More mature readers of Phyllis Baxter's important new novel will probably recall an era during which secondary education in America differed considerably from the system employed over most of the United States today. The questions of students' rights, academic freedom, and faculty-student relationships which have dominated the university scene during the last decade have not been lost on our high schools; even our junior highs and grade schools are affected. And though in some institutions there have been disturbances, rebellion perhaps, even temporary lapses into scholastic anarchy, most educators agree that the trend as a whole has been toward improvement in the educational system if improvement is measured by what the student is able to learn.
Some academies might even pose the suggestion that the scholastic establishment has learned from this evolution.
On the grittiest level, Miss Baxter's brilliant, though perhaps shocking, novel revolves around a short story written by a talented teenager and submitted to an attractive, but frigid freshman class English teacher. The story is a parable of innocence and corruption, these contrasting forces presented through the metaphor of a vivid and shocking sexual encounter and the bizarre chain of events launched by that encounter. The story itself, in the broader context of the novel, launches an equally bizarre chain of events in the young teacher's life. Revolution and anarchy, allegorical to the broader scheme, reign in the mind, reflected in the actions of the English teacher-heroine as she alternately changes her grading of the story from "F" to "A", then back to "F", as she tries to come to terms first with the content of the story, then her own make-up, with her sexual frustrations and the sudden desire unleashed in her by the catalyzing effects of a fourteen year old's vivid imagination.
Some readers may be shocked by the sexual detail of this novel, as English teacher Karen White is shocked by the sexual detail of the story her student hands her. Her own dilemma builds to a climax when she has a sexual encounter with the worldly young student who instigated the writing of the story, then an actual affair with the young author a development that will certainly appall some readers, particularly parents who presently have school-age children. But the publishers would hasten to point out that this novel was not published as an expose of faculty morals, nor for the purpose of exploiting any existing failings along those lines in our school systems today. We felt authoress Baxter was dealing with the more human, and perhaps in the long run more important, elements the relationship of student body to faculty, governed to authority, and in its broader ramifications the relationship between the generations and the ability of each to learn from the other.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
"Man, would you look at that ass!"
Joe Wilson took a deep drag from his cigarette and blew smoke out the window of his room on the second floor of the quad, his eyes riveted on the sensuous blonde woman making her way down the sidewalk below toward the main class buildings. The handsome fourteen year old boy sighed, then looked back at his friend Bobby Carter, who sat in the straight-backed chair before Joe's study desk.
"Yeah," Bobby said. "Miss White's a hell of a good-looking woman."
Joe took another drag of his cigarette, silent for a moment, then asked thoughtfully, "I wonder if she ever gets laid?"
Bobby blinked with obvious relish at the mere thought. "She must. A sexy dame like her. And she's twenty-four. Hell, she must get laid by somebody."
"I wonder," said Joe. "Somehow I find it hard to believe a broad could be so uptight about class work and old English poefry and stuff as Miss White is if she was getting her fair share of cock."
"Well, she's an English teacher," said Bobby. "English teachers are supposed to be interested in old poetry and everything."
"Maybe you're right," said Joe, snuffing his cigarette out on the windowsill. "But I still think she's sexually hung-up. I think that's why she's so hard on us in class."
"But why would such a good-looking dame as Miss White be hung-up?"
"She'd get hung-up if she didn't get any sex. And I don't think Miss White gets any."
Joe turned back to the window and watched the shapely blonde ascend the steps before the main building. She really did have a good-looking body, full high-set breasts, slender waist, tight ripely rounded ass cheeks and long sensuous legs. And her face was pretty too. She had what you call bedroom eyes. But that wasn't quite accurate either because there was in them another quality, a quality Joe Wilson couldn't even have defined a fear, perhaps even desperation. And it was perhaps that as much as her over-zealous attitude to the class she taught, which convinced Joe that Miss White wanted, secretly at least, something she wasn't getting.
"I don't know," Bobby Carter said with a sigh. "I just wish I could figure out what I'm going to write for that stupid paper she assigned us to turn in next week. It's hard enough for a guy like me to write a passable paper when the teacher tells you exactly what she wants it to be about. But this business of telling you to write anything you want, in any form, about any subject that interests you just leaves a guy with the damned near impossible problem of trying to guess what might interest her. And I can't write worth a shit anyway."
"I can't either," said Joe. "But I sure as hell know what I'd do if I could write."
"What's that?"
Joe turned slowly back from the window, looking intently across the room at his friend. "I'd write the dirtiest short story you ever saw."
Bobby was silent for a long time. But Joe could see that the idea, which he'd been mulling over secretly in his mind ever since Miss White had first given them the assignment, struck his friend as being a good one.
"Why don't you do it?" Bobby asked finally. "Why don't you just go ahead and write a pornographic story anyway and see what she does with it?"
Joe shook his head. "It wouldn't work. I can't write. And you know what Miss White thinks about bad writing. If I wrote her a bad dirty story, she'd come down on me really hard. It'd have to be a good one or it wouldn't work. "
Bobby nodded slowly. "I guess you're right."
Then both boys listened attentively as the sound of footsteps appeared outside in the dormitory hall. They grew louder, then there was the sound of the door opening to the adjoining room. Joe knew from the expression on his friend's face that Bobby was thinking the same thing he was.
"It would never work," Bobby said after a moment, shaking his head. "Craig would never do it."
"How do you know?"
"He just doesn't have the guts, man," said Bobby. "And besides, he wouldn't even know how to write a story like that. He may be a good writer, but he doesn't know the first thing about sex. I don't think he's even kissed a girl."
"That doesn't matter," said Joe. "It's like Miss White was telling us the other day about that English woman, you know that old maid that wrote Wuthering Heights. She lived her whole life with her sister, never had anything to do with men or anything and she wrote one of the greatest love stories ever told."
"So what?"
"Well, if an old maid like that can write a great love story, Craig Martin should be able to write a great fuck story. Especially if we help him."
Bobby pondered this for a moment, then shrugged. "All right, what the hell? I really would like to see the look on Miss White's face after she reads it if we can get him to write it, that is."
"He'll write it," Joe said with conviction.
CHAPTER TWO
Karen White let the thin robe slip lightly from her near naked body. Beneath it she wore nothing but a pair of flimsy near transparent panties, and she was unable to resist the temptation to turn and glance briefly at the unconcealed curves of her naked flesh reflected in the three-quarter-length dresser mirror. Karen knew that although she was almost twenty-five years old she still had the body of a maturing teenage girl, and even if she were often repulsed by the kind of attention she attracted from men, she couldn't help being secretly proud at times like this times when she was alone, protected in the solitude of her own apartment.
The young blonde English teacher stared intently at her soft milk-white reflection, gently illuminated by the shaded lamp which lit her bedroom, letting her gaze drop slowly down from her sultry pouty-lipped face to her soft round shoulders, then descend gradually lower over the voluptuous swells of her nipple-peaked breasts, her slender girlish waist and long shapely thighs. Then, suddenly ashamed of her narcissism, she turned abruptly away and walked quickly over to the closet in the corner of the room. She took out the short transparent nightie she was accustomed to be sleeping in in the warm weather of the spring and summer, and slipped the panty-length gown over her shoulders, then returned to the bed and flicked on the reading lamp. Karen was in a strange mood tonight, for some reason, certainly not a proper mood for grading papers. But she'd made the assignment, and now the grading had to be done.
The still half-naked blonde sat down cross-legged on the bed atop the covers, leaned over to the edge to extract a stack of papers from the folder that rested on the floor, then took out the red grading pencil she always kept handy in her nightstand drawer. The teasing friction of the thin material of the nightie causing her naked nipples to swell to tingling rigidity, she straightened back up and spread the papers out on the bed before her. Automatically her eyes sought out the cover sheet with Craig Martin's name in the upper right hand corner, and though she'd only sought it out of curiosity, intending to save what she expected would be the only really interesting story for the last, she was now unable to resist reaching for it immediately as she saw the astonishing title.
It was a short story called, of all things, "The Trials of Isabelle". The mere title had a Victorian ring, contrary to anything Karen might have conceivably expected to receive from Craig Martin, and in spite of herself Karen was compelled to turn back the cover sheet. Then, as she read the first sentence, she began to realize that the vague suspicions she'd experienced upon seeing the title had not been unfounded.
Isabelle was a simple girl, with the body of a lovely young woman and the mind which had not developed since her eleventh birthday, thus sparing her, in the eyes of her devout guardians, the eventual obligation to give an account of the deeds of her life when came THE DREADED DAY OF JUDGEMENT.
Following swiftly upon that sentence, which instantly gripped Karen's attention, as much with fear as curiosity about what was to come, was a vivid and shocking description of Isabelle's body. And skillfully interwoven with the physical description was an account of the Gothic traditions under which the young girl lived: Rigorously watched over by the aunt and uncle who had taken over her care after the sudden death of her parents, the young girl spent her nights locked in a garret on the second floor of a two-story colonial mansion, situated apparently somewhere in New England. The story seemingly took place sometime in the nineteen-forties, though the time was merely evoked, as vague as the actual setting. The girl had developed the habit of waiting at her window at night for a young soldier who was accustomed to passing on the street below. He, in turn, became accustomed to stopping and watching her for extended periods of time.
It should have been an almost tragic comic story, were it not for Craig's skillful handling. From the omniscient or exterior point of view in which he began, he slipped smoothly into what was referred to in the story as "the blank slate of Isabelle's mind," and the narration was exposed in a fragmented account of her simple and unevaluating thought processes, combining the exposition of her relationship with the soldier and the development of the character of her two strict and puritanical guardians, with a terse and simple accounting of the trivia of her day-to-day existence evolving smoothly into sexual drama. Karen was flabbergasted when the soldier eventually got extremely drunk one Right, climbed a tree outside the house and made his way across the roof to the window of the garret to slip inside and have sex with the unresisting girl. She had expected nothing else, but the explicitness of the scene, and the oral rape the soldier subjected the unresisting girl to was almost more than Karen could handle. Yet in spite of all her shock and indignation, the young English teacher could not put the story down. She read breathlessly through the description of their shattering climax, the capture of the young soldier by Isabelle's uncle, the chilling threat of castration, the shocking trial in which the young girl, still understanding nothing of what she was doing, gave the detailed account of the perverted seduction which convicted the soldier. One last scene followed, the most chilling of the entire story, during which Isabelle uncomprehendingly allowed her guardians to fit her with the chastity belt she would, presumably, wear for the rest of her life.
With trembling hands Karen gathered up the rest of the papers from her bed and stacked them carelessly on the nightstand. She was absolutely flabbergasted. She didn't know when she'd ever read anything so shocking in her life and she could hardly imagine how Craig Martin could have written it or that the normally shy and sensitive youngster could possess the audacity to present something of this nature to his freshman English teacher.
Slowly Karen's eyes returned to the stapled manuscript which still rested on the bed before her bare, crossed legs. Shocked and upset as she was, she had to admit that it was well-written and skillfully handled. She could even concede that a grain of social significance, and the scene at the end where the lecherous, hypocritical uncle supervised the emplacement of the chastity belt on the uncomprehending girl's body, necessarily naked from the waist down, had an absolutely devastating effect. But those factors hardly seemed important now. Nor was it the quality of the writing that had seized the attention of the now almost distraught blonde English teacher. That was the worst part of it all her own reaction.
Karen couldn't remember when she had been so gripped by a piece of fiction. But her interest during the reading had been not in the literary merit of the story, if that indeed existed, but in the sheer sexual tension. Somehow she had identified with the beautiful but simpleminded heroine. In spite of her intelligence and her considerable education, the young English teacher often felt herself strangely similar to the girl Craig had written about, vulnerable and helpless in much the same way, emotionally forever a child.
Slowly Karen extended her legs out straight on the bed, leaving them still wide apart so that Craig's manuscript rested between her thighs. Then, becoming suddenly aware of the vague but nonetheless disturbing symbolism implicit in this, she quickly seized the manuscript and placed it atop the others on the nightstand beside the bed. Then her eyes returned to her near-naked body, her gaze moving slowly up the sleek contours of her parted thighs to the nearly transparent silk of her panties where she could just distinguish the soft blonde curls of hair nestled invitingly beneath. And the forbidden glimpse of her own thinly protected loins caused in her now an acute and striking awareness.
Karen knew that she needed a man. It had been a very long time since she'd made love, and the lack, not so much of the sex itself, but of the warmth and affection every woman demanded, was taking its toll on her own mental state. But the relationships Karen had had with men during the last few years had not been at all rewarding. In fact, she realized, not a single relationship she'd experienced during her adult life had offered what she'd really wanted. Curious as it seemed, the only time a man had ever made her really happy had been the very first time. And that, of course, hadn't really been a man. It was a young boy, a boy she'd been secretly reminded of by Craig Martin.
Karen had lost her virginity the summer . preceding her senior year of high school, when she'd been on vacation with her parents at their summer home in Southern California. The young boy's name was Johnny, and now she couldn't even recall his last name. Just Johnny. It had begun almost as a game, and strangely, the thing that had made it so fascinating was that it had happened right under Karen's stern father's nose.
Johnny was a year younger than Karen. He was visiting his cousins, whose parents owned the house just down the beach from Karen's father's place, and he'd taken to coming over and spending a lot of time with her. At first she'd tolerated his presence only because she was bored. She had a boyfriend in town, but the fact was that in those days she wasn't really interested in boys. It seemed they only wanted one thing sex. And they had the crudest way of going after it. As she learned from subsequent unfulfilling encounters with Johnny, it was only due to circumstances that his approach had been different on that first fateful night.
Karen's parents had suggested that she invite Johnny to dinner, and after the meal her dad had insisted on supplying entertainment for the young guest in the most corny fatherly fashion. When they'd finished eating and the table had been cleared, a screen was set up in the dining room and Mr. White insisted on showing home movies, made two years previously when Karen was just emerging from the age of puberty and starting to show clear hints of the development of her voluptuous womanly figure. Karen was so embarrassed she could have died. She felt compelled to compensate, to attract Johnny's attention from what was going on on the screen, and the only way she could think of at the time to do that was to slide her chair very close to his, and snuggle her shoulder against his in the semi-darkness.
A few moments later she was almost shocked out of her mind when Johnny made his first hesitant move. Even now Karen could remember every detail, and she could hardly quell the rush of excitement that surged through her body at the lurid recollection. As over the screen flashed the full color motion photos of herself and her younger brother Jerry trying to learn to water-ski and appearing for all the world like a couple of insane clowns as they took their repeated spills and dips, Johnny put his hand on her knee. At first she thought little of it, and as a matter-of-fact had assumed he was attempting to console her in her moment of embarrassment. Then she was petrified with a combination of shock and the sheer teasing sensation of Johnny's hand beginning to move higher up her thigh.
