulity with which she beheld her teacher and her boyfriend slowly began turning to fascination and curiosity as she watched their sensual gyrations and listened to the moans of gasps of carnal pleasure they emitted, together with the loud sucking noise Dudley's cock made sluicing in and out of Miss Yale's steaming wet pussy. Marva could feel her body growing eager to be a part of their union, but her prim mind kept rejecting it.
A low groan of savage desire suddenly poured from Freda's pulsing throat as her knees gripped Dudley's sides and she raised her hips, ramming her pelvis up against him. She held there, twisting and grinding until she felt the teenager's savagely pulsating cock expand and grow within the gripping confines of her vagina, his throbbing cock-head now sunk all the way into her quivering belly. She could feel his rhythmic fucking motion as he tried to drive more cock than he possessed into her suctioning cunt. She matched his motion, her hands still clutching his buttocks, moaning and groaning like a she-animal in heat, the sucking sound of his pistoning cock growing louder and wilder in the silent living room.
Eyes clenched tightly, head back, teeth bared, Freda rode out her orgasms that followed one after another, until she lost count, each one causing wild sensations of lustful abandon to churn and swim inside her cock-filled belly. Each one was seemingly more intense than the one it followed, until suddenly everything became just too much for her to bear. Deliberately, she rippled her deepest cuntal muscles against the mushroom-like corona of young Dudley's hard-pistoning penis.
A deep wild animal groan suddenly roared in his chest, his boyish body stiffened, his cock-head penetrated her spasming cuntal depths - and then exploded! Freda thrilled as she felt wave after wave of his hot jetting sperm searing its ecstatic way into her own spasming belly. She gritted her teeth together and dug her fingernails cruelly into his buttocks, holding him tight against her and milking every spurt of cum out of him with her massaging cuntal walls.
Freda waited until she felt Dudley's weaker and final contractions and her own enjoyment began to fade. Then as Dudley withdrew and pulled back from her, Freda turned her head and looked up at Marva still seated on the edge of the sofa.
"Now you, darling," Freda said to the aghast teenager.
Fear swept the fascination from Marva's brown eyes. "No ..."
Still filled with voluptuous feelings and determined that the teenage girl should be fucked, Freda insisted in a firm voice, "I said yes!"
Marva shook her head violently. "No ..."
She made a move to get up from the sofa. But Freda moved even more quickly and grasped the girl's bare ankles. The next moment, Marva was on the floor with Freda pinioning her slight shoulders to the deep-pile carpet. Freda could not help but wonder if Marva was fighting to get away quite as strenuously or sincerely as she might have, as the woman turned her head to look at Dudley. "She's all yours, darling. Do her ... fuck her."
"No," Marva screamed. "If you do - I swear - I'll never speak to you again. I'll hate you."
Freda laughed mockingly. "That's what she said when you kissed her titties - and she loved it. She'll love this even more. She'll love you even more."
"I won't!" Marva shouted, almost hysterically.
"Have I ever lied to you, Dudley darling?" Freda asked.
Dudley shook his head. It was true. She never had. Not since he knew her. Everything she told him turned out just the way Miss Yale said.
Still on his knees on the floor, his pants off now, Dudley looked down at the inviting slit between his young girlfriend's thrashing legs. It looked so much different from Miss Yale's pussy. The blonde hair alone did that, of course, but Marva's cunt was smaller with delicate pink lips, still slightly inflamed from Freda's sucking and still wet with the school teacher's saliva as well as Marva's own sexual secretion. There was no question in his mind that he wanted Marva, perhaps more eagerly than he'd ever wanted his older teacher. "But I don't know whether I can," he murmured as he looked down at his cock in semi-repose.
"Of course you can," Freda insisted and there was no doubt in her mind about it, or else even in her heat of a few minutes ago, she would not have let him screw her at the expense of neglecting Marva. That was her primary goal and she knew the fifteen year old boy's penile capabilities. She had seen his cock revive and swell as big and hard as ever in a matter of minutes with her, and now he had even more incentive - a new girl, a fresh piece of tail, an untried pussy!
Once again, Freda was right. Just by looking down at Marva's sensuous young body, perfectly shaped legs and totally naked pussy, caused Dudley's penis to stir, raise its head and then stand out stiff and straight from his loins, ready for more action. But there was still some slight reluctance in the boy's mind listening to his girlfriend's protests and her threats of the consequences if he "dared fuck her". But Freda's insistence proved the more powerful of the two arguments, especially when Freda knelt astride the girl, reached up to clasp Dudley's rigid cock, and then brought it forward to the partly open pink lips between Marva's splayed bare legs. There he lingered with the head of his turgid cock poised right over her vulnerable cuntal opening for what seemed an eternal moment, waiting only for the final word of encouragement from one of them to begin its cruel battering work. It came from Freda.
"What are you waiting for?" she goaded. "Do it! Shove it into her!"
It was the signal Dudley was waiting for to begin addressing a slow relentless pressure to Marva's virgin pussy. As Freda remembered that bestial act that long ago first time with her cruel uncle, Marva gasped, squirmed and tried to retreat from her teenage boyfriend's entry. But Freda was prepared for this reaction and held the girl down forcefully, telling Dudley that like bad medicine, it was best given in one quick swallow.
"No, no, Dudley, stop! Oh God, stop!" the nakedly pinioned blonde screamed as the wine-and lust-drunk boy advanced.
Dudley groaned as he felt the almost audible implosion of Marva's hymen.
"Aiiieeee! Ah, ah, nooooo!" Marva wailed as the fragile tissue of her maidenhood was ripped asunder before Dudley's relentlessly driving cock-shaft. For a minute, the boy stopped in fear of having really hurt the girl he liked, but Freda urged him on.
"It's only her hymen," she reassured him. "Now she's no more a virgin - and she'll love you all the more for it."
"I never will," Marva sobbed piteously, rolling her hips and pushing up her captors with her hands, trying to fight them both off at once. "I never will! Please, Dudley, stop it! You're hurting me! I can't stand it! If you love me you'll stop."
Freda half-muffled the girl's cries with her hand, afraid that someone in the other apartments might overhear, making Marva's voice little more than a lot of babblings to Dudley as he drove into her again.
Marva was tight. Excruciatingly tight even for a young girl. To Dudley, her inner muscles seemed made of steel, and if he'd been any bigger, he never would have made it. As it was, every inch he advanced was filled with hurt for him and for her, but he couldn't stop now. In spite of the pain, she felt good to him and there was something about her that made him want to cum in her squirming little white belly. That something gave him the incentive to persevere, and he kept pushing, her wild writhing beneath him only adding to his desire to fuck her completely. It was with a feeling of tremendous conquest that he was finally sunk to the hilt in her virginal cunt and her fear-crazed struggling ceased.
Freda took one look at the rapture written in the girl's eyes and face and she knew it was no longer necessary to hold her down. She got off Marva and moved to one side away from her. To Dudley she whispered, "She's all yours now, darling."
He leaned forward and put his lips to Marva's and kissed her. "I'm sorry if I hurt you," he apologized. "Is it better now?"
She turned her head to one side so she would not have to meet his eyes. "Do whatever you want to do. Just - just get it over with."
He began moving slowly against her, his penis sliding in and out of her still tight little vagina squeezing like a fist around his sensitive cock-shaft. Then after a moment, Marva's aroused vaginal moisture began to flow again and her body relaxed. Gradually the agony in her cock-skewered belly faded and in its place came the most exquisite feeling of pure rapture she'd ever had.
