In this time of concern for the environment and the growing awareness that there are things worth preserving from the onslaught of the bulldozer and the concrete mixer, a few communities have become havens. Generally they are the smaller suburbs whose natural beauties have not been completely obliterated. They naturally attract people with the sensitivity and sensibilities to appreciate them.
One such suburb, Apple Cove, in northern California, is the home for two dedicated teachers who have chosen it as THEIR town. Because they have chosen it and worked hard to preserve it, they become alarmed by the mental bulldozers used on their students in Apple Cove High School. They determine that boys, particularly, are short-changed by the system and increasingly feel the need to start their own school. It will be an outdoor-oriented school that makes a real effort to teach the boys of Apple Cove the truly relevant subjects... things they'll use as they grow into men.
As coach at Apple Cove High, Guy Howe is particularly involved with the unhappy boys and devises all sorts of incentives to give them a feeling of confidence and achievement. One of these is the athletic awards for improvement rather than prowess. Guy and his beautiful wife, Grace, who also teaches in the high school, have promised to take all the award winners on a camping trip into the back country the boys so seldom get to see.
Their work with boys has become legendary in town. They feel it's only a matter of finding the financial backing for their own school to really show what they can do. Grace realizes their enthusiasm is probably increased by the knowledge that she and Guy can never have children of their own. Thus they have quietly dedicated themselves to other people's children.
When Guy is called out of town to a coach's conference, the beautiful Grace feels obligated to carry out her husband's plan for the camping trip. To her horror she finds that everything has a price... even so selfless a project as starting a real school for boys.
So serious a subject as the education of the young has never been treated with more frankness and insight. Let's Get Teacher may shock the squeamish or the bigoted but it cannot fail to move the intelligent and discerning reader who looks for more than surface manipulation of characters. If it shocks the apathetic to inquire into the real story of the fast-buck business operation many public schools have become, then it will have accomplished its true purpose. If it stops one mental bulldozer and preserves the natural beauty of one growing young brain... then it will have done more than all the conservation societies in existence.
The Publishers are proud to present this dynamic and candid novel by Karen Ziegler, a young writer whose own passion for quality education is evident in the provocative scenes she draws. The time has come for re-evaluation of all our natural resources and certainly the minds of the young are the most precious resource of all.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
It was one of those rare sunny days that sometimes come like a gift to northern California. The fog had receded and the hills were bathed in golden light that turned the oak-studded contours to grey-green velvet. A day to get out hiking or gardening or swimming, young Grace Howe thought resentfully as she strode across the open driveway to the gym... not a day to be indoors with a rowdy bunch of boys who should be out running too.
School was out, the grounds were covered with shouting, shoving boys and girls, shiny cars jamming the roads and parking areas. She'd like to have gone to her own little blue car and driven home.
All day in class was enough but she couldn't very well refuse Guy. He was in a bind. Certainly he hadn't planned for the unexpected meeting the superintendent had called. It just hadn't occurred to her husband not to ask her to fill in for him with the award presentations at the gym. Grace wasn't quite sure herself why she resented it. Certainly it wasn't like her. She and Guy did everything together... they even taught in the same school. Right out of college they'd chosen Apple Cove as the place they wanted to live and had plunged eagerly into activities, wanting to establish themselves as full fledged members of the beautiful community.
The tall tanned teacher sighed, shaking her dark curls out of her deep blue eyes. Don't be so selfish, she told herself sternly. Guy would do the same for you. And she knew he would. The awards were important to the boys and they'd be really disappointed if they weren't presented today. As coach at Apple Cove High School, Guy did some rather miraculous work with boys. He was always thinking up new ways to motivate the kids, reward them and keep their interest high. This was just another way to motivate the laggards. For these awards were not for the outstanding athletes, but for the ones who'd made the most improvement the past semester. Some of these boys, Guy knew, would never make real athletes but by rewarding their efforts he felt he was stimulating their interest and helping them develop their bodies.
Grace lifted her head to look at the thick puffy white clouds lazing across the brilliant blue sky. Damn. There'd be no tennis for her today. Despite the lovely weather she felt depressed and irritable. But then she'd been more and more morose since the doctor's verdict had finally convinced them a year ago that they'd never have children of their own. Nothing had seemed to go right since. Until that time there'd been hope. Now there was none and the zest had gone out of everything for her, it seemed.
At first Guy had been just as depressed, though he tried valiantly to hide it. But then his idealism had taken over, as usual, and he felt that perhaps it was a blessing. "Our interest in kids doesn't have to go out the window, honey, just because we can't have some of our own. After all, there are already too many children in this world. We can still help the ones who're here. We're teachers so we can contribute more than many parents can." But it hadn't been so easy for Grace. She couldn't rationalize it quite so glibly as her big grinning blonde husband. Helping other kids just wasn't the same as having some of your own to cuddle and love.
By the time she walked into the gym, the pack of unruly young rascals were whooping it up, laughing and yelping and roughhousing. She was going to have a time toning them down. Grace knew she was a soft touch when it came to boys anyway. From the beginning of her marriage she'd dreamed of having a son. Despite Guy's concern about the population explosion, she would have had a dozen if she could have. Now... there'd never be any. Since that verdict was now final, Guy wanted more than ever to get their own school started. The kind of school he knew boys needed, emphasizing the outdoors, sports, male competition and less formalized traditional training which didn't take too well with most boys anyway.
She had a lot to be thankful for. What a rare and wonderful man Guy was! She knew that his efforts to start their own school was partly to help her over the heartbreak of childlessness. The lovely young teacher felt suddenly guilty over her resentment of the loss of an afternoon of tennis. Guy did so much for her and he couldn't help the unexpected meeting. Besides, she really did like his gangling immature young colts. It wasn't the same as cuddling a baby of their own but she had to concentrate on the positive things she was fortunate enough to have.
Inside the gym, several older boys were chasing young Leon Welsh. The poor kid always got picked on. At thirteen he was small for his age and poorly coordinated and most of the time the other kids made his life hell. Over the din she called sharply.
"You know the rules, Jeff. Stop it right now. Someone's going to get hurt. Stop it! Right now!"
To her surprise, they did stop for once. It was the older ones teasing of the younger boys that sometimes unnerved her. Guy handled them so well under any circumstances. She hated being harsh with them but sometimes there was no choice. Finally they settled down enough for her to explain why Guy couldn't be present to present their awards.
"That's okay, Mrs. Howe... you're prettier anyway," Jeff piped up from the back of the group of boys who sat cross-legged on the shining gym floor at her feet. There was an appreciative chuckle.
"That's enough Jeff," Grace frowned.
"My dad says there'll never be enough pretty girls in the world," the fifteen year old bully insisted.
"Yes... well, let's get on with the awards, shall we?" The young brunette couldn't help smiling to herself despite her disapproval of the boy's interruptions. The eager young faces looked up at her appreciatively. It did something for a girl's ego to win male admiration... even if the males were all boys. But boys were blunt and factual. Children didn't pretend. They said just exactly what they thought, whereas men would lie blandly without a second thought if they thought they gained an advantage thereby.
Tugging her short "shrink" sweater down a bit with one hand she rattled the paper listing the names and cleared her throat. She did still look young and pretty at thirty because she ate properly and exercised. Her figure hadn't changed one iota since college and Guy said it was her glory. Suddenly she was very conscious of the soft wool of her sweater rubbing against her sensitive nipples through the thin net brassiere she wore. With all those adolescent male eyes on her, the young teacher felt a faint tingle between her long tanned thighs under her short pleated wool skirt.
Ever since the doctor's verdict, she had to admit that that part of their marriage had been less than satisfactory. It was as though Guy wasn't that interested anymore, knowing that her body was barren. Grace had tried several times to bring herself to talk to her handsome husband about it, but the words had always stuck in her throat. Somehow it seemed so brazen to ask her own husband to make love to her when he obviously wasn't in the mood.
Brusquely she started the meeting. This was not the time to be thinking about the intimate side of marriage, she admonished herself. Guy was just working so hard... it was only a matter of time. These were the excuses she'd used to herself for a year now. With all the eager young male eyes on her now, she needed even more to believe those excuses.
The beautiful young teacher shook her dark curls and began reading the names. She explained that the awards would take the form of the coveted camping trip Guy had promised the boys. In the urban sprawl north of San Francisco there was nothing quite so rewarding to boys as a camping trip in the great outdoors for that was something they were denied in their daily lives.
As she talked she was aware that the whispering and punching had never quite died down though it was muffled and whispered now. Damn it. She shouldn't have to be taking Guy's place. Somehow today there was an uneasiness. Maybe they resented being indoors here when they should have been taking advantage of the lovely sunny day too.
Somehow she got through to the last few names. Not too much longer and then they could all go home. Just as she took a deep breath there was a commotion at the back of the group, then a piercing cry. Young Leon Welsh went sprawling onto the polished floor, holding his hip and crying. Concern and anger shot through Grace simultaneously.
"I told you this would happen!" she snapped at Jeff Stone and Ben Gay even though she hadn't actually seen them do anything. Swiftly she walked around the group to the small younger boy who was still holding himself and weeping.
"Aaaaawww... he isn't hurt that much, Mrs. Howe. He's just carrying on so you'll baby him. He's nothing but a baby anyway."
"Yeah... that's right, Mrs. Howe," Ben backed up his buddy Jeff.
"That will be enough out of both of you," Grace angrily cut them short. "Pick him up for me and take him into the lounge. Hurry up and be careful with him."
The culprits complied, shamefaced now. The smaller boy yelled all the way across the wide gym to the small lounge off the office. They laid him on the narrow bed and stood waiting for Grace's further orders.
"Aw, gee, Mrs. Howe... we didn't mean any harm, honest." Ben begged her forgiveness. His clean-cut young face looked contrite and worried now, but Jeff still wore his perpetual sneer.
"I'm very disappointed in you both. What kind of athletes are you going to make... or campers for that matter, when you won't mind simple orders!" Grace said sternly. "Now you go back in there and I don't want to hear a peep out of you. I'll be therein a minute as soon as I see if Leon is really hurt or not. Tell the others to be quiet. We'll finish the awards in a moment and I don't want any more of your rough stuff, do you hear?"
They nodded shamefacedly and left. The perturbed young teacher turned to the small white-faced boy on the bed. Leon had stopped crying now though he still looked pale and shaken.
"Are you all right, Leon?" Grace bent over the bed to look at him anxiously. "I think so... "
"Well, you just rest here. I'll finish those awards and then I'll drive you home. All right?" she asked, pushing his unruly hair affectionately away from the smooth brow. There were still big tears in his young eyes. He looked so small and vulnerable and her fury at the bigger boys' rough treatment returned. Leon just wasn't in their league and she suspected he was always going to have trouble with bigger boys until he learned not to back down to bullies like Jeff Stone.
Somehow Grace got the last of the awards presented. Somewhat chastened now, the group began to gather up books and sweaters and leave. She was still upset and edgy over their behavior and her own inability to cope with their highjinks. As the last of the boys left she hurried across the wide gym to Leon.
His sobs had dwindled to whimpers now, but he still looked so miserable her heart went out to him. Briefly Grace examined the boy where he lay to make sure he had no broken bones. He trembled under her gently exploring hands and tears welled up again in his eyes.
"The... the guys are right... I...guess I'm a sissy... I'll never... never be a man," he choked.
"Oh, Leon, of course you will," she soothed. With a rush of pity, Grace raised the boy's head into her arms, protectively pressing his tear-stained young face against her breasts while she whispered soothing assurances to him. It was an instinctive mothering gesture and the boy snuggled against her appreciatively.
"Where did they hurt you, Leon?" she asked gently, still holding his tousled young head against her.
"It's my hip... right here, Mrs. Howe," the thirteen year old moaned, tenderly touching his left buttock. His jeans covered any bruise he might have gotten. Grace wondered if perhaps Jeff and Ben had been right. Maybe the boy was just looking for attention.
"All right, Leon... just let me have a peek at it, eh?" she softly suggested, helping him to sit up.
"I-I guess so," he managed, a half hearted sob catching at his breathing.
"There now, don't cry anymore," she cooed, holding him tightly against her with his youthful head resting against her shoulder as her fingers tugged at his jeans, a warm sensation of possessive excitement rippling through her. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced before, but she never doubted that it was purely natural motherly reaction.
On the edge of the bed she continued to hold him snuggled against her rising and falling breasts. His smooth young flesh felt warm and soft. She couldn't resist the desire to slide her small hand over his youthful back and downward to cup the firm jean-covered mounds of his boyish buttocks as she held him tightly to the increasing rhythm of her breathing.
At that point, two things happened that Grace Howe couldn't begin to explain, even to herself. Her mind was abruptly swirling in a heady torrent of undefinable excitement, while sensations of obvious sensual arousal raced uncontrollably through her tingling belly. She found herself hungrily kissing his youthful cheek and then his mouth, as her hands continued to smooth eagerly over his flesh. It was then, because of the way she held him with his young pelvis pressed flush to the upper region of her hip, that she felt the stiffening hardness of his penis throbbing excitedly against her there.
A shudder of foreign sensation which she had never before even remotely experienced charged wildly through Grace's voluptuous body as she clutched Leon tighter to her. Her brain reeled with the emotion of pure sensualism sweeping over her, as her hands greedily searched over his smooth young flesh. Her tiny tongue tried to worm its way between the sweet tasting lips of his boyish mouth.
"Unnnnhhhh... M-Mrs. Ho... we...!" the boy garbled in surprise against her openly breathing mouth. "Wh-What're you....?" he tried, never getting the words out with the thrusting presence of her tongue probing against his own and choking back his words.
In his whole life Leon Welsh never knew anything like what the gym teacher's wife was now doing to him! She'd stuck her tongue right into his mouth while she hugged him so tight against her he could hardly breathe! And all the time, her soft hands were stroking his legs and back like his mom used to do when she was trying to relax him into sleep. At first, she'd surprised him so that he didn't know whether to be scared or not, but then after a minute it felt good and her hot, wet tongue tasted so nice that he didn't mind at all! In fact, her tongue in his mouth seemed to urge some inbred tendency within him and he found himself beginning to suck on it, his action bringing strange moaning sounds from her throat.
"Oh... oh Leon!" Grace gasped, suddenly withdrawing her tongue and raising her head to gape in blinding excitement down at him. "L-Let's take your clothes off so I can see where you hurt yourself," she half-hissed, not waiting for his answer but immediately starting to roll the jeans down over his hips.
Though the young boy knew it was wrong, he let her do it, getting to his feet and then leaning back as he faced away from her. The beautiful teacher quickly slipped the jeans down off his hips, letting them puddle at his feet on the floor. She saw the slight discolored abrasion on his left buttock. The boys had been right. He had babyishly made a mountain out of a mole-hill, but that was hardly her interest at the moment. Even in her unexplainable, overwhelmingly aroused state, Grace knew she should make some mention of it, so she gently brushed her soft hand over it.
"Oh, it's...it's not bad at all, darling. W-Would you like me to put some medicine on it... or maybe just kiss it for you...?"
"I don't care," he replied, looking back over his shoulder at her with wide dark eyes. "Whatever you say, Mrs. Howe."
Oh crap! Crap almighty! She'd been just sympathizing and helping him -but Jesus! It was something else now! It was like in the movies when you could tell a guy and a girl were getting excited. Leon could feel his cock getting hard as a rock, like in bed at night with the covers rubbing against him, only this was a woman - a real woman who was doing this to him!
Grace felt her moistened lips quivering with her own excitement. Smoothing her hands up over both his naked, slender boy-hips to his ribs and back down to his thighs again, she fought the tremendous urge to reach around and take his young penis in her hand. God, how she wanted to see it... to feel it! Whatever in God's name had come over her, she had no idea, nor did she suddenly care! Only to see and feel his hard young cock...!
Without realizing what she was doing, the curvaceous brunette teacher stood the boy away from her, then bent to place a kiss upon the slightly raised little bruise disfiguring his white young buttock. "There, does that make it all better, Leon darling?"
"Y-Yes... I guess so," he stammered, not knowing what to think or say as she abruptly drew him backward into her arms once more, and her soft smooth hands began to stroke warmly over his chest and belly in small circles, seemingly to move ever downward toward his thing! Christ! She'd drive him crazy doing that! What was he supposed to do! His mother and father would kill him if they could see him now!
He looked down at himself there and the way her soft, slender hands were gently rubbing over him. It really felt wild because he didn't have any clothes on down there now! Shit! His cock kept getting stiffer! She was making him feel so damn funny inside his belly, and... she was going to touch it all right!... though he knew she shouldn't. His father had told him enough times never to let anybody else touch it! But Jesus!
Grace could barely breathe, she was so emotionally strung up and tense. Every bone in her illogically stimulated body warned her against the move she was about to make. Still, she knew that even if she wanted to, she couldn't stop herself... as she held him between her full spread thighs, his naked back and buttocks pressed warmly to her electrified flesh, her hand trembling as it found the thrusting rod of his hardened penis!
With her other hand tenderly spread out over his belly and chest, the mesmerized young teacher felt the reflexive lurch of his boyish form as her feverish hand encircled the jutting rod of his blood-swollen hardness. Eagerly, she looked down to see the red-tipped young cock resting in the soft palm of her warm hand, the outline of its mushroom shaped head visible through the covering sheath of its foreskin. Her mouth went dry at the unbelievable, lust-provoking excitement the sight and feel of it sent racing through her! Experimentally she took it between thumb and forefinger to gently draw the outer layer of skin back, revealing its moistened purple glans.
Again Leon lurched back against her and she kissed him quickly on the back. "D-Don't be frightened, darling," she half hissed into his ear. "I just want to be sure that you didn't hurt this little fellow. Y-You didn't, did you?"
"I-I don't think so," the wildly excited thirteen year old gasped, watching her hand move back and forth with his thing right between her thumb and finger. She kept sliding the skin over, then back off its head, and the more she did it the crazier it felt! Mrs. Howe was jacking him off! Ohh... Jesus Christ!
"M-Maybe I better put some medicine on it, too... or... or just kiss it and make it better...?" Grace whispered tremulously as she continued to massage the still hardened penis. The thought of what she was intending to do just about drove her wild with mounting passion. "W-What do you think. Leon?"
"I-I don't know... whatever you say, Mrs. Howe," he stammered, not sure how he should answer or what to do! If felt so goddamned good, all tingly, the way she kept stroking it back and forth, and it gave him a funny feverish feeling in his belly to watch her hand as she did it! Oh shit! What was he going to do!
"Come up here on the bed and lie down, darling," Leon heard her whisper hotly in his ear, actually pulling him before he ever had a chance to refuse. And then he was on his back with his head on the pillow and she had turned half around so that her pretty face was just above his cock!
Grace wasn't certain of anything! She might be losing her mind entirely! In all of her young life she had never actively or passively been a partner to even the mildest deviation from the sexual norm. And here she was about to commit one of the most forbidden of lecherous acts, the licentious seduction of a young boy, and one of her own husband's students at that! Dear God, what was happening to her? She had to stop... had to...!
Yet, even as she desperately struggled to overpower the monstrous desire that had suddenly leaped into being inside her, she had only to gaze down at his tender young genitals, to know the battle was futile, at least this time! She had to kiss it, to touch it with her tongue, to taste and suck it! God, it was bigger than she would have imagined, and his smooth hairless testicles reminded her of satiny young plums. But the puffy flesh around the base of his penis was stimulating as anything to her. As she smoothed her hand upward over his firm young thigh toward it, she was surprised to see the slender length of hardness suddenly swell even larger.
It was his pubescence, the lust-intoxicated brunette teacher realized. Of course... he was thirteen... capable of cumming. That sudden realization added new fermentations to her intensively aroused desire. Once more, she took hold of it with trembling fingers and began to stroke it, feeling it pulsing as she extracted the moistened, swollen head from its protective foreskin. The way the slender length of it tried to hug snugly against his flat white belly in its rigidness fascinated her. The proper young teacher had never actually seen a young boy's penis in her life! The sight only added more fuel to her inflamed mind. It seemed almost ridiculous, but she hadn't, being an only child of religious, safe-guarding parents, and held nearly dateless until Guy had come along. It had been her wedding night hadn't it...? Yes, and she could vividly recall the apprehension that had swept through her at the frightening size of her new husband's cock... but this captivating, smaller replica was infusing all of the opposite emotions inside her.
"Wh-What're you going to do...?" Grace heard Leon's choking question as she went on stroking his stiffened young cock, aware now of the wetness that had seeped down from between her vibrantly tingling vaginal lips to dampen the narrow panty crotchband under her skirt. She writhed against the bed, clutching her full thighs tensely together, the muscular action only causing further sensations of erogenous delight to ripple through her pelvis and belly.
"I-I'm going to make it all better, darling, she managed to hiss, her tongue slipping out to moisten her feverishly dry lips. D-Don't be afraid... I'm not going to hurt you, Leon... don't be afraid...!"
"B-But... I... I don't know, Mrs. Howe... maybe you shouldn't..." the boy whimpered, raising his head and watching wide-eyed as her face, nearly hidden from him by the tumbling masses of her dark curling hair, lowered toward his jerking penis. Then he saw her mouth right above it, and the pinkness of her tongue darting out to touch it on the swollen tip. "Unnhhh!" he grunted with a lurch of his hips as her tongue-tip tried to wedge into the little slit on the end. Again he whimpered and a confusing chill raced along his spine as he watched her bring her opening mouth down to it, then enclose the wetly shining head in a lip-locking pressure that made him want to scream with ecstasy!
Leon couldn't hold back the frenzied whines of bewildered emotion, and involuntarily he thrust his young loins upward, shoving his stiffened penis into the wet cavern beyond her ovally clasping lips. He watched them tighten like an elastic band around it, then slip down all the way until her pretty nose was pressed into his naked belly, almost the whole thing sucked right up into the moist warmth of her beautiful mouth! Oh God!
He watched, his breath coming in short panting gasps, as she sucked up off its thick red tip, then began to lick it avidly with her moist little tongue, brush and lave it all over along its underside to the ridge of its pulsating nob which vas shiny wet and sticking out from the pulled-back skin. It was wrong. Oh Jesus, he knew it was! She shouldn't be doing it to him! His dad would kill him if he ever knew... but... but she wouldn't stop and he didn't want her to - it felt so good! She was washing, playing, loving it with every lick of her tongue... and then she was going back down its throbbing length to his belly again, and... and below to the soft little pouch of his balls!
Grace's belly was an inferno of unexplainable sensations. With the forbiddeness of her lecherous act, erotic fermentations raced through her body that were more avid than she could ever remember! The delicious piquancy of his tender virginal genitals was actually driving her to the point of orgasm with the mere thought of her perverse seduction alone! God, he was so helpless... so completely subject to her slightest whim! If only he would cum so that she could taste his boy-sperm when it shot into her mouth! She would swallow it right down into her belly! She would... yes... yes... yes!
Saliva dribbled excitedly down her tongue as the beautiful young teacher licked the smooth flesh of Leon's testicles with warm, sweeping strokes. Then she crawled up onto the bed, spreading his legs and wedging between them. Simultaneously she raised them, pressing them back to expose his tight, brownish little anus, and trailed her damp tongue along the raised pink ridge between his small, widespread buttocks. She let her tongue tauntingly circle the puckered little hole, painting his inner buttocks with the warm moisture of her saliva. Finally, as a tremendous charge of lustful excitement spiraled through her loins, she stiffened her tongue-tip in an effort to penetrate the tightly locked mouth of his rectum!
Oh God, if only she were naked, with her tingling swollen breasts hanging free to sway and ripple as she worked over him! Her pussy was so hot and wet... if she could just get a finger inside her panties and between those hair-lined pussy-lips to caress her aching clitoris! She had to cum... had to! Reaching down between her spread thighs, she forced her middle finger inside the tight leg band of her white nylon panties and into the sensitive wet flesh between her lust-swollen cuntal lips.
Oh God... oh God! It felt so good, she thought as her finger began to gently caress the tiny erect bud of her quivering clitoris, making more intense sensations of heightened stimulation spread hotly through her voluptuous young body. Quickly, she trailed her laving tongue back over the teen-ager's boyish balls and along the still solid shaft of penile flesh to its pulsating head, slipping her lush lips wetly down over it once more. Oh heaven... delicious heaven! How had this wonderfully lewd and forbidden depravity escaped her for so long? Yes, yes... she would have to do it again... again, until she tasted the hot delight of innocent boy-sperm... sweet, sweet boy-cock...!