Karen was already a very voluptuous girl at seventeen. And she had secretly enjoyed showing off her body at that time. Her father objected, but not too blatantly, and that night she had been dressed in one of the shortest and most revealing mini outfits she owned. Her gold-tanned thighs were exposed halfway up to her panties when she stood straight up, and in her present seating position, the hem of the skirt had worked its way up almost to the well-defined clefts at the bottom of her tightly rounded ass cheeks. The sensitive flesh of her inner thighs was almost completely exposed to Johnny's bold touch, and the fact that her legs were concealed under the dining table and the tablecloth gave the young boy virtually absolute freedom to do whatever he wished there as long as Karen didn't vocally protest.
And the fifteen year old boy took full advantage of his opportunity. As Karen squirmed nervously in her seat, the youngster trailed his hand slowly down to the back of her knee, his finger gently stroking the sensitive skin of that erogenous zone. Then, perhaps encouraged by the fact that Karen had been too surprised to protest, he slowly moved his hand up the inside of her quivering thighs. The astonished seventeen year old girl jerked her head quickly around to stare in the direction of her father, who sat at the opposite side of the oblong dining room table, his back almost directly to them, as he faced the screen. Then as Johnny paused, his hand midway up between her knees and her panties, resting now motionless on the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, Karen turned to look angrily over at him. But something in Johnny's expression tamed the reproach in her own eyes. She saw that he was just as nervous about what he was doing as she was shocked, and it seemed almost as if he was asking her permission before going further. And when she made no further protest, he did just that.
It was everything Karen could do to silence the low moan that rose in her throat as Johnny's hand trailed softly upward between her sensitive thighs. She had petted in the back seats of cars before, and she'd allowed her boyfriend at home to feel her breasts on the outside of her blouse once. That had eventually led him to put his hands between her thighs; in fact, from the outside of her skintight jeans he'd actually touched her pussy. But that had been a crude sudden move, and this subtle approach was completely different. Johnny's caress was so light, so hesitant, that it almost tickled. And the movement of his hand, which literally crept along the suddenly straining inner tendon of one of her thighs toward the tight leg band of her panties, was so slow, so compelling, that she found herself wishing in spite of everything that he would move faster.
Then she gasped aloud as Johnny's middle finger finally reached one of the narrow elastic leg bands of her panties and pulled it aside to brush softly through the first circling strands of her cuntal hair. And as Karen's father looked around suddenly, Johnny jerked his hand quickly away. But instead of the relief at being rescued from the boy's bold advances which she should have experienced, her only sensation was a sudden gnawing frustration, unlike anything she'd ever experienced in her life.
"Oh Daddy!" the sixteen year old virgin managed, realizing she had to avert his attention immediately. "I just hate to watch these stupid home movies. I'm so embarrassed."
Her quick thinking eased her father's suspicions, and he slowly shifted back around to return his attention to the screen. The confused girl waited breathlessly for a moment, her own eyes also riveted on the screen, then she turned her gaze slowly back to Johnny, who watched her expectantly, questioningly, almost pleadingly.
Karen didn't think she had even been so mixed up in her life as she was at that moment. The brief contact of Johnny's hand on the sensitive warmth of her naked inner thighs had caused a sensation to stir in her body that she had never experienced before. And the fact that her lather was sitting just across the table from her, making it impossible for her even to express for the forbidden sensation more urgent. She hesitated for a moment, however, knowing what she was about to do was an invitation to disaster. Yet even the danger beckoned her, and at last she couldn't resist a taint nod of her head, a fleeting, inviting smile.
Johnny's hand trembled as it came back into contact with her thigh. She could see the apprehension in his expression, and she knew her young friend must be experiencing very much the same kind of forbidden delight as she, and she couldn't resist offering him a smile of encouragement as his hand repeated the slow teasing movement back up toward her tight-fitting bikini panties. She felt a little tingle dart down her spine, and it was everything she could do to hold still as Johnny's middle finger stroked again along the tense inner tendon of her thigh and once more began to work the narrow crotch band of her panties aside. Then as the young boy's fingers brushed again through the softly curling strands of hair that lined the sensitive lips of her pussy, Karen had the forethought to stifle a second gasp beneath another exclamation of protest at what her father was showing on the screen. Then she tensed as Johnny's finger brushed higher and found shocking contact with the moistened slit of her cunt.
Karen had never felt anything like it. She had touched herself there; she had even masturbated periodically since she was fifteen. But that didn't compare with this. There was a sudden maddening flutter in her loins, and her heart started pounding furiously. Though she couldn't understand why, her nipples had suddenly swollen hard and tingled maddeningly from their contact with the thin material of her brassiere. Her whole body felt on fire and there was nothing she could do about it. She couldn't even acknowledge the shattering lust that had suddenly consumed her because of her father's presence just across the table. And that somehow made the experience all the more delicious.
Karen had no idea how long her ordeal that night had gone on. As Johnny's finger began to stroke and massage more boldly up and down the quivering slit of her virgin cunt, the sensation finally became too much for her and again she moaned aloud. Her father looked back; Johnny snatched his hand away, and once more she had diverted her father's attention by pretending to gasp at another of her screen spills, this time on the ski slopes of Squaw Valley in a movie filmed somewhat later than the first one they had seen. This time, she seized Johnny's hand and placed it back between her thighs, using her own finger to pull the crotch band of her panties aside and again expose her yearning pussy to his touch. By the time her father looked around again, Karen had been so far gone with lust that she felt compelled to clench her thighs tightly together to hold Johnny's hand between them. She managed a smile, as did Johnny, and her father, still unsuspecting, turned again to the screen. A few moments later the last reel ran, featuring the family's Easter vacation in Mexico, and her father rose to turn off the projector. Now Johnny had to take his hand away, and somehow as the young boy thanked Karen's father for dinner and Karen prepared to walk him back over to his cousins' house, she managed to maintain a semblance of composure. Because she had already made her mind up as to what they were really going to do as soon as they got outside.
Karen took Johnny's hand at the door of the house and led him quickly around the side and out the back gate and down toward a small deserted section of beach, secluded from both the road and the house. The moon had risen, and its light reflected in undulating twinkles on the waves of the Pacific, which rolled gently up onto the sand. It was what could have been termed a "warm romantic summer night".
"Johnny, I want.. . " Karen said in a quivering voice as she stopped and turned to face the boy.
Johnny looked back at her nervously, wetting his dry lips with his tongue. "I.. . do too."
For a moment the two of them stood in silence on the beach, facing each other. Then, still holding the young boy's hand, Karen sank slowly to her knees onto the fine dry sand, pulling him gently down with her. She watched through narrowed blurring eyes as he leaned hungrily toward her. She felt disjointed, as though she weren't all there, as if a part of her, her spirit, was somewhere else. Something was happening to her body that she couldn't even understand. Perhaps even then she hadn't consciously admitted to herself what it was she was really planning to do. Perhaps her decision to let Johnny go all the way, if he would, was still more a fantasy than a conscious determination.
Then she sighed softly as Johnny's lips covered hers, his tongue moving hesitantly between her teeth into the warmth and wetness of her mouth. She'd never kissed him before, and she couldn't help but be somewhat surprised at his ability. Most of the boys she went out with kissed too aggressively. But Johnny was gentle, refined or perhaps, she would come to believe later, it was only her own lust-crazed state of mind that made her respond so favorably.
Karen moaned softly as she felt Johnny's hand move up the sensitive flesh of her neck, then drop slowly to her shoulder and slide between their bodies to gently caress the straining fullness of her breasts from the outside of her thin cotton dress. She was wearing but the flimsiest brassiere, and the vibrantly sensual mounds of her breasts were hardly protected at all. Her taut little nipples tingled maddeningly from the teasing contact, and a spontaneous little shiver passed through her body.
"Oh, Johnny," she whispered softly as the trembling young boy moved his lips away from hers and began to kiss and lick along her neck and flick his tongue wetly over the sensitive lobe of her ear. She squirmed deeply on the sand as he shifted his position, sliding up closer to her on his knees so that his thighs brushed hard against hers and she could feel the swelling erection in his trousers pressing hard up against the soft forbidden flesh of her pussy from the outside of her skirt. Then she groaned aloud as he reached down into the top of her dress with his hand to tweak his finger right over the hard swollen bud of one of her tingling little nipples.
Karen felt her breathing hasten involuntarily ' as the little wisps of forbidden pleasure began to course relentlessly through the soft curves of her flesh. She knew she was in a dangerously susceptible state. The long teasing build-up as he played with her thighs and her pussy beneath the dining room table as the rest of the family watched the home movies on the screen they'd set up had almost driven her out of her mind. She was tense, her body taut, and the tweaking of the excited boy's finger over her unprotected nipple-bud and the continued pressure of his legs against her thighs caused a fluttering far up in her stomach that she couldn't deny.
"Karen," Johnny breathed gustily into her ear, his hand massaging hard over the ripeness of her breast. "I've never done it. I never have, but.. . "
"I never have either, " Karen almost sobbed as she felt the young boy's hands begin to fumble nervously with the zipper at the back of her dress.
"Then let's do it," he croaked.
"I don't know," Karen said, shaking her head, her mental processes now in a maze of contradictions in the delirium of her newly discovered lust.
Again Johnny kissed her on the mouth, then drew back to look pleadingly into her face. "Do you want to? I know you want to."
"Yes," Karen gasped. "Yes, I want to, but . . . "
Then her body almost went limp as in a sudden quick motion Johnny pulled the zipper apart all the way down her back to the little dimples at the top of her tightly rounded ass cheeks. She gasped, unable to resist as Johnny drew back just far enough to enable himself to pull the short sleeves of her mini-dress down off her shoulders and arms. Then a shudder of mingled fear and anticipation shook her body as he suddenly pulled the top half of the dress down and quickly unsnapped her brassiere to expose to his gaze the complete nakedness of both her high set, lustfully heaving breasts.
Then, as Johnny hugged her unprotected body back to his, further tingles of undeniable pleasure surged relentlessly over her trembling teenage flesh. Her eyes were watering and in the darkness her vision was blurred. The need was now like a ball of fire in her young virgin loins, a forbidden want that had to be quenched. She knew what she had let Johnny do to her while they were watching the movies was wrong. If her father had the slightest idea this was happening he would be furious, he would never forgive her. But she couldn't stop herself. She wanted Johnny. She needed him. And somehow it was almost at this moment as if she loved him.
With a soft whimper, the half-naked seventeen year old girl let Johnny push her back into a reclining position on the smooth cool sand of the beach. He moved forward, pressing his body even more tightly to hers, his chest crushing down against her nakedly swollen breasts. Her short skirt had worked almost up to her panties and the bulging erection in her young friend's trousers prodded threateningly at the soft smooth flesh of her inner thighs. Now, in spite of Johnny's youth, his penis felt enormous, and she couldn't imagine how she could take it up inside her, between her legs. The mere thought filled her with fear, yet the fear was tempered by an even more profound sensation of need.
Then Karen shivered as Johnny dropped his lips to the exposed white skin of one of her shoulders, trailing his tongue in a searing path down the rise of the naked mound of one breast, flicking it softly over the sensitively, swollen little bud of her nipple, causing her whole body to contort in a spasm of delight.
"Oh! Oh, Johnny!" the girl moaned, her whole body coming even more wildly to life at the wanton lust surging out of control through her as the young boy snuggled his face into the voluptuously deep valley between her straining young breasts. Then he took the other nipple in his mouth, his tongue tweaking it to even more sensitive hardness, his teeth nibbling gently with a mingling of pain and pleasure that caused Karen to cry out.
Then another almost violent shudder wracked her body as Johnny's hand moved lower, seizing the hem of her short mini-skirt and pulling it completely up over her tight bikini panties to bunch it in a small bundle around her waist. She lay motionless, stricken to immobility with the combination of fear and desire as Johnny slipped his middle finger back up inside the tight elastic leg band, brushing it teasingly through the softly curling hair that fringed her moistened cunt lips, searching slowly until his finger found even more wildly arousing contact with the moistened little pink slit itself. Then her nearly exposed buttocks twitched spasmodically as Johnny began to stroke up and down her pulsing cuntal slit, and a deeply strained moan rose in her throat as it suddenly brushed right over the little bud of her clitoris at the top of the forbidden pussy orifice.
"Oh! Oh God!" the near-naked teen-age girl wailed in delirious ecstasy, her whole body jerking frenziedly from the raw sensation as Johnny's finger began to tweak swiftly back and forth over her sensitive little clitoris. It was too much. It was like nothing she'd ever known. The intensity of feeling, the consuming need rendered all else trivial and unimportant. She had to have Johnny. She had to have his penis inside her, even if it hurt. She had to be fucked at least this one time in her life, even if it was wrong.
Surrendering suddenly to all the emotion and passion building up in her body and mind, Karen reached down desperately, thrusting her hand between her own half-exposed loins and Johnny's thighs to find the zipper of his trousers. Her breath coming in slow deep gasps, she pulled the zipper downwards and undid the snap at the top of the trousers, then reached inside Johnny's jockey shorts to brush them aside and suddenly expose the hard-throbbing shaft of his boyish cock. She felt him twitch and squirm excitedly above her, felt the erect, hot rod of flesh spring as if in an excitement of its own in her hand. She heard Johnny groan, sensed the deep inner shudder coursing through his body as she began to slowly work her fingers up and down along the straining cockshaft. And then she reached the point where she knew she could wait no longer.
"Take my panties off, Johnny!" Karen gasped, suddenly desperate with her undeniable need. "Take my panties off and make love to me, Johnny. Fuck me, Johnny."
Karen arched her hips up in the sand as Johnny seized the elastic waistband at the top of her panties and pulled them slowly down off her tightly rounded buttocks and her softly haired little pussy. She jerked eagerly at his hard flexing cock, spreading her legs out wide and arching her loins invitingly upward as he lowered his body back between them. Then, as the hard bulbous head of his penis was inserted up between her quivering pussy lips, she shuddered, suddenly gripped with terror.
But Johnny couldn't wait. He thrust eagerly forward, and she cried out with the sudden blinding pain of his penis penetrating her. Her mind blanked for a moment, she thought she would surely die from the sheer shattering sensation. Yet even then, far up in her violated loins, she felt the first beginning twitches of the obliterating orgasm that would be soon to come.
