It is no news to any of us that certain types of political machinery in our country is oiled by graft and corruption. Finances and favors are cynically traded for political influence and, as a result of this, the governmental power is largely in the hands of those few who can afford to purchase it. It is the rarest of political aspirants who chooses to follow his ideals for the good of the public at large, rather than utilize his period of power to line his pockets with bribes and develop contacts beneficial only to himself. When such a person enters the political arena, the result is almost always a tragically one-sided battle, for in our nation as in most countries of the world ideals seldom carry the weight of money and influence.
In our newest publication, Teacher Does It, author Allan Mahr fearlessly tells the chilling story of Cal Kan, a high school principal who tries to break into politics and still preserve his personal values. This boldly narrated tale relates in unsparing detail the shocking consequences of this man's idealism on his motherless son and the lovely English teacher he hoped to marry. Set in a small New England town, Teacher Does It relates how Cal Kan's search for campaign funds brings him into contact with Pat Come, a bored, wealthy woman who is perfectly willing to exchange a fat check for certain "personal" favors. Engaged to be married, Cal's soul-searching goes on until his fiance, Dot Owens, assumes that he has been unfaithful to her. Her violently jealous response brings Cal's innocent teenaged son, Rod, into the ugly circle of greed and lust. An outsider, a juvenile delinquent Rod has befriended out of compassion, brings the turmoil to a head by instigating a crowd of youngsters to take revenge on Harriet for a schoolyard slight. The lives of the helpless woman and the impressionable young boy teeter on the edge of complete moral ruination, while Cal Kan unknowingly continues to barter with his would-be benefactress. The final outcome of this tragedy of errors must be read to be believed; it is a dramatic confrontation that has no parallel in modern literature.
We, the publishers, are proud and honored to have this classic among our list of titles, and we urgently commend this work to all mature readers who would like to gain an insight into a political system and the people who bend it to fit their own personal needs. We can no longer afford to be sentimental in our view of governmental workings, and it is only through realistic novels such as this, that our eyes can be opened as to what is amiss in some segments of our political structure. Then, hopefully, we will develop the judgment to put the power back in the hands of the people, where it belongs.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
"Well, sweetheart, what do you think? Shall we make it June or July?" Cal Kan inquired with a loving smile at the beautiful blonde woman who sat across the table from him in the tiny candlelit restaurant. "I realize that you don't get married every day, but you're going to have to make up your mind pretty soon."
Despite the fact that she was thirty-six years old and usually sedate, Dot Owens giggled into her hand in excited girlish delight. Then blushing a becoming pink, she peered anxiously between her fingertips to see if any of the other diners sitting at the surrounding tables had noticed her gay outburst. When she saw that no one had looked up, she returned her blue-eyed gaze to Cal's face and, dropping her hand to her lap, whispered with playful sternness, "Shhhh, darling, don't let anyone hear you. I want to announce it properly, with a picture of us in the newspaper... and maybe with Rod in it, too. Do you think he'd like to be included in his father's engagement announcement?"
"Of course, he'd love that," the handsome dark-haired man nodded quickly, his brown eyes softening automatically at the mention of his teenaged son. "He's been after me to get him a mother ever since he was old enough to know he didn't have one like the other kids. In that way I guess he was lucky that Nora died in childbirth. It was painless...for him anyway."
At the sound of Nora Kan's name, Dot glanced away, a troubled expression suddenly clouding her strikingly beautiful face. It pained her to see the traces of old heartbreak that still lingered in Cal's expression, even fourteen years after his wife's death. Though she knew that it was ridiculous to feel any jealousy toward a dead woman, the well-dressed blonde could not help but feel a tiny pang of dread whenever Cal spoke of Nora. To be honest, she knew it was not Rod's long-dead mother she feared so much; it was the mere thought of another woman, any woman, disturbing her and Cal's happiness together...the way a strange woman had shattered Dot's own youthful marriage so many years ago. The shapely divorcee had waited so long to find true happiness with a man again that just the idea of anything happening to ruin her plans to marry Cal, the principal of the high school where she taught English classes, was almost more than she could stand to think about.
"Penny for your thoughts, angel?" Cal asked softly, interrupting her meloncholy reverie.
"Oh, darling, I'd sell them off even cheaper than that if I thought I could ever get rid of them," Dot admitted ruefully as she reached across the checkered tablecloth to cover Cal's hand warmly with her own. Her thick-lashed azure eyes flickered downward for a moment as she searched her thoughts for the right words to express her feelings, and then she smiled uncertainly back at him.
"I just can't forget what happened to my marriage to Ray," she explained slowly. "Sometimes I wonder if some other woman could ever take you away from me. I don't think I could go on living if you fell in love with someone else after we got married."
"Dot, I'm already in love with you," Oil said flatly, a hint of exasperation in his deep voice. "And, as I've told you before, you and your Ray were both idiots to get married when you were only teenagers. Don't forget, he didn't last more than a year with Ruth or whatever her name was. He was just too young to know his own mind...or he never would have given up a dream like you," Cal concluded, squeezing her hand lovingly.
"Elaine. The girl's name was Elaine," the shapely blonde teacher glumly corrected him. "And, of course, you're right about our ages. Anyway, it all worked out for the best. If I hadn't gotten the divorce, I never would have finished college, or met you, love."
"So what's your big problem then, beautiful," the rugged-looking high school principal demanded with a wide grin. His gleaming eyes lowered momentarily to appreciatively survey the full thrusting curves of her large breasts beneath the white wool sweater she was wearing, and when he looked up again, there was a hint of mischief showing in the curve of his smile.
"Besides, no matter what you say about how lonely you've been all these years, I can hardly believe you've been sitting home with your television set every night. With a face and a body like yours, I bet you have broken hearts scattered all over Vermont and New Hampshire."
"Well, if I have, it was only because I was waiting for you, you big tease," she rejoined, despite the rosy blush of pleased embarrassment that suddenly made her cheeks glow. Then, pushing her chair quickly back from the table, she added, "You've just been awarded a moment of solitude, darling. I'll be back in a few minutes."
With that, she stood up from her chair and walked to the ladies' room door in the back of the crowded little restaurant. Dot knew that Cal's admiring gaze was following every movement of her perfectly-sculpted body, and she continued to smile even when she stepped inside the little bathroom and locked the door behind her. It was not until she was certain that she was alone and out of sight of everyone else that the happy smile faded from her lips, and she heaved a soft sigh of relief. A plate mirror filled the entire back wall of the restroom, and she stared at her reflection there, moodily shaking her head as a worried frown creased her smooth brow. The after-dinner conversation with Cal had suddenly taken an uncomfortable turn, and she knew that she had left the dinner table to avoid what he would say next. There was only one point of disagreement between them, and because of it, she was beginning to dread every compliment he bestowed upon her face and figure, knowing exactly what it would lead to...the same old question...if they were truly going to get married in just a few months, why wouldn't she let him make love to her?
Dot had been quietly dating the handsome, forty-year-old man for almost six months now, and she could always detect the impatience in his voice as he asked the unnerving question. It was cropping up in their conversations more and more frequently now, and the lovely blonde divorcee knew that her vague, evasive answers were not satisfying the mature, hot-blooded man with whom she had fallen in love. Still, she knew she would never be able to explain the harrowing truth to him, and even if she tried...well, he would only laugh at her the way he did whenever she voiced the secret doubts and fears that weighed on her mind.
Certainly it was not that she was sexually frigid, Dot thought dryly, as she pulled a brush out of her tan leather bag and began to stroke the blonde halo of curls that framed her deceptively youthful face. Though she didn't like to think about it anymore, she had enjoyed a full and active sex life with Ray, while it had lasted; and even now, eighteen years after her young husband had deserted her for another woman, Dot still awakened some mornings, drowsily reaching out for the masculine warmth that was never there. In fact, it had been a grim struggle through the years of learning to live with her sensually ripe body's unsatisfied passions, refusing the offers of countless men who had tried to take advantage of her loneliness. But she had done it. She had made herself be satisfied with no more than the consolation of her own stroking fingers inside her love-starved vagina on the nights when her frustration was just too much to bear any longer. She had cold-bloodedly forced herself to live this way all because of the last words Ray had said to her before he left her for that other girl.
Dot could still recall the shocking scene that occurred in the modest little apartment she and Ray had rented here in Wilton, Vermont, so many years ago. They had been married only six months, but she had already suspected that something was going seriously wrong between them. Though he had said he loved her, her young husband had stopped kissing or touching her, or even looking at her with very much interest. At the time she had been too young to think that it was anything but that he was working too hard at his job, so she tried harder and harder to look pretty for him, wearing make-up she hadn't really needed and buying underclothing and negligees that revealed her alluring young body so blatantly it made her blush now to think of it.
It was humiliating to remember how she had bathed that very afternoon and changed into a new black nightgown of sheer nylon and lace, hoping to surprise him when he came home. It had been the most daring thing she had ever worn, almost transparent, to show off her voluptuous blonde beauty to the fullest, because she had been determined to shake him out of his strange lethargy. She had been standing in front of the bedroom mirror thinking of what a wonderful time she and Ray would have later on, when she had heard the car drive up outside. And then...her whole world had fallen apart.
Now, as she mentally reconstructed that heartbreaking chain of events, Dot felt a familiar tightness in her throat, and she blinked back the hot tears that had suddenly threatened to overflow from her bright blue eyes. As she looked back, she could see how foolish she had been, racing eagerly to the front door to greet him, only to find him standing outside, holding the hand of a slender dark-haired girl Dot had never seen before. She had stood speechless in the doorway, staring first into his defiant eyes, then at the other girl's sweetly mocking smile. Finally Ray had brushed past Dot, bringing his companion into their living room to announce that he had decided to leave his own wife and live with that strange girl in some other town.
The pretty stunned blonde had barely been able to utter the one question on her mind. "But why?"
"You really don't know? Then, go look at yourself in the mirror and you'll see what I'm running away from," he had snarled uncaringly. "I want a wife, not a slut who doesn't think about anything but hopping into bed with me! You were a virgin six months ago, and now look at you! I don't know what happened to you, Dot. At least Elaine and I can talk together...
Too hurt and confused to listen to anymore of her young husband's ugly words, Dot had fled to the bathroom where she had sobbed quietly as she heard Ray and his girlfriend packing up his clothing. All she had been able to think was that he used to be able to talk to her, too, and that she had only been trying to please him...but nothing eased the mortifying guilt and shame that wracked her entire being.
For weeks after that, the stricken girl had felt as though she were moving in a nightmare. After agreeing to a quick divorce, she had enrolled in a nearby college, hoping to somehow forget her heartbreak in the world of books and examinations. But though the pain had gradually eased as she threw herself into her studies, Ray's words were burned forever into the shapely girl's mind. Her self-confidence had been shattered and she had lived without romance or companionship, desperately proving to herself, over and over again, that she was not a slut, but a respectable woman who had more to offer the world than a gorgeous face and body.
Now, nearly two decades later, Dot stood in the ladies' rest room of her and Cal's favorite Italian restaurant and firmly told herself that it was about time she forgot all that. She could see by her reflection in the mirror that she was, if it were possible, even more lovely than in her younger days, her classically beautiful face sweetly mature and her body as firm and enticing as ever. Surely, Cal was more of a man than Ray had been, she mused seriously, and her handsome dark-haired fianc' had been so very patient with her silly fears. Deep in her heart, she knew that he would only love her all the more if she allowed him to make love to her and, with the way she felt, her body tingling all over when he even looked at her with those smoldering dark eyes of his, it would be so easy to just give in...
But even as she allowed herself to drift toward surrender to her own long-ignored sexual desires, Harriet's mind was filled with the faint, nagging remembrance of Ray's sneering voice... "A slut who doesn't think about anything but getting into bed...I want a wife, not a slut... " Could Cal possibly feel the same way? she suddenly wondered in returning fear. Would he as well, stop loving her, once he knew the truth about her fiery inner nature?
She loved him too much to risk it, the lovely blonde woman decided firmly, as she quickly applied a bit of pale pink lipstick to her gently curving lips. Once they were married, they would be able to work it out somehow, she thought, as she replaced the lipstick tube and hairbrush in her handbag and snapped it shut. But for now and until her wedding day, she would simply have to control herself, no matter how difficult it might be.
Back at their table a moment later, Cal's eyes lit up as he saw the restroom door open and his lovely fianc'e step out into the dining room. Her beauty dazzled him, as it had since the very first day he had come from another county to take the principal's position at Wilton High School. Now he wondered why he had waited so long, almost a year and a half, before asking her out to dinner after school. Perhaps it had been only that he had hardly been able to believe that she did not already have more men around than she could handle. But he had learned and quickly, that men were the last thing on Dot's mind. It had taken him almost two months before he could coax a kiss from that beautiful mouth of hers. And since then, he had coaxed precious little more physical affection from her stunningly built body.
Not that it was so important, he reasoned quickly, as his dark eyes drank in the intoxicating spectacle of her flaring hips undulating gracefully as she strode toward him across the dining room. He certainly loved her more than enough to wait until she was ready to give him more than a few stolen kisses, but it was just damned unnerving when he was almost certain that she wanted sex as much as he did. There was no mistaking the way she cuddled so warmly against him, her slender waist fitting so perfectly into the crook of his arm and her high proud breasts pressing passionately against his chest whenever he could entice her into a quick embrace. There was obviously something holding her back from giving in to her natural feminine passions, and Cal had no doubt that it had something to do with that idiot boy she married when she was only a youngster. It was a damned shame, he mused wistfully, but he could wait until they got married this summer, if it was all that important to her.
"Sorry I took so long, darling, but I got to thinking and forgot the time," Dot apologized sweetly as she arrived at their table and sat down again.
"Oh God, not thinking again," Cal groaned in mock despair as he noticed the excited smile that was lighting her features. "Come on, out with it. What kind of idea is whizzing around in that pretty little head of yours now?"
While she was gone, the waiter had brought their expression to the table, and Dot stirred a lump of sugar into the steaming brew before answering. "Well, if you really want to know, I was wondering why we don't just get married right away. That way we could be together and I could help you on your campaign..." Her voice faded and her expectant smile fell away as she saw Cal suddenly stiffen and glance anxiously around at the other people in the restaurant.
"Sweetheart, for God's sake, keep your voice down," he chided her in a sharp whisper. "My campaign is a secret, and we've got to keep it that way until we see whether I have any support or not. If the school board had even a hint that I was thinking of running for the state legislature, I'd be out of a job before I knew what had happened to me!"
Dot nodded contritely, then leaned forward to whisper excitedly, "But what do you think about my idea? We could drive to Burlington over the weekend, if we wanted to keep it a secret, and then announce it when we got back. I don't care about a honeymoon," she concluded generously. "We'll have one next year after you're settled in the capital."
Despite the lovely, winning smile she wore and the exuberance of her manner, Cal found himself avoiding her blue-eyed gaze. Though he had explained much of his political hopes to the lovely golden-haired woman he loved, he knew that Dot was completely innocent in the ways of gaining power and influence over important people. Thus he hesitated, thinking hard, before he spoke. "I'm afraid that might not be a good idea right now. People around here know me pretty well," he went on carefully, "and I think I'd better be sure of where my support lies before I make any...well, changes in my personal status."
"That's ridiculous," Dot said, her eyes wide with surprised dismay at his unexpected rebuff of her proposal. "I should think they would be happy for you!"
"Well in most cases, I'm sure you'd be right, angel," Cal said, uncomfortably shifting in his seat as he felt her indignant gaze upon him. "But then, there are those few others who might think it would...would, I don't know, maybe hurt my image politically..."
"Cal, you're not making sense," the gorgeous teacher broke in impatiently, suddenly feeling an unexplainable sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach. "Right now, you're looking for campaign money, not votes. We'll be married anyway before the election, so how could being single matter...? "
The waiter suddenly returned with their liqueur and glasses, and Dot paused discreetly. She watched pensively as the Cointreau was poured into tiny crystal glasses, her thoughts rapidly reviewing Cal's disturbing evasiveness. Why would it matter if their secret affair suddenly became common knowledge, if they got married before he was certain of his backing? Only one answer came to her mind, and it was so terrible that she tried not to accept it without careful consideration. Still, it was so obvious, so horrifying, that it could not be easily avoided. Was there some wealthy woman whose money he needed so badly that he was willing to postpone his own wedding to court her?
Almost unconsciously, she shook her head, emphatically denying, even to herself, that such an ugly, frightening possibility existed. Checking the automatic movement of her head almost as soon as it had begun, she glanced swiftly up at Cal to see if he had noticed her distress. To her relief, she saw that Cal had just finished paying the waiter who was now turning to go and, when her handsome future-husband looked back to her, he raised his glass gaily, as if nothing unusual had occurred.
"To the most beautiful girl in the world," he toasted her with an extravagant wave of his drink, "the future wife of the future President of the United States."
"To our many happy years in the White House," Dot agreed, chuckling merrily in spite of herself at his endless ambition. She lifted her own glass, touching his to make a light tinkling sound, then sipped thoughtfully.
Cal's iron-clad determination to break into public life and the government had always fostered admiration and respect in her eyes. Now, as she felt the warmth of the sweet liqueur beginning to radiate through her body and mix with the red wine she had drunk earlier with dinner, she felt the hard edge of her fears begin to blur, and she made an abrupt decision to trust him. Resigning herself to the idea that she would have to learn to take the bad with the good returns of his new political career, she raised her glass to him again.
"To you," she offered with fervent warmth. "To your success this year and in all our years together."
Cal drank smilingly, at the same time reaching down under the checkered tablecloth to caress Dot's stocking-clad knee with his fingertips. For once, she could not find it in her heart to object to his gentle advance, and when they left the tiny restaurant ten minutes later, bundled and booted against the bitter New England January night, Dot's beautiful face was glowing with happy contentment. It was only five blocks to her house, and they decided to walk, despite the thick layer of snow that had fallen that afternoon and the hopeful looks of the driver in a taxi that was cruising in front of Dominico's Italian Restaurant. They whispered and giggled like teenaged sweethearts as they plodded through the snow, pausing occasionally to watch the chill wind blow up white whirlwinds under the street lamps.
"I know we've got school tomorrow, but why don't you come in for a quick nightcap," Dot suggested as they started up the walk to her little brick house. "You'll need something to warm you up for the walk home."
"Around you, I'm always warmed up," he grinned. He watched the tinge of blood rush to her cheeks, then nodded, "I'll take you up on it anyway."
Hell, she was absolutely stunning, Cal thought to himself, as he watched her fit the key in her front door and push it open. Of all the women he had ever seen, known, or made love to in the years after he had recovered from Nora's death, Dot had to be the most beautiful and desirable. What a stupid bastard her first husband must have been! After finding what most men only dream of, he had given her up and all but admitted that he simply couldn't handle her. Thirty-six? Christ, she looked more like twenty-six, and a beauty queen at that!
"Why don't you sit down, darling, while I get these wet boots off," she was saying as she walked into the house, switching on a table lamp in the living room.
"I'd rather help you," he smiled, as he followed her inside and shut the door. "As a matter-of-fact, maybe I should just take you outside again. You're lovely when your cheeks are flushed with the cold...but then you're lovely anytime."
It seemed to Dot that she would never finish unbuttoning her heavy coat under his approving gaze. For some unexplained reason, she suddenly felt quite uncomfortable with him and yet strangely excited. When she finally managed to unfasten the bulky garment, she shrugged out of it and tossed it on a hook beside the door, laughing to cover her unexpected nervousness.
"You're such a charmer, I don't know how I've resisted you for so long," she heard herself say surprised at her own reckless candor. "I see I'd better calm you down somehow. How about a little brandy for the nerves?"
"My nerves have always been very good," he shot back good naturedly as he hung his dripping overcoat beside hers on the rack. "I'm not the one who skitters away whenever you get close to me..."
"Sit down, you poor love-starved man," she chuckled "and I'll give you a drink so you can forget your troubles." The voluptuous blonde divorcee turned away then to take a bottle and two glasses from the little cabinet built into her bookcase. As she poured them each a generous shot, she mused on the strange way things were happening this evening... first, Cal's disagreement with her idea about getting married early and now, the strange, almost-electric atmosphere right here in her own living room. Though alcohol almost always went straight to her head, Dot was almost certain that she was not imagining the intense emotion that shone from Cal's eyes tonight; and there was no way to deny the tiny little prickling sensations of excitement that his expression was sparking deep in her flat little stomach.
"There," she said, moving toward where he sat on the couch and handing him a glass. She sat down beside him and said in what she hoped was a normal tone of voice, "You can take off your suit jacket if it's too hot in here for you."
"Oh, I'll manage," he shrugged his eyes dwelling on the fine-lined bone structure of her faintly smiling face. "I thought you were going to take those boots off. Aren't your feet cold?"
Dot shook her blonde head, nervously running the pink tip of her tongue along her curving upper lip. She raised her drink and sipped at it while he did the same, nearly consuming half of his brandy. Somewhere in her mind, the realization was slowly dawning that she and Cal were playing a game, the true seriousness of which could only be measured by the hot flames of desire that were blazing in both their bodies. It was suddenly obvious that they were both watching and waiting for the cue that would allow them to come together, to finally overcome her fear of giving in to her natural passions.
And I want it to happen, the shapely teacher realized suddenly with a start of surprised relief. I want him right now, here on my couch, anywhere! I want him to fuck me! She thought excitedly, almost awed by the new freedom she suddenly felt. Face it, she demanded to herself. She wanted him! How long had it been since a man had touched her intimately? Years...a lifetime, really. God, she had to hold onto her control...couldn't after all this time, risk giving into this wanton desire that was gnawing at her...
He said something, she answered. She said something, he answered. Again and again. She poured them more drinks from the brandy bottle...and again, a third time around . . and then she was on the couch beside him again, but this time his arms were circling her warmly, pulling her closer. She did not resist him and he kissed her, long and hard, probing the warmth of her mouth with his hotly thrusting tongue.
"Dammit, Dot, I can't wait any longer," he gasped harshly when they parted for breath. His golden brown eyes were alight with swirling lust as they raked hungrily over her lushly sensual body, his chest still feeling the exciting warmth of her full hard-nippled breasts flattening against him. His fingers ached to tear off the layers and layers of clothing that were always between them, driving him mad with frustrated desire.
"I know... " she heard herself respond faintly. "I know, but we have to...have to wait."
"Why? Why, for God's sake? Just give me one good reason!"
"We just have to!" she snapped angrily, suddenly worming herself free from his gently restraining arms and rising unsteadily to her feet in front of the couch. "I don't know...maybe for the same reason we can't get married until you get your precious money. How's that one? Don't you think that I want to be with you?"
"Oh, don't be absurd, sweetheart," he protested, echoing her own words of earlier that evening. "What does that have to do with..."
"Well then, why can't we get married now?" she broke in furiously, feeling tears of hurt and anger flooding to her eyes. She tried to blink them back and went on, the many drinks she had downed that evening giving her the courage to voice her private thoughts. "I'm beginning to think that it's only because you want to squire some rich old lady around and don't want to feel guilty when she wants to...wants to...lay you! Well, I want to, too," she blurted out angrily, "but I can't right now. I just can't do it until we really get married."
Cal could barely believe the licentious words that were tumbling from her lips in rage...a rage, he suddenly realized of sheer sexual frustration. A brand new sensation of excitement flooded through him as he finally knew that all his speculations about her had been correct. She was a hot-blooded woman, as eager to experience the joys of his body as he was hers, and finally she was admitting it. He had always been afraid to push her too far, but now he knew there was nothing to be afraid of...her confused frustrations proved that. He rose from the couch and went to her. Smiling gently, he took her into his arms and pressed his tall frame slowly but tightly against her, his hard throbbing penis pressuring against the soft flesh of her abdomen in urgent demand, his big hands caressing the small of her back and her gently rounded buttocks through the woolen skirt she wore.
"You little fool," he growled softly. "You should know by now that you're all I want, all I'll ever want, and yet you still keep teasing me...holding me away from you..."
Dot whimpered in his arms, not struggling against his comforting warmth. Oh God, she had never wanted anything more in her life than that hot throbbing shaft she felt pressing into the softness of her belly. She could almost imagine it slipping up inside her body...drilling up, up into the hot, velvety moist channel of her love-hungry vagina...strong and hard, filling her with his rigid masculinity. She could nearly feel the ecstasy of it rubbing and plunging in and out of her loins but...but, she couldn't...Oh God, not yet...
