When a teacher stands in front of a classroom, the responsibility is vast. The future of society lies in the hands of the educators. And it is evident from recent surveys, the quality of education is going down. So far down in fact, the public has become concerned and voiced alarm about standards that have slipped, sometimes to the vanishing point.
Yet, there are instances of another kind of "lapse" that is equally disconcerting, and disgusting. That is the "moral lapse" in our educational scene today. There are instances where teachers have taken advantage of their authority to use it in a manner that is warped and sick. That is when teachers have permitted themselves to become sexually involved with their students. They have failed to understand the impact of their own conduct, and thus have permitted themselves to make sexual statements to students, and sometimes sexual advances.
This happens on all levels of society. The problems that develop are many. The child can develop a warped attitude toward sex. This is one of the tragedies that can take place. Then there is another situation that can take place. The child can develop an extreme distaste for any kind of sexual encounter, all based on the unpleasant episode in early childhood.
Our story concerns a woman who felt sex was her right, and didn't want any desires she possessed to be stopped by conscience or the restrictions of society.
Disaster could only follow in the wake of her wanton sexual feelings. For she was willing to defy all of society's conventions to satisfy her personal carnal cravings.
Fortunately, she was eventually found out, and her immoral conduct with her students put to an emphatic end.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Diane Leslie was discovering that it wasn't as easy to obtain a teaching post as she had thought it would be. Unfortunately, jobs were limited, and this limited the choices of schools where she could teach. Her mother didn't hesitate to tell her what she thought of her for deciding to become a teacher.
"A girl with your looks and talent settling for a teaching position is absurd," her mother declared.
For a tense moment, Diane couldn't answer. And this only gave her mother opportunity to throw in another caustic jibe.
"If you had any sense at all, Diane, you would have become a legal secretary or worked for a doctor. You'd have a chance to socialize with lawyers and doctors and you could have a good life...."
Diane looked at her mother with hot contempt. Her mother was a stunning blonde, just as she was, and completely spoiled. She had used her good looks to lure a prominent husband who happened to own the local lumber company. When she tired of him, she moved on to bigger and better things, like husband number two who owned a factory. This had catapulted her into the social climate that mean to much to her. So quite naturally when her beautiful daughter Diane turned her back on the elegant social life she had every opportunity to enjoy, and settle instead for a teaching career she was upset.
"Mother," Diane told her tensely, "did it ever occur to you that some women don't want to 'use' their sex to obtain material rewards? Maybe I want to be thought of as a person ... a person who can offer society a valuable service ... namely, my teaching career!"
Her mother got to her feet, and glared down at her daughter.
"Are you suggesting I've used my husbands to achieve the good life I've given you?"
It didn't take Diane long to answer that statement.
"Yes, Mother," she nodded, "you've sold yourself ... you know it too!"
"Alright," her mother said tensely, "if that is all the thanks I get after all I've done for you, you can move out of my home. And you can take your teaching career along with you."
Her mother turned abruptly and left her alone in her room, perplexed and saddened. With the job market turning sour, and her mother showing so little sympathy for her plight, Diane found new determination to locate a teaching position. She knew it could mean taking any school assignment but it didn't deter her in her vow to find a teaching position.
It wasn't going to be easy to find an apartment that she would like as much as her home. Prices on apartments had skyrocketed, and landladies were often suspicious of single women.
The following day she scanned the apartment rental advertisements in the newspaper and found only three she thought might be suitable. She dressed conservatively in a tailored suit, and went out to search for the apartment that had to be centrally located so she could commute to a school easily as she still didn't know what her plans would be. The first two apartments were rented, and the landlady at the third apartment was difficult to deal with.
"I've never had very good luck with single girls," she explained sadly, "they have parties if you know what I mean."
"I'm not quite sure I do," the young schoolteacher told her frankly. The grey-haired landlady with the motherly manner looked at Diane Leslie in a new light. She recognized she was innocent and obviously not a swinger. At least that was what her intuition told her.
"Miss Leslie," she smiled understandingly, "you have come from a sheltered background. And it's easy for me to see you are unaware of the way some people live."
Diane wanted to be thought of as mature. It bothered her that she had come from a family that had protected her so much. The resentment surfaced in her eyes and the landlady picked it up immediately.
"I've been around," she quickly cut in.
"I'm glad there are a. few good girls left," the motherly landlady smiled. "My name is Virginia Pearson. What's your name, dear?"
"Diane Leslie," she replied.
"Diane, let me tell you something. You don't have to be ashamed of not carrying on like the kids do these days. I've had pot smoking, a girl who was hustling, and I even had to throw out a schoolteacher who had an orgy going with her students."
Diane gulped. She was a schoolteacher and she would never think of becoming involved in an orgy with her students. It disgusted her to think about any teacher showing such utter disregard for ethical standards.
"I think you would be a good tenant," Mrs. Pearson smiled, "but I must have first and last month's rent, and a fifty dollar cleaning deposit."
Pleased that she had at least impressed the landlady with her integrity she pulled out her checkbook and began writing a check for the rent and deposit. "I'll be moving in later today," she told her.
When Diane went home, her mother was amazed to learn of her finding a place so quickly. Immediately, she had to contribute a cryptic comment.
"I suppose it is in a slum area. You couldn't find anything in a respectable area that quickly."
"No, mother," Diane insisted, as she continued packing her clothes, "It is a nice area and I have a nice landlady."
"Don't come crying back to me if you discover you're in a shabby location. And I don't want to hear anymore of this ridiculous talk about teaching. You've been looking for a teaching post for months and school begins next week ... and you still don't have a thing lined up."
Finishing packing, and closing her luggage, Diane snapped, "I'm going to work as a teacher and I'm on my own at last!"
Picking up both pieces of luggage, she stalked out of her bedroom with her mother following close behind.
"Now, Diane, if it doesn't work out ... you know you are always welcome to come home ... we love you, dear ... you know that don't you?"
Without looking back, Diane continued down the spiral staircase wiwh both pieces of-luggage, and replied, "I understand you mother very well. If I don't live my life on your terms, I'm not welcome. If I let you dominate my life, everything is just fine!"
Her mother followed her down the staircase, and out the front door as Diane headed for her white Mustang parked at the curb.
"You ungrateful girl," she exclaimed, "don't come whimpering back to me when you get in trouble ... you hear?"
Diane tossed her luggage in the car, and then got behind the steering wheel and looked up at her distraught mother.
"So long, mom ... thanks for everything!"
As she gunned the engine, and drove down the street she couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness. At last she was on her own. Twenty three years of her life had been spent in the lovely house on this block she reminisced, and now it was all coming to an end.
Turning onto the freeway, she headed for her apartment. She found it difficult to adjust to the small garage space, but other than that all went well. Moving in, she unpacked her things, and thought of the shopping she must do. It was good the place was furnished, that would save a lot of bother. And the next day, she went to work to find a job as a teacher again. There was one school she had neglected deliberately. It was a school with a very bad reputation for vandalism and violence. Teachers were constantly being asked to protect themselves from attack, and transfers were inevitable.
However, Diane decided she would become a teacher even if it meant going to Jackson High. Fearlessly, she strode into the school the following day and asked the secretary at the front desk to see the principal.
At first the secretary didn't want to take her in to see the principal. She knew very well Diane was from an upper class family, and she also knew adjusting to Jackson High would be painful if not deadly.
"What was it you wanted to see him about?" the burly secretary asked, secretly hoping she could dissuade her from becoming a teacher if that was her idea. She felt certain the young, stunning woman before her could never satisfactorily face up to the problems she'd be forced to confront in the classroom.
"A teaching position."
"That was what I was afraid of," Val smiled understandingly, "Look, I'm not trying to discourage you, but forget about working at Fort Jackson."
"Fort Jackson?"
"That's what we call it," the secretary smiled. "When a teacher comes here, she's not going into a classroom but onto a battlefield!"
At that very moment, the principal stepped out of his office and saw Diane standing there at the front office counter talking to his trusty secretary Val Coolidge.
"Could I see you for a moment?" he asked Val.
Deciding to take the bull by the horns and seize a shred of an opportunity Diane Leslie turned around and caught the principal's eye.
"I wanted to see you about a teaching job," she smiled her best. The principal took her all in. He observed her shaeply bosoms, trim waist, and lithe legs. After giving her the eye from head to toe, he went back to her smiling face. The big blue eyes, the blonde hair which surrounded her head like a halo, and her white teeth when she flashed him a ppeasant smile all turned him on. Val Coolidge could instantly see he was aroused by what he saw, but thought nothing could come of it as all the teaching positions had been filled. However, she got a surprise when the principal declared, "Miss Davis got a transfer and we do have an opening now. I was just coming out here to tell you to phone the Board of Education downtown and let them know we are looking for a teacher in English."
"That's providential," Diane Leslie declared dramatically. "I just this moment told your secretary I was looking for a teaching position."
Bruce Collingswood, the principal at Jackson High smiled at her with delight. Bruce was a former gym teacher, who had taken courses in business administration and finally made it to principal when the last principal had been knifed in an alley adjacent to the school when he broke up a high school dope ring. With a body of an athlete, and a positive outlook, Bruce had managed to hold on to his position for two years, and this was an acheievement for anyone at Jackson High.
"Come right in, Miss ... Miss ... what is it?"
"Diane Leslie," the young blonde smiled.
He motioned for her to come into his office and she followed behind his towering six foot, two frame. He ushered her into his office and pulled up a worn leather chair for her to sit in for their interview.
"How old are you?" the principal began.
"Twenty three," Diane said quietly, hoping this wouldn't count against her.
"And how long have you been teaching?"
"I've had one year of practice teaching," she smiled, hoping he could accept this as sufficient to let her begin at Jackson.
Shaking his head sadly, the principal felt forced to tell her, "I'm sorry ... but I don't think that is enough!!"
At this point, Diane was near tears. Jackson High was her last hope. She couldn't give in and go back to her parent's home. That would mean defeat and she'd have to eat her words.
Sensing her frustration the principal tried to explain his position.
Rising, and going over to the edge of the desk, he sat there and looked directly at Diane Leslie.
"My hands are tied," he explained, "Teachers here face troubled students with complex problems. Out of their inner frustrations they rape, rob and even do worse. I couldn't expose a first time teacher to that kind of classroom. It wouldn't be fair ... to you ... or me!"
Unable to accept defeat, Diane told him her feelings on the matter.
"I'm not afraid," she informed him, "I sincerely want to help these kids. Most of them have had a tough time of it. They are seeking answers ... and I can help them because I would be a dedicated teacher."
As the principal looked into her face, he found himself weakening. He could see the helpless look of a woman who wanted desperately to work. More than that, he could see the determination that backed up her desire.
"I suppose I could make an exception," he admitted studying the young teacher some more. "Of course I would have to give it some thought."
Diane felt a twinge of self-consciousness surfacing. It wasn't difficult to detect the principal was studying her body. For a quiet moment, he looked at her and then returned to the seat behind his desk and began giving her some advice.
"Jackson High is not an easy school to work at," he admitted, "but we have a dedicated faculty and some of our students score high on achievement tests. The important thing to remember here is to keep your distance from the students. Don't allow yourself to be trapped in a classroom with any one student. It could prove very dangerous."
At this moment, Diane Leslie felt it was dangerous to be trapped in the principal's office. The hot looks he was giving her indicated he was all revved up and she didn't like it. Just the same she managed to keep her cool, and thanked him politely.
"Any consideration you can give me will be appreciated," she assured him.
As she left, she thanked the secretary.
"Thanks for everything," she said, giving her a cryptic look, realizing full well how little she wanted to help her.
When Diane returned to her apartment, the phone was ringing. She hastened to answer, thinking it might be the principal.
"Hello...."
"Diane, how are you?" her mother began nervously, "Your father and I have been talking it over and we want you to come back home where you belong."
"Thanks, but no thanks," Diane said with determination, "I think I have a job all lined up."
"Wonderful ... where Diane?"
"Jackson High," she replied.
"Not that slaughterhouse," her mother shouted, "Diane you've got to be kidding. They shoved a teacher out of a second story window last year and I read about three rapes. If you go to work at Jackson you are asking for trouble."
Undaunted by her mother's reaction, Diane laughed, "I'm a big girl now. I think I can take care of myself."
"With a couple of bodyguards and a black belt in karate, I'm sure you could," her mother commented angrily.
"Was there anything else?" she demanded, "I've got some things to tend to if you don't mind."
"That's all, dear," her mother told her, "only don't come crawling back to me for sympathy when you get your stomach full of Jackson High."
"Don't worry, I never would," she told her emphatically and hung up.
The very next afternoon, the call from the principal came through.
"Miss Leslie," he began, "we've decided to give you a shot at it. If you like us and we like you ... I'm sure you can count on a permanent teaching post at Jackson."
Diane was delighted with the good news.
"Thank you ... thank you Mr. Collingswood," she told him gratefully.
"That's quite alright. You can call me Bruce," he told her.
"Thanks, Bruce," Diane replied. "School begins next Monday so I might drop by to find out which room I'll be teaching in and acclimate myself to the surroundings if you don't mind."
"That would be fine," he assured her, "We want our teachers to take a genuine interest in what they are doing. It is important for you to keep everything in order to make your work as easy as possible."
The next two days were spent at Jackson High. Diane liked her second story classroom and went to work on the bulletin boards. She wanted to make everything as attractive as possible for the students in her classroom. But there was a nagging feeling she couldn't shake that she was making a big mistake. Jackson High was a very old school, originally constructed in 1901. The old brick administration building with a series of classrooms on the second and third floor needed renovation badly. Even though the hallway floors were polished to a high gloss, they squeaked. The very tall windows with tired Venetian blinds afforded a good view of the sprawling campus. There was a west wing for the science department, and a large gym. But the buildings had a dilapidated look about them she didn't like. Yet, she tried to banish every negative thought about the place from her mind so she could make the most of her opportunity to commence her teaching career. So what if it was Jackson High; she wanted to make the best of everything and vowed she would. But the words of the secretary, Virginia Pearson haunted her.
"You'll be lucky if you last one semester. A pretty woman like you can have plenty of problems at Jackson High ... or I should call it Fort Jackson ... there's a battle going on around here all the time!"
Her ominous warning gave Diane an edgy feeling, but she tried to forget it and looked forward to Monday when school would begin.
CHAPTER TWO
Diane Leslie made it a point to dress conservatively. She certainly didn't want to exploit her curvaceous body at a place like Jackson High. Wearing a dark blue dress, she entered her classroom at seven thirty. The classes would begin at eight.
A couple of boys were smoking in the classroom when she entered. Seeing the teacher come in, they hastily snuffed out their cigarettes. Diane felt it best to ignore it. But she was certain they were smoking pot. They left the classroom as she put her coat up in the closet, along with her purse and locked the closet door carefully. She had been warned about the high incidence of robbery and she wanted to avoid adding temptation to the unpleasant possibility of getting robbed.
The students were noisy during the first period. But as the day wore on and they became adjusted to being in the classroom again, slowly recognizing the vacation was over, things went smoothly. That is except for one young student in her last period of the day.
He was reaching over and placing his hot hand on the crotch of the girl who sat beside him.
The girl complained, "Teach, Rodger is putting his hand on my you know what!"
"Rodger," Diane Leslie told her young student, "I think you'd better stay after school and do some extra homework. That might teach you to watch your hands when you are in the classroom."
The class burst out in laughter, and Rodger was embarrassed. The dark-haired young student, with the smoldering brown eyes looked up at the teacher tensely. Diane didn't return his angry stare but continued with the English assignment she was giving when the interruption took place as if nothing had happened. When the class bell rang, the rebellious student didn't move. Finally, Diane was left alone with her unruly student. He didn't say a word and this bothered her. Finally, she called him to the front of the classroom. He got to his feet, and sauntered toward her desk with a deliberate attitude of disgust.
"Rodger," she informed him, "you ought to be disciplined. I was thinking of asking you to answer all the questions at the end of the first chapter in your English book...."
"Forget it," he shook his head, "I require stronger discipline than that if I'm going to be a good boy." She looked at him with hot anger about ready to erupt, when Rodger explained what he meant.
"Jennifer Murphy, the last teacher here used to paddle my butt. That is the way to punish at Jackson High. You've got to be firm!"
"Maybe I don't believe in corporal punishment," she snapped, "Open your English book and get to work."
When Rodger didn't move, she suddenly became so angry she wanted to hit him and this was exactly what he hoped for. He was eager to involve the teacher's emotions with his own. It pleased him to see her face redden.
"I suppose I could punish you with the paddle," the teacher admitted.
"I wish you would and get it over with," the young sixteen year old told his teacher. And he couldn't help but notice how attractive she looked when she was angry. Her shapely body made him get an instant hard-on and he looked forward to the paddling, even if it did sting a little.
"I have but one request," the muscular young sixteen year old boy told his teacher, "close the door when you paddle my butt. I don't want anyone watching."
"I suppose that is a fair enough request," Diane agreed as she went to the green teacher's cabinet in the corner to get the paddle out to discipline the annoying young student.
"Get the biggest paddle," he told her, "I deserve to be punished!"
It was amazing how willing he was to accept his fate she thought as she picked out the largest paddle.
Coming back to her desk she got a big surprise. Her young student had pulled down his pants, and his shorts and was bending over her desk waiting for the paddle with only his bare butt showing.
"You didn't have to do that," she told him.
"What?" he smiled up at her innocently.
"I ... I mean pull your pants and shorts down. This will really sting!"
"Go ahead," Rodger insisted, closing his eyes and waiting. Diane Leslie was not accustomed to such a situation. She felt suddenly awkward and didn't want to continue. But Rodger insisted.
"You'll never last at Fort Jackson," he sneered, "if you can't handle discipline."
Seizing the paddle firmly in her hand, the new teacher brought the paddle down hard on the young boy's bare behind. But it didn't upset the young lad as he felt his crotch becoming heated as she brought the paddle down on his bare buttocks over and over. When she had given him ten whacks, he stood up and Diane caught sight of his huge, throbbing penis standing up rigidly.
Rodger could see the fear written across the teacher's face but this didn't stop him. He sighed as he stepped nervously toward her.
Diane watched the young boy with sudden terror, and took a step backward as his hand slowly extended outward toward her trembling body.
"Oh, no, Rodger. Please don't touch me," she pleaded with the horny young student.
Stepping back, the blonde teacher pressed herself back against the closed classroom door. Her eyes flashed fear, and a soft whimper of protest rose in her throat as she saw him coming nearer.
Reaching up, the young boy put his hand slowly up to her heaving bosoms.
"No, Rodger," she whimpered, looking into his lust-crazed eyes. Fear and excitement mingled in her mind as the horny young boy pressed his body against hers, his hand sweeping from her breasts to her back, and then dropping quickly to the firmly squirming ripeness of her buttocks as his loins ground down hard against her softly inviting thighs. Suddenly he put his face close to hers, his mouth crushing eagerly against Diane's sensuously parted lips, his tongue flicking wetly into her mouth as his hands dropped lower onto the outswelling firmness of her buttocks.
The teacher clenched her eyes tightly shut, fighting with all her strength against the uncontrollable sensations that coursed like a virulent fever through her body. But the soft kneading of Roger's hot fingers into the sensitive flesh around her ass-cheeks and the shocking pressure of his pulsating naked penis against her loins brought moans of lust and passion to her lips that could not be quieted. Diane knew she was losing this battle. She couldn't help it. She wanted this young boy so badly she thought she would die if she couldn't have him. Yet the restraint she had been taught by her protective parents was holding her back. Yet the thought of having Rodger's virgin young cock inside her cunt, no matter what the cost tormented her now.
The teacher gasped, holding her breah as Rodger's fingers lifted the material of her skirt up from her thighs. She made an effort to tug away from him as the hem was raised completely off the ripeness of her buttocks. Her body stiffened as Rodger's fingers darted eagerily into the top of the tight waistband of her panties, and moved with lewdly searing effect down to the sensitive crack between her defensively clenching ass-cheeks.
"Oh, Rodger, no ... don't touch me there! Please don't touch me there!"
Diane squirmed as she felt the horny young student's fingers slip lower along the forbidden crack to stroke teasingly over the puckering little hole of her anus. An even more troubling shiver coursed through her loins as his hand moved even farther down to brush through the softly curling strands of pussy hair from behind, at the base of her softly cleft ass cheeks, making a sudden contact with her moistly-heated cuntal slit.
"Oh Rodger. Please don't do that," Diane sobbed, her fleshy buttocks starting to undulate in a sensuous rhythm in response to the gentle stroking of the young boy's fingers between her wetly throbbing pussy lips.
"I'm going to fuck you, Miss Leslie. You know you want to be fucked. So just let me screw you. Just this once and after that I'll never bother you again."
The teacher couldn't find words to answer the young boy. But she shuddered as his hands moved further up the slick, parted lips of her cunt. Her legs went weak as Rodger's throbbing huge penis came into stimulating contact with the bud of her clitoris. Spasms of ecstas shook her beautiful body. She had to hold her breath t keep from screaming. All too well, Diane knew she was losing control.
Her lust-tortured mind caused her to sob and moan. She wanted to find words to protest the youngster's salacious assault on her body. But when she threw her hands up in protest, she found them moving quickly through Rodger's curly hair, turning her face up to ward his. He covered her mouth with his own, sucking on the teacher's tongue eagerly between her lips.
He kissed her passionately, all the while breaking down the last remaining defenses. His youth, virility, and hugeness aroused her imagination. The teacher parted her legs wider as she felt Rodger's fingers begin to part the flanged lips of her pussy and worm his way in. His fingertips touched her erect clit, as little mewls of passion rose in her throat. She sucked his hot tongue deeper in her mouth now. As she squirmed she pressed her jutting bosoms against his young chest, grinding her pelvis forward against the threatening sensation of his huge cock pressing against her. She was powerless to resist at this point. Diane knew she had to be fucked, and fucked right now. Her entire body was crying out in torment for more sex.