No longer was Marva lying still. No longer did she keep her face turned away. Instead she looked up at him and held his gaze as she began moving with him, slowly at first, then faster and faster as his lust-hardened boy-cock pistoned rapidly in and out between her openly trembling legs, disappearing completely on the deep downstrokes. His balls had refilled as quickly as his penis had grown hard again, and he was fucking her with long, powerful strokes that belied his youthful frame.
Freda watched as the younger girl's whole tender white body became alive with uncontrollable passion, no longer offering even token resistance. After moments of squirming around on the rug beneath her young lover, Marva arched her back and began grinding her hips up and down in a sexual frenzy as Dudley kept fucking in and out of her throbbing wet pussy.
As if to get even with her for all the threats she had made him, Dudley withdrew his lust-stiffened rod of flesh and held it poised tantalizingly just at the entrance to her quivering cunt lips. He grinned at his pretty blonde conquest as he felt her vaginal mouth hungrily rippling around his swollen cock-head. This was the girl who'd said she didn't want it! How right Freda had been once again, he thought. He could feel the muscles of her whole body tightening, gasps of frustration pouring from deep in her throat as she looked up at him pleadingly.
Nothing mattered to Marva right now, except getting that exquisite length of pulsing male flesh back inside her eager cunt again. She was desperate for it, desperate to know what it was like to have it explode all through her inexperienced belly. Never in her life did she dream she could find such exquisite pleasure. Her whole body twitched with lewd anticipation as she saw him close in on her, felt the hot firm flesh of his coveted penis parting her vaginal lips again.
Dudley was unable to control the shudders of pleasure rippling up and down his spine as he pushed the head of his cock back into her vagina and felt her passion-inflamed cunt lips gripping spasmodically around him. He rested there a moment in the warm wet clasp of her pussy, then rammed deep into Marva's belly and held there, as out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of their teacher sitting beside them. Miss Yale did not look very happy, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out why. This was what she'd wanted, wasn't it? But there was no time to worry about Miss. Yale now, when the deep inner muscles of Marva's pussy was nibbling madly on the glans of his cock.
He pulled halfway out of his girlfriend's desperate cunt, forward again until he was once more buried to the hilt in her wetly clasping vagina. His buttocks flexed and hollowed as he began ramming in and out, faster and faster, his penis creating the same lewd sucking sounds in her tight hot pussy that it did with Miss Yale.
Marva's full-lipped pink mouth hung half-open for him to kiss her again, as her belly bucked and churned in a tempo of jungle lust.
"Oh, darling," she breathed as her legs instinctively began climbing, her ankles sliding on the backs of his legs, her hips pounding up at him as if she had been fucking all her born days. "I didn't mean any of those awful things I said ... I... I love you." She caught her breath. "Ohh, Dudley - I feel funny... all like crazy ... I think ... I think something's going to happen ..."
And it did! Her voluptuous body shuddered in pleasure, as she jerked and gyrated her loins against him, trying to swallow up every inch of his young virile manhood.
Suddenly she spasmed! From somewhere deep inside her a fiery liquid burst like a grenade around his rapidly pistoning cock, pouring down the sides of her thighs, her cunt lips opening and closing and throbbing with an insane rhythm.
"Oooh now, darling! Now!" she cried out, not quite certain what it would be like when it happened. "Oh Dudley, I'm cumming!"
Dudley, as Freda had taught him, held back his own orgasm until he could stand it no longer. Now as his strong, youthful, well-oriented cock held deep in the depths of Marva's belly, like a deadly coiled snake, he felt the venom squirting from the tip of his wildly contracting penis in a seemingly never-ending stream of passion.
Beneath him, the blonde girl's lush young body twisted from side to side in a dance of joyous, lewd abandon, moaning his name over and over as she continued to orgasm right along with him. Until her eyes rolled up in her head and she lapsed into momentary unconsciousness.
It was then that Dudley leaned forward and kissed her, tenderly, devotedly, flush on her open mouth.
Freda sat and watched as if in a daze. Drunk and half-crazed with jealousy and passion, she could still see with crystal clarity what a miserable failure she had been at trying to play God to these two young lovers. Everything she had planned had gone wrong. Instead of Marva proving a sexual flop, as Freda had figured, once she was impaled on Dudley's penis the girl proved herself a sexual dynamo and worst of all, rather than drive them apart, the distraught schoolteacher had succeeded only in pushing them closer together. Her whole scheme had boomeranged and exploded right in her face.
CHAPTER NINE
The next day, fortunately, was Sunday, which meant Freda did not have to face either Marva or Dudley in class. Because when she awoke at about noontime, it was with a double hangover - one, from the quantity of wine she had consumed, and two, with the stark realization of what she had so lewdly allowed to happen in her apartment last night. Strangely like so many ideas, when she conceived having Marva and Dudley get together, it did not seem so bad. Then, of course, with the three of them drunk on wine and their passion running wild, she became wholly oblivious to the things they were doing during their orgiastic sex party. But now in the sobering light of the next day, the teacher fully realized the shocking extremes to which she had encouraged her teenage students to go - and she was genuinely ashamed. But her shame was only a small part of it as she learned when she arrived at school on Monday morning.
As she was walking along the corridor, nodding "good morning" to students and fellow-teachers, on her way to class, Freda heard someone call out her name from behind. She turned and saw the secretary who worked in the principal's office, hurrying toward her, high heels clicking on the hard, rubberized floor.
"Mr. Carlson would like to see you in his office, Miss Yale," the secretary said, gravely.
"Before class?"
"Right now, Miss Yale," the girl retorted firmly. Then she turned and Freda followed her along the corridor to the principal's office.
Freda could not imagine what could be so important that the head of the school would want to see her about before school even started. But the moment the secretary opened the door and Freda stepped into the office, her question was answered with startling impact. Because seated before Mr. Carlson's paper-Uttered, flat-top desk was Dudley, Marva, Dudley's parents and Marva's mother and father!
"You filthy, evil-minded slut!" Marva's mother blazed fiercely at Freda, even before the door was closed. For a moment, it looked as if she were going to spring out of her chair at the stunned teacher, until her husband restrained her.
It seemed that when she got home on Saturday night, following the advice she had received from her girlfriends and from the things she had read in sex books, Marva hurried right into the bathroom to strip and douche. Curious, her mother followed after the girl, opened the door and caught Marva in the act of cleansing her vagina, and by the time the woman finished her bombardment of questions, Marva had told her the whole truth.
Blind with rage, Mrs. Dunning was all for going straight to Freda's apartment with the police and having the teacher jailed.
But her husband said that it would be much wiser to sleep on it a couple of nights and then let the school authorities handle the delicate situation. It took considerable persuasion, but finally Mrs. Dunning agreed to do as her husband said. Then first thing, Monday morning, with Marva, Dudley and his parents in tow, they went to the school and explained to Mr. Carlson what had happened. Mr. Carlson promised that the problem would be dealt with satisfactorily.
The half-hour that Freda spent in the principal's office was the worst thirty minutes she had ever lived through in all her thirty years. With the children excused, she was called every degrading name in the book, from pervert to sexual deviate to whore prefaced with four-letter adjectives she never would have dreamed "nice people" like her accusers would even know.
There were many penalties with which they threatened her, any one of which would have easily stuck - committing lewd acts with children, homosexuality, statutory rape.