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As Karen's middle finger suddenly found shocking contact with the already hotly pulsing bud of her clitoris, the raw electric sensation of the present snapped her out of her reverie. Her eyes opened wide, the young English teacher lifted her head up from the pillow to stare in utter shock down the length of her scarcely concealed body. She hadn't even realized what she was doing. She'd been so caught up in recollection of the first time she'd made love, that she'd almost believed it was happening now. And she'd been completely eluded by what she now suddenly grasped, the whole time she had been obscenely caressing and massaging herself. And as she had dreamed that Johnny was finally lowering his body between her thighs, inserting the naked head of his cock between the trembling lips of her cunt, she'd thrust her own hand down inside her panties as if in preparation to simulate that entry with her own middle finger!
Then as Karen flicked her finger unconsciously lower along the softly pulsing slit of her pussy', she moaned audibly at the sudden titillating tremor of delight that shot warmly out from her loins. My God, she thought, what's happening to me? Her whole body was brimming with a lust that now seemed equally as desperate and unquenchable as that which she'd experienced the fateful night long ago when she'd let Johnny make love to her. And she had to have some relief. Her vagina was throbbing and she knew she would never get any rest as long as she felt this way! But in spite of the fact that the affairs she had had with men in her adult life had been short and infrequent, Karen had not masturbated since she was a teenager, and the very thought of doing something like this now filled her with revulsion. But she had to. She was compelled. This would have to be an exception. It was the only way she could think of to stop that gnawing desire that was going to drive her out of her mind if she could find no relief.
With a gasp of submission, Karen arched her smoothly rounded buttocks up from the bed, urgently pulling the tight-fitting panties down off her flaring hips and the length of her slender thighs. Her breath coming in strained and hoarse gasps, her breasts rising and falling heavily, she pulled the shortie nightgown upward above her waist to completely expose the lower part of her body and the soft little triangle of hair that nestled so invitingly between her thighs. Then she whimpered distantly as her fingers moved back into contact with the tiny throbbing bud of her clitoris and once more began to stroke up and down the already smoothly moistened lips of her cunt.
A surge of guilt welled almost parallel to her rising lust as Karen slowly parted the trembling lips of her pussy, spreading the evenly flowing cuntal moisture eagerly up and down the glistening slit. Then a shudder went through her loins as her middle finger wormed slowly up into the moistly yielding cuntal softness. She moaned again, her finger burrowing gradually deeper and her thumb rubbing swiftly across the swelling bud of her clitoris as she arched her hips upward from the bed and with a grunt sank her finger to the last knuckle into the sensitive inner flesh. Then, with a deep groan, she surrendered completely to her obscene longing and began an urgently writhing undulation of her body on the bed, finger-fucking with smooth even strokes in and out of the tightly caressing lips of her cunt.
A stream of desperate moans and pleadings began to issue from her throat as Karen began to masturbate in earnest. Her eyes and teeth were clenched and she thrashed her body wildly as her uncontrollable passion began to overcome her. Grunts and whispers of salacious pleasure spewed from her parted lips, and her fingers darted swiftly in and out of her sensitive cuntal opening. Her thumb worked with maddening effect on the throbbing pleasure-button of her clitoris, and her face flushed red, breaking out in a shining coat of perspiration as she strained, groaning in lust and frustration and working her fingers deeper and deeper up into the warmly quivering slit of her pussy.
Now a lewd thrill coursed through her as she lifted her head again from the pillow, gazing down between the two trembling mounds of her breasts at the perverse picture of her own hand fucking swiftly in and out between the widely scissoring softness of her thighs. Her body was thrashing savagely on the mattress, her loins thrusting eagerly upward to the probing strokes of her fingers. The lips of her vagina flowered open to give her even greater access to the warmly yielding inner flesh, and the continued maddening strokes of her thumb over the twitching bud of her clitoris almost drove her out of her mind with the obscenely rising passion that poured through every fiber of her body.
And even as she concentrated all her physical efforts on the self-inflicted assault on her helpless loins, Karen let her mind drift freely into the reverie that had so delighted and tormented her. She remembered the blinding flash of pain as Johnny had entered her, clumsily, perhaps ruthlessly, in his own urgency disregarding the fact that he was hurting her. But the sheer sensation had been like nothing Karen had ever experienced in her life. The continued teasing build-up which had begun in the dining room as her father subjected the two teenagers to the series of family home movies had destroyed all her reservations, and in spite of the pain Karen had welcomed the shocking invasion. She had been ready for it, no matter how much it hurt, ready that night as it seemed she had never been able to be ready again.
Then suddenly the young blonde English teacher's naked body tensed. She suddenly shuddered, her finger now moving in a staccato rhythm in and out of her burning loins. A moment later her body uncoiled even more wildly, her legs opening and closing frantically over the finger that still moved swiftly in and out of the soft flesh of her pussy. She felt the rising tide begin deep in her belly, a spontaneous contortion wracking her voluptuously naked flesh as she fought and strained for the release she knew was coming.
A moment later it happened. The lust-crazed blonde moaned in wanton delirium, drawing her fingers almost all the way out of her trembling cunt-lips and stroking in a rapid motion over the swollen bud of her clitoris to send new and more wanton thrills darting from the pulsing flesh out through her even more wildly gyrating body. She rubbed her hand swiftly back and forth over the turgidly quivering clitoris, sobbing and moaning in frustration as the relief continued to elude her. Then, with another moan, she shoved her fingers savagely back into the wetly trembling mouth of her cunt as the deep trembling far up inside her loins surfaced swiftly, bursting forth in a breathtaking wave of sensation that soared through every inch of her nakedly thrashing flesh. The lips of her cunt worked and sucked frenziedly at her lewdly fucking finger, her breath rasping in short gasps as the sensations jolted over her. She sobbed in delirium, wallowing lewdly in her obscene bliss, her finger still working frenziedly in and out of the warmly quivering flesh of her loins. And as the relief finally poured over her, her mind returned quickly from the reverie that had engulfed her. Even as she continued to jerk and thrash the shame and humiliation of what she was doing almost brought tears to her eyes. Then she let her buttocks sink down in exhaustion and slowly drew her finger from between her thighs.
The sexually spent young teacher gasped to catch her breath, staring sadly up at the ceiling as the shocking waves of elation were replaced by the devastating waves of guilt. It was Craig Martin's fault she had done this tonight, she realized, her remorse and anger causing a constricting tightness in her throat. It was that damn short story.
Karen lay on her back on the bed, naked from the waist down, for another minute or two. Then slowly she raised up to a sitting position, turning her head to gaze with watery eyes at the stack of manuscripts on the nightstand.
Then abruptly she shifted about to sit on the edge of the bed, seized her red marking pencil, and scrawled a large distinctive "F" over the cover sheet of Craig's paper.
CHAPTER THREE
Karen gave her first period class an in-classroom writing assignment, freeing herself to use the time to grade the rest of the papers from the assignment she'd given the freshman class last week. She'd been so depressed the night before, so filled with guilt and anger at her shameless behavior after reading Craig Martin's shocking short story that she knew it would not be fair to grade the other papers in that state of mind. She might have flunked everyone. And even now, with a fitful night's sleep between her and the shocking masturbation that had followed her reading of the pornographic story, she had a very difficult time concentrating on the papers. Customarily Karen always saved Craig's paper till last. No matter what the subject of the assignment, it was usually the only really interesting work she received from the freshman class. And actually, she realized, this incident was no exception to that rule. Craig's story, appalling as it might have been, was well written. With a night's reflection she had to admit that. But that didn't alter anything. Karen was certain she was the victim of a cruel joke, and doubted now that Craig was solely responsible for it. Someone must have put the idea in his head. She was going to make her feelings about that sort of action very clear. Craig had received the first "F" he had ever been given here at this school. The "F" was going to remain.
The hour-long period passed slowly, but hardly slowly enough to satisfy Karen White. As the time for the final bell drew nearer, her dread of facing the freshman class increased. She had no idea how many of the students knew about Craig's story. She could hardly even guess at the true intentions of whoever it was who had masterminded the idea, nor could she understand why Craig had agreed to the outrageous undertaking. She had always thought he was fond of her. Yet there was still another factor which she found even more troubling. She could not erase from her mind her own lewd response to the story. Even though it had repelled her, she had masturbated after reading it, and her guilt for having committed that depraved act left her feeling tainted. She couldn't help but fear that the guilt was manifested in her countenance, that what she had done last night must have left a mark on her, apparent to anyone who saw her. As she tried to get up her courage to face the next group of students, she had to consciously remind herself that they didn't know about her masturbation. That, terrible as it was, was her own secret.
Karen finished grading the last of the freshman papers, a boring but conceited account by Joe Wilson about how he'd scored three touchdowns to win the freshman football team's season opener. She dismissed the first period class, then shrugged and scribbled a "B-" across the cover of Joe's paper. Then she went to the faculty lounge that joined the school cafeteria to have a quick cup of tea before facing her class.
The sensuous blonde English teacher dawdled over her tea even after the second bell had rung. It was going to take every bit of nerve she could muster to walk into that classroom, and she knew she had to compose herself very carefully. If Craig's story had been a plot, a conspiracy, this was a direct challenge to her authority as English teacher. It reflected at least a trend toward a lack of respect toward her, and she knew that if she didn't regain that respect very quickly she would have a very difficult time dealing with the freshmen for the rest of the semester. But she knew she would have an almost impossible time facing Craig Martin after she returned the papers, and she concluded the best way to deal with the problem would be to delay the returning of the papers until the end of the class.
At last, with a deep sigh, Karen gulped down the last of her tea and started back to the main class building. The nervous young English teacher hesitated outside the door to the classroom. She could hear a low buzz of conversation from inside, nothing extraordinary, though even in its subdued tone, Karen found a sense of foreboding. It seemed another bit of evidence that her worst suspicions were true. The story had been the result of a plot. And she would have to tread very carefully during the next hour.
At last Karen took a deep breath, and walked quickly through the door and across to her desk. The conversation in the room stopped suddenly, and the silence was almost deafening to the young teacher. As she placed the bundle of assignment papers down on the desk, she found herself afraid to even look up. When she finally managed to lift her eyes, any doubt that she might have had about Craig's story being the result of a conspiracy immediately faded. She had never seen such a look of expectation as she encountered on the faces of the twenty or so young male students situated in the classroom. They knew. Every one of them knew. And every one of them was staring at her with one exception.
Craig Martin, seated at the back of the classroom in the desk behind Joe Wilson, was ghastly pale. And he was looking down at his own desk, unable to meet her eyes.
Karen wet her lips, slowly shifting her own gaze over the class. Then she averted her eyes again and fumbled for a textbook.
"I have your papers here, which I will return at the end of the class," she said in a trembling voice, once more looking up. "For the most part they were quite satisfactory; some of them were even pretty good." She hesitated, then added: "With one exception, that is, which I had no choice but to return with an 'F'. "
It was obvious everyone knew exactly which paper she was talking about.
* * *
Craig Miller sat dejectedly through the seemingly endless class, completely unable to grasp Miss White's discussion of the poetry of William Blake. He couldn't even imagine how he'd been so stupid as to submit that short story to Miss White. There was no doubt in his mind that the "F" she'd mentioned was for his work, and he didn't even blame her. She should feel rightly insulted, and furthermore, he now realized, the story wasn't really very good anyway. Even for a dirty story.
When Joe Wilson and Bobby Carter had first come to him with the idea that he submit a pornographic story for the class assignment, he thought it completely ludicrous. But secretly, Craig had read quite a lot of classical pornographic literature, and it really excited him. Once he'd gotten the idea of trying a dirty story into his head, he couldn't get rid of it. He'd finished his story the night before the papers were due, and he'd been so involved in it he had thought it was actually good. He'd even deluded himself into thinking that Miss White would appreciate it for its literary merits. But he'd had a full twenty-four hours to think that over since handing in the paper, and he'd begun to see the faults in the writing, even beyond the explicit sexual description. Craig had received straight "A" grades up until now in every one of his classes. But with an "F" on an important paper like this, it would be virtually impossible for him to make an "A" for his report card, or for that matter the term report. He knew he had really screwed himself up, but he had no one but himself to blame. Nor did he even know how he would get back on good terms with Miss White, whom he really did like.
When the bell rang and the good-looking English teacher dismissed the class, Craig waited in his seat, still unable to even look at her. Miss White gathered up her own books and papers and made her way through the crowd of other students who had immediately flooded about her desk. Then Craig rose slowly and started to the front of the room. As he reached the desk, he realized that it was his story which everyone had been crowding around to get a look at. For though no one but Joe had yet read it, the whole class knew. The story had created such a scandal that they didn't even care about their own grades.
"It was you, all right," said Joe Wilson, emerging from the throng with Craig's paper in his hand. "You got the "F?"
"Of course I got the 'F', " Craig answered sullenly, taking the paper from Joe and looking at it grimly.
"But you really got to Miss White," said Joe.
"Yeah," echoed Bobby Carter, bearing his own paper, and moving out of the crowd to join them. "She was really torn up. I don't know how she even made it through the class."
"I don't know how I'm gonna make it through the rest of the year in this class either," Craig said forlornly. "She must hate me."
"Don't kid yourself," interjected Joe. "Miss White doesn't hate you. If she hated you she wouldn't even have given a damn about that story." He paused for a moment. "Look. I got a 'B-' for the stupid football thing I wrote."
"I got a B+!" said Bobby.
"And I got an 'F', " said Craig.
"But the 'F' is not going to stand," Joe Wilson announced tersely.
Craig lifted his eyes slowly. "What do you mean?"
"It's damn good for a short story. I know I don't know much about writing, but I do know about sex. And that's a good story."
"Yeah," said Bobby. "I really want to read it. Can I read it?"
"Sure," Craig shrugged. "I don't care."
"You give Bobby your other copy," said Joe. "I need that one for myself now."
"What for?" Craig asked, looking at the other boy curiously.
"I've got an idea. I want to take your story and pay a visit to Miss White during her office hours." He grinned. "I want to see if she'll go through the story with me, page by page, and explain why she gave it a worse grade than she gave me for that thing about the football game." He paused again, his grin broadening. "But tell me one thing."
"What?" Craig asked, looking puzzled.
"Tell me about Wuthering Heights. I've got a stinking suspicion this is a better story than that."
CHAPTER FOUR
Karen started nervously as she heard the short knock on her office door. She had been on edge all day, and even after she'd successfully faced the freshman class her anxiety had not faded. She had been able to tell from the look on Craig's face, when she'd announced that she'd given an "F" grade to one of the papers, that he was deeply wounded. She was quite sure that he was sorry for what he had done, and she'd been half-expecting him to show up at the office this afternoon to apologize to her. But now she almost dreaded the thought of seeing him. She'd always had such a rapport with Craig, and she didn't know how that rapport would ever be reestablished.