Leon could think of nothing else but what the gym teacher's wife was doing to him and the almost hurting tickle that was growing stronger in his tensed belly and loins! It had never been like this when he played with himself in bed at night or in the bathtub, and even though he didn't want her to stop, he was getting more scared by the second!
Again, while she was doing something to herself down between her legs, she was holding his thing with her thumb and finger right next to his belly and sucking it steadily, moving her pretty mouth up and down as she curled her hot tongue around it each time she raised her head. Uncontrollably, he tensed his young pelvic muscles and pushed his loins up at her face. He heard her moan and begin to suck harder, nipping now and then with her teeth and making him gasp, his penis looking bloodless beneath her soft-scraping sucking, and fiery-red at its tip. He almost lost control as a crazy sob tore out of his throat, but then he managed to swallow it as Mrs. Howe began a harder sucking motion on his cock, taking it deep into her throat, those fingernails of hers maddeningly tickling his balls, tickling the base of his palpitating member, causing a boiling swarming sensation to build deep inside him!
"Oh... please!" he whispered urgently.
But his teacher only increased her lewd mouthing of his cock, letting her tongue ream the opening in the glans, tantalizing it with her heated breath, running her nails faster along the ridged underside of his burning flesh. Dimly, Leon felt the overwhelming tension in his balls building. He knew he should push her head away, but all he could do was let her mouth grind down harder on his aching member, his fingers splayed now on the back of her head.
It was really amazing, Grace Howe thought as she played with the young boy's cock. There was all this guilt within her; she felt remorseful shameless, yet powerless to stop herself! The young teacher was realizing a total emancipation she'd never known before. It was as if this boy had purged her of all inhibitions, purged her forever; it was as if she were reborn a new and different creature now! She was a hedonist, a lover of pleasure, of the hardened male member, of sex in any form; there was nothing ugly of sinful or wrong in that, was there? No, of course not! How could there be anything wrong, with wonder and bliss and total ecstasy?
Suddenly, the boy's hips jerked forward, and she could feel his lust-engorged cock slither up the full length of her mouth, depressing her tongue and filling her cheeks completely with its pulsing young hardness. Holding her face tightly between his palms, the panting teenager began to fuck into her mouth, causing her to choke and gag as he slammed it halfway down the narrow passage of her throat, almost its full length disappearing between her lipsticked red lips. Struggling for breath, she gasped for air on the outstroke.
"Ooooooh shit, suck it now, suck it," Grace heard him groan. His words aroused her even more and she sucked hungrily as the stiffened rod buried itself deep into the moist warm cavern of her mouth.
Tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeped from the tiny opening of the glans at the end, and the sharp pungent taste and odor caused her mouth to salivate and her nostrils to flare out in excitement. She closed her eyes to keep from choking as the fleshy young shaft plunged in and out of her oval-shaped lips. She sucked at the pounding sex organ, aware of nothing in the world but this steely-rod ramming back into her throat!
"Suck it harder!" he hissed, his young voice husky and breathless with passion. As he spoke, Leon's hands pulled her head down harder on his upthrusting penis, gagging Grace as the madly throbbing head hammered into the back of her mouth. As he watched his cock sliding in and out of the teacher's lips, Leon felt as though he were finally getting vengeance for the years he had lived feeling like a second-class kid in the company of the cocky guys at school. Now it was his turn to retaliate by fucking into the mouth of this luscious teacher who was his coach's wife.
Obediently the love-starved teacher increased the pressure of her mouth around the enormously throbbing penis that filled her mouth too full and on the upstroke, brushing her tonsils. Her hands clung to the blood-engorged shaft now, her head bobbing up and down, laboring over the rigid young phallus, mouth clamped ever tighter, drawing on it with all her strength. She wanted it! Strange and unbelievable things were happening to her own body! A lascivious warmth was stealing through her limbs as she was performing this lewdly depraved act. Almost involuntarily her thighs were squeezing together between the teen-age boy's wide-spread legs.
Eagerly now... her numbed brain still and silent, watching what depths she would sink to... Grace took her student's cock deeper between her lips and sucked hard with all her might, drawing the rigid shaft of flesh straight down her throat! She could feel the boy jerk and throb inside her mouth, the groans spilling from his throat as she sucked him. What did they call it?... a blow job!
Her tired brain kept twitching in reflexive spasms of conscience... pointing out the error of her ways... shaming her with thoughts of her mother... with all the principles she'd been taught from childhood... with all the dirty words that described what she was doing... and none of it was to any avail! Her hopelessly roused young body kept responding and urging her on to taste Leon's sticky male tang and suck hard on the greedily pulsing shaft sunk deep in her mouth! She must be sick... demented... perverted... to enjoy this pagan rite! She must be mad!
"Yessssss... that's it... yessssss... suck it good!" Leon had never had any fucking except just jacking off, and he'd never felt anything like the excruciatingly exquisite pleasure of watching his beautiful teacher laboring this way over his almost bursting pole! She was loving it! Mrs. Howe was sucking his cock like it was the most marvelous thing in the world! Jesus! It was blowing his mind!
Growing even more adventurous, Grace ravished her warm wet tongue around Leon's young shaft. She brushed and grazed along its underside, licking the thick base, and gradually lapping up to the thin coroneal ridge, protruding stickily from the foreskin. Then she flicked her tongue back and forth rapidly across the sperm-filled cord on the underside, playing it like a banjo string, and this set the youth absolutely wild! His lean young hips heaved forward, hands clenched in her dark hair, and she could feel the muscles in his thirteen-year-old body tense and stretch taut.
"GGGOOOOOODDDDDD... oh... God... OOOOHHHHHH!"
Her tongue then swirled around the bloated cock-head to slit the tiny hole in the glans with the tip of her tongue. She felt him slide closer to her as she knelt over him, pulling her face to his pleasure-mad rod.
"Oh, God... oh Christ, Teach!" Her tongue ran up and down the rigid cock-shaft from base to tip, licking the young vibrant flesh as though it were a delectable sweet. Quickly, she trailed her mouth and tongue back over his churning balls, along the shining, purplish shaft at its pulsating head, and then slipped her lips down over it again.
The wildly aroused teacher no longer tried to understand her complete abandonment, her capitulation to the teenage boy. There was no explanation for her behavior! No amount of rationalizing could ever explain her wanton enjoyment of this perverted act she was performing. Her body was wallowing in the unfamiliar sensations, the waves of licentious pleasure blotting every other consideration from her.
The boy's hips lunged upward hard as he shoved the entire throbbing, jerking length of his thick young cock into the warmly welcoming cave of her mouth. Oh, God, he was going crazy from sheer rapture! So close now. Not long! He was going to shoot a load down her throat that would float a battle ship! Jesus! She was using her mouth like a vacuum cleaner, sucking and pressing the lips so hard as she withdrew slowly that the jolts of frenzied pleasure that raced through Leon almost set him off!
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHGGGGGGAAAAGGGG..."
Thighs closing and opening in sensual clenching, Grace was aware that her own traitorous body was seeping copious vaginal moisture... her own erotic juices were seeping out from deep within her burning cunt! Oh God!! How she wanted him... wanted the strong young cock fucking her aching pussy! In his frenzy her student's hands were all over her... smoothing her face and shoulders, kneading her shoulders, stroking her arms as he lunged again and again up into the deep wet chamber of her slavering mouth. Wild little electrical shocks were coursing through her with each brush of her sensually swaying breasts against his youthful thighs, and those shocks sent current straight through her tremulously aroused body to clench and create a drawing-in sensation in her needing pussy.
"Ohhhh... Ohhhh... OOOOHHHHHH... I'm almost there... almost... God... keep sucking!" Young Leon Welsh was raving, arching his hips lewdly up to her mouth, hands growing brutal on her tender flesh in his frantic reaching for final release. The moans and groans spilling from his mouth measured the degree of his rising pleasure that threatened to carry him into complete delirium. Grace would never have guessed this shy, weak boy could get so utterly carried out of himself in the throes of sexual passion.
"Don't stop!... Come on... SUCK... Suck it harder... harrrrddddeeeerrrr!" He was shaking her shoulders, then clamping his fingers around her lips to close them again on his throbbing, nearly bursting penis. She tried... He was a wild child!
"That's it... GOD! YESSSS... OOOOHHHH!" He was almost there. "Oh Christ!... Yes... almost." The sight of Mrs. Howe's renewed sucking, drawing with obscenely contorted lips on his almost exploding cock set the pre-climactic mechanism into action inside his churning belly. Leon ground harder and harder, thrusting deeper and deeper into her pinkly ovalled mouth and working throat into that blissful sanctuary. He could feel the boiling cauldron in his testicles as he slammed into her mouth harder and deeper, harder and deeper! Oh Christ!
The long column of rigid male flesh that filled Grace's mouth began to swell, and she tried to increase the moist suctioning around it as the hard bulbous head rammed into her throat, expanding with each brutal thrust. All that mattered, though, was the great shaft of flesh that pummeled faster and faster into her mouth! Saliva dribbled down from the corner of her lips, coating her chin.
The lust-crazed youth was watching her, his face contorted with animal passion. Holding the sides of her head in a vise-like grip, he forced her lips downward, even closer to the base of his cock, pushing her into his sparse sweat-soaked pubic hair. A thundering roar beat through his brain and he knew he could hold back no longer - it had to be soon now!
Pressing his fingers into her cheeks to make the warm moist cavern of her mouth even tighter, he crammed his pulsing distended shaft deep up into her face and lunged his hips upward. His blood-filled penis throbbed and expanded in the channel between the softness of her tongue and the firm, slippery roof of her mouth as he speared into her with long powerful strokes until it felt as though a thousand volts of electricity were shooting through his body!
And then-
And then, all at once, he felt the eruption take place, felt the first stream of white-hot fire leap along the passage of his plunging cock. He gasped, his lips pulling back across his teeth as though he were in agony. His cock began a sudden wild convulsive jerking that flooded without advance warning Grace's madly sucking mouth with rush after rush of burning semen, bloating her cheeks outward with each youthful spurt until she was forced to swallow frantically to keep from choking. Mewling and crooning her approval, she tickled his emptying balls with the tips of her fingernails.
"Keep... sucking!" Leon cried. "Keep sucking, keep suckinggg!" His hands were working wildly in her hair now, ramming her head down harder on his burgeoning cock, burying it deep in her gulping throat. And then, with one last mighty groan as his young teacher sucked crazily at the juices of his young desire, he emptied the final drops of his sperm into her mouth!
But Grace didn't stop... couldn't stop, for at that moment her finger was stroking furiously at the tiny spasming bud of her clitoris. She plunged her hand deeper between her lewdly spread thighs into the wetness of her passion-flushed cunt, tweaking and stroking the palpitating nerve center while she continued to nibble on his young member long after it had softened in her mouth, ignoring his cries and the way he was pushing at her head, trying to get her off of him...! With one hard jab of her frantic fingers her climax erupted and bathed her in blissful spasms.
It was the telephone ringing in the gym office that brought Grace to her senses, and as she raised up off the still nakedly panting and whimpering Leon, she desperately tried to get hold of herself.
"T-there, there, now... stop crying. You're not hurt. J-just get your clothes on," she managed with stammering gasps of breath, the first waves of shocked and shameful horror at her lewdly perverted seduction filling her. "Just a minute now... don't cry anymore... just get dressed... and I'll take you home."
Crying! Shit, he wasn't crying. She must be cracking up-but then so was he! Christ, he had had a woman-a real live beautiful woman and a teacher yet!
CHAPTER TWO
"Honey... Grace, I'm home," Guy called as he went through the living room of their redwood and glass house.
He stopped in the kitchen doorway. Grace looked up from the sink where she was cleaning vegetables from the garden for dinner. Her hands shook a little as she dried them on a towel, but Guy didn't seem to notice. He just stood grinning fatuously at her. She tried to smile back but the muscles in her face felt stiff and unused.
"Hello, darling," she managed. "Joining me?" the guilty young teacher inquired as she held up a martini she'd been sipping ever since she'd returned from driving young Leon Welsh home. The boy had seemed frightened after the fact and she'd desperately tried to reassure him. He'd looked at her so funny, and finally she'd extracted his solemn promise he'd never tell anyone. Then she'd driven shakily home and stood for long minutes under the hot shower trying futilely to wash away her guilt and shame. Not understanding it herself, she'd made a pitcher of martinis and then dressed carefully in the diaphanous blue negligee she hadn't worn since her honeymoon, even tying up her dark curls with a blue ribbon.
"You can bet on that, baby," Guy murmured as he crossed to her and slipped his hands up her small waist to cup both voluptuously mounded breasts. "I don't know what the occasion is, but I'm all for it," he whispered against her temple, kissing the soft curls lightly.
"Well, then let me get you a glass," she laughed a little irritably as she slipped from his arms. An unreasoning anger at Guy seized her. If he hadn't made her do his work this afternoon... the awful thing wouldn't have happened with Leon Welsh. She'd still be a good little wife and teacher... but now... Grace poured a glass for Guy and then refilled her own. She needed more... much more to assuage the terrible guilt. The icy liquor hit her stomach with a shock, then caught and burned through her insides. Oh God, she needed that!
"To my smart beautiful wife," Guy toasted her.
"Oh, Guy..." Grace was mortified. If he only knew. But he mustn't know... not ever!
"I mean it... I come home to tell you the news and you've got the martinis ready and yourself all gorgeous as though you already knew we had something to celebrate. I got to hand it to you, baby. Did someone at school tell you already?" He looked at his beautiful wife over the rim of his glass, feeling his gut tighten at the sight of her lithe tanned body faintly visible under the sheer nylon. Hell, it had been a while and he was as horny as a goat.
"Tell me what?" Grace breathed, the fear clutching her sharply.
"The old man called me in because the district's decided to send me to the seminar for coaches after all. It's really an honor. I mean only the top coaches are even invited. All expenses too." He couldn't help grinning. Christ, it felt good when someone recognized you'd been working your tail off.
"Oh... oh, well that's wonderful, darling. No... I didn't know. But I'm so glad for you. When do you leave?"
"That's the only problem. There's some preliminary scouting I have to do on other districts before the conference. I have to leave in the morning... be gone for ten days."
At first Grace was relieved. For ten days she wouldn't have to face him, remembering her own terrible guilt... and then it hit her. He'd be gone during the time he'd planned the camping trip for the boys.
"But, darling... you can't. The camping trip. The boys will be so disappointed."
He frowned. "I know. How'd the awards go this afternoon? Were the guys excited?"
Suddenly with his words the whole thing flashed back through Grace's head that was already unsteady with the alcohol. She looked at her tall blond husband with only one thought. Distract him. Make him think of something else. She couldn't stand here and let him question her, let him unknowingly bring it all back... Oh God! Her tongue came out to wet her lips for her throat felt as though it was closing with the welling fear.
Then, quite deliberately she put her glass down on the kitchen counter after draining it and turned to her puzzled husband. Her hand slowly found the tie on the thin negligee and she pulled it. The folds of sheer blue fabric fell open to reveal her enticing nakedness to him. Eyes riveted on his face, she put her hands on her hips, displaying herself to him brazenly. It was something she'd never done before and the shock was evident in Guy's face. Slowly her hands slid up her slender waist to cup and proffer the full ripened fruits of her breasts to him.
"I don't know about the boys, but I'm excited," she whispered huskily.
"Christ, baby," Guy groaned, tossing down his drink, too, and putting the glass down. In one step he'd reached out to crush her almost naked body to him. His mouth came down hard to claim her rosy pouting lips. Grace almost sobbed with relief that it was working. He'd forget about this afternoon. She'd make him forget!
As they faced each other for a moment, Guy's eyes drank in her budding beauty, seeing the pouting, upturned mounds of her large firm breasts, wide-spaced and set high up on her chest. Her tiny, nipped-in waist swelled out into curving but still girlish hips, and her flat belly pulled in forming a little hollow. He crushed her delicately feminine body close into the circle of his arms, his lips seeking hers and finding them, soft, pliant and ready.
Guy kissed her hard then, his throat making little animal sounds, as her mouth parted and her tongue darted hungrily into his mouth, the familiar honeyed taste of her driving through him to produce an involuntary jerking of his hardened penis against the confinement of his pants. He smoothed his hands over the nylon covered softness of her smooth back and allowed them to drift down to fondle and massage the swelling mounds of her buttocks.
Then the handsome blond coach pulled her tight against his loins, the lithe muscles of her buttocks working in his hands as she undulated gently up against him. For long moments, he savored the erotic probings of her tongue in his mouth, and the smooth silkiness of her grinding buttocks, before he slipped his thumbs back up and over the shoulders of her negligee and pulled it down so that it slipped off along the lust-inciting taper of her thighs to fall in a blue pool on the brick floor.
The deep kiss was unbroken as she stood, still encircled by his arms. He drew the dark triangle of her pelvis to him, and his tongue snaked out to pressure deeper through the wet warm cavern of her mouth. He heard her moan of desire and felt her hips flexing as she pressured herself in tight to him. Her body shuddered softly when his tongue made electrifying contact with hers deep in her mouth.
Grace Howe stood naked, looking out the window into the rapidly fading red glow of the sunset, while Guy's tongue stabbed keeningly erotic sensations coursing through her... Guy had been good to her... good for her, and she wanted to stay with him. Oh God... I'm glad he's forgotten this afternoon. I'd never be able to make it... if he kept questioning me! Then she raised her hands up to brush strands of her dark hair away from her face, pushing them behind her ears.
Gently then, she backed away from her husband, saying breathily, "Guy... let's get your clothes off, too... "
He looked at her and declared, "God... it's been so long, baby."
"If you're trying to say something... because you think I want to hear it... please don't say it!" she told him, her deep blue eyes somber as she regarded him.
"I want you, baby!" he said. "Because... I... I love you!"
He had blurted it out, and it was not like him. Seldom did he allow his real feelings to surface. She turned away from him, and he knew instantly he should not have said it.
"I - I want you, too..." she stammered.
He slipped his arms under hers, from behind, and cupped her breasts in his hands. Nuzzling into her neck through the cloud of dark curls, his hands smoothed down across the flat plane of her belly, caressingly, to play over her abdomen, one sliding on down to the silken triangle where he used the tip of his middle finger to titillate the short length of her fully hardened clitoris. Christ! She was hotter than she'd been in months! Vaguely he wondered what had set her off- but shit! It didn't matter. She was hot!
Then, he knew the crisis had passed as she leaned back against him, her eyes closed and her breath coming jerkily through half-parted lips. The sparks of sexual excitement in her where being fanned into licking flames of desire.
"I just didn't think you wanted me," she whispered, turning her face back against his where he nibbled now at her shoulder.
"... and I want to fuck, you so bad... my balls are aching!"
She turned in the circle of his arms, raw passion flushing her face, her eyes glazing as he held her close. Guy felt her hips move up against him again, the warmth of her transmitted to him clearly through the cloth of his pants. Grace tilted her head up to him to be kissed... and her hips, undulatingly urgent, told him to hurry. Jesus! It looked like he was going to have his wife back again. After the doc told them no kids - Grace'd been cold as ice.
Guy accepted the invitation of her lips. Their mouths met, welded and tongues thrust and parried, probing, tasting and ravaging, as a riotous welter of sensations slashed and seared their anticipating genitals.
His hands went exploring, moving down her back to the rounded moons of her smooth supple buttocks to feel them squirm in his palms again... and remembering that for all of her womanliness, she was still girlish.
Grace's hand slid down between them, to feel the pulsingly hardened shaft of her husband's cock. She remembered the massive adequacy of it, as she found the prominent bulge in his pants and outlined it with her fingers, an extra little thrill stabbing her deep inside when she made the electric contact. She moved her hand along its rock-hard length... and remembered that first time... remembered how frightened of it she had been... remembered the ecstasy it had brought her since. Then... Oh God! He hadn't wanted her in so long... He felt so huge! So much bigger than Leon's slender hardness. No - that wasn't what she wanted to remember.
Twisting her head aside, she gasped, "God... Guy... I want you to fuck me... quick!" She mustn't start thinking about that boy again. Swiftly, her hands went to work. She undid the buckle of his belt, her fingers zipping down his fly, her knowing hand reaching in to find and free his eagerly throbbing cock, bringing its massive, hardened presence out into the cool air to fondle and tease to complete readiness. The lovely young teacher gasped as she felt the surprising size of it again, its blood-heated warmth sensuously, erotically penetrating the palm of her slender hand which could not encompass it. Her touch brought it pulsing to even greater hardness, jerking involuntarily, and with a heightened feeling of awe, she began to explore it. She used her nails to scrape gently along its rigid length, knowing that it would give him a violent erotic charge. Her reward came almost instantly; she felt its lustful, expanding throb, accompanied by his low moan of pleasure. Yes, this was the right thing. Concentrate on her husband.
While she played there, below, Guy began tearing off his clothing, ridding himself of jacket and shirt. Bare to the waist now, he felt one of her hands snake down between his legs to cup his semen-filled testicles. Again, she used her nails to taunt and titillate, and he gasped aloud, the sensations sparking his massive penis to jerk involuntarily, and exude a viscous tear of heated pre-cum.
Feeling the pulsing, blood-swollen length hot in her hand, Grace suddenly shifted both hands to the shaft of his cock. She squeezed hard and held it for a couple of beats of his pulse. Again, Guy groaned, then gripped the waistband of his pants and shorts to pull them down over his hips to expose his naked loins to her completely. Then, using both hands, she began to twist the loose folds of skin along its hardened length, her hands rotating in opposite directions, as though she were wringing out a freshly laundered garment.
The exquisitely erotic sensations stabbed through his lust-engorged cock like a thousand pricking needles of fire, bringing yet another moan and a short gasp from his lips. God! He had to get his cock into her, fast! He stepped back, away from her, leaning over to rid himself of his shoes, so he could get his pants off. The damned clothes were getting in the way.
Quickly, the handsome coach shed his remaining clothes, tossing them carelessly aside in his rush, and he turned back to his eager young wife, who had been reluctant to release him even for a moment.
"God, baby... that's it!" he groaned. "Stop... before it's too late! I want to shove it... into your cunt...and fuck you... so you'll know you've really been fucked!"
Reaching down, he grasped her under the arms, and she was forced, reluctantly, to let his jerking cock slide from her hungrily clasping hand. His arms went around her, his hands dropping down to the supple smoothness of her buttocks to feel the silky, lithe girl flesh under his salacious hands. His fingers kneaded, caressingly, the tender young firmness that was so warm and pliant. Oh Christ! She was good enough to eat!
Then pulling her in tight against him, he forced the hardened rod of his big cock between her thighs, pushing it into the thin dark curls of the pubic hair lining her pulsating cuntal passage. He thrust it back and forth there, against her naked pussy-flesh, feeling the smooth moisture of her warmly throbbing pussy flow over his lust-heated hardness.
The firmly pointed buds of her erected nipples thrust into his chest as her arms went around him. Then parting her thighs slightly, Grace dropped her hands down to grasp his slim hard-muscled buttocks, pulling him in until their loins met, dark pubic hair intermeshed with blond, and his cock-head nestled solidly all the way up between her legs in the moist warmth of her pussy. The huge bulbous head of his shaft was taunting the tightly puckered little lips of her anus.
"You do want it as bad as I do don't you?" Guy rasped through his passion-dry throat, as he sawed the massive shaft back and forth in the tender flesh of her slickly moistened cuntal mouth. "You want me to... fuck you?"
"Oh yes! God yes!" Grace moaned. "I'm so hot... I've got to have that big cock of yours... in my cunt... fucking me..."
She leaned back away from him, breaking the circle of his arms, and with a guttural groan, Guy scooped up the tall tanned girl who was his wife and carried her into their bedroom. He didn't know what the hell had happened to her, but whatever it was, he was all for it! Christ! He couldn't remember her ever getting this hot! Their sex life had been a fiasco for months - ever since they found out there'd be no babies and by God it was time to get back to normal. Hell, it was past time!
He couldn't understand it. Never had he ever found her making dinner before in a sexy negligee. It was as though she was trying to tell him something. Breathing hard, he laid her down on their king-sized bed. Lying on her back, her thighs spread obscenely, ready to receive him, her hands flitted narcissistically over her breasts, fondling and cupping them in lewd invitation, then sliding down over her flat belly, down the outside of her thighs and back up the soft inner surface to her sparsely hair-lined pussy which she rubbed while she waited for him to mount her.