Her heart pounding unmercifully and her body drenched with perspiration, Freda just stood there and listened, like a condemned woman awaiting a verdict. Finally in a sonorous voice that had all the undertones of doom, Mr. Carlson said: 'Each and everyone of us here in the office would like nothing better than to see a person like you receive the maximum penalty, but for the good of the school, the community and most of all the innocent young girl and boy involved in this tragic circumstance, we have decided simply to relieve you of your teaching duties here in Bedrock, and hope that you make your home somewhere else, far removed from our city.
"It's too easy!" Marva's mother screamed. "A woman like her should be horsewhipped!" She fastened her withering gaze on the dishonored school teacher and spit out venomously, "You filthy scum! You diseased-minded whore! You shit!"
Freda winced but she made no retort. In her own mind, she knew how very easy she was getting off. Of all the dreadful things that could have happened to her, she was only being fired. They were not even stripping her of her teaching credentials. They said it was for the good of the community the school and to save Marva and Dudley from carrying around a public stigma the rest of their lives.
Of course, it meant that her violent if short-lived "love affair" with young Dudley Hunt was ended. But he would be graduating into high school in another month and maybe things would have changed for them anyway, especially with Marva "waiting in the wings" for him. What saddened Freda, too, was the fact that she was going to have to pack her things and leave Bedrock and make her home somewhere else. She liked Bedrock and most of the people in it and she had hoped to stay there. But under the circumstances it was impossible. Besides, she had to find another teaching job. Teacher's salaries do not permit long, extended vacations, which presented Freda with still another problem.
She had signed a one-year lease when she moved into her apartment and it still had a month-and-a-half to go. Which meant, if she wanted to avoid a possible lawsuit, she had to stay there or pay the balance of rent due. With summer vacation only a few weeks away and no chance to start on a new teaching job until fall, Freda decided to stay put and make application in several other out-of-town schools.
It seemed like a perfect solution to her problems. But it did not work out that way. Somehow the story as to why she was fired from her job leaked out. Maybe Dudley bragged to his young friends, or Marva confided in hers, or one of their parents in an unguarded moment let the truth slip out. It was not long before Freda found herself being accosted and propositioned on the street, even while she was shopping. She began receiving obscene calls and immoral proposals on the phone. A couple of hardup guys, including Charlie dressed in his Sunday best, had the audacity to hammer on the door of her apartment and want in. Of course, she refused to open the door for any of them. Still she was afraid and dared not call the police, for fear of bringing herself even more unsavory notoriety and maybe raking up the unpleasantness of what had happened at the school.
Finally the whole situation got so bad, that with only a few weeks left on her lease, even though she couldn't afford it, Freda settled with the landlord, packed her things and moved out. She took only what clothes and personal belongings she would need for the immediate present and put the rest of her stuff in storage until she was relocated.
Freda wasted no time applying for another teaching job so she could go to work as soon as the fall term began. After much correspondence and a number of interviews, she finally was accepted by a high school in the city of Bustle, located in the extreme western corner of the state. It was a busy industrial town, not at all to Freda's liking after the quiet, unhurried life in Bedrock, but she was hardly in a position to be choosy.
Since May and her unfortunate escapade with Marva and Dudley, Freda had stricken sex from the agenda. But with the start of the fall term in Bustle, her adrenalin began flowing and her sexual desires stirring and she began casting her eye over the male student body, in search of another "Dudley", for whom her tormented body had cried out so many times during the long hot summer months. But this time, she had made up her mind she would proceed with great caution and be particularly careful whom she chose as her youthful paramour. She could not risk a repeat of what happened in Bedrock. She just might not be as lucky as she was back there.
By late October, after school had been in session for more than a month and a half, Freda's search had narrowed down to three boys in her class, ranging in ages from thirteen to fifteen. She had not made up her mind which of the three she would select, when one afternoon, quite by surprise, a girl who was not one of her pupils, came to see her. The girl had waited until school was out and most everyone had left. Then she came into the classroom and approached Freda's desk very timidly.
"I'm Lucille Oliver, Miss Yale," the girl said in a small voice. "I'm-I'm wondering if I can talk to you?"
"Of course, darling," Freda replied with a faint smile. She had seen the girl any number of times in the schoolyard and corridors, without paying her any particular attention, because there was nothing very outstanding about her. Approaching fifteen, she was dark with brown eyes and a body that was slightly on the undernourished side. However, she did have nice legs and breasts that were rather large for a girl her age.
Lucille swallowed and her brown eyes filled with a kind of mild terror, as if now that she was here, she was not at all sure she should have come. Falteringly, she said, "It's - it's rather a personal subject, Miss Yale. And I-I don't know for sure whether you'll believe me, or even want to listen. But well - I've just got to talk to somebody - and there's absolutely no one else I can confide in - except you."
Freda frowned quizzically. "Why me?"
"I've watched you and I've heard the girls in your class say how very considerate and understanding you are. That you're different from any of the other teachers."
Freda could not help but wonder if by "different", Lucille meant she was a weirdo. Because here in Bustle, Freda had gone back to her original costume - severe hairdo, drab, out-moded clothing and no makeup. It suited her purpose better to create that sort of image, so even if the "dried-up old maid" reputation had followed her here from Bedrock, she did not let it bother her.
"Exactly what is it you have to tell me, darling?" Freda asked.
The girl looked around to make sure that the door was securely locked so that no one could overhear what she had to say. Then she leaned into Freda confidentially and asked, "You know Mr. Eaton?"
"Yes."
Claude Eaton taught one of the upper grades at the school. If it had not been for his height, almost six feet, his slightly thinning brown hair and the conservative clothes he wore, he might easily have passed for one of the students with his boyish good looks and polished, apple-round cheeks. As men go, Freda had found him extremely attractive perhaps because he looked so youthful. But aside from an occasional "good morning", they had never even spoken. If Freda remembered correctly, Lucille was a member of his class, which the girl confirmed a moment later.
"It's rather unusual, I know," Lucille explained. "But Mr. Eaton was our teacher last year. When we were promoted, he moved right up with us. So we're having Mr. Eaton for two terms instead of just one." By the noticeable catch in the girl's voice each time she mentioned his name, Freda wondered if maybe Lucille had a schoolgirl crush on her teacher and wanted her to tell her what she might do about it. But when Freda broached the subject, Lucille's girlish face turned crimson and she said, "Oh no, Miss Yale - it's much more than that!"
Now it was Freda's turn to gulp. Much more than a crush? She looked deep into the girl's brown eyes. "What - what exactly are you trying to tell me, Lucille?"
Lucille dropped her eyes and her slight body began trembling. "I-I've had relations with Mr. Eaton."
Freda went back in her chair. "Sexual relations?"
"Yes, ma'am . . . even more than that."
There was a chair off to one side of the room, under one of the blackboards. Freda, suddenly interested, said, "Perhaps you'd better get it and sit down and tell me all about it."
Lucille brought the chair close to the side of the teacher's desk and sat down, primly, her knees locked together, hands torturing the kleenex she held in her lap.
"It - it began last spring, a couple of months before school closed," the teenager began. "I saw Mr. Eaton looking at me kind of funny a couple of times in class. Then one day, Georgiana said that Mr. Eaton was having a little surprise party at his house for one of the other girls and would like me to attend. She said it was secret and not to tell anyone."
Freda thought a moment and said, "I don't believe I know Georgiana."
"She was in Mr. Eaton's class last year, before you started to teach here. But her father got transferred or something during the summer and she moved to California," Lucille explained. The way she described Georgiana, Freda guessed the girl must have been a real sexpot.