"Alright, Rodger," Diane sobbed weakly, "I'll do it. You can fuck me. But only this once. And you must promise me you'll never tell anybody!"
"But ... maybe you'll let me screw you again if you like it," Rodger insisted.
"No ... this must be the first and last time...."
Soon she was stripping. As Rodger watched her slip out of the dark blue dress, he made sure both the front and back classroom doors were securely locked, and then adjusted the Venetian blinds so nobody could see in.
"We're on the second floor," Rodger explained his actions, "but just in case anybody is washing the windows they'll never see us."
When he saw her standing before him with only her panties and brassiere, he got so excited he was shaking. Sliding out of his pants and shorts completely, he pulled off his shoes and socks, and then removed his shirt. Naked now, the horny young boy walked toward the teacher, with his cock standing out before him like a pointer.
Slowly she slipped off her brassiere, and then he caught sight of her jutting naked breasts standing up rigid and beautiful. The teacher's eyes were glossed over, her voluptuous body swaying in a gentle erotic dance as she finished stripping. Her clinging panties caught Rodger's eye. Between her legs he could see the curly pubic hair. He was anxious to have her completely naked now. With a gentle wriggling, the teacher slipped out of her panties and stood proudly before him, completely naked.
Rodger almost gasped aloud at the splendid sight of his naked teacher's beautiful body. She possessed the most perfect pair of breasts he'd ever seen in his young life. As she raised her arm to run her hand through her long, blonde hair, he could feel his cock-tip almost ready to erupt. , The rich pink nipples which capped her naked, jutting breasts seemed to swell before his very eyes. The teacher's face flushed, and her glowing eyes indicated to Rodger just how anxious she was for him to have sex with her. Her short nervous breaths caused her chest to go up and down and she took her curvaceous bosoms along for the erotic ride.
Now Rodger's throbbing penis loomed suddenly up. Diane closed her eyes as she felt Rodger's breath blow softly over her already ripely swollen nipples as he let his hands reach behind her to feel of her ass-cheeks. Shivers of anticipation ran up and down her spine now. It was awful and Diane knew it was. She wanted sex with a sixteen year old student. Yet, as he leaned closer, pressing his face into the deep valley between her voluptuously formed breaths, his lips came into soft contact with her warm sensitive flesh.
She moaned and shuddered. Rodger's hands clung precariously to her naked buttocks. He was pulling her lushly ripened body awkwardly to his, the huge erection of his penis prodding hard against her nearly defenseless loins to prompt a little whimper of delight from deep in her throat.
"Yes, Rodger," she panted as she felt one of the young student's fingers move again between her satiny buttocks. His tongue flicked wetly out to moistly caress one of her hard-swollen nipple-buds and his hand again moved up between the softness of her thighs from the rear. He was coming into tantalizing contact with the little hair-lined slit of her pussy. The teacher uttered a low, lusty moan of impassioned desire. Her hips lunged forward so the naked rod of flesh of the youngster's penis prodded even more threateningly up between her thighs, driving her to an even more desperate state of lustful excitement. The young boy's penis throbbed with lewd urgency as she pushed against his hugeness. Rodger jerked his hips forward, and inserted the lust-swollen head of his pulsating cock right up between the moistly slicked lips of her cunt, emitting a low groan at the faint stab of pain as they yielded to let the throbbing head slip through.
"Ohh, yes!" she cried passionately, her buttocks jerking in a frenzied spasm to the shocking violation. Her body quivered even more wildly as Rodger shoved forward again, his hotly throbbing cock driving deeper into the velvet-like warmth of her hot pussy flesh.
She moaned with desire, her hips lunging forward as she felt the hugeness of him pumping in her pussy. She spread her thighs even wider apart, as she let her cuntal muscles grip the palpitating rod of virile young cock flesh as it slipped slowly into her pussy. Gradually Rodger's cock rode into the softly resisting walls, deeper ever deeper, until she was ablaze with passion for him. The boys desire-tightened balls slapped down into the crack of her buttocks. Her entire body jerked, the shocking spasm thrilling her completely now.
"Fuck me ... fuck me," she panted passionately, enjoying every thrilling stab of his huge, young cock. The teacher's body jerked, as he pumped his huge, skewering cock into her cunt with the rhythm born of instinct.
"Fuck it," the young stud student gasped, rutting into her with lewd, hot urgency. He'd finally gotten laid he thought to himself. He recalled all of the times he had imagined it was happening. And now that it was actually happening, he was enjoying every thrilling moment of it.
The super sensation of the teacher's hot pussy trembling and tightening around his smoothly stabbing cock, the feel of her thighs closing softly on his hips, Diane's voluptuous breasts mashed against his chest. It all was adding up to the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him in his young life.
Diane moaned, her impaled body twisting in lustful ecstasy from the sheer raw sensation of finally having the fourteen year old boy's cock up inside her cunt. Yet, she couldn't help realize for a painful flash that all of this was wrong. She shouldn't be having sex with a sixteen year-old stud. No matter how much he wanted it, no matter how desperately he had demanded it, she should have possessed the willpower and the decency to resist him. But it wasn't easy. How she hated it. Yet how she loved it. As her flexing pussy muscles grabbed at his stabbing rod, she had to confess to her innermost being, she loved ever thrill-packed thrust of his cock inside her love nest. Tingles of erotic pleasure rippled up and down her hot cuntal flesh. Her sensitive nerve ends were on fire for his fuck.
Her hands reached up to grip his shoulders. She let them slide slowly down his back, as she finally gripped the young man's firm round ass-cheeks, massaging them, playing with them with massages and caressess, all carefully calculated to keep him aroused, and stimulated.
When he felt her parting his ass-cheeks, and slipping a finger up his asshole, he felt embarrassed. Yet, when her fingertips massaged his prostate gland he felt more aroused than ever.
Rodger began to pump his pulsing hardness slowly in and out of her clasping pussy flesh, gradually increasing his strokes, burrowing his throbbing cockhead deeper, still deeper inside her tortured loins. Rodger pressed his face against hers, his tongue flicking at her mouth. She withdrew her finger from his tight asshole, as he bent over, and began licking at her aroused, erect nipples.
She thrilled to the unique sensation of his tongue wetly licking at her nipples. He began to fuck in earnest, thrusting his lust-inflamed hardness with smooth, rhythmic cockstabs into her cuntal mouth, creating involuntary contractions around the surging shaft as Diane's body began to respond.
Diane whimpered, gripping his flexing ass cheeks as he continued riding his throbbing manhood into her hot, tight mound.
"I ... I can't get enough of you," she admitted, "Fuck me! I want to feel it sliding in me. I want every fucking inch of your cockmeat in my cunt!"
He continued jabbing it into her hot, delicious pussy, thrilling to her responses. He loved the pleasing sensation of having her bosoms brushing back and forth across his chest, as he continued stabbing his manhood into her tight cuntal orifice.
"Yes, yes," she panted, as she sensed the young boy gaining confidence, riding in her grasping cunt with tender strokes. Her sensitively moistened flesh, gripped his cock with every new stroke. He was coming in now at exciting angles. As he pumped it to the right, the teacher twisted her ass toward the left. It excited him all the more when she ground her cunt different directions for him. It indicated to Rodger that his blonde teacher enjoyed having him drilling his manhood into her just as much as he enjoyed driving his penis into her moist, slick pussy hole.
Little mewlings of lusty satisfaction poured from her lips as his hands urgently explored all over her body. They were both sweating, and struggling for that lofty moment when they would climax.
The horny young stud student could feel the urgent quivering of her inner pussy muscles around the swollen head of his cock, the wetly clasping grip of her pussy began a lewd sucking right around the base of his penis, as he ground harder, driving deeper into her cunt.
At this point, the schoolteacher's passionate cries were growing even louder. Her eyes were open and bright with her hot lust, as her head rolled from side to side. Her buttocks seemed to jerk in a frenzied, wild manner as he continued sliding his meaty manhood in her mound. Her body was coming to life now as never before. The wild electric excitement that began deep in her cunt, flowered throughout all her naked flesh.
Diane was obsessed, writhing, and pushing back to meet Rodger's deep-driving cock jabs.
"You're doing pretty good, Rodger," she panted, pumping back to meet his skewering cockstab.
Her hands ran forcefully up and down his back, seizing his naked young buttocks, and guiding his lunges into the snugly clasping pussy. An incessant stream of erotic moans and whimpers issued from her lips. Diane arched her own buttocks, bucking and pushing back as they came closer to climax.
"Fuck me ... fuck me, Rodger," she begged frantically. "I want to feel it shooting inside me.
Seeing the teacher turned-on like this inspired him. With deep, driving cockstabs he rode into her. The young boy's buttocks jerked in a spontaneous movement as he became stimulated by the erotic effect of her hot hands clasping his ass cheeks. He rammed his lust-propelled penis into her with total abandon. Driving deeper into her quivering, clasping cunt he knew he was about ready to explode.
Diane could feel her orgasm begin far up in her loins, surging relentlessly, as he suddenly shot her his wad. In a blinding flash of creamy cum he splattered inside her.
"Ohhh, ahhh, I ... I'm aiming," he groaned, gripping her tightly and plunging inside her with all his might. "Fuck ... fuck me!"
Giving her cuntal muscles a wild workout, she gripped his thrusting shaft, squeezing the cream right out of his cock. "Ohhh, ahhh, yess ... yessss!" she groaned in delight, as more cunt juices flowed, rolling down her moist inner thigh.
Once more, Rodger's lips pressed against hers in a scorching Frenching session. They clung to each other as a mist sheen of perspiration coated their naked, pumping bodies.
"Wow!" Rodger smiled, as he pulled his lips from hers, and slowly eased his still hard cock from the clasping cunt.
"I ... I'm sorry," the teacher apologized, tears streaking down her cheeks. "I ... I'm really sorry. I don't know what came over me!"
CHAPTER THREE
Hastily slipping into her clothes the new teacher could only feel guilt for what she had done. She knew very well there was no excuse. Rodger Hanson dressed and then upset Diane Leslie even more when he told her, "I-I've got to fuck you again!"
He had completed dressing now and went to the back classroom door and left her alone. She hadn't been alone five minutes before the Girl's Vice Principal Beth Taylor stepped in.
"How did it go today?" Mrs. Taylor smiled in a friendly manner.
For a second the guilt she felt surfacing made it impossible for Diane Leslie to reply. Finally, gathering her emotions, she smiled a bit nervously and nodded, "I guess everything went alright!"
But that wasn't enough for an answer for Beth Taylor. She confided, "The teacher who was here last year had a lot of trouble. The kids ganged up on her and shoved her out the window. Can you think of anything worse happening to a teacher?"
"I can't," Diane admitted, "but I'm sure some of the students could. They are so creative in their thinking."
"You must keep them busy," Beth advised, "don't let them become restless because they have nothing to do. The important thing is for you to always keep them involved in a series of activities. In this way they can develop self-control, and learn something."
The Girl's Vice Principal was a woman in her late forties, and had a spectacular hairdo from the era of the bubble. She wore a grey wool suit which matched her hair. But nothing could hide the fact she was clumsy, and dreadfully fat. It did give her a pleasant manner, and she always seemed to be laughing with her double-chins.
"Actually, dear," she smiled understandingly, "this isn't such a bad school. It is just that a new teacher might not know how to cope!"
"I suppose it just takes time," Diane forced a smile.
"Jackson High isn't all bad," Beth Taylor insisted, "last year my homeroom surprised me with a big birthday cake. Of course it was the last thing I needed but it was a sweet thought!"
"Tell me about the teacher who got shoved out the window," Diane asked curiously.
Sighing heavily, Beth Taylor begged off.
"I'd rather not talk about it," she insisted. "The datails are too gruesome!"
Glancing down at her watch, the Girl's Vice Principal excused herself. "There will be a faculty meeting in just five minutes. I must go to my office to get some papers to bring to Faculty. Be sure to attend. It's in the library and they serve coffee and donuts."
"Yes, I'll attend," Diane assured her.
The library was packed with faculty members when Diane walked in and took a seat near a back library table and listened for the Principal to call the opening faculty meeting to attention.
"Alright people ... we're here for our first faculty meeting of the year and let's quit talking."
As the Girl's Vice Principal, Beth Taylor stepped to the front of the room with a sheaf of papers in a brief case, the Principal began the meeting.
"We're delighted to welcome all the new members to the Jackson High Faculty. Jackson High is a friendly school, and I'm sure all of you new teachers are finding this out."
To herself, Diane Leslie was thinking Jackson High was extremely friendly. As a matter-of-fact, downright intimate. The unpleasant episode of the horny young stud putting the make on her bothered her. She couldn't seem to brush it from her mind no matter how she tried.
"The young people are here to obtain an education," the Principal droned on, "and dedicated teachers can guide the troubled youth on the highway of life. We must resolve to provide each young student with the opportunity of his or her lifetime to achieve real educational goals. We cannot let down a moment...."
The words of the Principal made very little impact on Diane. But when he said 'cannot let down a moment', she realized she had let her guard down a moment. And in that tragic moment she had learned the hard way how persistent a horny student can become. It bothered her for she knew very well that there was no excuse she could make for her own conduct. The rest of the meeting became a blur. Beth Taylor got up when Principal Bruce Collingswood finished, and she welcomed the new faculty members, suggesting they get acquainted with the old-timers as she called them over hot coffee and doughnuts.
Diane was grateful for the fact there was a break. She wanted to leave the school as quickly as possible. However, Beth Taylor happened to surface at the door as she was about to leave when the faculty meet was over, and she told her she shouldn't run off.
Returning, Beth poured Diane a hot cup of coffee and introduced her to Steve Graham, the History teacher who taught across the hall from her. Steve was a serious type of man, of medium height, with penetrating blue eyes, a somewhat receding hairline, and a friendly smile.
"I'm pleased to meet you," Steve told her. "I guess you are learning a lot about Jackson High in your first day ... r
"Yes," Diane smiled, sipping her coffee, "it's a friendly school."
"Sometimes," Steve laughed, "but you have to be careful."
"Of what?"
"If you really want me to tell you perhaps we should have dinner together tonight. Do you have plans for dinner?"
Before Diane could invent a lie, she told the truth, "No, as a matter-of-fact I don't."
Steve seized this opportunity to become better acquainted swiftly.
"That's just fine," he told her, "we can have dinner and talk about the problems of teaching at dear old Jackson High ... or Fort Jackson as the kids call the place."
Over dinner in a small restaurant with a homey atmosphere that Steve had selected, Diane learned a lot about what was going on at Jackson.
"There are rival gangs," Steve explained, "and when the competition to peddle gets too tough, violence erupts."
"Peddle what?" Diane asked innocently.
"Do I have to tell you?" Steve laughed. "Pot and Snow! Half the kids around Jackson are stoned when they come to school. That's why it's so hard to get anything through their thick skulls."
"That's dreadful," Diane said sadly.
"So is prostitution...."
"Of course prostitution is dreadful," she acknowledged. "But what has that got to do with Jackson High?"
Sipping his martini, Steve didn't hesitate to tell her what the score was. "Prostitution is popular with teenagers," he explained. "Eleven and twelve year old girls hustle. Some men like young meat ... you know spring chicken. "That's awful...."
"Fort Jackson is an awful place," Steve acknowledged, "how the hell did a nice girl like yourself wind up in a place like this?"
"I needed a job," Diane said simply, "and when an opening came at Jackson, I accepted."
"Beginning teachers don't have it easy," Steve acknowledged, "that's why I'm serving time at the Fort. But once you get used to it, it isn't bad ... but you can't let your guard down once."
Steve was saying almost word for word what the Principal had said at the Faculty meeting and every word of it was true. She had foolishly let her guard down and she'd lived to regret it ever since.
"I ... I think I'd better be going home," she told Steve.
"The night is young," Steve smiled, "how about another drink?"
Sighing heavily, and putting it on the line, Diane looked into Steve's blue eyes and asked, "Are you trying to put the make on me?"
"What if I say I am?" he chuckled.
"I'm sorry," Diane apologized, "but I've got a big day ahead of me tomorrow and...."
Steve was looking at her intently, with that horny, hot look a man uses to entice a woman to bed with him.
"Relax," he grinned, "you'll live longer at the Fort if you do. Why don't you spend the night at my place?"
"I couldn't do that," Diane declared emphatically.
"Why not? You're not married and...."
"And what?"
Steve was looking at her now as if he knew something. Something he could use as blackmail to get her to do his bidding. It bothered her so much she had to find out what he knew.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Don't play little Miss Goody Two Shoes with me, Diane. You're an oversexed nympho. At least that's what Rodger Hanson told me!"
The terrifying scene of Rodger coming at her with his huge, throbbing cock all seemed to rise again . before her eyes. She was trembling and fearful now as she realized what all of this was leading up to. The inevitable blackmail ploy for a bedtime romp. How she hated him.
"Certainly you don't believe cheap gossip. Some kid imagines he gets what he wants ... and tries to play the big shot and you listen ... you ... you fool!"
Steve was more certain than ever that the rumor he'd heard from Rodger Hanson was not rumor at all, but fact, founded on truth. The youthful teacher's response indicated to him she was concealing something.
"You're not the first teacher to have sex with a student," Steve laughed in her face, "and you won't be the last!"
Realizing she couldn't hide the fact she'd engaged in sexual relations with a student any longer, she tried to put her best construction on the situation as possible.
"He raped me," she insisted. "I ... I was afraid he'd kill me if I screamed. Oh, Steve ... you don't know what hell I've been through my first day at Fort Jackson."
"Oh, I think I know," the History Teacher replied, "why don't you come over to my apartment and let me console you."
"Yeah," Diane snapped, "and I've got a good hunch what the consolation prize is going to be."
Reaching for her hand, the horny teacher placed it on his bulging crotch under the table.
"Wonder no more," he smiled. "I've got eight inches of solid cockmeat down between my legs just waiting for you ... how about that?"
It was strange what feeling of Steve's throbbing hard cock was doing for her. She was becoming more excited every moment as he massaged her hand back and forth on his cock. When the waitress came by to ask them if they wanted another drink, she was disturbed to see what was happening. Both were oblivious to anything but their own erotic desires and this made it embarrassing when the waitress intoned, "Not in here. The back seat of the car or a bed ... but not under the table in our place!"
"Alright, already," Steve laughed, as Diane slipped her hand from under the table and looked sheepishly away from the waitress.
"We were just leaving," he told her, "so if you don't mind give us the bill so I can slip you a tip!"
When they were in Steve's car driving to his apartment, he gave Diane a word of advice
"Don't ever do anything with another student. You might get by this time because I tried to fix it up with Rodger."
"How?"
"I told him if he spread any more lies like that I'd testify he tried to rape you...."
"What was his response to that?" the nervous teacher asked curiously.
"As a matter-of-fact I was very pleased with his response. He promised me he wouldn't mention it to anybody. And then he gritted his teeth and called me a sonofabitch!"
"What did you do?"
"I told him any more crap talk and I'd send his ass down to the cooler!"
"Where's that?"
"The Boy's Vice Principal's office," he laughed. "Old Harry Wilson would take care of him but good!"
Arriving at his apartment complex, Diane got cold feet and wanted to back out.
"Why don't we just forget it?" she begged. "I ... I mean another night. Saturday night. That's when we both could sleep in ... wouldn't that be better?"
"No way," the History Teacher smiled, "I'm horny tonight."
Steve Graham parked his car in his numbered slot under the apartment house in the subterranean garage.
Heaving a heavy sigh, Diane got out of the car and followed him up to his apartment. She'd had too much to drink, and found it difficult to keep her legs steady as she climbed up the steps to his pad.
"This is it," Steve smiled, opening the door to his apartment.
Steve Graham had a neat bachelor apartment. The green carpeting blended well with the white walls, and forest green sofa. He immediately walked into the bedroom and told Diane to follow him.
"Let's not waste time," he insisted, "we've got to make the most of every minute because it is late. We don't need to waste time with preliminaries."
"You are very bold," Diane stammered.
"You are so right," he laughed, throwing back the bedspread so she could see how hot he was to slip between the sheets with her.
She looked at the pictures of naked women that crowded the walls. There were color close-ups of female breasts, and color shots of female crotches. Some of the girls were prying their pouting pussy-lips apart. All in all it seemed like a disgusting and distasteful display to Diane and she didn't hesitate in telling Steve what she thought about his decorating tastes.
"I don't think it's decent to have photos like that on the wall," she declared.
"That is where you and I differ," he smiled, "I teach History and I found the Roman Orgy period the most fascinating. Those Romans knew how to fuck."
"I'm not an orgy girl," Diane said self-righteously. "I'm afraid you'll have to find another kind of woman who can appreciate your perverted sexual tastes."
Steve didn't appreciate her belittling comments.
"Look, Teach," he smirked, "you molested a young boy today. So just keep it cool. I know Rodger Hanson fucked you silly. Now get your ass on my bed so I can show you the difference between how a boy fucks and how a man fucks!"
Reluctantly, Diane began stripping. She felt grim hearing him tell her the terrifying truth about her own sexual behavior. It was true, she was indeed a molester. And this ugly truth brought tears to her eyes as she slipped out of her dress. When she hesitated a moment to remove her half-cup brassiere and sheer pink panties, Steve became outraged.
"Don't put on the 'virgin act' for me ... just get your fucking clothes off so I can screw you...."
"You don't have to be so crude," she complained.
"You don't have to be so fucking slow," Steve barked, as he began quickly undressing so he could join her naked on the bed.
She looked at him anxiously, wondering how much he would expect of her. At first she had actually liked Steve. He seemed like such an educated, kind man. But it didn't take Diane Leslie long to discover he was also a cunning man who would stop at nothing to satisfy his carnal lusts.