Guy glanced down between her thighs, now slightly parted; he felt as though he should be embarrassed, that he should feel ashamed to be gazing so openly at his wife's sexual treasures. But there was only the feeling of incredible warmth and desire that burned painfully now in his cock, a gnawing passion for her, a hunger like he'd never felt before!
Grace could sense that he liked what he saw, and she responded almost immediately with a wider spreading of her smoothly tanned thighs and an unobstructed view of her trembling pussy-lips, now opened fully to his eager stare. A closer look told her husband what he wanted to know- she was excited, all right, "turned on" by just the sensual pleasure of being naked and vulnerable before him. There was a thin line of tell-tale moisture along the rim of her slightly-parted vaginal flanges, a narrow trail of warm moistness along the slit of her cunt as she exposed herself, unashamed, to him.
"You're so beautiful!" The words just seemed to come, and immediately Guy regretted having spoken them. He felt like an inexperienced adolescent and hated himself for giving away his eagerness. The madly excited coach tried to restrain himself, though he would have liked nothing better than to drop to all fours and bury his tongue in that soft deliciously pulsating crevice between her trim naked thighs. There wasn't any doubt that Grace was readier for making love than she'd ever been before. This was his woman, all made for love-making, not the kind for a "quickie", but the sort you begin slowly with, then follow her lead as she sucks you into a whirlpool of passion and pleasure. By God, he didn't know how she suddenly got this way, but he sure as hell was going to take advantage of it!
Grace grinned up at him coyly, measuring his response as she moistened her pink lips with the wet tip of a pointed tongue, rolling it slowly tantalizingly from side to side.
Guy stood there watching for a moment, his long thick cock jutting out from his hairy loins at an acute angle. Grace's eyes were zeroed in on it, a smile of fearful, yet lewd anticipation creasing her face. She was always surprised every time she saw it like this... and realized its true enormity. But, she wanted it! God! How badly she needed it!
"Oh God... Guy it scares me every time, even though we've been married all this time," she gasped. "And I just don't know... how I can take it!"
He didn't answer, momentarily confused, but before he could react, his voluptuous naked wife perversely lifted both her bare arms up and pulled him down onto her, opened her smooth silky thighs when they fused together, then clamping them tightly around one of his legs. Guy gasped at the feel of her incredible body, the warmly inviting suppleness of her flesh, the enticing firmness of her thighs that squeezed him like a newly awakening teenager.
As their lips smashed hotly together, tongues alternately pushing and pulling, she ground her naked pelvis harder against his loins. Guy could feel her shiver from head to toe as her voluptuous softness rubbed maddeningly against the throbbing ridge of his cock. He wanted her... wanted her more than anything now! But that wasn't what excited him the most. What fanned this incredible burning desire in his loins was her own passion, her own unconcealed, unashamed lust for his body... for the satisfying thrust of his eager cock into the sheath of her shamelessly wanton pussy.
The wet smear from his pulsing cock was streaking against her naked thigh, but she didn't ease her thorough massaging of his hardening erection. With the smoothness of her thigh and the firm, gentle mound of her pubis, the desperate young wife ground against him rhythmically, teasingly, stirring an incredible agony of lustful passion in his loins, filling his swollen testicles with a seething inferno of boiling sperm. He was sure that any second now he would burst apart from the unbearable pressure!
For a moment's pause, he pulled his tongue from the voraciously sucking oval of her lips and snuggled his face alongside hers, easing his hand down her side to fondle the ivory moon of her ass-cheek. His thoughts flashed backward. It staggered the imagination! Grace was liberal in a lot of areas, but this was beyond the limits even for her! He wondered why she was out to prove she wasn't a prude, to show him she was as "hip" as anybody, but he knew better. No matter how unbridled their love-making had been, Grace was still innocent to the ways of real sex, to the skilled practices that came only with experience. No, something had happened - but what?
Guy squeezed a thick handful of her warm naked buttocks between his fingers and she responded with a shiver that shook even his own body as he lay on top of her. He realized that she was quivering beneath him, her pelvic mound pressed up against his virile male loins, her thighs clamped together around his leg as she squeezed the firmness of his flesh against the hotly eager lips of her cunt, pushing her soft hungry pussy shamelessly against his naked flesh.
Grace reached down the length of her husband's muscular back, ran her fingers over the hard swell of his buttocks, and then shoved her hands between his legs, squeezing firmly but tenderly the hair-covered sac beneath his turgid cock. He moaned, at the electric touch of her fingers, "Oh Christ, I want you... I want you so bad, Grace. I want some of that cunt, baby!"
"Oh yes... Guy... and hurry! Please, hurry!" She held her arms up to him again, inviting him, taunting him to come into her, and below her thighs were splayed out wide to receive him, as her hips ground in tiny impatient circles under him.
The madly aroused coach lowered himself down on top of her, his hips wedging easily into the wide angle of her thighs, his lancing hardness probing for the tender young flesh of her moist cuntal slit. The instant his lust-inflated cock flesh touched her, she shuddered under him with sensual delight, her whole body quivering with ecstatic anticipation.
Then he gritted out, between passion-clenched teeth, "I'm going to fuck you, hard, Grace! Wild and hard... like you've never had it before!"
"Oh, Guy, darling, I hope so! Do it to me... like that... deep and hard... just as hard as you can! I want to feel like I'm stuffed full of your big hard cock!"
And she meant it! Her sexual arousal had reached such an insane level of desire that she could barely contain herself. She wanted his huge hardness up inside her, pounding into her loins with masculine power and strength. She wanted his massive cock to turn her cunt inside out... to tear her... rip her... destroy her with its ecstatic power... she wanted it to subdue her... subjugate her! She wanted to be his sex-slave... and she wanted it now... with all her being!
She had to forget this afternoon! If Guy, her own husband fucked her crazy, fucked her half to death, then maybe she could forget - forget her terrible evil transgression with that child. Her entire naked body was yielding against his masculine firmness; her lips once more soft and moist as they crushed against his.
He arched his back away from her as he felt her hand slip down between them, her fingers eagerly closing on the rigid shaft of his hard cock. A cry of deliciously erotic joy escaped her throat as her fingers gripped tightly around the lust-stiffened length of his penis, and Guy kissed her harder in reply, probing hungrily with his tongue between her teeth, grinding against her as her very touch brought a wave of maddening desire to his throbbing loins.
Then, the head of his cock resting at the hungering portal of her cunt, she moaned, "Oh, Guy... please give it to me... now! Shove your cock into my cunt... and fuck it! Fuck it hard, darling!" She was desperate! Her head tossed frantically as her hands clawed at his back.
Guy waited a few seconds... and during that time, Grace felt as though her whole existence was concentrated in her quiveringly expectant vagina. There was nothing else in the world as important! She was an aching, anticipating cunt... waiting to be cloven... torn asunder and fulfilled... and the cleaving, the filling, and the fulfilling could be done only by her husband's hard pulsating cock! Nothing else existed for her... only the delicious sensations coursing in her vibrantly wanting... needing cunt! Now! She willed him. Now!
The wildly aroused teacher wriggled forward just a bit, a soft moan on her lips as the full length of his desire-hardened penis nestled against her ravenous pussy. He reached down beneath her with strong arms and cradled her voluptuous nakedness against him, savored the quivering undulations of her soft body trapped helplessly beneath him.
He maneuvered her now unprotected cunt up even tighter against him, dragging the lust-inflated head of his cock back and forth through the moist pink slit of her pussy, flicking the end of his cock along the taut cuntal slit as it grew wetter and warmer with every smooth caressing stroke. Her whole pelvis began to rotate desperately, her blood-filled pussy-lips nibbling eagerly at his thick hard member. Suddenly, with an anguished cry of ravished impatience, she snaked her legs up around him, locking them behind his thighs, pressuring him harder against her writhing nakedness.
"Darling, please, I've got to have you! I need you... please! Please, now!" she screamed.
Guy was as eager to feel those warm pussy-lips close around his cock as she was to have it inside her. Again she grabbed for his aching penis and pressed it forward into the deep, fleshy sheath of her cunt, guiding it through the fine mist of soft pubic hair into the quivering lips of her burning vagina. He stopped there a second, watching her eyes close, her lips part in a moan of torment; he could not wait an instant longer! Snapping his hips toward her with all his strength, he rammed his cock home with a vicious thrust that slicked his rock-hard flesh like a spear into the softly yielding walls of her pulsating cunt.
"Aaaaaaaahhhh," she moaned with soul-stirred relief as her warmly constrictive pussy sheath slipped like a tight, butter-filled glove over the full length of his cock, the tender cuntal flesh parting before it as the huge swollen head drove between the now widely stretched pink lips.
With the smoothness of a well-oiled piston, his great cock smashed into the passage of her vagina, the hotly throbbing head bursting through the resilient opening and racing unchecked up into her belly. His lusty cock plunged far up to the very depths of her cunt, the blood-engorged head nudging past her cervix to lodge finally up against the far back wall of her quivering vaginal passage.
Like a two-edged sword, it brought Grace instant pleasure... accompanied by instant in... and she groaned aloud in an anguish of mixed emotions. But, choosing to ignore the painful part of it, she concentrated on the keening sensuality, mouth open, breath rasping in her lungs, eyes glazed and unseeing, and thigh shaking as she took in all of his immense length and thickness, receiving him to the fullest. His loins smacked loudly, painfully into hers, and below, his sperm-laden balls swung up hard to thud into the smooth hairless crevice between her nakedly upturned buttocks.
"Oh! OOhh! Oooooohhhh! Godddd! It's so biiiggg! And... so gooooooodd!" she moaned in tormented enchantment.
Guy grinned widely, delighted that he'd finally gotten the upper hand. About time, by God! He rammed his cock's throbbing head deep inside her, his balls slapping hard against the firmly fleshy cheeks of her buttocks, as she squirmed to ease the sudden pain. It made him feel good to skewer his young wife like this, to fill her so full of cock that she couldn't escape! Just moments ago, he'd been putty in her hands, but now the tables were turned, and he had her just where he wanted her, helpless to return his pain, unable to strike back as he swiveled his hips and sadistically ground his burrowing cock deeper and deeper into her hopelessly impaled belly. The sheer wickedness of it inspired him almost as much as the sight of her voluptuously naked body spread wide beneath him!
With inspired vitality now, Guy ground his pelvis into the softly wriggling feminine flesh under his weight as she pushed back hard and fast against him, arching up and lifting them both from the bed as a long, low moan issued continually from her parted lips. With rhythmic fluidity, she opened and tightened her thighs around him with every punishing thrust that he buried deep in her now hungrily clasping pussy. Her mouth opened and her head tossed wildly from side to side as she squirmed and writhed like a fish impaled on a spear. His long hard strokes had found their mark, and a hoarse cry punctuated her incessant moans as the blood-filled tip of his penis slammed against her cervix at the end of every driving thrust!
With insane power, Guy began driving his lust-hardened cock in and out of her, pounding wildly, probing always deeper and deeper, harder and harder, not pausing for a moment as he pinned her to the bed, skewering her with his rigid male-flesh, his massive cock pummeling her, fucking her like some mythological sex demon.
Pulling her thighs back hard, the handsome coach mashed them down tightly against the swelling ripeness of her breasts to completely expose her helpless body to his will. It gave him the fullest access, allowing him to thrust into her to the full length of his massively driving hardness. She was moaning unceasingly now, her hips grinding up at him in shameless undulations, countering his pile-driving lunges with the vigor of her supple young flesh.
Grace was afire with sex... and the fire was fed on the mounting sensations within her, obliterating all thoughts except those of sensual ecstasy! There was only one thing of which she was fully aware: the lewd animal coupling of their wetly locked genitals. It was pure rapture!
What had started as distraction-a feint to keep her husband from forcing her to remember the awful thing she'd done that afternoon-had turned to something else entirely. She wanted him to hurt her, to use her as she deserved, to make her forget her own use of that innocent child - and yet, every time she closed her eyes and gave herself up to this bliss that was filling the center of her being-she saw young Leon. He was the one who was fucking her so viciously-that beautiful boy! Oh God!
Only vaguely she knew that hands were running over her, like the licking flames around a hearth-log. His lips were on hers, his tongue probing her mouth in obscene imitation of the action below. Now, his lips were on the smooth satiny skin of her breasts, kissing, sucking and biting... biting at her swollen nipples until tiny droplets of blood rose on them... and a strange, masochistic pleasure was added to the already soaring rapture in her fire-seared cuntal passage!
Guy's body covered her, the heated friction of his skin on hers an added heightening of sensation as he drove into her. His strong lean body strained to bury the heavy rod of his cock up to the very root with every thundering plunge.
"Baby, baby, it's so good, so good! Listen, listen..." She was trying to raise her voice, but every time she spoke, the naked man on top of her rammed another piercing jab far up into her belly, "Listen, lover," she whispered, "put your finger up my ass-hole! Shove it all the way up me, darling! Hurt me, hurt me bad! Make me scream!"
This was something new for Guy, but he wasn't wasting any time; his hand reached down under her and slid between the lust-dampened cheeks of her buttocks, his fingers searching the soft flesh as he probed for the forbidden orifice. His middle fingertip suddenly found the tightly puckered little circle of her anus, moistened with the rivulet of cuntal moisture that seeped down from the warm wet slit above, where his penis was still sawing into her in long deep thrusts. He pushed at the incredibly tight ring of muscle, gently at first, then a little harder, feeling it tighten and resist his lewd entry in quivering spasms of involuntary tensing.
"Yes, lover, that's it! Hurt me, honey, hurt me so good!"
Another push and his middle finger was sunk to the base inside her rectal passage, and she was screaming with the pain, but urging him on. He had to fight her to keep her powerful thighs and back from tossing him in the air as she thrust and ground against his cock and his finger like a wild savage, completely lost in her own wanton madness. Guy could hardly believe the fantastic sensation! He could feel his cock tunneling into her through the fleshy membrane that separated the two passages, and he shoved both his finger and his cock into her with perfect rhythm, in slow, steady strokes that were driving her insane with unbearable desire.
His cock felt as large as the end of a baseball bat, swollen and distended beyond belief, yet the soft wet walls of pink flesh held him securely, the moist edges of her pussy-lips sucking him deeper and deeper into the whirlpool of her passion. Every inward thrust slammed his sperm-bloated testicles against the widespread crevice of her buttocks and the palm of his hand as he shoved still another finger into the tight fleshy opening. She screamed as the two stiffened fingers stretched the delicate ring of her anus unbearably wide, and her nails bit into his back and left thin streaks of red across his shoulder blades as she writhed frantically beneath him. Struggling in a masochistic torment of passion, Grace was trying to suck every muscular inch of her husband's firm hard body into the ravenously hungry orifices up between her legs.
Guy doubted he could hold back the searing flood of thick hot sperm that was aching to burst from his testicles as he pumped into her faster now, every thrust taking him to the hidden reaches of her churning belly, every deep lunging motion bringing another cry of anguished ecstasy to her parted lips. Her thighs were gripped around him like a vise, and he knew she would reach her climax soon. She moaned from deep in her throat as he responded with a savage, plundering assault on her pussy with his skewering cock, matched with a steady ravishment of her painfully stretched anus with his fingers.
Her knees were pressed tightly back, nearly doubling her body in half, her nakedly upturned pussy moist with the flowing juices of her desire. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted with an inaudible cry. She choked the words finally from her throat.
"Oh, God, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! That's it, lover, that's wonderful! I'm cumming! Fuck me hard, hard! Tear me open with your big cock!" Her ankles were behind his shoulders as she ground her buttocks hungrily upward, lifting them both up bodily from the bed, her whole body writhing with unbelievable strength, strength drawn from the fathomless well of passion the boy inside her head was tapping.
The room suddenly echoed with a soul-rending moan that tore from Grace's lips with all the fury of her pent-up passion. Her body tensed its full sweat-moistened length, arching high off the bed so that only her shoulders and heels touched the mattress, as she ground her body upward into his and fused them together in one lewdly writhing union. Her hands locked on the firm muscular half-moons of his buttocks, pulling him deeper into her belly, as she quivered with the agony of her impending climax.
"Aaaagggghhh..." Her cry trailed off to a whimper of anguished pleasure, and Guy let go of the painful contraction that had held back the seething torrent of hot liquid cum building up in the confines of his lust-swollen balls. He felt the current of viscous fluid race along the shaft of his organ, pause for an instant, then spurt in an unending stream into his wildly gyrating young wife's quivering belly. Guy shuddered, then shuddered again, as his balls were emptied of their life-giving juices. He felt her body loosen as she collapsed in his arms, and then he fell forward onto her, so weakened that he could not support himself a second longer outstretched over her still-trembling naked body. She still gripped his buttocks with her long tanned legs, holding his softening cock inside her, cradled in the wet flesh-lined sheath of her sperm-flooded pussy, and she opened her mouth to speak, to thank him, to say anything, but the words wouldn't come. She held his naked firm body tight against hers and they lay very still for a long time, the almost unconscious teacher's mouth opened vacantly, the eyes shut against the world.
CHAPTER THREE
The drive to Apple Cove High School was usually one of the more enjoyable parts of the day for Grace. Mist still rose from the hills and shafts of sunlight spotlighted the dark oaks tucked into the hollows. Depending on their schedules, she and Guy drove together or separately. Today he drove to the airport and left his car in the car park before boarding the plane for San Francisco, as Grace drove her little blue car mechanically to school, not even noticing the scenery she loved so much.
Much as she had been carried away in the wild love-making with Guy, Grace knew that she was inexorably being drawn deeper into a fascination that had started with young Leon Welsh. All night she had dreamed of the young boy... intimate sexual dreams in which his normal-sized adolescent penis grew to mammoth proportions and on the point of contact with her defenseless body she would wake up crying, seeing that his face had changed to an evilly grinning Guy. It had been terrifying and she was more afraid than she'd ever been. Even Guy's holding her close and soothing her like a child with a nightmare could not dispel the awful pictures that ran through her head.
Then this morning they'd almost had a quarrel about his going on the seminar. Grace was so afraid of the camping trip that Guy had insisted she would have to handle.
"Look, baby. You know what our goal is... we want a school of our own. Well, everything we do in the way of teaching boys is not only experience but it's proof that we are capable of handling that kind of responsibility. Either you're with me on this or you're not. Either you want to help or you don't I don't know what's gotten into you lately. You've always been willing to help me before."
It was true. She had always been willing to help her husband with anything. Now, how could she tell him that she was afraid to be alone with the very boys they hoped someday to have as students in their own school? How could she tell him that she couldn't trust herself after... oh God! Finally the tormented teacher had had to accept the camping trip in order not to arouse Guy's suspicions. She'd simply have to summon all her strength. After all, she'd already lived all these years and had never been tempted before even though she taught adolescent boys all the time. It would be all right she told herself. Her aggressiveness with Guy had paid off. He did want her... and if he neglected her again she would just have to take the initiative. If her own sex life was satisfactory then she wouldn't be tempted again, she reasoned.
All this whirled through the young brunette's head as she went through the routine of the morning classes. By lunch time she was feeling better. The pounding headache had gone and the world seemed to have settled down again to normalcy. During the lunch hour Guy called from San Francisco to tell her he'd arrived safely and not to worry about him and that he knew she'd handle the camping trip well. After all, they'd taken boys on camping trips dozens of times. He said he'd be back in ten days and she was to remember that he loved her.
By afternoon Grace had convinced herself that what she'd done the day before was a momentary aberration out of a whole lifetime. Everyone went a little crazy at least once in their lives. She mustn't judge herself so harshly. Everything was going to be fine. Guy thought so and she must think so too.
When the bell rang at three-thirty, she found she was tired... but pleasantly so... as though she'd done a good day's work. She was looking forward to a little shopping and then a nice quiet evening. Maybe she'd even buy herself a sexy nightgown to welcome Guy home with. After all... the negligee had worked pretty well.
Walking down the deserted hall the young teacher was feeling almost herself again. She shifted her books to the arm and dug in her purse for her car keys. Already the school was deserted. The kids wasted no time when that bell rang. Her heels echoed hollowly on the tile floor.
Suddenly Grace heard a groan. She stopped still and listened. There it was again. Someone was in trouble... but where? She looked down the deserted corridor. There was no one in sight in either direction. The doors along the hall were all closed. Then she realized that the sound had come from the boys' rest room. Oh dear. Some boy must be in trouble.
She started to knock but realized that could prove embarrassing too. Instead she decided to peek in quietly and see if there really was any problem. Setting her books and purse on the floor she eased the door open a crack. No one was supposed to use the bathrooms after school. They knew the rules... but obviously someone had chosen to ignore them. After all, there was such a thing as an emergency. She'd always thought it a silly rule. Like so many of the rules in public schools, it was just an harassment. When she and Guy had their own school they'd do away with such nonsense.
She paused and looked through the open crack of the door, surprised to see that it was Ben Gay. He was urinating in the urinal and looking around the tiled room at the same time, his dark brown eyes finally closing as another groan came out his mouth.
The sound of his young stream as it splattered down into the water of the bowl, plus the way he stood spread-legged holding his penis which was hidden from her, caused a ripple of excitement to flutter through Grace. She stood in absolute silence, her eyes fixed in fascination on him.
She sensed the seeping moisture of her own relieving movements, until abruptly, he leaned over and shook his penis. As she continued to watch, he lowered himself to straddle the urinal, stretching his legs out in front of him, his intentions very apparent.
She saw it then, his hardened, virile young penis protruding through the open fly of his pants, its length and thickness almost half again the size of little Leon's. She felt her mouth and throat going flannel-dry, additional tingles of aroused sensations spiraling through her pelvis and belly as he unhesitantly began to lewdly stroke his exposed white spear of swollen hardness.
At first, the obscene spectacle he made, sprawled out before as he vigorously began to work the loose outer layer of white skin up and down the shaft of his rigid young penis, nearly unnerved Grace. She had never before seen man or boy play with himself, and while it had its immediate repulsive effects on her, it simultaneously rekindled the lecherous sensations she had known the day before with his classmate. Her wide blue eyes glued themselves in unrestrained and growing lust on the long white thickness of his hardened cock, the glistening purple of its glans captivating her with every revealing downstroke of his hand.
She felt the seeping moisture of her own arousal dampening the narrow strip of nylon panties between her thighs, and a sudden urge to place her hand there became almost overwhelming. At the same time, the realization that this boy was old enough to feel the urgent need for sex flashed like a neon sign in her brain! Every moment of the forbidden pleasure she had known with Leon Welsh raced incitingly through her!
"Ben Gay!" Grace hissed sharply, pressing open the door and quickly moving in on him, her lecherously infused brain beginning to scheme lustily. In shocked awe, the good looking young boy gaped up at her as she closed the door tightly, her unexpected presence completely destroying him. "What is the meaning of this... this obscene thing you're doing to yourself?" the beautiful teacher asked.
"Oh... oh crap... oh man... ooohhh...!" he moaned, his young face starting to crumble before her, tears of horrified shame brimming from his dark eyes to gush down his cheeks, the young mouth twisting in grotesque grimace of unabashed shame. He bent forward quickly to hide from her the exposed sight of his rapidly deflating young penis, his wriggling movements assuring her that he was putting it away and trying to zip up his fly.
"I demand an answer, Ben!" Grace insisted with a harsh whisper, having no intention of letting him slip out of her clutches now. "What were you doing? Answer me... or would you rather that I call your father?"
"Oh man, Mrs. Howe... please don't do that...!" he choked out between sobs. "Please?"
"You were playing with yourself, weren't you? Isn't that right?" she taunted through clenched white teeth, a twinge of sadistic delight darting through her at his weeping helplessness.
"Y-Yes... yes," he nodded, his crying face buried in his lap now, his obvious debasement forcing him to hide his features from her.
"Well, that must be something new in gymnastics that I'm not familiar with," Grace continued, intending to destroy his last bit of resistance. "Tell me, do you get an athletic award for that, Ben? Do you?"
"Oh crap... don't, Mrs. Howe," the sobbing boy pleaded. "I-I'm sorry... terribly, terribly sorry... honest!"
"Really? And how do you think your parents are going to react to your belated sorrow, young man?" Grace snapped down at him, waiting as she stood with hands on hips for the next move.