"Yes? Who is it?" Karen asked finally.
"It's me. Joe Wilson."
"Come . . . in," Karen said slowly. Then something she should have realized when she first read the story began to dawn on her.
It must have been Joe Wilson's idea that Craig submit the pornographic story to her. She'd gotten the uncomfortable feeling more times than once this term that Joe and some of his more earthy friends actually looked upon her as a sexual object. She knew Joe had a reputation as a stud, but though he was a handsome boy, she had personally always found him coarse and disrespectful. She also knew that Craig, as much because of his intelligence and common sensitivity as anything else, was not very popular in Joe's crowd. Naturally he would want to be part of the gang, and it was easy to understand how the other boys could have convinced him to use his talent as a writer to their own corrupt ends, whatever possible ends they might have had in mind with their insulting scheme.
Then the door opened slowly and Joe Wilson, a manila envelope tucked under his arm, stepped inside.
"Sorry to disturb you, Miss White," the mature-looking youngster said, smiling. "I just had something on my mind and I wanted to discuss it with you."
Karen sat stiffly behind her desk, coldly surveying the tall, handsome teenager who stood at the door. She had to admit, as badly as she hated to, that Joe really was a good-looking rascal, and the fleeting descending of his eyes down to the fully inviting swells of her breasts clearly displayed that he had no lack of confidence.
"Yes, all right," Karen managed finally. "What's on your mind?"
Joe smiled, staring at the blonde English teacher in silence for a moment, then pulled the door slowly to behind him.
Karen frowned as he slipped the latch. "I don't really think there's any need for that," she said.
"I want to discuss Craig's short story," said Joe. "I just didn't think you would want anyone walking in by surprise while we were doing that."
Karen though her face must have paled. She didn't even know why, but she felt an uncontrollable fluttering in her stomach, and her heart was pounding furiously, her breathing restricted by a sudden tightness in her throat. She could hardly even imagine that Joe could have the gall to come here and confront her like this after he'd convinced Craig to submit that horrible dirty story to her.
'That. . . that was your idea, wasn't it?" Karen asked in a cracked voice.
"What?"
"That story was your idea, wasn't it?" Karen repeated more firmly.
Joe frowned. "This?" he said, removing the manila envelope from beneath his arm and starting to extract what Karen immediately recognized, by the big "F" on the front, as
Craig's story. "No ma'am. I guess Craig got the idea to write this from a lot of classical erotic literature he's read. He did come to me for technical advice, because he doesn't have any practical experience with girls at all." Joe paused. "And, as you probably know, I do."
Karen could hardly even meet the challenge and mockery in the handsome fourteen year old boy's eyes. His blatant flaunting of his own masculinity put her completely off balance, and at the same time she was only further disappointed by the revelation that Craig made a habit of reading pornographic literature. She had always assumed that sort of material, even the classical material recognized in some circles as genuinely valid writing, was read only by dirty old men and perverts. She couldn't dream that a sensitive and shy boy like Craig could get interested in such a thing. But she hardly doubted that it was genuinely true. Otherwise, how could he have written his story?
"Then . . . it was Craig's idea?"
Joe shrugged. "I guess so," he said. Then he walked over and flopped down leisurely in a chair across the other side of Karen's desk.
"And what is it you want to discuss with me?" she went on, feeling defeated, almost heart-broken.
"I want to discuss why you gave this story an 'F' when a guy like me, who can't even write a decent sentence, gets a 'B-'. "
"I gave that story an 'F' because it's filthy and disgusting!" snapped Karen, her eyes flaring.
Joe met her gaze steadily for a moment, then he slowly pushed the manuscript onto her desk. "Are you referring to its content, or the handling of it from a literary point of view?"
"I'm referring to both," Karen hissed. Then she dropped her gaze down to the story, moistened her lips, and spoke in a soft weak voice. "I guess I'm referring to the content."
"Then you've been unfair to Craig," Joe said.
"Who are you to come here and tell me I'm unfair to anybody?" Karen retorted, her eyes again opening wide with anger. "It's a good story."
"It's not a good story. It's dirty and sordid and . . . "
"Or maybe you just didn't understand it?"
"I understood it all too well," Karen insisted.
"Because I didn't understand it when I first read it," Joe continued, looking at her sincerely. "I thought it was great. I thought it was one of the greatest dirty stories I'd ever read, especially when the soldier climbs in the window and gets her, and then that business at the end with the chastity belt."
Joe paused as the crimson flush rose over Karen's cheeks, then went on. "And I told him too. I told him it really turned me on, and I said
I guessed it would turn Miss White on too."
Karen almost gasped aloud at those words. She couldn't comprehend the young boy's audacity. But. by the same token, she couldn't help but recall that she had been turned on by the story. In fact, that was probably part of the reason she had given the "F" grade. She had been angry at Craig for turning her on.
"I thought Craig would be happy," Joe continued. "But he wasn't. He could barly even believe that I'd read the story that way, and his feelings were really hurt."
Karen looked up at the good-looking teenage boy curiously. "His feelings were hurt?"
"Yeah, because he didn't write it as a dirty story."
"He didn't?"
"No. He said he wanted to use sex as a symbolic vehicle. I don't know much about that sort of stuff, symbolism and all, I mean, but he tried to explain it to me in a way I could understand. He said it was a story about innocence and corruption. He said the most innocent character in the story was the girl, and the most corrupt her uncle. The soldier was the catalyst. And of course he is punished, but the one who is punished most unjustly is the girl. Even I understood that much. That part at the end, where they are putting that chastity belt on her really got to me. And all the time that horny old uncle of hers looking at her, I mean between her legs, you know. I just about felt like fighting him."
Karen felt completely disorientated. This seemed like the last subject she should be discussing with one of her freshman students. But what Joe was saying made at least some sense. She granted that Craig's story was a powerful portrait of corruption, of perverted justice. But she hadn't even considered those factors before. She'd evaluated it not so much even on its content as on its intent, and she had to admit again that a considerable part of her grading had been the result of her depraved response to the reading.
"And Craig was sure that you would understand all that," Joe added. "He was a little worried you might be shocked by some of the things in there, but he felt he couldn't hold back. He felt the story was too good. And after he explained to me what he was getting at, I had to agree with him."
"But this is just not the class for a story like that to be submitted to. I could never read that kind of story to the class, and I shouldn't even be sitting here discussing it with you."
"Maybe not," said Joe. "But if I hadn't come here, the 'F' would have stayed, and you know what that would mean. Craig's straight 'A' record would be ruined." Joe paused, looking intently at the sensuous young English teacher. "What I would like to do now is go through the story with you, Miss White, page by page. After we've done that I don't think you'll be able to justify the 'F'. And I realize that it should be Craig talking to you instead of me. But he was just too embarrassed to face you after you gave him that 'F'. "
Karen stared at the young boy in shock as he stood up, and not even asking her permission picked his chair up and started to move around the side to the back of her desk so that he would be able to sit beside her. She couldn't even believe that he was sincere. Joe Wilson had never professed the slightest interest in literature before, though of course she had to admit she'd never given any assignments even remotely in the field of Craig's short story. But she had to concede there was a strong possibility she had been unjust in her grading his piece of work, and she did hate the thought that she might be responsible, because of her own prejudices and insecurities, for the lone blemish on Craig's high school scholastic record. But she couldn't imagine how she could go through this story, point by point, with Joe. She remembered only too well what had resulted from her first reading of it. She had masturbated for the first time in her adult life, and she couldn't but fear that she might still be unable to control her own unnatural response on the second reading.
"Now, let's just look at it again, Miss White," Joe insisted, sitting down in the chair beside her and reaching for the manuscript to fold back the cover page.
"I don't.. . I don't know if I can," Karen said.
"Sure you can. You've already read it once. It's not going to hurt you to look at it again."
Karen cast a pleading, almost fearful glance at the boy's confident, intent face. Then, slowly, she shifted her eyes back to the story on the desk. Her heart still pounding wildly, she began to read, her eyes hastily scanning over the lines of neat longhand. The prose was good. She couldn't deny that, and the sexual intensity, which had so appalled and excited her, was there almost from the first word. Even knowing what was to come and anticipating it, she experienced an increase of the vague tremors of excitement and apprehension fluttering through her breasts and belly.
Karen read until the end of the first page, then lifted her eyes nervously. Nodding in encouragement, Joe turned the page, and reluctantly, she returned her attention to the manuscript. Then her body stiffened as Joe leaned sideways to enable himself to better be able to see the manuscript, and his shoulder inadvertently brushed against hers. Karen was in a state of tension, of over-sensitivity, and just the slightest physical contact had upon her a strangely exciting effect. She turned her head, looking at the young boy with reproach. But his eyes were fixed on the manuscript, and he seemed completely oblivious, not only of her gaze, but of the contact itself.
Then she looked back at the desk and resumed her reading, Craig's gripping account of the night of the soldier's first appearance on the street beneath the girl's window filling her with anticipation of the lurid and shocking sex scenes that were to come. Yet, even as she recalled her shameful response the first time she'd read the story, Karen was unable to tear her eyes away from the page.
As the narration continued, the nervous English teacher's mingled anticipation and dread became even more intense. She squirmed her buttocks nervously in her seat, still acutely aware of the contact of Joe's shoulder against her own and the fluttering of excitement in her breasts becoming even more pronounced.
Then the young boy turned to the next page, and the passage Karen had so dreaded began. My God! she thought, what's happening to me? Her breathing was becoming more straining, and she could feel the hastening of her heartbeat as the description became more explicit. But she had to admit that the writing was good. As a purely scholastic endeavor, Karen had forced herself to read a small amount of erotic literature during her college days, and she could not help but marvel that an inexperienced boy like Craig could compete with some of the so-called masters of that rather shady literary form.
Then as Joe shifted slightly in his seat beside her, Karen remembered that he had admitted giving Craig some help with the sexual detail, and she felt a little shiver run through her body at the thought that the person who might actually have been responsible for the sharp and cutting accuracy of the sexual description was sitting right beside her. Then the rapid beating of Karen's heart seemed to reach a crescendo as, wide-eyed, she read the actual sex scene itself through to the end.
"That's good writing," Joe said, turning the page. "I don't care what you say; it's very good writing."
"Yes," Karen gasped breathlessly. "I have to admit it is."
"I think it's even better than Wuthering Heights," Joe added. "At least from what I've read of that book. If nothing else, Craig at least lets you see them doing it. He lets you experience it with them. And I think that's important; don't you?"
Karen lifted her eyes slowly from the manuscript and turned to look with a desperate gaze at the boy beside her. The proximity of their faces now was almost more than she could endure, and she thought she had never felt this way in her life. Helplessly, she tried to meet Joe's confident and unwavering stare. Futilely, she tried to conceal the hastening of her own strained breathing. And still his intent eyes bore into her.
"Don't you, Miss White?" Joe repeated.
Karen cast her eyes finally downwards. "Yes, I guess so," she said in a softly trembling voice. "I guess the 'F' was unfair."
"I think so; I think that grade was based, not upon the merits of the story, but was a reflection of your fear about sex."
"My fear?" Karen said quickly, jerking her eyes back upward.
"Yes, ma'am. I think . . . I don't mean to say that you're frigid, but I've sensed something in you during the term I've been in your class. I've sensed that you're afraid of your own sexuality."
Karen could no longer meet Joe's gaze. She averted her eyes, looking at the voluptuously swollen mounds of her breasts, pushed up high and tight together by her brassiere, then slowly turned her attention back to the manuscript on her desk and resumed her reading of Craig's gripping story. Then the sensuous blonde's eyes widened as she felt Joe's hand drop suddenly to come to rest on her right knee, just below the hem of her modest length skirt.
Karen was too stunned to even move. Every minute she was becoming more astounded by the boy's audacity. Then, as she turned to look at him, she saw that his eyes were still fixed on the manuscript of the short story, and she realized with relief that his touching of her leg might be a spontaneous gesture reflecting his own tense response to the chilling narrative of the beautiful but simple-minded young girl's testimony at the soldier's trial.
Then Joe turned the page, and the last and most shocking scene of the story began, and a strange thing happened. Trying to ignore his hand on her knee, Karen again resumed her reading, virtually paralyzed with shock at the unnerving description of the girl's blind submission as she was stripped naked from the waist down and the chastity belt was fitted onto her and locked. As Karen read, the fluttering descended to her loins, and completely beyond her control, she felt her vaginal juices begin to flow gently along the tingling little slit of her pussy. And she was so confused by this development, so gripped by the narrative, that, at first, she didn't even realize it as Joe's hand began to move slowly upward along the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh.
For a moment, Karen virtually forgot where she was. There was a flash that seemed to have erased the passage of years, and she found herself sitting back in the living/dining room of her family's beach home, her father showing home movies on the wall as her young friend, Johnny, began to work his hand up beneath her skirt and play with the sensitive skin of her thighs, and later, the most tender and forbidden flesh of her virgin little pussy itself. She felt now almost as she had then hopelessly confused, almost in a dream state of shock, and she didn't know what to do. Her heart was pounding furiously in her breast, her breath coming in strained hoarse gasps, and a little tingle darting through her loins was maddening. Then gradually, she wrenched her mind back to the present, jerking her head suddenly about to stare wide-eyed at the handsome young boy sitting too close beside her.
"What . . . what are you doing?" she gasped in a trembling voice.
"I . . . I don't know," Joe said, averting his eyes sheepishly.
Completely baffled, Karen stared at the now nervous but obviously excited youngster for a moment longer, then slowly dropped her gaze down to her voluptuously contoured thighs, completely exposed by the skirt which Joe had worked all the way up the leg bands of her panties. And, as his finger brushed teasingly along one side of her inner thighs, an even more devastating shudder shook her body, again compelling her to turn and stare at the bold fourteen year old in shock and horror.
Then she was even more amazed at his next awkward but nonetheless bold move.
Before Karen had time to stop him, Joe leaned suddenly forward and kissed her full on the lips. The desire-maddened blonde was so astonished she didn't even have the presence of mind to close her mouth, and as Joe's tongue snaked eagerly between her lips, she could only moan softly in a spontaneous expression of her forbidden excitement. Then she gasped, turning her face suddenly away and drawing back in even greater surprise as Joe's finger stroked right up against the soft silk of her panties that hardly protected the already lewdly moistened slit of her pussy.