Slowly she reached behind to unfasten the hook on her brassiere. Steve's eyes opened wide when he saw the huge bosoms jut out. He licked his lips in anticipation as he tossed his shirt on a nearby chair and began unfastening the-belt on his pants.
Coming over to her when she stopped, he tugged on the elastic waist band of her panties, reached down and let his fingers tickle the curly, pubic hair he found down there around her pubic vee.
"You ... you loathsome blackmailer," Diane sobbed, as her misty eyes, clouding up again told Steve just how much she hated him.
"Beautiful," Steve smiled, "I always enjoy fucking a woman who hates me. It's such a challenge. Before I'm through with you, Diane, you'll be begging me for it."
"That'll be the day," Diane shook her head, as Steve pulled her panties down around her ankles, and she stepped bare naked out of them.
Stepping back, Steve Graham took her all in. What a pair of tits. What a gorgeous, round ass. She had it all. And he could hardly wait to give her his cock.
CHAPTER FOUR
The delectable view of her ass-cheeks caused Steve's cock to harden and lengthen. Steve got out of his pants swiftly, pulling down his shorts, permitting his huge, throbbing cock to come into view. Every time he looked at Diane's up-tilted bosoms he felt that tingling sensation in his balls goading him on.
"Get on the bed," he ordered her, "and you'll get sucked and fucked like nobody has ever done you before."
The blonde teacher got on the bed and lay there, wondering what he would expect next. It didn't take long for her to find out. Steve came over to the bed, straddled her, and brushed his round buttocks over her tits, as he prepared to force his throbbing cock into her mouth.
"No no, please don't make me do that," Diane begged off.
"Don't play innocent with me," the teacher told her angrily, "you sucked that kid's cock ... you can suck mine too!"
At last Diane understood what a nightmare she'd gotten herself into when she took that one wrong step in her classroom and had sex with a student. Steve Graham knew. He would blackmail her if she defied him. She knew that for sure.
Reaching to the side, Steve propped her head up on a pillow and proceeded to sweep the bloated head of his shaft back and forth across her lips.
"Open your mouth," he demanded, "and suck on my prick!"
Slowly, Diane's mouth opened. Steve smiled as he eased the huge head of his throbbing cock in her mouth.
"Suck on it," he demanded.
Her lips fastened firmly on his throbbing cock and she slowly sucked in time to his rhythmic cockstabs. He shoved the huge head of his searing cock down her throat so deeply that she choked and gasped, unable to breathe at first. Sliding it out, he enjoyed seeing its saliva slickened surface sliding back and forth in a regular rhythm.
With a grunting smirk, Steve rocked his heavy loins forward, sticking the huge cock deeply into the warm, liquid depths of her throat. He could tell she was enjoying it for her face was contorted with feverish passion and the veins in her neck stood out like thick, pulsing cords.
"Suck ... suck my cock," he demanded.
Steve's lust-bloated balls swung lewdly against her lips as he thrust smoothly in and out of her mouth, filling her up with his throbbing cock.
His buttocks clenched involuntarily and his hips thrust forward, sinking his blistering cock fervently down into the clasping wetness of her throat.
Diane sucked his blazing cock with such unswerving alacrity that her cheeks caved in and a warm, grateful sound growled deep in her throat. All at once he pulled his penis from her lips to tease and tantalize her.
She looked up at him, licking her lips over and over, her nostrils flaring widely as she stared hard at the burgeoning cock before her limpid eyes.
"You like to suck cock?" Steve asked Diane bluntly.
She nodded, and he smiled, "Alright, but you've got to promise me you'll not only suck on my prick, but you'll swallow it as well!"
"I promise," Diane told him, her blue eyes looking seriously up at him. Steve grasped her head, and slowly pushed forward.
Diane ovaled her lips, moistening them with a swipe of her pink tongue tip, and then her lips slipped over the bulbous head of Steve's thick cock like a tight latex condom, first easing back the rubbery flesh of his foreskin.
Steve's buttocks dug progressively deeper into the teacher's throat. He wanted her hot hands on his buttocks and he didn't hesitate to tell her so. "Diane, grab my ass ... play with it!"
Reaching up, Diane gripped Steve's firm round asscheeks. She massaged and caressed them as he fucked her face.
Her throat gripped his meaty erection like a strong fist draped in soft velvet. Steve looked down at her lewdly bobbing head. The glistening wetness of his blood-engorged penis slid easily in and out of her mouth, moistly lubricated with her warm saliva. Her lips clung to the thick heaviness of his cock as he pumped it smoothly in and out of her hot and willing mouth.
At the same time her hot hands searched his asscheeks. He enjoyed this immensely, but felt he should tell her how he would appreciate her utilizing her fingers.
"Part my ass-crack," Steve smiled, "and finger my asshole while I fuck your face!"
She kept her lips faithfully fastened on his slick shaft, as her hands groped at his behind. Parting his ass-crack, she eased her index finger up hi tight anus. Sliding it slowly in and out of his asshole, she could tell it was turning him on by the accelerated tempo of his cockstabs down her throat.
His deep thrusts almost made her choke. He was about to climax. She could taste him and this got him aroused. He liked the way her tongue-tip dipped into the small slit at the head of his cock.
Like a praying mantis, Diane's mouth engulfed her lover's cock. She pulled her finger gently from his asshole, and squeezed one ass cheek with one hand, and massaged and fondled his lust-swollen balls with the other. The gnawing fury of his sexual ardor had her completely aroused.
"Suck ... suck my prick," he panted, "that's how you do it! Suck ... suck my cock off!"
Her lips fastened firmly on Steve's pistoning penis as he shot her his thick, spurting load of semen.
"Ohhh, ahhhh, suck ... suck ... suck it off," her begged frantically, as his hot white cum surged down her throat.
Diane didn't take her hand from his balls. She felt them tremble, as he unloaded his thick, spurting cum in her mouth. She swallowed, just as Steve had insisted. The salty taste of his cum didn't bother her. If anything, she enjoyed the intimate taste of him.
His heart thundered in sexual arrythmia, as he eased his bulbous cock head from her willing mouth.
Swinging his body around, Steve went down on her. He let his tongue slip along her hair fringed fissure. Diane whimpered in erotic response, as Steve's fingertips gently parted her pouting pussy lips. His tongue surged forward, and with a lewd, sucking and licking he tongue-fucked her moist pink pussy.
His face was buried in her crotch, his tongue gently licking, probing, exploring her wanton womanhood. Diane's nakedly splayed legs responded to his lewd lovemaking. She was writhing and twisting as Steve held her round ass-cheeks, so he could keep sucking on her.
At the same time her hands seized his ass-cheeks. She squeezed his buttocks tightly, caressing them. Finally she parted Steve's firm round muscular buttocks, slipping a finger to his tight, puckered up asshole.
As she inserted her index finger in his asshole, giving him an erotic prostate massage, she observed his balls lewdly swinging between his legs, and saw his flaccid cock springing back to life. Apparently, the prostate massage, combined with eating her snatch was giving him another hard-on.
Steve, kept his tongue surging inside her cunt. And at the same time, he gripped her cheeky buttocks, squeezing them sadistically as he sucked voraciously on her cunt.
Diane's body trembled in wanton lust as they continued their wild love-making. There was no act too depraved, no desire too absurd for him not td respond to. She enjoyed the passionate display of intense lovemaking, and her ass wiggled as he squeezed her buttocks.
As Steve continued tongue-fucking her cunt, his eyes were fascinated by her ass-crack. He could imagine how much erotic pleasure he could find slipping his hugeness up her asshole. The lascivious spread legs, the smooth round buttocks, the taste of her cunt all had him so excited he was shaking.
It pleased Diane so much to have him savagely sucking on her cunt, she whimpered, and twisted in agonizing desire. She was anxious to come in his mouth. She wanted to experience the lewd sensation of juicing and having him sucking her.
Clasping her ass-cheeks, Steve momentarily whipped his tongue from her twat, and let his tongue slip along her ass-crack. This pleased and ignited her. She felt his tongue sliding to the tight, puckered anus-ring.
And then he let his tongue lave her ass-cheeks, and finally slip back into her cuntal wheet, while his index finger invaded her asshole.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yessss, yesssssss," she begged anxiously.
Steve's lips clung to her pouting pussy lips as she gushed. Writhing, twisting, juicing, she grasped his buttocks before her and squeezed them as the sensational thrills of cuming had her completely turned on.
"Suck ... suck me," she begged her wanton lover. The ravenous passion that possessed Steve to eat her pussy, propelled his tongue into rapid-fire licking movements in her juicing vagina. At the same time, his hands clung to her ass-cheeks. His huge cock throbbed with desire. He knew what he wanted. Having finished bringing her to a scorching, juicy climax, he wanted to feel his huge cock slipping up her tight asshole. He knew she'd probably never been fucked like that before. The idea of getting a virgin ass aroused him tremendously. When he pulled his tongue from her pouting pussy lips, he rolled over, and licked his lips, telling her how delicious she tasted. He instantly seized her, wrapped her in his arms, and Frenched her. She sucked on his stabbing tongue, clinging to it with erotic frenzy.
The time bomb of his passions were ticking away within him. When he pulled his mouth from hers, he told her what he had in mind.
"There's one way to make it that drives me out of my mind," he smiled eagerly, "I ... I hope you won't object if I sodomize you!"
A look of fear and terror crossed Diane's face as she looked nervously up at him. She shook her head, and told him flatly no. But Steve wouldn't take no for an answer.
"You'd enjoy it that way," he insisted, "You could learn another way of making it...."
"I don't want to learn," the young teacher declared, "that is sick! Romans practiced sodomy at their orgies. No wonder you say you like that part of history best!"
Steve shook his head. "You're living in the past. They're showing sodomy in the movies. 'Deep Throat' shows ass-fucking. So did 'Swept Away'. This rough guy has this dame on an island. And he slips it up her asshole ... right there on the screen ... and it wasn't a porno flick either!"
"It should have been," Diane declared, "Nobody is sliding his prick up my asshole."
"Alright, let me tongue-fuck your asshole," Steve suggested as a compromise.
"You've got to be sick to think of such a thing," she stammered.
"Just get on your hands and knees in the middle of the bed," Steve begged Diane. Diane gave him an angry glance as she complied with his rather strange request.
Once she was on her hands and knees, Steve insisted she bend over so only her upturned ass-cheeks would be visible to him. She complied, bending over as far as she could. He got behind her, and clasped her round ass-cheeks firmly. His hot tongue slid along her asscrack.
"Tongue fuck me," she finally begged him as the erotic sensation of Steve's slippery tongue sliding along her asshole got her excited. Parting her asscheeks farther, Steve buried his head in her ass, and sucked on her asshole. Glancing over to the mirror above the dresser, Diane watched. To her complete surprise, she enjoyed the sensation of his tongue plunging up her rubbery tight asshole. She enjoyed the lewd suck sounds he made with his mouth.
When Steve had succeeded in getting her ready for his cock to ride up her behind, he withdrew his tongue, promplty parted her lush ass-cheeks, and spit into his hand. Using his spittle to slicken his cock, he then proceeded to enter her from behind.
Having become so aroused by his tongue invading her asshole, she enjoyed the excitement of his throbbing cock slipping along her ass-crack. Yet, there was a fear she felt deep within her of his hugeness tearing her as he surged past her tight anal opening.
Grasping her fleshy ass-cheeks, Steve pumped hard. His throbbing cock tip stabbed forward, sliding to her tight anal opening. He could feel her quivering body underneath him, and felt only fear at this point.
"Take it easy," she begged.
But the valley of her asshole was too tempting for Steve to stop now. He rode forward. Savagely driving into the hot rubbery depths of her elastically yielding asshole, he bent over and began humping her from behind in earnest.
When Diane felt the first hard stab up her ass, she thought she was coming apart at the seams for sure. She wondered how much of this wild cock-stabbing she could stand.
"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck me," she finally blurted, as the pain gave way to a strange, but fabulous kind of erotic pleasure. Suddenly she enjoyed having Steve pumping his throbbing cock up her hot, tight asshole. Once she'd been stretched, the pain vanished, and pleasure surfaced. And this was the way Steve hoped she'd respond.
His firm hands clasped her fleshy ass-cheeks. He pumped steadily up her tight rectum, developing a rhythm as he did so. He could ride it up her ass farther if she'd bend over some more and he didn't hesitate to tell her to do so.
"Bend, Diane ... all the way over! I can get it up your asshole farther if you'll do that!"
Diane bent over. His throbbing cock plunged farther up her rectum. She felt his heavy, leathery balls slap against the nether cheeks of her ass, as his pistoning penis developed a steady rocking rhythm.
"How do you like it now ... when I fuck it higher up your asshole?" he asked eagerly.
"Ohhhh, ahhh, yess ... yesssss ... it feels soooo goooood!" she gasped in erotic frenzy, as she felt his throbbing cock inching higher up her behind than she ever imagined anybody could ever get.
It pleased Steve to hear her respond to him like this. He was not ashamed of any sexual act he wanted to perform. Her excruciatingly stretched asshole had accommodated his huge, throbbing cock. And as he grasped her firm chunks of resilient dough in his hands he couldn't help but marvel at what a fabulous fuck she was.
"Fuck, fuck," he gasped, as he hammered up her. Tiny rivulets of sweat rolled down his body, as he rammed it home.
Bending over he gripped her bosoms, clinging to them tightly, teasing the distended nipples by pinching them in his fingertips.
She rocked her ass back and forth as he plunged into her. He kept pumping his man-meat into the rubbery hot depths of her greedily spasming rectum.
"Ohhh, Steve ... I love it! I love it! Fuck me ... fuck me," she begged frantically. "I want it ... every fucking inch! Up my ass!"
Lewdly, his sweaty, swollen balls slapped against her bare bottom as he plunged all the way up her asshole.
Releasing his grip on her tits, he would pull up and massage her round, firm buttocks. He liked to grip her ass-cheeks in his hands, squeezing them tightly, and then releasing them just to see the resilient flesh respond to his passionate grasp.
"Twist your tail for me," he told her. "Grind your hips!"
She swung her hips around, developing her own rhythm, as he continued driving up her asshole without mercy.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes ... yessss ... fuck me ... fuck me," she begged frantically.
They were both covered with a misty sheen of perspiration now as they neared climax. Steve's balls lewdly slapped against her clenched ass-cheeks, as he'd stab his cock all the way up her asshole. He loved the way her buttocks flared out, as she'd ride up to match his rhythm. This was the kind of erotic excitement that got him going.
"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck off!" he groaned, as he frantically fucked up her asshole. His hot white cum flashed up her butt, as her tail writhed and twisted, grabbing his cock and milking him.
"Ohhh, ahhhh, yess ... yess, keep your hot ass moving," he begged, as Diane finished milking his prick in her ass for him.
Slowly, he eased his penis from her tight asshole. Some of his cum dripped on her buttocks. He wiped it off her behind, and lay back oh the bed. The blonde teacher collapsed beside him, throwing one leg wantonly over his.
"What a wild man you are," she smiled at him.
"You're not very tame yourself," he chided her.
They clasped each other, and began kissing. She sucked on his lower lip, her hands clawing at his back, reaching down to grip his round, firm ass cheeks, and squeeze them.
"We've got a pretty swinging faculty," Steve warned Diane, "you've got to watch your step."
"You should talk," she laughed.
"I'm serious," Steve tried to tell her. "A knockout like you are, Diane, could cause faculty strain if you know what I mean."
"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean," she told him.
"Well, I'll tell you then," he explained. "Sometimes the faculty has a little party. A friendly get together at one faculty member's home. It can get pretty sticky."
"I'll remember that," Diane promised him. "But I should think that is the type of thing you would like. After all, you said you liked the Roman Orgy scene."
"Yes, I like orgies," he admitted. "It's great to have two women. One eating my ass out, the other sucking on my prick while I eat her cunt. That is what I call having a good time."
"Then what's your complaint?"
"I see trouble ahead for you," he shook his head gravely. "The Principal is a lecherous old fool who tries to put the make on every single female on the faculty. His wife is frigid, or so he whimpers to every woman who'll listen, and then he beds down with them."
Suddenly the picture was in focus ... all too clearly for comfort.
"Oh, no," Diane shook her head. "I hope my ability as a teacher isn't going to be judged on a sex scale operated by Principal Collingswood."
"It's happened before," Steve acknowledged, "and I don't want him getting jealous of me ... so around the school, we'd better play it cool."
"How disgusting," she snapped. "I guess everybody has some axe to grind."
"Don't you mean ... ass to grind?" Steve laughed, slapping her round buttocks playfully.
CHAPTER FIVE
When Diane Leslie went to school the following morning she couldn't help feeling a certain kind of fear. What had happened to her wasn't pleasant and she knew very well that Rodger Hanson had probably told other students about his sexual escapade with her. This fear hung over her like a dark cloud. The day seemed to rush by ... that is, until the very last class period of the day. Rodger came in the classroom late. He smirked at the young teacher when she reprimanded him.
When the class bell rang and the school day was over, Rodger voluntarily stayed behind. This made her feel tense and awkward. It was the last thing she wanted to contend with.
Now that there were just the two of them in the classroom he got to his feet and walked toward her in an almost threatening manner.
"Aren't you going to keep me after school?" he smiled, a sense of smug satisfaction playing about his lips.
"No way," she told him. "I'm not going through another rape episode with you again ... now beat it!" Rodger burst out laughing.
"That's just it, Teach," he chuckled. "I'm tired of beating it! I want to fuck it!"
"You heard me ... get out," she snapped.
With a menacing look surfacing in his eyes, he didn't hesitate to tell her what the score was.
"You molested me and you know damned well that's the fucking truth, Teach. So don't get difficult!"
By this time, Diane Leslie was so tense and nervous she could hardly find words to answer the young student who stood before her. She knew she'd have to use some strategy to get him off her back and quickly. If the Girl's Vice Principal should suddenly enter the room, she would be in a very awkward position and she knew it all too well.
Calculating on his innate selfishness, she used some strategy to put him off. Now was not the time for an angry confrontation.
"We both will get in trouble if anything happens in this classroom again," she told him. "They'd fire me and you would probably wind up in Juvenile Hall."
Putting it so bluntly was hitting the entire matter with bull's eye accuracy and she knew it. Wheels were moving in Rodger's mind as he contemplated what she had told him.
"Maybe you are right," he admitted. "I guess a person can't be too careful. Where can we make it again ... in the back seat of my car maybe?"
The thought of carrying on with the horny teenage stud in the backseat of his car almost made Diane ill. Shaking her head, she told him, "Thanks, Rodger ... but no thanks. Maybe you could come to my place so I could help you with your homework."
Rodger's eyes lit up as he contemplated making it with the teacher at her place. "Not a bad idea ... not bad at all!"
He didn't know for sure whether or not she was married. So he had figured it might have to be a backseat car fuck. But the thought of having the beautiful blonde teacher all alone in her apartment sent his mind spinning, and started his balls itching.
"When?" he asked if he could hardly wait.
Hoping she could cut short the conversation as quickly as possible, she didn't hesitate to tell him, "phone me tonight!"
Tearing off a small piece of paper, she promptly gave him her phone number. "Call me about 7 ... okay?"
The young, horny boy nodded. "You bet your sweet ass I'll phone you at seven ... make sure you are there
... alone!"
He tucked the small piece of paper with the teacher's phone number in his pants and left her alone. Rodger had walked out of the room just in time too, as Beth Taylor, the Girl's Vice Principal walked in.
Unfortunately, she had just seen Rodger walking out of the classroom. She knew he must have been kept after school hours as the final class bell had rung fifteen minutes ago.
"I suppose you are having your problems with that one," she shook her head as she looked toward the back door of the classroom where Rodger had departed just moments ago.
Not quite sure she meant Rodger, Diane asked, "What was that?"
"Rodger Hanson," Beth Taylor shrugged, "a very difficult student to deal with. He has the bad habit of reaching over and groping the girls."
"Oh, yes ... he can be a problem."
"One time he even tried to put the make on a teacher," Beth Taylor revealed, "we suspended him from school for one week because of it. It's awful the way some of these young people carry on these days!"
"Yes, yes it is," Diane agreed.
"I'd like to have you give a lecture on how to cope with pregnancy in the classroom," Beth Taylor began. "We had forty pregnancies only last year and we had to learn to cope. We used to throw the girls out but we stopped doing that. Mothers need education too ... and then there is the matter of financing."
"Financing?"
"Yes, of course," Beth continued sanctimoniously. "The state pays so much to the school district for each day the student is in the classroom. The pregnant high school girl situation was cutting into our funding. After all it takes nine months and that devours almost an entire school year. If pregnancy only required four months, it wouldn't be such a terrible loss."
"Wrong," Diane smiled, "they'd probably get pregnant three times and that would take one year."
"We must always hold high standards up for the students," Beth said seriously. "What they see on television doesn't help us. It's a steady diet of sex and violence. If they aren't killing they're having sex. There must be something else people can do besides kill and screw, if you'll pardon my French."
Just then Steve Graham stepped in the door and Diane's face flushed. Beth Taylor knew the score. Steve Graham was always making a play for the attractive single teachers. She chided him about it as he entered the classroom. "Oh, Mr. Graham ... have you discovered our new talent, Diane Leslie? Perhaps I should introduce you two ... Diane ... meet Steve, the faculty stud!"
"What a gross thing for you to say," Steve snapped angrily. "I just wondered who was in the classroom across from me. I don't want you giving Diane the wrong impression about me."
"You mean you don't want Diane to know the truth about you. Well, don't just stand there with your tongue hanging out ... come over and meet Miss Leslie and let me warn you Diane ... Steve can be mighty persuasive."
Saying no more, the Girl's Vice Principal turned and walked out of the classroom. Steve smiled, trying to laugh off the introduction Beth Taylor had given him.