It began as he slowly raised his head, his young, tear-filled eyes begging her. "Y-you won't tell them will you? Please... please don't, Mrs. Howe - it'd be terrible for me at home if you did! Please don't...?"
Grace released a long, slow sigh, then rubbed her hand over her brow as if she were making a momentous decision. "God knows, I don't want to hurt you, Ben, or any of the boys for that matter. But... but what you were doing... at least, you could be more careful... using the school rest room and after class like this..." She paused there, letting the unexpected gist of her words sink into his brain, the surprised expression on his youthful face revealing the agony he was going through. "Tell me, do you play with yourself often, Ben?"
His face flushed a crimson-red and he shook his head in the anticipated lie. Of course, he did... she hoped he did! She reached down and gently drew him to his feet, noting that his pants were zipped and there was no telltale swelling there. God, he was as tall as she, with such a youthfully handsome face. Grace took it between her hands, forcing him to look directly into her eyes. Then, she said: "I like you a great deal, Ben... but I haven't made up my mind just what to do about... about this, as yet. I - I think you better come down to the teacher's room with me and well discuss it further."
He nodded. "Wh-whatever you say, Mrs. Howe... O-Okay... and I'm sorry, Mrs. Howe. Honest, I am."
"There, there... now don't fret anymore," the scheming young teacher said, unable to resist the urge to lean forward and kiss his forehead. "We'll work it out, darling. Trust me."
Grace felt her breath coming in ever quickening gasps as she closed the door to the teacher's lounge behind them. Momentarily, she leaned back against it and stood there, her curvaceous young body trembling with the fervid sensations coursing wildly through it. Nearly forgotten was the personal vow she had solemnly pledged to such a short time before. In fact, as it tried to press forward in her wantonly aroused mind, she forcefully banished it as if it had never existed.
Instead, her brain became filled with the picture of Ben Gay furiously stroking his hardened young cock, the expression on his excited face telling of the buried, exquisite pleasure that had possessed him! She couldn't erase it from her mind.
Ben Gay sat on the edge of the teachers' cot, staring fearfully, if blankly, at the closed door his teacher was leaning on. Crap, what was going to happen to him now? Why hadn't she let him go? Unless she intended to tell his folks after all... but the last thing she'd said was that they'd work it out, and for him to trust her... Oh man, what a stupid dope he was, getting caught like that with his cock right in his hand, his balls churning like crazy! If only he'd taken time to close and lock the door, none of this would have happened. Man, he was really in for it if she told his dad. Things were always bad enough around the house between his parents without something like this... but Mrs. Howe said they'd work it out... to trust her... and wow, she was so pretty! His young, dark eyes widened as Mrs. Howe walked toward the center of the room in front of him, the lights behind her shadowing her face.
Grace read his expression of awe as he sat stiffly gaping at her, his teenage eyes raking over her provocative curves in bewildered, but unhidable excitement.
Ben hardly knew what to make of it. She was wearing a thin sweater and skirt that showed off her high full breasts and rounded hips. Her curly dark hair tumbled down around her face like the pictures he'd seen of movie stars, and her blue eyes seemed to dance with tiny fiery lights sparkling inside them. He'd always been shy around her because she was so beautiful, but he'd never really been alone with her before. Man! He'd never seen such smooth, pretty legs on any girl, and whatever that skirt was made of, it fit her like a second skin, hugging tight against the puffy lace between her thighs! And her tits... man! They were just barely tucked inside that sweater, swelling out at the neckline with just a thin crack separating them... as if they were going to burst out any second...!
"The others have gone, Ben. Everyone's gone home. Now we can talk this affair over," Grace said in a quivering husky voice, moving toward the chair beside the bed. She was trembling, but pleased that he had ogled her to the fullest during those long seconds she had stood there. His handsome young eyes were bugging, and there was little question in her lust-filled mind concerning the renewed swelling at the front of his trousers. "Would you like something... a Coke maybe... from the Coke machine?"
"Ah... I... no... no, thanks..."
Grace folded herself into the chair across from him, one leg bent beneath her to sit on, her skirt hiking up to reveal the smoothly tanned flesh halfway up her shapely thigh. She lit a cigarette and watched him sitting rigidly across from her. God, what was she doing, anyway... turning into some kind of animal? It wasn't too late... she could stop it right then and there! Her brain reeled as she fought a losing battle with her conscience.
"What you were doing in the bathroom, Ben, is not unnatural. I think you'd find, if people were honest about it, that everyone has done it at one time or another... and some, quite consistently." She leaned forward toward him. "Tell me, dear... do you do it often?"
Once more that same question. Ben felt his cheeks reddening. He managed to shake his head. "N-No... honest...not very often..."
"How often, Ben?" the beautiful teacher pursued.
He shrugged his broad young shoulders in embarrassment. "I... I don't know... really I don't..."
"Twice a week would you say... or maybe three, four, five times?" Grace persisted, inwardly delighting in the sense of power she derived from having the upper hand. "As often as once a day, Ben? Tell me the truth, do you play with yourself that much? Tell me!"
"I-I don't know... maybe... oh crap, Mrs. Howe, what difference does it make, anyway?" he half-moaned, shaking his good looking young head and hiding his face from her with his hands.
"It might make a great difference to your parents, Ben," Grace reminded him in a brittle voice, "if they were to find out what happened here today!"
"No... no please!" the boy exclaimed, dropping his hands and looking directly at her. "Don't do that, Mrs. Howe. They'd make life so miserable for me... I-I'd have to run away or something, honest!"
Grace took a long drag from her cigarette. Finally, in a softened voice she said: "Don't worry, darling... I'm not going to tell a soul, because I don't think it'll be necessary. I believe I can personally help you. Would you like that, Ben... for me to help you break that disgusting habit?"
He continued to stare at her, his hands fidgeting in his lap while he tried to make sense from her words. "I - I don't understand what you mean, Mrs. Howe..."
"Only that I think I can help you, darling... if you want me to," the vivacious brunette half-whispered, still leaning forward so that the deep cleft between her breasts was fully available to his view. "You see, Ben, it all boils down to one problem... you need a girl friend... and you don't have one, do you?"
He shook his head. "I - I wish I did... but there isn't anybody..." he started, then let his voice trail off.
"That's hard to understand," Grace half-whispered, "a handsome young boy like you. If I were your age, I'd be thrilled to be your girl... go to a show with you... let you kiss me and... and do things to me... "
For a long moment Ben merely sat and stared at her. "Y-You're teasing me, aren't you? You don't mean that at all."
Grace laughed a warm little laugh. "Of course I mean it, Ben... and just to prove it, let's pretend... pretend that I am your real girl friend, all right? Would you like that?"
Ben swallowed tightly, hardly able to take his eyes from the deep smooth valley separating her full, high-set breasts. He tried to speak, but couldn't, and instead, eagerly nodded his head.
"And... and would you kiss me if I were?" Grace taunted excitedly, certain now that all was going as she wanted, the slight stirring in the front of his jeans adding to her intensively mounting desire. "I mean really kiss me and mean it, Ben?"
The boy was still too overwhelmed to speak and she knew it, but when he finally nodded his head, Grace got slowly to her feet and crossed over to drop down on the cot beside him. She knew he could smell the fragrance she wore, and with her eyes uncontrollably devouring him, she leaned close, her petulant lower lip quivering as she whispered, "Show me, Ben... show me how you would kiss me and really mean it!"
The young brunette teacher saw and felt the tremble of excitement rack the boy's entire frame. He was thunderstruck. She reached out to let her arms slip hungrily around him and draw him to her.
"Your secret is safe with me, and I'll make you all better... beautifully better, so that you'll never have to, or want to, play with yourself again. No... you'll come to me instead," she added feverishly, enveloping him with the temptation of her sensual curves, her full, yielding breasts flattening against the solidness of his developing chest, her soft warm belly brushing his. She kissed him then, tenderly, but not open-lipped, yet with heady feminine passion.
Grace felt his strong hands clasp at her waist through the material of her sweater. Searchingly, but with guarded protectiveness he was bracing himself as she slowly let her moistened lips part, and her tongue sought the hot freshness of his sweet young mouth!
Oh... oh... oh... man... man... man! Ben thought. What the devil was happening anyway? Maybe he was flipping or something? It just couldn't be... not Mrs. Howe, his coach's wife, kissing him like this? But fuck almighty, she was! Kissing him with her hot moist lips... holding him in a crushing grip against her voluptuously soft breasts until he could feel their tiny nipples digging into his chest like pebbles! And... and there was her tongue, wetly trying to worm its way into his mouth! Man, she was trying to French kiss him... really French kiss him the way the guys said some of the older girls at school did it! Oh... oh... his cock was hard as a stick, and jerking like crazy!
Completely lost now in the licentious passion of newly discovered lust, Grace clasped Ben tightly in her arms while she smothered his teenage face and lips with ardent kisses. Finally, she let her one slender hand smooth down into his lap, feeling him tremble beneath its soft, exploring touch. She didn't rush toward her goal, but moved slowly, seductively, teasing her fingers and palm along the inside of his thigh with gentle pressure. At last, she touched it... the straining outline of his swollen penis inside the tight-fitting jeans. The wildly aroused young teacher felt his shuddering gasp at the erogenous contact. A searing sensation of intensified desire burned through her belly as she traced the length of jerking hardness delicately with thumb and forefinger.
"Oh Ben... it feels so hard!" she whispered huskily against his panting young mouth.
"D-Doesn't it hurt... all cramped inside there like that? Here... let me take it out for you so that it can stiffen up right. After all, that's what girl friends are for, aren't they?"
"Unnnhhh... oh wowwwww...!" Ben grunted in confusion, the tension building in his loins. He felt her soft hand caressing, then unzipping his fly and he whimpered again. Her fingers crept gently inside his pants through the opening in his shorts to smooth over the almost hairless flesh. Then they wrapped with possessive warmness right around the feverishly throbbing shaft of his cock and brought it out naked into the air of the teachers' lounge.
Crap! He couldn't have stopped her if his life depended on it! Shivers of lewd excitement thunderbolted through his swollen balls and penis and upward into his belly. Man! Man! She had his cock right in her soft little hand and... and she was stroking it! He watched her sliding the loose outer skin knowingly up and down... then... oh crap... she was fondling his balls!
"Mmmmmm, Ben... you feel so good!" Grace breathed hotly into the teenager's gasping mouth, the incredibly exciting aroma and taste of her just about blowing his mind! "Don't... don't you think it's time we both got naked... that is, if I'm really going to be of any help to you...?"
Jees! He couldn't answer her; his throat felt as if someone had taken a rasp to it! She was still half-smiling at him, her moist red lips partially opened, her long-lashed blue eyes alive with a billion sparks of light. Oh man, he knew he shouldn't. There was something all wrong about it... but he was going to... he was going to do whatever she said! Besides, she'd caught him cold, hadn't she? What else could he do? He couldn't let her go to his parents... and... and she was so beautiful anyway! Her full rounded breasts were ready to burst right out of that skimpy sweater! He just had to see them naked, all of her, her pussy and that tight little ass!
"You mustn't be frightened, Ben. I only want to help you, to cure you of wanting to play with yourself," she encouraged, squeezing his youthful hardness meaningfully in her warm hand. "It would please me if you did it... right to me... like this..." she added feverishly, lowering her head downward bit by bit until it was right over his desire-hardened rod of cock-flesh.
Ben felt his eyes bugging, even though he couldn't see the actual penetration of his cock in her mouth. He felt her hand at the base of his penis, drawing the foreskin down from its sensitive tip, and a second later, the contact of her tongue on the little split sent frenzied jolts of wild exhilaration charging through every nerve of his hotly excited young body.
He choked out a loud grunt, then felt the soft moistness of her lips slipping down over his tingling cock-head... down... down! Crap, he'd swear she'd sucked the whole length of it right up into her pretty little mouth! He could feel the pressure of her sucking cheeks drawing on it for a long moment before she slowly raised her head, lashing her tongue crazily around it as she sucked her way up off it... until she was again smiling sensuously into his hypnotized face!
"Now you see what I mean, Ben darling? That's the way we're going to cure you... by showing you what it's really like, so that you'll never have to imagine anymore and want to play with yourself while you think about it," she whispered seductively, trying unsuccessfully to control the raging lust that was devouring her.
Ben gaped at the salaciously moistened lips that had just been locked around his bloated cock. They glistened with the light from the window that looked out on the school grounds. He tried to swallow the parched dryness that had taken his voice.
"Well?" Grace pressed.
He nodded his head and she leaned forward to kiss his gaping mouth. Then slowly getting to her feet, she slipped out of the sweater and skirt and let them fall with a whisper to the floor. The incredulous teenager stared at her from his frozen position on the bed, his dark eyes anxiously fixed on the curvaceous body that was about to reveal its secrets to him. Ben hardly noticed the lewd little smile of seductive dominance on her lips as she slowly wriggled her lacy white brassiere downward to expose her heavily rounded breasts tipped with hardened, pink nipples. The two lush cream-white mounds swayed provocatively to the taunting undulations of her hips as the hotly aroused teacher rolled down her silky panties and her dimpled navel and the small soft curve of her belly were revealed to the boy's bulging eyes. Then... he saw the sparse dark triangle between the tanned smoothness of her thighs... and finally, her entire naked pussy unveiled before him! Man, oh man! He could even see the moistened pink cuntal slit up between the satin-smooth columns of her long shapely legs!
She turned away from him then and slowly bent over to pick up the clothes at her feet, her lushly ovalled buttocks spreading slightly apart with the movement. The purposefully lewd positioning gave him a fleeting peek at her snug, hair-fringed cunt as well as the tightly puckered, little anus centered in the intriguing crevice between her voluptuous ass cheeks.
Oh crap... he was just going to die before this was over!
Grace's passion had built to that salacious peak where only wanton and obscene desires filled her mind. Nakedly she undulated toward the spellbound teenage boy, and taking his hands, drew him to his feet. He stood motionless before her, his lust-stiffened young cock still protruding from his open fly. Slowly, she crowded close to him, taking both of his hands to place on the warm resilient flesh of her upthrust breasts. Her own hand reached down and clasped his painfully swollen rod of virile hardness once more.
"Now, Ben darling, we'll make you nice and naked," she hissed, kissing him hotly as she stroked his cock with seductive tenderness. Reluctantly leaving it, she began unbuttoning his shirt, while his youthful hands eagerly explored her tingling breasts with rough unrestrained teenage desire.
The inflamed teacher removed his shirt to kiss his chest, laving the tiny, hardened nipples of his developing pectoral muscles with her moistened tongue-tip. She trailed her tongue downward then, over his belly and navel, lowering herself slowly to her knees as she began to unhitch his belt. Then she tugged both jeans and shorts down over his slender, boyish hips and lean buttocks, her hungry eyes sparkling as they feasted on his upwardly arched, rigid young cock jutting out from scant, hair-sprinkled loins, the sperm-bloated testicles hanging down between his teenage thighs.
God, what a handsome young man he was! The blood pounded hotly through her lust-fired veins. She leaned forward and kissed the head of his long hard cock, extending her tongue so that Ben could see its tip wriggling into the little opening at the end. While her tongue was busy her hands tenderly caressed and weighed his smooth young balls.
"Uuuunnnggghhh!" Ben choked, staggering backward and almost falling with the jeans trapping his ankles.
Grace caught him from her kneeling position, and guided him back onto the small bed, stripping off his loafers and the rest of his dangling clothing as he sat down. When he was completely and beautifully naked, she spread his legs wide and moved up between them, drawing his buttocks closer to the edge of the cot. Her breath was coming in short strained gasps as she clasped his throbbing young penis between thumb and forefinger at its base, pulled down its foreskin, and omnivorously plunged her hot mouth down onto it.
Once more, Ben Gay choked out a groan as he raised his head to watch the beautiful wife of his coach frantically sucking his cock. Wow... man! He hoped to God she'd never stop!
It was the-first time in his life he'd ever had anything except his own hand on it, but he could already see what Mrs. Howe meant by what it was really like... ! He gasped and shuddered, and whimpered again as her tensed lips and hotly engulfing mouth began moving up and down on his lust-hardened penis. His teacher's lashing tongue twirled and twisted around his cock to swath it in saliva-drenched love with every lewd upsuck of her nursing mouth!
Grace was hardly aware of her young victim's moan of intense delight. She was too overwhelmed with the staggering immensity of her own salacious pleasure that filled her quaking belly and hotly seeping cunt as she sucked his delicious young cock. And in the back of her mind was the ever-present knowledge that this sweet boy cock, this powerful young cannon she was eagerly exploring and savoring, would soon cum... would fire its erotic load deep into her hungrily sucking mouth. The realization then flashed through her mind that what she was doing was the culmination of a desire she had too long nourished and denied herself without knowing it! But no longer and never again! She had to suck their hardened young cocks until they squirted their hot white nectar into her wanting mouth and throat! Oh God yes, and she would swallow it until it flooded and drowned the flames in her tremulous belly! She had to have it... had to!
Feverishly, Grace sucked and licked, thoroughly examining with her tongue every ridge and wrinkle of his pulsating young penis. She cupped his sperm-filled balls in one palm while the two clasping fingers and thumb of the other hand held to its rigidly thickened base. Wantonly, the voluptuous brunette knelt between his widespread legs, the continuous and unrestrainable passion mounting within her nakedly lusting body as she visualized the obscene sight it must make for him to see her slavishly working her head up and down over his straining loins. She felt him thrusting his hips upward to her descending motions, fucking his aching hardness between her wetly fastened lips deep into her sucking mouth. Then, she began to swallow in lecherous demand, trying to take the pulsing cock-head completely down into her hot, liquid throat!
An aching throb pounded through Ben's fired young loins and tautened belly. Oh man! She'd sucked his cock into such hardness that it felt like a length of fence-post pulling at his gut. He had propped himself onto his elbows and was staring in awe at the beautiful teacher's mouthing of his burning cock. Holy crap... she'd taken it right back into her throat for a moment! He watched as she raised her head again, and pulled his loose foreskin up above the blood-filled knob with her fingers... then, she wormed her tongue hotly down inside it in a wild swirling motion, rotating it in crazy circles, as if she were trying to drill right down into his throbbing loins that way! The sensations whipped his breath away! His aching cock felt as if it were going to explode! And... and, oh frig... she stopped!
"C-Crawl up on the bed now, darling. We're going to do something else," she hissed, her eyes glazed as she rose from her knees while he quickly obeyed. Lying down beside him then, she began to smooth her hand possessively over his trembling young body, feeling the sleekly developing muscles tense as she explored the secret hollows and crevices of him. Her voracious lips that had been lewdly fastened around his cock found his, her tiny wet tongue darting into his mouth. She raised her satin-fleshed thigh over on top of his hard muscled young leg and pressed the delight of her soft hair-covered pussy mouth tightly against his hip with a sensuous undulating motion. "Oh Ben... I'm going to make you the happiest boy a girl ever had... going to make you all better... so that you'll come to me when your cock gets excited. Will you like that, Ben?" she whispered in her throaty, lust-thickened voice.
Ben was laboring with his breathing, and her use of the four letter word cock didn't help him any! He'd never heard any girl use words like that... never even dreamed that they would, let alone his coach's beautiful dark-haired wife! Crap, he'd never been so crazily excited in his whole life... and he still couldn't speak... but nod his head...
"Oh God... you delicious boy!" Grace exclaimed, the intoxication of her conquest maddeningly refueling her warped desires. She ran her fingers obsessively through his hair, as she began to inch higher in the bed, until her prickling, taut-tipped breasts were even with his astonished young face. He was hers... all hers to play with and taunt... to love and use in whatever manner she chose!
Cupping his chin, she drew his mouth closer to one swollen breast, while she offered the thrusting mound of flesh to him in her other hand. "Suck it, Ben!" she gasped. "Take my titty in your mouth and suck it!"
Sadistic sensations spiraled through her belly and down between her legs as she watched the young teenager's lips part when her tiny hardened nipple brushed them. With breathless delight, she pressed it into his warm moist mouth, then tightly clutched him to her, wanting him to bite the bursting flesh until she bled!
"Oohhhhh yes... yes, baby... that's the way!" she whimpered. "Suck it! Feel it with your tongue... bite it if you want! Oohhhh God... take it in your hand, darling! Yes... yes...!" she whispered, smoothing her own hand down his chest and belly to fondle his cock and balls. She heard as well as felt his little moans of pleasure breathed out against her breast.
"Isn't it better this way... with me playing with your cock for you while you suck my breast?" Grace hissed, her eyes gleaming with insanely raging desire. The madly aroused teacher watched his young lips tighten and relax their sucking actions while his tongue stabbed and taunted her tingling nipple, his stiffened cock throbbing thickly in her grasp below. "But wait... it's going to be even more exciting...!"
Again to Ben's disappointment, she was moving away from him, pulling her delicious tasting breast from his mouth and letting go of his rock-like hardness. Oh man... he hoped she wasn't going to stop now...!
"Have you ever seen a girl's pussy up close, darling?" she questioned lewdly, her blue eyes aglow with sensual curiosity as she climbed quickly onto her knees beside him, her full white breasts tantalizingly swaying with her movements. "Tell me the truth, Ben... have you?"
He shook his head, eyes widening as he lay there on the pillow gaping up at her. "N-No... no, never...!" he managed, not realizing that these were almost his first spoken words since she'd first kissed him. He felt like she could hear his thoughts!
Grace's passionately contorted face reflected the raw, untamed lust which now totally controlled her. Slowly, teasingly, she spread the smooth full columns of her thighs apart, kneeling outward with both legs. The dark triangle of sparse, silken pubic hair with its narrow pink crevice separating her flushed cunt-lips was entirely exposed to his straining eyes.
"There!" she hissed. "What do you see now?"
Ben could only gape wordlessly at the erotic spectacle of her nakedly displayed pussy. He stared in breathless fascination, his teenage brain whirling. At the same time, his mind repeated the words, pussy, tit, and cock that she had so freely used, all of them echoing in his skull to trigger more crazy-wild prickling sensations in his loins and belly. But he couldn't move... the obscene sight of her kneeling there like that was spellbinding him...!
The awareness of his growing excitement was added kindling for Grace's fiery infatuation. Nothing before in her... in her and Guy's sexual life... had been anything like this! Dear God, it was maddening! Even though she knew she was going to hate herself later, that knowledge couldn't begin to stop her now! Oh God!
"Tickle, it Ben! Look close and feel it! Hurry, darling... do as I say!"
Whether his hesitation came from fright or awe, Grace couldn't tell but it didn't matter! She watched the boyish hand move slowly upward between her widespread thighs, her breath catching in her throat as she felt it brushing the silken strands of pubic hair lining her feverishly swollen cunt-lips. His own breath came in shortened gasps as he awkwardly pressed, then cupped the whole softly curling triangle!
"Unnggghhh... yes... that's it, darling! Like that!" she said. "Feel it! Isn't it warm and nice right there between my legs... soft and silky like a little animal's fur? Isn't it?"
"Yes...! Frig, yes!"
"Oh lover, you're doing it just right... rub... it... and play with it like that...!" Grace moaned, suddenly undulating her rounded hips and rippling white buttocks, pressing her lust-heated cunt down luridly against his clutching young hand. "Ooohhh, that's so nice, angel... soooooo niccceee... ooohhhh Goddddd...!"
She bent and hungrily kissed his teenage mouth, at the same time moving one leg over his prostrate body until she was straddling his hips with her dampened loins directly above his rigidly poling cock. "You know what I'm going to do now, baby?" she said, not waiting for his answer. "It's the one thing you have to do if you're ever going to learn that playing with it alone isn't half as nice as doing it with a girl... with me! You're going to fuck a girl! We're going to put your sweet cock right inside my hot pussy and let you fuck it...!"
To Ben, it seemed that she was almost spitting the four-letter words which were sending unbelievable charges of never-imagined excitement slashing wildly through his loins! Yes, spitting them down into his face while her eyes blazed and her pretty mouth twisted in an insane grimace. The fourteen year old boy was tongue-tied as he lay there, his head raised to see the sensually inspiring picture she made with her full white thighs spread wide apart, knees and calves on either side of him, her hotly wet cunt that he'd held right in his hand twitching above the pulsing tip of his aching cock! Suddenly, she smoothed her hands down over her softly flaring hips and inward across the tiny bowl of her smooth belly. Hypnotically he watched them graze downward through the curly dark hair to either side of the pouting cuntal lips between her legs, then slowly spread their hair-sprinkled puffiness open to reveal the moist pink pussy-flesh between!