"No!" the blonde English teacher gasped. "No, don't do that."
"Please, Miss White," Joe begged. "I'm so excited. Craig's story got me so excited I can hardly stand it."
"It excited me, too," Karen said without even thinking of the consequences of her remark. "But we can't do this. We just can't."
For a moment, Joe hesitated, watching the sensuous' woman desperately. Then Karen almost cried out aloud as his fingers seized the tight crotch band of her panties and pulled it aside, nakedly exposing the little hair-lined slit of her pussy beneath. She groaned, her whole body trembling, as she felt his fingers brush softly through the thinly curling strands of hair that lined her moistened cunt lips. Then she sucked her breath in hoarsely as his finger worked slowly up the length of the sensitive slit to stroke teasingly over the tingling bud of her clitoris.
The wantonly aroused English teacher could hardly even move. It had been a long time, much too long, since she had had a man, and there was a physical stirring in her body that was completely beyond control of her emotional or rational thought process. And that gnawing hunger was only intensified by the circumstances: the excitement she derived from reading Craig's thrilling pornographic short story; her association of today's bizarre development with the exciting episode from her past, her first real sexual experiences, in which she'd achieved the only real satisfaction she'd ever known in her life and maybe, most of all, the sheer depravity of the situation itself, the fact that it was taking place in her office at school, the fact that she as English teacher and Joe as a member of her freshman class were, by the nature of their relationship to each other, stepping so far beyond the bounds of decency in their lewd physical contact. But she knew somehow she had to stop herself.
"Oh! Oh no!" Karen gasped, as Joe's finger stroked rapidly up and down over the throbbing hot bud of her clitoris. She squirmed her buttocks spontaneously in the seat of her swivel chair, her breasts heaving with her strained breathing as Joe began to part the warmly flanged lips of her pussy and worm his middle finger slowly up into the hot inner softness.
Again Karen's mind flashed back to that night, which now seemed so long ago, when Johnny had felt her up as father was showing them home movies. And she knew that what was happening now in fact bore no real similarity to that. She and Johnny had both been innocent and naive. What they had done had been, for each of them, a venture into the unknown. Now she was a mature woman, and Joe Wilson, in spite of his young age, was demonstrating that he had considerable experience of his own. A part of her mind could not help but recognize the fact that this actually must have been planned, that he must have come here with Craig's story at least with the idea that he might make a pass at her. Her response to the story had been enough to convince him a pass had been worthwhile, and he had tried. But, even considering all this, there was that one factor, the fact that what she was letting him do to her, allowing him to explore the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs and the tender orifice of her cunt, was so forbidden, so wrong, that she couldn't help but compare it to that other forbidden adventure with Johnny so long ago.
For a few minutes longer, Karen submitted without resistance as Joe continued to worm his finger gradually deeper into the clinging wet tightness of her cunt. It felt so good she could hardly stand it, and she had an overwhelming desire to completely forget herself, to yield herself up wholly to the gnawing lust that had permeated every inch of her flesh. She narrowed her eyes, gazing down with disbelief at the lewd sight of the boy's hand thrust up between her milk-white thighs, now completely exposed by the skirt that was worked up way above her panties, and even the softly-haired slit of her pussy obscenely revealed by the pulling aside of the tight elastic crotch band. She sucked her breath in hoarsely, gritting her teeth from the sheer raw sensation as Joe thrust his finger relentlessly deeper into the quivering cuntal passage. Then, in a flash of rationality, she comprehended the seriousness of what.she was doing and suddenly reached down and seized the young boy's wrist to jerk it forcibly away from between her thighs.
"Ooooh!" the lust-crazed English teacher gasped, almost sobbing aloud from the raw frustration as she felt Joe's finger slip out from between the tingling lips of her cunt. She bit her lips, her whole body stiffening, and clasped her naked thighs tightly together as much in an effort to compensate for the deprivation of sensation as to protect herself. Then she lifted her watery eyes to stare deliriously at Joe's excited face.
"Please, Miss White," the young boy begged, making it necessary for Karen to hold tightly to his hand to keep him from thrusting it back between her thighs. "Look, I've got a hard-on."
A spontaneous gasp rose in the sensuous blonde's throat at that blunt remark, but she couldn't resist letting her gaze drop to Joe's lap, where she could clearly distinguish the unmistakable bulge of his hard penis swelling up in the crotch of his trousers. Somehow, the mere sight of it and the vivid mental picture she was able to conjure of the nakedly erect and throbbing cock that caused that bulge, almost transfixed Karen. She couldn't take her eyes away, and she again felt herself drifting into that dream state of lust-incited confusion and helplessness.
Then her mind almost went blank at Joe's next and even bolder statement: "Here, Miss White. Feel it. Feel my hard-on."
Karen whimpered in protest, but somehow she was unable to resist as Joe freed his hand from her grasp and in turn seized her wrist, drawing her hand slowly down toward his own thighs. At the same time, Joe slid his chair back several inches and turned sideways to face her, using his leg to pivot her swivel chair so in turn she was facing him. Then the perplexed English teacher started as if she had touched a hot coal as Joe placed her hand gently into contact with the throbbing hardness of his penis. But, try as she might, she was unable to draw her hand away, and after a moment, she ceased her efforts to resist completely.
Her whole body trembling, Karen let her hand rest almost limply on the bulge of the young boy's trousers. She could feel the vibrant throbbing of the male hardness as it swelled up beneath them, feel it twitch and spring against her palm as Joe flexed it, and she knew, from the way the boy was breathing, he was every bit as excited as she was.
Karen couldn't even imagine how she'd let herself get into this situation. She knew she should never have even consented to review Craig's story with Joe. Unjust as the grading might have been, she should have held fast and let the "F" remain. Later, when Joe had been so bold as to touch her knee, she should have made it very clear that she was not going to permit that sort of behavior. But the problem was that she had enjoyed it, just as she now enjoyed the lustful pulsing feel of his penis in her hand, its size and shape hardly concealed by the tight drawn Levi's that protected it.
"Oh yes!" Joe gasped. "Yes, Miss White. Oh yes, that feels so good!"
Karen hesitated for a moment, letting a nervous smile play around her lips. Then, in spite of herself, she submitted to the temptation to begin to stroke with her fingers up and down the length of the hard, straining cock-shaft. She felt the boy's penis surge up even larger and more rigid beneath her touch as Joe groaned deeply and guided and encouraged the movements of her hand. She was still acutely aware of the moisture of her own freely flowing vaginal juices moistening her panties, and now the beating of her heart and the quivers of desire in her loins were building to an unbearable crescendo. She wanted to touch Joe's cock, not like this, from the outside of his trousers and jockey shorts, but to touch the naked, resiliency stretched skin itself. She could almost imagine what it looked like, and she had an urgent need to make that vision in her mind's eye become real. But she couldn't. She just couldn't do anything like that. She was sure that even Joe, mature as he was, and bold as he was acting today, would balk if she tried to unzip his trousers and actually free his penis to her gaze. That would be simply out of the question, for her, the freshman class English teacher, to do something like that with one of her students.
Then, as the young blonde gradually increased the stroking of her hands on the blood-hardened cock-shaft that tented Joe's trousers, the teenager reached with his free hand to touch the back of her neck and pull her face gently forward. At the same time, he leaned toward her and Karen felt a chill run down her spine as his lips again touched hers, and his tongue snaked greedily into her mouth.
Somewhere far in the back of her mind, Karen realized that she would be in a terrible predicament if anyone happened to come into her office and caught her engaging in this kind of lewd behavior with one of her students, especially a member of the freshman class. It was too indecent for words, and an observer would have every reason to suspect that she actually intended to seduce the young boy. But even as that thought drifted through her mind, she also reminded herself that Joe had locked the door upon his arrival. So there was no danger of them being caught. And, as she realized that, she yielded to the temptation and responded eagerly to the teenager's experienced kisses, opening her mouth wide to suck hungrily at his tongue. At the same time she felt his other hand drop from her wrist, but she didn't even hesitate in her gentle stroking of his cock. Then she tensed as she realized what he wanted to do with that free hand.
Even as Karen recoiled mentally from the fourteen year old's shocking move, her mind again seized hungrily upon the image that, moments ago, had flashed in her mind. Joe had released her wrist to enable himself to undo his own trousers, which he'd succeeded in doing before she'd even had a chance to protest, and in the same motion, he'd deftly freed the hard throbbing cock-shaft from his jockey shorts so that it suddenly protruded up freely from his fly. And Karen's hand, inadvertently, had come to rest right on the straining shaft of his naked young cock-flesh.
"Oh no! No!" Karen moaned into the eager freshman's mouth, even as her fingers automatically entwined themselves around the rigidly surging hardness. An electric current seemed to exude from the naked cock into her sensitive fingertips, and from there to course swiftly through her whole desire-electrified body. She knew that she had let Joe go too far. She was aroused. There was no denying it, and if she didn't stop herself very quickly, she knew she was in great danger of doing something which she'd later regret terribly. But she could not resist the feel of the springing shaft of cock-flesh in her hand. It was so alive, so vibrant, so compelling, and she was rapidly losing her will to resist the gnawing lust welling deep up in her own loins and belly.
"Oh yes, Miss White!" Joe groaned, shifting his lips from her mouth to her cheek and whispering softly into her ear. "Jack it off. Jack it off, Miss White. Just for a little bit."
Her hand clinging motionlessly to her brazen student's upstanding cock-shaft, Karen felt Joe pull her even further forward in her chair 'till she was leaning over to press her breasts full against his chest. He stroked down from her neck along the sensitive area between her shoulder blades, pulling her tightly to him, his cock jerking in her hand as he flexed it again.
"I can't do that," Karen gasped in a quivering voice. "I just can't. I can't."
But even as she spoke, her hand began to move, seemingly of its own accord, drawing the taut-stretched skin of Joe's cock slowly up and down along the pulsating shaft to elicit further deep groans from his throat as he squirmed his chest even harder against her lust-swollen breasts. Then another chill darted down her spine as he flicked his tongue wetly over the sensitive lobe of her ear, and she felt the shaft of his cock seem to grow harder in her hand as she reluctantly did his bidding and began to masturbate slowly up and down on the hard throbbing rod of his flesh.
For an extended moment, Karen continued to tease up and down his erect shaft with her fingers. She squirmed in her chair, her exposed thighs scissoring slowly open and closed, her breasts pressed tightly against Joe's chest and her face snuggled against his cheek. Then, groaning deeply, she gradually slackened the motions of her hand and, with a gentle pressure of her other hand on Joe's chest, managed to draw herself back from him.
The sensuous blonde English teacher's breath was coming in heavily strained gasps, which caused her full breasts to rise and fall with visible rhythm. Her face was flushed red, her eyes glossed over with the desire surging through her breasts and loins. She felt feverish, her whole body on fire with the raging lust that had been unleashed between her legs. The tickling flow of the vaginal moisture on her inner thighs was almost driving her out of her mind. Her hand still clung tightly to Joe's naked cock-shaft, and as she let her gaze descend slowly toward it, the spontaneous thought that popped into her mind almost forced her to cry out aloud.
Joe's cock was every bit as beckoning and inviting as she'd imagined. In fact, in some inexplicable way, she found it almost beautiful though she'd never thought in those terms about the male organ before. But now, this fourteen year old's naked penis fascinated her. A little droplet of seminal fluid glistened in the tiny slit at the tip of it. And Karen had the most profound, though completely inexplicable, desire to do something now she'd never even considered in her whole life. She wanted to lick it.
She wanted to lick up that inviting little droplet of seminal fluid. She wanted to kiss the smooth round head of Joe's penis. She wanted to suck his cock. And as she contemplated that obscene idea, she unconsciously flicked her tongue from her mouth to moisten her voluptuous lips in a gesture that was unintentionally suggestive of that very act.
Then the young English teacher was shattered at the freshman boy's next statement: "I know what you're thinking, Miss White."
"Noooo!" Karen gasped.
"You want to do what the soldier made the girl do in Craig's story before he took her cherry. You want to suck me."
Karen could not help but wonder, as she lifted her eyes to stare in horror and shame at the young boy sitting before her, what the world was coming to. That a teenager of Joe's tender age should even know of the existence of such a sordid act as the one he mentioned was astonishing. Even though such an act had been vividly described in Craig's story, Karen had attributed that passage to mere adolescent fantasy. But she knew that Joe was dead serious.
And the fact that he had been perceptive enough to see what she was contemplating made her feel only more vulnerable and helpless. Because she did want to do just that. Outrageous as it sounded, she really did want to suck him off.
"Please, Miss White," Joe begged, again flexing his cock and causing it to twitch vibrantly in her fingers. "Nobody has ever done that for me before. Please do it."
"I . . . I can't."
"Why not?"
Karen bit her lip, watching the boy in desperation. "I . . . I just can't. My gosh, Joe, you know we shouldn't even be here like this!"
"But nobody will ever know about it but us."
Karen dropped her gaze from Joe's face back down to the throbbing cock shaft still standing in fully exposed rigidity from out of the fly of his trousers bent slightly by the pressure of her hand which still squeezed tightly around it. Again she unconsciously wet her voluptuously inviting lips. Then she could hardly even believe her own remark:
"You promise? You promise you're not ever to tell anyone?"
"Yes, ma'am! I promise. I won't tell anybody."
Karen didn't know when she'd felt so confused and helpless in her whole life. This was like a dream, and she should not have been the least surprised had she awoken the next instant to find that she'd merely fallen asleep at her desk thinking about Craig's short story. Never in her life had she let a man put his penis in her mouth. The very idea of submitting to such an obscene degradation had always repelled her. Yet, she realized now, she must have even in her abhorrence of the thought, held a secret fascination for it. And she was beginning to realize that she probably would have to do something for Joe whether she wanted to or not. She had already gotten him excited, and if she made him leave in this condition he might be angered enough to recount the episode to his classmates. Even though the powers at the school would probably discount his story if it reached them, suspicion would nonetheless be cast on Karen. And she didn't know if she would have the stamina to conceal her own guilt were questions of that nature raised about her.
But beyond all that the fact remained: she wanted to suck Joe's cock. She wanted to feel it in her mouth, to taste it. And she wanted to make love to the fourteen year old boy, though she knew that even if she did contemplate the former, she could never allow herself to do that.
For an indefinable time a silent battle waged in Karen's mind. Then she said in a croaking voice:
"All right, Joe. Stand up and sit on the edge of the desk in front of me.
"Yes ma'am!" said Joe, rising excitedly to his feet and taking his position on the edge of the desk, which placed his nakedly throbbing penis at about the level of Karen's voluptuous breasts.