"Did you go to the party?" Freda wanted to know.
"Yes, ma'am, but it wasn't anything like Georgiana said," the girl explained. "I had expected several other girls from school would be there. But when we got to his house, there was nobody except Georgiana, Mr. Eaton and me. The girl that the surprise party was supposed to be for, wasn't even there."
Lucille's throat suddenly had become very dry. She eyed the glass and the thermos of water that Freda kept atop her desk. She asked if she could have a drink. Freda filled the glass and Lucille promptly emptied it.
"Mr. Eaton gave a lot of excuses why the other girls hadn't come to the party, but I found out later that he hadn't even invited anyone else," the girl went on. "Anyway, he had a lot of nice things for us to eat - hot dogs, popcorn, candy, cookies and all we wanted to drink."
"Liquor?" Freda exacted, feeling a mild twinge of conscience at the similarity of Eaton's modus operanti and her own that night Marva and Dudley came to her apartment.
"Oh no, Miss Yale," Lucille was quick to reply. "Just soda pop and punch. Anyway, it wasn't long before Mr. Eaton suggested playing games. So we started playing cards. Only instead of playing for money, or prizes, or match-sticks, each time one of us lost, we had to take off some of our clothes. I said I didn't think I wanted to play that kind of a game. But Georgiana shamed me into it. She asked me if I wanted to stay a kid all my life. Said that this was the kind of a game grownups played. So I gave in and played. It wasn't long before all Georgiana and I had on were our panties and bras and all Mr. Eaton had left of his clothes was his shorts. That's when he complained that cards was a little too tame. He said he wanted something with a little more action. So he suggested we play tag. Gosh, Miss Yale, I played tag when I was a kid, but never the way Mr. Eaton played it."
According to Eaton's rules, Lucille said, it did not count until a person was touched in front, somewhere between the knees and shoulders. Then when that person was tagged, they had to kiss the one who tagged them.
"I was never kissed by a grown man before, or by another girl, either," Lucille imparted. "At least, not the way either of them kissed me. I mean, when Mr. Eaton kissed me, he held me real close and put his tongue in my mouth . . . and I could feel that big, hard thing he had in his shorts pushing against my tummy. And then when Georgiana kissed me, she ran her hands all over my body and made me feel all funny. That's when Mr. Eaton told me he had looked over my exam papers and that they were pretty bad. But he said he'd see that both Georgiana and I got passing grades // we'd make love together. I didn't even know what he meant, but Georgiana was all for it. So we went into the bedroom and got on the bed. I thought he meant we'd just hug and kiss a few times. But that was only the beginning. Georgiana started rolling around on top of me and I began feeling all weak and crazy-like inside. Next thing I knew she had her bra off and mine too . . . and she began kissing my breasts. . . licking my nipples." She looked at Freda sort of ashamedly. "Of course, you probably never had anyone do anything like that to you, Miss Yale. But if you had, you'd know what it does to you. It makes you want more and more . . . even if you know it isn't right. . . and try to fight against it."
Freda suddenly was aware of an unwanted warmness in her loins, a tingling in her breasts. For a moment, she envisioned herself back in Bedrock with Dudley. He was sucking her naked breasts, filling her body with incredibly beautiful sensations . . .
Lucille's voice brought her jarringly back to the present. "Before I could even begin to stop her, Georgiana had her hand down inside my panties, feeling between my legs . . . and she kept it up until. . . until I came. Then Mr. Eaton got onto the bed with us and they took off my panties . . . and while Georgiana held me down, kissing me, Mr. Eaton he ... he did me."
As Lucille dropped her tear-filled eyes in shame, Freda indulged again in her memories. Memories of that first time with Uncle Matt and then with Marva and Dudley and Charlie and all the boys she had known along the way. Finally she shook herself from her reminiscing, gave the girl another drink of water, then studied her for a long moment. "Why didn't you go to your mother and father and tell them what happened?"
"I was afraid," Lucille replied as she put the glass aside and met the school teacher's gaze. "I didn't know for sure what they'd do. They're pretty old fashioned. Besides, same as most of the other kids at school, I liked Mr. Eaton. He's always been kind of super. Then, too, Georgiana was my best friend. I didn't want to get either one of them in trouble and maybe have the kids at school get mad at me for snitching. Besides, Miss Yale, I'm not a very good student and well - Mr. Eaton promised to pass me, if I didn't tell."
Shades of her own experiences, Freda thought as she rubbed her moist palms against her dark skirt.
"Besides all that - after awhile I - I got to sort of like it," Lucille confessed in a low voice.
"You mean it happened more than once?" Freda asked with mild surprise.
"Yes, ma'am," was Lucille's response. "All the rest of that term, Georgiana and I used to go to his house. Then during summer vacation, he had a small place at the lake and we'd visit him there. Georgiana would tell her parents she was staying with me and I'd tell my mother and father I was staying with her and we'd spend the night with Mr. Eaton - until like I said, Georgiana moved away just before school started again in the fall."
"And when school started, did you go on seeing Mr. Eaton?"
"Yes, ma'am, at least once a week." Lucille's face suddenly clouded over. "Only it was so very different."
"You mean because Georgiana wasn't there?"
The girl shook her blonde head. "Not only that. It used to be fun. But it isn't anymore -especially since he's had that other man there."
"Another teacher?"
Lucille shook her head again. She said she didn't know what the man did and that all Eaton ever called him was Adam. That Eaton told her to be nice to Adam because he owed the man a lot of money.
"I hated him right from the start," Lucille continued. "Because ever since he began coming around, they've made me do such awful things - things that aren't natural, or normal, or right."
"What kind of things?" Freda was anxious to know.
A shudder ran through Lucille's body. "I - I don't even like to talk about them. Besides I don't think you'd believe they really happened unless you could see for yourself."
"Why don't you simply stay away from him?" Freda reasoned.
"That wouldn't work at all, Miss Yale," Lucille countered. "I'm still in his class, and he could flunk me just like that if I stayed away. That's why I came to you. You're a teacher. I thought maybe if you talked to him and told him I want out, he'd listen and maybe get scared and let me go."
Freda felt suddenly ensnared in a problem she wanted no part of. It was much, much too close to her own experiences. After all, how could she censure a man for doing with young girls, exactly what she'd been doing with young boys? Yet, at the same time, her heart went out to Lucille. Here was a lovely young girl enmeshed in a deplorable situation with a man old enough to be her father. A man who apparently made her do degrading, perverted things not only with him, but with his friend as well. She'd never done anything but love Dudley.
The girl had come to her for help, ironically feeling that Freda was the only one she could trust to help her. Could Freda in true conscience turn her back on this girl, tell her that she did not want to become involved, to settle her own problem? On the other hand, she just might be doing Eaton a big favor if she did help the girl. Because there was no telling what a girl as desperate and as hopelessly distraught as Lucille might do to Eaton and his career, if ever she decided to talk. Eaton just might not be as lucky as Freda had been back in Bedrock.
"But I can't very well just walk up to Mr. Eaton and tell him to stop making you see him," was Freda's argument. "Even if all the things you just told me are true, he could simply laugh off the story."
"Oh, I didn't mean for you to just take my word for it, Miss Yale," Lucille informed her. "You can come see for yourself."
"But how can I do that?" Freda asked in a last half-hearted attempt to squirm out of involvement. "If Mr. Eaton knew I was there, he would never-"
"Oh, he won't know, Miss Yale," Lucille interrupted. "If you'll just go with me next time, I'll show you how we can do it."