He kissed her again and teased at her soft lips with the pointed tip of his tongue. She left them open, like ripe cherries to be plucked, and he traced their contours before driving his tongue hotly into her mouth. Her warm sweet breath panted gently onto his face as he slipped his hand under her white sweater and up to her chest, where his fingers pried under the flimsy fabric of her brassiere. Massaging and stroking at one of the full fleshy mounds that suddenly thrust free of their confinement, he moved his finger-tips even closer to the soft pliant nipple, caressing it and rolling it teasingly between his fingers until finally it was a tiny hard point pressing into his hand.
Cal was astonished as he discovered the high-set firmness of her breasts, and he explored them with mounting delight and passion. It seemed impossible to the forty year old man that a woman almost his age could be in such wonderful shape, and yet her flesh was like velvet to his touch, smooth and passionately responsive. He felt his painfully hard cock jerking against the yielding plane of her belly and he impatiently reached down to yank down the back zipper of her short blue wool skirt. Then, reveling in his first opportunity to touch her body, unprotected by garments, he slowly ran his hands down the length of her slender ribs and under her loosened skirt to her flaring hips, then moved back firmly over her panty-clad buttocks. Dot moaned huskily and moved even more tightly against him.
The beautiful teacher felt her alcohol-drugged brain whirl madly with desire. Passion and fear fought for control over her consciousness, and she melted against the overpoweringly exciting demands of his searching hands. God, how she wanted him to bury his long pulsing hardness into the starving depths of her vagina! Oh, how she needed him...wanted him...loved him!
She felt his warm hand trailing down over the yielding surface of her belly, down the sleek muscle of her hip, his fingers digging under the clinging nylon of her panties. His fingertips slid downward, digging gently through the softly curling patch of pubic hair to the very lips of her cock-hungry vagina, and she gasped deeply as they made contact with the fiery, swollen bud of her clitoris. She locked her lips moistly to his, and her tiny tongue shot into his mouth with all the fire built up over years of passionate need. Again and again, she stabbed into his mouth, while he sucked at the tiny sweet point of her tongue and taunted her erectly burning clitoris between his thumb and forefinger. She felt her knees weaken as he suddenly slid his fingers down between the moistly swollen, hair-framed lips of her cunt to the passion-drenched little entrance to her vagina. Gradually, he eased his outstretched middle finger inside, burying it into the depths of her excited and hotly dilating pussy with breath-taking gentleness.
Cal heard her moan again, and suddenly knew that he was going to fuck her tonight! There was no question of anything else now. He felt her hand traveling lightly around his waist until her fingers hesitantly touched the pulsing hard bulge in the front of his trousers. Then he gasped as they wrapped themselves around his prick through his clothing.
"I love you," he whispered hotly to her ear as he began to tear hurriedly at her clothing. Her limp, panting body offered no resistance as he pulled her sweater over her head and unclasped her brassiere with fingers trembling with excitement. Cal's breathing quickened in obscene delight as he viewed the magnificent, cream-white spheres of flesh he had touched for the first time even just that night. They jutted high and proud from her torso, like succulent melons of flesh contrasting dramatically with her narrow waist. In a renewed frenzy of desire, he tossed aside her upper garments and bent down to tug at her skirt.
"Oh...oh...darling...darling...we mustn't... " she pleaded brokenly as she felt his hot breath rasping against the soft flesh of her breasts. "Darling...darling, please," she whimpered weakly down at the face that was kissing and sucking at her warmly straining breasts while his relentless hands peeled her skirt and panties down to her knees.
But she might as well not have spoken for his hands continued to fondle and explore her nakedly tingling flesh, and she gasped aloud at the electrical sensations surging through her as he stooped to pull her lower garments down to her ankles...and his hot moist breath grazed the feverishly swollen lips of her vagina. She was naked now except for her boots and the stockings and lacy garter belt that Cal was now fingering thoughtfully.
"My God, darling, stop," she managed feebly. "The shades are up! Someone might walk by and see us! We can't...can't do this..."
"Well, then we'll have to get you out of sight, I guess," Cal said gruffly, standing up quickly. His eyes shone with an almost-angry determination as he pressed her back down to the couch below the windows.
A frightened hollow feeling came alive at the pit of her stomach as she felt them both folding down onto the cushions. She struggled futilely to keep her thighs clenched together, she could barely resist when his strong Band pried her legs apart, his long probing finger sinking deeply inside her eagerly pulsating vagina once again, causing her to writhe with the exquisite sensations. Battling against complete surrender, she begged, "Oh, please, Cal, wait...wait. . . "
But then she heard the metallic whisper of his zipper and suddenly felt the deliciously hard fleshy bluntness of his penis heatedly pressing against her upper thigh. Conditioned by long years of loneliness, her lush body instantly stiffened at the alien touch, even as his fingers burrowed deeper and deeper between her parted legs into her tightly quivering cuntal passage. She could not find the strength to move and lay as if mesmerized by the waves of intoxicating pleasure that surged wildly through her loins, leaving her powerless to resist. She was only dimly aware of what was happening to her when he took her limp hand and place it firmly over his hotly throbbing penis, his own hand covering hers and tightening her fingers around the swollen member.
Lost in the fiery pleasure he was giving her, Dot instinctively squeezed tightly around the rigid pole of flesh, gasping with pleasure as she felt its answering throb under her fingers. She quivered with surprise as she realized the enormity of its size, and then an anticipatory thrill of delight raced through her. She had never imagined, never dared to suppose that he could be so big, so wonderfully long and thick...her slender fingers could barely encircle it! Then, suddenly, as long-buried instincts began to slowly revive in her body, Dot started to stroke the column of straining, rock-hard flesh, massaging the thick outer layer of skin back and forth to the same hypnotic rhythm he had established with his finger deep inside her moist clenching pussy.
The gorgeous blonde woman knew there was no stopping Cal now! She'd allowed him to venture far beyond the point of no return, and her own body was trembling passionately, hungrily, in the wild excitement of the moment. She writhed blissfully against his finger, rotating her naked hips more and more demandingly against his hand, her cunt hotly moist from the juices he had started flowing there. She felt the creamy fluid seeping from her swollen vaginal lips between her round full buttocks. Again, Cal dropped his head to her breast, cupping it in his hand before sucking the tiny, throbbing nipple deep into his warm wet mouth.
"Oh, Cal, darling... " she moaned breathlessly, knowing that she had to regain control over herself, but for the moment she didn't care...couldn't stop him though the horrible accusations of her young first husband were still repeating endlessly in her brain. She searched her mind for the words to protest as his hands and mouth drove her to greater heights of passion, but no words would come. She lay panting softly, feeling his long hot cock jerk in her hand, as his warm lips played for a long delicious moment around her excitedly palpitating breasts, moving from one to the other, his tongue trailing wetly through the deep fleshy valley between as he alternated his attentions between the snowy mounds.
She quivered in uncontrollable passion as his mouth began to slide down over her trembling belly, his thick hard penis moving down along her leg as his body wriggled downward. He dabbed his tongue hotly for a moment into the tiny indentation of her navel, raising soft mewls and gasps of pleasure from her open mouth. Again, she reached for the words that would halt his progress, but it was as if she were momentarily paralyzed. His lips traveled lower, leaving dizzying patterns of indecent sensation trailing after his gently nipping teeth. She felt his broad flat palms forcing her thighs further apart as he hunched down on the couch cushions between them. And then, her breath suddenly rushed out of her lungs in shock, as she felt his thumbs slowly spreading open her soft, golden-hair-framed vaginal lips. The coolness of the air as it touched her exposed coral slit made goose bumps appear on the satiny, milk-white plane of her belly. His tongue flicked relentlessly forward, the wet tip teasing hotly against the tiny protruding bud of her clitoris, causing it to tingle and swell to throbbing hardness. He lowered his fingers to spread the opening of her nakedly waiting pussy wider apart, and then slid his tongue down from her clitoris, abruptly driving it deep into the moistly flushed mouth of the smooth, rippling passageway below.
She jerked crazily from the exquisite thrill of that sudden wet contact with her pink, wide-stretched pussy and, reaching down, tangled her fingers in his dark hair, wantonly pulling his face hard into her writhing loins. His flicking tongue burrowed maddeningly inside her, slithering into the hot sensitive walls of her cunt like a straining lizard. She heard herself groaning incoherently as insane spasms of delight wracked her long-neglected body.
"Oh God, darling, we can't... we have to stop this..." she gasped, not even thinking of the meanings of the words that were tumbling from her mouth. And then suddenly to her amazement and disappointment, he was moving up over her, leaving her heatedly throbbing cunt alive with fire. He kissed her, ramming his tongue deep inside her mouth, and she sucked hungrily at it, tasting her own pungent pussy juices in his saliva. He rolled on top of her, his handsome face twisted with raging desire and, at that precise moment, something snapped in Dot's brain.
"A slut! You don't want anything but what you can get in bed! I want a wife not a slut!" Ray's words rang in her brain like the balls of doom. God, what was she doing? Had she lost her senses?
"No Cal. No!" she cried out at him, her strong smooth thighs clamping together tightly against the heavily throbbing member that was slipping between them. He struggled frantically on top of her, trying to wedge the blood-filled tip of his lust-swollen cock into the moist opening of her cunt while her legs stubbornly clasped his stiffly pulsing penis between them.
"We can't... we mustn't," she hissed desperately, her teeth clenched as she writhed and struggled with every ounce of resistance she could muster. The muscles of her thighs tightly clasped his rock-hard penis as it strained to enter her, its smooth flaring head splaying apart the soft pouting lips of her throbbing cunt. His cock inched ever forward from the weight and force of her near-insane attempt at penetration. "You can't darling...please!" she pleaded again, but he seemed not to hear her. Wriggling furiously, she reached down between their bodies to take his hardened fleshy shaft into her hand only seconds before he would have entered her with his furious jerking and thrusting. Then, she felt it lurch crazily within her clutching fingers and heard his uncontrollable gasp of ecstasy.
He groaned harshly and Dot felt his huge blood-engorged penis surge wildly in her hand. Suddenly, the thick hot stream of his sperm began to spew from its jerking head, saturating her tingling vulva, the palpitating open lips of her vagina, and the surrounding blonde pubic hair, until she was drenched by the stream of warm, viscous liquid. Even the inner-sides of her soft milk-white thighs had cum dribbling wetly down to wet the cushions beneath her quivering buttocks.
She lay perfectly still once it began and held him tightly all through it, feeling his muscular body convulse on top of her, while his stiffly swollen penis pumped spasmodically into her slender hand. She heard his final groan of release and then he collapsed on her, panting and almost sobbing as a child might, as his penis rapidly grew limp in her hand.
It was then, finally, that she became aware of an inexplicable sense of having cheated herself. Yet, she said nothing, only held him, running her hand tenderly through his sweat-dampened hair while he began to whisper apologies in a choked, almost shamed voice.
CHAPTER TWO
Dot Owens leaned back into the comfortable armchair she had chosen in a quiet corner of the teacher's lounge at Wilton High School and picked up a newspaper someone had left on one of the cluttered tables there. The local news did not interest her particularly, but she found that she was less likely to be disturbed by the male teachers who usually congregated over by the room's windows at lunchtime if she looked as though she were absorbed in a book or article while she was eating. She crossed her long, shapely legs, taking care that the hem of her wool dress did not creep up her stocking-clad thighs so that the chuckling clan of males did not have anything more to ogle while they gobbled down the lunches their wives had packed for them.
The pretty blonde deliberately held the newspaper in front of her face with one hand while she began to unwrap her own sandwich with the other. It was a daily irritation to have to come to the lounge during her lunch break, but it was either put up with the women teachers' gossip and the leering eyes of the men, or eat in the student cafeteria or "mess hall", as the youngsters so aptly called it. The lounge was the lesser of the evils, without a doubt. Since it was Friday, she opened the paper to the entertainment section, hoping to find out if the feature in Wilton's only cinema house had changed yet. She saw a new movie advertised, an English spy drama of the sort Cal always liked, and she read the review with interest, wondering if she shouldn't drop by his office to see if he might want to go, despite the fact that they did not have a date planned until tomorrow night. In fact, Dot had not seen her fianc' too much since that night he had come in for a nightcap after dinner in the Italian restaurant and she had drunkenly allowed him to undress her and caress her naked flesh. She was not worried by it, knowing that he had all he could do to keep up with the school business and garner support for his political campaign as well. Nevertheless, the curvaceous blonde was looking forward to their dinner date tomorrow night with a special interest. She was going to cook dinner for him at her house and afterward, she had decided, afterward she was going to give him a gift that she knew would please him more than anything else in the world...her willing body to touch and fondle and love however he might wish!
Dot nibbled at her sandwich, a little smile of anticipation lighting her classically pretty features as she imagined how surprised and delighted Cal would be when she told him tomorrow night. Even she could barely believe that she had finally made the momentous decision to let go of all those crippling fears that Ray had planted in her mind so long ago. But after Cal had left her house that night last week, she had walked to her bedroom, still naked except for the stockings and boots he had forgotten to remove, and she had felt her still-unsatisfied loins hotly throbbing. The remembrance of his gently probing fingers had lingered on her nakedly tingling flesh, and she had suddenly realized what a silly fool she had been to stop him at the last moment. The memory of his handsome face when she kissed him goodbye at the door, his brown eyes soft with tenderness and a silent plea for understanding, had contributed to her decision as well. He loved her; there was not the slightest doubt in her mind now, and she was going to repay him finally for all his long patience with her ridiculous terror of sex. Just thinking about tomorrow night and the sensual delights that lay in store for the two of them made Dot feel a little feverish, and she was vaguely aware of a warm quivering sensation up between her thighs as she absentmindedly thumbed through the local newspaper.
She had finished with half her sandwich and was about to pick up the other from its waxed paper wrapping when her eye fell on a picture she held before her. It was the page usually reserved for political topics and the attractive golden-haired teacher stared for a moment at the dark, poorly exposed photograph for a moment or two before the full impact of what she was seeing penetrated her mind. It was a man and a rather beautiful woman, apparently engaged in a cozy conversation over a restaurant dinner table and the man looked exactly like her Cal!
Her fingers tightened nervously around the edge of the page as her gaze lowered to the caption below the picture, and she read with a mounting sense of horror, "PRINCIPAL IN TETE-A-TETE AT DOMINICO'S RESTAURANT." The little blurb after that was brief, but to the point, telling of Cal Kan's "sudden interest" in heiress Pat Come, daughter of one of the most powerful political families in Vermont and wife of the owner of Come Mills, Wilton's only industry. There was a sly implication that the high school principal might "have his eyes on some new career in his future", but to Dot's suddenly suspicious gaze, the man she loved was showing more than a business-like interest in the strikingly lovely woman who sat opposite in the restaurant her own favorite restaurant! She felt her breath coming in tight little gasps, and her full-swelling breasts began to heave up and down beneath the clinging knit dress she had worn to school that day. Why hadn't Cal told her about this? she wondered anxiously. He knew she seldom read the newspaper did he think that she wouldn't find out?
Growing more and more distraught by the minute, Dot's blue eyes minutely examined the photograph, noting with a dull sense of pain that Cal and that woman were sitting at "their" table in Dominico's, the one in the corner that was so lovely and private. The newspaper began to tremble in her hands as she looked more closely at the woman, Pat Come. Though the picture was poorly printed, it was obvious that the woman was absolutely stunning in a glamorous, almost feline way that fed Dot's mounting jealous fury. Pat Come's full, sensual lips were curved in an inviting smile as she gazed across the table at Cal, and the blonde school teacher stared in horrified disbelief when she suddenly noticed the pale, fine-boned hand that rested intimately on Cal's wrist on the checkered tablecloth. Is this woman the reason our marriage has to wait until the summertime? Dot wondered angrily. And just how is Cal earning all the money he obviously hopes to get from this bitch for his campaign? her thoughts furiously demanded as her gaze returned to the sight of the other woman's prettily pouting smile.
The question was just too terrible to be answered by anyone but Cal, she suddenly decided, as she distastefully tossed the newspaper back on the table where she had found it. Rising to her feet, she threw the remaining half of her sandwich into a trash can and grabbed her handbag from the chair before she strode out of the room, her high heels clicking an angry staccato on the tile floors.
Cal's office was only a few doors down the corridor, but by the time she entered his reception room, the shapely blonde teacher had managed to get a grip on herself, at least enough to talk politely to his middle-aged secretary, Mrs. Cox. There was probably some perfectly good reason he hadn't mentioned his meeting with Pat Come to her, Dot tried to rationalize as she waited for the principal's sweet-faced old secretary to finish with a telephone conversation. Maybe he simply forgot to tell her, or was afraid she wouldn't understand.
Well, he was right, she thought, her jealousy returning with shattering force. She didn't understand a bit!
"Yes, Mrs. Owens?" the secretary's kindly voice interrupted her furious thoughts. "Can I help you?"
Dot stared blankly at the gray-haired lady for a moment, then gathered her wits enough to blurt out, "I want to see Mr. Kan. It's urgent and terribly important!"
The bespectacled Mrs. Cox smiled apologetically and shook her head. "I'm afraid you can't today, dear. He's out on another of those long lunches he's been taking lately. Heaven knows how he'd keep up with his office work if he didn't come in so early in the morning these days."
"Then, I'll come back later when he's in," Dot said stubbornly, determined to have this out with him as soon as possible. "What time...? "
"I don't think he'll be back this afternoon at all," Mrs. Cox said unhappily. "I just spoke to Mr. Kan on the telephone, and he told me to cancel all his appointments for the rest of the day." She clucked her tongue disapprovingly and took an open appointment book from under some of the papers on her desk.
"Here," Dot said suddenly, pulling the leather-bound book out of the older woman's hands with lightning quickness. "I'll just put my name in his next free spot."
"Mrs. Owens, please! That's really my job," the secretary exclaimed, firmly retrieving the little black book from Dot's grasp. "Lord, I have enough trouble keeping track of everything going on in this office..."
But the pretty, fair-haired teacher wasn't listening to Mrs. Cox. In the brief moment she had been able to look into Cal's appointment calendar, she had seen exactly what she had prayed she would not find. It had been open to today's and Thursday's entries and across both of the pages "Mrs. Tim Come" had been scrawled in Cal's bold, masculine handwriting. A dull empty sense of despair began to filter through her anger.
"Could you drop by Monday morning about ten?" the gray-haired lady's mild voice once again penetrated her thoughts. "I think he's got about twenty minutes then."
"Thanks anyway, but never mind," Dot said shortly, whirling furiously on her heel and pulling open the door to the corridor. Her voice shook with the force of her fury as she added, "I'll catch him in the hallway maybe someday when his schedule isn't quite so crowded!"
The startled gasp that came from Mrs. Cox behind her desk was barely noticed by the statuesque blonde as she slammed out of the principal's waiting room and out into the corridor. Her long, shapely legs flashed under her short dress as she strode angrily down the hallway, past the teacher's lounge, and around the corner to where her own classroom was situated. There was almost twenty minutes of her lunch period left, and Dot did not want to spend it in the company of the other teachers.
Considering the way she felt at that moment, she knew that if one of those obnoxious men teachers in the lounge made one of their typically insulting references to her voluptuous body, or even dared to look sideways at her, she might vent her rage by punching the first male she could reach...and she didn't want to make a fool of herself not ever again, for any man! She stopped at her locked classroom door and searched her handbag for the key with shaking fingers.
Then suddenly another idea struck her mind and she looked down the other end of the hallway to a double door leading into a paved schoolyard where the students often congregated after lunch. On impulse, she walked on down the corridor and halted just inside the doorway to gaze through the wired glass panels at the bright-faced young students who stood out in the winter sunshine, gossiping and laughing in their heavy winter coats.
Cal's fifteen year old son, Rod, was a sophomore at Wilton High School, and Dot knew that the youngster liked her very much. Perhaps he could give her a clue as to what his father was doing with this Come woman, she thought as her wide blue eyes anxiously searched for Rod's handsome face among the little knots of teenagers outside. In another moment, she caught sight of his slender dark-haired figure standing with a little group of laughing boys on the far side of the courtyard.
It would be just too humiliating to ask Cal about that woman, Dot rationalized as she quickly pushed her way through the door into the biting cold and threaded her way through the students in the school yard. She knew that Rod was looking forward to having her as a stepmother, so surely the slender youngster would understand her worry when she told him about the photograph she had found in the newspaper. If only she could get him away from the rowdy-looking bunch of youngsters he was talking to, even for a minute, he might be able to explain everything.
"Rod, could I speak to you for a moment?" Dot asked as she reached him, almost shouting to be heard above the near-roar of young voices that filled the paved courtyard. She saw her breath rising in front of her face in steamy puffs and realized for the first time that she had ventured out into the late January cold without any protection for her shapely body but the blue wool dress she had worn in the heated classroom.
The good-looking youngster noticed her presence beside him, and his smooth youthful face broke into a delighted grin of welcome. "Sure, I mean, Miss Owens," he said quickly, almost forgetting that his permission to call Dot by her first name did not extend to the school building. Then, his smile faded slightly as he noticed that she was standing with her arms wrapped tightly around her tiny waist to protect her body against the stinging cold. "Hey, you want to borrow my coat or something? You must be freezing like that!"
"No, no, I'm all right," the pretty blonde quickly protested, noticing at that moment that every word of their conversation was being overheard by a lanky, auburn-haired youth who stood at Rod's side. Dot stared coldly at the taller, redheaded youth, trying to wordlessly communicate that she wanted to speak privately with Rod, but it was a futile attempt. Rod's long-limbed friend lifted a dead cigarette to his mouth, and let it hang insolently from his lips as he stared coolly back at her, his oddly cynical young eyes seeming to laugh in her face. Then, the curvaceous teacher felt the blood suddenly rush to her cheeks as the boy's narrow-eyed gaze suddenly lowered to examine her lushly curving body in a lewdly appreciative manner. Dot was dumbfounded by the redheaded youngster's leering disrespect, until finally she lost her patience and snapped hotly, "Alone, Rod, if you don't mind!"
"Yeah...okay," the handsome, dark-haired youngster agreed hurriedly. He was innocently unaware of the silent confrontation that had been taking place between his friend and his future stepmother, and thus was bewildered by her sudden sharpness. Glancing over his shoulder as he walked away from the little group, he said to the still-grinning redhead, "See you later, Gene."
Gene! Something clicked in Dot's brain and she looked at Rod's friend with more interest. So he was the infamous Gene that Cal had told her so much about. She remembered how Cal had been worrying for several months that Rod was beginning to move in a bad crowd and especially that he wished that he could break up Rod's friendship with a boy named Gene who had apparently come to Wilton High School with a juvenile court record from a nearby town. Cal was a little afraid that his impressionable young son might pick up some bad habits from the eighteen year old senior.
She saw the redheaded boy impudently returning her gaze and she addressed him with a frosty smile. "How do you do, Gene! I'm Miss Owens... I don't think we've met before. You're new in Wilton, aren't you?" she inquired, trying to ignore the cool amusement that appeared in the boy's expression as she attempted to intimidate him.
"Yeah, I've been bumming around the country for a few years now," he replied vaguely with what Dot now suspected to be his characteristic half-sneer. "Now I gotta I mean, I decided to get finished with high school. I want to make something of myself in society, if you know what I mean, baby." He grinned lazily down at her, while an appalled silence suddenly fell over the small group of his companions who stood close enough to hear the way he had just addressed the blonde English teacher.
"Oh, is that so?" Dot asked with precise coldness. She was suddenly too angry to be tongue-tied with a shock, as she would usually be when confronted with an embarrassing situation such as this one. As she felt Gene's bright green eyes raking over her body once again, she rapped out in a voice sharp with sarcasm. "Yes, well, I've heard a little about how you made that decision, Gene; and I hope for your sake that you'll be staying long enough at this school to get that diploma. But you'd better watch that mouth of yours, because it would be a darned shame if you were forced to stay inside somewhere and miss all this pretty winter weather, wouldn't it, Gene...baby?"
Dot acknowledged his abrupt look of angry mortification with a triumphant smile, then turned around to stalk back into the school building where she could see Rod was waiting for her inside the door. Luckily she had guessed correctly that the sullen youngster was on some kind of police probation, probably being forced to attend high school on a court order, and she wondered briefly what Gene's offense had been as she slipped her shivering body inside the door to the steamy warmth of the corridor.