"There, my baby! Can you see?" she rasped, holding the blood-filled lips open to his eager gaze.
Ben could see all right, but still he raised to his elbows, the enticing exposure of her cuntal flesh completely mesmerizing him. He'd had no idea that it would be so velvety-pink... so soft looking inside! Man, oh man! He could even see her cunt-hole... and... and it was all wet and glistening around it...!
"Now, my darling, watch what I do with your hard little cock!" she rasped, her use of the four-letter word once more like an electric shock charging through him. "You see...?" she went on in a low, seductive voice. The dazed student lurched when she grasped his painfully hard rod of flesh, then saw her lift her buttocks higher to point its blood-inflated head at her visibly pulsating little cunt.
Staring from his elbowed position, Ben saw the spongy, bulbous cock-head slip unhindered up into the hot buttery channel between her widespread thighs. Grace watched him with desire-glazed eyes as she lowered her seething, wet cunt down onto him, sucking the entire length right up inside her hotly clutching pussy mouth!
"Oh damn!" he swore, flailing his head. Crap! He was doing it... actually fucking his coach's sexy wife!
Grace shivered from head to toe with the forbidden delight his youthful penis was stabbing inside her tightly hugging vaginal passage. There had never been another cock except her husband's inside her, but even as she realized this, she knew that there would be more... and all of them like this one! Excitedly, she began to undulate her lush buttocks and hips in frantic little circles, feeling his teenaged hardness teasingly massaging and taunting her lust-filled vaginal walls.
Leaning forward, she pressed the firm, full weight of her breasts down onto his young chest in lecherous greed, finding his mouth with hers for a hungry kiss while she raised and lowered her hips and eager buttocks vigorously on his defenseless young cock.
"Unnnggghhh!" Ben suddenly grunted in unmistakable warming, his choked alarm all that Grace needed to make her lift her loins up off of him as he whimpered in mounting confusion. "Oh... oh frig! Don't stop now! No... please...?"
Before he realized what was happening, Grace was swiveling about on top of him to come down over him on all fours. She placed her knees snugly against his ribs on both sides, her rounded, cream-white buttocks spread so that the moist pink crevice of her cunt was but a tongue's length from his boyish mouth. Then, she plunged her covetous lips down onto his vagina-moistened length of throbbing penis and began to suck it, determined to leave the rest up to him! Even so, she pressed her lewdly offered white moons back and down closer to his teenage face, a moan of lecherous anticipation rising in her throat and vibrating along his aching expanded cock-shaft clear to his tensed little anus.
Ben's brain swam in a haze of unbridled desire. Nothing and no one in the entire world mattered at that moment... only the wild sensations pyramiding in his straining balls and churning young loins. Crap, he was losing his mind... or was his coach's wife really straddling him this way while she sucked his lust-inflamed cock? He gaped at the delectable vision of her spread-open genitals with the wetly silken curls lining the fleshy lips of her enticing pink pussy.
Shit, she was! And frig, he wanted to suck that taunting little cunt and thrust his tongue into that tiny hole, and he knew she wanted him to. Hesitant at first, but knowing that he had to, wanted to, Ben placed his thumbs onto the flushed, puffy cuntal lips, feeling the intense heat they generated as he slowly drew the moistened, hair-rimmed lips apart. He felt the sensuous shudder course through Mrs. Howe's body when he exposed the hot pink flesh of her cunt to his excited eyes.
The sensitive inner-flesh of her pussy glistened with tiny pearl-like droplets of moisture. With a deep intake of breath, the boy raised his mouth toward the palpitating lips and suddenly licked at them with trembling tongue, circling their dark-fringed edges, running his tongue knife-like through the hot liquid flesh, while she moaned passionately around his thrusting cock.
He found the tiny erect bud of her clitoris and felt the madly sucking teacher writhe and squirm above him when he played his tongue on it. That was it, her secret place, he thought, fastening his lips around the little quivering bud! She continued to jerk and twist her rounded hips and the fleshy mounds of her trembling white buttocks above his face with involuntary undulating motions. Then her whole glistening hot cunt was abruptly flowering open to him and there was a heady, perfumed female moisture on his tongue. Oh man... man... he was surely going to flip!
The feverishly excited boy couldn't see anything through the naked arch of her hair-fringed pussy and widespread thighs except the lewd spectacle of her voluptuously rounded white breasts hanging and swaying, their hardened little pink nipples hotly branding his tensed stomach when they swept against him. But he remembered her grotesquely contorted face with the thickness of his hard, pulsating cock sucked between her ovalled lips. Then, he realized that her naked buttocks were eagerly waggling for him to do more, while she increased the twirling of her tongue around the rubbery knob of his blood-engorged cock-head.
Frantically his hands caught the fleshy ass-cheeks and drew her sweet-smelling cunt down closer to his face, and he thrust his tongue lizard-like deep up into its seething channel. The burning penetration caused her to hum once more as she screwed her clutching cuntal sheath down onto his crazily spiraling tongue. At the same time, Ben felt her soft lips creeping farther down onto his aching cock, the muscles of her throat working as she swallowed rhythmically, making his frenzied loins tense and jerk. Jesus! She was trying to draw his entire rod of pulsing hardness down into her throat right to his churning balls!
Her hard-nippled breasts were swaying and dancing against him, scorching the shivering flesh of his naked belly from the short up and down motions of her pumping torso, keeping cadence to his exploring tongue thrust deeply into her sweet-tasting cunt... Oh... ooohh... crap! It was too much... too much...! I-It was going to... to happen to him... any minute...!
Grace sensed it too and she began to suck and draw at the hardened thickness of his teenage cock with all the inbred feminine ability she could call upon. Her cheeks hollowed and bloated, her throat swallowed around its pulsating head while her belly frantically rose and fell as she pulled at him. God... he was going to cum! This was it, the moment she'd waited for... dreamed of for so long! Oh... if only they could cum together! The precious darling... he was going to bring her the ultimate of pleasures when he squirted his hot, white come into her mouth and throat, and the maddening sensations would burst inside her! But... but he'd have to hurry, she thought in panic, her lips clasped tightly the throbbing, blood-swollen rod of his cock, and she opened her throat another measure to take its pulsing head deeper toward her belly. Then, at that moment in the very core of her seething vagina, the first violent spasms of ecstasy were beginning! Passionately the dark-haired teacher squeezed his youthful, sperm-bloated balls raking her nails gently beneath them as she strained to her fast rising climax.
Ben knew that she was going to cum! Every muscle and cord, each movement and response of her voluptuously naked body telegraphed the impending moment to his wildly excited young brain. Man, he could scream! It was overwhelming... his lips welded to her steaming pussy flesh while she sucked insanely at his jerking cock. Oh crap... it was going to shatter right in her mouth... because here it came...!
Grace half screamed. She couldn't do more. Her breath caught somewhere between her lungs and cock-stuffed throat. The heart-stopping sensations boiling within her caused her whole body to shudder rapturously. Her mind played no part; she was only feeling its thunderous cataclysm... and then a second time... even a third! Oh God... she was cumming and cuuuummmmmiiinnnggg...!
She had no conception of time, space or things. Her unprecedented series of climaxes were completely destroying relativity... and... and she was cuuummmiiinnngggg again! Ooohhh... odooohhh God...! Her convulsing, pleasure-filled body felt as if it had been impregnated with a million tiny needles! Her spasming cunt cumming and cumming! She could cum forever and ever... on and on... but then, she felt Ben's loins jerk upward, the blunt bulbous head of his blood-engorged young cock swelling hotly in her constricting throat... and then, it burst!
Even so, she wasn't quite ready for the torrent it unleashed as abruptly it shot down into her gullet in wild spurts of teeming, cream-like liquid! Gush after gush of the hot, sweet-tasting jism spurted into her belly through her mouth, joined by the racking tremors of her own hips as her fourth orgasm erupted in a splendid detonation of blinding, lust-satisfying bliss! Again and again he spewed the violent jets of scalding teenage sperm deep into her convulsing throat. The delicious teacher groaned while she continued swallowing and sucking her Adam's apple bobbing lewdly as she gulped the flood of boiling semen squirting into the warm receptive shelter of her mouth. And then it was finished... both of them collapsing, his deflating penis pulling from her still nibbling lips... and there was nothing left... nothing but the glaring shame of reality!
CHAPTER FOUR
Grace Howe sat in her living room drinking the pitcher of martinis determinedly. Her shoes were off, feet curled under her as she stared uncomprehendingly at the orange glow of the sunset through the expanse of glass. The phone rang with a shrill sound and she unwound herself slowly to answer it.
"Honey? It's me. How are you?"
"Oh... ah... fine... and how are you, darling?" The shock of hearing her husband's voice made her hand shake. This afternoon had made him seem very far away.
"You don't sound so good..."
"Oh, I'm fine... outside of being terribly lonesome here without you," she lied. "I... ah... how's the seminar going?"
"Great, baby. I can hardly wait to tell you all about it. Learning lots of things that are going to be useful to us when we get our own school. And... listen, honey. I've been thinking... I was unreasonable about your taking the boys on the camping trip. Why don't you tell them we'll postpone it 'til I get home."
"But... I want to, darling. I've been giving it some thought too," she added thickly. "After all, there are plenty of fifteen and sixteen year olds to help me. You said yourself they'd be terribly disappointed if they had to wait." Grace held her breath and waited for Guy's answer.
"Well, they really do look forward to it, all right. Look, why don't you ask Ben and Jeff to help. They're pretty good at camping. They can help with the younger boys. At least they've had some experience. Their dads take them fishing and hunting once in a while."
A mental picture of the elder Gay and Stone came into Grace's head as Guy talked. She sipped at the martini, wondering idly if Carl Gay had passed on some prowess of his own to young Ben.
"What was that you said, darling?" she asked, realizing her husband was waiting for her to say something.
"Grace... are you all right? You sound funnier and funnier."
"No... fine... having a little martini, that's all."
"That's not like you, baby. I mean... to get on the sauce. You sound like you've had one too many."
With great effort, Grace straightened and tried to sound sober for her husband. "I'm perfectly fine. Guy. Honestly, you'd think I'd done something terrible. I'm just lonesome for you and I'm having a drink. Don't be a prude."
"Well, for God's sake don't have a drink out someplace. That's all we need... for the word to get around that you're drinking. We'd never get the backing we need to start the school then."
"You don't need to worry. I'm not going to ruin your precious school. In fact, I'm about to have a steak and go to bed early with a book."
Finally Grace pacified her husband enough and he said goodbye and hung up. She let out a sigh of audible relief and refilled her glass. If he only knew! A drunken wife was better than... a wanton whore!
It was precisely as Grace had feared it would be, the absolute shame and revulsion at herself came in the wake of her depraved seduction of Ben Gay. Still she could hardly conceive of the degraded depths she had powerlessly let herself sink to, nor the nature of the monstrously warped quirk that had leaped into being inside her like some wicked devil out of hell! God, she undoubtedly needed psychiatric attention, for what she was doing was far from normal. But even as she thought this, she realized that it was out of the question. She could never tell Guy, especially now with him wondering about her drinking. God, she could never bring herself to tell him anyway, or anyone else for that matter! She'd become no better than a whore... seducing innocent young children.
Lord, what was going to become of her? She had thought of nothing else but the terrible affliction which had stealthily crept into her life. She felt so drawn and worn out, yet she could think of nothing else. And the vow she had determinedly pledged to herself after the lecherous episode with little Leon Welsh, how meaningless it had been. Immediately it had been broken.
The miserable young teacher shook her head, and brushed a slender hand across her brow as she sat in her robe, gulping at the strong martini she'd made to help soothe her conscience. She had to get a hold on herself. Somehow, some way, she had to rid herself of these abominable urges that seemed to destroy her last ounce of self-control. It was unbelievable, but true... she was helpless once the desire seized her, and both times that it had happened, she had been with teenage boys...!
She would be lost without the little darlings, now, but dear God, what else could she do? The only effective cure she could conceive of was to remove the cause... yet, how could she? Especially now that she'd promised Guy to take his place on the camping trip. There was no way to back out of that now without raising questions which she was not prepared to answer.
Again, Grace shook her head, then drank heavily from the glass. At least the gin was having some lightening effects on her misery. Things weren't looking quite so dark as when she'd come home. At least she was being honest enough with herself to admit her problem and not trying to deny it existed. The only question was how she was going to solve it and be able to carry on in her work with the boys? It wasn't going to be easy, but after all, she was not a child, either. She was a mature adult, and supposedly endowed with the normal allotment of willpower, a faculty she was going to be forced to exercise if she didn't want to destroy herself and all the loved ones around her!
Draining her glass, the confused brunette sat there debating whether to have another. The drink really did help. One more wouldn't hurt anything.
* * *
Jeff Stone sat on the front steps of his home, grinning up at the good-looking younger boy who stood in front of him.
"Why didn't you come by after school?" Jeff questioned, the grin on his face tugging his features to one side.
"I told you-I got hung up," Ben Gay managed, avoiding the direct stare of the sixteen year old's watery, colorless eyes.
"You're full of it, guy," Jeff chided. "So, what's the big secret... or don't you let your buddies in on things anymore?"
"N-No big secret," Ben replied, his face flushing. "I told you, I just got hung up... "
"And I say you're full of it, man, cause I saw you leave school at five, not three thirty!" Jeff insisted, his eyes narrowing. "I thought it was kind of funny when you didn't come, and now it's beginning to look even funnier. Come on, what's the real story?"
"There's no story to tell," Ben answered, swallowing hard. He hadn't wanted to face Jeff, or any of the guys for that matter, not after giving his word to Mrs. Howe that he would keep what had happened between them a secret... and crap, he was just bursting to tell someone, only he doubted if they'd really believe him anyway. "I-Is your dad home?"
"Maybe. What do you want to know for?" the big boy asked, irked that his so-called friend was obviously holding something back from him.
"My father wants to know what time they're going to leave for White Ridge on Friday." Jeff made a motion with his head toward the door behind him. "He's in the living room reading the paper."
Ben climbed the steps, moving around the hulk of his young friend to peer through the screen door into the front room of the house. He saw the big frame of his friend's father sitting barefoot in trousers and undershirt, a can of beer in one hand, the newspaper held in the other.
Ben rapped. "Mr. Stone...?
"Yeah...?"
"My father wants to know what time you plan to leave for White Ridge, Friday."
The big man dropped his paper and got to his feet, moving toward the door. "Tell him... around three in the afternoon, Ben," he said in his gruff voice, then tipped the can of beer up to his lips. "I've got to run to Sacramento on Thursday and I won't be back until noon. Anyway, tell him I'll give him a call tonight and we'll decide for sure, eh?"
"Okay," Ben replied, smiling up at the powerful man who headed a large insurance firm. He started to turn away when Kurt Stone said: "Tell your dad I'm really looking forward to the trip... "
"Oh... sure, I will."
Jeff sat silently listening to the whole conversation. He was sure of it now; something was fishy. Little old Ben was trying to hide some juicy info he felt more certain than ever that he ought to know. And for some reason, he was convinced that it intimately concerned the luscious Mrs. Howe. But for the life of him, he couldn't imagine what it might be... though he damn sure intended to find out... one way or another. The sexy wife of their coach had more than just intrigued him for a long time now. Man, what a doll she was! Just being around her was enough to keep his cock at half-mast all the time, and he could just imagine what those two days and a night in the woods were going to be like, being around her constantly.
"Listen, Ben," he said as the fourteen year old moved around him back down the steps, "that buck you owe me... I'm willing to forget it if you fill me in... I mean the truth, man, no made-up crap. Come on, what do you say?"
Ben fidgeted nervously, wanting more than anything to get off the subject, yet at the same time fighting the driving urge to tell someone. He licked at his lips, shoving his hands into the hip-pockets of his jeans. "Y-You wouldn't believe me even if I did... and besides, I gave my word that I wouldn't tell a soul..."
"Who... Mrs. Howe...?" the big boy prodded, getting to his feet. "And why wouldn't I believe you...?"
Ben felt his cheeks flushing once more. He knew he shouldn't say more; he'd pledged his honor. "Y-You just wouldn't, that's all."
"Try me. We're buddies, aren't we?"
"I told you, I gave my word..."
"Oh horse shit, Ben," Jeff spat. "That crap's for snot-noses like Leon Welsh and some of the other kid-squirts. Man, you make it sound as if you were in the CIA or something. Come on, let me in on it. I'd do the same for you."
Ben wasn't certain whether he would have or not, but he knew he had to share his terrific secret with someone before he burst, otherwise, what good was it? And besides, she'd actually made him pledge his honor before she'd let him go; he hadn't given it willingly...
"Well..." the good-looking boy began as they started down the street toward his home. "I went into the John after school to take a leak and..."
* * *
Stretched out languorously with only the sheet covering her, Grace sipped at her drink and smoked a cigarette. She breathed a heavy sigh of relaxation. The effects of the gin had quickly smoothed away the tension her tired body and mind still harbored. She would certainly have to give up her new habit, though, once Guy was back home. Just the idea of her drinking, she knew, would upset her husband terribly, and that was just as well, too. She had no intention of making a habit of it... but it had surely helped to see her through this crisis.
Well, in general, the crisis had passed. She'd gotten through another day. It was all going to work out, she felt certain, and only because she was determined to overcome...
The doorbell startled her. Damn, who could that be? A salesman maybe... well, she wasn't about to get up to find out... It rang again and Grace continued to lie there, stubbing out her cigarette and finishing the remainder of her drink. Whoever it was, they were being terribly persistent. A third, fourth and fifth time it rang before she swung irritably from the bed to slip a robe over her curvaceous nakedness. At the sixth ring, she jerked the door open, prepared to snap out a few words of admonishment at her caller, but she caught herself in time, surprised to see Jeff Stone standing there.
"Jeff... I couldn't imagine who it might be," she managed, offering a late little smile. "I was just lying down... hoping that if it were a salesman he would go away." Her smile broadened. "What is it, dear...?
"I-I knew you were here... your car's in the driveway," he said, his small colorless eyes moving wetly over her while a one-sided smile played around his mouth. "Besides, I saw you drive in awhile ago."
"Oh...? I didn't see you..."
"I've been waiting on the corner," he added, shifting his solid weight from one foot to the other. "I-I've got to talk to you, Mrs. Howe... I've got a problem..." For a passing moment, Grace stood silently surveying the older boy whom her husband regarded as the best woodsman among the boys. She'd never had much contact with the boy, but there was something about him that wouldn't let her be quite at ease when she was in his company... though she couldn't put her finger on what it was... But whatever, this was no time for character analysis, when he'd come to her with a problem, just as he would to Guy.
"C-Come in, dear," she invited, stepping aside and holding the door for him. Self-consciously, she drew the robe tighter around her throat.
The unsuspecting young teacher closed the door, pointing toward a chair. "Sit down... and let's hear what's bothering you. I don't know if I can help, but I'll try my best."
Jeff dropped onto the sofa, and Grace sat down on the edge of an overstuffed chair, careful to keep her knees tight together and her robe covering them.
"Ben Gay said you might be able to help me," the tall, husky boy began, a half-smile twisting his face farther and farther to one side. "I wasn't sure if I ought to come to you or not, but he says you helped him like he'd never believe."
Again Grace stared at him for a long moment, a feeling of tightness knotting her belly. Just the mention of Ben's name was enough to twist her insides, but the dull gleam in Jeff's little eyes and his almost lurid grin sent little chills of unexpected apprehension racing icily up her spine.
"I-I don't understand, Jeff... What do you mean?" she managed, the sound of her own strained voice surprising her.
The heavy-set boy leaned forward in his sitting position and quite calmly said: "Well, you see it's like this, Mrs. Howe. I have this problem with my cock, see. It gets as hard as a rail and hurts like everything unless I jerk it off. Now Ben tells me that he had a problem just like that, and you helped him break that disgusting habit. So, I was wondering if you couldn't do the same for me...?"
Grace felt the blood draining from her face as the impact of his obscene statement struck her like a severe blow in the stomach. For a second, she thought she might faint, though she never had before in her life! Dumbstruck, she gaped at the brazen teenager, stupidly realizing that Ben had not kept his pledge - not kept it at all!
"I hope I haven't upset you, Mrs. Howe," he went on, the lewd grin distorting his face as he glared blatantly at her. "I mean, I wouldn't expect anymore than you did for Ben... a good suck, and probably a little fuck to go along with it would do the trick... this time."
"Oh, I... oh my God!" Grace exclaimed, the full meaning of his intentions registering in her sickened heart. Yet, she still couldn't believe that such compromising words had poured that easily from his lips... this boy whom her husband regarded so highly! God almighty, was this another nightmare...?"I-I think you better leave, young man... and right this minute, before I call your father!" she hear her own choking voice threaten feebly. "I mean it, Jeff... this very minute...!"
"Oh shit, Mrs. Howe," the big boy snickered vulgarly. "Don't try to give me that crap. You're in the bag and you know it. Yesterday afternoon you and Ben Gay had a real suck-fuck party after school. That little fink will blurt out his guts if backed to the wall. Now, how'd you like me to take that to his old man... or to your husband, eh? I mean, lady, you haven't got a leg to stand on... which is okay, too, because I prefer fucking you stretched out on your back!"
She wasn't going to faint, nor was it a nightmare that she would awaken from! It was all real! Too horribly real. Her depraved seductions were already coming back to destroy her, and there was no way she could fight them off! Fainting would be wonderful but it didn't happen. Her perverted lust had brought her face to face with her punishment! Even the urge to cry... to burst into sobbing tears, was not a part of her! Only his obscene demands and use of lewd four-lettered words were imprinted on the screen of her brain, and suddenly, already hopelessly defeated, she heard herself say:
"W-Would you like a drink? I'm going to have one."
"I don't care... as long as it's strong."
"It's gin," Grace replied, amazed at the sudden calmness of her voice. She stood and looked down at him. "Guy would never believe this... not of you, Jeff. I-I hope he never finds out."
The big boy's smile faded. "And how about you, his own wife, lady? Would he believe that?" he questioned, clutching his huge hand into a fist. "Sucking and fucking kids... babies?"
Grace didn't answer him... she couldn't. What could she say to the truth? Finally, she said: "I'll hate you always for doing this to me, Jeff Stone. No matter where you are, you'll remember how much I hate you! You're a vile young beast...!"
"And you're a goddamned cunt!" he cursed, jumping to his feet and grabbing her, his face twisted in anger as he hauled her against him. "Anyway, who cares what you think!" he added hoarsely, smothering his thick lips down on her soft ripe ones, his meaty hand twisting in her dark curly hair.
Grace's struggles were a natural reaction, but they were useless against the strength of the overgrown boy, and she quickly gave them up. Only the straining tension in her captive body remained as he crushed his thick wet lips harder onto hers, grinding his hot young mouth brutally against her own. He held her with one arm gripped vise-like around her slender waist, his big hand snarled in her hair, forcing her head back and her face up to him. With his other, he tore at the front of her robe, thrusting one hand inside to clutch at the resilient flesh of her nakedly trembling breasts. The blackmailed teacher whimpered against his cruel, half-opened mouth, kneading and gouging into their softly yielding whiteness and pinching their tiny pink nipples hard.
"Oh God... please!" Grace cried, twisting her mouth free of his to blurt out the plea. "You're hurting me! Don't... oh don't, please Jeff...?"
"Please, my ass!" the big teenager spat back at her. "I'll bet you didn't act this way with Ben Gay... and it ain't going to do you any good to try it on me! You're going to come across, damn you... even if I've got to rape you!"
"And that's exactly what you'll be doing... raping me!" Grace managed, trying to worm her hands up between them against his chest. "Do you know the penalty for that, Jeff?"
"Ha... you got to be kidding, lady!" Jeff sneered down into her face. "You think I'm stupid enough to believe you'd take the chance of turning me in... with what I know about you? Come on, Mrs. Howe, you're not willing to take that gamble and I know it! Now... we can do this real friendly like... or we can go on just as we are. Either way, it's going to happen... you're going to suck my cock!"
The horrible truth of his words swam in Grace's brain like a raging whirlpool! She was absolutely defenseless against his blackmailing advances and she knew it as well as he! There was nothing she could do but submit to whatever he wanted of her! The brutal teenager held her tightly against him, one hand wound cruelly in her dark hair, while the other squeezed her naked breasts which were now completely exposed to him through the pulled-open upper portion of her robe.