CHAPTER TEN
"Next time" proved to be Wednesday afternoon. After school was out and they were sure that Claude Eaton had left, Lucille got into Freda's car and they drove to his house in the suburbs. On the way, Lucille revealed some further surprising information that gave her even more reason for wanting to break with Eaton. It seems Lucille had met a boy, a high school sophomore, for her first real taste of puppy love.
"His name's Peter and he's a doll, Miss Yale," Lucille gushed. "We've been to the movies and to a couple of dances together - but if he ever found out about Mr. Eaton - gosh, I know he'd lever even look at me again."
Eaton lived in a one-story ranch-type home in a quiet residential section of the city. It looked like all the other ticky-tack houses in the tract except that his lot was enclosed by a tall hedge, hat completely hid his illicit activities from his neighbors.
Freda and Lucille drove past the house several times, so that Lucille could point out to the schoolteacher where the bedroom was located. Lucille also showed her how she could slip into he backyard through a side gate, without being seen.
It was gathering dusk, when Freda finally parked her car about halfway down the block from Eaton's house. She watched as Lucille talked briskly to the house and rang the bell.
Freda waited only until Lucille was safely inside, then got out and followed the same route that the girl had taken. Except when she got to the house, she looked up and down the street to make sure no one was watching. Then she ducked quickly through the side gate and moved noiselessly to the rear of the place and the window that Lucille told her looked into the bedroom.
Unfortunately, the window was a little too high for Freda to look through, even on tiptoes. But there were several wooden boxes scattered about the yard, one of which brought to the window to stand on. As Lucille had promised, without anyone knowing, she had opened the Venetian blinds and parted the drapes just enough to allow Freda a clear, unobstructed view of the entire bedroom.
Freda had absolutely no idea what kind of a show she was about to witness and had prepared herself for almost anything, and she didn't have long to wait before the curtain went up. Eaton, his friend Adam and Lucille soon came into the bedroom. Apparently the two men had been waiting for Lucille, because Eaton was wearing a bright yellow silk lounging robe. His friend, a corpulent man with a powerful-looking torso covered with coarse black hair, sat on the edge of the bed in only his shorts. Quite a few years Eaton's senior, Adam had a lecherous-looking face with thick lips, pig eyes and a slack, blue-black jaw. Freda could very easily appreciate Lucille's aversion to the man.
Both men watched with mounting interest as Lucille took off her dress and kicked away her flats, even though they had undoubtedly seen her disrobe dozens of times in the past. Lucille was wearing no hosiery, so that when her dress was off, her sole remaining attire was a sheer, pale pink lace brassiere and matching panties. With her dress off, except for her breasts that were exceptionally big for such a small girl, she looked even younger than her fifteen years, more frail and delicate than Freda had even imagined she would be.
As soon as the dress was thrown over a nearby chair, Eaton closed in behind Lucille and, slipping his hands under her armpits, moved them forward to cup her voluptuous breasts through her brassiere. At the same time, he pressed his body close to hers, so that the visible bulge under his silk robe fitting snugly into the valley between the roundly trembling mounds of her panty-covered buttocks. At the same time, he moved her slowly forward toward the bed, so that Adam sitting on the edge of it, could run his palms upward along her naked legs and feel high up between her thighs at her nylon-clad pussy.
To Freda's shocked amazement, she found that this sensual business going on in the bedroom, caused familiar electric tremors to start high up between her own trembling thighs. She tried pressing her thighs together in an attempt to discourage the feeling, but she should have known better. It simply increased the pressure on her overly sensitive cuntal lips, sending sharp jolts of pleasure up into her belly.
In the bedroom, Eaton had removed Lucille's pink-lace brassiere and Adam had pulled down her panties, so that now she was standing totally naked between the two older men. Eaton, too, had let his yellow bathrobe slip from his body so that he was equally as naked as the girl.
In spite of all that was going on in the bedroom, Freda's gaze was riveted on Eaton's cock, standing out impudently stiff and straight from the thatch of curly hair that covered his loins. It made her think of Dudley's penis, maybe because of the way the purple-red glans peeked out almost coyly from the wrinkled foreskin, or because of the way it bobbed up and down as if beckoning to her.
Eaton now had his middle finger thrust lewdly into a grimacing Lucille's tiny anus, greasing it with something he scooped from a jar on the night table beside the bed. From the girl's submissiveness, it was evidently something she had gotten used to. Then he applied some of the stuff to his stiff, upstanding penis and moved up close to Lucille's milk-white ass-cheeks. Slowly but surely, his murderous cock disappeared into the crease between her trembling buttocks.
Still held from behind by Eaton, the young teenage girl was made to bend forward at the waist until her head was directly above Adam's loins as he sat on the side of the bed. Eaton's friend lost no time in ripping open his shorts, his cock jumping out like a coiled spring. It was as brutal looking as the man himself - short, fat and clubby with a network of thick blue veins running through its length from his hairy scrotum to the blunt wet bulbous head.
As Eaton continued to pull and massage Lucille's dangling, taut-nippled breasts from behind, and Adam obscenely fingered her naked pussy, Lucille was made to oval her lips and fit them down over the knob of Adam's thick, blood-engorged cock. As many times as she had done it during the past weeks, she still didn't like the taste of him and his powerful male odor made her head swim. Still she obediently began sucking him, while Eaton kept grudgingly inching his prod deeper and deeper into her by now well-stretched anus.
With Lucille squirming more and more with each new thrust Eaton made into her skewered ass-cheeks, Freda, still watching from outside the window, found it impossible to keep herself divorced from what was happening inside. Without conscious thought, her hands stirred at her sides and traveled slowly upward to grasp her firm, excited breasts through her clothing. A little shiver of sensual delight ran through her vibrant body as her knowing fingers pressed into the soft resilient mounds and tweaked her tingling nipples into pebble-hard erection, her eyes all the while glued to the profane scene inside the bedroom.
"Oooohhh," she could see Lucille groan, as her tormentors tried something new.
Adam had now moved to the center of the mattress and as Lucille straddled his middle, he fitted his lust-thickened cock up into the narrow pink slit between her girlish legs. Without breaking contact, Eaton was on the bed right behind her, his massive penis still locked tight in her widesplit anus. He waited only until his friend was properly adjusted to shove his cock right up to the hilt in the girl's rectum. Then with her frail, white, little girl body sandwiched lewdly between the two hulking men began fucking her simultaneously. They moved slowly at first with long, deep, penetrating thrusts. Then as her twin holes relaxed and began to moisten with her helpless secretions and theirs, they drove faster and faster, establishing a rhythm all three could follow.
Even through the window and at a distance she was away from the bed, Freda could see Lucille writhing between them, see her moaning and shuddering in the throes of ecstasy as, in spite of her abhorrence, one small orgasm dovetailed into another in the girl's dually filled belly as the two men entered into a competition to see which of them could hold back the longest.
Maybe it was Freda's long abstinence from sex, together with the sensations she knew Lucille must be experiencing. But she moved one hand down from her straining breasts and let it slide, as if on its own, up beneath her skirt, along the satiny flesh of her inner thighs. She muffled a gasp as her thumbnail scraped over her panty-clad clitoris, and then, slowly, deliberately, she continued to run her pointed fingernails, back and forth over the thin band of nylon that covered her aching pussy, tensing and mewling softly each time she touched the tiny, erect core of her womanhood. When finally it got too much for her, she brazenly worked the tip of her outstretched middle finger beneath the elastic legband of her passion-drenched panties, burying it deep between her throbbing wet vaginal lips. Writhing with the soft stroking of her lust-quenching finger, she was unable to control the loud moan that escaped her lips. She froze for a long moment, fearful that those in the room might have heard her and known she was watching them. But they were far too absorbed in their own bestial depravities to notice.