"What an absurd old busybody," he laughed. "She should be boxed up and shipped back to the Board of Education. Always trying to snoop ... and full of miserable lies."
"She pegged you right, Steve," Diane told him honestly. "It is obvious to me that you are a horny stud with one thought in mind!"
"All I wanted to do was mention dinner ... I mean ... you know it's no fun eating alone."
"I ... I have work I must do tonight. I'm having dinner by myself at home. Ask me another time!"
"Alright," Steve smiled, "maybe we can get together Saturday night. We could sleep in Sunday morning."
Diane breathed a sigh of relief when he was gone. Hastily gathering her things together she left the classroom and went down to the main office to check out. Just as she was placing her classroom keys in her inter-office mail box, Principal Bruce Collingswood stepped out of his office.
"Oh, Miss Leslie," he smiled. "I was meaning to speak to you about how things are going with you. Why don't you step into my office for a moment?"
The secretary, Virginia Pearson smiled knowingly as Diane turned to give her a fleeting glance, and then walked down the hallway leading to the Principal's office. As she sat before him, she could see he was giving her the once over and it made her feel nervous ... after all Steve had told her about him and his sexual requirements.
"How's everything going?" he smiled, looking directly at her bosoms.
"Not bad," she told him. "I'm just trying to get acquainted with the students, and gear my assignments to their needs and abilities."
"A very professional answer," the Principal grinned, "right out of the rule book. You don't have to be so formal with me, Diane. Tell me, are the kids giving you a tough time?"
"How do you mean, Mr. Collingswood?"
"Call me Bruce," he smiled, adjusting his toupee.
"What is it, Bruce? What do you want to know?"
When the Principal heard her address him in such a friendly manner, he instantly could see the many sexual possibilities that might exist for them both if she was willing. His wife was going on a vacation the next week and he began imagining what it would be like to take Diane to dinner.
"You are a very attractive young lady," the Principal smiled, "and I hoped that the students wouldn't become difficult. I mean we have some young men at this school who have not learned how to control man's basic sexual instincts. I suppose Beth Taylor has told you about our Pregnancy Scoreboard. And...." He hesitated, almost ashamed to continue.
"Yes," she admitted. "She mentioned you had about forty pregnancies last year!"
"We're a very virile school," he smiled, "and we'd like to pass out condoms like candy. But you know how many parents would object to that. We do have Sex Education class that is a graduation requirement. We give it in the twelfth grade. We should give it in the seventh grade!"
"That's wonderful that you are doing something to help the young people understand their sexual selves," Diane said in a purely professional way.
"Sex," Bruce smiled, shaking his head, "it's what makes the world go around and who can say what is right and what is wrong!"
Diane didn't know how he intended this and she said nothing. But Bruce hastily let her know what he had in mind.
"Take my wife Norma, for example," he told her, "she never had a good sexual education. She thinks the only way a couple can make it without invoking the wrath of God is the 'missionary' position!"
"The what?" Diane asked, not quite sure she understood what he was talking about.
"The missionary position," he explained, "with the husband on top, and the wife on the bottom. Now that's one for the Female Libbers to hit and hit hard! Doesn't it stand to reason that a wife ought to try it on top once in a while. Some women claim they get further penetration from the "on top" position, you know!"
"I ... I didn't know that," Diane Leslie smiled nervously. Principal Collingswood's eyes were focused on her thighs and it made her nervous. She felt certain he was mentally undressing her and she didn't like that for an instant.
"One time when I suggested a "sixty-nine" to Norma, she said lightning would probably strike if we tried it. That's how absurd she is. Who ever heard of lightning striking just because a couple sixty nine? Why if that was the way lightning worked, Hollywood would be under constant lightning attack!"
"What is sixty nine?" Diane asked, not quite sure of what he was talking about.
Bruce Collingswood hoped she'd asked him that question. That was one question he always liked to answer.
"The sixty nine position is as old as time," he declared, "replicas of this erotic position can be found on the walls of the ancient buildings in old Pompeii. I'm sure some of the Pompeiians were so busy doing the 'sixty-nine' they didn't even know what hit them when the mountain erupted them and buried them in hot lava."
"You still haven't answered my question," Diane informed him politely. The Principal smiled. He was pleased he hadn't answered. That permitted him to stay on the topic longer, and it titillated his senses to discuss such intimate sexual details with such a stunning blonde beauty.
"That's right, I haven't. Well, this position takes place when a naked man straddles a naked woman in such a way that his sexual organs, his penis and testicles are pointing at her lips ... while his mouth is over the female sexual organs ... her vagina, etc."
"I see...."
"I'll show you," the Principal smiled, opening a desk drawer and pulling out some small photographs, that he carried over to her.
"I found these pictures last year on one of the kids here. Somebody gave them to him Rodger said."
"Rodger?"
"Rodger Hanson, yes ... do you know him?"
"He's in my last class of the day," she smiled nervously, "he can be difficult."
"Rodger Hanson is impossible," the Principal declared, showing her the obscene photo collection he'd taken from him. "A real sex machine. His brother pushes pot, and Rodger bought himself a car selling this series of photos ... before we caught him."
"That's awful," she declared, looking at the colorful shots of people having sex together.
The bright color photographs showed another couple standing beside a bed. The woman had a garter belt and stockings on her legs. She was throwing her legs around her lover who was pumping his thick, rigid penis into her. Their faces were frozen in a look of passion.
Another color shot showed a couple stretched out on the bed. They were lying on their sides. The girl's brown hair was flung about her shoulders, reaching down to her full, sensuous bosoms, with their large red nipples. The man behind her was inserting his throbbing penis into her vagina, as she threw a leg up in the air.
"He's doing it to her that way so he can obtain better penetration," Bruce Collingswood explained.
The next shot showed a man sitting in a chair, and a girl kneeling between his naked splayed legs. The girl's mouth was over the bulbous head of his huge cock.
"That is revolting," Diane Leslie shuddered, thinking this was the correct response if she was to keep the Principal from thinking she craved sex with him.
"Yes ... yes, by western standards it might be revolting," the Principal acknowledged sadly, "but the Eastern people see it as a form of religious dedication. They worship the sex organs you know."
"I didn't know...."
"You should read the Kama Sutra," he smiled proudly, "it details how best to give a man a superior blow-job. I swear the girls in Vegas use it as a cocksucking primer."
"Is that right?"
And then he showed her a most unusual pose. A girl was bending over the edge of the bed, her fleshy asscheeks parted. The man mounting her from behind was slowly inserting his huge, long penis.
"This is the vile act of sodomy," the Principal declared, shaking his head. "The ancient Romans and Greeks practiced this custom."
"How revolting...." Diane shook her head.
"That's what Norma says when I try it on her," the Principal laughed. "You see, just as beauty is in the eye of the beholder-so what is revolting sexually is in the eye of the doer. I was just a young man when I visited Vegas, and a marvelous showgirl who doubled as a hooker introduced me to sex, if you know what I mean...."
"I'm sorry, but I must be going," Diane said, recognizing he was getting a hard-on. She could see his crotch bulging, and the outline of his huge penis pressing against his pants as he talked about sex.
"I suppose I am slightly warped," the Principal admitted picking up the photographs, and taking them back to his top desk drawer. "But I will say this ... there are certain women who enjoy unique sexual experiences."
At that point, silence reigned. Diane was afraid to utter one word. She recognized all too well that it would be impossible to utter any comment on the erotic photographs without inflaming his passion.
"These kids may be ahead of us in some ways," the Principal stated seriously, "they can accept sex as a natural function of life. They aren't weighed down with a glut of guilt the way you and I are."
"I suppose that's true," Diane agreed. Once again, the Principal saw hope flare before his eyes. Maybe she was turning-on with the idea. Maybe the pictures had aroused her secret, hidden sexual passions. This was his fervent prayer anyway.
"If I was one of those wicked kids," he chuckled, "I'd suggest we sixty nine and think no more of it than asking you to a movie."
Bruce Collingswood had gone full circle. He had begun his conversation in a very impersonal way. He had worked around to showing the pictures to arouse and titillate her erotic imagination, and had managed to come around to a "suppose we had sixty nine sex together!", and she knew she had to cut it off and quickly.
"If we were kids today ... I suppose we could do anything and think nothing of it. But we belong to another generation, Bruce. Sex meant something in our day. It had validity, it had spirituality, it had...."
"Oh, Diane," he finally mumbled, once again getting out from behind his desk, and sitting near her on the edge of his desk, "if we could only pretend ... I mean...."
"I know what you mean," she smiled understandingly, "but I have a boyfriend and he wouldn't understand."
"Maybe not," he admitted, "but you can't blame an old man for trying, can you?"
"No ... no, I can't!"
"If it wasn't surrounding me all the time it wouldn't bother me so," the Principal explained, "young, beautiful girls with magnificient bodies, gorgeous breasts, ripe ... full and ready to be sucked ... they come at me and beg. They even strip for me ... when I must follow my duty and discipline them ... I am tempted! But I never give in!"
"I ... I'm sure it isn't easy sometimes," Diane admitted, silently reflecting about the fact she had already given in and she'd only been a teacher at Jackson High for a couple of days.
There was an awkward silence now. A silence so thick you could cut it.
"I've got to go now," Diane told him. "Take care!"
She got to her feet and walked away, turning to look back at the door.
"Thanks for talking to me about my problems," the Principal smiled.
"I understand," Diane assured him, as she walked from his office and down the hall.
She went back up to her classroom to get some papers she'd forgotten. The young janitor was cleaning up the room, and he complimented her on the way everything looked.
"I've really got to hand it to you," he said, "the bulletin boards in here look real good."
"Why, thank you," she smiled. It was refreshing to have someone say something nice without expecting her to go to bed with him she thought. All the other men at the school had been on the make for her body if they took time to talk to her.
"You're new here, aren't you?" the janitor asked.
"Yes, I am," she told him. She couldn't help wonder why he asked her that.
"Fort Jackson is a tough school to start teaching in," he admitted candidly. "You can't be too carefull."
"Careful?" she asked, not sure of what he meant.
"Yes," he said knowingly, "real careful! The last lady who taught in this classroom got shoved out the window when three young devils tried to rape her!"
"How awful," Diane grimaced.
"That won't happen again," the janitor smiled.
"The rape ... you mean that won't happen again?"
"No," he shook his head, "Rape is inevitable. But we have protective bars outside the window so the kids can't throw the teacher out the window."
"That's nice to know," Diane shuddered. "I guess I must be on guard knowing they can rape me, but the window-guards will save me from being thrown down to the first floor."
"School teaching isn't easy anymore," the janitor said gravely, "kids see violence all around them ... and they try some violence on their own."
Thanking him, she left the classroom and went downstairs, and out of the school, and over to the parking lot where her car was parked.
CHAPTER SIX
All the way home that evening, Diane Leslie was worried. In a very short span of time she had attracted a young student, the Principal and the History Professor, Steve Graham.
It bothered her to think she was pulling men in like a magnet and she couldn't understand why. Maybe she was subconsciously seeking such attention. Certainly, it couldn't be completely the fault of the various men who were coming after her. She parked her car carefully. It already had enough dents in the fenders. Going up to her apartment, she went to her bedroom and almost threw herself down on the bed to get some rest. She couldn't continue at a pace like this and she knew it. It was killing.
When the phone rang at seven, she awoke with a start. It was already dark outside. She recognized the voice the moment she said, "Hello."
"Hi, Teach ... this is Rodger," the young boy's voice began. "When can I come over to your place?"
"Rodger," she tried to explain to him, "I wanted to talk to you about that. I really think it is a better idea if we don't see each other for a little while ... I mean I'm so busy with correcting papers!"
"I'm dying to see you," the boy insisted, "please ... listen to me! I need you desperately."
"What did you do before you met me?" the teacher asked the student.
"You really want to know?" he asked her.
"Yes, of course, I do!"
"Alright, I used to beat my meat. But now that I've had sex with you I don't want to do that anymore."
"Well, I'm glad you noticed an improvement," the teacher told the young horny stud, wondering if he was trying to give her a subtle dig.
"I won't bother you around the school ... that is if you let me come over tonight. I'm so horny for you Teach, I'm almost cuming in my jeans."
"And if I say no, Rodger ... what then?"
Rodger hesitated a moment before he replied. Finally he made it clear to Diane Leslie what he had in mind.
"If you won't help me out, maybe I should let the Principal of Fort Jackson know what a good piece of ass you are...."
"You wouldn't try to blackmail me, would you?" the teacher said evenly.
Again, there was a hesitation.
Finally, he told her, "not unless I have to, if you know what I mean!"
"I'm afraid I do," she replied, getting angrier every moment as she thought about it. "Alright, Johnny, come over ... I'll give you the address."
It was a painful thing for Diane to do. But at this point, she felt trapped in her own lust. Once she'd given the young boy her apartment number and street and address, he hung up. It was apparent he didn't plan on wasting any time at all.
About an hour later, Rodger showed up at her front door. She went to the door with an awful feeling of guilt hanging over her like a black cloud. Opening it just a crack to make sure of who it was, she instantly saw Rodger's hot eyes on her. "Hi, Teach," he grinned.
She opened the door and he came in quickly. "Hey, you've got a nice cool place here," he smiled. "Yes, you've got it made!"
"Would you like a coke?" she asked him.
"Yeah, and spike it with something," he smiled.
"You're too young to drink, Rodger," the teacher told him. The young boy threw his head back and laughed. "If I can eat your pussy, I guess I'm old enough to drink some booze...."
Nervously, the teacher added some rum to the student's coke. If she talked anymore about what he was old enough to do, he might produce pot and insist she smoke some, or maybe even worse. She liked white Christmasses, but she didn't go for snow, the clean name kids use for heroin.
Actually, Diane felt she needed a drink herself. Perhaps it would relax her. She was so tense now, she was almost shaking. Rodger picked up on her nervousness.
"What makes you so uptight, tonight?"
Handing him the rum and coke, she forced a smile to surface on her face and tried to laugh off his suggestion she was nervous.
"I'm not nervous," she smiled, "but I don't want you to think of me as a molester. It's a delicate tightrope I'm walking when I have sex with you."
Sipping his drink slowly, the horny young boy asked the teacher what she meant.
"Alright, I'll explain it this way," he told her, "If I didn't use some force and threaten you I'd never forget to fuck you ... right!"
"That's right," the teacher replied, "but as far as society is concerned whatever you do, unless you physically abuse me, you know ... hurt me ... I'm taking advantage of you."
Rodger smiled, as he got to his feet came over and sat down on the sofa beside her. "You're not fooling me any," he laughed, "you wanted me to fuck you. You needed it bad!"
"Everybody needs sex bad," the teacher told the young student, "but what would happen if people never excercised any self-control!"
"Just this," he smiled, reaching down to his pants, and unzipping his fly. Reaching inside his pants and shorts, he pulled out his huge, throbbing cock. "Play with it!"
Her hand gripped is long, hard penis, and she slowly began stroking him. It was quite apparent to Rodger now she did want him and this pleased him no end. He had difficulty getting some girls to go along with his lusty sexual appetites and it pleased him Diane's sexual urges matched his in intensity.
"Jack it good," he begged her.
Grasping his thick, throbbing cock around the mainstem, she slowly pulled up and down on his cock. He thrilled to her firm hand grip, and was stimulated by the rhythm she developed.
"Pull my balls out too," he asked the teacher.
Using her free hand, Diane groped inside Rodger's shorts and eased his lust-bloated balls outside his pants.
"Massage my nuts while you jerk me off," he begged, as he lay back now, enjoying the way she was pulling up and down on his hugeness.
As her eyes focused on the huge head of his cock, she could see drops of crystal cum oozing from the small slit at the crown of his cock. It was strange how she hungered for his penis to be placed in her mouth. Bending over, she voluntarily let her tongue swipe over the tip of his prick. Rodger's huge cock quivered. Her lips surged down over the head of his meaty erection. Her fingertips massaged his lust-bloated balls. Rodger's hips began pumping in an erotic rhythm, and he watched her lips fasten on the head of his throbbing penis.
Her warm breath was labored, and the saliva in her mouth flowed ever more thickly. It was becoming sticky with the small emissions of lubricating fluid that seeped steadily from the end of Rodger's plunging prick. Diane could feel his hips pumping and straining. Reaching down, Rodger sensuously ran his fingers through her hair, pulling her mouth up and down over the length of his fleshy pole as if it were another vagina into which he was fucking the full fury of his cock. The young teacher could feel his throbbing pecker stretching and expanding inside her mouth. Rodger slammed his rock-hard cock down her throat. He'd pull it out, and let her suck with her mouth. He drove his hips up to smash his cock into her face, sinking every last inch of pecker meat deep down into her gasping throat. She struggled to catch her breath. Rodger gripped her head tightly now. He was going to ride her face to climax, and he wanted to make sure his huge prick was in her mouth when he came. She closed her eyes, waiting for that moment of orgasmic splendor when his thick semen would shoot off into her hot, willing mouth.
Rodger's thick sticky semen shot into her mouth, as he held her pinned down to his crotch. "Play with the balls," he begged, "Ohhh, Teach ... suck, suck my cock ... suck my cock off."
His hips pumped forward, sending his huge, throbbing cock sliding down her throat. He seemed to cum forever, her mouth was filling to overflowing with wet sperm. Suddenly his penis jerked a long last jerk, and began to soften on her madly swirling tongue. The teacher's senses were lost now. All she knew was that she loved to suck and swallow the creamy streams of liquid that shot from his cock. His cum dribbled from the corners of her lips, as his oozing cock eased from her lip grip. Noticing tiny streams of creamy liquid running from the sides of her mouth, and onto her chin, Rodger smiled down at her.
"Lick it off your face," he grinned.
The teacher's tongue slipped back and forth across her chin and lips. The flaccid cock before her had brought such erotic pleasure she could hardly believe it. She was hooked on cock sucking and this troubled her. Why should she desire Rodger so much? Why should his sticky white semen taste so delicious to her? This was a mystery. Diane's face was flushed with embarrassment, and shame as she looked up at him from her position between his spread out legs.
"I ... I don't understand," she mumbled.
"What are you talking about, Teach?"
"I don't understand how I could do such a thing," she admitted candidly. "I sucked on your cock like a hooker. I swallowed your sperm!"
Rodger was uncertain as to how he should respond to her. Was she saying something to degrade him?
"What's wrong? Didn't I taste good?" he asked.
Looking up at the frustrated face of the teenager, the youthful teacher tried to explain her train of thoughts.
"That wasn't it, Rodger! You tasted wonderful! I ... I always thought it was a dirty act to suck on a man's cock ... but I'm finding I'm crazy about it ... I like to suck and swallow!"
This pleased Rodger, who eyed her bosoms now, and wished she would take off her clothes so he could go down on her.
"Teach, you look good enough to eat yourself ... come on, let's go into the bedroom so I can eat your juicy cunt!"
The young student was talking crudely but it didn't matter anymore. All she knew now was the fact she enjoyed having sex with him and that was all she needed to know.
"Alright," she smiled, "We'll go into the bedroom!"
Together, the teacher and the young student went into her bedroom. And Rodger watched carefully as Diane began removing her clothes. She slipped out of her blouse, tossing it on a chair, and then removed her skirt, and threw her shoes off. Naked now, but for her half-cup bra and her panties, she never looked more tempting to the teenager.
"All the way," he insisted, "strip! I want you bare ass naked!"
The way Rodger said the word 'naked' sent shivers of excitement running up and down her tingling spine. It didn't take her long to slip off her clothes. As her panties were pulled off, Rodger's eyes looked right at her curly, blonde pubic hair. He could hardly wait to have his mouth pressing over her pussy. Diane possessed a magnetic attraction for the young boy. And he couldn't take his eyes off her. She finally removed her bra, permitting her large bosoms to pop out in all their freedom. His eyes looked from one erect nipple to the other.
"Wow! what a set of tits you've got," he grinned, licking his lips in anticipation. He'd become so aroused watching her he'd forgotten to take his own clothes off.
"Take off your clothes," she suggested, her voice husky with desire.
As she stood there watching Rodger strip her breasts rose and fell as her breath came rapidly. She watched as he removed his shirt, stepped out of his pants, and finally slipped off his tight-fitting white cotton shorts. Now he was standing naked before her, getting another hard-on.
Going over to him, she let her hand slide back and forth across the surface of his long, hard cock. The teacher's two hands encircled the turgid, thick penis, as she stroked it lovingly, working the fleshy skin back and forth between the palms of her hands. When she figured she had him revved up, she slipped her hands from his penis and turned around and went over to the bed.
Diane knew just how to position herself to arouse him the most. He wasted no time in getting on the bed with her. She parted her legs, so he could easily see the beaded moistness that -rimmed the tender pink lips of her moistening vagina. Spreading her legs farther, she let him examine the tempting folds of her pussy which seemed to flower into eager openness.
It didn't take any imagination for Rodger to know exactly what she wanted. She was asking him in every way she knew how. He bent over her, and pressed his hot lips on hers. His hands went to her shapely tits, and he played with them, pinching the erect nipples while he passionately French kissed her. Her tongue was sliding in his mouth now, and he was silently sucking on it, getting her hotter.
Rodger loved the way Diane's mouth opened around his. Her lips seemed to grind into his teeth, as her tongue searched furtively down his throat. At the same time, Rodger moaned in erotic delight, from the exquisite sensation of her fingers around his thick, blood-engorged cock. He pressed his hot lips passionately on hers. He felt strangely excited now.
Rodger straddled her, becoming more aroused by the moment. He could feel her wriggling pelvis, smooth and flat under him, as she ground up to press against his body. The frantic fever in her loins told him what he must do now.