"Gosh, Dot, did Gene do something wrong?" Rod inquired anxiously in a breathless whisper as Dot led him back to her classroom.
"Almost, dear," she nodded grimly, "but I don't think he'll try it again. What's wrong with that boy, anyway?"
"Aw, he quit school a few years ago, then stole a car to drive across the country," Rod explained with obvious disgust for his friend's action. "They caught him and made him go back to school after his folks had come here to work at the mill. But he's really a neat guy underneath it all. He knows everything about girls and stuff. I'm just trying to keep him out of trouble 'till he graduates in June."
"Well, be careful he doesn't get you in trouble first," Dot warned him as she unlocked her classroom door, smiling in spite of herself at Rod's earnestness and compassion, so much like his father's way of dealing with people. Well, Cal dealt compassionately with most people anyway, she bitterly amended the thought, as she suddenly remembered the way Rod's father had apparently betrayed her with another woman. The handsome, dark-haired youngster followed her into the classroom. She shut the door for privacy before turning to face him.
"Rod, I want to talk to you about something very important," she began seriously. "But first I must have your promise that it will be a secret between us."
"Wow, sure, Dot!" the youth breezily agreed, then suddenly his expression sobered as a thought struck his mind. "Gosh, is this something about Dad?"
"Well, yes," the voluptuous blonde admitted, taken aback by the innocent youngster's quick perceptions. She hadn't expected to be able to get into her problem so quickly and now, as she searched her mind for some way to begin to explain to the youngster what was troubling her, the enormity of her hurt suddenly hit her again and fresh hot tears of misery rose to fill her big blue eyes. She felt Rod's pensive gaze upon her, soft with the tender boyish affection he felt toward his wife's future wife, and she simply blurted out the thought that was uppermost in her mind. "I... I'm afraid he doesn't care about me any more!"
"Wow, what did he do?" Rod gasped, genuinely stunned by what she had said.
Just then, their conversation was interrupted by the loud clanging of the bell in the hallway, signaling the five-minute class-changing period. Dot frowned as she realized that her classroom would start to fill up with youngsters at any moment.
"I guess we can't talk about it right now," she said, trying to blink back her tears before anyone else saw them. Outside the corridor began to fill with the noisy rush of students, and she looked at Rod with a desperate plea for understanding in her eyes. "Please, dear, could you come over to my house this afternoon? I've just got to talk about it before I go out of my mind!"
To her astonishment, the boy's smooth adolescent face suddenly wore an expression of fierce protectiveness and he nodded his head firmly. "You bet I'll be over there!" he said determinedly, then reached out to touch her shoulder in an instinctive gesture of comfort. "Just don't worry, please," he went on gently. "I...well, I like you better than any girl around, and we won't let him hurt you! I promise!"
Dot managed a dazzling smile of gratitude, even through her tears, and the good-looking youngster seemed to bask in her appreciation for a moment. Then suddenly he pulled his hand away and blushed as though he had just realized what a very personal admission he had just made. He murmured a gruff embarrassed farewell, then hurried out of the room to where Gene and several of the other boys were waiting out in the hallway with broad suggestive grins on their faces. Dot heard the teasing tones of their voices as they moved up the corridor, but she was not worried any more. She was sure that Rod would be able to explain his way out of anything else at the moment. After she had seen that picture in her paper, she had felt more alone than every before in her life, but now she felt assured that she had a powerful ally in her newly-declared war to win back her future-husband's heart!
* * *
The moment the curvaceous blonde English teacher arrived home from school that afternoon, she went to the liquor cabinet to glup down a hearty shot of brandy. Then, bottle in hand, she walked to her bedroom in the back of the house. Though she had not taken a drink since the night Cal had come in for a "nightcap", Dot needed something to calm her frazzled nerves. Getting through her two afternoon classes that day had been one of the trying experiences of her life, and she thanked heaven that Cal had fixed her schedule so that she left school an hour before it was actually finished. Today of all days she wanted time to unwind while she reconsidered the photograph she had discovered in the local paper...and particularly, she needed to decide what she was going to say to young Rod.
Once inside the little bedroom she had decorated with a gay yellow-flowered bedspread and curtains, the distraught beauty downed another big gulp of the powerful brandy before she set the bottle on the nightstand beside her bed. She winced as the fiery liquor burned down her throat and into her belly, but this drink did not hurt so much as the one she had just had in the living room. She slipped out of her heavy coat and boots, then began to peel her other garments away from her body, knowing that it would be well over an hour before Rod left school and then got away from his friends to visit her secretly. In the meantime, she planned to soak in a relaxing hot tub with bubble bath and then perhaps read for a while. Though she desperately wanted to get this awful mess sorted out, she would have to wait until she could find out what Rod knew about his father's relationship with Pat Come. Until he arrived at her house, she would have to keep her mind occupied with anything but the fact that Cal was undoubtedly with that gorgeous and very available-looking Mrs. Come right that moment!
Dot dropped her dress and slip on the boudoir chair with her overcoat, then took another small sip from the brandy bottle before she lowered her full rounded buttocks to the edge of the bed and peeled down her stockings. By the time she rose to her feet again to slip out of her lacy white brassiere and panties, the lovely blonde woman was beginning to feel the relaxing effects of the brandy. The jealous rage which had been gripping her mind all afternoon was beginning to ease in the gentle glow the alcohol had brought to her naked body, and she stretched luxuriously up on her toes, savoring the sensation of her muscles growing taut under her glowing milk-white skin. Yet, while the alcohol was soothing her injured feelings, it was also making her drowsy in the heated room. Suddenly, a little dizzy, Dot let herself collapse back on the bed, the smooth firm flesh of her breasts and buttocks quivering slightly as she landed on the flowered coverlet. Thinking that she would rouse herself in a moment to draw her bath water, she slipped off into a hazy half-slumber.
She lay there for a few minutes, suspended between sleep and wakefulness and her thoughts drifted aimlessly, savoring a few moments of peace before all the suspicions and sadness of her discovery today returned to haunt her mind. It was nicer to dream of how things might have been...of the lovely party for two that she had planned for tomorrow night, that would probably never happen now. She warmly remembered the excitement of Cal's kisses that night last week, when his hot tongue had speared deeply into her mouth and then had slithered thrillingly down to explore the burning hollow up between her thighs, driving her mad with his gentle skill. The memory was so clear -she could almost feel his hot breath scorching her swollen clitoris, his hands shaping her breasts, teasing the tingling nipples until she thought they would fly off her body. God, it had been so good...
Was he doing the same thing to Pat Come right this minute?
Dot winced at the nerve-shattering thought and, eyes still closed, she reached up to where she had placed by brandy bottle on the bedside table. She knew now that she would probably be drunk by the time young Rod arrived, but what difference did it make? she thought defiantly. Had anyone ever had a better reason for getting a little tipsy?
Then in a desperate attempt to clear her mind of the image of Cal making love to that beautiful, sly-faced woman, Dot began to deliberately stroke her body, kneading the soft warm skin of her breasts and pinching the nipples until the rosy crests of soft yielding flesh were transformed into hard peaks of throbbing pleasure. Her long, shapely legs relaxed and fell apart as one white hand drifted lightly down between them; her long slender finger found the tiny button of her clitoris and began pressing and stroking it until her hips were thrusting upward to meet each touch. Her thighs scissored open and closed as she gradually tantalized herself into a driving desperate passion that blotted all else from her brain.
A rosy flush of excitement colored Dot's ivory-white flesh, as she allowed herself to surrender completely to the sensual needs simmering within her. Her smoothly rounded buttocks ground hungrily down into the coverlet as her swollen cuntal lips tried to get more and more of the delicious sensations of her own touch and the damp soft fabric bunched into the clenching crevice of her ass. At the almost electrical contact, the beautiful teacher's body quivered, and lewd yearning suddenly blossomed inside her rapidly awakening vagina. Her breath came in harshly sobbing gasps as she reached down to explore more intently that burning valley up between her open thighs.
For a moment, she wondered if she should stop; Rod would probably be at the door soon. But then she angrily tossed the consideration from her mind. What if he did come, she thought angrily, what if he walked in and saw her like this? At least, he'd be able to tell his father what Dot was doing while Cal was squiring or was it "screwing" his new girlfriend around the town. Let him come, she recklessly decided, as her slim trembling fingers delved downward between the love-starved lips of her pussy and slowly separated them until the moistly pink inner flesh was fully exposed to the warm heated air. She could feel the tiny mouth-like opening of her cunt quivering hungrily under her sensitive fingertips.
A deep animal-like moan escaped her throat as she slowly wormed her extended middle finger into the wetly throbbing passage; it slid deep inside until it was firmly embedded to the palm of her hand in the smoothly clasping cuntal walls. Then, suddenly, as she felt her excitement mount, Dot quickly thrust another finger past the swollen rosy flanges of her moistly open cunt, gradually widening the lips as she twisted the fingers in wanton sensuality. Inflaming images of her last night with Cal began to flash through her mind like frames of an old movie, inciting her to greater desperation as she wildly plunged her fingers in and out, burying them all the way to her pounding palm.
"Oh, darling," she gasped softly as she imagined the slim hips of her handsome fianc' driving down against her body, his thickly swollen penis pistoning into that secret place where her own fingers now drove deeper and deeper into her throbbing pussy. In a frenzy of shameless lust, she threw her hips upward and jerked her thighs back tight against her chest to meet each skewering thrust of her hammering fingers. Her blonde curls flew wildly around her head, and her lovely face contorted with the efforts of her lewd ministrations, but it was still not enough to bring her to the crest of her excitement.
Wailing in frustration, Dot jabbed a third finger into her hungrily clasping pussy, while she thrust her other hand down between her up thrust legs...searching for the hard swollen bud of her clitoris. Finding the erect little nerve ending, she pinched and teased at it feverishly while her frantically quivering buttocks thrust up and down on the mattress in time to the savage rhythm of her pounding fingers. Low gasps of passionate need rose from the depths of her heaving chest as she accelerated into a more rapid rhythm, straining for a climax, jerking her nakedly curving hips upward to bury the invading fingers deep into the tight wet passageway of her vagina. Her head tossed madly from side to side on the pillows as she tried and tried to bring herself to an orgasm.
For a seeming eternity, she balanced on the sharp edge of mind-searing climax, massaging and fingering herself with all her skill. Her sobbing breath echoed in the stillness of her little house as she clamped both hands down over her cunt in a frantic search for the right stimulus to drive her body to the release she needed so badly. Then, suddenly, as she thrashed on the mattress, her blue eyes staring wildly up at the ceiling of the bedroom, an abrupt feeling that something was not right in the house made her stop her driving fingers. She lay still, frozen in her position, as though she had suddenly been turned to stone on the bed.
"I-I heard you cry out," a small voice came from somewhere nearby. "S-so I just rushed inside the house...to s-see if you were all right, Dot... "
Astounded at the sound of another person's voice in her home, and yet feeling unexplainable quivering of excitement at what she was about to discover, Dot lifted her head and looked into the doorway that opened into the living room. Her eyes opened wide with horror as she saw Rod Kan, his schoolbooks in his hands, standing inside the bedroom door.
CHAPTER THREE
Dot could do nothing but stare at the dark-haired youngster in helpless bewilderment. The quantity of brandy she had drunk earlier, combined with the lewd sensuality that was still swirling madly through her brain, seemed to slow her thought processes until she could only dimly wonder how much Cal's son had seen of her shameless fingerings of her own heatedly aroused vagina. The boy's sensitive, dark eyes were staring down at the floor in obvious perplexity, and Dot took the opportunity to grab a thin blue nylon robe from a clothes rack near the bed to hide her naked and still passionately quivering body.
"Rod, I... I-" Her soft voice quavered uncertainly as she tried to imagine what in the world she could say to the inexperienced teenager about what he had just seen.
At the sound of her voice, the youngster looked up and met her gaze for the first time, his eyes bright with some emotion that seemed to have rendered him temporarily speechless. He opened his mouth as if to speak several times, before he finally whispered shakily, "I knocked at the door for a while but no one answered. Then I heard you call Dad's name, and it sounded like you were crying... It made me worried so I just opened the door and came in...Are you okay?"
As she hastily pulled the belt of her robe tight around her slender waist, Dot almost smiled at the innocence of Rod's question. She realized that she must have spoken Cal's name in her passion as she imagined his naked body over hers, and now she would have to somehow explain to the innocent and apparently shaken youngster what he had seen. The blonde beauty felt an involuntary quiver deep in her belly as she saw the youngster's slender boyish frame standing so awkwardly and uncertainly in the doorway like a frightened deer about to take flight. She wracked her brain for some logical explanation for what he had heard, while trying desperately to calm down the excitement that rebelliously refused to die in her body.
"I was dreaming, talking in my sleep, I imagine," she finally ventured with a little smile, praying that he would believe her lie. She tried to look nonchalant as she added, "It must have been a nightmare, if I was crying."
After all these years of deliberately restraining the rich female sexuality in her nature, Dot had become adept at lying; now she hoped the boy would not be able to see through her facade to the raging fires that were still blazing through her love-starved body. This was the first time she had ever been really alone with Cal's son, and she felt closer than ever to the sweet, sensitive youngster. Still, she was disturbed by the strange effect his presence in her bedroom was having on her hotly aroused body.
Rod stood near the foot of her bed, and Dot could feel his warm boyish closeness, his sweet youthful nervousness at being so close to his beautiful future step-mother and she suddenly knew that she was studying Rod's slim, adolescent body with an interest that was far from motherly! Maybe it was because his startling appearance in her bedroom doorway had forced her to cease her lewd, hungry caressing of her throbbing loins before she could reach the climax she needed so badly, she rationalized slowly, and yet she had to admit that there were exciting similarities between Cal and his son, both in temperament and appearance.
She felt her heartbeat begin to race as she stared shamelessly at Rod's slim immature silhouette that already was beginning to show traces of the brawny strength the youngster would develop in a few years, and his face so much like Cal's in its warm manliness. She remembered how a moment ago she had imagined Cal's huge throbbing cock pistoning in and out of her willing vagina and she suddenly realized that her vivid fantasies could easily be transferred from the father to the boy before her. She struggled as she looked at him and abruptly realized that if she didn't get Rod out of her bedroom quickly, she might do something she would regret for the rest of her life.
"You'd better go now, dear," she said gently, hoping that her rising forbidden excitement did not show in her voice. "I'm not really dressed, you know," Dot could have bitten her tongue as the last, suggestive phrase passed her lips. She wondered what she could have been thinking of to say such a thing to a teenaged boy.
"But you said you had to talk to me Dot," the youngster protested anxiously, stepping closer to the bed as if to make sure of what she said. "Wow, if you're having nightmares and everything, maybe you should have some company. I really like you an awful lot, and if there's anything I can do for you..."
The dark-haired boy shifted nervously from one foot to the other as he watched the beautiful blonde woman dip her head in deep thought. He smiled shyly at where she was half-lying on the rumpled bed, her voluptuous body barely hidden by the clinging robe she had hurriedly wrapped around her nakedness. Even now the teenager could barely believe the scene he had encountered when he had come in her gorgeous body writhing nakedly on the bed as she crazily jammed more and more fingers up into the tight, tiny pink hole between her legs. He had been able to figure out by himself what she was doing, though he had never heard of an older girl doing such a thing before in his life. And he couldn't help but wonder why this excitingly beautiful woman would have to play with herself when Dad was around! Gosh, it was no wonder she seemed so upset! he thought sympathetically. But far from worrying him, her strange excitement seemed to be contagious, making him feel nervous and energetic. He could not tear his wide eyes away from the sight of her, especially the satiny white flesh of her sleekly firm thighs that peeked from the opening in her robe. It was almost more than he could stand to look at her! She was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen in his life!
Dot felt the boy's appreciatively wondering eyes upon her ripe, curvaceous body and a galvanic rush of tingling little shocks prickled her belly, a trembling chill of delight flitting upward along her curving spine. She felt her fragile resistance to her own wicked excitement slowly begin to crumple. She was touched by his words of affection especially after the emptiness and heartbreak she had experienced that afternoon when she saw the damning photograph in the newspaper. But more than that, she was erotically aroused by the idea that a youngster like Rod could feel something for her, a woman much more than twice his own age. Ever since that night she had almost allowed Cal to slide his huge thick penis into her cock-hungry pussy, Dot had been readying herself for a complete sexual experience. Now, suddenly, she knew that the time was right no matter who or how old the man might be! The brandy she had drunk to calm her nerves had done its job soothing her until she felt almost like a sleek, sensuous cat, interested in nothing but making itself completely comfortable and happy. Somewhere in her alcohol-dazed mind her conscience was already ringing wild warning bells, but the sweet tingling hunger in her vagina overpowered all caution.
"Yes, let's talk," Dot finally said in a low, husky voice. She smiled sweetly up at him and patted the bed beside her. "Sit down. We'll have a nice cozy chat, okay?"
"You bet!" the bright-eyed youngster blurted, not even thinking of what he was saying, as he dropped his pile of books and overcoat on the chair with her discarded clothing, then rushed across the room to settle himself gingerly on the edge of the mattress. His eyes gleamed in bubbling youthful excitement as he stared at her, amazed at the way her big breasts thrust out so firmly against the clinging robe. He could smell her body perfume she was that close to him, her bent cream-white thigh almost touching his trouser-clad leg on the bed. From nowhere, the distracting thought flickered through his young mind that if he just turned and bent his head a tiny bit, he could kiss the soft, straining bulge of her right breast.
"Rod," her quiet, almost trembling voice suddenly spoke up, "do you know Mrs. Come?"
"Yeah, I know her," he said, reluctantly tearing his gaze from her unbelievably perfect body to look in her face. He grimaced in disgust at the thought of the other woman, and added, "Dad's been with her every day this week, trying to get money for the campaign. I don't know how he stands her, always pushing people around and acting like she's Raquel Welch or something. I don't think she's so hot!"
"Does Cal?" Dot asked with quiet intensity, almost afraid to hear Rod's answer. "Tell me, how does your father feel about her?"
"Gosh, I don't know. Who cares?" The youngster shrugged impatiently. Then, suddenly, his brown eyes widened as he began to understand the full meaning behind Dot's question. He stared at her for a moment, the flip expression falling from his face and shook his head slowly. "He hasn't told me anything. What did he say to you?"
Dot gazed back at him, her big blue eyes filling with scalding tears once again, abruptly, she felt her near-naked body begin to shake with the force of the sobs that were filling her chest. "Not one damned thing, Rod," she cried bitterly. "I didn't even know about it until I saw a picture of them in the paper this afternoon at lunchtime!"
"Oh, wow... " Rod breathed in awed dismay as comprehension of her problem began to dawn in his eyes. "Wow, that's really rotten!" The compassion in his face slowly changed to anger, and he suddenly jumped up from the bed. "Boy, I'm going to go out and get him," he exclaimed hotly, "And bring him back here so we can find out what's going on. I don't care if he is my father...that's really crummy!"
"No, wait!" the weeping older woman cried, rising quickly to grab the youth's arm. Startled by the vehement sound of her own voice, she added more softly, "Stay here with me. God knows where you'd find him now and...I just don't care anymore. I'm so sad and lonely."
"Sure I'll stay for as long as you like!" he said fiercely, his young face glowing with pride at her request. He sat down beside her again and whispered ardently, "Besides, I'd rather be here with you than almost anything I can think of, Dot."
A thrill ran through her love starved body. This lovely, innocent youngster was once again declaring his affection for her. In an instinctive gesture of gratitude, she placed her hand in his and squeezed softly, feeling the inflamed center of her female organs tingling violently as she touched him. She was aware of her moist vaginal slit throbbing madly up between her tightly-clenched thighs. Her nipples were growing button-hard and chafed against the silky material of her robe as her full curving breasts heaved higher and became swollen with the pulsing torment of her growing inner excitement.
Suddenly, Dot knew exactly what she was going to do if there had ever been any doubts in her mind! She knew that she was now experiencing the kind of fearless, straightforward sexual excitement she had never known with a man since Ray had called her a "slut" so many years ago. She was aware of Rod's excited young eyes gazing at her scantily-clad body, scurrying up and down from her high, plush bosom to the inviting curves of her buttocks and thighs. She struggled against the maddeningly impulse to slip her hand under her robe and rub the fleshy throbbing ridges of her pussy to ease the agonizing tingling, right then and there! God, it was insane, she knew it was insane to want a mere boy this way...but she did and she could not help herself. He was Cal all over again; a younger Cal, a more honest Cal...and she had to have him! The moment Rod had offered to defend her, even against his own father, her last ounce of restraint had disappeared. God help her, she did not want to think about what she knew was going to happen!
Some remote part of Dot's alcohol-dimmed mind was still aware enough to cry out a warning to her awakened body, but she listened to her conscience without interest. It was already too late to control the passion that was blazing like a forest fire through her love-starved body and she leaned toward him, perfectly aware of the inciting view of deep cleavage he would see in the low V-neck of her robe. Then she whispered in voice she barely recognized as her own, "I guess Cal thinks I'm unattractive. Tell me, Rod do you think I'm pretty?"
The innocent young boy was dumbfounded and could not even move as she leaned softly against his warm shoulder and looked up into his handsome young face with her big, smoky blue eyes. Her smoldering gaze ravenously searched the inexperienced, half-frightened depths of his liquid brown eyes as he looked down at her in confusion.
"Do you?" she persisted, twisting so that her high jutting breasts brushed softly against his shirt. "Please tell me, because I like you very much, and I have to know if you feel the same way about me..."
He was dreaming, he had Jo be dreaming, the stunned youngster reasoned as his future step-mother's soft words echoed like thunderclaps in his mind. He nodded his head weakly in response to her question because his throat and tongue felt as cottony and parched as a dust ball. He sat mutely as his own father's fianc'e gently stroked his cheek, her smoky blue eyes glowing with some secret inner fire while her own beautiful face seemed to move closer and closer. He knew she was going to kiss him, on his mouth like no girl had ever done before, and his eyes closed in delight as he felt the first velvety pressure of her warm lips upon his!
"Lord, you are so wonderful darling!" she whispered hotly, lifting her mouth from his. "Did you like that? May I kiss you again?"
Rod gulped, the nervous tightness of his throat almost choking him. Again, he struggled for the power of speech, but it eluded him until, at last, he nodded his head dumbly.
The lovely blonde was visibly trembling now from the force of the erotic sensations rippling through every nerve in her body and she almost wanted to weep in delight at the youngster's wordless answer. She could not remember when anything had meant more to her!
For some reason she didn't dare question, her blue eyes slipped down to the crotch of Rod's neatly pressed trousers, and the sight that met her gaze filled her with a sudden rush of passion that both thrilled and terrified her. Bulging out against the crisp gray fabric, the older woman could clearly see a stiff, slender form pressing up and outward. She had to deliberately clasp her hands tightly together in her lap to keep from giving in to the aching desire to reach out and caress the promise of that beautifully swelling flesh. Then as she stared up into his eyes again, enchanted by his handsome Cal-like face, she knew for certain that she was lost... happily lost and floundering in the blazing currents of sexual feelings that were beginning to leap between their two bodies like electrical sparks.
"That's good, darling, because I'd like to teach you about love," she heard herself whispering seductively up at him. "And we'll forget about your father... I'll be your girlfriend, Rod, and no one will ever know..."
The lithe-bodied youngster was so excited that he felt almost sick to his stomach. The things she was saying were almost more than he could comprehend! He thought that the breathtaking older woman must be teasing him, laughing at him inside, but she had kissed him, really and truly, like it happened sometimes in his most exciting dreams about girls in his class. And even at that moment, as if she knew his secret fear, she was stroking his face again with both slender hands, while her high firm breasts pressed warmly into his chest like two soft pointed pillows.
"Won't we, my sweet love?" she murmured huskily, straining up to plant soft, fleeting kisses on his chin and nose and unlined forehead. "And I'll do beautiful things for you...only you must promise never to hurt me...not to go with other girls. Will you?"
Rod was almost out of his mind with disbelief at what was happening. His stiff young cock was jerking crazily under his trousers with each word she spoke, and he was beginning to wonder again if any of this was really taking place at all. He had been so happy a few weeks ago when his father told him that Dot was going to be his stepmother because she was so gorgeous. Even the kids at school thought she was a really groovy person and now...and now, here he was, on her bed, beside her, and she was kissing him again! He felt a thrill rush crazily through him as her wet pointed tongue began to play teasingly over his soft lips, prying them apart to dart experimentally inside his mouth. As if that weren't enough, he suddenly felt her hand start to drift tantalizingly down over his belly, moving unbelievably closer and closer to the throbbingly rigid rod of flesh that was straining out against his trouser crotch.