Unable to hold back her emotions any longer, Freda spread her legs as wide apart as she could on the box where she was standing. Then with her whole back arching, she shoved her middle finger far up into her hungering cunt, flooded now with the wet flow of pleasure that her own seductive touch had induced. Again she was forced to freeze for a moment, this time completely paralyzed by the rapturous sensations of complete sexual arousal that overcame her. Then she began rotating her finger inside her clutching vaginal orifice in small circles, causing the narrow passage to expand until she could fit a second and then a third finger up inside.
On the bed inside, the sounds of Lucille's passion had assumed a regular rhythm as the girl began a chanting moan in response to the steady humping of the two men between whom she was still helplessly wedged. Picking up the sound of the girl's impassioned gasps, Freda began ramming her fingers in and out of her wetly sucking cunt, while her free hand pulled almost cruelly at her aching nipples. She was ashamed of what she was doing to herself. But it was impossible for her to stop, her hands having taken over control of her will.
Then Lucille's choking cries began reaching a crescendo of wild abandon that could mean only one thing - her skimming orgasms were over and she was building toward the really big one. Which meant, too, that it was time for the two men to let go.
"Oooooohhhhh, my God!" The girl's wild, delirious cry came screeching through the closed window and then trailed off into a strangled scream. Even to Freda's passion-clogged senses, it was possible to discern the wild crashing of the bedsprings and the obscene outbursts of the two men as they emptied their lewd male sperm deep into Lucille's little-girl belly and rectum.
This was the moment that Freda unconsciously had been waiting for. Thrusting her three fingers as far up inside her cunt as they would go, she fought to puncture the illusory bubble of her passion and climax together with the three inside the house. And then the first incredible shock of her orgasm hit her with savage force. She sucked in her stomach muscles like a diver making her first plunge, her whole body stiffening and arching backward. She bit down sharply on her lower lip to stifle any sound she might make as she threw back her head and continued to thrust her three fingers, like a thick hard cock, in and out of her wildly contracting cunt. Completely out of control now, Freda closed her eyes and let her feet slip off the box so that she could spread her legs still farther apart to welcome the hand, that she now considered belonged to some phantom lover. She could feel the hot flood of her orgasmic secretions drenching her hand and her panties and smearing down the smooth skin at the inside of her quivering thighs.
She had no idea how long it went on, but when she opened her eyes and gazed about, she did not at once recognize her surroundings. But then as everything became clear, she drowned and shook her head, thoroughly ashamed of what she had done, wishing she had someone to blame for her masturbation.
She climbed back up onto the box and looked through the window. The two men had disengaged themselves from Lucille and gotten off the bed, their penises spent and hanging down like tassels between their legs. But Lucille still lay on the bed, curled up like a fetus, hands covering her face, not even bothering to pull a sheet up over her nakedly quivering body.
Now that her own passion had been appeased at least for the present, a great many thoughts began tumbling around inside Freda's head. Strange, mixed-up, contradicting thoughts. Oddly enough, it did not bother her too much that the two men had had sex with one of her students. Maybe because it so closely paralleled her own experiences with young boys, or maybe because she felt that Lucille had, more or less, encouraged it by her frequent voluntary visits with Eaton.
Actually it was the sight of Lucille lying there on the bed so pathetically, her lush young body racked with sobs, together with bestial, abnormal way they had used her for their sex sandwich, that waved a red flag in Freda's brain, made her want to help the teenager, get her out of there before Eaton and Adam went at her again. Without further thought, or delay, Freda hurried around the side of the house to the front door and stabbed the bell.
There was a brief pause then the door opened and Eaton stood before her in his yellow silk robe. His face wreathed with astonishment and he let out a little gasp. "Miss Yale! You're - you're the very last person in the world I ever expected to see on my front doorstep!"
"I can believe that," Freda retorted icily.
He frowned. "Whatever are you doing here?"
"I came for Lucille," Freda told him bluntly. "I want to take her home."
He smiled weakly and tried a bluff. "Lucille? I'm afraid you - you're mistaken. There's no one named Lucille here."
Freda's eyes narrowed. "Don't lie to me, Mr. Eaton. I know she's here. I saw what you and your friend just did to her."
Eaton went back on his heels, his face drained of color. "You - you what?"
"I watched you through the bedroom window," Freda retorted severely. "Now you trot her out here and fast!"
He still attempted to deny it. "You - you must have been imagining things, Miss Yale."
Without another word and before he could stop her, Freda charged past him into the house and through the rooms to the bedroom. Lucille was sitting up in bed, the topsheet now clutched up under her chin, hiding her nakedness. Adam, off to one side of the room, froze in the act of putting one leg into his trousers to stare blankly at Freda.
"Who the hell is she?" he wanted to know.
"Miss Yale," Eaton informed him, having followed Freda through the house to now stand filling the doorway to the bedroom. "She's one of the teachers at school."
Adam's mouth dropped open and his eyes popped. "Holy Christ!"
Freda said to Lucille. "Get your clothes on. I'm taking you home."
With just a nod of her head, Lucille slid off the bed and began dressing.
Sweating profusely, Eaton still standing in the doorway, tried to gloss it over. "This isn't anything like it looks. I mean - we didn't force Lucille to come here. She came and did what you say you saw of her own volition."
Freda turned on him with a withering glare. Suddenly she was the big protector - a role that was very definitely unfamiliar to her. "Maybe you aren't as well-versed in the law, as you should be, Mr. Eaton. But for information, committing lewd acts with children in this state, even with their consent, will get you ten years. Then there are other rather stiff penalties for sodomy, statutory rape and oral copulation."
By this time, Adam had gotten into his trousers and shirt. "I'm gettin' the fuck outta here," he blurted out, brushing Eaton out of the doorway, hurried through the house and out the front door.
Lucille had lost no time getting into her clothes and was now ready to go.
Eaton was chalk-faced and shaking with fear. He looked at Freda almost piteously and asked fretfully, "What - what are you going to do?"
Freda met his gaze unblinkingly. "I don't know yet."
"Are - are you going to the police? The school authorities?"
"It all depends on how you treat Lucille, whether or not you and your friend ever molest her again," was Freda's curt reply.
"Oh, we won't!" he assured her. "I give you my solemn word."
Freda made no further comment. Figuratively, she had him right by the balls, could have made him grovel before them, but she had no such intention. In spite of what he had done, in a way she could not help but feel compassion for him. After all, she knew exactly how he felt - the same way that she felt that day she stood in the principal's office back in Bedrock and heard herself called all the vile and degrading names that one person could call another.
She simply took hold of Lucille's arm and steered the girl out of the bedroom, leaving Eaton standing there, looking after them, feeling as low and miserable as a man possible could sink. Afraid, too, about his future. Because one word from Freda Yale and everything he had worked for all his life could be wiped out.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was almost two weeks after Freda's "rescue" of Lucille from Claude Eaton and his friend. As far as Freda knew, the girl's visits to her teacher-lover had ended and Lucille was very happy with her new boyfriend. Eaton had avoided Freda like a plague, ducking her in the corridors and giving her a wide berth in the schoolyard.