Karen felt Joe's body tremble from her touch as she resumed her light up and down skimming motion along the rigid shaft of his cock. She continued this for several moments, her own wanton anticipation building beyond her wildest dreams. And she could see that Joe was excited too. He looked as if he were about to go out of his mind, and she didn't doubt that he was telling the truth when he said he'd never had a woman suck him off before. She didn't think she'd ever seen a male so excited in her life, and that excitement was contagious.
Then again the sensuous blonde English teacher decreased the up and down motions of her hand on the erect cock shaft, squeezing it softly, gazing at the glistening tip with glossed over, feverish eyes. She'd never felt this way in her life. She knew what she would do could have disastrous consequences, and the madness of it was only compounded by the fact that she was doing it right here in her office in the main class building of the school. But there was no stopping now. She'd promised Joe, and she knew she couldn't betray him. And anyway, she was determined to go through with the outrageous act, if for her own selfish masochistic motives as much as for anything else.
Karen hesitated for a moment longer, relishing her anticipation, her own desire surging as wildly as Joe's. Then, parting her lips gently, she leaned her face slowly forward toward the trembling youngster's thighs, at the same time bending the thickly swollen shaft of his rigid cock downwards until it was pointed straight horizontally at her open mouth.
Inches away from it, she paused again to breathe softly over the glistening little glans, her fingers resuming the gentle up and down skimming motion to prompt further excited flexings of the surging shaft.
"Oh yes, Miss White!" Joe groaned excitedly. "Please suck it. Suck it now. I don't think I can wait any longer."
Now Joe's blunt words excited Karen almost beyond control, and she flicked her tongue gingerly from her softly rounded lips, the saliva-wetted tip coming into sudden warm contact with the throbbing head of the eager teenager's twitching penis. She circled her tongue slowly over the hard rubbery flesh, hearing Joe's excited moans and feeling his hips twitch in response to the tantalizing sensation. The tip of her tongue found the little opening of the glans and darted wetly in to lick up the small drop of seminal fluid, its tangy taste serving only to stimulate her unnatural craving. Then her hand slipped softly to the base of the pulsing shaft as her lips parted to take just the tip of the engorged cockhead into the warmth and moisture of her mouth.
With a soft gasp, Karen trailed her tongue slowly downward along the straining cock shaft, prompting a low guttural moan to issue from Joe's throat. Her fingers played gently through the thin curls of hair at the boy's open fly, venturing cautiously inward to caress the tightly stretched sac of his testicles as she moved her lips back up the shaft to plant moist kisses around the jerking tip, continuing to play and tease him but still refusing to actually take his penis into her mouth. She couldn't even believe she was doing this. The act was so debasing, so degrading, and the worst of it hadn't even begun yet. But, mingled with her masochistic response, was another kind of pleasure she derived from teasing a boy like this. She could feel his excitement building; and she knew the playful caresses of her lips and tongue were about to drive him out of his mind. An instant later that assumption was verified in no uncertain terms.
"Ooohhh, Miss White!" Joe groaned suddenly. And as Karen made a soft purring sound, her lips again caressing his nakedly pulsating cock-head, Joe's hands dropped suddenly to her hair to hold her face against his loins as he jerked his hips eagerly forward, thrusting the full length of his hard throbbing cock clear to the back of his voluptuous English teacher's throat.
Karen gulped in surprise, giving out with a muffled cry of mixed delight and protest at the shocking penetration of her lips. The invading penis almost choked her, but she took a wanton masochistic pleasure in Joe's display of aggression, surrendering her lips willingly as she felt the wildly palpitating cock-head crush into the voluptuous tenderness of her mouth and shove relentlessly all the way back along the length of her tongue. She closed her eyes, purring softly around the throbbing hardness, gasping to catch her breath. Then she began to suck in earnest.
"Oh yes!" Joe grunted. "Come on, Miss White. That really feels good."
Karen's mouth was completely filled by the obscenely throbbing hardness of the young boy's cock. She had never felt so violated or shamed in her life, and she didn't even know how she would ever be able to look at herself in the mirror afterwards with the knowledge of what she had done. But she couldn't deny the forbidden enjoyment she derived from submitting to this sordid act, and as Joe began to urge her to bob her head up and down between his legs, she complied more than willingly.
As the scheming teenager groaned before her, hunching his hips in eager jerking motions on the desk, Karen surrendered her lips and mouth without reservation to the satisfaction of his raging lust. Again and again she felt the inflamed hardness shoving into her yielding mouth, the throbbing head ramming far to the back of her throat as Joe squirmed his loins against her face. She closed her eyes, whimpering softly, beginning to work her head up and down more swiftly in the bobbing movement against his loins, swishing her tongue in wild wet circles around the sensitively pulsing head on the upstroke and creating an eager suction with her lips and mouth as the massive shaft was plunged back toward her throat.
Little by little, the normally reserved English teacher was beginning to shed her inhibitions. She was thrusting herself body and soul without restraint into the lewd task of sucking the youngster's cock, and she concentrated all her efforts on it, making soft gurgling sounds deep in her throat, yielding herself up totally for his pleasure. She sucked ravenously, the electric current of excitement surging through her body only increasing her willingness to submit.
"Oh wow, Miss White!" she heard Joe exclaim. "That really feels good."
Karen could feel the desire building through the youngster's body, manifested in the more violent jerks of his hips which drove the palpitating head of his cock deeper and harder into her mouth, prompting even more distant-sounding mewls of submission to drop from her lips around the saliva-slickened base of the engorged cock-shaft. She further intensified the frenzied bobbing of her own head, her body now leaned far over so that her breasts brushed against Joe's knees as she began to sway and undulate as she continued her lewd cock sucking.
Then a shiver passed through Karen's body as she felt Joe drop his hands from her hair and reach down beneath her arms to begin to caress and massage her fully swollen mounds of breasts from the outside of her blouse and brassiere. She moaned softly, the friction on the brassiere cup causing the little buds of her nipples to grow instantly to tingling rigidity. Her own body was really coming to life now. Every inch of her voluptuously tingling flesh was demanding contact, sensation, a physical reward in exchange for the offering up of her mouth to Joe's lustful exploitation. And she knew that, wrong as it might be, she had to demand that reward.
With a sudden deep whimper, Karen raised her head, letting Joe's hard throbbing cock slip lightly from her mouth. Her face flushed as she gazed up pleadingly at the young boy, who looked back at her in surprise and disappointment.
"Touch me too, Joe," she said in a cracking voice. "Please . . . play with my pussy."
Karen knew it was the least she could ask. The way she felt right now she thought she would sacrifice anything, everything, to actually have sexual intercourse with this young boy whose cock had so violated her mouth and so titillated her in the process. But she knew she couldn't do that. She could let anything happen now that she had begun, except that. She might even have to let Joe climax right there in her mouth. She knew she couldn't leave him hanging, but if she yielded to the temptation to have sexual intercourse with him she would be committing a wrong for which she could never forgive herself, and for which she could never expect forgiveness from anyone else even Joe.
Karen groaned, her eyes descending briefly to the naked penis looming up so close to her face down to the softly exposed flesh of her own sensuous thighs, still completely revealed by her skirt which remained hiked far up toward her panties. Then again she lifted her eyes to the lust contorted face of the young boy sitting before her on her desk. She watched him desperately, her eyes pleading, her body crying out for the compensation her lust so demanded. Then, as
Joe extended his right hand back down toward her exposed thighs, she dropped her lips gently back to his rigidly protruding cock-head, her tongue swiping softly over the smoothly rounded tip, further mewls of submission and longing issuing from deep in her throat as Joe quivered and jerked his buttocks forward to drive the resilient shaft of his penis back deep into her mouth. Then a shudder shook her whole body as her student leaned far over, contorting his body so that even as she continued to suck his cock he was able to reach down and touch the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh and move his fingers once more up toward the hardly protected flesh of her hair-lined cunt.
She was still almost completely naked below the waist, with only the sheer panties to protect the sensitive orifice between her thighs, and her almost complete vulnerability to the young boy further stimulated her now uncontrollable passion. Her wantonly submissive mewling around his urgently thrusting cock-shaft intensified, and she resumed her fervent sucking with an even greater eagerness as she felt his index finger flick shockingly up inside the tight leg band of her panties to brush teasingly into the softly curling strands of blonde hair that adorned her pulsating little pussy slit.
Then suddenly a muffled wail issued from deep in Karen's throat as she felt the first shattering contact of the young boy's finger on the rigidly throbbing bud of her clitoris. She couldn't remember when she'd experienced such an exquisite sensation, and the very perversions of the nature of this encounter were exciting for her; it was an excitement of the kind she hadn't known since that other forbidden encounter so long ago which had led to the loss of her virginity. And though it almost gagged her, she shoved her face forward to bury her nose even deeper in Joe's loins and take for the first time the full length of his blood-engorged teenage cock in her mouth.
Karen moaned, every inch of her softly trembling flesh ignited to a fiery passion from the masochistic thrill of sucking the young boy off and the devastating sensation as his hands began to explore even more boldly the soft moist warmth of her pussy. Her tongue swiped softly about the smooth bulbous tip of his cock, as he jerked his hips upwards from the edge of the table to drive the resilient shaft relentlessly in and out between her ovaled red lips.
Then Karen groaned aloud, shattered by terrible premonitions as she felt Joe suddenly stiffen beneath her.
"Uh-oh, Miss White!" the youngster gasped, his cock seeming to throb even larger in her mouth. "I'm going to cum, Miss White. I can't help it, I just can't hold it any longer. It feels too good!"
Karen realized that this time she had gone too far. She was so excited she could hardly stand it. She felt that if she didn't have a release from the consuming desire raging completely out of control through her lust-tortured loins, she would die. And she knew that there was only one way to attain that release. She had to make love. She had to break the vow she'd made to herself only moments ago. She had to have young Joe's cock inside her. She had to be fucked.
And he was going to cum. If she didn't stop sucking him right now, he was going to cum in her mouth.
"I can't hold it," the youngster gasped, suddenly arching his hips upward again to drive the palpitating shaft of his cock even deeper into the sex-starved English teacher's throat.
With a desperate sob, Karen opened her lips wide and drew her head backward to let the jerking cock slip from her mouth. She heard the youngster's deep grunt of frustration and agony, and lifted her face to gaze at him pleadingly with her watering eyes. She knew what she was about to do was inexcusable. But she knew also that she was beyond stopping herself. It was inevitable now, as inevitable as the changing seasons.
"No, Joe," Karen said in a cracking voice.
"Don't cum. Wait and cum inside me. Inside my pussy."
The young boy's eyes bugged wide at hearing those blunt words from the sexy blonde English teacher. But Karen could see he was thrilled at the prospect of actually fucking her. She knew it would be a considerable triumph for him to succeed in the seduction of one of his teachers, one of his superiors at the school. And she knew that if she yielded to her passion and actually had sexual intercourse with this eager teenager, she would undoubtedly relinquish forever her authority over him in the classroom. But now even that didn't matter to Karen. She had to be fucked, and she had to be fucked right now!
"But . . . but where are we going to do it, Miss White?" Joe asked, his own voice quivering with his excitement.
Karen glanced desperately about the room, then reached down to seize the hem of her panties and begin to work them down off her ripely rounded buttocks.
"Right," Joe said anxiously, withdrawing his hand from between the sensuous blonde's thighs, and beginning to undo the buckle of his belt and pull his own trousers and jockey shorts off. Her whole body trembling with her unquenched desire, Karen stood up from her chair and moved around behind him. Watching Joe with undeniable passion, she dropped to her knees, then reclined slowly onto her back, her breasts visibly rising and falling with her strained breathing as she waited for him.
The excited teenager wet his lips with his tongue, holding his trousers just above his knees as he dropped his feet to the floor, and walked around the chair to stand before the prone, surrendered body of the sensuous blonde English teacher. He hadn't really believed anything would result from his coming here to her office today. He'd done it as much as anything else as a joke. He just wanted to see if he could persuade her to read Craig's story in his presence so he could watch her reaction. He'd been astonished when he succeeded in forcing her to play with his cock, flabbergasted when she'd begun to suck it. And now he was going to fuck her! He was going to fuck the freshman class English teacher, and he knew that after that triumph his reputation as the school stud would be more than secure.
"Come on, Joe," Karen said in a trembling voice, extending one of her arms upward in invitation. Her skirt was hiked up completely around her waist, so high that even the inviting little indentation of her navel was visible. Her panties lay on the floor beneath her swivel chair. From the waist down she was completely naked, her thighs slightly parted to reveal the lewdly moistened little slit of her pussy, nestled so invitingly in the soft curls of her blonde cuntal hair. Then Joe took a deep breath and, his naked cock twitching and throbbing as if with an excitement and lust of its own, dropped slowly to his knees in between the English teacher's parted thighs.
Karen felt a deep welling of satisfaction and anticipation in her breast as Joe lowered his body slowly over hers. She shivered at the first contact of his hard throbbing cock brushing up along the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, her buttocks jerking spontaneously as the youngster let the weight of his chest sag upon her voluptuously mounded breasts. It had been so long. It had been so long since she'd been fucked, and it seemed she'd almost forgotten what it felt like. But she had to have it now. No matter what the consequences might be later, she had to have Joe's penis inside her.
Joe twitched as he felt the young blonde woman reach down to again seize the already lust-tortured shaft of his penis, guiding it slowly upward between her thighs toward the invitingly little slit of her pussy. He didn't think he'd ever seen a woman so hot in his life. Miss White was really going out of her mind. She wanted him in her as quickly as possible. And the way he felt now that couldn't be any too soon.
Gasping for breath, Joe lunged eagerly forward. Then suddenly he felt the blonde
English teacher stiffen beneath him.
"Take it easy, Joe," Karen purred softly into the young boy's ear. "It's been a long time. Enter me gently."
Swallowing hard, Joe tried to regain control over his rapidly crescendoing desire. He shuddered as he felt the hot sensitive tip of his penis brush into the moistly curling strands of hair that fringed Miss White's cunt. Then he felt her thighs clamp tightly shut beneath his loins, and he raised his head to stare down in surprise at her strained face.
"No!" Karen gasped. "I . . . I can't do it." Karen sucked her breath in hoarsely, her whole body shuddered as the urgent inner battle was waged in her mind. A moment ago she had been ready, ready despite everything. Then, at that first crucial contact of the pulsing head of Joe's youthful cock pressing right up against the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, something drove home in her mind the seriousness of the act she was about to commit. And she had frozen. But she knew, hopeless as the idea made her feel, that she still couldn't resist. For a moment longer she held her thighs clenched tightly shut, the soft warm flesh caressing the throbbing cock that was thrust up between them. Then she sighed, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Yes I can. Yes I can, Joe. Come on and fuck me."