Diane's thighs parted, as she rolled over on her side, facing him. Rodger's huge cock shot up between her legs, eagerly in search of her moist, warm slit of her pussy that lay nestled between her soft, trembling thighs. Rodger's arms swept around her. And the beautiful blonde teacher clung to the horny, muscular student with a savage passion. As she gripped him desperately, breathing in shot, shallow gasps as her fingernails clawed his broad, muscular back.
Her thighs opened shamelessly wide as she closed them around his hips, when he rolled effortlessly onto her naked body with a sensuous moan of pleasure.
"You're so big and hard," she panted, "I want to feel every inch of your big cock riding in me. Stick that big prick in me ... ram it in my cunt!"
All inhibitions had disappeared in the heat of her own lust. The carnal craving she felt in her cunt compelled her to beg for him to give her his throbbing hard cock.
Her hands grasped his back, reaching down with frezied passion to his round, firm ass-cheeks. The lusts in her belly burned hotly. The fire of lust within her being threatened to consume her. She had to have him. She wanted to feel his powerful penis stabbing in her cunt hole without mercy.
"Fuck me, Rodger, fuck me," Diane begged, as she suddenly felt his long, hard cock plunging in her cunthole. Diane's vagina muscles gripped his driving manhood, as he pumped in a rhythmic, pistoning motion.
The lustful smile on her face told him how much she enjoyed having him driving his manmeat in her mound.
"Yes ... yess," she panted like a woman possessed, "Fuck me ... fuck me!" It aroused his virile manhood to have this passionate creature clinging to him, feeling his firm ass-cheeks, grinding her tits back and forth against his chest.
"Alright," he grinned, as he rode in her cunt savagely. She clasped his bare buttocks, picking up the rhythm of his flexing ass muscles as he sensuously fucked her. Her hands caressed his bare bottom, finally parting his buttocks, permitting her index finger I slip sensuously up his tight anus.
It was wonderful how much passion Rodger was putting into his performance. She recognized that I boy this age, sixteen, was at his sexual peak. The whole world of sex lay before him, and now she was the fortunate female to be near the top of the list. She thrilled to the feel of his fresh, young penis stabbing in her tight cunt hole.
His pistoning penis pumped smoothly, as her hands clutched his behind, squeezing his ass-cheeks.
"Ohhh, ahhhhh, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, yes ... yessssssssssss!" she groaned in a wild, passion-filled frenzy. "Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeeeeeeee!"
She looked into the lust-glazed eyes of the young teenaged student who was fucking her like a madman. It was apparent he was going out of his mind in a frantic effort to please her.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she begged, as she felt the throbbing cock stabbing into her cuntal sheath with intense passion. She could scarcely catch her breath from the vigorous, deep thrusts. She groaned as his huge cock drove home. His swollen balls swung heavily into the smooth tight cleft of her bottom cheeks with a resounding lewd smack. Her hot thighs pressed wetly against his waist as they fucked to the finish line.
"Ohhhhh, ahhhhhhhh, fuck me ... fuck me," she panted. "I want your cock.
Every time Rodger rammed his stiff, long prick into the sizzling heat of her cunt, Diane groaned until it slithered home. She clawed at his back and groped eagerly to feel of his balls. They were bloated and heavy with the thick cream of his passion ... the warm, heavy cream that would seen be gushing into her quaking loins, flooding her belly with a river of wetness.
And at the same time, the teacher was reaching her orgasmic peak, rushing blindly toward the pinnacle of a moaning, grinding climax that was only a moment away.
"Come on ... hard ... just like that," she panted, as she pumped. Her breath was coming short, her voice was heavy with emotion, as she felt him pistoning slickly into her wet, tight cunt. Diane thrilled to every inch of his turgid stiffness as his pelvis slammed against hers, again and again.
Each time Rodger's throbbing hardness burrowed deep into the clasping wet heat of her young cunt, she could feel the sexual electricity of their fuck flashing through her like wildfire.
She was clamping her hands on his round, firm assglobes, reaching back to play with his precious jewels. His balls were huge oversize pearls. The teacher could feel the pulsing, swollen pressure. She knew very well it would be just a few seconds more before this hot, wondrous creamy heat would be hers, in a spurting, gushing torrent of hot heavy cum.
"That's it!" she gasped, "Fuck me ... ohhhhhhh, fuck me! I want your big hard prick in me lover. Yes, yes ... ohhhhhhhhhh, I love it!"
She breathed in short passion-packed gasps now. The young stud's pumping hips pressed against the hot, moist insides of her thighs. Their naked bodies ground together hotly, soaked with perspiration, and she could feel her lover's hard, muscular chest pressing hard against the sensitive tender buds of her nipples, as her legs spread incredibly, and doubled back to give Rodger even greater entry to the clinging wet depth of her juicing pussy.
And then it happened. Her orgasm exploded like the impact of a high-powered bullet. The blond, smooth-skinned teacher screamed, shrieking as if her life was ebbing from her quivering body ... but it was not in pain that she screamed, but rather in the delicious pleasures of her own climaxing. She was out of her mind with cock-hungry excitement!
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaggghhhhhhhhh, yes, yes, I'm cummmmmmmmming!" she groaned. As the hot teacher bleated animalishly, throwing her blonde head wildly from side to side, bucking, writhing under her strong, powerful lover like a mare in heat, he obtain enormous satisfaction from watching her face.
The distorted grimace of anguished pleasure that came to her pretty face aroused him. Perspiration beaded on her brow, dribbling into her tear-stained eyes.
"That's it," he gasped, as she brought all his manly virility to the surface, "Fucker ... beg for it! Scream for it ... I'll give you what you want! I'll give you a belly full of cum!"
The young, hot stud threw his head back, gasping for air as his balls gushed, and his huge cock shot its wad into the cum-starved depths of her loins.
"Ohhh, Rodger," she groaned in a passionate frenzy, "Fuck me! Fill me up with your cum! Fuck ... fuck ... fuck me!"
Supporting his weight on his hands, Rodger kept thrusting his throbbing male member in her cunt. She shoved back to meet his every cockstab, totally turned on now. Her eyes blazed with the ardor of her lust flames inside her.
"Yes ... yes ... ohhhhh, ahhhhh, fuck ... fuck!"
He kept on shoving his prick in her cunt, as she slowly twisted her hips, her cunt muscles grasping his penis in a milking motion as he kept shooting off inside her like a cannon gone crazy.
"Milk my prick," he begged, enjoying the erotic sensations she was creating in his loins with her tugging sensations she was generating with cuntal muscles.
"You know how to snap your pussy," he smiled excitedly. "Keep pumping. They're more cum in my prick!"
Their perspiration soaked bodies slapped against each other as they continued fucking with wild abandon.
"Ohhhh, ahhh, fuck ... fuck!" she shrieked, as she felt him shooting into her again. Her cunt seized, and squeezed as she juiced, joining Rodger in another scorching climax.
He kept pressing his chest against her bosoms, enjoying the resilence of her swollen breasts. Pressing his lips passionately against hers, he tongue-fucked her face while his slick cock continued sliding in her juicing cunt.
CHAPTER SEVEN
As he finished fucking the teacher he made her promise she would have sex with him again.
"Yes ... yes ... I want you again," she admitted quite candidly, "but you must never talk about it. You mentioned it to Steve Graham, the History Teacher across the wall from me and...."
Her voice trailed off. She didn't want Rodger to know she was having sex with Steve Graham too. He might become insanely jealous. She didn't know what he might do.
"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I didn't mean to tell anybody but after we had such a fantastic fuck ... I felt I had to tell somebody!"
"That can prove very dangerous," she explained, "you've got to learn to be indiscreet!"
"What does 'indiscreet' mean, Teach?" the young student asked the teacher, as he slowly inched his slick, swollen penis from her cunt. "That means in plain English ... keep your mouth shut!"
"Why didn't you say so in the first place?" he laughed. "I can understand that better than all those big words!"
She lay there with her legs still spread wide apart as he looked at her through lust-glazed eyes.
"When do we do it again?" he asked.
"But you just had a good fuck," she reminded him. "How can you even think of more sex?"
"That's easy," he smiled, "I'm a horny, growing boy. I need regular sex."
"Maybe next week ... same time. But what will your folks think?"
"Don't worry about it," he insisted, slipping into his cotton shorts, and reaching for his pants. The teacher rolled over on her side and watched her young lover finish dressing.
When he'd completed dressing, he came back to the bed where she was and gently slapped her firm, smooth stomach.
"Thanks," he told her. "I promise. This time I won't tell anybody!" He bent over the edge of the bed, and let his lips gently brush over her sensuous red lips.
Closing her eyes for a moment, the teacher pretended he could be her actual lover. She blotted out from her mind the fact he was a teenage kid whose sexual appetities would be impossible to satisfy.
After he had gone, she fell into a troubled sleep. The next day the school grind got to her. An endless maze of students constantly asking her first one thing and then the other. One more day left in the week and then mercifully, Saturday. Yet, she knew she had to please Steve Graham Saturday night. Friday came and went, and then it was Saturday. Steve Graham phoned and she tried to beg off.
"I'm not feeling too well," she complained.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing," she said casually. So casually in fact, Steve became immediately suspicious. "You don't have a date with that teenage kid, do you?"
His voice boomed through the telephone with anger at the thought of such a thing happening again.
"Of course not," Diane Leslie snapped into the phone, "and I ought to hang up on you for suggesting such a thing!"
"It happened once," he reminded her. "I thought maybe the kid came back for re-runs! He said you were fantastic to fuck!"
"And you believed him ... the kid wanted me ... so he did like a lot of other guys ... lied to boost his ego. I don't want you to mention that kid again. Nothing happened!"
"For your sake, I certainly hope not," he told her.
They made arrangements to get together that night. She really didn't want to. There was something about the sixteen year old student she preferred and this bothered her. Why should a young, horny teen-age kid turn her on so much? She didn't have time to think for long about this dilemma before the doorbell rang. She answered it and got an unpleasant surprise. Her mother was standing there with a smug look on her face.
"So this is where you live?" she shuddered.
"I shouldn't let you in my apartment ... talking like that to me," her daughter told her flatly.
Opening the door a little, she permitted her Mother to enter. Her Mother's eyes quickly looked about the room, and she frowned.
"What a bleak apartment! How can you stand it, dear. We brought you up to appreciate the best. I'm certainly glad none of my friends can see what a dreadful little dump you live in."
Diane paced the floor. She wanted to sound off. But felt she had better relax and try to tolerate her Mother's abusive attitude.
"You might offer me a drink, darling," her mother smiled, "seeing this place is enough to drive a temperance worker to drink!"
"The usual?" Diane asked, stepping to the bar.
"Scotch on the rocks, darling! The usual," her mother replied. She poured her a double shot of scotch over ice cubes and carried the glass over to her mother who appeared to need something to sustain her.
"To what do I owe this wonderful visit?" Diane asked her Mother.
"A terrible tragedy has struck our happy home," her Mother declared sadly, as her eyes grew misty. Then, she hesitated and began sobbing.
"What happened?" Diane asked anxiously.
"It's your father," she sobbed. "OHHHH, I can't talk about it!"
"Is Dad sick? Is Dad dead ... Mom ... tell me!"
"I only wish he was," she shook her head angrily. "Your Father has been having an affair with a...."
"With a what?"
"A topless dancer," she suddenly sobbed. "A cheap trick called Linda Lacetree. I ... I get sick whenever I think of that lecherous Father of yours having an affair with a slut like that!"
"Are you sure?"
Her Mother continued sobbing, and opened her purse to pull out a sheaf of papers. "I've had a private investigator trace him to her. He was staying out till all hours and I found lipstick on his shorts one night."
"Oh, Mom, must you go into the slimy details of Dad's shoddy affairs. We both know he's never been loyal to you!"
"That's true," her Mother admitted sadly, "but at least he had the decency to have sex with respectable women in his own class. To think he would stoop to carrying on with a common slut who is a cheap exhibitionist, and will turn a trick for twenty bucks is disgusting!"
"It certainly is," Diane nodded. "Twenty bucks a trick isn't enough what with inflation. Fucking costs have to go up too ... just like everything else!"
Diane's Mother's eyes were dry now. She was looking at her daughter in amazement and shock.
"What a foul-tongued daughter you are! You never used to use dirty talk to express yourself. Apparently, that awful school ... they nick-name Fort Jackson isn't very good for you! I read about that notorious school in the papers when three young thugs raped a teacher and threw her out the second story window."
"They can't do that anymore," Diane told her Mother.
"You mean they've quit raping the teachers at Fort Jackson. That's odd. When did this policy begin. I thought it was normal procedure for that hellhole."
"No, Mother," Diane smiled without humor, "you misunderstood me. The rapes at Fort Jackson go on so they tell me. Probably you'd have to castrate half the student body to stop that! But they've put bars up to the windows so they can't throw the teacher out. Isn't that marvelous?"
"For that high school, it's an achievement," she said, her lips tightening. "You must be a glutton for punishment to actually want to teach there!"
Shaking her head, she looked at her daughter strangely.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You don't act like my daughter, Diane," she said softly. "I always thought they mixed up the babies at the hospital!"
"Thanks, Mother ... now if you don't have any other good news ... I'm afraid I've got work to do!"
"One more thing," her Mother insisted, "but first I need another drink to go on!"
Reluctantly, Diane poured her Mother another double-shot of scotch. And then she sat down in a chair near her to listen.
"I think your father should visit a shrink," she whispered. "Why?"
"I'll tell you why," she continued in short, breathy whispers as if she was revealing a secret of momentous importance.
"Go ahead...." Diane told her when she paused again.
"Well, he's a pervert," she said angrily. "One night he came home and asked me to fellate him."
"Fellate?"
"Yes, dear ... surely you know what that means...."
"I guess it means suck his cock off, Mom," Diane replied bluntly.
"Don't be crude, dear," her mother continued. "He actually tried to force me to go down there ... and use my mouth on his male member!"
"What did you do?"
"I didn't ... I would never contaminate my mouth to perform such a sordid act. No mouthwash could ever clean the foul taste of his awful...."
Diane was becoming irrated with her Mother's constant demeaning statements concerning her father.
"Apparently, you're not informed very much about current sexual mores," she told her, "they claim about 80 to 90% of the young people today practice oral sex."
"Oral is immoral," her Mother snapped. "That's my slogan. But he even tried something worse!"
"What?" Diane asked, tilting her head to the side, and looking at her Mother with mounting disgust.
"I'll tell you what," she complained, "he wanted to sodomize me. Can you imagine such a thing?"
"No, Mother, I can't," Diane told her frankly, "you don't have the ass for it."
"What?" her mother shrieked. "Have you no decency?"
"Of course I have," her daughter replied intensely, "some people enjoy the act of sodomy. Some religionists would have you believe it is sinful. I don't. Now, if you'll pardon me I've got work to do. I have a date tonight."
Her mother got to her feet, glaring in anger at her.
"I can just imagine what you do with your dates ... apparently you are as rank as your Father when it comes to sex!"
"You're living in the past, Mom, if you don't mind my saying so," she told her frankly. "No shrink would pay any attention to you. No self-respecting shrink that is. Of course you can always find one that will agree with your warped, sick view of sex ... if you pay him enough!"
"I think I'll leave now," her Mother said, turning around as she headed for the door.
"Don't get bent out of shape, Mom ... Dad is only human!"
Her mother slammed the door abruptly and left Diane alone. Diane was troubled enough by the strange twists and turns her own life had taken. It seemed as if she could never come to grips with all of the problems which seemed to surface on every side of her.
It was time to draw a bath, a relax. She wanted to be fresh, and feeling fit when Steve Graham came to take her out. She went to the bedroom and undressed. As she walked by the floor length mirrors in front of her wardrobe, she couldn't help admire herself. She had a curvaceous body alright. The jutting, up-tilted breasts, the lithe, long legs, the blonde pubic hair. No wonder men were wild about her she thought to herself.
Stepping naked into the bathroom, she walked over to the bathtub and started to fill it. Dropping a jasmine bath pearl into the tub, she dipped one toe in the tub to determine the water temperature. It was a trifle too hot. She reached for the handle marked "cold", and turned it on. Then, testing the water temperature again, she finally slipped into the tub. The jasmine bath pearl had dissolved. Her body would be slick and smell of jasmine.
As she lay there, resting comfortably, she glanced down at her splayed legs. She let her hand reach down to pat her hair-fringed fissure. It felt good. Slowly, she inserted first one finger and then two in her twat. As she gently caressed her erect clitoris, waves of erotic pleasure surged over her naked body. She could feel the sexual electricity building ... tingling up and down her spine.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes ... yes...." the beautiful blonde teacher moaned as her fingers stabbed inside her moist, hot pussy. "Ohhh, ahhh, yess ... yes ... fuck me ... fuck me, Rodger!"
She was imagining Rodger's hot plunging prick stabbing in her cunt. He was so young, so horny, so virile, so manly. How she loved to have his throbbing cock sliding in her womanhood. If only he could be here now.
She closed her eyes, clenching her ass-cheeks, pumping her pelvis forward as her feverish fingertips worked effectively, flicking back and forth across her clit.
"Fuck me ... fuck me," she panted, and for a split second it seemed as if her fingers had been transformed, through the magic of her imagination, into Rodger's thrusting, trusty tool.
Here it was almost Saturday night. And she was thinking of him! Why should this be? She had a lover her own age. She didn't need some teenage kid to have sex with her. Yet, this was what her imagination seized upon as she reflected upon the most erotic experience she had ever known.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yess, yessss!" she hissed through gritted teeth as she managed to pump her fingers in that perfect sexual tempo that leads to only one thing ... a juicy, satisfying climax.
She reached out in the air as if clasping the young boy's round firm ass cheeks. And with her other hand, she kept her two fingers pumping in her heated, lustful cunt until she came.
"Ohhh, uugghhhh," she groaned, as she juiced. Her hot cunt juices surged from her pussy. Her love juices merged with the water in the bathtub, as she opened her eyes and returned to reality.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Diane got out of the tub and took a brisk, invigorating shower and promptly dried off. She wanted to get some rest before Steve Graham dropped by for their dinner date. Her body was aglow after a shower, and rubbing herself vigorously with a thick towel. She stepped naked into the bedroom and slipped between the sheets on her bed.
The satisfaction she felt within her caused her to fall asleep quickly. It was a deep sleep, totally relaxing and refreshing. When the doorbell rang about seven, she didn't hear it at first. Steve Graham had to ring the bell the second time.
"Coming ... just a minute," she called out, as she slid out of bed, and slipped on a nylon negligee.
Opening the door, she saw Steve standing there with a bottle of champagne tucked under his arm.
"Why, Steve," she smiled at him, "champagne ... what are we celebrating?"
After she had closed the door, Steve put the champagne on the bar and came over to wrap his arms around her. He could smell the jasmine on her body and see her blue eyes light up as he squeezed her body tighter to him.
"I'm celebrating life ... and love and screwing!"
"With an emphasis on screwing, "the blonde teacher laughed.
Steve enjoyed talking to her and it was apparent he was trying to be thoughtful.
"Sometimes I worry about you," he admitted candidly, "you're too much woman to be in a place like Fort Jackson! That's a hellhole if there ever was one."
"It's not as bad as all that," Diane insisted, going over to the bar to get the champagne and put it in the refrigerator. Returning to the living room, she sat on the sofa and spoke frankly with Steve about Jackson High School.
"I look upon teaching at Fort Jackson as a challenge!"
"Around any corner a young punk could grab you, hold a razor at your throat and rape you! You've got to be careful!"
"Don't talk that way," Diane insisted, looking at Steve who was obviously concerned about her welfare. "You can bring all those ugly things you are talking about into being if that's all you focus on!"
Steve laughed. He could see there was no reasoning with Diane. She had made up her mind to see the situation her way, and that was that. "Just a friendly bit of advice, study Karate, carry one of those canister sprays that you can use to frighten some attacker off and pray for the best!"
Diane was suddenly becoming very bored and disgusted by all this unpleasant talk. She wanted Steve Graham to focus his lusty, hot eyes on her body and forget about misery.
Rising from the sofa, she turned and walked dramatically into her bedroom. Steve got to his feet and followed. He loved the sight of her white, rounded ass cheeks, that quivered as she walked. She slipped out of the nylon negligee, and turned around stark naked. Steve's eyes took her all in swiftly. First, he admired her round, up-tilted bosoms, and then he followed the line of her lithe long legs to her pubic vee where her curly, blonde pubic hair aroused him. "Take off your clothes, Steve," Diane smiled. When she was hot like this, Steve could feel his balls tingle. His cock was hard now, and he was anxious to explore her body with his tongue, with his cock ... every crack and crevice must be sucked, fucked, loved. He didn't waste much time in stripping. Down to his shorts in seconds, he walked over to her and told her to pull his shorts down for him. First, Diane teased the athletic teacher by tugging on the elastic waist band of his shorts, and reaching down to feel the length of his throbbing long penis. Next, she gently eased his white cotton shorts down over his round ass cheeks. Steve stepped out of his shorts naked now, ready to give her what she craved.
Diane rolled limply on the bed. She lay on her back with her legs spread invitingly apart, with one arm over her eyes. She could almost feel his tongue licking hungrily at her cunt.
"Do anything you want, Steve," she smiled up at him.
Steve grinned in triumph. He had brought her around to where she was begging for it. He got on the bed with her, propping himself up on one elbow and looking down at her. Wow, he thought to himself, this woman is built, what a hot little body she has. She should be fucked every night regular.
Steve stared at Diane's trembling body, his grin depraved and loose. Her breasts were full and beautiful, like two snow white ripe melons with small shadows under each one. Diane's nipples were pointed and hard, indicating her excitement. Her breasts were so beautifully round and set off superbly by her incredibly thin waist. Her rib cage jutted out in a tantalizing way and his fingers itched to hold her by the ribs and lick and bite her nipples. Steve took his time, savoring the beauty he was looking at.