Dot relished the sweet self-torture of slowly slipping her hand down his lean smooth body, exploring the flat plane of his belly as she slowly centered in on what she wanted, what her loins were craving for so hungrily. She let her hand slide down over his belt to his trousers, caressing the sweet youthful curve of his buttocks as she kissed him. She felt him trembling excitedly as her hotly searching hand drifted over the hardened half-mature sinews beneath his winter clothing. She knew she must be insane to go on with what she was doing, but it did not matter anymore. She could not stop herself! There was only one thing in her lust-dazed mind to possess this youngster...to love him...as she had planned to love his father...
Rod's entire body quivered in uncontrollable excitement as her hand tenderly grazed the pulsing length of his stone-hard member confined inside his pants and shorts. His brown eyes widened in alarm as he stared into her face, but she merely smiled reassuringly at him and smothered his lips with her hot hungry mouth. Her brain was a steaming cauldron of sensual desire and she kissed again and again to soothe him while her hand ceaselessly stroked over the swollen front of his flannel trousers. She drew her long fingers tantalizingly over the bulge of his virilely throbbing cock, then curled them in tightly to trace its length and breadth.
"Oh, darling, you are such a beautiful boy," she crooned softly. "Do you like me? Do you like what I'm doing? Oh, Rod, if you like it, show me! Touch me, baby!"
Rod was gasping at the wonderful, almost unbearable sensation of her slim fingers circling his painfully throbbing prick through his clothing. He felt as though his whole body were going to explode with nervous excitement when he heard her salacious request. Wild shocks of eager passion were shooting through his virginal groin as he suddenly twisted, crushing the shamelessly aroused teacher's voluptuous body down into the mattress. His trembling lips found her warmly yielding mouth, pressing against the softness with adolescent fervor, then slipping down to pay moist homage to the velvety flesh of her throat and full upstanding mounds of her chest that bulged over the plunging neckline of her light robe. His heart was beating insanely, and he rasped for breath as he lifted himself up on his elbows above her prostrate form. He stared down at her near-naked loveliness for a long breathless moment, his astonished brain barely able to believe the meaning of her wanton demands.
Dot was beyond all reason or regrets, aware of nothing but the gloriously exciting sensation of warmth left behind by the boy's hungry lips and hands upon her nakedly willing flesh. The lovely blonde stared glassy-eyed at the bedroom ceiling, her lushly sensual body relaxed in abandoned repose as she waited for the teenager's next movement. Every rounded curve and valley of her ripely mature body was visible beneath the light clinging fabric of her nylon robe, and Rod's brown eyes widened as he noticed pale soft tendrils of blonde pubic hair curling invitingly around the edges of the opening of the garment. Her robe had pulled open during their frenzied embrace, exposing one shapely leg all the way up to her creamy thigh, and the older woman made no effort to cover her partial nakedness from the boy's hungry gaze.
With smoky, half-closed eyes, Dot contemplated the handsome youngster who now shared her bed, his slim hips still writhing slightly from her gentle stroking of his slender stone-hard penis, through his pants. This was impossible, she thought incredulously, not after all these years! For the first time since Ray had gone away with that girl, leaving her humiliated and broken-hearted, the stunning blonde felt primitive fearless hunger for a man, her cock-starved body like a rutting female animal's with all its nerves crying out for satisfaction. She was vaguely aware of a struggle taking place in her lust-deranged brain one part of her was still sober and fully aware of the shameless immorality of what was happening, that she had taken this innocent trusting boy into her bedroom and was now teasing him past the point of reason.
But he's only three years younger than Ray was when we first made love.
But in another part of her brain, a much more persuasive voice was repeating over and over that, "yes", she wanted this sweet-faced fifteen year old youngster more than anything else in the world...and she knew she had made him want her just as strongly. At this point, it was more than she could do to deny herself or him the satisfaction of the raging desires that were controlling their bodies like some over-powering supernatural force. Her voluptuous body was too aroused now to pay attention to anything but its own animalistic demands, and her soft full lips opened invitingly, sweetly uttering the words that would forever demolish the lifelong innocence of the boy who was to have been her own stepson!
"Look at me, lover. I want you to see me naked. You can look and kiss and touch me all over, if you like, before...before you fuck me!"
Flinging aside the last of her unwanted scruples, Dot reached down to the tied belt that held her robe together at the waist and pulled it slowly apart. Rod gulped and stared in awed fascination as the soft fabric slid slowly down the sides of her ribs, gradually revealing her upper body until her beautifully quivering, up-thrust breasts were completely exposed to his burning gaze. Unable to control himself any longer in the presence of this maddeningly beautiful older woman, he reached out timidly and pushed the rest of the garment away from her lushly naked body. The smooth flat plane of her belly was bared all the way down to the gentle blonde-furred mound of her pussy. His breath rasped excitedly while his eyes darted madly over her voluptuousness, as though unable to believe the wonder that had so unexpectedly been exhibited for his delight.
She lay still under him, her face radiating a strange kind of pride, as Rod moved back a little and stared wonderingly at her roundly pointed breasts with their dark, cherry-like nipples thrusting provocatively up toward his feverish young eyes. A soft moan of lewd delight tumbled from his open lips, and then suddenly his dark head dipped downward, his even white teeth fastening with unknowing harshness on the rosy upturned tip of her pillowy right breast. Dot gasped at the pain of the unexpectedly sharp bite, but she could not squirm away from his nibbling teeth as his hands roamed over her thighs and hips holding her firmly before him. His hungry lips passionately explored the soft palpitating mounds, tonguing and kissing the warm vibrant flesh that lay beneath his inquiring mouth. As quickly as it had come, her fear departed and her flaring hips began a slow impatient writhing against the mattress as she felt a delightful twitch of glorious sensation deep in the crevice up between her thighs.
"Do you like them...do you like to kiss me there, my little lover?" she crooned lewdly as she reached down and once again rubbed her fingertips over the swollen fleshy bulge in the crotch of his trousers.
Rod lifted his handsome face from her chest, his hands moving up to tightly clasp her rising and falling breasts, and managed to nod his head. The spectacle of his innocent brown eyes gleaming in virginal passion at the sight of her creamy breasts billowing out of his widespread fingers added fuel to the desire blazing wildly in Dot's loins.
Then, as if sensing the need building within the lovely older woman, Rod gasped, "Oh God, Dot... I really want to...to fuck you! Can I fuck you now, please?"
Dot stiffened at the sound of the obscene word coming from the youth's mouth, and yet its very lewdness excited her even more until she knew she had lost whatever control she still had over what was occurring here in her own bedroom. She could feel the moisture spreading from her seething vagina to dampen the swollen, hair-lined outer lips and she pressed her long, smooth thighs tightly together to ease the burning sensation that was blazing out of control in the pit of her stomach. Rod's fiery kisses and maddening manipulation of her blazing flesh were turning her entire body into a knotted bundle of raw nerve ends, filling her with a passion that she was powerless to check. A tiny moan of lusty delight fell from her moistly opened lips as the dark-haired youngster wonderingly seized both of her full, throbbing breasts and squeezed them together like two straining grapefruits. He watched the turgid nipples meet and then his mouth hungrily enveloped them both.
Tiny pin pricks of delicious feeling raced through the tips of them as he sucked the hardening points into the warm moist cavern of his mouth. She could feel his hot breath moving softly over her throat as he raised up to lock his mouth wildly against hers once again.
"Oooooooooooh, yes, God, yesssssss! Take me! Fuck me, darling!" she cried mindlessly into his mouth. "Take your clothes off, sweetheart! Hurry!"
She was a captive of her lust, a slave to the surges of hot longing that made her body ache to have him inside her, and there was nothing in her mind but anticipation of the moment when he would thrust his boyishly virile cock deep into her heatedly hungry vagina.
Dot knew she could not wait another moment, and she reached to tear at the buttons of his shirt. Maddening sensations of blind lust spiraled through her naked loins and into her lower belly, as Cal's son lay beside her on her bed, his strong young fingers greedily tracing the curves of her tingling swelling breasts with mounting adolescent passion. She peeled his shirt down his sinewy arms and kissed his hairless chest, tightening the little hard nipples of his still boyish breasts with her moist tongue-tip. Her warm fingertips trailed downward over his convulsing belly and navel, brushing teasingly over the swollen lump in his trousers before she unhitched his belt, impatiently tugging both trousers and shorts down over his slender hips and lean buttocks. Her excited blue eyes feasted on the sight of his stiffly arching cock jutting out from his sparse sprinkling of dark pubic hair and his virile young balls dangling down between his corded thighs, as she frantically kicked his discarded garments off the bed. His throbbing shaft of vein-ribbed flesh jerked hotly in her palm as she clenched her fist tightly around his hardness.
"You'll have to show me how," the boy whispered anxiously as he saw her eyes close in lewd anticipation. "Will you teach me how to fuck?"
"God, yes, I'll teach you," she murmured brokenly. "But, let's do it now! For God's sake hurry! I can't wait any longer!"
She had forgotten about Cal, about her disastrous earlier marriage, about everything but the marvelous feelings racing through her body as this virginal young boy writhed hungrily against her tingling female flesh. All her fears and inhibitions were melting away in the heat of her newfound passion, every last shred of conscience was gone. Her brain whirled and she groaned huskily as his hand timidly slipped down from her straining, lust-swollen breasts to trace the lovely full curves of her twisting buttocks.
"Oh, darling, come to me!" she pleaded shakily. "For God's sake, don't wait any longer."
The thrill of hearing herself say the forbidden words coursed through Dot's body, and she reached out her arms to twine them tightly around the youngster's neck, pulling his smooth hairless chest into the soft whiteness of her breasts. Her hands drifted lustfully over his body, feeling his sleek young muscles contract excitedly as she hotly explored the secret hollows and crevices of him. She felt him awkwardly prying her quivering thighs far apart, and she joyfully lifted her woman's hips to meet the welcome weight of his boy's body as he climbed uncertainly between her wide-splayed legs.
Rod's young features swam dizzily before her lust-glazed eyes as she felt the youthful hardness of his hotly pulsing penis jabbing anxiously into the soft sensitive flesh of her upper thigh before it slipped down to rest again the full length of her eagerly quaking crevice. The lurching head of the blood-stiffened cock pulsed maddeningly between her up-thrust buttocks, insinuating itself up and down her moistened split as the teenager's hips twisted madly in an effort to plant the hard flaring tip inside the moistly swollen lips of her pussy.
Smiling reassurance to the frantic boy, the fair-haired teacher reached down between them, grasping the full length of his long, rock-hard penis. Her tightly-closed hand stroked tauntingly up and down the corrugated flesh for a moment, delighting in its urgent pulsing against her soft palm and the warm stickiness of the fluids that oozed in tiny dribbles from the lust-engorged tip. Then, no longer able to bear the teasing sensation, she shakily guided the hotly throbbing head up from the valley of her buttocks, gently poising it between the throbbing hair-lined lips of her hungry vagina. Positioning it there with one hand, Dot placed her other palm on the boy's hard muscular buttocks and pressed with all her strength to draw the long pulsating shaft into her cock-neglected vagina, to let it quench once and for all the gnawing hunger that tortured her voluptuous body.
Anxiously watching her face, Rod tentatively pressed forward, and Dot's eyes closed in ecstasy as she felt the first soft electrical contact of the bloated cock-head against the sensitive edges of her wetly heated cunt. Then her breathing stopped for what seemed like a century as she lay in complete abandonment beneath the boy's slim body, anticipating the wonderful moment when he would drive the fiery rod of pulsing flesh deep into her starving body.
"Now, darling, do it to me now," she pleased breathlessly as she felt his pulsating hardness slowly pressing in against the tight elastic opening of her eagerly waiting vagina.
Then, she gasped in delirious joy as she felt the lust-bloated head slip in past the moist warm opening. The stiffly swollen rod of flesh moved into her slowly at first, spreading and stretching the long-unused walls of her cunt. Dot winced a little at the sensation of pleasure mixed with pain as it seemed to slide in forever, filling her more beautifully and completely than she would have ever believed possible. Above her, Rod was lost in the triumphant glory of his first sexual experience with a woman, and suddenly his no longer innocent face twisted into a contorted expression of raw animal lust as he looked down at his first woman helplessly spread-eagled beneath him, the head of his rampant young penis buried in the softly curling hair of her pussy. The youngster had a feeling of infinite power, unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and with a little cry of conquest, he pressed forward on Dot's impaled body. His weight smashed her full rounded breasts tightly back against her chest as he thrust his hips forward to slide his long pulsing cock deep into her heatedly twitching cunt like a driving piston, pushing the soft moist folds of her vaginal walls in rippling velvety waves before it. She groaned in shameless rapture as she felt his balls slam down against the cheeks of her tightly-clenched ass and the blunt rigid head of his penis prod roughly against her cervix.
"Ohhhhhh, yessss," the older woman cried out in delight as she kicked out into the air and locked her arms and legs around the fifteen year old boy's young body. The thrill of satisfying someone so young, of working with him to a glorious climax, sent chills coursing up her spine; and the inner muscles of her wetly clasping cunt tensed around his throbbing young penis as she pulled him deeper inside her belly.
"Oh...ooooooooh, wow!" Rod whimpered feebly, thrusting his hips uncontrollably downward while she held his cock firmly inside the moist warm channel of her milking pussy. Crazy shocks of untamed lust jolted through his groin every time she tightened her hot inner muscles around his buried penis, and her smokey blue eyes blazed, her full lips working sensuously with the effort of her teasing manipulations. His straining buttocks bucked madly up and down as he tried to bury more and more of his lust-hardened rod of flesh in the delicately moist pussy walls of his step-mother to be. He propped his body up on his elbows and stared down between their bodies, panting heavily as he watched his rock-hard shaft, shiny with her secret juices, pistoning into the coral-hued slit of her delicious hair-lined cunt. The sight of her full white breasts joggling beneath his face, the rosy pointed tips like two startled eyes gazing back up at him, was almost more than the youth could stand. His eyes bulged wider as he gaped down at the ragged pink flanges of her pussy, the soft fleshy folds drawing back with each slow out-stroke he made, then swallowing in again as he gently thrust forward into her with the smooth in and out rhythm he had begun.
"Oh, that's good, my sweet little love, that's perfect," Dot whispered shakily as she felt the broad fleshy base of his cock exquisitely massaging the erect bud of her clitoris. She was lost in the deluge of unspent passion dammed up inside her for too many years, now released to flood and wash away the very roots of her moral fiber. To even remotely consider such a seduction would have been beyond the realm of her comprehension yesterday, and without a doubt she would despise herself when this was over. Yet here she was, reveling in the very depths of her depravity, with no intention of stopping until she had satisfied her long-suppressed need to the very limit. Her eyes fluttered deliriously as she twisted beneath the boy, lost in the intensity of her wild, ever-mounting excitement, holding tight to the teenager's rampant pole of flesh with the clenching lips of her pussy as hard as she could. She slipped one hand around his neck, pulling his innocent young face down to rest in the pillowy warmth of her breasts, sensing that he was about to cum very soon. She wanted his first time to be a wonderful, loving experience, and she ground her hips in tight little circles to make it as good for him as she possibly could.
The youngster labored over her, breaking suddenly into a excited series of longer, faster plunging strokes. His pulsing rod of flesh pulled almost all the way out of her clutching vagina on the back-stroke, then tunneled back into her until he could feel the blood-engorged head of his cock brushing against the spongy resistance of her cervix deep inside. He felt her begin to thrash crazily beneath him, and her voluptuous writhing made him forget everything but the whirlwind of animal lust that had taken control of his boyish body. The wet, flat smack of his smooth hips thudding against her upturned pelvis resounded loudly through the bedroom, and he dazedly turned his head to take one of her erect sensitive nipples into his mouth and suck hungrily on it. His hands slipped down between the mattress and the full white cheeks of her ass, and he cupped them in his spread fingers and palms, kneading the warm soft flesh in dazed delight as he felt his sperm start to boil deep in his bloated testicles.
The lush-bodied woman moaned ceaselessly up into the air, her flushed face registering her intense passion. She was growing more and more aroused by the second as the boy's long stiff cock stroked harder and harder into her heated, wetly clasping cunt. The straining bedsprings squeaked madly against each other, and the guttural sounds of their deep panting grunts and groans filled the tiny house to mingle with moist noises of the boy's virile young penis pounding in and out of the beautiful teacher's eagerly sucking vagina.
Then, suddenly, Dot gasped with alarm as she felt the boyish cock begin to flex and pulse deep in her arching belly. The hard rubbery head flared out until she was afraid it might tear into her belly. It took a moment before the gorgeous woman realized that Rod was about to cum, to shoot his warm, creamy load deep into her hungry pussy. The lewd thought made her shiver with forbidden delight. Her hands darted down to grasp his driving buttocks, pulling him as far as humanly possible into her open willing loins. At the same time, she felt her own long awaited climax coming on with the force of a tidal wave, and she frantically waved her undulating ass obscenely from side to side in the air, spiraling her excited cunt up and down on his burrowing, hotly-expanding cock.
Suddenly she began to quiver uncontrollably beneath the boy's pounding body.
"Oh God, Rod...you're beautiful! You're making me cum...I'm...I'm...I'm cummmmmmmmming! I'm cummmmmmmming!"
Her breathless groan rose to a strangled whine of ecstasy as her lushly naked body stiffened and began vibrating like the plucked string of a violin, her own wet white fluids oozing from her quivering channel, drowning the boy's stiff impaling member in its sweet sticky warmth.
The dark-haired youth paused a moment, astounded by the beautiful woman's sudden convulsions but then, as she gasped out the last of her shuddering orgasm, the teenager felt himself lose all control of his passion. He frantically heaved his hard pelvis down against her, jamming his wildly exploding cock all the way to the hilt in the hotly contracting depths of Dot's pussy. With a rush that took the young boy's breath away, his boiling sperm erupted deep up into the gorgeous woman's widely-stretched vagina, mixing deliciously with the churning juices of her own heated cumming.
Wave after wave of fiery ecstasy shook Dot's voluptuous body as she felt the hot creamy liquid squirting deep inside her, filling her cunt to overflowing with its warm sticky wetness. The starving walls of her hot pussy clenched and unclenched greedily around it, desperately sucking at the jerking fifteen year old boy's jerking organ like a hungry mouth. Warm white juices flowed wetly down around the boy's still-lurching prick and dribbled down into the soft, wildly tensing valley of her buttocks, washing over his balls and the broad base of his penis as he tried desperately to sink it even deeper into the teacher's hungrily moving belly. Brilliant flashes of light, like exploding firecrackers filled the voluptuous blonde's lust-dazzled brain as she panted out the seemingly endless orgasm, her lushly naked body quivering and shaking like a dying animal.
"Oh please, don't stop! Don't ever stop my darling!" she pleaded incoherently.
At last, the panting youth fell exhaustedly across her body, feeling the velvety walls of her vagina still rippling in excitement around his rapidly-shrinking penis. After several minutes, Dot too, quivered to stillness, her long shapely legs collapsing limply on either side of his panting form as the teenager's clutching grip on her trembling asscheeks slowly relaxed and finally let go completely. The older woman's body felt drained of all energy and feeling as she moved weakly beneath the weight of the fifteen year old boy, feeling her buttocks slide on the slippery excess of passion juices that had overflowed her ravished pussy and puddled on the rumpled bedspread below.
Rod slowly lifted himself off her satiated body, and Dot breathed thickly to fill her burning lungs with air. The blonde teacher moaned softly as she felt the virile youngster's now limp penis pull slowly out from her still twitching cunt. She sighed with relief as the heated air of the bedroom wafted over her to lave her spent soaking body.
"Wow, Dot, I'd better get home," Rod gasped shakily a few minutes later as he got to his feet beside the bed. "Dad might be home and it's almost dinner time. Gee, I wish I could just stay here with you forever..."
"Don't worry, darling," she reassured him with a wan smile, her blue eyes misty and glowing in the aftermath of her unbelievable newfound ecstasy. "You know you can come back tomorrow...and the next day...whenever you like. Sweetheart, I can't tell you how lovely that was...spectacular...you are...a man!" Her still-trembling voice faded away, and she drifted into an exhausted slumber.
Moments later, the sound of the front door latching shut after Rod roused her slightly, and she rolled lazily over in the bed, tangling her leg in the belt of the discarded robe that lay half beneath her on the cum-smeared bedspread. Still smiling hazily, she tried to kick it away from her, but the silky garment was already twisted around her ankle. With a little sigh of irritation, she sat up and jerked the nylon robe away from her foot, tossing it from the bed. When she lay down again, her hand was moist and sticky from touching the bed, and she contentedly licked the pungent creamy juices from her fingertips, relishing the taste of Rod's fresh-tasting young sperm. God, it had been so good, such a relief, she mused happily. Who would have ever thought that Cal's little boy...?
Cal's little boy! As the damming words entered her brain, Dot suddenly sat bolt upright in the bed and her eyes widened in horror. For the first time, she was really aware of what she had done and the enormity of her drunken seduction of the teenaged boy stunned her. The brandy haze abruptly left her brain, and she shook her head in astonishment, desperately trying to believe that it had all been a depraved dream...something she had only imagined in her anger against Cal!
But the lewd puddle on the bedspread, and the slight burning sensation that pulsed in her sated loins told her it had been no dream! She had actually seduced Cal's fifteen year old son! No matter what Cal had done with that Come woman, he could not deserve such an unthinkable revenge. He would never forgive her.
Still, the father had to know what she had done to his young son, Dot realized in a fleeting moment of clear-headedness. Rod was Cal's only child, a boy he had raised alone since infancy, and even if it meant that she and Cal were finished forever, Dot knew she had to tell him right away.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Of course here in Vermont the civil rights issue isn't much of a problem." Cal Kan said as he leaned back in the big leather chair behind his desk in the principal's office at Wilton High School. "But property taxes are another thing! The low-income voters who work at your husband's mill "
"Christ, darling, we've been through this a thousand times this week," Pat Come sighed impatiently as she stretched languidly in her chair beside Cal's desk. Her green eyes flashed brilliantly at the dark-haired man as she leaned forward and murmured, "Not that your platform isn't fascinating, Cal, but don't you ever get weary of talking politics? How about doing something interesting? Me!"
The high school principal's handsome face wore a long-suffering expression as he watched the carefully groomed woman rearrange herself in the chair, crossing her long suntanned legs so that her obviously expensive suede miniskirt rode high up on her shapely thighs." Under the matching suede vest, he could see that she had worn a perfectly transparent blouse with nothing underneath it, and he humorously wondered what the sexy brunette would do if he simply leaned over the desk and grabbed one of the firmly rounded breasts that she had covered so scantily. He could see the answer in her smoldering hazel eyes, and Cal shook his head wryly. "No, Pat, never," he responded with a sorrowful smile. "I told you, I gave up women after Nora died."
"So you tell me, darling," she said, her lush pouting lips curving in cool amusement. "If it's true, I think you're an idiot. After all old Tim is such a bore, always talking about that ridiculous mill... I could stand a little amusement. You know I really would love to give you the money for your little campaign..."
It was Cal's turn to sigh, but his was in true exasperation at her tenacity. He had been talking nonstop to Pat Come for over a week now, trying to win her political and financial support for his campaign. But no matter what he said, she always managed to bring the conversation around to sex. The wealthy sophisticated woman was looking for a lover, and she had decided that she wanted Cal badly enough that she was willing to pay the entire cost of his election in exchange for a little fun.
His eyes fell on her face, dramatically featured with wide slanting green eyes, and he had to admit to himself that he might enjoy hopping into bed with Pat once or twice. A man could just look at her sinuous long-legged body and know that she would be exciting as hell without all those expensive clothes on. And Cal was certain that she would know exactly what to do if he ever accepted the offer in her eyes. After all, Mrs. Come had surprised him with a telephone call several weeks ago, and he remembered how her sultry voice had purred into the receiver that she had heard he was looking for campaign contributions. At the time, it had seemed like a gift from heaven to the aspiring politician, but now...now it was obvious that he was not going to get any money from the bored beauty unless he was willing to be unfaithful to Dot; and that was out of the question. It was bad enough that he had lied to his beautiful fianc'e the other night about why they could not be married right away.