Jeff kissed her again then and she let him, not fighting as he pushed his tongue hotly into her mouth. Her mind continued to swirl with the shock of the situation, fleeting thoughts of her husband Guy, of her students Ben Gay and Leon Welsh, of all that had led up to this terrible moment. He pulled her tightly to him then, grinding his solid young loins against her softly yielding belly and she felt it... the long thick hardness of his swollen penis through the cloth of her robe and his pants, its throbbing presence quickly wiping all else from her brain!
An unsolicited sensation of arousal rippled through her at the feel of its startling hugeness. Tiny lewd shivers of brewing sexual agitation swept unwantedly upward along the hollow of her back and she heard her own little moan of confused excitement as her arms slipped upward around his young neck. God, was he just a boy? She could hardly conceive of that any longer with the feel of the long thick rod of flesh pulsating against her belly that was now pressing tightly to it!
Oh Lord... it was happening again to her... just as it had both times before... the rapid desertion of her self-control at the mere sight or feel of their young cocks! But this time it made no sense to her! He was more of a man in size than a boy... and she loathed him for the way he was forcing her to submit to him... yet, she couldn't help herself. The lecherous sensations were roaring to life within her quaking belly, almost masochistic in their pervading nature, completely bewildering the helpless teacher as she continued to strain against him, her own breathing shortening in heated gasps!
Jeff Stone sensed the breakdown of her resistance and a wild charge of raw need rocketed through him. Shit, it had been twice as easy as he'd expected it to be! She just seemed to melt against him once he ground his hard cock into her soft little belly! He could hardly believe it, but there was no doubt about it the way she was coming on. Damn, she was actually kissing him back and sucking his tongue, her hips beginning to make lewd little circles against his hotly throbbing cock! She was too much, with her voluptuous breasts burning into the palm of his hand! He'd felt-up a few girls before, but never in his life had he ever seen or handled such luscious tits as hers! Man oh man... what a terrific party this was going to be!
The scheming teenager jerked his head upright and spoke as he continued to massage her warmly swelling breast. "I think maybe we... ah... understand each other now, right?"
Grace stared up into his homely face, her breath still coming in short gasps. The solid hardness of his penis remained pressed hotly against the yielding swell of her own churning belly as she felt the first seeping of warm vaginal moisture oozing out between her tingling pussy-lips to dampen the quivering flesh of her inner thighs. No longer did she have the urge to resist him: that only meant denial for herself, and she had already gone far beyond that point. She had to see it... hold it in her hand... suck it into her mouth like the others!
"N-Not here," she managed in her husky voice. She took his hand and he let her back away. "Come on... into my bedroom. I-If we're going to do it... let's do it right."
Damn, he could barely believe it was coming off so slick! Ben hadn't been lying to him! She'd turned-on like she was cock-crazy once she'd gotten the feel of his aching penis crammed against her horny little belly. Frig, he'd never been so goddamn hot in his life! He couldn't wait to see her stripped naked with that terrific sexy body of hers.
"All right," she said, turning to face him there in the center of the bedroom and touching at the cloth belt holding the lower portion of her robe closed. "What are you waiting for?" she said, moving nearer. Then she began unbuttoning his shirt, her deep blue eyes suddenly sparkling with a gleam that he hadn't noticed before.
Jeff hadn't realized that he was hesitating, but he was, the crazy expression in those eyes of hers momentarily unnerving him... making him remember that she was a woman... an adult woman, not just a frightened schoolgirl like the few he'd fucked. And with that sudden awareness, whatever nerve he'd arrived there with had abruptly disappeared. Supposing he wasn't man enough for her... or shot his load right off because he couldn't hold it back? Then she'd have a laugh on him, wouldn't she... after the way he'd laid it on the line to her...!
"What's the matter, Jeff darling?" Grace taunted, catching the look of apprehension that passed over his homely face. She stepped back and slowly opened her robe, letting it slide slowly down off her shoulders to the floor, revealing her soft tan and white nakedness to his bulging eyes. "Don't tell me the big brave boy with the cock trouble is having more of the same?" she derided, spreading her long shapely legs slightly apart as she placed her hands on the curved flare of her satin-smooth hips and grinned lecherously at him.
"Jesus Christ!" he swore half under his breath, the sound of the word cock tumbling from her pretty red lips firing him almost as much as the sight of her nakedly compelling beauty. He felt the sweat beading on his forehead as his eyes raked over her voluptuous curves from head to toe and back again, from the darkly curling triangle between her full, satiny thighs that shrouded the pink crevice of her hard-nippled breasts.
His throat was dry, the length of swollen cock throbbing in hurtful spasms inside his pants. Fuck! He didn't intend that anything was going to go wrong with this deal! He was no goddamn kid, and he'd show her! She was going to suck him off, because that's one thing he'd never had yet! Yeah, she was going to suck him until he shot his frigging wad right into her mouth...!
Grace started to say more but never got it out before he began pulling wildly at his clothes, his homely face suddenly taking on an animal-like grimace of impatient lust. She backed away toward the bed, with second thoughts about her wisdom in goading him on racing through her brain. But they didn't linger, for suddenly he was naked and her senses were too occupied with the wildly throbbing thickness of hardened flesh poling out from the big boy's hairy loins. Her excited blue eyes swept downward to the heavy sperm-bloated sac of his young balls hanging between his powerful legs... and then the menacing teenager was moving toward where she had dropped onto the edge of the bed.
"Goddamn you... you're going to suck it!" Jeff blurted. "You're going to suck me till I shoot right in your mouth, just the way you did to Ben! And don't try to fight me, 'cause I'll shove it all the way down your fucking throat if you do, understand?"
Oh God... understand? Fight him? She could almost laugh right out with the excitement other own spiraling desire. But then, how could he know that was exactly what she wanted... to suck his handsome thick cock until it squirted its delicious nectar right down into her throat and belly...?
"Do you?" he snarled at her, grasping a handful of her curly dark hair once more for emphasis. The fucking bitch! He'd show her who was going to run this show, and that it didn't pay to taunt Jeff Stone!
"Yes, yes... I understand," Grace whimpered, welcoming the masochistic sensations his young dominance was firing inside her. "Please... lie down and... and I'll do it... "
"When I get ready I'll lie down," he snapped, his renewed sense of power over her fueling the sadistic excitement that ripped through him. "You... you don't know how often I've... thought of this moment, Mrs. Grace Howe... when I'd have you right where I wanted you... and could make you do anything I said! Every time I watched you swish that luscious ass down the street, or through the halls at school, I wondered just how it'd really look all naked, - how it would feel in my hands! And now, I'm going to find out... find out everything I wanted to know about you... and you're just going to lay there and do whatever I say! You got that?"
"Y-yes, yes... only please let go of my hair. You're hurting me terribly," Grace pleaded, and he did.
The swaggering boy straightened above her his long, thick cock with its moistened, purplish head partially visible now out of its sheathing foreskin, nearly on a level with her face. She couldn't help but stare at it. It was huge, bigger than Guy's in length and thickness, as were his heavy young balls. And as she gaped at it, his hand suddenly came down to grasp hold of it, then pull the loose outer skin back away from its blunt, blood-filled tip.
"Kiss it!" Jeff ordered in a parched, almost breaking voice. "Kiss it and lick your tongue around the end!"
Grace leaned forward slowly, not wanting to appear over-anxious, though it was difficult with the wild excitement churning in her quivering belly. She placed her pursed lips to its pulsating tip and held them there before letting her tongue slip out between them, swiping away the little bubble of premature moisture that had oozed from its split. Then, she wiggled the tip of her tongue into the tiny opening, causing the boy to shudder at the sensitive contact.
"Oh... oh shit!" he hissed, thrusting his loins obscenely forward. "Hold it in your hand and take it in your mouth! Give it another suck or two!"
Jeff watched in lewd fascination as her hand reached out to wrap around his jutting penis, and crazy-wild jolts of lust went slashing through him when her mouth opened and her moistened lips slipped wetly over the tingling knob of his cock! Another knee-jellying tremor shook him from head to toe as her tongue began to swirl around it and work obscenely up and down its turgid shaft. Christ, there it was...she was sucking him! Mrs. Howe! Taking his cock right into her hot, sexy mouth the way he'd pictured it a hundred times!
Grace choked back the moan of delight trying to rise in her throat. She felt the heated secretions seeping wetly from her feverish vagina and flowing down between her widespread thighs to saturate the sheet beneath her. Had he not been standing between her thighs, she could have squeezed them together and deliciously pinched the tiny throbbing bud of her clitoris between those hair-lined pussy-lips.
"Wait! That's enough for now," she heard him command. "Lay back and lift your legs up high! I want to see your cunt! I want to open it up and look right inside it! Hurry up... lay back!"
Once more, the masochistic sensations glowed inside the young teacher as she obeyed his order, lying back on the bed and lifting her legs until they flattened the firm full moons of her naked breasts. Dear God, what an obscene sight she must make for him, her long legs drawn up and spread wide to expose her fervidly moistened cunt! Oh... oh... what a wanton bitch she had so quickly become... to actually enjoy the humiliating shame this terrible boy was attempting to heap on her... yes... she was lost, lost, lost.
Jeff dropped to his knees, leaning forward between her upraised legs and full, widespread thighs. Christ, he could see her tiny pink anus, all puckered and inviting, centered in the smooth hairless crevice between the satiny moons of her taut, white buttocks. And above, maybe an inch away, began the moistened pink ribbon of pussy-flesh dividing the snug, hair-fringed lips of her cunt!
His thumbs made her lurch when they touched the hotly swollen lips. Breathlessly he parted the clasping cuntal flesh, his eyes staring at the little recessed hole of her anus, working like a baby's mouth beneath his lewdly exploring fingers. Then, he saw it... her tiny cunt-hole, a damp coating of moisture glossing the palpitating opening as well as the petals of flesh above it. Quickly he spread them open to find her turgid clitoris!
His young brain reeled with the headiness of the erotic spectacle. Frig, he was going to go ape if he didn't do something to relieve the mounting pressure in his aching cock and balls soon! He'd fuck her...! No... no... she had to suck him off first! He'd lain awake nights thinking about that... stroking his long thick penis and picturing her hovering right there between his legs, sucking the cum and the aching hardness right out of it!
Grace lay in her lewd position, her quiveringly naked body and half-drunken brain sinking further and further into the sensual heat of her desire. His cruel subjugation of her was inflaming her whole body, making her revel in her helplessness, and the sex maddened teacher moaned in soul-consuming passion at his youthful fingering of her defenselessly exposed cunt. Then abruptly, the teenager bolted to his feet and climbed around her onto the bed, throwing himself onto his back and spreading his muscular legs wide apart.
"Come on! Get down between my legs on your knees and suck me off!" he ordered, his young voice still brittle in its authority. "Hurry up! I want to watch you... I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around it and your head bobbing up and down! Do it, damn it...!"
Grace turned over onto her knees and crawled up between his legs, her full firm breasts rippling and swaying erotically with her movements, her dark hair grazing his thighs and stomach as she positioned herself. There was no revulsion inside her for the oral performance he was demanding of her. This was the very wanton act she had been salaciously awaiting! Hungrily, she stared down at the long, upthrust thickness of his youthful cock, then clasped it with finger and thumb at the hairy base of its broadening root. Without hesitation, she drew down its tender foreskin and plunged her mouth over the wet rubbery knob-end, locking her soft lips in a pressured suction just behind its swollen coronal rim as her tongue began an excited lashing and swirling.
"Oh... ooohhh shit!" Jeff grunted. His loins jerked convulsively upward, his small eyes riveted in desire-glazed captivation on the sight of his beautiful teacher's moistened lips absorbing his thick cock right up between them and beginning to slide slowly up and down. Oh, the delicious bitch! He'd fuck her, too! He'd fuck her in the ass and cunt, just as he was fucking her now in the mouth! She couldn't do a goddamn thing but let him! He could fuck her any time and any way he wanted to! Yeah, and maybe he'd even bring some of the other guys around and let them fuck her, too! Sure, why not? Jees, what a party that'd be...!
Her eyes tightly shut, Grace knew Jeff was moving around on the bed, but she didn't realize what he was doing until she actually felt his hot breath against the feverishly tingling lips of her wet pussy. She cringed and tried to jerk erect, but Jeff's powerful hands clutched at her head to imprison her with his huge young cock shoved deeply into her mouth! Abruptly, his searing tongue which caught part of her smoldering cunt and the entire length of the glistening valley separating her defenseless buttocks made her freeze in muscle-tensing immobility! Unable to move from the teenage boy's powerful grip, she waited in a mixture of half-drunken lust and mounting fear until she felt it again... felt his hot, wet tongue flesh graze over the tiny exposed mouth of her anus! Again and again it lashed out, sweeping and laving between her wide-stretched buttocks, and finally working downward toward the burning mouth of her sensually tingling pussy!
Jeff caught the full picture in the vanity mirror, his small eyes beading in disbelief at the crazy-wild sight! Christ, his tongue was paralyzing her, and right when his own balls were working toward the bursting point, too! Now, she just hung over him with her mouth stuffed full of his throbbing cock!
The trapped young brunette choked and whimpered around his thrusting hardness as over and over he repeated his lewd assault, his tongue knifing wetly through her lust-fired cuntal flesh with possessive savagery! Christ, he was spreading her open in the tenderest parts, until she began to twitch and jerk uncontrollably, her own mouth beginning once more to feverishly nurse his aching cock! Goddamn, yes, he had to do it... he had to fuck her!
"I'm going to fuck you, now... from behind!"
The blinding desire filling Grace's sensuously impassioned nakedness made her welcome any humiliation at that moment. Nothing was too obscene or depraved for her! It would trigger the ecstatic release she must know before she went stark-raving mad! Oh God... yes... yes... she wanted to be fucked by this huge, boy-cock to completion, and the thought of her teenage lover attacking her from the rear only added to the masochistic lust that had totally claimed her!
The insanely aroused teacher felt him move out from under her and into position, felt the strong gripping at her hips, and the wet tip of something hot and hard probing between her smoothly trembling thighs, as if it were searching for her seething vaginal mouth. With an unrestrainable moan, she began to move the twin mounds of her lewdly presented buttocks in little searching circles, attempting to capture the phallic hardness, while her wanton actions continued to build the mad erotic tension within her to a nearly unbearable peak! God, she wanted it... had to have it prodding deep inside her belly now! Reaching frantically back through the arch of her hungering loins, she grasped the dangling spear of hardened boy-flesh, guiding its blunt, blood-engorged tip toward the mouth of her waiting cunt!
Immediately, Jeff thrust, spreading open her wetly receptive pussy-channel with a breathtaking plunge. Wider and wider her cunt expanded before his brutal lunge. He buried his cock to the hilt, deep up between her squirming white thighs!
"Aaauuuggghhh!" Grace grunted around the hardened thickness of Jeff's cock. "Unnhhh... uunnhhh...!"
"UUNNNGGGG... UUUNNNNNGGG...!"
"Christ!" the young teenager swore, staring in lurid fascination as his long cock slithered up into her with a wet charge until it was entirely buried in the warmly gripping passage of her cunt, his sperm-bloated balls slapping against the tender flesh of her flowering pussy! And as she continued to grunt and moan, he began to hammer unceasingly into her from behind, her soft, satiny cuntal flesh rippling like tiny wavelets before his jarring thrusts.
At first it felt to Grace as if a huge log had been rammed into the sensitive core of her body, but as the boy kept up the brutal strokes with a merciless cadence, there was hardly time to dwell on the pain, but only on the fulfilling pleasure it was bringing her. In unprecedented passion, she began to fuck rhythmically back to meet her youthful lover's panting thrusts into her clutching vagina. She felt his hands clinging to her hips as she wantonly undulated her naked body, rotating her buttocks backward in tiny lascivious circles, giving herself fully to the obscene delight the young student was pounding into her from behind.
In her warped lust, the cock-filled young teacher wished there was some way she could watch his beautiful, pleasure-bringing penis disappearing inside her hotly clasping cunt, but she could only mentally visualize the forbidden spectacle. Yet, the mere thought of then-unnatural coupling was enough to telegraph overwhelming excitement to the raw nerve-ends of her nakedly inflamed flesh, signaling that something dynamic was soon going to happen deep inside her churning belly.
Jeff's teenage brain was swimming in insane frenzy, while he fucked his coach's voluptuous wife from behind and watched her passion twist her face. She was bucking back on his aching cock as if it were some new wonder she could lever get enough of! She'd reached both hands jack underneath her to cup and squeeze his semen-bloated balls, and he didn't know about her, but he was sure he couldn't hold out much longer.
Christ, the guys would never believe him if he tried to tell the story just as it was happening! Who the hell would believe that she'd wildly sucked his cock and then he'd fucked her savagely from behind... plunging his huge cock to his balls in her wanting pink cunt! Shit, they'd laugh at him and tell him he'd been playing with it too much, that if he didn't knock it off he was going to wind up in the booby-hatch or something! And... and maybe he would if he didn't blow his nuts damned soon! But they could say or think any frigging thing they liked, because he knew it was really happening! Damn! She was bucking back on his lust-swollen cock like a frigging whore; it was happening all right!
Grace was indeed going crazy on the end of his cock, increasing her unbelievable bucking until the amazed teenager thought his balls night turn inside out. Great swirls of heat were building deep inside his sperm-engorged testicles as he watched her passion-warped expression. The muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from the pressure as he arched his hips and shoved his aching hardness even farther between her quivering pussy-lips. He gaped at the pink ridges of flesh pulling out from her cock-stuffed vaginal passage, clinging greedily to his thrusting thickness as she waggled her beautiful round ass-cheeks like a woman gone mad!
Fuck, it was time! He was going to blow his wad! Strangled sounds forced their way up from somewhere deep in his young chest! Just a few more seconds... that's all...!
Grace wanted the boy to explode deep in her quaking belly... she wanted to feel his fresh young cum flowing deep in her body! That was it...the whole ultimate goal... his hot nectar shooting into her and filling her belly to bring her intoxicating rapture...! She sensed it then, swelling convulsively, a charge of breathless anticipation racing through her as she began to fuck insanely back!
"Ohhh... ooohh shit! Now... now! Fuck it hard... I-I'm cuummmihnnnggg!" Jeff gasped as his cock soared with the needle-like streams of white hot sperm rushing the length of it!
Grace vaguely heard the boy mouthing obscenities as his wildly jerking penis gushed forth hot thick jets of the pungent secretion to flood her ravished vagina. Her lips bared back over her teeth as she groaned and bucked furiously against him. The ecstasy of it was greater than ever before, and as the first hot squirts of his boy-sperm hit, her own long-sought climax was triggered. Salaciously, the writhing teacher thrust her naked buttocks back at her panting young lover to get the full benefit of his shaft of hardness buffeting into her inflamed cuntal passage. Every muscle in her naked body contracted as she felt the erotic jolt of sensual rapture spasm through her screaming belly.
There was no time, no space, no motion in the entire universe, only the unbelievable bliss of her insane orgasm as she was struck again and again by the spasmodic twitching of every straining muscle. Jeff continued to spew his reservoir of youthful sperm deep into the hidden recesses of her trembling belly, and again she climaxed, groaning and slamming her naked buttocks frenziedly back onto the hosing cock.
At last... it was over, and Grace felt the overgrown boy trying to move over her collapsed body. She rolled onto her back as he got up quickly from the bed, gaping down at her in disbelief.
"Ch-Christ... you're some crazy bitch, all right!" Jeff gasped, staring at the thin white strings of his cum running lewdly down her glistening thighs. He reached for his clothes and started to dress in a hurry. "You ought to hang out a shingle!"
The black-mailed young teacher's brain reeled in the aftermath of her strength-bleeding climaxes, his words making little sense to her.
Jeff was dressed now and moving toward the bedroom door. He turned to stare once more at the nakedly breathtaking curves of his coach's wife still sprawled in lewd voluptuousness on the bed, his limp cock giving a final lurch in his pants.
"Yeah... you're some crazy cunt, Mrs. Howe...!"
"Please... please go now!" Grace managed, coming to her senses enough to pull the sheet up over her shameful nakedness. "You got what you came for... now get out!"
Jeff sniggered. "Oh, I'll go lady... but well get together again soon. Only next time, I'll just bring along a few friends to join us, eh? That ought to make for your kind of party..."
"Get out... get out and don't you dare ever come back here again, Jeff Stone!" Grace spat, raising to her elbows to glare at his obscene, one-sided grin.
"Now, is that any way to talk to a student, I ask you? Especially one whose cock you just sucked and then fucked?" the teenager taunted, his big frame filling the open doorway.
"Oh... oh dear God!" the beautiful teacher moaned in despair, tears brimming in her eyes to spill over and trickle down her soft cheeks.
"Bye bye, Mrs. Howe... till next time... "she heard him say, his licentious laughter coming back to her along the hall until she heard the front door close. Then, an immediate overwhelming wave of shameful repugnance swept through her, and she buried her face in her hands, weeping pitifully...
Dear, dear God... what's ever to become of me...?
CHAPTER FIVE
Kirt Stone poured another round of drinks for himself and his best friends, Earl Gay and Ray Welsh. He handed them around and they drank with satisfaction.
"God, that helps..." Earl sighed.
"Been a hell of a week all right," Kirt agreed, stretching his long legs out in the deck chair.
"I don't know about you guys... but I can hardly wait for morning. Jesus, I sure need this fishing trip," Ray put in, glancing at the dining room where they could see their wives gossiping away through the picture window.
"Hey, the kids are going to be camping up that way, too, I understand. Grace Howe's taking Guy's place since he had to go to that conference," Earl observed idly.
"Guy's a hell of a nice guy. I don't know about this school scheme of his, though. What do you guys think? I mean, I think I understand what he wants to do for the kids, but it seems like a waste to me... you know, putting up money to back a school when we got public schools already that are free," Kirt noted. He lit a cigarette and blew a thick ring of smoke.
Ray leaned forward, "Yeah, but the schools are lousy. Hell, you guys know as well as I do we didn't learn a damn thing in school that was really relevant. As I understand it, Guy wants to teach these kids things they're going to need to get on in the world. Let's face it... they're marking time in this high school. I'm surprised there aren't more dropouts than there are. Know what I mean?"
"Well, I got to admit the idea is good. There are a lot of other parents who think so too. Hey... why don't we drop in at the kids' camp while we're up there. I mean... Grace's going to be Guy's partner in this. None of us have every actually seen what these two are really like around kids. Might be worth putting some money in," Earl joined in.
Kirt grinned, "Yeah... you got a point, Gay. How are we going to know if we want to put money in their school if we don't see the operation in action. And that Grace is sure one I'd like to take some action with. Know what I mean?"
Ray lowered his voice glancing toward the chattering wives in the house, "I made a few passes myself but Grace Howe's the kind that leads you on but never lets you quite get there. A regular little cock-tease."
"Maybe... I wouldn't say she wasn't," Harry mused. "But I'd sure like to get into her just once. Jan kind of digs Guy too, but I get the feeling they're too uptight for the swap route. Guy gets pretty stuffy with education crap sometimes."
Kirt took a long swallow and then sighed, "Guy's okay... I don't blame him. If I had a bitch like that, I think I'd keep her for myself too."
"Hey... maybe we just should drop in and see how things are going with the kids... know what I mean?" Earl suggested with a wink.
Sam let the trace of a grin tug at his mouth. He shrugged, "Can't be too much wrong in that. We'd just be checking out a possible investment... right?"
"Sure... with her taking Guy's place we'll be playing the concerned father routine. Nothing more normal than that. So, we drop by... and who knows, with her alone and Guy in San Francisco, she might be an altogether different chick."
Kirt Stone's face broadened into a wide grin. The idea more than intrigued him. Shit, he'd give a month's pay to get into that luscious doll, but he wasn't going to build any ridiculous hopes... not with the kids around. But maybe they could have a few drinks, play her back and forth between them and see how receptive she might be to a little something in the future. He picked up his drink, taking another long pull. "Earl, you son of a bitch, sometimes I get the feeling you're a lecher."
"You're damn right. How about another drink, you cheap bastard," Earl laughed.