That did it. Miss White's hungry sucking of Joe's cock had destroyed his control. He had never had a woman use her mouth on him in his life. And it had been like nothing he'd ever experienced. If she hadn't stopped sucking him when she did, he thought he would have shot off right in her mouth. And now the proximity of his penis to the warmly inviting softness of her pussy was more than he could stand.
With a gasp Joe tried to hold back. But it was hopeless. As he stiffened upon Miss White's half-naked, urgently writhing body, he felt his cock seem to twitch even larger. Then the dam burst and his hot load of impetuous cum began to spray in thick searing droplets which splattered wetly on the sensitive flesh of the sexy young English teacher's naked inner thighs and into the softly curling hair that adorned the lips of her still unviolated cunt.
Even as he ejaculated, Joe desperately tried to insert the pulsing head of his cock into the tight little orifice of Miss White's vagina. But it was hopeless. There wasn't enough time, and as the last few drops of cum oozed feebly from the tiny little glans at the tip of his penis, Joe felt his spent cock begin slowly to deflate. Sighing, he raised his head, looking down in shame and embarrassment, at the still lust-contorted face of the sensuous blonde teacher.
"I'm sorry, Miss White. I couldn't help it."
Miss White said nothing. She merely stared at Joe contemptuously for a moment, then shook her head.
"It'll get up again in a minute," he said. "I promise. I can always raise a second hard-on if the girl will give a little help."
"No," his English teacher said in a firm voice filled with resentment and bitterness. "Just get out of here. Just get out of here, Joe Wilson, and don't ever come back."
CHAPTER FIVE
Joe paused at the steps that led up to the entrance of the Quad, staring with disgust down at the ground. "Goddman it," he muttered under his breath. He'd been so close. He'd been on the verge of sticking his cock right up into Miss White's vagina, and had really been ready to fuck her. If he could have just held off for a minute longer, just until he'd gotten it in. Then even if he had shot off he'd have kept on fucking her. Pretty soon he would have had a hard-on again. And he knew that if a man satisfied a woman like that, a woman capable of getting as hot as Miss White had today, he would be able to fuck her any time he wanted to.
Now, Joe knew, he would probably never get another chance. He'd never encountered the kind of scorn Miss White had shown for him after he'd prematurely ejaculated between her thighs instead of into her pussy. He knew he'd lost out. The only thing he had to show for his visit was that as he had been going out the door he asked her about Craig's story and she absently said she would change the "F" to an "A", because of its literary merit. That was what he had primarily gone up to her office to achieve. But it seemed scarcely consoling now.
Joe shook his head, sighing tiredly, and started up the steps and through the doors into the quad. He ascended the stairs to the second floor, and continued, dragging his feet, down the hall toward his room. Then he paused outside the door to Craig's room as he heard a loud burst of laughter from inside.
Joe hesitated for a moment before he opened the door and stepped in. Craig was seated cross-legged on his bunk, the xerox copy of his short story spread out before him. He was smoking a cigarette, which was something Joe had never before seen him do. Surrounding him were Bobby Carter and three other boys, all of whom had apparently read and enjoyed the story.
"Well, how'd it go at Miss White's office?" Bobby asked, looking up at Joe expectantly.
Joe hesitated. There was nothing in the world he would enjoy more than telling these boys about the school English teacher sucking his cock. But there was one drawback. If he admitted what happened afterwards, that he had lost control and shot off before he could stick it into her, he would lose his reputation as the stud of the freshman class. And that hard-earned reputation was based not on idle bragging, but genuine conquests. Joe had already been to bed with four girls in his life, two of them sophomores. He wasn't going to he and say that he'd fucked Miss White when he hadn't really done it. Besides that, even knowing it was hopeless, Joe really wanted the chance to try again. Telling these kids what Miss White had done would not be a very good strategy toward that goal.
"Oh, it went pretty good, I guess," Joe said at last, shrugging.
"I don't even care about the 'F' anymore," Craig said. The studious-looking youngster took another drag of his cigarette, coughed, and grinned sheepishly. "Maybe Miss White didn't like it, but all these guys have read it and they did. That's more important, really."
Joe grinned. "Miss White liked it too. We read it again in her office. I told her it was better than Wuthering Heights, and I think she agreed with me. Just before I left she changed the 'F' to an 'A'. "
"An 'A'? " Craig asked, his eyes widening. "So I guess I will be able to keep my perfect grade record!" He hesitated for a moment, then continued: "Hey, yeah, that's really great. Let me see it."
"Oh, I ran into Jimmy Mitchell on the way back from the office. He said he wanted to read the story and as you promised to let him have the original since Bobby had the copy, I went ahead and gave it to him."
"Fine," Craig said.
"Well, it's a hell of a good story anyway," Joe said. "Hey, hasn't anybody got another cigarette?"
Bobby Carter took a crumpled pack from his pocket and extended a cigarette toward Joe. He was about to take it when they heard a soft rap on the door.
"Who is it?" asked Craig.
"Jimmy."
Joe turned to open the door. Framed in it was Jimmy Mitchell, to whom he'd lent the original copy of Craig's story, less than fifteen minutes ago. The young boy's face was ghostly white.
"What the hell's the matter?" Joe asked, frowning.
Jimmy stepped inside. He hesitated, then shook his head and said shamefully: "I was reading Craig's story in the library. Miss Markham, the librarian, started reading over my shoulder. I didn't even know she was there until she reached down and grabbed it out of my hands." He paused. "She said she was taking it straight to Superintendent Dirks."
"Oh shit," Joe muttered softly.
* * *
Karen felt terrible. She'd hardly slept at all last night. She'd been haunted by yesterday's degrading incident at her office with Joe Wilson. She couldn't believe now that she had done what she had, that she had sucked his penis and that, had it not been for his premature ejaculation, she would have let him have sexual intercourse with her. Karen knew there could never be an excuse for what she'd done. And she felt she would bear a burden of remorse for her actions as long as she lived. Yet almost equal to her guilt was another at least equally disturbing problem: the gnawing lust that had prompted her perverted actions remained with her, profound as ever.
Exhausted from her lack of sleep, Karen made her way down the hall of the second floor of the main class building toward her office. She had an almost unbearable dread of having to face her class today, particularly the freshman English class of which Joe Wilson was a member. She didn't know how she would even be able to look him in the eye, knowing what he knew about her and bound also to the realization that he might have related yesterday's event to some of his fellow students. Karen knew that if her actions came to light she would be in serious trouble.
The sensuous blonde, who still looked lovely despite her trying night, nervously unlocked the door to her office and then stepped inside. She felt she had returned to the scene of the crime, for a brief moment she had the inclination to flee, but not only the office, the school, her job, the city itself. Then she was startled by the rude jangling of the telephone.
"Hello, Karen White," the nervous young woman said in a near-cracked voice.
She waited silently for a moment, then her face blanched as she heard the voice at the other end of the line: "Hello, Karen. Amy here. Superintendent Dirkson would like to see you in his office immediately."
"Yes . . . all right," Karen answered almost in a whisper, placing the receiver lightly back on the hook.
Superintendent Dirkson had found out about what happened yesterday between her and Joe. That was the first explanation that came to Karen's mind, and with it, sheer panic. But at second thought she realized she could be jumping to conclusions. It was, after all, not that uncommon for her to be summoned to the superintendent's office. Though he was an able school administrator, Karen had always found the fifty year old superintendent of the school somewhat creepy. She was uncomfortable around him. She didn't like the way she often caught him looking at her. And it did seem that he summoned her to the office with inordinate frequency, and on the slightest of pretexts.
But the possibility that Karen's worst fear was well-founded still remained, and she didn't know how she could possibly face Superintendent Dirkson if by some means or other he had found out what had happened here in her office yesterday. Already flagellated near the breaking point by her own pangs of conscience, Karen knew she would not have the fortitude to defend her actions before her superior if yesterday's episode was the reason for him calling her over to the office. And she had the sudden temptation to actually go through with what she'd considered a moment ago to flee, leave here and never return and just hope that somehow and someday she would be able to escape from the memory of what had happened here.
But she really had no place to go. It was the middle of the term, and Karen knew it would be difficult to find another appointment before next September, or summer school at the soonest. It was still a week till pay day and she would have only her meager savings to fall back on. It was enough money to live until September, but an amount hardly sufficient to give her the sense of security she had need of.
After another moment's consideration, Karen hit upon a compromise. She would report to the superintendent's office as requested, and if she was confronted, when she got there, with what had happened here yesterday, she would just leave immediately, without bothering to defend herself, without even making arrangements to pick up this month's pay. But if she had been summoned on another matter, she would pretend nothing had happened. And she would keep her fingers crossed, trusting that Joe Wilson would be ashamed enough of his own failure to keep what had happened a secret.
With a sigh Karen hooked her purse strap over her arm, briefly checked the mail in her box, then locked the door and made her way downstairs to the Superintendent's office. As she stepped into the reception room, she was momentarily buffered by the warm smile with which Amy, the Superintendent's secretary, greeted her. Then her heart almost leapt to her throat as the pleasant woman spoke. "Go on in, Karen. They're waiting for you."
They? The plural pronoun was like a flash of lightning in Karen's mind. They: Joe Wilson and Superintendent Dirkson. But Karen realized again that she might be jumping to conclusions. For all she knew, Superintendent Dirkson had called a meeting of the four English teachers who worked at the school. Yet, even so, she didn't have the courage to ask Amy who it was she was referring to. Instead, she walked stiffly past the secretary's desk, and opened the door which led to the superintendent's office.
Then Karen's heart almost skipped a beat. Seated across from the school's top administrator was not Joe Wilson, as she had feared, but Craig Martin. Spread out on the desk before the superintendent was Craig's short story, the "A" Karen had awarded it yesterday appearing in bright red on the cover sheet, and the "F" crossed out.
Karen stared in stunned silence at the manuscript for a moment, then glanced pleadingly at Craig, who looked up sheepishly at her, visibly squirming with discomfort. Then the apprehensive blonde shifted her attention slowly to the Superintendent, and she realized immediately that, though her worst fears had not been realized, this was still not going to be easy for her. The superintendent's face was a mask of sternness, but Karen could see from the twinkle in his eyes that he was secretly gloating. The way he was looking at her almost made her skin crawl, and she knew that behind his hypocritical piety was a lechery of the basest sort.
"Miss White!" Dirkson said at last, rising momentarily and quickly resuming his seat. "So nice of you to come. If you'd please sit down, I have a little literary question I'd like to discuss with you and Craig."
"Yes sir," Karen said softly, trying to control her voice. She cast another helpless glance at Craig, then took a seat beside the nervous youngster.
"Now I suppose you must have guessed why I called you here?" the superintendent asked. "Yes, I have."
"Miss Markham, our able librarian, found one of your students, Jimmy Mitchell, reading this epic piece of pornography in the library yesterday. She was kind enough to seize it and bring it to me, and I read it last night. I found it absolutely stunning." The superintendent paused, then added: "That is, the fact that you saw fit to award this piece of filth an 'A'. " Superintendent Dirkson smiled shrewdly. "I wonder if you have an explanation?"
Karen hesitated, acutely aware of Craig's eyes on her as she tried to decide how to begin to explain her position on the obviously pornographic, but well-written story. Now the arguments eluded her, or collapsed in her mind. Yesterday it had all seemed different. The fact that the story was well-written, that it did have a cutting social significance, seemed to validate the pornography. But yesterday she'd been in a virtual dream state herself. The emotional condition in which she had agreed to change the grade from "F" to "A" had been the same emotional condition under which she had eventually submitted to the temptation to suck Joe Wilson's penis and had invited him to have sexual intercourse with her. Now everything had changed. Though her lust was still unquenched, she was burdened with remorse. The story had somehow led to her own downfall and she couldn't defend it. She didn't know how.
"Was it your intention, by awarding this story an 'A', Miss White, to set it as an example to the rest of the class?"
Karen shook her head. "No. Of course not."
"Did you find the material interesting, appealing, exciting?"
Karen lifted her eyes slowly, but she was hardly able to meet the superintendent's leering gaze. At last she shook her head. "No."
"Is it your intention to encourage Craig? I mean in this kind of writing? Are you considering perhaps that if he wants to make money as a writer, he should begin very soon learning the craft that seems to make the most money in that field?"
"No!" Karen gasped, now almost in tears.
"Then why did you give this story an 'A'? "
Karen bit her lips, again shaking her head, staring shamefully down at her own lap and the outline of her shapely thighs revealed by her modest, loose skirt. "I don't know. I don't know why I gave it an 'A'. "
"Are you going to allow the 'A' to remain?"
"No. I'll let you be the judge of the grade and make the correction in my book as you advise."
CHAPTER SIX
Craig Martin trudged gloomily down the hall toward the room where the freshman English class was held, lugging his books as if they were an overbearing burden. He walked slowly through the door of the already half-filled classroom and made his way to his seat behind Joe Wilson. Joe and Bobby Carter were already in their places, watching him expectantly.
"What happened?" Joe asked.
Craig put his books down on the top of the desk and flopped down into his seat. "She changed the "A" back to an "F". My perfect record's screwed up after all. And Superintendent Dirkson has assigned me to do a ten thousand-word report on the growth of the American highway system."
"Ten thousand words?" asked Bobby. "How many pages is that?"
"It's about fifty pages of longhand," Craig said. "I've got a week to do it, and he wants it well-researched. He says he's familiar with the subject, which means I probably won't get any other writing done. And I was starting another short story too."
"What about Miss White?" asked Joe.
"What about her?"
"I mean," Joe began, "what did she say?"
Craig shook his head. "She didn't say anything at all. She just looked embarrassed. She told Superintendent Dirkson she would give the story whatever grade he felt it merited. He said it merited an "F", and after thinking it over for two seconds, she said she agreed."
"She sure changes her mind fast, doesn't she?" asked Bobby.
Joe was about to answer when Amy Sinclair, Superintendent Dirkson's secretary, appeared in the doorway of the classroom.
"Could I have your attention?" the buxom woman announced loudly. She waited a moment until the conversation in the room died down, then stated: "I'm sorry to inform you that Miss White has reported ill. Today's class will be excused, and you'll use it as a study period in the library. Now if you'll all come with me, please."
"I've got an idea," Joe said, rising. "Look, Craig. How would you like to get a real piece of ass?"