The blonde school teacher who lay naked before him, closed her eyes in surrender. She was relishing the freedom of permitting herself to be bold and brazen about her own lewd carnal desires. Never before in her life had she felt so hot. Her entire body tingled with lewd delight. Gently shifting her hips, she tilted her pelvis up so that he could have a still better view of her drenched vaginal slit. A wild idea surged into her mind. She thought it might entice Steve if she pulled her cunt open, so he could see the pink moistness for himself. A wild small smile played about her lips. She still kept her hand over her eyes.
"Taste me," she whispered, stimulated by the lewdness of her own carnal desire for his tongue to lave her cave.
"Would you like that?" Steve asked her. "
"Very much," she whispered.
"I guess you want me to do everything to you."
"Yes...."
"I want you to beg for it," Steve said coldly.
Taking a deep breath, the blonde teacher hissed out the words. "I want you to suck me...."
Steve was enjoying this. He could tell she was still embarrassed by her own lusty ardor, for she continued to keep her arm over her eyes. And much of his pleasure was bringing her around to where she craved it and demanded every demented act she could conceive of.
"Suck your what?" he teased.
"My cunt," she shrieked in wanton, lustful abandon. "Suck my juicy cunt!"
The obscene words tumbling from her lips excited Steve. It triggered his tongue into action. Bending over, he clasped her thighs, getting his face down in there, right over her flaming-hot pussy.
As she felt his hot breath on her wet pussy, pure lust swept through her, almost consuming her in its fiery heat.
"Suck me ... suck my cunt! Ohhhhh, Steve ... I need your tongue in me ... eat it ... eat my cunt!"
The words were rushing out of her mouth now like water rushing down a mountain stream. And Steve was responding. He was anxious to sniff, lick and suck her hair-fringed fissure with passionate tongue swipes. He looked at her flat stomach as smooth as silk, and continued to pump his tongue in her desire-filled pussy. It pleased him to have his tongue caressed by her curling pubic hair, and one swollen lip of her vagina. Steve tilted his head just a little, so he could see a slit of her vaginal wall, red and glistening with excitement. He loved having her naked, with her cunt spread. He was treating her like a whore, and she loved it. A twisted grin was on his face. He obtained a special charge out of making a woman beg for it.
Diane moaned with delight as he got down there between her lewdly spread legs, his passionate tongue lewdly, slowly sliding inside her delicious cunt. With his thumb and forefinger, he slowly spread the hair-lined lips of her cunt wide, as she ground her buttocks salaciously. She was moaning now, hungry for it. Steve smiled as he caught sight of her cunt spread wide, red and moist, ready for him to do anything he desired.
He bent over, flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth over her clitoris, and she reacted violently, "Aagggggggghhhhhhhaaaaaaa!" , At this point, she pulled her arm away from her face and watched him down there, his face between her thighs. Proudly, Diane pumped up not afraid any more. She watched anxiously as Steve's tongue flicked into her. She could thrill to the sensation of his hot, wet, slick tongue sliding in her slit.
"Flip your tongue across my clit," she begged, "that's the way ... ohhhh, ahhhh, yes ... yesssssss!"
Her body was writhing and twisting in a sexual frenzy. She wanted more than anything else to come in his mouth ... to experience the erotic peak of sensational erotic arousal when she'd gush and he'd suck.
At this point, Sieve was on his knees, with his back and tight, bare buttocks facing her. Reaching up she felt of his thighs, and he turned his hips conveniently so she could catch sight of his huge erection.
Steve's throbbing cock was so big! Bigger than any cock she'd ever seen before. Rick, the man she'd made it with in college as a live-in lover didn't have a piece of sexual equipment like this stud. His cock was huge. It was big, thick and swelling now with lustful excitement, the foreskin sliding back to reveal the smooth rubbery head.
From her vantage point, she watched, almost frightened by the wild hot thrusts of his tongue into her anxious cunt. She began squirming all over the bed, with his huge cock now moving closer to her head and face. Very shortly, he would be closing in on her mouth.
With erotic calculation, Steve swung one leg over her head so he was straddling her face upside down, never missing a lick on her cunt. Diane moaned aloud, as she felt him slowly sliding his tongue into her throbbing pussy. It made her wiggle she got so stimulated. Closing her eyes, she rolled her head back and forth, as she finally felt the deep stirrings of an orgasm coming on. No man had ever loved her so magnificently.
Opening her eyes, she saw his huge cock loom in front of her face. It was strange, she felt like she was in a cave of human flesh with nowhere to go. The muscular male teacher lowered his hips so that the huge head of his cock brushed against her lips.
The thought of sucking on him didn't repulse her. She let her tongue slip down the length of his hugeness. Her tongue slipped to the tip and she tasted him. She liked what she tasted. Steve was starting to ooze cum from the small slit at the head of his cock.
The tip of Diane's tongue slowly licked over the thick head of his cock and she smiled with the thrilling knowledge of new power she had over him as she saw his huge cock jerk tighter in front of her face.
Steve wrapped his arms around Diane's thighs now, pulling her lithe, long legs wider apart, and suddenly burying his face deeper in her defensively spread cunt, his tongue darting in and out, and wiggling against the glistening pink walls of her delicious vagina.
Diane was so excited as she felt his tongue laving her fiery cunt, she was twisting, writhing and turning in erotic response. Arching her back, and tilting up her pelvis, she emitted a small moan of joy. Steve had a perfect view of her round, tightly clenched ass-cheeks. Slowly, he let his finger slide along her ass-crack, and suddenly let his finger probe her anus.
This added stimulation got her so excited her hips rocked back and forth, and at the same time her mouth reached up to grip the rubbery head of his cock-shaft.
"Suck ... suck me," Steve begged as he felt his hugeness sliding in her mouth. And then she decided to turn the tables on him and tease him. Letting his thick shaft slip from her mouth, she teased him by brushing the rubber-like head of it against her lips.
But with a hard thrust of his hips, Sieve shoved his cock into the warm moisture of the blonde teacher's mouth. Diane felt it hot and hard on her lips. Her mouth was open wide, her lips fitting tightly around the massive mushroom head, her tongue twirling and tasting every drop of his cum on the very tip and licking it.
He got so aroused with his seething cock gliding in her mouth, he took his tongue out of her convulsive cunt, and began fucking up her down into her hot mouth, enjoying the erotic sensation of having her helpless under him. Every time he thrust down her hot lips would fasten on his plunging penis. Her lips would balloon out as she sucked on his throbbing penis with all her might, as if she could hardly wait for him to erupt in her mouth.
Steve pumped up and down with a slow, lewd movement. His hips kept a steady rhythm as he went on face fucking her. He enjoyed the sight of her cunt in front of his face, her thighs held wide apart. He enjoyed the sight of her undulating, writhing, silently asking him to lick her cunt some more. That was the way he wanted it. Now, he began to increase the tempo and strength of his cockstabs, thinking for a wild moment he might cum in her mouth and leave her hot cunt unsatisfied.
But he thought it over and decided that would be too cruel. His tongue returned to her pink slit. He surged inside of her pussy and began licking up and down in earnest.
At this point, Diane reached up to grab his stabbing cock to control its movements. He was thrusting so far down her throat she was almost choking on his penis Grasping his cock around the base, she felt him back when he tried to drive too far down her nearly choking throat. Steve's sweaty balls slapped lewdly against her face as he fucked in earnest.
She clutched his cock like a demented animal. He rammed it to her jabbing it down her throat with savage lust.
"Eat it ... eat it," Steve panted, momentarily flipping his hot tongue from her snatch.
He enjoyed watching his saliva-slickened cock driving in her mouth. He was aroused by the way her fingertips teased and caressed his sweaty, swelling balls.
"Swallow my cum," he ordered her, "don't spit it out!"
He knew he didn't have to worry about her not wanting to swallow his cum-juice from the wild way she sucked on his manhood. But he enjoyed commanding her to suck his cock off and swallow every drop of his sperm.
Diane felt a sudden pagan thrill as she caught his cum, shooting, hurtling down her throat as he savagely pumped his thick prick into her. Her hot hands clasped his round, firm ass-cheeks as she finished giving him a blow-job.
And now it was his turn to eat her. Returning to her pink cunt, his stiffened tongue stabbed inside her. Whipping it back and forth he managed to inspire her.
"Eat it," she begged, as she released his flaccid cock from her mouth to focus her eyes on his face buried in her hot crotch.
She grinned down at him hovering over her heated loins. Pumping her pelvis forward, she ground her cunt in his face. The roaring fire in her groin was about to explode in orgasm. Twisting, and writhing now, she loved having him panting excitedly as she spread her legs, undulating her hips up to feel his tongue slip and slide around inside her moist, wet young cunt.
Steve Graham grabbed the young blonde teacher's hips, holding her in place to make it easier for him to have sex with her.
He could sniff the pungent scent of her pussy, taste the delicious moistness of her cunt, thrill to her sensuous twists. Flipping his tongue back and forth across her clitoris, he pressed his lips tight to her cunt and sucked hard. Pressing her moist, hot thighs against his cheeks, Diane juiced. Lapping her up, he savored her cuntal juices. This got her so excited she trembled. Clasping her ass-cheeks tightly he held on. Her body quivered with the sensual ecstasy she was feeling now. Their bodies were sweaty and slapped together with erotic satisfaction as they finished their wanton love-making.
In her passionate moment of orgasmic ecstasy, she let her hands reach for his cock, and pulled it back to life. She enjoyed seeing his thick prick spring back to life. It aroused her anew to see his hairy, swelling balls become aroused again.
Pulling his tongue from her twat, Steve rolled over and let her jack his cock for him.
"That's good," he told her, "now, reach down to tug on my nuts."
Without missing a beat of her hand-grabbing action, she let her fingertips go down to his balls. She played with them, and then parted Steve's tightly clenched ass-cheeks, permitting a finger to snake up his asshole. As her finger invaded the private precincts of his rectum, he could feel her giving him a prostate massage.
"Ohhh, ahhhhh, yes ... yesssssssssss!" she begged, "keep finger-fucking my asshole while you jack me off. And when I'm ready to shoot my wad, make sure your hot mouth is over my prick!"
She smiled, as she continued pulling on his throbbing cock with one hand, and finger-fucking his tight anus with the other. A fine misty sheen of perspiration covered his body as he became more excited. It pleased Diane to see his cock lengthen and strengthen as she pumped on it. It was amazing how big the head of his cock could become.
"Better get your mouth over it," he warned, "I'm almost ready to ... to cummmmmmmmm...."
Hastily she pulled his throbbing cock to her mouth and sucked down with fierce force. His hot sperm surged into her mouth and she sucked vigorously getting a good load of tasty cum to suck out of his cock.
"Ahhhhh, ohhhhhhh, suck ... suck my dick off," he begged as she kept bobbing up and down on his prick.
He watched in mesmerized lust, his eyes clouded and out of focus as she sucked every drop of his cum into her mouth as swallowed. He had become so stimulated it seemed as if his orgasm had come from a churning, bubbling hot cauldron deep within the depths of his belly.
The searing pleasure that had burst from his cocktip into her mouth was the taste of a man's virile sperm, exploding in a passion-streaked moment of total abandon. His cock quivered as she finished sucking him off. And then in an act of pagan depravity, she slipped her mouth from his penis, and licked down the length of his shaft to its base, and his sweaty balls. She sucked each of them into her mouth, proceeding to make a tongue trail along his clenched ass-cheeks.
Raising his hips up for her, Steve felt Diane's tongue slide along his ass-crack and eventually slip right up his tight rectum. This was a completely unique sensation, quite unlike anything he had experienced before. His hips churned as her twitching tongue slipped right up his asshole. At the same time, something amazing was happening. Even though she had just finished blowing him, his penis was hard again, springing back to full life.
She kept one hand on his behind, with her tongue snaking up his asshole, while her other hand busily manipulated his penis, bringing it back to life.
Churning, writhing, and twisting in sensual ecstasy, Steve suddenly realized Diane possessed no inhibitions whatsoever. No matter how obscene or degrading the sexual act she was there willing to perform it upon him.
"Ohhhh, ahhh, yes ... yess ... suck ... suck my butt ... ohhhh, ahhh," Steve gasped, feeling new life surge through his cock, creating that itchy tingling sensation in his balls. He could hardly stand it.
Yet for once in his life, he felt he had gone too far. This wasn't right. She had lost all control. Steve's sadistic ego had been more than satisfied. He would have to speak to her now, stop her from debasing herself any further.
"That ... that's enough," he told her. "Stop it...."
But she didn't want to stop. Having discovered new dimensions of depravity, she wanted to continue. Steve knew he'd have to use force to stop her licking away at his asshole. He couldn't take much more of this.
"Enough ... that's enough!" he suddenly blurted, pushing her back about from his behind. She was so excited by her own consuming lusts, she couldn't understand why he stopped her.
CHAPTER NINE
"Why did you do that?" Diane asked Steve, looking at him intently.
"Because...." and then he hesitated.
"Because why!" she demanded.
"You've gone too far," he tried to explain to her. "You got carried away. That's why!"
"How far is too far?"
That was not an easy question for Steve to answer. He didn't want to offend her, but he felt it was time he draw the line somewhere. He felt sure she would never stop unless he forced her to quit.
"You don't want to act like a depraved slut," he tried to explain, "you're not a whore! Whores have to do everything!"
As Steve's words sunk in, a strange smile played about her lips. She thought she had his argument backed up in a corner and she didn't hesitate to tell him what was on her mind.
"Why do whores do everything!"
"Because men pay them to," he exploded, getting angry at her triumphant expression as she listened to his reply.
"I'll tell you why," the blonde teacher smiled, as she lay back naked and laughed, "because men want to experience every thrill, every possible sensation ... that's why!"
Steve lashed back, "There are a lot of sick people in the world! And I'm not going to be one of them ... I'm sorry!"
"You don't have to apologize to me, Steve," she laughed, "you've got your inhibitions. You're a man who has 'guilty feelings' about sex and you can't help it. Childhood brainwashing!"
Maybe she was right. He grinned at her. Perhaps he wasn't enough of an animal to satisfy the kind of sex she liked.
"Maybe you're right," he nodded, "maybe I don't like to do what some men do. I've never used 'whips', and I have never beat a woman!"
"You ought to try it sometime," she smiled.
Steve was uncertain about the point she was making. Was she extending an open invitation to some kind of kinky sadistic sexual ritual to him or exactly what did she have in mind? That was the problem with so many women he thought to himself. They never come right out and say what is on their mind. Instead they make a practice of beating around the bush and letting you find out in a peculiar way.
"Asking me to beat your ass?" he confronted her.
"If you've got the guts to do it," she said evenly. "Apparently some women love it when a man whips her butt. Maybe I would. How am I going to know if I would if I never try it?"
"You'll have to find someone else," he said, silently getting to his feet, and walking to the bathroom, and going in and closing the door with a noisy bang.
"You bastard," she called out after him. "I thought you were man enough to satisfy me!"
When he finished urinating, he flushed the toilet, and came out and spoke to her with a triumphant grin.
"You want something from me real bad, don't you?"
Her mind reeled. He was playing games with her and emerging the winner in a battle of wits. She didn't like it.
"Alright, so you don't want to lash your leather belt across my ass and find out if pain turns your sex machine on...."
"No," Steve declared, "there are some kinky sex kicks I can do without. And if you've got any fucking sense in your damned fool head you'll leave the sadistmasochist sex scene alone too!"
"Why?"
Steve told her as he slipped on his white cotton shorts which he'd flung in a nearby chair.
"The big kick is to kill," he said coldly. "And I don't want to go that route. First it starts out with whips, but it often ends up with a knife in the back and death!
Sometimes when you start something, you can't stop it!"
"Oh, Steve," she laughed, "you make it sound so serious!"
He didn't say another word as he continued dressing, but she could tell wheels were moving in his mind as she was curious to know what he was thinking about. Apparently, he didn't want to reveal another thing to her about his feelings on his subject and she couldn't understand why.
When he finished dressing he told her.
"I had a bad experience with a high school sweetheart who liked me to beat her up," he confided. "She got her orgasm that way. I'd fuck her or eat her box and she didn't like that. But when I'd use a riding whip on her, she'd cum like crazy. She'd made me bind her wrists and ankles up, and beat her. And I found it was stimulating me too!"
Curious to know the outcome of the relationship, she questioned him further.
"What happened?"
"The poor kid met up with the wrong guy one time," he explained, "A guy who had a thing going for knives and he carved her up. She never counted on that happening. The guy just told her he liked the draw his knife back and forth over a naked girl's body. They went on like this for some time and they both enjoyed it. But one time he was uptight about something and when he used the knife on her, he went berserk and cut her all up."
"How awful!" she shuddered. "Oh, Steve why did you tell me such a terrible story? Why!" Now, she was asking with such sincerity, Steve felt he could confide in her the reason why. "I'll tell you why," he explained, "I can see what is happening to you. You are going the same route I was
... and it's no good!"
"I'd never get carried away," she insisted, "nevertheless I like to experiment with my body ... with your body to find out what its like to do different things!"
Steve was leaving now. And this tormented her. She still felt unsatisfied. It was only eleven thirty, and the night was young as far as she was concerned.
Finishing dressing, Steve stepped to the bedroom door and turned to tell her goodbye.
She was still lying naked on the bed, the fire in her loins burning with the lust that was still consuming her. She didn't want him to-leave now. She wanted once more to feel his hugeness slipping in her cunt. It didn't take Diane long to get off the bed, and run over to the door and stand naked before Steve begging him to stay with her all night.
"I ... I can't let you go," she pleaded, "please ... I'll let you do anything you want ... you mustn't leave me alone, Steve. It's Saturday night. We don't have to get up and go to work tomorrow. Please!"
Her pleas fell on deaf ears. Steve could see by the intense look in her eyes all the insecurity flashing through. For the first time he gained a glimpse of her true character, and what he saw didn't please him in the least.
"Get out of my way," he told her as she flung herself in front of the bedroom door to prevent his leaving.
It was strange how the anger in his eyes, the disgust in his voice didn't turn her off. Instead, it worked in reverse. She wanted him to stay all the more and she didn't hesitate to tell him so.
"It would mean so much to me if you would stay," she implored.
More determined than ever to get out of her presence, and finding her neurotic instead of appealing, he shoved her aside without feeling. He wasn't going to become her victim. Obviously she had neurotic sexual needs. And she'd have to work this out on a psychiatrist's couch he thought to himself, and not in a wild bedroom romp.
"You need a shrink," he snapped, "not another fuck!"
She went stumbling against the wall, knocking a chair over with the force of his shove.
He went on through the living room, and out the front door, giving it a good, noisy bang to let his anger sound out.
She was sobbing and crying now. What a horrible blackmailing bastard she thought to herself. After all she had done for him to be treated like this. It was disgusting. But she was determined she would get even. She wouldn't take crap like this lying down. She would find a man who could screw her and have no inhibitions. Why not? She heard other people talking about sex swap meets. She heard about young high school kids having "orgies", and she felt suddenly left out. Originally, she had liked Steve Graham, thought he was a regular sport. But to her dismay and disgust she was finding out fast, he had his own peculiar hang ups, and couldn't be counted on in the clinches to provide her with the kind of erotic stimulation and satisfaction her sex machine required.
Determined not to let anything get her down, she went into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. There was always something wonderful about a shower. If she could come out of this dilemma with her feelings intact, she could proceed to a singles bar. There were always horny men in singles bars on Saturday nights. And she wouldn't stop until she found one ... hot, horny, and turned-on by her ... all the way!
When she'd finished showering, she dried off and splashed some of her favorite jasmine-scent cologne on her body. Stepping over to the mirror, she cast an admiring glance at her naked body. The up-tilted ripe bosoms, with their red-nipples, her trim waist, the lithe, long legs, and the focus of her love-power, her curly blonde pubic hair. She could just picture the lapping pink tongue of a new lover going down on her there, thrilling to her beautiful bod. Why not?
Slipping into her most exotic black lace panties, and wearing a half-cup black, lacy bra, she calculated she'd come on strong with all the right equipment for arousing some man's passions.
Her tight green pant-suit outfit always had a good effect on men she had observed when their eyes were feasting on her shapely form. And one jealous female had even told her she looked like a temptress in that particular outfit.
Finishing applying a little make-up, she prepared to go on the make. It would be great fun she figured to find a horny stud to service her. After all, she was a liberated female. And if men could turn Saturday night into a sex hunt she reasoned, why shouldn't she enjoy the same rights and privileges.
There were two singles bars nearby and she didn't know which one to select. One was called The Library, and the other was called The Office. They both pulled in a high-class type she had heard from a girl friend who was living with an older man. When she got tired of the man's tongue, because he'd gone impotent and hadn't used his male member in years, she would seek out a stud to service her. Diane couldn't help but admire this girlfriend, for she had an easy life, and good sex. There wasn't a reason in the world she couldn't enjoy an equivalent kind of kinky sexual success if she put her mind to it, she calculated.
The bar called "The Office" was the closest one to Diane's apartment house. She figured she might as well go there. It was midnight. But then that was a perfect time. Some horny Saturday night Casanova would be on the prowl, hoping the night wouldn't pass without finding something to sink his prick into, she thought to herself.
Parking in the parking lot was not easy. The place was so packed with cars, and people making out in some of them she decided to park on a nearby street. She knew it was taking a risk. There were always men in search of rape kicks on Saturday nights. But, she had a choice of a possible rape, or a bent fender. She picked the possible rape.
Walking down to the bar, she saw couples coming out, laughing and slurring their words drunkenly. What an ugly sight she thought to herself. No doubt they'd pay no attention to each other after they had obtained what they were seeking from the superficial relationship.
She knew she needed something to drink coming up with such morbid thoughts. Desperately trying to forget Steve and his ugly charges that she was sick on sex, she figured she'd find someone to make out with. It didn't matter who. He could be a garbage collector or an executive. As long as he had that big hunk of manmeat between his legs to satisfy her, she could feel her hungry cunt aching to take him on.