* * *
Three boys lay sprawled on the cool grass in front of the Stone house, exchanging a low-voiced, if sometimes heated, conversation. The biggest of the trio, was saying: "You can believe it or not, dopes, but I tell you she did, dammit! She sucked me off and then I fucked her from behind like a bitch dog! Shit, I never saw anything like it! She was right out of her mind...!"
"And she just lay right down and let you... is that what you're trying to tell us, Jeff?" Bruce Lord reiterated, a questioning tone of disbelief to his voice, even as his dark eyes shown with desire-filled excitement.
"Exactly! As naked as any whore you could ever imagine, and I mean she's really got some frigging body, man! All soft and rounded, with silky hair covering her cunt! Crap, I couldn't believe it myself when Ben Gay first told me. That's when I went to her place to find out if he was snowing me... and man, he wasn't! She just about came unglued when she felt my cock hard against her soft little belly...!"
"And... and you really shot your stuff to her, Jeff?" Greg Long, an average sized fifteen year old boy with long, shaggy blond hair, questioned in an aroused, dry voice, his own youthful blue eyes gleaming eagerly.
"The whole damned wad!" Jeff hissed, remembering that night. "And she acted as if she couldn't believe it! Well, believe it or not... she did! And Ben Gay will tell you the same!" The cocky boy insisted, satisfied that his friends were beginning to believe his fantastic story. "Which brings me back to my reason for telling you in the first place..."
"Yeah, just why did you tell us, man?" Bruce Lord asked, not wholly convinced that his school mate's wild story was all that true. Jeff was a loud-mouth, a brag and a bully, given to stretching a tale way out of proportion. Hell, if it really did happen and Mrs. Howe had done everything just the way he said, why wouldn't he keep it a secret so's he could get her to do it again when that fat cock of his began to itch! Bruce knew damned well if it'd happened to him, he wouldn't be broadcasting it. But then, he and Jeff Stone were two different kinds of cats, weren't they...
"Because I believe in sharing with my buddies," Jeff said, in answer to Bruce's question, his colorless eyes sweeping over both of them. "Like... up at White Ridge tomorrow night, maybe. I figure she'll stay in the cabin, right? Now, with the two bottles of bourbon I stole from my old man and after the other squirts are sacked out for the night, we'll sneak over to the cabin and pay Mrs. Howe a little visit... treat her to a few slugs of booze, then have ourselves a romp you guys'll never forget. You'll see for yourselves whether I'm crapping you or not."
Greg Long studied the bigger boy's lewd grin. No damned doubt but what he was making it sound authentic enough, and he couldn't deny the excitement his friend had set to churning inside him. Man, his frigging cock had stretched into rock-hardness just thinking about seeing their coach's beautiful wife all naked, say nothing of maybe sticking it right into her pussy! He'd had a couple of lays with Sandi Love, his next door neighbor, but she was a fat slob and anybody could sock it to her. Man, this was something else! He'd always liked his coach, but crap... that didn't mean he wouldn't like to fuck his sexy old lady... and especially if she was just passing it around the way Jeff said...
"Y-You think she'll come across for us, Jeff?" Bruce Lord was asking, licking wetly at his thin lips and pulling at the front of his jeans.
"We won't give her any choice, man," Jeff replied, his lopsided grin broadening. "I mean, what else can she do, eh? We got her right where we want her and she knows it. If she tries to fink out, we threaten to advertise what she did to Ben and me... now what the hell is she going to do, I ask you?"
"Jeez!" Bruce swore half-under his breath.
"Right," Jeff said with a little snicker. "You're beginning to dig the scene, man!"
* * *
Dressed in jeans and a shirt, Grace drove the truck, while the boys and their gear occupied the staked bed behind, their voices raised in song as they drove deeper into the wooded area of the mountains. Occasionally, she would chime in with a few lyrics.
She was pleased that it had all worked out so well. The day had turned out to be beautiful, and even Jeff Stone had added to her sense of well being by acting the perfect young gentleman around her. That, she knew, had been one of her main worries... wondering if he would openly attempt to take advantage of their sordid liaison, but he had not, nor had Ben Gay been anything but a model student. Jeff had taken almost complete command for her, using Ben, Bruce Lord and Greg Long as his main assistants. She was pleased now that she had decided to carry through with it, and was convinced that it would all turn out well.
At White Ridge everything seemed to go like clockwork, with Jeff calling out the orders to the boys and them acting like regular little soldiers. Long before sundown, all of their tents were pitched, their bedrolls and sleeping bags made-up. Afterwards Grace toured the tents of the younger ones, to make sure their beds were properly prepared and comfortable and then helped with the supper.
While the boys handled the after-dinner KP, she went to her cabin and unpacked her own few things, satisfying herself that the small, one-room affair was going to be quite adequate. Then, she poured herself a measure of gin, diluting it with one of the cans of warm orange juice she had brought, savoring it to the last drop before making a second. That gone, she went outside to join her wards around the campfire they had built, feeling very much a part of the festivities and happy that she'd come as she added her rich voice in song... until it was time to bed down, as Jeff put it.
Grace remembered to snap out her lights and finish undressing in the dark with the aid of a flashlight. She left on her panties and bra for night wear, since she hadn't brought a nightgown, and crawled beneath the blanket before reaching for the strong nightcap she'd made for herself. The melodious, lonesome sound of an owl drifted across the darkness through her opened window as she lay there completely relaxed for the first time in so long. Yes, she would be able to sleep, she thought, listening to the rush of the night breeze whispering mysteriously through the tall pines surrounding the camp. What was the saying... 'All's well that ends well...'
* * *
"Come on, Jeff, aren't you going to drink anymore?" Bruce Lord whispered across the circle the four of them made in the older boys' tent. He wiped the back of his mouth and held the bottle out, his young face twisted in a grimace from the burning liquor.
"What do you mean, man? I've already drunk more than all of you put together," Jeff lied, watching the ring of young faces in the lowered light of the gas lantern. He didn't intend to get stoned. That was going to be the whole kick of it for him. It would be more from getting them high as a kite and turning them loose on their unsuspecting teacher, while he sat back and watched. Then, for a finale, he'd take her... fuck the crap right out of her...!
"Pass it over here," Greg Long hissed to Bruce Lord, holding out his hand.
Jeff watched the younger boy take a strong pull at the bottle, followed by the usual breathless contortion of features. He grinned wryly to himself. Long was the cat he really wanted to see go ape. The fink had doubted him... had even had Bruce almost calling him a liar...
"Here, Ben," Long said, offering the half-filled bottle.
"Naw, I've had enough," Ben Gay, the youngest of the quartet nervously replied. "Look... Jeff... I don't think I'm going with you... I had mine with her the other night..."
"To hell you ain't!" Jeff snapped. "No chickening out on this deal, Ben. We're all going together and we're all getting a piece of that bitch! Besides, it may take two to hold her and one to keep her quiet in the beginning, until we get her started. We don't want her to wake up the whole camp screaming or something, do we?"
"Jeff's right, Ben," Bruce Lord quickly put in. "Come on, be a pal, let Greg and me get ours like you guys did..."
"Don't worry, Ben's going, aren't you, man," Jeff said rather than asked. "He'd never let his buddies down... right. Ben?"
Ben didn't answer, just swallowed tightly as Jeff grinned lopsidedly at him. Then their leader said: "Okay, what do you say, studs? Let's go play sexy games with Mrs. Howe. Everybody ready...?"
There were no spoken answers, only eager nods of liquor-fogged young heads. With a broadening grin, Jeff Stone extinguished the lantern and led the way outside his tent, crawling on his knees, the others following him in silence...
CHAPTER SIX
A dream awakened Grace... a sensually arousing dream. She'd been orally ravishing a faceless young boy, forcing him to submit to her voracious sucking of his hard teenage penis. Oh God! Rolling onto her back she felt the familiar tensing sensations in her belly and wetness aroused by the dream was seeping through the crotchband of the nylon panties. She couldn't resist stretching her calves and thighs to increase the erotic fermentations churning in her soft belly and awakened nerves. Smoothing her hand down over the satin-smooth skin of her belly toward the nylon covered mound at its base, she felt quivers of sensual excitement ripple narcissistically through her. The feel of her own caressing hand was wonderful... and then, she suddenly sat upright in the bed!
What was that? She had heard something... as if someone, or something, was moving outside the window close to the cabin. For a moment, she thought she could almost hear breathing...! Probably only an animal... but no! That sound was definitely the latch on the door! M-My God... someone was trying to get in...!
Frantically, Grace picked up the flashlight and focused it on the door, "W-Who is it...? Who is there?" she called out in a tight, almost choking voice.
"It's... it's me, Mrs. Howe... Greg Long." His young voice came through the door to her. "One of the younger boys is sick... I think you better come and look at him..."
Grace gave a brief sigh of immediate relief as she swung from the bed, picking up her robe to slip into, the reassuring sound of the boy's voice easing the first apprehensions inside her. She hoped it was nothing serious.
They moved in on her the moment she unbarred the door, before she had even a chance to scream... shadows that swept terrifyingly into the small room to clutch at her, knocking the flashlight from her hand, covering her mouth and picking her up bodily to carry her over to the bed. Then, as she stared wild-eyed through the darkness, she heard Jeff Stone's voice and saw the silhouette of his face against the moonlight from the window.
"Don't get upset, Mrs. Howe," he hissed down at her while strong young hands held her pinned to the bed, one of them covering her mouth. "It's just a few of the boys and me come to pay you a little fuck-visit like I promised, eh?"
She smelled the alcohol on his breath as the lewd, four-letter word registered in her horrified brain, and she lay there petrified, unable to think.
"Okay, Ben, light the gas lantern and keep it down," the big teenager ordered in a low voice. "We don't want to attract any of the other guys who might be up taking a piss or something. That right, Mrs. Howe? We just want to keep this one intimate little orgy, eh?" Then, by the dim lantern light, Grace saw her attackers first hand, mentally identifying their teenage, lust-incited faces by name as she lay imprisoned beneath their strong young hands. It was Bruce Lord's hands that covered her mouth and held one arm, while Ben Gay returned to pinion the other, and Greg Long lay with an arm wrapped across her trembling legs.
"Now, if you promise to be good, lady, and just cooperate like you did before with me, Bruce'll take his hand away from your pretty mouth," Jeff said, suddenly pulling his T-shirt over his head and unfastening the belt. "Of course, if you don't, like I told you last time, you're going to get it anyway... only this time, you're going to have a few more cocks to take care of."
The sinking sensation already gripping at the pit of Grace's stomach grew more intense as she watched the overgrown Jeff Stone push his jeans and shorts down his hips until the long thick hardness of his huge young cock thrust lewdly out from his naked loins like a baseball bat. She heard the low sniggering sounds from the others as they, too, watched their leader's unhesitant stripping before her, and her awe-stricken eyes locked unwillingly on the familiar sight of his bobbing penis.
"Well, Mrs. Howe...? What do you say? You going to be nice and play games with us... or do we just climb on and fuck the hell out of you anyway we like?" Jeff rasped, his big hand reaching down to grasp the thickened rod of his rigid young cock and luridly begin to milk its thick foreskin back and forth.
The powerful youth was watching her eyes, almost all that was visible of her lovely face with Bruce's hand clamped over the rest, and he saw the same undeniably crazy gleam come alive in them that he had witnessed the other night when they'd seemed to fasten hypnotically on his nakedly exposed cock. He couldn't help but chuckle right out. The bitch was gone already! Man, she was really something, all right...!
"It's okay, guys," he said, licking his fat lips. "She ain't going to give us any trouble...just let go of her."
Grace sucked in a deep gasping breath when the hand was removed from her mouth and nostrils, and her arms fell automatically into a more comfortable position once they too were released. She hardly noticed that her robe was wide open to reveal the nakedness of her long white legs all the way up to the damp nylon "vee" of her wispy panties; she was too overwhelmed by the rapid series of shocking events that had placed her in such a vulnerable position. But stunned as she was, the helpless young teacher knew in her liquor-dazed brain that she could never resist them, once they unleashed their hard, young handsome cocks! Yet, she had to try!
"P-Please, Jeff... you mustn't," she managed in a half-whimper as the big teenager moved toward where she lay. He was still clasping and stroking his thick rod of swollen male flesh, while the others began to shed their clothing. "Don't... don't do this to me... my God, think of my husband if not me...!"
"Don't try to give us that shit, lady!" Jeff snapped back at her. "You think of your husband just the way you thought about him when you sucked Ben off and fucked me before, eh? And you better think of him good... because if you don't take care of us right, he's going to hear the whole story of how you seduced us all right here in this cabin! Now, how does that set with you, bitch?"
"Oh... oh my God!" Grace moaned, fully aware that every word he had spit down at her was imprisoning her more hopelessly in this nightmare and that there was nothing she could do to fight them! It was an unbelievably vicious web of her own making and there was no escaping it! Just as before with this overgrown, adolescent brute, she was completely at his... their mercy... all of them... nothing to do but let them have their half-drunken, lust-filled ways with her...!
And then, all of them were naked, their stiffened teenage penises jutting out menacingly from their youthful loins with virile, sperm-filling testicles swaying between their strong young legs as they moved toward the bed! With a word, as if pre-planned, they simultaneously grasped the beautiful teacher and began stripping her robe, panties and brassiere from her... until she lay completely naked before them, a trembling shiver of sensual, if frightened, arousal rippling over the softly swelling curves of her white nakedness.
Grace heard their gasps of excitement at the sight of her helplessly exposed body. She felt hands immediately begin to stroke and explore all the secret places of her flesh. Oh God, she was unable to deny the rising sensations of desire their eager young hands were triggering!
"I-I want to lick her cunt!" Greg Long blurted out, his lewd statement sending a wild jolt of unrestrainable lust racing through her trapped loins.
"Okay, man, if that's your thing!" Jeff exclaimed, suddenly hauling her from the bed to the floor and moving behind her to cradle her back against his strong young body. She felt his big hands cupping and squeezing her quivering breasts, his thickly erected cock pressing into the smooth crevice between her unprotected buttocks. Then Greg dropped to his knees in front of her, his young hands stroking timidly downward over the full soft curve of her hips to her suntanned thighs, finally inching inward toward the hair-fringed lips of her hot moist pussy! With that, the others were obscenely brushing their hands over her defenselessly naked flesh, her breasts, belly and thighs, crowding as close as possible to rub their stiffened teenage penises against her feverish body!
Dear God, she was helpless, alone and totally at their mercy... yet, almost willingly so, she thought, as an almost familiar feeling of masochism trickled through her. Her own gin-glazed brain seemed unable to curb the devilish surge of sensuality their lustful fondling of her naked body was unleashing!
"Oh... oh God...!" she moaned as Greg's lips nipped teasingly at the silken pubic hairs covering the soft swollen mound at the base of her belly. He raised his young face and gaped pleadingly up at her, not speaking, his eyes alone begging. An unqualified sensation of pure lust raced through her as she reached down to caress his boyish face. "Go on, darling, do what you want! Lick my cunt!" she rasped. "Lick it and suck it for me! Eat my cunt for me!"
"Shit, get her down on the floor so we can all get at her, Jeff!" Bruce Lord choked in a dry, whispering voice.
"Okay, okay," the husky boy replied. "You heard 'em, doll. Get down on the floor... there on the rug and spread them wide, eh?"
Grace had no choice in the decision; they pulled her down forcefully, stretching her out.
"Wider, lady... spread 'em wider for Greg if you want that hot pussy of yours eaten!" Jeff ordered, his colorless eyes gleaming sadistically.
Grace did, unable to control the lascivious desire that the sight of their teenage, virile cocks in pulsating rigidity fired within her. Oooohh... there was no hope for her... now or ever! She'd been a fool to think differently! Here she lay helplessly subjected to their slightest whims, and instead of being shamefully debased, she was shamelessly alive with wildly mounting passion! Oh God...! Oooohh Goddd!
"Wider... wider... as far apart as you can get 'em!" Jeff commanded, and obscenely she responded, spreading her full firm thighs to the farthest extent, until the entire sensitive area surrounding her defenseless pussy was lewdly exposed to them. "Now, Greg boy, look at that luscious sight!" the teenager rasped. "Go to it, buddy! Do what she asked... eat her cunt!"
Grace's heart was pounding in her chest as Greg crawled eagerly up between her spread, bent legs and fell forward on his belly, his face hovering inches above her moistly flushed pussy.
"Go on, man... eat her!" Jeff commanded, lying down beside Grace and taking her arm to put around his neck as a cushion for his head. "In the meantime, I'm going to suck one of these delicious tits! Come on, Ben, you take the other one!"
The helpless young teacher panted open-mouthed as Ben Gay took a similar position on the other side of her. She lay there with arms around both of them, her feet flat on the floor with her knees spread and raised, her trembling thighs lewdly agape before the burning eyes of Greg Long.
"Ooooohhh..." she whimpered, feeling both boys begin to fondle the softly fleshed mounds of her breasts, kissing and tonguing into pebble-like hardness the tiny pink nipples... finally sucking them hungrily into their hot young mouths. She felt their hardened cocks pressing nakedly against the yielding flesh of her hips, both boys simultaneously beginning a rhythmic grinding with their loins. Then, she felt Greg's hands touch the soft flesh of her inner thighs, making her breath catch passionately in her throat.
"Uuuuunnnngggg," she moaned as the tantalizing wet boy-kisses were lavished on the hair-lined crevice of her desire-inflamed pussy, Greg's tongue suddenly flicking at the palpitating opening. Every muscle in her body tightened at the maddeningly pleasurable licking of her pulsating cunt-lips, while soft sounds of total bliss rose in her throat. She felt the timid teenager's thumbs spreading open the fever-flushed edges of her pussy, and then his tongue raced ravishingly up through the lust-moistened flesh!
Grace groaned, gasping and twitched spasmodically beneath the three boys' merciless young mouths and tongue, as they sucked and bit at her swollen breasts and orally fucked her tingling vagina.
"Oooohhh... oh God... yes, yessss!" she cried, already feeling the first faint beginnings of orgasm in her churning belly.
Then she saw Bruce Lord move toward her and take up an obscene position above her face, way up into the pried-open, rubbery channel to the palm of his big hand, and again she cried out. Before she could catch her breath, a second finger joined the first, reaming and stretching her delicate nether passage, forcing her to halt her fucking movements while Kirt Stone brutally clutched at her waist to keep her from squirming off him. She moaned incessantly with the agony as the unseen hands continued to spread her back there, easing the resilient cheeks of her buttocks farther and farther apart until she thought she would split open! And then, as suddenly as they had entered, the cruel fingers were removed, and she felt the soothing bath of air wash across her damp nether crevice... but only for a brief moment! Abruptly, a larger, smooth rubbery object pressed against her cringing anus. My God... it was his cock! He was going to sodomize her...!
"Ooohhh... stop, damn you! Stop it... my God...;!" The fearful teacher pleaded, writhing violently as she tried to get away from the unbelievable pressure. But Stone's powerful hands held her fast while Earl Gay pressed his thick rod of hardness against the tiny lips of her anus, until she felt the tightly clenched ring pop suddenly open to encircle the head of his lustfully throbbing cock! "Oh... ooohhh... you're ripping me...!" she half-screamed as she felt it worming its way unceasingly into the yielding depths to join the other penis buried in the clutching recesses of her lust-fired pussy!
None of them heard the door open, nor saw their friend Ray Welsh stumble drunkenly in, eyes bulging at the obscene spectacle taking place in the center of the floor. Then Earl Gay saw his shadow and turned to stare at Ray's sniffing nostrils and unbelieving eyes.
"What the hell...!" he choked out, halting his lewd ass-fucking as Ray moved menacingly toward him. "Kirt...!" What the fuck's wrong with your goddamn friend?"
Kirt saw Ray then, his own liquor-dimmed eyes widening at the unmistakable sexual rage of his friend. The sight surprised him. He thought Sam was asleep back at the lake.... "Plenty for all of us, you crazy bastard... come on! Join in!"
A deep growl rolled from the man's throat as he continued to move toward Earl Gay, his gleaming eyes angrily fixed, his face contorted.
"Goddamn...!" the smaller, naked man exclaimed suddenly jerking his swollen cock from Grace's forever stretched rectum and shying back out of the way of his friend Ray. "I thought I was drunk, Kirt...!" he blurted in his own half-drunken stupor... and then he heard his friend's roar of laughter. "But-Jesus!"
It struck Kirt Stone what was wrong with Ray when he saw the cock being frantically freed, the pointed tip of the glistening, hard rod of flesh meaningfully dripping! "Goddamn, Earl, you better get out of the way," he warned with another throaty chuckle. "Looks like Ray wants a piece of her, too!"
"Jesus Christ!" Earl Gay blurted as he moved in close to shed his clothes and position himself into the smooth crevice between Grace Howe's openly spread young buttocks. He watched the obscene performance with bated breath, then swore again as the drunken Ray mounted the rounded, defenseless moons, and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Oh... oh my God!" Grace gasped, her liquor-numbed brain finally registering Ray's presence. "Stop him! Somebody stop him, please..." she wailed as she tried to shift her helplessly exposed anus away from his driving attack. He was crazy drunk!
Earl gaped in absolute wonder as Ray lunged in closer between both Kirt's and Grace's scissored-open legs, until the huge pointed length of his cock was obscenely probing the smooth hairless crevice separating her lush white buttocks. He stared in awe as it slid up to find the stretched little opening that he had been forced to pull out of! His breath damn near choked him when the narrow tip of the ever-growing rod of flesh shot into the exposed puckered hole with a fury, disappearing right up her cringing passage almost to his dangling balls!
"Aaauuuuuggghhhhh!" Grace grunted beneath the shock of stabbing pain racing through her belly. With a twisting lurch, she tried to shake the cruelly impaling cock out of her pierced rectum, but her efforts were useless! As she grunted and strained to free herself of the agonizing intrusion, Ray's fierce growl filled her ears while his hairy arms clutched savagely at her hips, and he began to pump furiously into her!
"Jesus Christ! He's got it right up her ass-hole, Kirt!" Earl exclaimed, still hardly believing that Ray would shove him off!
"I know, man, I know!" Kirt Stone rasped excitedly, his lust-infused eyes bugging at the expression of wanton agony on Grace's contorted features. "I can feel his goddamned cock ramming it to her! Christ... I think she's going right out of her fucking skull!"
The young brunette teacher hung on an insane plateau of sensual pain-pleasure. The obscene invasion of her nether-hole had nearly blinded her with the immediate excruciating agony of the massive cock bursting into her, pushing the spongy flesh of her rectum before it, until in seconds he had ground it all the way up inside her warmly constricting depths. But as Sam continued to piston relentlessly into the softness of her upturned buttocks, she could feel his sperm-bloated balls swing down hard against the cock-stuffed lips of her vagina below. She was absolutely impaled to the hilt by the two men, and once again beginning to masochistically revel in the depraved possession of her reluctant flesh.
Earl Gay watched in open-mouthed fascination, stroking his own aching penis as he gaped at Stone's huge cock beginning once more to fuck with fury up into her wet pink cunt, while that goddamn selfish drunk, Ray, plunged in and out with the rapidity of a trip hammer! Paul was lifting both of them right off the floor with every violent upthrust, raising the spread-open cheeks of her helpless white buttocks to the in-and-out batterings of Ray Welsh! In and out, the relentless cocks pounded... in and out of her tightly stretched openings with crazy, mean strokes... both men finally arriving at a rhythm that buffeted her smoothly between them.
Earl's face was only inches from the pair of wet thick cocks plunging sleekly into the voluptuous teacher's grotesquely stretched cunt and anus. He watched, mesmerized, as the swollen pink edges of her inner cunt were pulled out around Kirt's cock on the instroke, then disappeared inward again when he rammed up into her quivering belly. But the wildest sight was Sam's thick cock sucking wetly back out of her, tugging the tight coral ridges of her no-longer-virginal anus out with it, and making them vanish when he lunged back into her! Shit, he couldn't stand just to watch it any longer! He had to get it into that bitch too, before he blew his goddamn mind...! That goddamn Ray!
Grace continued to moan incessantly through lust-twisted lips as she fought to move in time with their lustful man-rhythm. Dear God, she had never been so completely and thoroughly fucked in her entire life. She wished there was some way she could watch their huge cocks disappearing up inside her, but she could only mentally visualize it, and the mere thought of their lurid and unnatural coupling sent new fires of lust soaring through her defenseless body. Dear God, their cocks were growing... still growing inside the already filled passages to her belly...!