"Well, do you think you can help me?" Cal demanded a tinge of impatience in his voice as he suddenly realized that he had been taking much-needed time from his work for ten days to be with her. At her request, he had kept their association a complete secret, not even telling Dot about his daily meetings with the beautiful wife of the town mill-owner, and he was beginning to wonder if time hadn't all been wasted. "I have to go home to eat dinner with my son pretty soon" he added curtly as he started to pack papers into the briefcase that lay before him on his desk.
"You're so conscientious, darling," she chuckled at his frown of concentration. Then, suddenly, all humor left her face and she leaned forward her cat-like eyes narrowing. "You know, Cal, I won't persist in this little game if you weren't so damnably attractive...and I might just give you your money no matter what happens with us. But I hope you're not fibbing to me. Loyalty to your dead wife is charming, I'm sure, but if I find out you have a girlfriend stashed away somewhere, I'm going to be very insulted that you couldn't spare a little for poor lonely me."
Her lips pouted prettily, but Cal was not fooled into thinking that she was still playing games with him. Pat Come had enough power in Wilton and the surrounding county to make sure he never came close to the nomination for state legislator if she ever became angry with him. He was sorry now that he had ever told her that story about remaining faithful to his dead wife, Nora, but even now he knew that the truth would have only made the situation more complicated than it already was. Despite the lovely brunette's obvious attractions, he had no desire to play around behind Dot's back...no matter how tempting the opportunity, and he patiently repeated his lie, "It's just impossible, Pat. I need your support, but not at the expense of my dead wife's memory."
At that moment, the telephone on his desk began to ring. Cal looked uncertainly at the phone, wondering who would be calling his private number this late in the afternoon. He let it ring half a dozen times after deciding not to answer it. When Pat spoke up, her voice heavy with sarcasm. "Go on, darling, answer it. Your dear wife might have finally gotten through after all these years in heaven. Maybe the old dear is calling to let you know she really doesn't mind if you go to bed with me, just as long as you don't marry me."
"Couldn't be her" Cal shot back wryly. "We had a message on the Ouija Board last night and she said no dice." He looked at the phone dubiously, then picked up the receiver.
"Hello, Cal Kan here."
"Cal, darling I've got to talk to you," Dot's sobbing voice came from the other end of the line. "Oh God, it's terrible...I've done something awful..."
The high school principal felt his breath catch in his throat as he heard his fianc'e's voice and he saw Pat Come gazing at him in mild curiosity. "Um, yes, well, could I call you back later?" he inquired praying that Dot would somehow understand that he could not talk to her right then. He was really sorry that he had not told Dot about the afternoons he was spending with the wealthy woman, but there was no way to tell her now.
"Cal I know you're with that woman and I don't care!" her voice came hysterically from the receiver. "I have to talk to you! You don't understand! I've "
"Yes, well, come and see me next week then," the dark-haired man interrupted her, praying that the absurdity of his comment would tell her of his troublesome situation. He wondered how Dot had found out about Pat Come, but there was no way to ask her at that moment. Foremost in his mind was getting through the phone call without jeopardizing his chances of receiving Pat's support, and he added "I'm sorry but this office closes at four o'clock."
"Oh, God Cal, don't tease me now! This is no joke!" his blonde fianc'e's voice cried piteously. "You're going to hate me when I tell you what I've done!"
"I doubt it, madam. Goodbye now," Cal said dryly, then softly replaced the receiver in its cradle. He had no chance to consider what could have put Dot into such a state as he smiled at Pat Come and shrugged, "Just one of the mothers. Shall we get back to business?"
* * *
"Hey, Rod, where you been?"
Rod Kan looked over his shoulder in surprise and slowed his hurried walking down Dot's street. He had reached the corner less than a block from her house, and his face fell as he recognized Gene leaning against a light post, a lit cigarette dangling from his lips.
"Oh, hi, Gene. Just walking around," Rod said with attempted nonchalance. He fought down the temptation to look down at his own body to see if there was any telltale evidence that he had so recently left his virginity in the beautiful English teacher's bed. He tried to wear an appropriately cheerful smile as he inquired, "What have you been doing this afternoon?"
"Nothin', " the lanky redheaded youngster said slowly, a hint of sardonic humor beginning to show in his eyes. "Just waitin' here for you. You were in the house up the street an awful long time. Ain't that where that Miss Owens lives?"
Rod felt his heartbeat begin to race guiltily, and the blood rushed to his face as he tried to figure out what to say to his grinning friend. He remembered how strangely irritated Gene had been after his conversation with Dot at lunchtime today, and Rod wondered if the older boy had not followed him to her house this afternoon, perhaps with some vague idea of revenge against the teacher for some slight she had given him in the schoolyard. From listening to Gene talk about the police who had jailed him for two weeks in a nearby town, Rod knew that his friend was perfectly capable of holding a bitter grudge for a long time, so he nervously replied, "Oh, I stopped there for a minute to give her some papers she wanted from my father. She's really nice, Gene, once you get to know her."
"Yeah, I'll bet she is," the tall boy said in a darkly suggestive tone. He looked up the street for a moment, as though memorizing the location of Dot's home, then turned away casually throwing an arm over Rod's shoulder. "C'mon, buddy, let's go get a coke with the guys."
"Sure," Rod agreed eagerly, relieved to have gotten through the dangerous situation so well. They turned the corner and walked another block before Rod thought to say, "Oh, listen, I don't think I'm going to go to that basketball game with you guys tomorrow afternoon...I -got something else td'do, something important," he added, as he thought of Dot's invitation for him to come back tomorrow. He could feel his virile young cock lurching in his trousers at the very thought of getting into bed with the nakedly willing woman again, and he avoided
Gene's eyes as the older youth looked at him with a new interest suddenly dawning in his eyes.
"Hey, man, you aren't getting a little action around here, are you?" the redhead asked, obviously surprised that the inexperienced younger boy would have found a willing girl without his friends knowing about it. "I haven't seen you with anyone lately..." His voice faded as another, even more startling thought suddenly entered his mind and he turned around to stare narrowly into Rod's dark eyes.
"Yeah, sure! That's it, Rod!" the dark-haired youngster agreed hurriedly. "I'll introduce you to her next week...maybe she's got a girlfriend or somebody for you," he quickly lied stooping to pack a snowball into his glove, so that the older boy would not notice his sudden agitation.
"Well, that's really groovy, pal" the auburn-haired youth said with sudden heartiness. He watched Rod's expression as he went on, "I was a little hassled by that blonde broad at lunchtime, but it really makes me glad to know you're getting a little ass. Christ, c'mon down to the drugstore and tell me and the guys all about it!"
For some reason he could not quite fathom, Rod was beginning to feel strangely uncomfortable with his friend, and he tossed the snowball at a nearby telephone pole, watching it splatter against the hard wood before he answered. "Naw, I think I better go home now, Gene." He tried his best to imitate the lewd smirk he had sometimes seen on his friend's face when a pretty girl walked by the drugstore after school and added "I gotta have a big dinner and go to bed early tonight got a big day tomorrow..."
"Sure, stud, I know how it is" Gene agreed with surprising speed, winking knowingly at his younger friend. "You gotta save up your strength."
As soon as they reached the next corner, the redheaded youngster said goodbye and walked off toward the town's drugstore, leaving Rod alone to contemplate his amazing afternoon during the short walk to his home.
That night it began to snow again in Wilton.
CHAPTER FIVE
Dot awakened late the next morning. She sat up in her bed to gaze out of the window at the blanket of pure white that had fallen during the night, covering the slush and dirty gray remnants of the last snow that had fallen two weeks before. She saw on the clock on her nightstand that it was almost noon, yet as the frozen flakes continued to flutter down from the gray sky, the world outside seemed silent as night except for the clatter of snow chains on the few cars traveling down her street. Frost laced the windowpanes and, despite the guilt that still weighed heavily on her mind, she felt much better that morning. At least, she was over her weeping hysterics, she thought gratefully, as she remembered the three powerful sleeping pills she had finally taken last night after Cal had refused to talk to her on the telephone. Now, in the soft light of the snowy day she felt better able to handle her situation, ugly as it had suddenly become.
The voluptuous blonde threw back the blankets and rose nakedly from her bed, stopping momentarily to pick up the cum-smeared coverlet from the floor where she had tearfully thrown it after Cal had hung up when she called his office. The yellow-print bedspread was stiff now with Rod's dried sperm, and she distastefully dropped it in the hamper in the corner of the bathroom.
Relaxed from her night of sleep, Dot was a little shocked when she recalled her own violent reaction to the picture she had found in the daily newspaper. After all, Dot had subtly hinted that he might be dealing with a female financier for his campaign why else would it be important that they not get married right away, she mused as she chose garments from her closet and dresser to wear that day. God, even if he had done something with that woman, it couldn't have been anything as terrible as her own wanton seduction of Cal's teenaged son! What on earth could have possessed her to do such a thing, she wondered in astonishment as she dressed in a soft pink sweater and matching woolen slacks. She must have been absolutely deranged by her jealousy and all that brandy she had drank!
The thirty-six-year-old teacher walked into her living room, trying to shake the anxious mood she could feel returning as she recalled her depraved misconduct of the afternoon before. But like the dull ache in the long-unused muscles of her inner thighs, the dark feeling of depression seemed to get worse the longer she was awake. Both were the unhappy results of an action she could not justify to herself no matter how hard she tried.
Dot pulled back the draperies to let more of the steel gray daylight into her living room, then sat down on the couch propping her stockinged feet up on the coffee table in front of it. It was almost impossible for her to believe that she had actually seduced fifteen year-old Rod, but just the action of picking up her bedspread this morning, stiffened and white-stained with hers and the innocent boy's dried cum-fluids, made her feel weak with self-disgust. She considered washing the cotton coverlet right away to eliminate one more symbol of her guilt, but the beautiful blonde knew that it would purge from her mind the shock she had felt last night as she heard young Rod leaving the house and discovered the obscene evidence of her drunken depravity smeared all over her bed and her still-naked body.
After trying unsuccessfully to confess to Cal on the telephone, she had simply collapsed back on the bed, sobbing hysterically. She now had no idea what time last night she had dragged herself into a steaming bath and scrubbed furiously at the body that had betrayed her. It was not until she was certain that all traces of her terrible sin were cleansed away that she had found the presence of mind to gulp down sleeping pills and stumble back to her bed to escape in sleep.
As she leaned back into the couch cushions, Dot realized that she was going to have to pull herself together now and somehow decide what she would have to do about Rod...and his father, the man she loved with all her heart. She could see that she would have to find some other way of handling the situation than confessing to Cal. If she ever told him everything she had done with his adolescent son, he would probably never be able to forgive her, and she would surely lose the one man she had learned to care for since Ray left her. Besides, she reasoned hurriedly, she had been a little crazy with worry yesterday afternoon...otherwise, it would be absurd to think that she ever would have led that sweet young boy to her bed...and worse, encouraged him as he abandoned his precious innocence to satisfy her perverted desires.
Dot continued to ponder her problem as she walked into the tiny kitchen to cook some bacon and eggs for her breakfast, the first food she had eaten in more than a day, except for the sandwich she had had before finding the horrible photograph in the paper at lunchtime yesterday. As she hungrily gulped down her hearty meal, the lovely blonde thought she might be working out an answer to her dilemma. Rod would no doubt come by again this afternoon, eager to discover more of the delights he had experienced for the first time yesterday in bed with her naked body. And when he arrived, she would simply try to explain what had happened, how she had suddenly lost control of her reason and senses, and pray that his young mind would understand. It would be difficult to tell the sensitive youth that she really loved his father more than him, but she knew that Rod was an intelligent and understanding adolescent who would make every effort to comprehend what she told him. Perhaps, she thought with a considerable brightening of spirit, he would even agree to keep the whole affair a secret between the two of them...
Yes, there was no question that Cal's son was very bright Dot mused as she washed up the few dishes she had soiled. Rod had been completely virginal and inexperienced yesterday, and yet he had somehow sensed exactly what she had wanted from him...how to touch and excite the most vulnerable sensitive areas of her body and even when to drive his stiffened young rod of flesh into her hungry. vagina until she exploded in one of the most incapacitating and satisfying orgasms she could ever remember in her life.
She suddenly recalled that snowy night two nights ago when she had almost allowed Cal to do the same things to her; and Dot felt a doubled sense of regret that she had been too frightened of losing him to allow them both to enjoy what might have been a breathtaking experience. She felt a lone teardrop trickle down her cheek to plop into the sudsy dishwater below, and she pulled the plug out of the kitchen sink, pensively watching the soapy water drain away. Her expression saddened as she imagined all her dreams of marriage to Cal whirling down the drain like the dish water, just because she had surrendered to a single moment of weakness.
Then, suddenly, Dot straightened up over the sink, a steely look of determination dawning in her bright eyes. No, she was not going to lose another man, she abruptly decided, and especially not for ihe very same reason she had lost her first love because of her rampant, uncontrolled sexual desires! Somehow, somehow, she was going to make Rod understand the desperate need for secrecy about what had happened between them. She had already spent enough years, lonely and afraid of her own body...it was time to come out of the protective shell she had built around herself. She was determined to do anything to be Cal's wife, even if she had to spend the rest of her life hiding the truth of her seduction of his little boy.
* * *
Rod Kan peered in through the plate glass window of the drugstore, and he paused a moment on the packed snow of the sidewalk as he saw that Gene and all his friends were jammed into a booth inside. He could see them leaning over their glasses of soda, their heads close over the table in what was apparently a whispered conversation. For a moment he was tempted to go inside and discover what was so interesting, but then he remembered that he had something else to do that afternoon, something much more exciting than finding out about the latest school gossip. The dark-haired youngster felt a little thrill of anticipation surge through him when he remembered how Dot had told him to come back "tomorrow or the next day whenever you like." Wow, if he had his way, he would have just stayed there in bed all night with the beautiful blonde teacher. It had been all he could do that morning to do his Saturday chores around the house, thinking about her big soft titties and the way her soft warm pussy just seemed to suck every last thing out of his throbbing prick...
Just then, one of the youngsters in the drugstore looked up and saw Rod looking inside the window. The boy, a skinny blonde youngster named Alan, winked lasciviously at his friend out on the sidewalk and then raised his hands, moving them in fluid curves to suggest a voluptuous female form. At that, the other boys in the booth suddenly noticed the slim, brunette youngster standing out on the sidewalk, and all began to make gestures of encouragement and even a few obscene motions under the table to hide them from the fountain attendant's eyes. It was a great temptation to Rod to go inside and tell his school chums as many of the details of yesterday's excitement as he could without compromising the gorgeous English teacher,, but he held back, afraid that he might say too much and endanger her position in the school. With a reluctant wave of his hand, he began walking up the sidewalk, his steps becoming quicker with anticipation as soon as he turned the corner to the street where Dot lived.
* * *
Dot paced up and down the length of her living room, glancing occasionally at her watch as she wondered if the youngster would come to her house again today. Though she had been awake for barely an hour and a half, it seemed as though she had been waiting hours for Rod to appear so that she could tell him of her decision. An hour ago as she ate her breakfast, it seemed so simple to just tell the youngster that they could not make love again, that she truly loved his father and wanted Rod only as a son, but as the minutes dragged by slowly Dot felt herself becoming worried.
Suppose Rod cried when she told him her decision? Suppose he begged her to change her mind? What would she do then? Rod was no longer innocent, she realized uncomfortably, as she remembered how his virilely boyish cock had felt as it pistoned in and out of her warm, willing pussy. Even the thought of it left her trembling with weakness, and her breathing was suddenly ragged and deep. Would he know how weak she really was? Would he try to seduce her the way she had seduced him yesterday?
The thought frightened her. She vividly remembered the excitement of the youngster's warm hands slowly exploring the curves of her naked body through her body at every touch. She could not deny, even to herself, that she still wanted him, wanted him to fill her belly with his creamy youthful sperm over and over again until they both fainted away from sheer exhaustion.
"Oh, stop it, damn you! Stop thinking like that!" she suddenly snapped at her reflection in the small oval mirror that hung by the front door. The face that she saw in the looking glass was waxen and pale, the blue eyes luminous with impending passion.
A tiny breathless groan of frustration and shame fell from her lips, and then Dot turned away from her reflection, swearing softly under her breath. She would have to tell Rod quickly...tell him that it was all a terrible mistake, and then get him out of the house before her own sensually craving body betrayed her.
She sat down on the couch and picked up a magazine from the coffee table, angrily determined to keep her mind on innocent subjects until the youngster arrived. But then, suddenly, the doorbell chimed.
Dropping the magazine on the floor in her nervous rush, Dot walked swiftly to the front door and pulled it open. As soon as she saw Rod's cold-flushed face outside, she stepped back and grimly waved him inside. She closed the door behind him and mustered all her strength as she turned to face the expectantly-smiling boy who stood in her living room. Before she could say a word, the dark-haired youngster exuberantly threw his arms around her and pulled her close against his heavy winter coat. His smooth young lips found hers and pressed tightly against her warm mouth in a heated kiss that made her body quiver with suppressed desire. When he finally released her, the fifteen year-old boy stared almost reverently up into the lovely face of the beautiful woman before him.
"Wow, Dot, I rushed all day to get here," he whispered breathlessly as he began to unfasten the buttons of his coat. "God, I thought about us all night long. I can't wait to do it again."
Uneasy and disturbed by the sudden sensation of burning hunger she felt rising again in the depths of her belly, Dot simply stared blankly back at him, wracking her brain for the right thing to say. The kiss had left her almost trembling with excitement, and she struggled to control herself. There was no question but that her own long-guarded virtue had been destroyed yesterday, as well as Rod's but somehow she had to regain control of the situation before it went too far again.
"Y you wanted me to come back, didn't you?" the sweet-faced youngster asked anxiously when she didn't answer. "I mean, you told me...Wow, it was just so wonderful, I thought you wanted to do it again today!"
Feeling suddenly older and wearier than she could ever remember feeling in her life, Dot turned away from his eager young gaze and walked back to the couch. How on earth could she explain to this trusting, happy youngster that it was all over, that they would never again be able to experience the heights of pleasure they had known yesterday afternoon? For a moment, she wondered if maybe she shouldn't simply allow herself one more afternoon of bliss with his vibrant young body before she told her, and then she suddenly got a grip on herself.
"Of course, it was wonderful, Rod," she said reluctantly, her words coming slowly as she eased herself down on the couch once again. "You were very good...I can barely believe it was the first time you ever did that... "
"Well... The guys talk about it a lot," he admitted happily, a rosy blush covering his face. "And I've been thinking about doing it for a long time. But I never knew it would be like that! Gee, you must be the best lay in the world!"
As she heard the crude compliment from the boy's lips, Dot shuddered and felt a renewed determination to end the illicit affair with the son of the man she wanted to marry. It was true that she had experienced a shattering orgasm under this handsome youngster's loins, but she suddenly realized that there were quite a few ramifications that could come from her one moment of weakness. What if Rod ever bragged to his friends? And if Cal ever found out the truth, she might lose her job as well as her future husband! To the immature youngster she was nothing more than a great "lay", she realized as a sudden wave of anger passed through her at his unthinking acceptance of her luscious body.
"What did you say, Rod?" she coldly demanded.
"O oh, that's just what my friends sometimes say," he stammered, stunned into an attitude of apology by her sudden change of manner. "I j-just meant to thank you. D-did I say something wrong?" The youngster stood in the doorway with his overcoat in his arms, seeming to cringe back from the angry light in her eyes.
"No, nothing," Dot snapped. "But what do you think would happen to me if you told any of your friends about what happened yesterday?"
Though she knew it was unreasonable to blame the handsome teenager for her own action, Dot suddenly too frightened and upset by her fear to think very clearly. "I want you to swear to me that you won't tell a soul, and then you have to leave! Will you swear?"
"Gee, sure" the boy said anxiously. He hurriedly began pulling on his coat again, an expression of hurt confusion on his smooth young fact. "Gosh, I wouldn't ever...you know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you..."
"Good, remember that!" Dot curtly interrupted him. Her body was already longing to touch his firm young flesh again, and she had to get him out of her house before she lost control of herself another time. "Just promise me and then you have to go. This was all a terrible mistake."
"Oh, no, Dot it wasn't," the boy blurted out suddenly, realizing for the first time that the beautiful teacher did not want to repeat yesterday's activities, not ever. "How can you say that! Yesterday you said you liked it! I heard you! Why do you want me to go? We could do it again this afternoon! I thought-"
"Look, Rod it was just a mistake, a very bad mistake," Dot said in exasperation with the boy's reluctance to leave. "I was upset and a little drunk, I guess, but I was wrong. Horribly wrong! This can't ever happen again if I'm going to marry your father. Do you understand that? I don't want us to be alone together ever again. It's not right."
"You...you didn't like it, did you? You lied," the youngster finally said, unbearable pain showing in his wide brown eyes. Rod was suddenly certain that the shapely blonde woman was so angry with him because he hadn't been able to completely satisfy her. His fragile teenage ego could not bear the idea and in his agony of humiliation, the dazed young boy completely forgot that he had actually witnessed his beautiful teacher's raging climax only a few minutes before his own had come.
Dot couldn't help but see the expression of pain in the good-looking teenager's face, and though she felt sorry for him, his fears seemed to provide an escape from the terrible situation she had led them both into. If she lied and told him that he had been a terrible lover after all, then surely Rod would be too ashamed to ever try to tempt her again and, much more important, he certainly would not be tempted to brag to his friends about what had happened in her house yesterday afternoon. What teenage boy would tell his friends that he had left a woman, especially a beautiful older woman, sexually unsatisfied? She reasoned calculatingly.
Averting her blue eyes from the heartbreaking anxiety in Rod's face, she nodded her head. "Don't feel badly about this Rod, but I'm afraid that you're too young for a woman like me," she said with an outward show of strained reluctance. Though she hated herself for having to hurt the vulnerable youth, she went on. "You have to understand, you know, that I'm used to men with much more experience than you...real men, like your father."
Though she had tried to steel herself against anything Rod might say or do, Dot was not prepared for the quick angry tears that rose in the sweet, dark-haired boy's eyes. Within seconds, she was sorry for every word that she had said, but before she could retract her comments about the youngster's masculinity, he had rushed to the front door. She watched in wordless misery as he blindly yanked open the door, then froze there in the doorway, a look of stunned surprise on his tear-streaked face.
"G-Gene!" he breathed in astonishment.
"Hey, there pal," the redheaded youth's sardonic voice came in through the doorway. "How come you're leaving? Miss Owens invited us all over for a party this afternoon!"
CHAPTER SIX
Dot's blue eyes widened in horror, and she stiffened in disbelief as she recognized Gene's lewdly grinning face protruding inside her front doorway. Rod, too, seemed staggered by his friend's unexpected appearance and he barely managed a strangled, "W-what did you say?"
"I said the lady invited me and the guys over today for a little fun," the leering youngster said with a malicious chuckle. "We were goin' to bring you along, but you said you already had something lined up for this afternoon. You goin' over to see your girlfriend now?"
"Wow, no...she just told me to go away," Rod said slowly, shaking his head in befuddlement. "She invited you?"
"Yeah, all of us," Gene grinned as he stepped inside the door.
"Yeah!" a chorus of young male voices echoed as a half-dozen more boys began to troop into the room, all smiling and nodding while they undressed Dot with their eyes.
The first twinges of dread began to whirl in the beautiful blonde woman's stomach as she saw the vengeful expression on Gene's face and then looked at the lewdly snickering youngsters who were suddenly crowded into her small living room. She felt a sickening sensation of terror fill her as she recalled the look of hatred that had filled Gene's eyes yesterday afternoon when she had hinted that she could have him sent back to jail if he was not more respectful to her. Surely the redheaded boy was not trying to imagine that he could pay her back like this? It was impossible, unbelievably horrible to think that he could have talked all these youngsters into trying to rape her in her own house, and yet...their young eyes were gleaming with unmistakable lust!
"Rod, he's lying!" Dot said shakily praying that the dark-haired youngster would come to her defense. "You know I wouldn't have invited them here...for that!"
Rod looked hard into her face, his own dark-eyes rimmed with red from the tears of mortification he had shed only moments before, and in a low, trembling voice, he pointed out, "You were in an awful hurry to get rid of me today, Dot. . . "
"No, Rod, you don't understand," she protested fearfully as she saw the last of the youngsters enter her living room and close her front door behind him. Then as panic rapidly overpowered her reason, she turned to the others and cried out angrily, "If you all don't leave my house this minute, I'll call the police! Do you hear me? You had better get out of here!"