As she stepped into the dimly-lit bar, she found it so packed it was next to impossible to find anyplace to sit down. As she approached the bar, a big black dude caught her eye. He was pleased to see her and let her know it in no uncertain terms.
"Why don't you sit down here?" he suggested, rising, and gesturing for her to replace him at the bar stool where he had been seated.
This pleased her. She was anxious to get involved with anyone who seemed turned-on with her, and from the look in this man's eyes he was totally turned on.
"Why, thank you," she smiled, "don't meet many gentlemen these days!"
"Could I guy you a drink," the tall, broad-shouldered, smooth-skinned black man smiled.
"I barely know you," Diane put him off. "I can't accept a drink from a stranger."
"I'm no stranger," the black dude laughed. "My name is Willard! Now you know who I am ... and you can order any drink you like!"
Willard's hot eyes feasted on her cleavage. He could hardly wait to touch those soft breasts, to let his tongue lick them, to feel his mouth slipping sensuously over those nipples, taut, erect and pushing at the tight fitting green material of her pant-suit outfit.
"You make your offer sound too tempting for me to resist," she told him. "My name is Diane. Pleased to meet you Willard."
"The pleasure is all mine," Willard said, moving closer to her, so she could feel the muscular outline of his body pressing against her. Just then the bartender came over to take their order.
"What'll it be, young lady?" he asked Diane. Diane had overdone the youthful appearance, pouring her body into the skin-tight green outfit, and the bartender studied her a long moment.
"I'd better see your identification before I bring you a drink," he told her, studying her closely.
"How kind of you," she quipped, reaching down to pull out her I.D. from her purse. Showing it to the bartender, he verified the small photo on her driver's license, and discovered she was twenty-three.
"You look younger," he smiled, "what would you like to drink?"
"A screwdriver," she smiled, turning back to look up at Willard.
I'll have another Tom Collins," Willard told the bartender. Soon, they were both toasting their rapid friendship.
Willard and Diane engaged in small talk for a few moments and then he pressed himself tighter to her body. She could feel the outline of his huge, throbbing cock pressing against her hips as he tried to blame the crush of the crowd for what was happening.
"Sure a lot of people in here tonight," he smiled, knowing full well he was using this fact as an excuse to press closer to her.
"You can say that again," she agreed.
A smile of personal triumph formed on her face as she thought about Steve. Just because she wanted him to give her a new sexual adventure he cut out. She would show him. She wasn't sick on sex, not by a long shot. The loud beat of the rock group playing at one side of the crowded bar brought a beat to Willard's body as he shoved sensuously against her, keeping time with his body to the beat which made the room vibrate.
CHAPTER TEN
It wasn't long before Willard was suggesting a second drink. Even though her mind seemed blurred and out of focus from the first strong drink, she accepted another and so did Willard.
"Haven't seen you around here before," he told her frankly.
"No, no, I haven't been here before. But it's a nice place. I'm glad I found it tonight."
"So am I, "Willard said, starting to push against her with his huge cock with a sensuous rhythm, keeping time to the beat of the rock group which was pouring out the big sound with all its loud-speaker might.
"I ... I wish we could go some place and talk," Willard flashed her a knowing smile.
"It is rather noisy here," she admitted.
"I know a real good motel ... colored lights, adult flicks, the works. If you're game, I am!"
Even though she craved sex with every bit of her being, she knew it would frighten Willard off if he got what he wanted too fast. So, she didn't reply. She smiled up at him, and left him wondering. This didn't exactly please the horny black dude, yet he wasn't put off for long. He rose to the challenge and a few moments later whispered in her ear in his most sensuous, low, virile voice, "I'd sure like to eat your cunt."
Diane was taken aback by Willard's boldness. She thought he could have referred to her sexual organs with a less crude word. Yet, it was apparently the word that Willard liked to use when thinking of her vagina.
"You're coming on strong," she whispered back.
"I've got to," Willard insisted, "a woman like you drives me mad. Just looking at your gorgeous white tits from up here almost makes me cum in my shorts."
"You are horny," she laughed.
Once more, Willard tried to use the persuasive power of his own throbbing penis to entice her. He began rocking his cock up and down on her round hips, hoping she would respond.
"Not here, tiger," the bartender said in a loud whisper, as he noticed what Willard was doing. Others turned to see what was happening, and Diane blushed in spite of herself.
"Let's cut out of here," he begged. Beads of perspiration stood out on his forehead as he became more excited. His hot eyes undressed her as she stood there. He could see her beautiful splayed naked legs, he could almost taste her cuntal juices as his tongue mentally lapped her up. And those beautiful tits. When Diane looked up into Willard's eyes, she felt the strong magnetic pull for him that bothered her. She should not be so aroused, so stimulated, yet she was.
Taking her hand, he boldly placed it on his throbbing hard cock which shocked her. The bartender had stepped away a moment as she groped him. "All that is yours," the black man smiled at the white girl.
Even though she knew she must be a slut to feel so strongly for this man and desire his huge cock so desperately, she couldn't help herself. Trembling with desire, she looked up at him, and smiled, "I ... I guess we can go somewhere together."
That was all the encouragement Willard needed. He paid the bartender when he caught his eye and he came over to pick up the ten dollar bill he placed on the bar. Picking up the change and leaving a sizeable tip for the bartender, they left together.
"We can walk to the cozy little motel," he smiled.
Two blocks from the bar called The Office was the Hideaway Motel. It was garish, not dozy. It's giant-size neon sign flashed off and on regularly, calling them both to sample their adult films, water beds, sound-proofed privacy.
"You wait out here," Willard told her, not wanting any confrontation with the motel manager or anybody else who might see the two of them together. Diane understood, but thought it tragic anybody in this enlightened day and age would be upset by the sight of a black man and a white woman shacking up together.
After all, they were in a free country and wasn't fucking the person you picked the fifth freedom.
Returning with a key to their motel room a few moments later, Willard and Diane walked hand-in-hand to the last room of the motel at the very back of the place.
"You like those fuck flicks?" Willard smiled as they entered the well furnished room with the king-size water bed, and large conveniently situated television.
"I've never been to a motel to watch screw films," she smiled. "Maybe I'm missing something...."
"No maybe's about it," Willard smiled. "Twice as much fun watching others fucking and sucking while you're getting laid."
He immediately turned on the soft bedside lamp, and turned to watch Diane remove her clothes. That was a very important part of the whole evening's activity. Diane stripped slowly, sliding out of her things and looking up at him taking his clothes off. It didn't take Willard long to strip. He wasn't wearing any underwear at all Diane discovered. He flung his sport coat aside, sat on a chair, and got out of his shoes, and socks. Then, he proceeded to take off his tie, and shirt, and down to his pants, which he dramatically removed, revealing no confining shorts. No doubt he figured it wouldn't be fair to confine such a huge cock in white cotton shorts. Once he'd stripped out of his clothes, he stode over to the bed, sprawled out and watched Diane finish stripping. She was down to her black lace panties, and half-cup black lace brassiere.
His eyes feasted on her splendid body. Deliberately undressing slowly to draw out the intoxicating stimulation of stripping, Diane looked down between Willard's legs to observe his huge cock quiver at the sight of her completely naked tits.
"Wow, are you ever stacked," he smiled. "Now take off those fucking black lace panties, blondie!"
Reaching down to the elastic waist band of her panties, Diane let her hand slide down to her moist pubic vee. Tickling the blonde fleecy curls around her crotch, she smiled enticingly up at him.
"Hurry up or I'll tear those fucking panties off your white ass," he smiled in anxious anticipation of the unveiling of her alabaster body.
"You're too horny, honey," she laughed, deliberately pulling her hands away from her panties. That was too much for Willard. He wasn't waiting a second longer. His bloated black balls tingled with erotic excitement. He went over to her and tore her skimpy lace panties off, flinging them to the floor in a display of passion that pleased the erotic-driven blonde nymphomaniac.
Her heavy sigh and strange expression excited him. She stood there clad in nothing now, and was swaying slightly from drunkenness. He didn't bother with turning on the television set. Instead, he stretched out on the floor, and looked up. She stepped on either side of him. Willard looked up and the sight he saw inflamed his lust. He felt his cock swelling painfully blood full and erect. Diane enjoyed standing bare ass naked above him with her hands on her hips, her legs apart and he looked up her long legs and could see the glistening slit of her cunt buried in her blonde pubic pussy hairs. He enjoyed seeing the tight, deep crevice where her shapely buttocks met.
"The view from down here to up there around your crotch is real cool," he smiled, flashing his white teeth, and licking his lips.
As Willard watched, Diane's smooth hips began to gyrate, her legs spread apart. He watched her hands reach down to caress her pubic hair enticingly. He saw her forefinger slide its lubricated way up and down the length of her cunt and she began to slowly spread her legs, kneeling as she did so. Above was her slim stomach, now heaving with desire. His mesmerized eye traveled way up to where he caught sight of her generous-sized bosoms jutting out, nearly hiding her face. And just between Diane's cleavage, Willard saw her chin tilted, her head thrown back.
At this point, his hands began to caress the insides of her calves, running on up to stroke her inner thighs. As he watched he saw her fingers form on the lips of her vagina, slowly pulling it open and wide. The glistening red walls of her cunt were visible to him. Watching, his penis became ramrod hard again. Diane slowly began to gyrate. It was almost too much for him, seeing her cunt twitch and give, with one of her slick fingers sliding in and slipping out wet. Her smooth, curvaceous buttocks moved in a rubbery way, expanding enough to permit him an erotic glimpse of her anus. She felt a draft of cold air as she parted her ass-cheeks, to allow Willard a superb view of her tempting ass-crack. Willard was eager to lick her cunt. As she bent lower, spreading her legs wider while her fingers toyed with her throbbing little clitoris, slipping rhythmically in and out of her pink, juicy cunt.
Willard pushed her away, getting to his feet, and she fell back. At first he was surprised at her reaction. He thought Diane would get angry. But she didn't. Instead, he was certain he detected a lewd thrill surging through her body, making her tremble. He also felt he saw an odd look in her eyes, as if she wanted him to become her lord and master, and she would be his willing sex slave. The idea appealed to him enormously.
It didn't take him long to respond to what he felt was a mental message she was sending his way. He got to his feet and pulled her to the bed where he'd been momentarily sitting, watching her.
Diane lay on the bed, throwing her arms behind her head, and spreading her legs for him. Her magnificent breasts were heaving with passion, as she rolled her buttocks gently back and forth, and then began pumping her hips in slow, rhythmic pumping movements as if some huge invisible cock was screwing in and out of her cunt.
Sitting on the bed, and watching, Willard felt completely aroused. His eyes feasted on her body, naked and eager.
She squeezed her moist cunt together between her soft thighs and trembled with lustful desire. She writhed and undulated before him, her hot hand coming down to cup her big breasts. He crawled on the bed, panting between her luscious legs. He was kneeling between her legs, and his cock was held away from her cunt. He got right over her, and all of a sudden felt her long legs wrapping around his body, pulling him in as her firm, resilient buttocks wiggled underneath him, yearning for his huge cock. A strange passionate frenzy seized him. And he whispered, "One cool hooker I screwed showed me something once...."
"What did she show you, Tiger?"
"I don't know if you'd like it or not," he admitted.
"Tell me ... I'll do anything you say, Willard ... anything!"
He pulled up from her and smiled, "Roll over on your stomach!"
The masochistic lust glazed on her face excited him all the more. She knew what he had in mind and yearned for it.
Slowly, Diane rolled over. And the big black stud was gazing lewdly down at her curving, blond buttocks with hot desire. He let his black hands slide across her firm behind. Her ass cheeks were sensuous and symmetrical.
He loved to fondle them, to admire their warmth, and the rubbery firmness. Diane glanced over her shoulder to see the lewd expression on Willard's face as he played with her ass-cheeks, contemplating that erotic moment when he would stab his huge, thick prick up between them.
How Diane wished Steve could have been like Willard. Not afraid to try anything, or suggest anything. At the same instant, the black man was vividly recalling the woman who taught him how to sodomize her when he was a seventeen year old punk kid. She was a widow lady who hadn't been screwed for a long time and craved a man's cock in every orifice of her body. She'd taught him how to fuck her face, use a French Tickler on his prick when he drove in her cunt, and how to sodomize her. Vividly it all came back to him now ... her tight asshole. How she shoved back up to meet his obscene cockstabs. And how fantastic it felt when he plunged his cock all the way up her asshole and get his rocks off.
"Spread your legs," Willard whispered, his voice husky with lusty emotion. He felt his cock become harder as she obeyed, spreading her legs. At this position he could see the deep crevice between them widen until he caught sight of the tight anus. His cock quivered with anticipation of that erotic moment when he could make the big lunge from her asshole. He could see the curly, blonde pubic hair beneath her, around her cunt. He could hardly wait for that moment when he could get underneath and fuck her cunt. But right now he was going to start on her asshole. His hugeness flipped between her buttocks. He wanted to stab his rigid prick up her behind and watch her wiggle on his cock.
Spitting in his hand, he applied his own spittle to his cock. When it was glistening and slick, he began jabbing it between her clenched buttocks. She thought she was prepared for anything. In her imagination, she was. But the reality of accepting Willard's hugeness up her tight anus was frightening.
He began shoving his massive black cock up between her white ass-cheeks. At first, she resisted. He grabbed her buttocks, watching them rise in the air as he told her to spread her legs wider, so he could slide in all the way. She struggled to her knees, her legs spread apart now just as Willard had commanded. Her ass was held high, and Willard held each cheek spread apart and taut. Her defensely puckered little anus came into full view. From this angle, he could drive it up her butt with full force, and give her an ass-fuck she'd not soon forget.
Her tight young buttocks encased his driving black prick as he stabbed forward. Lunging up her asshole, he seized her hips, gripping her tightly and fucking her in wild abandon.
"Fuck ... fuck your asshole," he gasped, as he rutted up her butt without mercy.
"This is how you sodomize a woman," Willard grunted as he continued rutting up her asshole in wild abandon. As he plunged past Diane's tight anal ring, with a forceful stab, she moaned. He drove in as deep as it would go, feeling her ass twist and writhe, as he slammed it up her tight behind.
He loved having his full length of his shaft surrounded by the tightness of her rectum. The obscene pleasure of her behind twisting on his spearing prick drove her almost out of her mind.
"Fuck ... fuck," he gasped, slamming up her asshole with wild abandon. Her hips gyrated, writhing, twisting to get away from the searing, awful pain he was generating in her tightly clenched asshole as he ruthlessly continued driving it up her asshole. "Fuck! Fuck ... fuck it off!"
His sweaty balls slapped rhythmically against her upturned blond ass-cheeks, as he continued the anal assault.
She had to ask herself why she had been so crazy as to imagine she would enjoy such a savage fuck as sodomy. Was it some sub-conscious hidden guilt feeling deep within her that made her feel this way.
Willard was getting carried away, slapping her white ass cheeks as if directing her buttocks to perform for his pleasure.
"Shove back to me," he demanded, "I want to feel you cooperating. I'm enjoying it ... I want you to enjoy it too! Fuck ... fuck ... FUCK IT!"
She kept her hips gyrating, her ass twisting back up to meet his sliding cockstabs. To her surprise it did seem good now. Willard's fingernails were digging into her ass cheeks with each thrust. And it produced waves of convulsive pleasure as she pumped her buttocks up to him, and he rammed it to her, his sweaty, lust-bloated, black balls slapping obscenely at her ass crack with the down-swing.
Being sodomized was humiliating. Yet it was exciting and she could feel the pleasure of his penis riding up her tight ass-channel now. She was anxious to feel his slick sperm shoot from the tip of his huge, throbbing cock.
"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck it, "he begged as he went out of his mind driving his hugeness up her ass without mercy. The orgasm building within his balls was building. She loved the depravity of the act of sodomy and it sent tingles of delight racing up and down her spine to think Willard would slam it up her asshole with such savage force.
"Ohhh, ahhh, I'm almost there," the big black dude groaned, as he rode it savagely up her asshole at this passionate pitch of erotic entertainment he was experiencing with every thrust up her tight, tremendous asshole.
She wanted it just as bad as he wanted to give it to her.
"Fuck me ... fuck me in the ass," she hissed, tears coming down her cheeks as the pain of his plunging penis up her small rectum became almost unbearable. She was driven by a wild obsession to experience every kind of sex. And she thrilled to the plunging stabs of his hard prick plunging up her tight asshole without mercy. She could tell from his gasps, from his cock stabbing tempo, he was almost ready to cum.
"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck it," he gasped, driving his huge cock up her. She was moaning with every painful lunge, but she wanted it. What a strange, warped and wanton pleasure this obscene act of sodomy was providing her with. Willard instinctively understood how to fuck her, and he faithfully rode up her rectum, fucking like a madman.
"Ohhh, ahhhh, I'm cuming," he grunted, driving it up her asshole with wild abandon, and throwing his head back as he felt his cock stabs pump until he got his rocks off. His white hot cum shot up her butt like a bullet.
Diane clenched her teeth. "In the ass. Fuck me in the ass," she begged, thrilling to each spearing stab of his slick, long prick plunging up her behind lewdly.
Her blonde buttocks writhed, twisted, squeezing and milking the creamy sperm out of Willard's huge pecker.
"Milk me ... milk me with your asshole!"
He closed his eyes in sexual ecstasy, as she kept grasping at his cock with her ass-muscles, squeezing all the juice out of his huge rod. It was easy sliding now, up and down her cum-slick asshole. He sloshed in his own thick cum, enjoying it.
"I really got my gun off in your ass," he chuckled, as he withdrew. Diane collapsed in a heap, her body exhausted from the wild, wanton lewdness of their fuck.
"You like it that way, don't you?" he smiled, as he lay down on the bed, and slapped her buttocks gratefully.
"Yes," she replied, short of breath after such a wild romp.
Diane felt dizzy with passion and a violent urge to have Willard's mouth over her crotch seized her. She wanted to feel his hot lapping tongue swinging back and forth down there.
"I ... I want you bad," she told him finally, "go down on me!"
Willard didn't require a second invitation. He was anxious to explore every beautiful crevice of her body with his tongue. Yet right now, he wanted a drink. Going over to where he'd flung his sports coat, he found it and reached for a small flask of booze. Putting it up to his lips once he'd opened the container, he threw his head back and drank.
"Stop it," Diane protested, "you'll get so roaring drunk you won't want to eat my pussy." Putting the flask away, Willard laughed in her face. "No way, I'm always hungry for fresh cunt!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Willard began his love-making by sucking on her melon-size breasts. All of the time he was doing this, his hand reached down to her crotch. His fingers invaded her cunt and he was flicking his fingertips back and forth, causing her hips to gyrate in time to his finger-stabs.
But what she wanted was for him to have his face over her crotch, and she didn't hesitate to tell him so. Shamelessly, Diane opened her legs for him, waiting for him to slip his wet tongue inside her.
Willard finished nibbling at her nipples and made the erotic journey down to her crotch. He reached behind her, clasping her smooth ass cheeks, and bringing her cunt to his face. His tongue slowly slipped along her hair-fringed fissure. Diane's thighs closed in on him as she responded to the electrical sexual thrills of his tongue pumping into her, driving her into a frenzy.
Her raging cuntal heat was a good match for the hot, inspired tongue stabs of her lover.
Willard's probing tongue surged inside her, gently sliding from one side to the other, as her hips undulated to his pistoning tongue stabs. Her moist, hot inner thighs pressed against his cheeks, as if to lock him in the cuntal embrace that had her pussy blazing with desire now.
"Ohhhh, Willard," she groaned as the hot tongue flipping movements across her clitoris caused her to writhe in the throes of sexual ecstasy. Willard could taste her starting to juice. Wanting to make it last as long as possible, he pulled his tongue out of her cunt, holding her ass-cheeks up in the air as he licked her there. Returning to her pulsating pussy, he pumped his tongue into her again and sucked noisily. The lewd suck sounds he was making as he ate her cunt added another note of passionate delight to their wild lovemaking.
Throwing her legs over his shoulders, she pumped her cunt in his face. Willard's hot, anxious hands held Diane's buttocks tightly. He had his nose, his mouth, his lips, his teeth in her pussy and was sucking her hard there.
"Ohhhh, ahhhh, eat me ... eat my cunt," she gasped, as her legs tightened their grip on him and she juiced. The taste of her triggered his tongue to fiery action. Lapping, licking, sucking hungrily he kept eating her cuntal juices. When he pulled his tongue out of her, she could see he had another hard-on.
As he displayed his throbbing long cock to her, she reached for it. She wanted to pull on it, feel it, tongue it. He straddled her, letting his firm, round black buttocks rest on her curving blonde breasts. He aimed his hugeness at her mouth, and she licked it with a couple anxious tongue swipes.
When she detected cum oozing out of the small slit at the crown of his throbbing penis, she told him to shove it in her cunt.
"I want to feel that big prick of yours sliding in my pussy," she told him anxiously. "Get down there, Willard and fuck me!"
Before Willard shoved his prick meat in her cunt, he moved down to her bosoms, resting his huge black prick between her smooth tits. With gentle hand movements, he pressed her tits in a rhythmic way back and forth against his hard cock.
"Yes, yes," she moaned, "Ohhhh, just like that! I ... I want it ... fuck me ... fuck me!"
Willard had a sadistic smile on his face as he watched Diane's head toss and turn on the pillow as she pleaded for him to shove it in her. He liked to see her beg for it. It provided him with a special kick. "Sure, I'll screw your cunt," he smiled.
He got off the bed, went over to his pants, and got out a small box. Diane was curious to know what it contained. She didn't have long to wait. Opening it, Willard pulled out a small French Tickler, and slipped it over the head of his huge black penis.