Meanwhile, with her remarkable ability to discharge unpleasantries from her mind when it served her purpose, Freda thought no more about the disagreeable experience at Eaton's house, which made it easier for her to continue her quest for a new lover of her own. Finally she made her choice. A fourteen year old named Gilbert, small and frail for his age, whom she could handle with ease and completely dominate in bed.
Her experience with Charlie, the school janitor at Bedrock, had taught her the danger of seducing her quarry at school. So she invited Gilbert to her apartment early one evening, under the usual guise of helping him with his schoolwork. And for his first visit, she went to great lengths to look as seductive as possible. With just a hint of makeup and her long dark frosted hair hanging loosely below her shoulders, she wore a delicate blue nylon minidress that was really a fashionable nightie, but which served her purpose admirably as a sexy-looking tunic. Sans brassiere and with a V-neckline that showed plenty of cleavage, the top fell in a soft, fluid drape from shoulders to elasticized waist. The flare skirt was just long enough to cover the abbreviated matching panties she wore underneath and at the same time show plenty of leg.
When she appeared in the doorway in answer to Gilbert's ring, his reaction was as she expected. After managing to find his voice, he apologized for coming to the wrong apartment, but she convinced him that she was really Miss Yale, and ushered him into the living room. What followed, happened pretty much the way it had with Dudley and the boys who'd preceded him.
They finally ended up in the bedroom, where Freda peeled off her top and gave Gilbert his first glimpse of the exciting upper part of a woman's naked body. Then she had him remove his slacks and underpants and lie on the bed. She began playing with his stiff, little-boy penis. She was just starting to take off her panties so she could fit his slender, throbbing member into the maddeningly tingling opening between her legs - when the doorbell rang with shattering rudeness!
At first, she decided to ignore the bell and complete the job she had started with her newfound young lover. But the doorbell kept ringing insistently and Freda knew that neither she nor Gilbert could get very much pleasure out of each other with the jangling sound disturbing them. So she got off the bed, pulled up her panties, put on her top and making sure that her hair was in place, she hurried out of the bedroom.
She unlocked and opened the door and all her breath hissed out of her at the sight of Claude Eaton standing before her in the corridor! He took one look at her all-revealing costume and smiled with pleasant surprise.
"I never would have believed it!" he declared, his steely eyes frankly admiring her loosely-contained breasts. "I never would have believed it in ten thousand years!"
Caught completely off guard for the moment, Freda looked at him dazedly. "What - what are you doing here?"
"I'd like to talk to you. May I come in?"
She hesitated as she inched modestly behind the door. "I'm not dressed," she protested weakly, still fighting to regain her poise.
He smiled amusedly. "So I see. But I promise I won't stay long."
Before she could reply, Eaton stepped into the apartment and there was nothing she could do but close the door behind him. Her main objective, of course, was to keep him away from the bedroom door and pray that Gilbert did not make an untimely entrance. Meantime, she fought desperately to steady her jumpy nerves, quiet the terrible nervous fluttering in her stomach.
"What - what did you want to talk to me about?" she managed to ask before he got too far into the living room.
Eaton turned to face her and his slow perusal of her bare legs, her lightly covered breasts and the rest of her luscious anatomy, unnerved Freda to the point where she found herself clutching coyly at her flimsy top. There was something unquestionably evil in the way he was looking at her, yet at the same time fascinating and seductive.
"I think before we do any talking, we ought to get rid of your young guest," he said dryly. "I hardly think what I have to say is suited to his tender ears."
Freda swallowed, her throat suddenly feeling sandpaper dry, her heart hammering. "I - I don't know what you're talking about."
Eaton smiled mockingly and took a few short steps toward the bedroom door and called out, "Gilbert, you'd better come out now."
It took the boy only long enough to get on his pants, then he appeared in the doorway, looking sheepish and guilty.
"Gilbert," the male schoolteacher told him sternly, "I think it would be a very good idea if you ran along home. I think also that it would be very wise if we all forgot you had even been here. It just might save you from an awful lot of trouble." He glanced at Freda, wisely. "Don't you agree, Miss Yale?"
Freda was too stunned by the sudden turn in events to even answer. But by her silence it was obvious that she agreed.
"Okay, Gilbert, make yourself scarce," Eaton snapped at him.
He needed no further prodding. Without even a goodbye or a side glance at Freda, he made a mad dash for the door and was gone.
Freda shook off her paralysis. "Gilbert being here - isn't anything like you probably think."
Eaton smiled smoothly and again scanned her liberal display of flesh. "That was my line, Miss Yale, don't you remember?" He turned, walked to the sofa and sat down, then he said, "First of all, I must compliment you on that remarkable performance you gave at my house a couple of weeks ago. All so noble and pure and protective."
"I - I don't know what you're talking about," she pretended.
"Oh, I think you do, Freda." He paused. "I hope you don't mind if I call you Freda? I think it's so much more appropriate, since you and I are going to be - shall we say - very close friends?"
Freda eyed him icily. "I wish you'd get around to the point in your coming here," she said firmly.
He apprised her a moment longer, then he chuckled. An amusing chuckle that chided her and further added to her uneasiness. "Very well, Freda. As I said that performance you gave at my house was very convincing. But at the same time it left me puzzled. I mean, you had me over a barrel. You could have crucified me, had me brought up on charges, stripped of my teaching credentials, maybe even sent to prison, as you said. I just couldn't get it through my head what would stop a woman like you from throwing the book at me. A woman who from all appearances was the epitome of respectability, self-righteousness, guardian of adolescent morals. So being of a curious nature, I decided to play detective." He laughed boisterously, derisively. "And did I ever come up with the surprise of my life!"
Freda's face turned crimson. She could feel her stomach sinking, her knees threatening to buckle under her. Still she managed to keep up a bold front. "What - what exactly did you find out?"
He leaned forward to meet her gaze, intently. "I found out all about what happened with you and a kid named Dudley back in a place called Bedrock, Freda darling. Learned why you got canned back there ... to say nothing of all the other schools that asked for your resignation because of - shall we say - your affection for your young male students?"
Freda drew in a deep breath that seemed to steady her a little emotionally, even if it did nothing to quiet the turbulence going on inside her belly and brain. "What - what exactly do you intend doing with this information?" she asked sort of hopelessly.
He smiled with a sudden charm that could win over a devil. "I have several things in mind," he murmured flatly as he appraised her once more from head to foot. "Plus a few ideas that have been born since I found out how very lovely you are. For a starter, I'd suggest that you step over here to the sofa."
It took Freda only a matter of seconds to reach a decision. He had tangible proof on her - the records back at Bedrock Elementary School, plus all the other places where she had taught at and been asked to resign. While she had no real evidence on him. With Lucille afraid that she might lose her new boyfriend, she was sure that even the girl would not back up her story. So with no other alternative, Freda did as she said. She moved toward the sofa until she was standing directly before him.
Eaton was not a man to waste time. He ran his hands up the outside of her bare thighs, under her top and over her panties. "I knew damn well I'd made a strike," he whispered as he hooked his fingers into the stretch waistband of her thin blue panties and started to drag them down. "But I never figured on anything like this. I mean the way you look under those horrible mid-century clothes you wear."
When her panties were down around her knees, he lifted the skirt of her tunic so he could admire her flat, bare tummy and the triangle of luxuriant black hair that covered the rise of her pussy.
Legs clenched together, body stiff, Freda told him with great indignation, "I don't like grown men to touch me, make love to me."