She felt hands twining in her hair then, jerking her face upward. Fingers played at her tongue-moistened lips, opening them, until she felt the velvet-soft substance rubbing against them. Focusing liquor-fogged eyes, she saw Earl Gay's long thick cock bidding for entry, and hungrily she opened her mouth, allowing him to slide the rod of throbbing hardness along the full length of her tongue. Eagerly she locked her lips around it and immediately he began to pump into her face, causing her to almost gag as he pressed his huge blood-engorged cock to the back of her throat, then down, its full length nearly disappearing between her sensual red lips.
Voraciously she sucked, cheeks hollowing and bloating, delighting in the exploration of all the ridges and wrinkles on his thrusting penis as her tongue licked fervently at the blood-inflated head on each outstroke, the tip probing hotly into the tiny slit at its end. Hands searching until they came to his cum-bloated balls, she cupped them tenderly to caress and milk with knowing gentleness.
Grace felt her hips moving of their own volition back onto Ray's massive cock racing into her forever expanded rectum, then moving forward and down to meet and absorb Stone's ramming cock plunging into her steaming cunt. A sense of moral decency had been drunkenly blotted from her mind in the wave after wave of ecstatic sensations that were all but consuming her! Nothing mattered any longer but the magnificently hard male cocks fucking into her, and she rocked wantonly to their lust filled attack, while she sucked Earl's throbbing hardness with avidly mounting fury!
God... as always, she wanted it to shoot into her mouth... to swallow his hot jism and feel it dribbling down her throat... filling her belly just as Ray's and Kirt's cocks pummeling into her maddeningly stretched back passage and pussy would fill her too! Yes... yes...! She sensed Earl's hardness abruptly swelling in her mouth and began sucking harder on it!
It exploded as he cursed out his climax, gushing forth thick hot streams of the pungent liquid deep into her mouth and throat, her cheeks bloating and contracting as she swallowed to keep from choking on the continual spurts issuing from its bulbous tip. She drank it hungrily in thick gulps, locking her lips around the ejaculating organ, not wanting to lose even a tiny drop of the sweet-tasting, fiery liquid! Earl fell away from her then, and small droplets of his cum seeped lewdly from the corners of her mouth, his shrinking member slithering uselessly from her still sucking lips, sticky strings of his thick white sperm stretching from them to his flaccid cock-head pulling away.
"Ohhhhh... yes... God, yes!" Grace began to chant hoarsely in the litany of the overwhelmed, continuing to respond to each powerful lunge into her sensually excited cunt and rectum. Both men were now pummeling her without mercy, and she gave them back in wantonness every stroke they delivered into her, until all three began to growl and groan in an unintelligible maze of lust-filled sexual abandon!
"Aaauuuggghhh... fuck me... fuck me hard! Oh God... I can feel both of your cocks deep inside me! Ooooohhhh... ohhhhhhhh... Ooohhh... faster... harder... make me cummmmmm...!" Grace begged, urging them on as she envisioned their totally obscene ravishment of her seething genitals, the imagined picture driving her toward a vortex of cyclonic lust. It seemed to go on forever... the mounting, blinding ecstasy of it... the hands and fingers gripping and clutching at her as she strained insanely toward her climax. Her dazed brain reeled... nothing else in the world mattered but the tremendous sensations of rapture about to burst inside her!
"N-Now...!" she wailed. "Please... oh God, please... cum in me together! Fill me! Drown me in your cum! Oooohhhhh... I-I'm cuummmmmmmminnnggggggg...!"
Ray growled from deep in his throat at the same time Grace felt the thick boiling liquid of his sperm shoot far up into her back passage, bringing on the moment of her own orgasm. Delicious spasms of blinding pleasure rocketed through her! She could feel every contraction of his thick, hard cock as it spewed out its load of scalding cum deep, deep up into her nakedly contracting belly. Then, Kirt Stone swore as she plunged her fire-filled cunt hotly down onto his towering cock, the breath heaving from her lungs while his huge blood-engorged penis began pumping its thick hot jets of semen up into the farthest recesses of her quaking vagina, her own orgasmic secretions blending and puddling with his, an almost frantic convulsion of enchantment momentarily enveloping her!
And... and then... it was done...!
Ray immediately withdrew his shrinking length of penile flesh from her stretched rectum to turn away from all of them and stagger toward the still partially opened door, quickly lurching into the night. For a long moment, Kirt Stone's and her own breathing continued to fill the room. Finally, Earl Gay cursed, muttering something unintelligible to her, then Kirt lifted her bodily up off him, his limp member pulling from her cum-flooded vagina with a wet suction sound, until Grace lay alone, her long legs still obscenely spread, the cool air a soothing balm to her ravished body.
Stone stood and was pulling on his clothes as his friend and neighbor dressed too. "That, bitch, was merely the beginning... so keep that in mind," the man said, his big face twisted in a smirk. "We'll be back... again and again! Only next time, I want some of that ass-fucking, baby. Jan never did go too strong for it, but then, she ain't got your ass either!"
Earl Gay sniggered lewdly as he dressed, watching the expression of uncontrollable shame creeping over Grace's lovely face. "Yeah," he added, "and maybe you better start talking to your husband about starting your school. Tell him we'll be glad to put up the money."
"Oh... oh God... haven't you both done enough to me yet? What do you mean - money for the school?" Grace whimpered, closing her thighs and crossing her arms to shield her breasts. "I don't know what you mean..."
Kirt Stone broke into a wide grin, hitching his belt and zipping his fly. "You've got to be some kind of loony nympho, Grace doll. Anybody who sucks off kids is warped upstairs, especially when there's cocks like Earl's and Ray's and mine always available to you." He laughed. "Just remember, cunt, we'll be around, and often. Just keep all those tight holes warm and ready for us, eh?"
"Come on, let her be, Stone," Earl suggested. "She's got enough to think about... getting these kids back and trying to answer their questions."
"Okay, okay....but just remember what I said, Grace cunt... we'll be back... and often!"
Grace rolled over onto her face to hide the uncontrollable sobs from their merciless eyes. She heard them laughing as they finished dressing, then felt a stinging slap across the buttocks. The shock startled her... and then they were gone. Alone, she quickly extinguished the gas lamp and crawled into bed, covering her ravaged nakedness with the blanket.
Dear God, what was she going to do? They would come back, again and again... and there was no way in the world she could prevent them... no conceivable way! For a long while she lay unmoving in the cool quiet of the night, at last growing drowsy from the excessive liquor they had forced down her... until finally she fell into a fitful sleep of exhaustion...
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Oh shit!" Jeff Stone yelled, struggling to get to his feet at the unmistakable sound of his father's booming voice. The old man was being held erect by Earl Gay and, Christ, he was roaring drunk and Ben's father wasn't much better. Jesus. They'd been caught red handed! What the crap was going to happen now?
"Wait a minute, Stone... don't blow your top!" Earl Gay said thickly, clutching the bigger man's twisting arms and hanging on for dear life.
"I'll kill that goddamned cunt!" Stone snarled drunkenly as Grace sat bolt upright, letting out a moan of wild despair.
"Oh... oh my God!" she gasped in horror, realizing with sickening finality that nothing could help her now. How could she ever make them understand that their sons, with the other two teenagers, had broken in on her and forced her...?
"It's her fault, Dad! Honest to God, it is!" Jeff exclaimed in a breaking, child-like whine. "Isn't it, Ben? She made us do it, and it ain't the first time! Is it, guys? Crap, tell 'em the truth... it's the only way...!" the big boy rambled on brokenly, determined to lay the full blame for their lewd activities on their coach's helpless wife.
"It's true, Dad!" Ben Gay added, his own face ready to crumble in tears, while his penis shrank quickly down his adolescent loins.
"I'll take care of you later, boy!" Earl Gay barked, still holding onto his friend's weaving frame. "Now all of you, get your clothes and get out of here! Go to your tents! We'll settle this mess with Mrs. Howe ourselves!"
"Well...? What the hell you little punks waiting for?" Stone roared thickly. "Get your asses out of here... all of you! Any one of you stick your noses outside those tents and I'll squash 'em flat to your horny little faces! Now get...!"
Grace could only continue to stare in horror at the whole lewd scene, watching the boys quickly snatch up their clothes and hustle toward the door, giving a wide berth to the pair of raging parents standing in the center of the cabin. In her shock, Grace completely forgot the obscene position of her spread-open nakedness as she lay there on the rug before the two drunken men... until suddenly she was aware of the lust-filled expressions contorting their liquor-numbed faces.
"You... you thinking what I am, Stone?" Earl Gay questioned, his tongue snaking out to lick at his dry lips as he stared down at the cock-tingling sight of Grace Howe's lustily exposed curves. "Hell, man, this is made to order... even better than we could've planned it!"
The big man had freed himself from the other's hands and was wavering there, feasting his own red-rimmed eyes on the frozen spectacle of the terrified teacher's vulnerably naked body, his long, thick cock inside his pants beginning to stretch into heavily aroused hardness. "Y-Yeah..." he choked after a moment. "Yeah, Earl... I think we've had this little cock-tease all wrong, maybe. It's baby pricks she likes... little ones that she can suck on and nibble at like sticks of candy."
"You're right... and what do you suppose Guy's going to think about that?" Earl Gay posed, his eyes glaring at the expression of open-mouthed shock on her pretty young face.
"Oh... oh please... please listen to me," the cowering brunette implored, her voice weak and tremulous. "Please... you must hear me out... my God... please...?"
"Please?" Kirt Stone drunkenly repeated. "Grace, baby, that's my middle name. Didn't you know? Kirt 'Aim-to-please' Stone they call me... and you know why? Because when I fuck 'em I always please 'em!"
Earl Gay sniggered at his friend's lurid humor, then saw the bigger man begin to unbuckle his belt. With that, he started to undress too, both of them standing there side by side as they slowly and meaningfully stripped their clothes away, to the gaping disbelief of the helpless girl on the floor in front of them.
An icy tremor of fear washed through Grace as once again she became aware that there was absolutely no way she could defend herself against them. There was little question of what they intended to do to her. Their lust was visually apparent in the protruding bulges of their shorts as they pulled their pants away. The times she had so casually teased and taunted them were suddenly coming back to her, and now these snubbed men were using her abuse of their teenage sons as leverage to satisfy their own lecherous demands! Dear God, what a debasing trap she had devised for herself! For a moment, she thought of screaming out and racing for the door, but in the end she knew it would be useless! They'd only catch and probably beat her... and even if she could get to help, the truth was bound to come out! What then...?
Abruptly, Kirt Stone dropped his shorts to stand nakedly before her, his long thick cock jutting out lewdly from his hair-covered loins beneath the slight overhang of his stomach, and Grace stared at it in slack-jawed dread. She had never seen anything the length and breadth of it! Compared to Guy's or the boys', it was monstrous! Her insides cringed at the thought of it worming up into her narrow sensitive vagina! His heavy, semen-inflated balls swayed bullishly between strong muscular thighs, as with a drunken grin he dropped his hand to grasp and lewdly stroke the thick-foreskinned hardness before her fixed gaze.
"It don't look much like a kid-cock, does it, Grace baby?" he leered. "But you'll get used to it before this night's over, baby, and you'll wonder what you ever saw in those boy-pricks in the first place."
"Yeah," Earl Gay chimed in with a licentious chuckle, exposing his own near-equally sized rod of hardened, circumcised male flesh. "And just think, Grace, you're going to get them buried in that soft luscious body of yours both at once!"
Though she was trembling in uncontrollable dread, their obvious orgiastic intentions were re-kindling the fires the boys had set to flaming inside her! Dear God, she Couldn't believe it, but it was true! Her fear-filled belly had begun to churn masochistically again with insane excitement.
Then Earl saw the bottle of bourbon the boys had brought with them, and scooped it up. "Looky here, partner!" he said, uncorking the find and quickly tipping it up to his lips to take a long hard pull.
"Hey... keep a little of that for me, you bastard!" Stone chuckled, staggering over and grasping it from the other man's hand to tilt it to his own lips.
Then Grace asked desperately, "Please... may I have a drink too...?"
"Shit, yes, honey!" Kirt exclaimed, dropping heavily to his knees beside her, while Earl Gay moved around to come down on the other side of her. "If there's anything you're going to need, it's an anesthetic, Grace baby!"
Swallowing nervously, the young brunette teacher reached for the bottle, but Stone brushed her hand aside, gripping it tightly as Earl did the same with the other. Then, while the latter held her head, Kirt turned the bottle up to her full sensual lips and began to spill the bourbon wildly into her mouth! She tried in vain to twist her head as a torrent of the burning liquid flooded her throat and forced her to swallow again and again.
She had hardly caught her breath, when she felt the potent alcohol surging into her bloodstream. They let her free, and between them, finished off the bottle, while she lay there looking at their naked, older bodies and portentous cocks, a mounting sensation of alcohol-loosened lust already needling through her already aroused loins. In the past, she had wanted no part of them, but now...? Whatever scruples were left inside her were rapidly disintegrating! In moments she would be as drunk as they... and maybe... maybe that was heaven-sent too.
Suddenly, Kirt Stone sprawled onto his back and was lifting her up over him as if she were weightless. "Come on, you little bitch! It's time to give old Stone a good fuck!" the man spat up at her, twisting and adjusting her naked body to his own desire as Grace moaned in rising, liquor-inflamed passion. "Goddamn you, get it into you!" he ordered. "Raise that luscious cunt of yours up and stuff my cock into it before I slap the piss out of you for seducing my son!"
The drunken young teacher's brain swam with the masochistic lust his lewd words and obscene demands were igniting inside her seething belly. Whimpering, she squirmed to right herself over his massive body, placing her knees on either side of his ribs. Roughly, his hands smoothed up her inner thighs to her partially opened, wet cunt, spreading the flushed, hair-lined lips apart to expose its moistly glistening pinkness to his lecherous gaze. His fingertips began to work furiously on her tiny clitoris, bringing it to more and more pronounced erection until with a gasp, she raised to her knees. Grasping at his thickly pulsating cock with her hand, she moaned as she tried to worm its thick mushroomed tip into the wetly palpitating hole of her vagina.
"Goddamn!" Stone choked as Grace continued to groan in wanton desire. "The crazy cunt in a nympho, Earl!"
Earl Gay couldn't speak. He could only stare in dry-mouthed fascination at the rippling flesh of Grace Howe's soft body quivering voluptuously as she wriggled and strained above Kirt's huge rod of hardness, trying to manipulate its inflated purple head into her tight wet cunt-hole. His own rock-hard cock was throbbing hotly in its unfulfilled need! Christ, the sight was too much... too much...!
"Oh please... help me! Get it in! Get it in!" Grace wailed, her swollenly erect breasts swaying and quivering as she squirmed her vagina over the blunt rubbery head of his angry, towering hardness.
Then, Kirt caught hold of her slender waist while she clung to his thick cock, zeroing her vagina directly above the hardened rod before pulling her down onto it!
Momentarily, the obvious resistance of the small, elastic mouth to the lust-inflated head pressing with unrelenting force into her tight wet vagina, raised a guttural moan of agony from deep in the beautiful teacher's throat...
"Aaaaauuuuugggghhhh..." she grunted painfully at the stretching of her sensitive cuntal opening as it wormed in beyond the turgid coronal rim. She whined again before beginning to sink down onto it, her groans slowly changing to mewling whimpers of ecstasy as it slid up into her like an unending greased log.
Spreading her knees out wider away from his body, she sank lower onto his huge impaling hardness, moaning all the way as if it were killing her. Then she raised up off it so that the massive cock, glistening wet from her heated vaginal secretions, came slowly into view almost to the angry-red ring of his cockhead. With a soul-tearing gasp then, she sank down again, flattening her softly rounded buttocks against his loins, absorbing the entire thick-veined rigidity of his huge penis back up inside her hotly clasping vagina.
"Holy shit...! I wouldn't believe it if it wasn't happening!" Earl Gay exclaimed, bending close to watch the straining white mounds of her wide-spread ass-cheeks and Stone's long thick rod of rigid male flesh disappearing up into the stretched pinkness of her dark, hair-fringed cunt. "She's taking the whole fucking thing, Kirt... Christ, all of it...!"
"Y-You're telling we?" the big man grunted, the man jerking from his chest as he pressed his legs together and thrust his hips rhythmically upward to meet her gradual descent. He felt their bodies slapping hotly against one another, raising a tempoed pattern of gasps and groans from both their throats. Shit, the fucking bitch was more than he'd bargained for!
In her drunken stupor, Grace rode Kirt Stone's huge pleasure-giving cock in flaming lust-drive passion. Never in her life had she been so filled between her legs... in her hot belly... and she bent forward until her full, hard-nippled breasts were squashed flat, burrowing into his powerful hairy chest. Oh, God, yes... she was punishing her own self, smashing his hot thick hardness right up into her grotesquely expanded vagina hard into her tingling womb. Oh... oh... it was so exhilarating, almost hypnotizing her with its sweet agony. But then she felt the fingers parting the softly yielding flesh of her buttocks, and probing at the sensitive interfolded circle of her tiny anus...! Though the initial contact aroused new unleashed passion in her liquored, sensually fired brain and straining belly, the insistent prodding began to hurt. Her brow furrowed from the growing torment and she began to struggle against it, yet she was hesitant to move away and lose the wonderful sensations of the thick cock impaling her searing pussy to the very depths of her belly! Instead, she clenched her teeth, prepared to endure the thrusting finger which had begun to worm its way into the soft rubbery confines of her rectum...!
"Agggghhh... ohhhhh... noooo... nooooo!" she gasped uncontrollably, uselessly trying to clench the wide-held moons of her buttocks against the lewd invader.
Earl Gay laughed out in gravel-voiced lust as he pressed forward with his thick middle finger into the raised pink ring of her tight little anus. He watched her squirming body lurch nakedly, and heard her cry out at his intrusion into the sensitive opening. "Open your ass, you kid-sucking bitch!" he spat. "You better get used to it because this is just the beginning! Next comes my cock!"
Grace felt him thrust forward mercilessly against the useless resistance she was putting up, his thumbs on her soft little buttocks, spreading them farther apart.
He squatted down until his young, semen-bloated balls dangled just above her mouth and the little brown hole of his hair-ringed anus nearly touched her nose. Excitedly, she flicked out her tongue to lave his velvet-soft testicles with her hot saliva. Lifting her head, she opened her lips wide to gently suck what she could of them into her warm wet mouth, heard him groan and felt him raising up again...
Reluctantly, Grace let his heavy young balls slip from her mouth, watching as he re-positioned himself on his knees, arching over the two boys sucking at her breasts, his hands extended to brace himself between her naked body and theirs, until his hardened teenage cock was right above her tremulous lips. With one hand, he forced it down and drew back the foreskin to expose its wet purple tip, holding it for her to suck into the heated interior of her mouth! As soon as she did, he began to fuck his lust-engorged cock in and out of her ovally clasping lips, the rigid shaft nearly choking her as it probed lewdly down her throat!
Oh God... it was heavenly! Four of them at the same time! Her brain racing in blinding passion, the warped obsession within her destroying any restraint she might once have possessed as she wantonly and masochistically gave her body to their youthful lust. Frenzied sensations of inflamed salacity permeated every inch of her voluptuous nakedness. She sucked voraciously at Bruce Lord's pulsatingly hard cock, knowing from experience that in moments it would be squirting its hot sweet cum into her anxiously waiting throat, while the warm tongues and youthful mouths pulled erotically at her prickling breasts and the boy crouching between her legs sent fantastic shocks of delight racing through her steaming cunt and quivering belly! God... she was going to climax, herself, any minute...!
"Oh... oh man! Shit! I'm going to cum!" Bruce gasped. "Ooohhh... suck it! Suck it hard! I-I'm cummmmiiiinnnngggg...!"
In seconds, Grace's receptive mouth was flooded with a torrent of hot cream-like sperm that raged down her throat in a fury of seething fire. She fought for breath while gulping with wanton hunger at the thick burning semen ejaculating from his pumping young cock driven to the depths of her constricting throat muscles. Simultaneously, her own building pressure peaked and burst, sending ecstatic jolts of orgasmic rapture charging over and through her nakedly convulsing body!
She felt Bruce's boy-cock quickly growing flaccid in her mouth as she pulled and sucked on it, licking feverishly for its last drop. Then, as he pulled it from her and fell back, she raised her head to gape down at Greg Long between her wide-spread thighs, her passion released, hoping that he would stop... but one look at all of their faces and she knew it was hopeless. They didn't intend to stop, not even for a moment! Dear God, she dimly realized, frantically jerking as Greg's tongue incessantly continued to stab and lick at her blood-filled clitoris, they intended to exhaust her... to extract her mind out through her searing pussy! But then, as he continued to mouth and tease the desire-inflamed little bud, she felt the pressure beginning to build once more! Oh... oh God... she would cum again in a minute...!
"My turn now, Greg!" Jeff exclaimed. "Let her suck you off while Bruce takes over this tit! We're going to take turns eating that sweet cunt of hers! How does that sound to you, Mrs. Howe? You want to suck the cum right out of Greg's nuts while I eat you... eh? Do you?"
"Oh... ooohhh... yes, yes!" Grace whimpered. "Bring it up here to me, Greg! Let me suck it, please? Oh yes... go on... go on... eat my cunt, darling! All of you, please. Eat my hot pussy for me...!"
But it never quite happened that way for the rest of them. The entire sordid scene was suddenly brought to a petrifying conclusion with the gruff, blood-freezing voice that roared from the doorway.
"Jesus Christ! What the fuck is going on here?" Kirt Stone bellowed, staggering drunkenly into the small one-room cabin. Earl Gay was right behind him, grabbing and steadying the bigger man to keep him from falling.
CHAPTER EIGHT
A pleasant feeling of warmth and security washed through Grace Howe. She raced around the house, straightening everything until it looked just right. Twirling in front of the mirror in the bedroom, she laughed at her own reflection in the mirror, the folds of a new pink lounging robe swirling around her body. It hardly seemed possible the way it had all turned out after that horrible night in the woods. It hadn't really been so terrible after all. Like beauty, horror was in the eye of the beholder, perhaps.
Even the boys the next morning had treated her with all the respect they used to give her. The rest of the camping trip had passed without incident. When she'd gotten home last night, Kirt Stone had called and repeated his offer about the school. Suddenly she realized that she was saved after all. Guy would be so thrilled... his dream come true at last. The men had made it plain they were serious about financially backing the school... and the only proviso was that they be on the board of directors.
Somehow she knew it was all going to work out now. Guy was due in from San Francisco any minute and she wanted him home where he belonged. The martinis were cold, the steaks ready to be broiled, and she had the surprise about the school for him.
Just then the front door opened. Grace raced into the living room and threw herself into her husband's arms.
"Oh, darling," she cried.
"Hey...now that's the way I like to be welcomed home!" Guy swept his dark-haired young wife into his arms and crushed her close, his mouth locking on hers while his hands squeezed her fragrant flesh through the silky pink fabric. God it was good to be home!
They kissed for long minutes, the tall tired coach of Apple Cove High School and his beautiful wife. At last, Grace reluctantly pulled herself away and looked up at him with sparkling, dewy eyes.
"Oh darling... come here and let me pour you a drink... no... it's all right...I'm not drinking too much. It's just that we have to celebrate."
Guy followed her into the kitchen, stripping off his jacket and removing his tie. She handed him a drink and held her own glass high in a toast. He looked puzzled but touched his glass to hers.
"To... the new Guy Howe School for Boys," she announced triumphantly.
"To what...? What are you talking about, baby?"
"Just that, darling... it's true... it's going to be a reality! I've found the money... or rather you did. Remember asking Kirt Stone and Earl Gay and Ray Welsh if they might be willing to put up some money for the school? Well, they stopped by the camp when I took the boys... just to see how we did things, you know... and Kirt called yesterday... They will put up all the money provided they can be on the board of directors. I didn't think you'd mind, darling so I said yes... Is that all right...?" she ended breathlessly.
"All right!! Oh, baby... you just don't know!" Guy swept her into his arms again and waltzed around the room with her, lifting her high above his head and then letting her slide down to the floor to hold her close. "How on earth did you do it, honey?" he asked proudly.
"Well... I guess, I just showed them that we're really interested in boys... that we like them and can take care of them properly, that's all," she smiled knowingly.
Guy Howe reached again for his beautiful wife and she came to his arms eagerly.