"This will make it feel real good inside your cunt," he told her. Getting back on the bed, he told her to spread her smooth legs for him. Diane opened her thighs for him, anxious to feel him entering, curious to know what a French Tickler would feel like.
She reached once more to grasp his long, thick cock. It throbbed under her gentle touch, swelling into a full, jutting erection. For an erotic moment, her two hands encircled the turgid, thick penis flesh, as she stroked it lovingly, working the fleshy skin back and forth between the palms of her hands, as his cock swelled into full, virile hardness.
She parted her legs a little more, and Willard could see the beads of perspiration that -rimmed the tender pink lips of her vagina, as her legs opened, the tempting folds of her pussy seemed to flower into eager openness. She was begging for it. She needed a long hard prick stabbing in her cunt.
The big black dude reached-underneath her, letting his hands clasp the voluptuous swell of her buttocks. She was almost shaking as she felt him slowly entering her. The French Tickler tipped cock was driving in her cunt with forceful, hard cockstabs.
"Fuck ... fuck me," he gasped, driving in her now with a driving, plunging jab.
She knew just how badly she needed to be fucked as she felt his hugeness entering. His giant-size penis throbbed, thrilling her so much she was almost shaking. Her hands reached up to clutch his asscheeks and squeeze them as he began vigorously plunging into her.
Willard loved her jasmine-scented body beneath him. He pressed frantically against her, and felt her pumping up to meet him, as he rode his cock into her cunt.
"You're so big and hard," she smiled, as her cuntal muscles gripped his stabbing penis. She was getting so hot now, her breath was coming in short, shallow gasps. Her fingernails dug into his back, as he went on riding her.
Parting Willard's black ass-cheeks, she eased a finger up his tight anus. As her finger worked energetically up his asshole, giving him a good prostate gland massage, his lips crushed down on hers. Her mouth opened as his tongue slid inside. She sucked on his tongue, enjoying it immensely.
Diane's cunt muscles grasped his throbbing, hard cock as he continued plunging into her cunt with a determined, driving motion. She lustfully looked up at him, and told him how much she enjoyed having his manhood in her mound.
"I ... I love your hard cock," she mumbled in her passion-glazed heat. He brushed his strong chest over her tits, now and then crushing down on them. Her sensuous finger continued stabbing up his asshole, and she could feel his swollen balls. She could hardly wait for these pulsing, swollen balls to explode, and send his hot heavy cum gushing like a torrent into her hungry cunt.
She breathed gaspingly, slipping her finger from his asshole, and grasping his pumping hips with the insides of her thighs. Their naked, sweat-drenched bodies slapped together in their incredible lust for one another. The French Tickler on the tip of his thick, hard black cock supplied an added measure of erotic delight for her. Her pumping cunt muscles squeezed his driving pecker, adding to the pleasure of both of them.
It happened without warning, her orgasm exploded with bullet-like impact. She screamed as if her very life was ebbing from her quivering body, as she clung to him, going out of her mind with cock-hungry excitement.
"Yes ... agggghhhhhh, I'm cummming, I'm cummmming!." She bleated animalishly, throwing her blonde head from side to side, bucking and writhing in erotic ecstasy, as the powerful black lover bore down into her cunt like a stud attacking a mare.
Tears swept down her cheeks. She was fully satisfied at last. Th was the kind of wild fucking she enjoyed, the kind she thrilled to, the kind she felt she must have.
Compulsively, she threw her legs upward, pressing her milky white, soft thighs against his black pumping body, as he kept screwing her. He was anxious to get his orgasm. He wanted to feel his cock shooting in her cunt.
"Fuck ... fuck, fuck it!" he gasped, enjoying the erotic ride she was giving him in her tight, hot cunt.
"Beg for it!" the big black dude demanded, pulling his slick, long cock way out, and then ramming it deep into her cunt hole. "Scream for it, fucker! I'll give you a belly full of cum if that's what you want!"
"I want your cum," she cried compulsively, "I want to feel that big black pecker of yours shooting off inside me. Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Lust contorted Diane's face, her mouth hung slack, her eyes had a lust-glazed look that told Willard he was screwing a nympho, a female whose sexual appetites had generated a burning heat in her loins that only his blazing cock could satisfy. He was glad to be making it with a woman whose passions matched his own.
"Ohhh, fuck ... fuck it, cunt," he cried, and then she felt him cuming.
"I'm cummmmmming," the black dude gasped, rutting in her with all his might, "Ohhhhhh, does that ever feel fantastic!
He threw his head back, groaning as his balls emptied their viscous fullness into her belly. She was soaking in his sticky, thick, pungent cum. His cock pistoned smoothly, rhythmically into her slick, hot, grasping cunt hole. At last she was being taken care of.
"Fill me up with your cum," she cried passionately, "I ... I want every drop of you in me ... fuck ... fuck...!" she hissed through clenched teeth.
Willard's throbbing, long cock continued sliding in her as she cooperated, pumping her pelvis up, and grinding her hips. His hot hands reached for her tits, pinching the nipples as he finished. Slowly, he withdrew his penis, some of his cum dripping on her flat stomach.
"You sure gave me a good screwing," she smiled at him. His cock was slick and remained hard. She reached out to touch its cum-coated blood-engorged surface.
"You like?" he smiled down at her.
"Very much," she answered.
"Lick the cum off my pecker," he demanded.
Diane let her tongue slide along the length of his manhood, working it smoothly to his weighty, sweaty balls.
"I always enjoy having a girl suck on my nuts," he told her.
She didn't have to be told twice. She was just as eager to supply him with the kicks as he was to receive them. Gently her teeth nibbled at his balls. And soon she was sucking on his testicles, enjoying the sensation of letting them slide into the warm moisture of her mouth.
"Ohhh, ahhhh, yes ... yessssss!" Willard smiled, lying back now, and spreading his legs. "Finger my asshole, while you lick my balls," he smiled down at her affectionately.
Easing her index finger up Willard's tight black asshole, she continued sucking on his pulsing balls, enjoying it more every moment.
"Yes ... just like that...." he smiled, his body writhing and twisting in erotic ecstasy.
She kept this up, until she released his balls, and started licking around the base of his long, black shaft. And then to her amazement, he suddenly objected.
"That's enough, "he warned her. The look on his face was one of displeasure, and this bothered her.
Curious to know why there was such a sudden transition in his mood, she didn't hesitate to ask him, "What's the matter?"
"You've sucked enough cum out of my pecker for one night," he said emphatically.
She was lying between his legs, resting one hand on his thigh, as she asked him if he wasn't man enough to give her some more fucking. Glaring down at her, Willard snapped, "I'm man enough to take care of you, lady. You're one of them nymphos and no man can be drained by a cocksucking vulture like you all the time or he wouldn't be able to stand up."
That didn't exactly please Diane. After all, she felt as though she had given Willard a fantastic romp in the water-bed at the fuck motel. After all, he had made such a play to get her there. Now, he sounded as though he was dissatisfied, and she was puzzled.
"That's a nice thing to say when a girl gives you a good time. I did everything you asked me to."
Willard nodded, but tried to explain, "I know! But, enough is enough, Diane! Don't you understand?"
"I ... I'm afraid I do," she said, "but where does that leave me?"
Willard wanted her to understand and he tried to explain it to her. "Some women were meant for more than one man!"
"And you think I'm that kind of woman?"
"Definitely," he nodded, "I can tell by the way you enjoy getting screwed. And it's wonderful!"
Not understanding at all, Diane asked coldly, "What's wonderful about it. I'm ready for some more sex ... and you tell me to forget it for tonight, anyway!"
"You should have had two men in bed with you tonight, Diane," Willard finally told her bluntly. "I doubt Seriously if one man could ever satisfy you!"
"An orgy?" she laughed, "I'm not the type!"
"That's what you think," Willard insisted, "you need to get all the sex you can. If you had one man sucking on your cunt, while you licked his prick, another man could sodomize you. You'd love it!"
"Why didn't you suggest that in the first place?" she pouted.
"Because I didn't know what an insatiable sexual appetite you have," he explained.
Diane decided the fun and sex games was over. She got off the bed and took a shower. Immediately her newfound lover joined her. She washed him off, letting the soap slide the length of his still erect long black cock, coveting the cum that could spurt from its tip when the lust-bloated balls would unload.
Willard enjoyed washing her bosoms, pinching the nipples, and fingering her pussy, teasing the lips with his fingertips, and causing her dismay by brushing the head of his meaty erection back and forth across her cunt.
Finally, she soaped his cock, and pushed herself against its blood-engorged head.
She thrilled to the sensation of his huge, throbbing, slippery cock sliding in her pussy. Using tremendous control, Willard decided he would permit his penis to enter her grasping cunt, but he wouldn't go off again. He had gone off quite a few times that night.
However, as he pumped his penis inside her he got so aroused he couldn't stand it much longer. She had a certain milking motion that she could use with her cuntal muscles that kept him completely aroused. So much so in fact that as he held her wet ass-cheeks and the shower water continued pouring over their naked bodies, he told her what he wanted to do next.
"I want you to bend over and I'll sodomize you," he smiled, the sadistic delight surfacing around the corners of his mouth as he contemplated plunging his rigid manhood up her behind.
"Alright," she agreed.
She watched him pulling his slick, long black penis from her cunt. And then she turned around and bent over. The shower-water splashed on her up-turned curvaceous blonde ass-cheeks. Willard soaped his cock, until he could make it slick enough to slide easily up her asshole.
Reaching down with his large, black hands, he gently parted her ass-cheeks, inserting his long, black cock.
"I'm going to fuck you," he smiled, shoving forward. His penis penetrated her rectum. He was shoving forward now with intensity.
"Fuck! Fuck it," he panted, riding up her rubbery ass-cheeks until his throbbing, huge penis head stopped at her tight, puckered up anus. Pausing for only a second, he suddenly rammed forward with all of his might. His skewering thickness almost tore her in two as he slid past her tight anus, breaking through the barrier, and right up her asshole.
His balls slapped lewdly against her ass-cheeks, as he pistoned into her twisting behind. Roughly, the black man slapped her smooth, silken ass-cheeks, as he continued invading the tight confines of her asshole. At first, the painful entrance made her cry out in pain. Willard had quickly clamped a hand over her mouth. He didn't want someone in the next unit of the motel to think he was killing her.
Once, her ass-muscles had stretched to accommodate his hugeness, she could take all of his cock, and enjoy.
"Fuck ... fuck ... fuckit!" he panted, as he watched her undulating hips, and thrilled to the sensation of touching her rubbery, blonde ass-cheeks, as his slick, black spear continued sliding up her asshole.
"Ohh, ahhh, yes ... yes," he moaned, turned on all the way by the tightness of her behind.
"You're right alright," he panted, pumping in with all his manly might. "Churn your ass around! That's how you do it! Fuck, fuck it for me!"
A feeling of triumph surfaced in her, as she had gotten Willard to go back on his word. Previously, he had told her he had had enough fucking for one night. But with a little persuasion, she had managed to get him horny and going again. She loved the arousing sensation of his slippery, black balls slapping obscenely against her ass-cheeks.
Willard got a big charge out of shoving his dick-meat all the way in her asshole, and then shoving it way back. With every down-swing of his huge cock, the balls slapped tantalizingly.
"Fuck my ass," she cried passionately, "I want to feel it! All the way up my ass ... higher ... ahhhhh, ohhhh, yessssss!"
The arousing sensation of his thick, skewering cock stabbing up her butt was bringing her to a point of erotic frenzy. Her cuntal juices were ready to cum now. With every jab of his manhood, she felt new sensations surfacing. And then he was there. His thick, hard prick exploded in her asshole. He was sliding in his own cum, dramatically driving his long black prick in and out of her blonde butt. She enjoyed the slick, sloshing sound his pistoning penis created. When he would pull way out, she could feel a draft of cold air invade her asshole.
"Ohhh, ahhhhh," he groaned, "fuck iiiiiit!"
Diane's tight, twisting asshole provided him with the perfect fuck. She milked him, and he loved it. When he finally pulled his flaccid black prick out of her blonde ass, he sighed, "you're too much for one man!"
He got out of the shower and dried off, and so did ' she. They both said very little as they dressed and he drove her back to the bar. Dawn was streaking the horizon as she drove back to her apartment. It had been a long, eventful night. Willard never asked for her last name or phone number or anything, and she hadn't asked him for his. They both knew what they wanted from each other, and that was enough!
CHAPTER TWELVE
When Diane got up around four in the afternoon the following Sunday, Willard's words hung in her mind, "you're too much for one man," and she wondered if there was any truth in his comment.
She tried to console herself with the fact she was a mature, completely liberated woman. If men could go out to a bar on Saturday night, and search for sex, and sex alone, why couldn't a woman?
Yet, there was always that tell-tale feeling of guilt that kept surfacing and try as she would, she couldn't completely whip it. It did seem terrifying to think she would have to go through life hunting for two men, instead of one, she thought to herself. But as Diane let her imagination take hold of her, she found herself liking the idea.
There was nothing wrong with that. She had tried every way she knew how to be honest with herself. She had enjoyed sex with a sixteen year old boy. As long as Rodger didn't talk around Jackson High about their wanton affair, she would be alright. She would cope with it. He would either be getting a girl pregnant, picking up venereal disease, or using his hand she thought. At least, she wasn't going to bear a child for him and the state to support, and she was free from venereal disease, and she prided herself in the fact her vagina could give him a world of satisfaction, compared to his solitary hand-job, with his eyes no doubt focusing on a colorful centerfold of some naked model.
Then there was Steve Graham, the History Teacher who had enjoyed her but felt she had gone too far sexually. What a rude prude, she thought to herself. After giving him such a wonderful time, he had a lot of gaul to complain about her being oversexed ... even if it might indeed be the truth. After all, there was nothing wrong in being over-sexed. What would men do if there were no women who wanted it ... every conceivable way. She prided herself in her achievement. She was going the badge that had been pinned on her as a sign of something special. Sure, she might well be a nympho. She looked up the definition and had to agree her sexual appetities were insatiable. She even wished she could give Principal Bruce Collingswood a good time in bed. But that might be carrying things too far.
The next day when she was conducting her last class period, she couldn't help notice young Rodger Hanson couldn't keep his eyes off her. This bothered her. He had no right to feast his eyes on her in the classroom. Naturally, this would arouse suspicion.
Having no option but to tell him what she was thinking, she called out to him to stay after school when the class bell rang, signaling the close of the school day.
Nervously, Rodger stepped forward. When everyone was gone from the classroom, the young student volunteered to tell her what was bothering him so much all during the class period.
"I ... I hate to tell you this," he confessed, "but I've been miserable all weekend."
"Let me tell you something first," she insisted, "today you were staring at me all during the class period. Several students noticed this, and you are arousing suspicion about you know what . ... "
Sheepishly, with obvious embarrassment, the young boy tried to explain to her why he was staring at her all during the prior class period. "I ... I'm so horny for you I'm almost going off in my shorts," he explained.
Her heart thundered as she heard him say this. She was totally frustrated now. She wanted this young sixteen year old boy so badly. She wanted to feel his huge, young, virile cock plunging into her cunt, her mouth, even her asshole. But, she didn't dare suggest any more sexual interludes between them.
"I understand," she said softly, "tonight, my place ... seven ... is that alright with you?"
The young boy nodded nervously. "Yes ... I ... I'll be there!" He turned and was about to step out of the classroom when she stopped him, and warned, "don't, please don't tell anybody, do you hear?"
Rodger nodded. When she checked out that night, she was glad nobody spoke to her. She didn't want to think about anything but Rodger. That marvelous moment when they would be naked together in bed. She was living for sex, risking everything, she knew. And yet, as if she was being sucked in my quicksand, she felt helpless to do anything about the disaster track the train of her emotions was taking her on.
That night at seven she was ready for Rodger. She'd rested, taken a lingering jasmine-scented bath, and now was prepared. With her most tempting filmy black lacy nylon negligee, she met him at the door when the doorbell rang and got the surprise of her life. Rodger had someone with him.
"Hello," the new person with the sixteen year old boy smiled, "aren't you going to let us in?"
"I ... I don't know you," the teacher told him anxiously, hoping they both would go away now. Rodger would have proof now. Before it could be called, "rumor", or "cheap gossip", but now-if she carried on with the teenage student and anybody was present, she was doomed and she knew it. So did the young boy who looked about college age who stood behind Rodger. "I'm Dave ... Rodger's older brother," he smiled, "my little brother told me what you did for him and I thought maybe you would do it for both of us!"
"I'll call the police if you persist in bothering me," she declared.
But Dave only laughed, shoving his way inside her apartment.
"You won't call anybody. Molesters can't call the shots!"
Rodger was looking at her body. It was easy to see her beautiful bosoms with their distended nipples through the sheer black nylon watered for the teacher. He could imagine licking her cunt, sucking her juices, playing with her naked tits. He was so preoccupied with this he wasn't giving a thought to the threats his brother was making.
"Get your ass in the bedroom," Dave told the teacher, "we'll both fuck you!"
"I ... I won't do any such thing," Diane almost shrieked, "you're demented!"
"So a molester is calling me demented," he chuckled confidently. He walked into the bedroom, and she followed. "Get out!" she demanded.
"Come on, give yourself a break. You know you'd like two men at the same time!"
Those words had a powerful psychological effect upon her. Even though she knew she shouldn't pay attention to him, and he was only using strategy to get into bed with her, she had to admit others had said the same thing. Maybe it was true. Maybe she was a "natural" nympho if there was such a thing as a "natural" nympho. She had to admit Dave was a good looking kid, and he must be college age. He knew what he was doing and she wasn't afraid to admit this to herself. She wanted him, and wanted him bad, in spite of the danger fraught in their erotic episode.
Dave undressed quickly, and so did his younger brother Rodger. The two of them stood before her with their cocks erect.
Dave came over and eased her out of the nylon negligee, letting it slip over her blonde shoulders and onto the floor. She was naked before the two of them now, and he could hardly wait.
"You get her cunt," Dave told Rodger, "and I'll shove it up her asshole!"
It didn't take Rodger long to listen to his brother. Hastily he went over to the bed, and lay on his back. His erect cock glistened, as he waited for the teacher to mount him.
"Go ahead," Dave insisted. Turning, she stepped over to the bed, and finally did straddle the young teenage school boy. She pulled his throbbing long penis to her moistening vagina.
At the same time, Dave mounted her from behind. He watched in the mirror, as she shoved down on his brother's sturdy penis.
"Good fit," he smiled, "I just hope I can slide my prick up your asshole as easy as my brother got his pecker in your cunt!"
Her body quivered in fear as she anticipated Dave riding his prick up her behind. She knew he would not be an easy person to satisfy. As difficult as it was, she x determined she would make the most of it.
Dave spit in his hand, applying his own spittle to his throbbing long penis. Parting her round, curving ass cheeks, he began slowly inserting his cock.
"Relax," he told the teacher, but Diane couldn't relax. Even though she had lived this scene in her imagination, the reality of it was frightful and she wasn't sure she could cope at all.
Clasping her resilient ass-cheeks, he slowly shoved forward. His thick, skewering cock rode up her rectum. She felt him approaching the tight anus and again, her body quaked.
But Dave didn't find it difficult at all. He was bound and determined to ride into her. With a sudden shove, he plunged his penis right up her asshole. His weighty balls slapped against her bare buttocks, as he rode into her. "Ohhhhh, ahhh, you're tight, Teach," he gasped, as he went on rutting up her asshole. She didn't know how much more of this she could stand.
"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck it," he gasped. His throbbing, long penis drove up her asshole without mercy.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes ... yessssssssss!" Rodger panted, pumping with such savage force she thought she was being torn in two.
Right in the midst of their wild sexual encounter, Diane was certain she heard footsteps.
"I heard something," she told them both.
Dave laughed, paying no attention. "You're hearing things. You should be listening to my nuts when I drive my prick up your asshole. Shove up to me, Teach. That's it! Just like that!"
Just then, the door was flung open, and Principal Collingswood looked at the scene on the teacher's bed.
"Good God!" he exclaimed, "what in hell is going on here?"
And behind the Principal came Rodger and David's father. He stood there in the doorway for one awful instant, and came rushing over to his sons. "Get off her," he demanded. "Get off that wicked woman!"
As Dave pulled his flaccid cock from the teacher's rectum, she looked up. "They raped me!" she insisted, "both of them!"
She pulled up off Rodger's penis which had gone limp and hurried into the bathroom. The two young boys dressed swiftly as their father chided them. And then the Principal spoke with the boy's father, Jerry Hanson.
"Do you want to press charges over molestation?" He asked quietly. "Of course, you know she'll claim rape ... and this could drag on forever."
"If you can get her to resign," he said evenly, "that is all I require. Just get her to resign ... I don't want her getting some other kid in trouble like my son Rodger."
A few moments later, Bruce Collingswood and the new teacher were talking it all over in the kitchen.
"But they did rape me," she insisted, "honest to God they did!"
"And you never had sex with Rodger before?" the Principal asked with a stony stare. "Never before?"
Tears were flooding her eyes now, as she sobbed, "Alright, so I did have sex with him before!"
"That's what I thought," the Principal said sadly, "and I can't help you on that molestation charge as you know it's true. The boy's father will drop the molestation with his son Rodger if you'll drop any rape charges and resign!"
"I ... I couldn't do that," she protested. At that point, the boy's father burst into the kitchen.
"Oh, yes you can, Miss Leslie," he declared, "I'm a father and I'm not going to let you get by with this ... you had better resign, and find some other occupation. It's for your own good!"
Silently, she nodded.
The next day, Diane went to Fort Jackson, as the kids all called Jackson High and scrawled her name on the bottom of the resignation form the Principal handed her.
"I'm sorry it had to end this way," he consoled her. "So am I," Diane said sadly.