"Cool it, baby," Gene said unfeeling as he strolled over to the couch to take the seat beside her. He threw his arm around her shoulders and smiled mockingly into her terror-stricken face. "If you don't be nice to us, we might scream for help and tell everybody that you were trying to molest us, just like you did with poor Rod. Wouldn't Rod's dad like to hear something like that about one of his teachers?"
The redheaded youngster grinned triumphantly as he saw the expression of shock on the beautiful blonde's face. When he had decided to blackmail her after he talked with Rod yesterday afternoon, Gene had not been certain of what he would say to the gorgeous English teacher, but now he could see that everything was going smoothly, as though it had all been carefully planned. He had been angry yesterday, irritated that a snotty teacher could humiliate him in front of his younger friends, but now as he let his eyes wander freely over her well-rounded body, he realized that his revenge was going to be even more enjoyable than he had first thought. He had intended to rebuild his image with his friends by simply handing around Dot's lush body for all of them to enjoy, but now he was tempted to grab a little piece of the action for himself. Gene could already see the contempt she held for him in her eyes and in the set of her mouth, and nothing could please him more than watching it slowly give way to glassy-eyed desire as he plunged his cock deep into that little white belly of hers. Who knows, he thought gleefully to himself, maybe he would be able to make the bitch beg for it as well. That would be truly sweet revenge.
Dot moaned softly as she finally realized that she was being blackmailed by this group of youngsters. She held onto an outward calm now by sheer force of will, but deep inside her stomach was churning like a whirlpool. She wondered momentarily how they had found out about what had happened yesterday. It was heartbreaking to think that Rod might have told them, but now this nightmare had begun, it hardly mattered who had started it. The point was that they did now, and now she was going to have to pay for her seduction of the teenaged boy. "What... what do you mean, be nice to you?" she finally asked in a tiny stilted voice as the other youngsters rapidly shed their coats and moved closer to surround her as she sat on the couch.
"Don't worry, baby, you'll figure it out," Gene informed her with a vindictive grin. "And you better be good...or you just might find yourself behind bars just like you told me I'd be if I didn't clam up. You better hope I clam up now!"
"You're crazy," she gasped incredulously as she fearfully realized exactly what he and the other boys intended to do to her. It was impossible, Dot reasoned in sheer horror as she looked over the leering boys. There were at least five or six of them circling the couch on which she sat, and she felt her protests catch in the constricted dryness of her throat. She had to get away from them! Suddenly shrugging her shoulders away from the embrace of Alan's arm, she leapt up from the couch and headed for the front door. As she struggled to pull it open, she glanced over her shoulder to see if they were pursuing her, then froze in confusion as she saw Gene stand up and begin to unbuckle his trousers, a strange smile on his face.
"What are you doing? Stop that!" she commanded shakily.
"Come on, guys, make yourselves at home," the redhead instructed his friends, deliberately ignoring Dot's distraught words. "I told ya' she couldn't do anything to us, and if she calls anybody in here, she'll have to explain why she's got all us kids running around with no clothes on in her house. All I know is that she invited us here for some soda, then wouldn't let us have any until she saw our peckers. Right?"
"Yeah, Gene, that's right, and I'll tell 'em what she did to me!" Rod chimed in angrily, his humiliation of moments before suddenly changing to resentment against the blonde woman who had so heartlessly rejected him.
"Wow, yeah, let's fuck the broad," Rod's friend Alan chimed in, his eyes wide with excitement. "I want her to suck my cock, too!"
"Yeah, get your clothes off!"..."Make her do it or we'll tell what she did to Rod!"..."Gosh, my first piece of ass!"...The youngsters' lewdly excited voices filled the living room as they began to follow Gene's example, tearing off their clothing and tossing the discarded garments on the floor.
The sight was too much for Dot's shattered nerves, and she collapsed into a chair, gazing 'round her in stunned horror as one after another of the boys' smooth young bodies became nakedly exposed to her eyes. Her attempted escape had been a miserable failure, and she knew there was little she could do now without risking discovery by the people in her neighborhood. The beautiful teacher was almost tempted to laugh at the cruel irony of her situation that after she had resisted Cal's loving advances for such a long time, his teenaged son should be the instrument of her downfall! She had devoted the best years of her life to teaching youngsters such as the ones she saw right now, and these children, the last males she ever would have suspected of such treachery, were trapping her in her own home, staring at her with naked lust in their eyes. And she had no doubt that this group would not be satisfied just to look at her.
As if to confirm her unspoken fears, one of the boys suddenly reached out to pinch harshly at one of Dot's ripely mature breasts through her sweater, and the frightened woman heard snickers ripple through the little group. Her dread advanced to near-paralyzing terror as she stared beseechingly at the young faces surrounding her and saw their features contorted into obscene masks of lust. She wondered if it would do her any good to try to reason with Gene, the leader of the group, then realized that it would probably only make matters worse. She remembered the cruel glint in the redhead's eyes when she had threatened to have him returned to jail and the great glee the tall boy now seemed to derive from her embarrassment. No, she decided, fighting would only make matters more unbearable, and she wanted to get this over with as quickly as she could.
"Hey, how do you like that?" one of the leering youngsters demanded as he stood in front of Dot and waved his soft boyish penis in front of her face. "You going to suck it for me?"
Dot shook her head blindly away from the lewd spectacle, feeling as though she were existing in a dream. But no matter where she looked, the same sight assaulted her terrified eyes young cocks, of all sizes and shapes hard and soft surrounding her like spears of flesh about to rip into her helpless body. Then as her blue eyes lingered on the sight of smooth gleaming youthful flesh all around her, she began to lose whatever certainty she had had that she wanted to escape the fate that Gene had so cunningly planned for her. She could not seem to tear her eyes away from the tantalizing sight of the young male sex organs, and she dazedly wondered if they would feel as good as Rod's hard shaft of flesh had felt crammed up inside her stomach. Somewhere deep in her mind, she guessed that they might feel even better. There were so many of them...
"Hey, Gene, aren't you going to finish undressing?" one of the youngsters suddenly inquired.
Dot looked up in surprise and saw that the redheaded youth still wore his undershorts while all the other boys were completely naked. She saw the tall boy grin cockily as he nodded and lifted his hands to the waistband of the shorts, and then she forced herself to look down, ashamed of her own damning weakness. Suddenly, the blonde teacher heard a soft gasp from one of the boys, then another and another, and her eyes lifted involuntarily to see what was causing the small sensation in her living room.
"Oh my God, no, it can't be," she whispered brokenly. Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at Gene's fully naked body and then she began shivering slightly at the unbelievable sight before her. She barely noticed the rest of the redhead's youthful, lightly-muscled body, its sleek lines and broad chest. What had captured her gaze was the breathtaking sight of the long, heavy thickness of the huge young cock that hung limply between his thighs. His testicles were larger than anything she could have imagined in her wildest dreams and sagged down almost as far as the thickly tapering tip of his massive uncircumcised penis. With conscious self-control, she forced herself to gaze down at the floor once again. This had to be a prank, she tried to reassure herself. They would simply torture her for a few minutes longer, then leave. Surely, they wouldn't try...
"I wasn't certain you could handle this, Miss Owens," Gene smirked, breaking the stunned silence, that hung like a thundercloud over the room. "But I thought that Rod probably loosened you up, so it'll go in just fine!"
"Crap, I wanta see that," one boy breathed respectfully. "I didn't know they made pricks that big..."
"Well, then, let's get the bitch's clothes off," Gene nodded.
"Oh, no, please," Dot begged piteously as young hands grasped her shoulders and hoisted her out of her chair to her feet. "I can't! I just can't let you do this to me!"
A wave of sniggers and chortles filled the room in answer, while she stared disbelievingly at the leering, excited faces of the boys. She tried to speak, but couldn't. Her words knotted in her throat and she could barely catch her breath. A numbing sense of helplessness overcame her as she listened to the youngsters talking among themselves, discussing each obscenity they planned to force on her voluptuous body. She gazed into the faces of the teenagers, her tear-wet eyes pleading for mercy, but they were too busy stripping her, their hands eagerly exploring her lush curves, to pay any attention to her misery.
There was nothing she could do now to save herself. She was physically outnumbered by the boys and their cruel blackmail had placed her at their mercy. The beautiful blonde woman stood passively as young fingers moved more and more demandingly over the rounded whiteness of her buttocks and the heaving mounds of her breasts, twisting and kneading the flaccid flesh with unquenchable fascination.
"Okay, that's enough," Gene suddenly warned the others. "I'm gonna fuck her now, and you guys can watch."
Dot trembled with dread as the redheaded youth grasped her arm and pulled her over toward the couch, flinging her forward so that she stumbled face-down on the cushions. She moaned softly, in a half-daze of horror and humiliation, as her naked body collapsed unresistingly on the couch and the burning eyes of the boys feasted on the sight of her voluptuous flesh curving out at the buttocks and shoulders from her tiny narrow waist. For a moment, she had an urge to turn her head back and look at them in defiance but it would be futile, she knew. These youngsters, some of them children she had taught last year when they were freshmen, had somehow managed to back her into a corner, and she would be rewarded by nothing but further humiliation if she tried to resist them. If only she had never found that photograph in the newspaper, she thought wearily, if only she could have learned to put aside her foolish fears and accept Cal's loving caresses all this might never have happened. It might have been hard at first, but then anything would have been better than this...
She felt somebody's hands coursing down over the raised ridges of her spine and a tremor passed through her. Around the couch, she could hear young voices whispering excitedly, and she dully wondered if she would have to endure this same ordeal over and over again, just to preserve the guilty secret of her afternoon of unpardonable weakness in the arms of her fianc'e's fifteen year old son.
"Hey, baby, look what we got for you," Gene's jeering voice cut into her thoughts. Before she could move, Dot felt a hand tangling roughly in her pale hair to pull her head a few inches up off the cushions. Her eyes opened automatically and she involuntarily cringed back as she saw several erect penises of varying length and sizes jabbing the air in front of her face, ready for the savage attack she knew was about to begin.
"You know what we're going to do with 'em?" the redhead taunted her. "We're gonna shove 'em in your pussy! We're gonna fuck you, that's what! How do you like that?"
"Oh no," she moaned softly. A shudder of disgust passed through her body at the teenager's use of lewd words. Where had they ever learned such language, she wondered vaguely, and then the hand wound tighter in her hair, causing her to cry out with the sudden pain.
"C'mon, baby," the youth prodded her, more harshly this time as his position of leadership with the group was being threatened by her reluctance to obey him. "Tell us all how much you want us to fuck you. We want to hear you beg!"
Dot trembled in revulsion at the very idea of using such language, and she remained mute before his lewd demand. This she knew would be the final surrender to these young monsters and, if nothing else, she could at least retain that one tiny measure of self-respect deep within her soul. She just couldn't give them the pleasure of hearing her beg too. That was asking too much!
"Gosh, can you really make her say it?" a voice inquired in an awed whisper. "Do it, Gene, make her beg to be fucked!"
"Don't worry, she will," Gene said cockily, releasing his grip on her hair so that her face fell back down into the couch cushions. "And if she don't start asking for it right now, we're gonna give the neighbors a little show. Hal, go over by the window with Alan. When I tell you, pull the curtains all the way back and stand there until somebody sees you."
"Oh no!" Dot almost shrieked, staring up in terror. "Don't do that! Oh please, don't!"
"Then beg," the redhead repeated with greater arrogance.
"Oh no, I can't. I just can't!" she moaned.
"Okay, Alan, pull them open!" Gene cried out, turning his head so that Dot couldn't see the concealed wink he gave the boy by the window.
"Oh God," she sobbed, her resistance shattered by the mortifying helplessness of her position. "Do it to me, do it to me."
"Not like that, say it right," he demanded cruelly.
"Oh fuck me!" she hissed furiously from between tightly-clenched teeth. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
As she heard the group of youngsters whoop in triumph, Dot knew her humiliation and degradation were complete. Now that she had said the lewd and obscene words that she had never dared even to think before, she doubted she would ever be able to face herself again. For just once in her life she had allowed herself to lose control over all the things she knew were right, and now she wished she were dead. She was a whore now, nothing better than a filthy slut off the street who pandered to teenaged boys.
"Good!" Gene sneered exultantly. "Now I'm gonna stuff my big cock up your belly until you can taste it!"
The other boys laughed nervously from excitement, thinking of what was about to happen. Around the couch a dozen eyes glowed in anticipation that had been building like a storm since Gene first told them of his plan yesterday afternoon.
"You guys hold her down until I get it in," Gene gruffly commanded his younger friends. His voice trembled from the salacious thought of what he was about to do to this beautiful older woman, and his heavily throbbing cock ached with mounting desire as he stared hotly down at Dot's voluptuous nakedness. He dropped onto the couch and lay across the full length of her smooth white back, his face pressed into the softness of her pale gleaming hair.
Dot cringed away from the attack and tried to wriggle away from the boy, but young unseen hands forced her deeper into the softness of the sofa cushions. Her shoulders were pressed down into the upholstery and held in a vise-like grip that held her completely captive. She trembled with dread as she felt Gene's knees behind her, slowly and relentlessly forcing her thighs apart with an urgency that bruised the tender back-flesh.
The desperately straining teacher tried to clench her thighs tighter together, but it was a hopeless struggle. The breath surged painfully from her lungs as her resistance suddenly broke, and the young quickly dropped between her legs as they fell limply apart. A deep moan of despair fell from Dot's lips as the hardness of the boy's long hard penis pressed against the softly yielding flesh of her smooth, satin-white ass cheeks. He moved forward along the couch, insinuating the full length of it along the narrow tightly-flexed crevice of her buttocks as she squirmed and twisted frantically beneath him, inciting his lust even more with her struggles.
"Kneel up," he suddenly gasped from behind her.
Instead, Dot stiffened her body, pressing her hips down tightly into the couch. Bitter tears of anger and fear were beginning to spill into the fabric of the cushions, and she tried not to move, hoping that perhaps the boys would give up the awful assault of her body. But with an angry grunt, Gene lifted himself up and slapped the flat of his palm down across her bare buttocks, causing her to scream and jerk away from the sudden pain. Hands on her hips pulled them quickly up off the cushions, while the other boys continued to press her face and shoulders down on the couch. By the time she regained control of her muscles, her naked buttocks were waving high off the couch behind, and she made a momentary and fruitless attempt to flatten them again. Gene's hands raised and descended again mercilessly until she relaxed and ceased her resistance.
She knew she would have to give in finally anyway. The boys had her in a position where she had no place to turn. There was nothing left now but the horrible humiliating submission to their obscene desires. Her body was no more than an unwilling toy for these near-children to be used as they wanted in Gene's sadistic vengeance...a vengeance that would only be completed when each of them had exploded their hot liquid lust deep inside her soft white body. It was useless for her to struggle or even care anymore.
Crouched between her cruelly widespread thighs, Gene gazed down at the full white moons of Dot's buttocks stretched up in defenseless offering. The boy's face glowed with pride as the others gathered closer to the couch, their eyes bulging with hot uncomfortable desire. None of them had ever seen anything like this before, and each of the teenagers felt his balls tingle and ache with desire. Hard young cocks stabbed up toward the ceiling, throbbing and lurching with the need to be thrust into the narrow slit of soft pink flesh that was waving so defenselessly in the air before them. But still Gene waited. He remembered how the beautiful teacher had humiliated him in front of his younger friends, and he wanted to get the most sadistic enjoyment he could from the subjugation of her kneeling body before he decided to shoot his hot load of white cum into her warmly waiting cunt.
The redheaded teenager held himself back, purposely torturing himself now in anticipation of the moment when he would thrust forward and slide his tingling cock deep between the full white globes of her proud, perfectly-molded ass that swayed gently before his eyes. It galled him more than he even cared to admit to himself, that Rod, the quiet "nice guy" of the group, the one who was always ruining their fun with his worrying and his courtesy, should have gotten into this gorgeous woman's pants before he, Gene, the knowledgeable one. He wanted to feel this haughty bitch squirming helplessly under him, to want him more than she ever wanted that pipsqueak, Rod. That would be the ultimate triumph to take Rod's fantastic conquest away from him, to have her just for himself whenever he wanted her. The thought raced through his loins like a jolt of burning electricity.
Yeah, he was going to make this beautiful woman squirm and like having his prick shoved in her whether she wanted to or not. That would show the guys that he knew what he was talking about!
With a malicious smile, Gene ground his huge pulsating cock into the narrow crevice of her ass, pressing the softly quivering cheeks of flesh around it to enclose it like the fitting of a warm kidskin glove. Then, he hunched back on his heels and leaned forward to slide his soft pink tongue slowly and tauntingly down the line in the center of her lower back until he reached the tightly-clenched valley of her ass propped up high off the couch. The frightened blonde tried to struggle free, but her shoulders were held tightly in place against the cushions by the two wide-eyed teenaged boys at the other end of the sofa. Smiling knowledgeably at his cohorts around him, he dropped his hands to the full rounded spheres of Dot's nakedly up-thrust buttocks, placing his thumbs on either side of the soft resilient globes and pressing gently outward.
Dot tensed her buttocks together, fighting the outward pressure Gene was exerting with his fingers, but bit by bit, the straining muscles of her inner thighs began to give way to the relentless pull. His smirking face was posed directly in front of the thin red folds of hair-framed flesh that covered her vagina, and his gleaming eyes watched hawk-like as the softly yielding crevice gradually parted. He could see a slight dew of moisture forming and pearling on the tender muscles, Dot unwillingly let her backside slip wider and wider apart.
Gene slowly moved his face forward until his lips were a scant few inches from the golden downy pubic hair that covered the sensitive lips of her vagina, and his nostrils flared as the sweet odor of her sex drifted incitingly toward him. He swallowed deeply as his thumbs pressured outward, and her delicate coral inner flesh suddenly flowered open to his hungry gaze. It was satiny smooth and a slight moisture from her secretions was visible in the gray afternoon light, glistening wetly on the sleek flesh.
Winking at the others in a signal to watch, Gene took a deep breath and expelled it softly into the moistly open crevice. Almost as if in reply, Dot quivered and a faint groan escaped from between her open lips. She tried to move a little, but the pressure of the other boys' hands were still too strong against her shoulders. Her struggles were becoming less impassioned now as the gorgeous divorcee's horrified fear was gradually being overcome by her body's instinctive reaction to the torturing touch of Gene's hands and the warmth of his breath against the exposed secret parts of her helplessly pinioned body.
The lovely woman fought to stifle a moan rising in her throat, and she struggled to ignore the tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure that were beginning to ripple in the depths of her flat little belly. Nevertheless, her desperately straining muscles now had begun to relax involuntarily into a soft receptiveness. A new sensation had replaced the terror and the harsh blows that had been inflicted on her helpless form as a light, gently teasing sensation of warmth flowed over her defenseless genitals. Suddenly, she found it hard to hold the thought that she was being blackmailed into a vicious sex party by a group of high school hoodlums. A long, low sigh escaped her lips as she felt another rush of the warm moist air float tantalizingly over the heated valley between the open moons of her softly rounded buttocks.
The tension in the room was almost electric, and each of the teenagers smiled in relief as they heard the soft sound of surrender from the beautiful older woman kneeling nakedly on the couch.
Smiling in lewd triumph, Gene pressed his face forward, pushing his open mouth hard against the desire-swollen wetness of her heated vaginal slit. The teacher squirmed fearfully for a moment, and he tightened his hands on her buttocks so that she couldn't slip away. Then, with one quick flick of his thick wet tongue, he slid it between the warm fleshy folds of her cunt.
Her gasp of pleased surprise resounded through the room, causing the naked youngsters to crowd closer for a better view of the ravishment of the woman's soft pink pussy by Gene's tongue. She had jerked forward with the first hot teasing contact, but an .involuntary spasm of delight quickly forced her buttocks back hard against his grinning face. Her vaginal passage began to automatically expand and contract, clenching tightly around the smoothly burrowing length of his tongue sunk deep inside her. Her breath exploded down into the cushions in small quick gasps that muffled themselves into tiny mewling grunts as she twisted her face harder and harder into the couch. He curled and flicked the searing pointed tip of his tongue up inside her excitedly quivering pussy while her buttocks swayed almost out of control around his face.
"Jesus, that's far out!" one of the boys breathed softly in awe at the unbelievable sight of the beautiful older woman's sudden and complete surrender to Gene's flushed young face bobbing obscenely between her sleek, trembling thighs. The ring had tightened in closer around her and several of the youths were frantically stroking their heavily laden young cocks in an effort to relieve the passions that were building up in their bodies well past the danger point. The two youngsters at the other end of the sofa released Dot's shoulders and moved around to watch more closely. There was no longer any need to hold her down.
Gene basked in the admiration of his friends as he worked hungrily over the widespread tightness of the teacher's cunt, his pink wet tongue thrusting and withdrawing, plunging into her again and again making a wet sluicing noise with each merciless lunge. Her little cries were lengthening out to one long continuous moan as his tongue suddenly located her hard, throbbing clitoris and licked and sucked savagely at the tiny knob. His face dove farther into the damp warm crevice, and his mouth sucked and teased at it, gleefully tantalizing her with the sharp tips of his teeth, while she wantonly writhed and churned her up-thrust buttocks above him in a lewd dance of unleashed desire.
"Oooooooooooh, yes, oooooooooh yes," she chanted deliriously, her body and mind completely lost in the whirlpools of sensation that arose from the delicious sucking of her loins.
Gene grinned with lewd and triumphant satisfaction as he felt the lithe muscles of her softly pliant buttocks hollowing and contracting spasmodically around the sides of his cheeks in an exhibition of wild untamed animal lust that was unlike anything he had ever seen. Her succulently wet cunt flowered opened wider and wider and her lusting moistness increased with each further second his sucking mouth worked at her wide-stretched split. Her warmly perfumed juices ran in narrow trickles down the sides of the boy's cheeks and down the inside of her smoothly working loins into the hollowing flesh of her soft inner thighs.
Gene could sense that the gorgeous teacher was almost ready to cum. The wild abandoned tempo of her grinding loins told him it was time to drive his cock into the softness of her hot little belly so that he could feel the warm throbbing walls of her cunt clenching around his hardness when she exploded. He wanted to hear her cries of ecstasy and fill her with his cum until she would never forget this afternoon as long as she lived. He wanted to stretch her so wide that she would never even be able to feel another prick again.
The redhead felt his thick virile penis tingling with anticipation while he worked at her loins with his relentlessly sucking mouth. Then, he could stand it no longer. He had to fuck her now and quick! He pulled his face away from the warm wet folds of her quivering vagina and slithered up to his knees, working his hips into position opposite the wetly glistening opening of her buttocks.
Around him, the waiting group of youngsters ogled the scene with renewed interest.
"Wow, look! He's really gonna fuck her now!" A blonde boy hissed excitedly to Rod who stood silently beside him. The principal's son gulped nervously and then reached out to run his trembling fingers lightly over Dot's upturned haunches, gaping and blinking as though he thought he might be in a dream.
"Jesus, yeah," breathed another youth who was kneeling beside the couch. His eyes wide with wonder, this boy slipped his hand between her bent body and the cushions of the couch and began to knead and squeeze the satiny smooth flesh of her full swelling breasts. The boy teased and pinched at the tiny bud-like nipples until they became hard as pebbles, and Dot involuntarily moaned at the thrilling sensation that fluttered hotly down to her writhing loins below.
Gene was crouched behind her now, his huge pulsing white cock held tightly between his fingers. The flaring blood-filled head was aimed at the soft, hair-fringed opening of her wetly throbbing cunt as his fevered gaze locked on the gleaming whiteness of her naked ripe body.
Only an inch of space separated her excitedly quivering vagina and the heavy purple tip of his long throbbing cock now, and he pressed her buttocks wider apart so that all the other youngsters could see the narrow moistly throbbing slit more clearly. His cock jerked painfully as the tiny brown opening of her puckered little anus came into view, and the boy wondered momentarily if he should really pay her back and fuck her in the ass. But he abandoned the lewd thought as he saw a gleaming dewdrop of moisture oozing slowly from the swollen, inflamed head of his pulsating prick. He had to fuck her now, or it would be too late!