His smile broadened. "And I don't like making love to mature women. But you know something, Freda my dear? I just have a sneaky hunch that contradictory to all the rules of science, this is going to be one time when two negatives make a positive. Take off your top!"
Freda hesitated a moment then reluctantly pulled the skimpy blue tunic off over her head. She heard her co-worker's gasp as his eyes paid her totally naked form due homage.
He called attention to the swelling at his crotch. "Y'know something, Freda, you should feel mighty proud - that's the first erection I've had for a grown woman in I can't remember when." He touched her breasts and then the soft hot flesh between her legs, making her jump at first, then causing a slow and suffusing pleasure to bum through her naked body. "Now get down here on the sofa."
When she did not move quickly enough, he grabbed her and pulled her down onto the couch beside him. For long luxurious moments, he licked and kissed her breasts and fingered her pussy with an accomplished artistry that soon had her shivering and panting. Finally he stood up, his cock throbbing wildly beneath his trousers.
"You got any Vaseline or cold cream?" he asked her.
She told him he could find both in the bathroom. He hurried away and came back almost at once with a jar of cold cream. He placed the jar on the cocktail table in front of the sofa.
"Now turn over, face down," he told her.
He had worked her up to such a pitch with his mouth and fingers that she was in no mood to argue, where she was hot enough to want him, man or not, the way Charlie used to do. In fact, thinking of Charlie made her remember that she used to like it better when the school janitor fucked her from the rear, dog-style. So without argument, she rolled over on her belly.
It took Eaton no time at all to get his clothes off. The next thing she felt was his hands on her buttocks, roving their velvety smooth surface, inspecting the temptingly deep crevice between them, fingering her supersensitive anus. Then his fingers were pressing inside - first one, and then two - stretching and filling her nether entrance with cold cream.
Her body broke out in a sudden, cold sweat. She had thought Eaton was going to do it the way Charlie had, enter her vagina from behind. She had even felt a little kindly toward him for his consideration, to first grease her pussy before entering her. But now to her dread horror she realized he was going to plug her ass. If only she had used her head, she would have remembered - that was the way he did Lucille.
"Please no," Freda begged him, frantically. "Not that way."
She made an attempt to get up, but with a hand between her shoulder blades, he forced her to stay put.
"You ever had it this way?" he wanted to know as he took his fingers out of her rectum so he could grease his cock.
She shook her head, fearfully.
"Then how do you know you're not going to like it?" he put to her. "Some women - even some young kids like Lucille - prefer it this way. Maybe you will, too?"
She knew it was useless to argue. "Why this way?" she wanted to know, as she felt him spread her legs wider apart and knee up between them.
"Maybe I just like it this way," he said. "Nice and tight."
"Why teenage girls then?" Freda asked. Anything to prolong him from sodomizing her.
"They're not too demanding," he replied. "Don't make a man feel incompetent. Which is why I figure you're going to do just fine. After all those young kids you've been fucking, you can't be too big anywhere."
As he spoke he began fitting his blood-swollen glans to the puckered little circle of her anus, giving it a final juicy swipe before slowly pressing into her.
"Arghh! Oh God, no! Stop!" Freda gasped, lurching forward in a vain attempt to escape the pain. But experienced sodomist that he was, Claude Eaton maintained the murderous pressure. She yowled and sobbed and shook her buttocks, trying to dislodge him. But it only added to his excitement and made him push into her more determinedly.
It hurt much more than when Uncle Matt deflowered her, or when Charlie fucked her in the cunt the first time. Her anus was just too damned small to accept a cock as big as her fellow-teacher's. But Eaton had no intention of stopping. With sudden, surprising abruptness, her anal sphincter yielded and slowly, grudgingly, his searing rod of flesh squeezed in through the strangling strait. Gradually, her tortured anus expanded until his entire rock-hard length was filling her wide-stretched nether passage to the hilt, and he paused a moment to catch his breath after the exertion of berthing himself in her excruciatingly tight rectum. Then slowly he began fucking her.
After a moment of panic during which she thought surely she would black out, Freda began to relax and made up her mind that since it was inevitable, she may as well try to get some pleasure out of it this way. She could feel his blood-heavy cock throb wetly inside her as he began a slow in and out stroking, each new stroke loosening her and dulling the pain for both of them.
Reaching under her, he grasped her dangling breasts in one hand, the fingers of the other hand between her legs, skillfully honing her clit as his blood-filled cock continued its sliding motion in and out of her ravaged anus, bringing grunts of increasing excitement from Eaton's contorted lips. For Freda, it sent weird sensations traveling along her spine and goosebumps covering her body, glistening wet now with his perspiration and her own. Without being fully aware of it, she began moving with him, her legs scissoring open and closed, gently squeezing his cum-filled balls between them.
"Well, is it so bad?" he whispered as he planted a wet kiss on her ear.
"It's getting better," she had to admit. Then in tribute to his fingers lewdly caressing her clitoris, she moaned, "Oooh, I think - I feel like I'm going to cum." With a gasp, she lapsed into instant rapture, as she clutched his cock more tightly with her strangling rectal muscles.
"Oooohh, nice," he crooned. "Keep doing that . . . I'm close."
His fingers moved more swiftly in her cunt, trying to bring her another orgasm, as his lust-driven cock flashed more freely in and out, each new thrust sheer pleasure for him now.
Freda churned and made wild wailing sounds, grinding her cock-pinned buttocks, pushing back at him strongly to meet each thrust of his mighty shaft. She could feel his churning balls slapping tightly against the backs of her thighs. And then a second orgasm sundered her and she yelled, "Ooohhh, God - I'm cumming again! Ohh, pump harder, faster . . . cum with me! Cum!"
Her incoherent babblings of passion, coupled with the demands of her writhing body, helped bring him on. He shot a demolishing charge deep into her wildly gripping rectum, the sensation intensified a hundredfold by the strangling constrictions of her sphincter, the tightness of her spasming nether passage. Freda yelled and gurgled and mewled with each contraction of his spurting cock, grinding her ass against him, degenerately.
"Oooh, more," she sang out when he stopped shooting. "Do it again . . . can you?"
"You liked it so much?" he asked, happily.
"It was beautiful, beautiful," Freda breathed. "Ooohh, any time you want it this way . . . any time at all . . . "
She didn't finish because she knew that he knew what she meant. After all these years, she had finally found what she had been searching for and at that moment, as Claude retained his hard-on and fucked her a second time, she did not think she would ever want it any other way ever again.
* * *
Freda and Claude finished out the school term in Bustle, honoring their contracts with the high school. Then with the approach of another summer, Eaton told her of a proposition he had been offered to run a small, private, co-ed junior high school in the Catskills. But there had been one requirement with which he had not been ably to comply. Whoever took the job had to be married. Because of the teenage boys and girls who comprised the student body, it was deemed more advisable that a husband-and-wife team operate the school.
Freda, of course, recognized it as the opportunity of a lifetime. So after very little persuasion, Freda became Mrs. Claude Eaton. Then following a passionate honeymoon that left Freda with a rather sore bottom and Eaton with a tired, overworked cock, they took up their duties at the little private school in the Catskills.
Freda had been right for one time in her life. It was the perfect setup, offering both of them a veritable smorgasbord of boys for her, girls for him. But, of course, there were times when they were alone - especially on weekends and holidays and during the long summer vacations, that they remembered they were married. Which meant that everything proved to be very satisfactory for both of them in the end.