Dot barely remembered what had happened to her to place her in this compromising position, naked and surrounded by a group of lusting, panting teenage boys. The only thing she knew for certain was that the hot pointed tongue had ceased its fiery ministrations to the wet crevice up between her thighs and just as she had been on the verge of a beautiful climax. Now the tender sensitive flesh that had been so soothingly laved by Gene's lips and tongue a few moments before felt hungry and empty, a burning hole in her being that begged to be filled. There was no excuse for her mindless passion at that moment, surrounded as she was by the leering young boys who had so cruelly tricked and blackmailed her, but she wasn't searching for justifications any more. It had felt so good, and now she was teetering on the edge of a breathtaking orgasm, just waiting to be fulfilled. There was only one thing she wanted now a cock, a big stiff penis to fill the aching need inside her. Consequently, she ground her nakedly gleaming buttocks back toward the boy behind her, silently praying that he would quickly stuff his long hard shaft of lust-engorged flesh into her impatient hot womb before she lost her mind from frustration.
"Oh, do it to me," Dot gasped, quaking at the unbearable frustrations that were searing her frazzled nerve ends. "For God's sake Gene, fuck me now!"
As she heard the youngster's around the couch whoop victoriously, the beautiful blonde knew that her humiliation and degradation were now complete. She had never acted so shamelessly wanton in her life, but she didn't even care now. The redheaded boy's tongue had ignited the hidden hot streak in her, and her sensually ripe body trembled and shook with the need to be filled...filled to the bursting with Gene's massively erect cock. She felt a little shudder of horror as she remembered the enormous male instrument she had seen when Rod's friend had removed his undershorts, but her fear did not match her rampaging lust. She mindlessly pressed her creamy white buttocks back toward the smirking auburn-haired youngster who crouched behind her, searching with her still-inflamed pussy for the monstrous pulsating pole of flesh that was about to rip her belly asunder.
The awestruck youngsters all crowded closer and closer to the couch as Gene slowly pressed the great bulging head of his penis against the narrow pulsating opening of her nakedly waiting vagina, the rubbery knob tentatively nuzzling the ragged pink edges of flesh. Gene poised himself behind the captive teacher, then the muscles of his buttocks tightened as he brutally gripped the tiny waist of her bent and quivering body, slowly, the blunt-nosed flaring cock-head positioned itself over the wet, wide-stretched opening of Dot's cunt and then, with a sharp flick of his hips, Gene forced the chunky blood-filled tip into the hotly quivering lips of her pussy, inhumanly stretching the soft fleshy opening almost to the bursting point.
"Aaaaaaaaaggggh! No! Stop!" she screamed, rolling her head insanely into the cushions at the agonizing pain of the first intrusion. "You're...tooooooo big!"
"Hold 'er down, guys," Gene commanded his friends with a sadistic grin. "She's never had a man's prick in her before!" He turned to smirk at Rod, who flushed in anger and embarrassment.
Three teenaged boys pinioned Dot's body to the cushions as the redheaded youth flexed his buttocks forward again. The tip of his lust-swollen cock submerged another torturous inch. The futilely struggling teacher tried desperately to kick free of the punishing impalement, but eager hands of the lusting, wide-eyed boys held her writhing body tightly in place.
"Pleeeeeeeeeeease, nooooooo! God, it's too big!" she cried piteously, certain that she was being split wide apart from the back as she was bent helplessly forward on the couch. The pain was shattering, coursing through her captive body like a thousand red-hot needles pricking into her tortured flesh.
Ignoring her frantic pleas, the cruelly grinning teenager jerked his hips back and rammed forward again, driving the invading cudgel another excruciating inch into her tightly resisting passageway.
Dot could feel hot breath coursing over her nakedly sweating body as the watching youngsters hovered over her, their faces within inches of her soft, voluptuous flesh. Dizzy with the pain of the monstrous impalement, she was only vaguely aware of hands reaching out to clutch and squeeze at her heavily dangling breasts, and fingers traveling over every part of her flesh until it felt as though every pore of her kneeling body was being caressed and fondled.
"Please, nooooooo... " she sobbed back over her shoulder, half-hysterical with fear, tears gushing out from under the fluttering lashes of her unseeing eyes.
The lanky, auburn haired boy leered unfeelingly down at the sobbing, struggling woman as though savoring her wild distress, and then he suddenly plunged forward with a crushing thrust of his lean hips that drove the immense cock deep into her tight resisting passage, pushing great waves of rippling pink flesh before it.
Rod trembled and swayed on her knees as the huge, heatedly pulsating rod of flesh tore relentlessly into her belly, crushing her tender inner organs as it drove deeper and deeper into the depths of her body. It felt as though it were about to burst through her throat, out of her mouth, if it didn't stop soon. But still the relentlessly impaling penis continued to plow into her, shattering her consciousness with overwhelming waves of depraved sensuality. Her mind seemed to be fading away until there was nothing left in the world but this huge lust-swollen shaft tunneling into her tight narrow channel.
Suddenly, it stopped. With a brain-rattling jolt, Gene's pelvis thudded heavily against the brutally stretched globes of her buttocks, and his immense sperm-bloated testicles banged against the tingling bud of her clitoris.. The unbelievable shaft of hard muscle lay embedded to the hilt in Dot's tortured pussy, filling every part of her insides.
The gloating youth held still above the blonde divorcee for a moment, until the groaning woman could adjust to the presence of the hot throbbing hardness planted in her belly. He stared down at her face on the cushions as the pain-twisted muscles began a slow relaxation, her tightly-gnashed teeth opening slightly in surprise as her inhumanly stretched vaginal passage grew gradually accustomed to the gigantic invading spear of flesh. At last, her eyes opened slowly and she stared blindly out toward the boys surrounding the couch, still speechless with shock.
"Now aren't you sorry you were so shitty to me in the schoolyard, baby?" he tauntingly asked her, still not moving over her impaled body. "Did anyone ever stuff your tight little pussy like this before?"
Dot could barely believe her ears. After humiliating her thoroughly and then raping her with his abnormally large penis, this hoodlum actually expected her to tell him she was enjoying the horrible ordeal. She stared furiously back up at him for a moment, then snapped, "You...you're nothing but a vicious little hoodlum. A cruel sadistic sex maniac. Now, will you please do whatever you're going to do and let me go...Aaaaaaaaaaagggh!"
The lovely blonde cringed and gasped as she felt him flex the head of his gigantic prick deep up in her belly, causing a new series of pains to shoot through her as the monstrous stalk of flesh jerked up another half-inch inside her tightly packed pussy.
"That's what you get when you're bitchy, baby," he gleefully advised her.
She was just about to retort when she felt him flex again and again. At first, she groaned, her teeth clenching and her body stiffening with the agony of the unwanted intrusion. Then, Gene began to grin broadly as her cries of protest gradually grew softer, her throbbing passage miraculously becoming once again adjusted to the immense thick cock. The sadistic youngster began a slowly gyrating motion with his pelvis, grinding his loins into her helplessly up-thrust buttocks, stretching the still-cringing walls of her vagina until the enormous penis fitted tightly in the sheath of her cunt like a piston in a well-oiled cylinder.
The other young boys stared lustfully at the spectacle of the massively rigid buried weapon, whispering in amazement that the tight tiny hole they had seen before could have swallowed the whole of the immense male member. Dot felt a smooth, youthful hand start to rub lewdly over the full twin moons of her skewered buttocks. Another boy's fingers pulled curiously at the wide-stretched fleshy lips that clamped so tightly around the broad base of Gene's deeply embedded prick, then slipped upward, to her tiny puckered anus, flirting teasingly with the sensitive opening like another flicking tongue. She winced and jerked involuntarily as the outstretched lubricated finger paused, and then suddenly popped through the tight surrounding nether ring, worming deeply into the tender spongy flesh inside. Tiny bursts of protest broke from her lips at this final indignity, but the finger dug in relentlessly, cruelly expanding the tiny wrinkled aperture until the palm of the impaling hand lay flat against her asscheeks, the entire finger solidly implanted inside her dryly throbbing tunnel.
Dot vainly tried to twist free of the obscenely skewering finger. Her vaginal passage felt stretched and torn beyond all possible repair, and the dual ravishing of her loins with a boy's probing, wiggling finger buried deep in her rectum made her feel all the more degraded and used. She tried to stir as she felt the initial pain easing with the stillness of her body, but the lust-incited youth twisted his finger more harshly, stretching and expanding the tender inner flesh of her rectal walls until she thought it would split from the almost unbearable pressure. She watched in angry helplessness as another reached out to cup her naked breast, teasing and pulling at its proudly round firmness until it seemed that it would burst any minute from the boy's fascinated manipulations.
Kneeling over Dot's jackknifed trembling form, Gene began a painful sawing motion in and out of the beautiful woman's moistly stretched pussy with long, plunging strokes. His nostrils flared as he thrust forward mercilessly from the apex of each withdrawal and battered her nakedly beleaguered body back down into the cushions with every forward stroke. The panting older boy slipped his hands down to the rounded curves of her hips, holding tight to them as he slipped the warm shaft sheath of her throbbing vagina back over the thickness of his hotly pulsating cock as though he were thrusting his hand into a tiny greased glove. The finger skewering in and out her ass joined the massively pistoning cock to form a rhythmic fucking team that wrung groans of pain and gasps of unwilling pleasure in measured cadence with their simultaneous ravishment of her loins.
The angry humiliation and agonizing pain she had felt only a few minutes before was fading now and, in its place, an odd sensation of tingling pleasure began to flow through Dot's sensually awakening body. The outrageous debasement and subjugation she had experienced that afternoon had begun to build up to a strange masochistic excitement that was seizing control of her mind and body, making her forget everything but the lovely feeling of being fucked half to death by a massively heated cock almost as big around as her arm. Her voluptuous naked buttocks began to rotate experimentally backward with her first attempt at movement since the torturous impalement. Feeling no pain, she allowed herself to follow the rhythm of the penis and finger fucking into her, grinding her hips back with increasing speed to match the movements of the youth behind her. The boys around her still reached out to pinch and knead at her soft, white flesh, driving her to even greater heights of passionate fervor.
"Oh, yes, fuck me...fuck me, fuck me," she crooned now, squirming her body lustfully to meet the crawling hands and fingers clutching at her tingling flesh. Her eyes opened and gazed around her in blurred ecstasy. On every side of her, she could see naked boys, many holding tightly to their virile young cocks, stroking in time to the monstrously swollen member fucking into her wildly pulsating cunt and the unknown finger drubbing ceaselessly into her clenching rectum like another invading penis. She was a prisoner, surrounded by long hard shafts of wonderful flesh, and she had lost her will to be free. She was lost, almost unconscious with delight at the merciless assaults of her wildly rejoicing cunt and anus, strapped between their slamming battering strokes like a trapped animal.
"Oh, God, don't stop! Don't stop! Fuck me, fuck me!" she cried huskily into the air, rotating her upturned ass faster and faster to keep pace with the two pistons of flesh and finger pummeling into her loins like a devilish fucking machine. Her entire being was centered around those two skewering rods and nothing else was important no shame, no fear, nothing in the world but the pulsing reality of the hard flesh riveting into her hot steaming furrow.
In the excited group of naked youngsters that surrounded the lewdly writhing couple on the couch, Rod Kan's dark eyes smoldered resentfully. The slim, brunette boy stood near Dot's head and watched angrily as the gorgeous blonde woman who had told him that she was used to "men" now strained and bucked under Gene's pounding loins, rotating her smoothly curving hips in wild little circles around the older boy's gigantic pistoning cock. She was loving it, he thought bitterly, remembering how she had tried to shoo him out of the house before Gene and his friends arrived. He remembered how he had kissed her in the bedroom yesterday afternoon, then pummeled his own long slender prick into the deliriously clasping warmth of her pussy until he came. Suddenly, the disillusioned youngster realized that she had not really been in love with him at all, the way he had thought. Why, she had probably been laughing at him all the time!
The mortifying thought seared through his mind like a blazing lightning bolt, and abruptly he wanted to pay her back, to make her hurt until she knew how much she had hurt his tender adolescent feelings. For a moment, he spitefully thought of calling his father on the telephone to tell him about what his precious Dot was doing right that minute, but then he realized that he would probably get in as much trouble as she. The humiliated youngster glowered hatefully down at the beautiful blonde woman's lust-contorted face on the couch cushions, and he vengefully imagined how nice it would be to shove his penis right in her mouth, just like Gene said you sometimes did with whores! The very idea made his virile young cock tingle with angry passion. In an abrupt burst of furious determination, Rod dropped to his knees beside the couch.
As Gene swept into her with a growing frantic need, Dot matched his every movement, straining once again for the peak of sensation that was so near, so very near. Dimly she heard the excited murmurings of the boys around the couch, and she momentarily remembered what had happened that afternoon, but even the horror of her situation could not dim her mounting passion. She had been forced to do this, she had no choice, he reasoned dizzily...it was not her fault if she enjoyed it.
Suddenly, she was aware of a movement on the couch cushion under her head and she turned her face to see a long, boyish penis being pressed toward her face. It was another moment before she realized that the youngster's fingers were fumbling with her lips, trying to force open her mouth. The youth was holding her head down sideways with the flat of his palm against her flushed cheek and with his other hand he was trying to jam the smooth rubbery head of his cock into her mouth.
"C'mon, you whore, suck my prick!"
Dot gasped in astonishment as she realized that the youthful voice coming from above her head belonged to Cal's son, Rod. She tried to mumble a protest and shake her head away, but the vengeful youngster gripped her head more tightly until she could not move and pressed the pulsing blood-filled tip harder against her tightly clenched lips.
The determined youth gasped and struggled against the closed softness of her mouth, feeling it parting little by little, until abruptly, with the aid of an extra hard lunge from the redheaded teenager impaling her from behind, she gasped. Rod's heated young cock crushed through her wetly parted lips and into the soft warm cavern of her mouth. The boy sawed viciously into her face as though it were a second cunt, and Dot choked for a moment as he brutally rammed the rampant jerking penis into her face, the full thick length of it disappearing into her tightly ovaled mouth until just a tiny bit of the broad shiny base appeared between her wide-stretched lips.
Dot's first reactions was sheer revulsion at the thought of the boy's long hard penis filling her mouth, and she gagged as Rod excitedly rammed the rock-hard rod of flesh halfway down her gullet. But then she realized that she had nothing more to lose the fleshy shaft was already pistoning relentlessly in and out of her face as though her widely ovaled lips were an incredibly warm, hairless pussy.
For a moment, she tried to struggle away from the obscene rape of her mouth, but it was useless as Gene and Rod began to thrust their heavily swollen cocks simultaneously into both ends of her body. She was dimly aware of the swinging balls dancing against her throat and the short, wiry dark pubic hair that grazed her chin and nose each time Rod shoved forward. She fought for breath, managing to catch tiny gasps of air on the out-strokes of the boy's brutally jerking thrusts.
"Oh God," she groaned inwardly as they pummeled her voluptuously kneeling body back and forth between them, using her captive mouth and cunt as receptacles into which they would pump their boiling white sperm. She was no longer able to think or feel and, in a near trancelike state, she watched the length of Rod's slim boyish cock where it rose from the light thatch of brunette pubic hair and slipped into her mouth like a warm, throbbing broomstick. She no longer felt human, but like a great mass of quivering flesh created just for this erotically degrading moment.
But then, the very helplessness of her situation flickered through her mind again, and the humiliation of being buffeted mercilessly between two rigidly-swollen pricks began to excite her even more. She imagined what she must look like here on her own couch being fucked by two nakedly lusting teenaged boys. The salacious mental image excited her, and she began to feel the fiery feeling of urgent need rekindling deep in her belly. She squeezed her heatedly rippling cunt muscles around the giant fleshy pole burrowing into her vagina from behind, and her lips began to nibble tentatively at the thrusting boyish cock in her mouth. It was the first time she had ever tasted a penis, and she explored its every pore and ridge.
Swirling her tongue-tip around the swollen blood-filled head, she probed hotly into the tiny opening on the knobby tip.
Dot was slowly being overcome by the strangest feeling of her life she wanted Gene and Rod and all the other boys to use her body, to use it in any lewd perverted manner they desired. After all, she deserved it for seducing poor young Rod, and now she was getting her proper punishment and strangely loving it. She wanted to feel Gene's giant cock exploding, to fill her belly with his hot sticky cum, and she longed to feel Rod's fresh young semen pouring down her throat. Drunk on the strange masochistic excitement that was suddenly surging through her veins, Dot sucked hungrily at the long hard cock hammering into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and bloating with every thrust. She wanted it to erupt in her mouth, to swallow Rod's sperm until her stomach was as filled as her cunt. She wanted to feel the creamy warmth of their thick sticky juices as they shot into her from both ends of her tortured body.
Behind her, Gene was building toward the end. He began to thrust into her harder and faster, battering mercilessly against the quivering cheeks of her willingly upturned buttocks. His hands gripped her wantonly writhing hips, squeezing the soft satiny flesh into random crazy shapes beneath his clenching fingers. His breath became hoarse and labored, and his youthful face transformed into a grotesque mask of lust. He looked down at the lovely blonde's slender bucking body, and the sight of the woman being skewered on both ends sent chills racing up his spine.
"Golly, look at them go!" one of the boys cried tremulously from where he stood beside the couch. His hand was tightly wrapped around his own rock-hard, throbbing cock, and he stroked it madly up and down as he stared excitedly at the orgiastic spectacle before him.
Gazing awestruck from their vantage points around the writhing trio, the other teenagers nodded dumbly. They, too, were rubbing their hands up and down the hard lengths of their rampant cocks, and each secretly wished that the beautiful blonde had another place where he could shove the achingly-hard pole of flesh.
The saliva in Dot's cock-stretched mouth was becoming thick and sticky from the emissions of lubricating fluids that seeped from the end of Rod's virile young cock sunk into the warm depths of her salivating mouth. She could see Rod's slim hips straining before her face as though he were in the throes of a seizure. The teenager's strong fingers were wound tightly into her shiny blonde hair, pulling her tightly ovaled, sucking lips back and forth over the entire length of his thrusting lance of flesh. The beautiful teacher felt her own excitement mounting as the youthful penis began to throb and expand in her gluttonous mouth, ramming forward down to her tonsils as though it were trying to collide with the monstrous prick pistoning into her belly from behind. She had never felt so utterly used and debauched in her life, and yet every depraved moment seemed to bring her closer to a brain-reeling orgasm. She sucked with her mouth and wriggled her buttocks wildly as her peak approached. There was nothing else in the world now but to please Rod and his friends as well as her luscious body could, and to wallow obscenely in her own lewd pleasure at the same time.
Simultaneously with the rising tide of her own climax, she felt the massively thick penis fucking into her seething pussy begin to jerk and inflate. She felt her thighs and buttocks being swept wide apart as the auburn-haired youth drove powerfully into her, shoving his immense prick as far as it could go into her belly to spew his hot white charge into her wildly-constricting cunt. She humped back on it violently as she felt the milky white fluid flooding hotly into her dilated womb, filling it until she thought she would pop open. Then she felt it dribbling back out of the hair-covered lips of her pussy jammed back against the red-headed boy's loins. His bloated testicles slapped maddeningly against her sensitive, erect little clitoris, causing her to jerk spasmodically forward, burying the prick in her wildly sucking mouth all the way up to his pubic hair. It, too, erupted, filling her throat with the delicious salty fluid until she had to swallow rapidly to keep from choking on the great gushes of sperm that bloated her cheeks.
Her hips clasped tightly around Rod's wildly jerking prick as she swallowed in great gulps to keep from wasting a single drop of the precious boy-sperm, her mouth tightening around the fleshy shaft like an elastic band. Still, though, tiny droplets ran from the corners of her mouth as the dark-haired youngster finally tugged his spent rod, now slimy and soft, from her still-sucking lips and collapsed on the floor in front of the couch. Thin gleaming strings of cum hung from her slack shiny lips, connecting her mouth to the deflated cock only a few inches away.
Still desperately straining for the orgasm she needed so badly, Dot skewered her ass up tightly against the still-squirting penis in her unsatisfied cunt, and suddenly every muscle in her lushly sensual body tensed and began to quiver. Her climax rippled through her in great sensual waves of pleasure, with cum flooding out around the frantically pulsating shaft buried in her cunt to seep out in thick warm rivulets and mix with Gene's creamy sperm dribbling down her sleek inner thighs. She was still trembling insanely as the redheaded youth's deflating cock slipped wetly from her drenched pussy, letting gushes of cool air come rushing into the unplugged opening between her up-thrust buttocks.
After that, she no longer had any conception of time or personalities, but fucked and sucked as she was directed by Gene or one of the other boys. Dot was beyond humiliation or any sort of emotion. Her body still reacted with orgasm after orgasm, but her strength had left her and she mechanically did what she was told to do.
She was nothing now but an unthinking instrument in the red-headed delinquent's revenge against her and all of society, and she weakly moved her body to comply with his sneering commands. She did not see Rod again, and there was nothing in her world but beautiful boy cock: big cock, little cocks, long, hot, thick, skinny...cocks to fuck and cocks to suck. It didn't matter anymore...
Many hours later, when the little house was silent again at last, Dot stumbled up from the cum-smeared couch, called Cal to break their date for that night, then staggered into her bedroom to fall into a deep, exhausted sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The Sunday morning sun was blindingly bright on the fresh snow that blanketed the little town of Wilton. Dot squinted against the glaring brilliance of the light as she walked carefully along the icy sidewalks toward Cal's house, returning the greetings of the many people she knew who were coming home from the morning church services. It was a beautiful day, and the town looked like a picture postcard with the snow-covered Green Mountains rising up in the background, glistening like huge diamonds in the sunlight. Even the squat ugly buildings of the Come Textile Mills were masked by the new-fallen snow and seemed like another little village at the foot of the nearest mountain, a few miles outside of town.
Dot paused for a moment on the sidewalk, staring pensively at the mill, and wondered dully almost uncaringly how much money Cal would get from Mrs. Come for his campaign. Almost every man in town worked at the textile factory and the blonde teacher was certain that the Come family could easily afford to finance the entire election, if they were so inclined. And perhaps after today, it might be easier for Cal to convince the beautiful Mrs. Come to give him his funds, she mused sadly. She remembered the sensually inviting smile she had seen on Mrs. Come's face in the newspaper photo and again she felt the same certainty that the woman had a very personal interest in the handsome high school principal.
Well, what of it? Dot shrugged as she began to walk once again toward Cal's home. After today, it wouldn't matter anyway. Dot was about to give Cal his freedom to do whatever he pleased; or rather, she was going to confess everything to him! And then...well, there was no doubt that they would both have their freedom after she told him how she had seduced his innocent teenaged son!
When she arrived at the big brick house that Cal shared with Rod, Dot had to summon all her courage to keep from walking right by the white door that faced the street. The thought flickered through her mind that it would be so much easier to just break off her affair with Cal and never tell him why...but she couldn't do that. Deep in her heart, she knew that she loved the handsome dark-haired man more than anything in the world, and she was honor-bound to tell him what she had done to his little boy.
She pressed the doorbell and listened nervously as a series of chimes sounded within the house. Heavy footsteps approached the front door. For a panicky moment, she considered running away before Cal discovered that she had come to visit him. But before she could decide, the door opened and she was face to face with her tall, good-looking fianc'.
"D-darling, I've come to talk to you," she began hesitantly, an anxious smile on her face as she wracked her brain for what to say to him. "May I come in?"
To her amazement, Cal did not immediately smile and invite her inside, but stood glowering in the doorway, his intelligent eyes dark with displeasure. "I should think you might want to discuss things with me, Dot," he finally said, stepping back slowly to allow her to enter the house. "We haven't seen each other for a few days, but I hear you've been using your time to great advantage. Come into my study where we can talk privately."
Her heart sinking at his words, the beautiful blonde stepped inside the house and walked silently into the front bedroom that Cal had converted into a library and study for the work he brought home from the school. It was abundantly clear that her fianc' had heard something of what had happened, and she did not remove her coat, but stood apprehensively in the center of the room as he closed the door and walked to his chair behind the desk.
"Shall I begin or would you like to say something first?" Dot asked with as much dignity as she could summon as she watched him sit down without looking at her.
"I don't think you need to say anything," Cal advised her coldly. "My son came home yesterday afternoon in tears. He told me a story I was hard-pressed to believe, but Rod never lies.
Didn't you think it was strange when I didn't ask you why you broke our date last night?"
"I...I was rather upset when I talked to you," Dot managed. "I only came over here today because I thought you deserved an explanation."
Cal's eyes seemed to stare right through her as he said "Well, I think I deserve something too...but you can keep your explanations. Whatever it is, it's not good enough."
Though she thought she had braced herself for whatever he might say, the lovely teacher winced at his words. She could not bring herself to look into his face for the furious outrage he felt seemed to radiate out from his body like a biting north wind, and Dot felt a wave of goose bumps pass over her flesh despite the heavy winter coat she was wearing. Somewhere in her mind she had allowed herself to hope against all reason that they might somehow be able to forget all that she had done and go on loving each other, but now she saw that he would never be able to forgive her. The realization was shattering, especially after all she had been through yesterday afternoon with the blackmailing youngsters. Yet the knowledge that she was alone now gave her the courage to lift her chin and ask him, "What do you think you deserve, Cal?"
"What you never gave me, baby, what you had with my son," he spat, bolting to his feet and striding around the desk to where she stood. His blazing eyes raked over her firmly pointed breasts and downward to her slender waist and curvaceous hips, apparent even through her bulky coat. "Do you think you could fit me into your Fuck Schedule somewhere in between the children?
"Oh God...don't say things like that...don't make it more difficult for me..." she pled, tears welling up.
"Difficult for you?" he gasped hoarsely, her words infuriating him even more. He glared at her bowed blonde head, watching her soft slender hands cover her face in obvious shame, and he felt uncontrollable jolts of confused and horrified anger burning savagely in his stomach. He could not stop himself from imagining what had happened...his own son, a mere baby fucking the woman he thought he loved! "What about Rod? What about me? I spent months trying to get you to kiss me, for God's sake. Now, you're going to do exactly what I tell you, or I swear I'll have you in jail before dinnertime!"
With that he grabbed her wrist and pulled her tightly against him, his brain suddenly swirling in vindictive lust. He heard her gasp of surprised shock as his powerful arms wrapped around her, crushing her to him. Before she could speak, his mouth mashed down on hers, completely engulfing her softly yielding lips, his tongue spearing between them.
Dot stiffened against him, but only briefly as she recalled how much she had hurt him and the terrible wrong she had done to Rod. She did not have the strength or will to fight him, and her mouth opened passively to the pillage of his hot tongue. Her trembling body relaxed against his as he slowly forced her down to the floor, his right hand pressing inside her coat to harshly grip one softly up-thrust breast.
"Oh... oh, Cal, what have I done to you...? " she whimpered in grief. "How can I make it up to you?"
"You can't," he hissed bitterly. "Just do what you're best at, play the whore! You can do for the father what you did for the son...no more, no less!"
His vehement, degrading words were like razor slashes cutting at her very soul, and for a moment Dot's blood felt icy in her veins. Damn him...damn him! she fumed, her stance of abject apology suddenly changing to angry irritation. Not only would he never forgive her, but she suddenly realized that he wanted nothing from her but to selfishly use her body as obscene revenge. Well, all right, she thought furiously, if that was what he wanted she would give it to him...in spades!
Cal clutched her to him tightly, running his hand over her shapely nylon-clad thigh beneath her dress. He kissed her harshly and she opened her mouth to his lancing tongue, sucking at it with surprising fervor. He felt his rage dulling slightly as his thick heavy cock began to lurch in his pants and he mauled her body more brutally in an effort to feed his self-righteous anger. His hands raked over her warmly rounded buttocks and thighs, then up under her coat over her ribs to her pointed fleshy breasts through her dress. Christ, she is beautiful, he thought dazedly. Why...why did she have to do it with Rod?
"Hey!" Dot protested softly beneath his ungentle hand. Then, suddenly, she squirmed away from his grip, got to her feet and stepped back out of his reach.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Cal shot at her.
"Right here, darling," she answered coolly. "You said you wanted a whore...well, I'm going to give you the whole show!"
She half turned away from him and began to undress with all the seductive skill of a high-priced call girl. Her coat, her woolen dress, then her half-slip and pantyhose drifted down to the floor around her dainty feet. She moved slowly, provocatively, not looking at him and without the slightest trace of lewdness in her movements. Her very nonchalance caused his hardening cock to throb excitedly in his trousers. The last garments were her brassiere and panties; and she stripped them off and flung them casually onto his desk, smiling as she felt his gaze burning lustfully on her satiny cream-white flesh.
"Well, darling, do you just want a peep-show...or are you going to get undressed too?" she inquired wryly, staring pointedly down at the massive bulge in his trouser crotch.
In wordless reply, the grim-faced man rose to his feet and began speedily tearing off his clothing, his fiery dark eyes never leaving her alluring nakedness. Then, without warning, he pulled her down to the floor again, and they lay pressed together nakedly; his huge lust-hardened cock trapped in the warm crevice between her inner thighs.
"Now, Cal...I want you to fuck me," she groaned huskily. "I want you to fill me with your big hard cock and fuck me until I'm barely alive."
"With pleasure, you slut!" he rasped, tearing himself from her impassioned grip and lying back on the carpet. His lean muscular body arched upward, and his long rock-hard shaft speared into the air obscenely. "Get on it, bitch!"
Dot gaped wonderingly at the sight, watching as he spread his thighs open to reveal his heavy hair-covered balls hanging proudly between them. She didn't need any further invitation. Kneeling with her knees splayed widely on either side of the high school principal's ribs, she immediately felt his long sensitive fingertips smoothing up her inner thighs to her throbbingly tight vaginal lips, spreading the fleshy, hair-framed flanges open to expose the moist inner pinkness to his lusting gaze. When she groaned involuntarily at his touch, his lingers began to work furiously over her tiny erected clitoris, bringing it to a more and more pronounced state until, with a throaty groan, Dot leaned forward on her knees and grabbed his massively thick cock, trying desperately to stuff the hot flesh into the widespread narrowness of her waiting slit.
"It won't go in, it's too big," she murmured anxiously as she squirmed her loins over the blunt knob of the towering rampant penis. Her full heavy breasts swayed and quivered as she vainly tried to jam the thick knobby tip through the puffy pink lips of her vagina. But then, Cal reached up and wrapped his big hands tightly around her waist, watching as she aimed the shaft's great flaring head directly under the opening of her vagina. When he saw that the position was right, he yanked her nakedly kneeling body down over the thick pole of flesh.
For a moment, the natural resistance of the swollen rubbery head pressing with brutal force against the small elastic opening of her soft tender cunt brought a protesting moan from deep in the lovely blonde's throat. Then, however, it suddenly slipped past the tightness of the outer lips and wedged into the softly yielding sensitive flesh beyond. With a low animal-like cry, Dot began to sink down on the long fleshy rod as Cal drove his hips upward to slide the monstrous shaft into her like a never-ending greased piston slipping far up into her belly.
Flattening her knees out so that they pressed against Cal's slim hips, Dot slid lower and lower on the giant penis, moaning with rapture all the way down. Then she lifted herself up on her knees so that the heavily laden cock, gleaming with moisture from her vaginal secretions, came whitely into view. With a soul rending gasp, she drove her hips back down again, driving the whole of his pulsating length up inside her until it crashed bluntly against her cervix. The beautiful blonde teacher began to jerk rhythmically up and down, sliding back and forth over the immense pole with increasing speed until she felt as though she were about to have an orgasm simply by her own manipulations.
Both Dot and Cal were so involved in their passionate writhing that neither of them were aware of the sound of the front door of the house banging open and closed again. It was not until the door to the study flew open that Dot ceased her up and down movements and looked back over her shoulder in surprise.
"Hey, Dad, she wasn't ho-" Rod's young voice said loudly, then faded out as his wide eyes took in the obscene spectacle on the carpet in the middle of his father's study. "Gosh, you're fucking her too," his astonished voice finally went on. "How come? I thought..."
"For old time's sake, son," the older man explained dryly, as he ground his hips up into Dot's hot, softly yielding crevice, causing her to moan in excitement. His eyes hardened as he suddenly remembered why Dot was there, nakedly submissive on his study floor, and he waved the youngster inside. "Come in and join the fun, Rod. If there is one thing a whore likes better than one cock, it's two of them. We'll give her a real treat," he said harshly.
"Oh, Cal, don't make it worse than it is," Dot protested faintly, knowing that she had no real grounds for complaint. After all, she had hurt the son as much as the father, and what difference did a bit more humiliation make at this point, she thought wearily. She hung her head miserably as she heard the study door close, and the quiet rustle of buttons and zippers again filled the book-lined room as Rod began to strip off his clothing.
Then suddenly Dot gasped in alarm as she felt Cal's strong fingers reaching around her hips to open her buttocks drawing the soft, fleshy ass cheeks wide apart. She tried wriggling away as she felt one of the man's fingers touch the tiny, now completely defenseless ring of her anus. She tried to tense her buttocks together, but the pressure of his thumbs inserted in the moist crevice was too great. Her satin-smooth buttocks were stretched cruelly away from each other until she could feel cool air rushing in to lave the warm interior between her thighs. "What are you doing, Cal? Stop that!" she cried anxiously.
"Oh, we're going to give you a little surprise," he said coolly as he began to thrust his hips upward again, pistoning his huge stone-hard penis in and out of her tingling vaginal passage. "How would you like to be fucked by two men at the same time...a real sandwich!"
Dot gave a little cry of protest, tears coming to her eyes as she abruptly realized what Cal was planning to do to her. He wanted his son to make love to her in her tiny virginal back passage. She would never live through this she could never face anyone again after this ultimate degradation and subjugation. Yesterday's nightmare with Gene and all his friends had been tame compared to this. What had ever made her think that Cal might understand what had happened to her? He was even worse than Gene, a horrible fiend!
She sensed Rod's lithe young body behind her, kneeling between Cal's outstretched legs. She tried to cringe her defenselessly naked buttocks away as she felt the youngster's finger begin to tentatively probe at her tender little anus, but it was useless as Cal suddenly grabbed her hips and began to powerfully lift her body up and down like a limp sack of potatoes, skewering her mercilessly on his huge pulsing shaft.
"That's right, son, stretch it out a little bit." Cal advised the fifteen year old boy between breaths as he fucked relentlessly into Dot's belly. "Then we'll both fuck her together!"
Rod nodded and continued to probe for a minute with the tip of his outstretched middle finger at the outer edges of the small brown elastic circle, and then with a vengeful grin on his handsome young face, the boy shoved forward sinking it with a pop up to the first knuckle. Dot jumped forward from the pain, but kept silent. She would not give them the satisfaction of knowing they were hurting her.
Smiling excitedly, Rod moved the finger around in the tight tiny opening as the teacher's naked young body was propelled up and down over his father's loins. Gradually the pain lessened and she began to move her hips voluntarily to meet each powerful thrust of the massive cock thundering up into her cunt, filling her as she had never been filled before. For a breathless moment, the obscene intrusion in her rectum actually felt good, but then suddenly she felt the extra pressure of another finger ramming unexpectedly alongside the first. This time, it did hurt, and she jerked away from it in a futile attempt to escape.
Her heart sank as she felt Cal firmly pushing her back toward his son, and she realized that they really meant to do this inhuman thing to her. What had seemed like little more than a cruel joke, designed to humiliate and frighten her, was suddenly blossoming into a terrifying reality. Both males held her captive as the boy wormed his fingers more and more confidently in her wide-stretched anal passage, turning and twisting them in the tight narrow hole in preparation for the greater entry to come. The pain began to face once again and then, suddenly, the fingers were pulled out of her.
The two fingers seemed to slip out reluctantly, with the elastic ring of her anus clinging to them until they popped out with a soft sucking sound. The aroused young boy bent over her, dropping his head to her buttocks to lick wetly at the crevice between them, moistening the tiny wrinkled hole with his tongue and sending strange shivers of delight coursing over the beautiful woman's back. Cal stopped his lewd pumping, and Dot saw him nod to his son.
Then she felt Cal's hand jerk her hips higher, momentarily freeing her from the impalement of his monstrously throbbing cock. He grasped harshly at her soft hips, holding them steady before his son as the youngster impressed his long slender penis in her passion-drenched vaginal slit. Then, squeezing it tightly in his hand, the youngster guided his hotly pulsing cock forward until it touched the tight little anus and pressed hard against it.
Dot shuddered in fear at the first contact. She tried desperately to wriggle away, but both father and son held her securely pinioned between them. She felt Rod's smooth loins behind her, and his virile young penis searching and probing into her upturned buttocks. Then, she felt a direct pressure between his thumbs that was soft and rubbery at first before growing into an unrelenting hardness.
"Oh no, please, aaaaaaagggghhh!" she screamed as she felt the tight resisting nether ring of her anus suddenly give way before the pressure of Rod's heatedly pulsating penis, its head popping inside her with a painfully stretching jerk. She pleaded and babbled incoherent pleas for mercy as the blunt intrusion of the teenager's throbbing shaft vibrated through every fiber of her being, pushing the soft velvety flesh of her wide-stretched anal passage in great painful waves before it. She groaned with agony as it sank deeper...on and on into her until she felt the curly hair of his young loins smack into the softness of her nakedly squirming buttocks. Rod's long hard penis was completely buried up inside of her virginal little rectum all the way to the hilt!
Tears of anguish began to well up into her blue eyes and overflowed onto her cheeks as the lust-hardened shaft in her wide-stretched back passage jerked experimentally within her. Then, Cal wrapped his hands around Dot's waist once again and drove her down hard over his own impatiently waiting shaft. It slithered tightly into her moistly open pussy and the beautiful blonde moaned deliriously as she realized that she was hopelessly impaled on the two hotly throbbing penises of father and son. She could feel the thickness of the one in her rectum begin to rub against the older man's monstrous organ below, separated only slightly by the thin membrane between her vagina and her back passage. But even as she squirmed to escape the inhuman impalement, the teacher suddenly realized that there was a minimum of pain and that the stuffed sensation in her belly was becoming weirdly pleasurable. Tentatively, she began to move backward to meet the jerking thrusts of the two male loins.
There was no further delay. Rod began to fuck furiously into the tender inner flesh of her rectum while his father began thrusting deep into her wetly clasping pussy with smooth hard strokes that made the floor beneath them squeak in protest. As if by signal both men pulled their long fiery rods almost out of her panting body, leaving only the bloated heads within her soft wet pussy and ravaged sphincter then simultaneously they drove deep into her body until Dot felt like the two cocks were about to tear into her belly. They began to move in unison, buffeting her body between them like a sack of soft foam rubber. She uttered a single low whine of surprised pleasure as they smacked into her body with increasing passion. The pain was completely gone, and she didn't want it to stop now, not ever!
It didn't matter any more that one man hated her, that she had wantonly seduced his fifteen year old son. It was impossible to remember anything but the beautiful masochistic joy along with the sheer physical bliss that she felt from the very helplessness of her position. The lewdly exciting thought that she was being sodomized and fucked by two males at the same time filled her with a strange kind of rapture, and she slammed her hips backward to meet the upward thrusts of the two buried pricks, pulling as much of them into her asshole and cunt as she could possibly hold. She undulated wantonly between them in a delirious abandonment. A magnificent, almost volcanic, sensation was building, building higher and higher inside her, and she felt that something great was about to happen...something bigger than she had ever known before.
"Oh, oooooooooooh...Aaaaaaaaghhh!" she suddenly groaned as the waves of wonderful electric orgasm hit her loins and flooded out through her whole ecstatically writhing body, making her forget everything in the world but what she was feeling, the glorious sensations that were pounding through her body like stormy surf.
"She's cumming son," Cal grunted as he rammed his suddenly ballooning cock hard up into Dot's ravished pussy.
"Yeah, Dad, and it feel like she's gonna do it again," Rod grunted excitedly, as he felt the beautiful blonde's rectal muscles tighten more around his plunging, tightly engulfed prick.
"Christ...I...think...you're...right." Cal said with disbelief, measuring his words with a stroke apiece as he once again started pumping into her. He could feel her rippling vagina wetly tighten on him, despite how brutally stretched it was, and sensed another shudder of orgasm tear through her skewered body. She was out of her mind with desire now and throbbed out an orgasm that seemed to go on and on forever, until he thought it would never stop in preparation for the next one. Christ, could demure, proper Dot be one of those rare women who just came and came until they passed out from sheer exhaustion? It seemed impossible to Cal, and yet she quivered and groaned, tightening more and more hungrily around the two long hard cocks relentlessly pounding into her wet stretched passages. Again and again they slammed into her, fucking faster and faster. She gasped desperately for air, her pale hair spilling and swaying as she worked to get the most sensation from their steadily accelerating pace.
Then, suddenly, Dot's brain reeled anew as she heard a low animal-like groan erupt from deep in the throat of the sweating pumping man filling her ravaged cunt with his beautifully long penis. She peered down between her own dancing breasts to watch his wetly glistening cock begin to throb out its boiling hot liquid deep inside her sucking pussy. She could see it jerking forward and tunneling its way as deeply into her, as far as it could possibly go to shoot its hot flood of sperm far, far up into her wildly contracting belly.
"Oh, Christ, fuck it, baby...I'm cumming!" Cal cried up into the air. He jammed up into her crazily a last time, causing her to jump from the pain as the blunt head of his thick rampaging penis collided against her tender cervix, then he collapsed against the floor as creamy sperm began to spurt out of her tightly clasping cunt and down onto his completely drained testicles.
Dot could feel Rod's hot load building up to the bursting point as his own virile young cock thickened and flexed in her desperately contracting rectum. Gratefully, she clamped her sphincters even harder on it to speed on his orgasm. Suddenly, she felt the white bubbling river of his cum shoot, spurting and splashing hotly deep against the inside of her frantically clenching bowels as she pitched out of control with her own final orgasm, the excruciating pleasure rippling through every bone and muscle of her sensually tormented body in almost electrical shocks. She could feel the wildly jerking pulsation of his spewing cock as it emptied its deposit of white juices deep, deep up into her still-contracting bowels.
For what seemed like hours, their panting filled the otherwise silent room, until finally Rod rolled over from between Dot's buttocks, his deflating young cock slipping from her flooded anal cavity with a slight, sucking sound. Thin strings of his sticky white cum still spanned the short distance between the end of his penis and her slowly closing anus. Dot felt a quick draft of cool evening air flow over her naked loins like a soothing balm to her thoroughly used genitals. She rolled off of Cal's panting body and lay between the sprawled forms of father and son, her legs still open as the pink loose folds of her pussy glistened with the sticky white fluid that dribbled out from deep in her dilated womb. Tiny streams of it trickled out to run down into the soft yielding crevice of her buttocks and mix with that of Rod's oozing from her forever-stretched rectum.
Slowly, Dot's sense began to return to her, and her happiness quickly faded as she realized that she had been treated like the lowest of sluts. She bitterly wondered if Cal were now going to hand her, her clothing and throw her out in the snowy street, with the lewd sperm from their two cocks still dribbling from her used twin passages. After all she had been through in the past few days Dot couldn't bear the thought of any more attacks on her body or mind, and she suddenly rose from the floor and walked wearily over toward her scattered clothing.
A strained silence hung like a dark cloud over the room as the exhausted blonde pulled one garment after another on her used body. She did not look back to where Cal and Rod lay panting heavily on the floor, because she knew that just the sight of the man she loved and his handsome young son would be more than she could bear at the moment. The only thought in her mind was getting back to her own home and somehow finding the strength to pack up her clothing and leave Wilton. Perhaps she could find a new life somewhere else...
She had just fastened the belt around her blue woolen dress and was slipping into her snow boots when the chimes of the doorbell suddenly sounded in the house. She turned and saw both Cal and Rod sit up suddenly on the floor, and then a lilting female voice came from outside the house.
"Yoohoo, Cal, darling, wake up! It's Pat. . . ,I want to talk to you!"
"Oh, do you?" Dot muttered under her breath as she suddenly realized that here was the woman who was responsible for all her troubles. She saw Cal hurriedly rise from the floor and grab for his clothing, but she was already past him, slamming out the door and through the hallway to the front door.
When Dot yanked open the front door, Pat Come's green eyes widened slightly, and she smiled uncertainly at the unexpected sight of another woman in Cal's home. Then, quickly regaining her poise, the mink-coated woman called icily in through the doorway, "Ah-hah! Caught you, didn't I darling? I thought you said you'd given up women."
As the woman spoke, Dot felt her fury being replaced by a numbing sense of shock. It was the first time she had ever seen Pat Come, except for the badly-printed newspaper picture, and now she stared openly at the beautifully dressed woman as though unable to believe her own eyes. The lovely blonde teacher remembered another brunette woman, a girl really, she had met almost twenty years ago, and although this woman appeared much more sophisticated, the resemblance was undeniable. Almost without thinking about what she was saying, Dot breathed the name she had hated since her first husband had left her.
"Pat?"
"Do you know me?" the well-dressed brunette coolly inquired noticing Dot for the first time. The two women studied each other for a moment, and Dot saw a tiny puzzled flicker of recognition in the other woman's green eyes. "You do look vaguely familiar," Pat Come finally admitted, "but I have no memory of women's faces. What are you doing here with Cal anyway? I thought I had finally chased him down for myself."
"Oh, did you, Mrs. Come?" Dot inquired in a low voice that barely hid her mounting rage. She heard Cal's footsteps approaching behind her, but she was too intent on the other woman to pay any attention to his presence. Her blue eyes blazing sparks of anger, the lovely blonde softly asked, "Do you remember the face of a boy named Ray, by any chance?"
Pat Come smiled in cool amusement as she suddenly realized Dot's identity. "Yes, I suppose I do...one of my little flings when I was younger. And now you're trying to get Cal hmm? Well, what a charming coincidence. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to talk to him alone about something rather important," she said with a little smile as she tried to move past Dot into the hallway.
Dot was nonplussed by the woman's arrogance, but only for a second. The moment the brunette stepped up into the doorway, the blonde teacher drew back her arm and swung her fist toward Pat Come's face. The blow connected with such force that the mink-clad woman was knocked off the doorstep and into a snow-drift beside the sidewalk, her arms and legs askew as she lay there in a daze.
"You bitch, you truly filthy bitch," Dot sputtered furiously as she strode out of the house to haul the other woman out of the snow and set her on her feet on the sidewalk. "You...you don't even know what you've done to my life, and I couldn't begin to tell you. But your selfish, conniving, your man-chasing, your stupid pictures in the paper have ruined something so lovely you wouldn't even understand it. Now, you get out of here and you keep your husband's money...it's not worth the price of being associated with a bitch like you!"
With that Dot gave the rattled brunette a shove that sent her scurrying down the icy sidewalk in an effort to keep her balance. The shapely blonde watched Pat Come try to regain her haughtiness as she swept into her black Lincoln Continental and roared away, but Dot had seen the beginnings of a black eye on the other woman's perfectly made-up face, and she felt momentarily satisfied that she had avenged herself somewhat. Mrs. Come would have something to remember her by, she thought smugly as she turned to walk back into Cal's house, and maybe she would think twice the next time she wanted to steal another woman's man.
It wasn't until she noticed Cal standing in the doorway that Dot's self-satisfaction began to fade, and she suddenly remembered all that had happened that day. She and Cal were finished...and she suddenly realized in horror that she had just chased away the money that would have financed his campaign! With downcast eyes, she walked past him into the house, expecting him to explode at any moment about the way she had ruined his best chance for a big campaign contribution. But he said nothing as she trudged miserably into the study to retrieve her coat and purse.
"Rod said that you saw the picture in the paper...that you were absolutely frantic. Did it upset you that much that you actually
Dot looked up and saw that Cal had followed her into his study. She considered his quietly-asked question. After a moment she nodded sadly, "Yes, Cal, it upset me so much that I got drunk and seduced your son. What more can I say? I'm sorry, and I'll go home now."
The big handsome man nodded somberly and then, to her amazement, he began to laugh. For a moment, she thought he was being bitter, laughing at some irony that had struck him about the tragic situation; but then she realized that his entire body was shaking in sincere, unrestrained amusement.
"Oh...oh, sweetheart, did you see her face when you slugged her... I can't think of anyone who deserved it more," he gasped as he began to get his laughter under control. "I don't know what we'll do without her money, but between us, we'll think of something."
It took Dot a moment before she realized that Cal was speaking as though the two of them were actually going to stay together. She could do nothing but gasp, "We? Cal, did you say we ?
"Of course I did, darling," he said, taking her into his arms. "I was hurt and angry, but I'd never let you go. Not even if I have to share you now with Rod. Do you think you could handle two Kan men?"
Dot sighed happily. "I could think of worse ways to run a family."