Craig, who'd also risen and been in the process of picking up his books, almost dropped the whole lot of them. He stared at Joe with shock, almost fear in his wide eyes. "Get a piece of ass? Me?"
"Sure. It happens to nearly everybody sooner or later and I think this may be your chance."
Joe, leading the way, the three boys started back up the aisle toward the door of the classroom. But he slowed his pace, allowing the rest of the class to draw a short distance ahead of them before he turned back to Craig.
"Miss White."
Craig stared at the taller teenager with disbelief. "Miss White?"
"Don't you think she's good-looking?"
"I think she's one of the best looking women I ever saw," said Craig. "But she wouldn't let me get anywhere near her. Especially after what's happened now."
"Don't kid yourself. That "F" is your big break. Unless you're scared to try."
"I'm not scared," Craig said nervously.
"Then go to her place after school today. Take your short story. Ask her why she didn'-t help you. Play on her guilt, and when you think the time is right, make a pass at her."
"But.. . "
"But nothing," snapped Joe. "I know women. And I know Miss White got excited as hell from your story. I watched her read it."
* * *
Karen had just stepped out of the shower and was drying off her voluptuous body when she heard the doorbell ring. She felt an instant trepidation at the prospect of being visited by anyone, the way she felt now, yet at the same time a curiosity made it imperative to answer it. After the embarrassing ordeal at Superintendent Dirkson's office, Karen had realized she couldn't conceivably face the freshman class and Joe Wilson, not to mention Craig Martin, whom she'd betrayed by her unwillingness to defend the position even she had come to assume, regarding his short story. She'd lounged about her apartment all day long, knowing that her unwillingness to confront her students today was only going to make it more difficult to face them tomorrow. Now she'd decided to slip out to a movie in the hope that might offer her at least a vicarious escape from her troubles. But she had to see who it was at the door; otherwise she would worry about it all night.
Taking unconscious note of the softly inviting curves of her sensuous body reflected in the full length bathroom mirror, Karen quickly threw a light bathrobe over her shoulders, and pulled it protectively together over her breasts and thighs at the front, tying the sash tightly. The bell sounded again and she made her way quickly out and across the living room to the foyer and opened the front door. It was Craig Martin.
Karen felt her heart pounding in her breast as she regarded the small, studious-looking figure of the boy who stood in her doorway. She had really let him down today. She had an obligation to defend her actions in deciding, whatever the circumstances behind that decision might have been, to change the "F" grade to an "A". Craig deserved that much. He was her best student, and she'd always had a lot of faith in him. And he had trusted her, trusted her enough to submit to her a story that, though not without merit, was certainly controversial for a freshman in the English class. And Karen had failed that trust.
"Hello . . . Craig," the sensuous blonde woman said after a moment's silence, trying to manage a smile. "Would you . . . like to come in?"
The young boy lifted his eyes slowly, looking nervously at Karen's face, then letting his gaze drift ever so fleetingly down the length of her voluptuously curved body, outlined teasingly in the loose fitting bathrobe. "Yes, ma'am."
Karen stepped back from the door, then turned and led the hesitant youngster through the foyer and into the small, neatly kept living room. "What.. . what brings you around?" she asked, then smiled faintly. "I guess I don't have to ask that."
Craig hesitated. "I thought you were ill."
Karen turned slowly to face the cute bespectacled youngster. Now she did manage a genuine smile. "Did you really?"
"No, ma'am," Craig said, shaking his head. He placed the notebook he had held under his arm on the coffee table before the couch, and looking up hesitantly said, "I don't blame you for what happened today at the office. I know you couldn't be expected to defend a story like that before Superintendent Dirkson. But I wanted to find out, confidentially, what you really thought about it."
"Oh Craig," Karen almost sobbed, all her affection for the youngster who during the course of this term had become her favorite student in the whole school welling up suddenly in her breast. "I did wrong today. I should have stood up for your story, in spite of everything. I had changed the grade to an "A" and I should have stood by that."
"You mean, you did like it?"
Karen bit her lip. "I thought it was.. . I thought it was very well-handled. I'm not happy to receive that kind of material in my class, for reasons which I think you can understand. But I like the way you write. I should have at least pointed that out to Superintendent Dirkson."
"Do you like me?"
"What?"
Craig swallowed hard. "Do you like me? I mean, do you think I'm handsome or cute or . . . or whatever.. . " His voice faded and he looked nervously down at the floor.
Karen couldn't resist. Hardly even thinking of what she was doing, she stepped suddenly forward, putting her arms around Craig's neck and, pulling his face forward to snuggle it warmly against her full, soft breasts. She ran her fingers eagerly through his hair, a warmth swelling through her as she crushed his face to the softness of the two voluptuous mounds, scarcely protected by the thin housecoat she wore. With everything that she had been through the last couple of days, Karen had hardly realized how much she missed the relationship she had come, over the course of the semester, to enjoy with Craig. And the fact that after the way she had betrayed him today in Superintendent Dirkson's office he still could care what she thought about him, care whether or not she liked him, made her almost want to cry with joy.
For an extended period of time, Karen held tightly to the frail youngster, swaying slightly on her feet, her own breath hastening in response to the intensity of her feelings. It was only later, as she felt one of Craig's trembling hands move up beneath her arm to begin caressing and massaging the side of the vibrantly swollen mounds of her breasts, that she realized the inference Craig had drawn from what in her mind had been a purely innocent gesture of affection.
As for Craig, he was so scared that he could hardly breathe. But he'd let Joe Wilson talk him into coming here tonight, and he'd agreed to try to make a pass at Miss White. And that was something he'd never done in his life. He was scared of girls his own age, and the mere thought of trying something like this with Miss White seemed virtually beyond conception. But he couldn't deny, astonishing as it seemed, that the English teacher had offered him an opening. And he knew that if he passed it up he'd regret it for years to come.
Karen stiffened, paralyzed to immobility by Craig's sudden shocking move. She sucked her breath in hoarsely, an involuntary shiver coursing through her flesh as she felt his hand crush softly down against the ripe firmness of one of her sensitive breasts. Then she gasped aloud as Craig turned his head slightly and suddenly covered his mouth over the already hard swollen little bud of her nipple, protruding rigidly against the thin material of her robe. A tingle darted up her spine from the sudden titillating contact, and she felt an instant fluttering in her loins from the tantalizing sensation.
In spite of his inexperience, Craig sensed that Miss White was getting excited. And he knew that now he had nothing to lose. He'd already made his move. He might as well follow through to the end or until she forcibly stopped him. Sucking hungrily on the hard swollen bud of the excited English teacher's nipple from the outside of her flimsy housecoat, he dropped his hand down from beneath her arm, running it slowly down her side to suddenly seize the firmness of one of her full-fleshed buttocks, just as the soldier had in his short story, and pulled her loins tightly to his. Then, feeling his penis twitch urgently in his trousers, the frightened youngster shoved his hips forward, pressing the throbbing hardness of his small young cock eagerly up between her thighs.
For a moment Karen was too dazed to even think. She might have expected this kind of advance from some of the students, but not from Craig. Even considering the fact that he'd had the audacity to submit and write that pornographic short story, she'd never have thought that he would make so bold a play as this.
Then suddenly, it occurred to the young teacher what must have happened.
Karen groaned, unable to deny the surge of forbidden pleasure which welled through her loins at the hard contact of Craig's erect penis, tenting up in his trousers to press threateningly against the tender softness of her hardly protected loins. And as the explanation of Craig's motivation finally became clear in her mind, she felt a sinking in her breasts, a sudden and profound sense of despair. Her legs almost went weak, her body limp. Then, with a deep groan, she reached down to seize the young boy's hand and jerk it away from her ripely rounded buttocks, at the same time desperately pushing his face from her breast and drawing back away from him.
"He told you, didn't he?" she gasped, staring wide-eyed at the surprised and excited teenager.
"What?"
"Joe told you what happened at my office yesterday! He told you how we almost made . . . love?" Karen's voice had trailed off slowly. The significance of the stunned look on Craig's face had registered in her mind as she spoke, but it had not registered quickly enough to stop her from saying what she had. It was only as she added the word "love", as an afterthought, that it became apparent to her that Craig hadn't known about her and Joe. And now she had told him. She had unwittingly given herself away.
"Oh my God," Karen said in a whisper. "You didn't know, did you?"
"No," Craig answered in a stunned voice, shaking his head.
"Then why . . . why did you try that?"
"I don't know," Craig said thoughtfully, frowning as the pieces of the puzzle began to fall together in his mind. Now he knew why Joe had sent him here. Joe had almost fucked Miss White the day he went up to discuss Craig's paper with her. For some reason, Joe thought that he, Craig, had a better chance of actually making it with Miss White. Craig was beginning to build up his faith in his friend's judgment. Frightened as he was, he was beginning to suspect that he might really have a chance with the English teacher.
For a moment longer, Craig stared silently at the floor. Then slowly he looked up, his eyes moving intently up the length of the English teacher's voluptuous body, teasingly revealed by the loosely falling robe. He became aware for the first time since his arrival that her skin was damp beneath the robe. She must have just gotten out of the bath when he'd arrived, and if that were so she was probably naked beneath it. All it would take was one little jerk on that sash that held it together in front, and there would be nothing to conceal those voluptuous naked curves of her flesh from his gaze. The mere thought almost drove him out of his mind, and Craig knew he had to try.
"I did it because I wanted . . . I wanted to make love to you," Craig said hesitantly.
"But Craig," Karen gasped. "What makes you think I would do a thing like that?"
"I thought you liked me."
"I do like you. But teachers and students don't.. . I.. . I still don't understand why you think I would . . . "
"I've never done it to a woman," Craig said, trying to sound very ashamed. "The girls at school don't much like me. But I just wanted to do it, just once, so I could really write about it with experience."
Karen watched the young boy in desperation. He looked almost as if he were about to cry, and now more than ever she felt her true emotion begin to surface, all the bursting affection she had for him swelling up in her breast with an effect as devastating as her own secret desire.
"Please, Miss White. I won't ever tell anyone. I won't even tell Joe." Craig paused for a moment, rallying his courage, then added: "And I know you want to. I can see it in your eyes."
It was true, Karen thought. She did want to. She wanted to make love to Craig. All the lust and frustration that had lain dormant in her body since the last time she'd made love to a man had surfaced. The first reading of Craig's short story had been the catalyst, prompting her to commit an obscene act of masturbation. Then yesterday she'd sucked the cock of another fourteen year old male student, and after that she'd been ready and willing to have sexual intercourse with him, no matter what the potential future consequences of the act. But he had failed her, and through last night and today she had been tormented by her unquenched passion. And now, just the brief bit of contact of Craig's hands on her body and his face snuggling in the voluptuous valley between her proud high set breasts and his tongue sucking at the sensitive little nipple from the outside of her housecoat had almost driven her out of her mind. She did want him now. She wanted Craig, young and inexperienced as he was. She wanted to make love to him.
Craig could see the crisis of struggle mirrored in the blonde woman's face, see the weakness and longing in her watering eyes. He knew that if ever there had been a time that was right for anything, this was the time that was right for the pulling of that sash and, frightened as he was, he forced himself to move.
"Oh no, Craig!" Karen gasped as the young boy suddenly stepped back toward her. "Please don't touch me now!"
Then the lust-crazed English teacher looked down in shock and horror as Craig seized the sash that held her skimpy robe together in the front in a sudden motion of his arm jerking it completely loose. A sob of helplessness rose in her throat as she watched the material of her robe part swiftly, yet in her eyes as though in slow motion, off the two voluptuous mounds of her breasts, the smooth sensuous flesh of her belly and the softly haired little triangle between her shapely legs. Then as Craig stepped suddenly forward to press his body against her nakedly exposed flesh, his hand moving up to caress her breast and slip beneath her arm inside her robe to her back to pull her body tightly against him as his loins drove hard up against her naked thighs, she almost fainted. But Craig bounced suddenly up to his tiptoes, his mouth crushing eagerly against her sensuously parted lips and her tongue flicking wetly between them as his hand moved lower down her back onto the firmly rounded half-moon of one of her naked buttocks.
Karen clenched her eyes tightly shut, exerting a last feeble resistance against the uncontrollable sensations coursing relentlessly through her half naked body. But the soft kneading of Craig's fingers into the sensitive firmness of her ripe ass-cheeks and the shocking pressure of his throbbing erection pushed up against her soft loins brought moans of lust and passion from her lips that could not be quieted. She was losing the struggle. She couldn't help herself. She wanted this young boy so badly she thought she would die if she couldn't have him. And she had to have all of him; she had to have his virgin cock inside her pussy, no matter what the cost.
With a soft whimper, Karen drew her lips away from her over-eager student's. She looked with watering eyes down at his excited face, her buttocks spontaneously jerking from the caress of his hands on her tender flesh. "All right, Craig, I'll make love to you. Take off your clothes and let's go in and get into bed."
"Really?" Craig asked in a trembling voice.
Karen smiled. "Yes. Really."
Craig hesitated for a moment longer, then slowly dropped his hand from Karen's buttocks and stepped back, his gaze slowly descending down the length of her body, her breasts, her belly, the forbidden little triangle of her pussy now completely exposed to his hungry eyes.
Her naked breasts visibly rising and falling with her strained breathing, Karen moved past the excited teenager and crossed the hall into her bedroom. Craig followed, his heart pounding furiously, his penis standing up rigidly erect, bulging tightly in the crotch of his trousers. He was going to get laid! He was going to get his first piece of ass! After dreaming about it all this time, after reading countless classical erotic novels and masturbating in the privacy of his dormitory room, after writing about the act of which he had only dreamed, he was finally going to get it for real! Holy crap!
Karen paused beside her bed, turning to look back at the boy with sultry, narrowed eye. "Now, Craig," she said in a lusty voice. "Take your clothes off."
Craig hesitated for a moment, feeling self-conscious at the prospect of undressing before Miss White, even though he'd already seen the front of her body completely naked. Then he kicked off his shoes and in a quick motion peeled his sweater and T-shirt over his head. Then he averted his eyes shamefully and fumbled hesitantly with his belt buckle and the buttons of his Levi's.
"Come on, Craig," Miss White purred softly. "Don't be nervous."
In a quick impulsive gesture Craig pulled down his trousers and his jockey shorts to suddenly free the youthfully throbbing shaft of his penis to loom up in complete naked exposure, the blood-engorged head palpitating almost visibly. He stepped clumsily out of his trousers, watching as his teacher reached up to gently shove the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor to leave her completely naked too. Craig stared at her hungrily, his excitement-hardened penis jerking as he involuntarily flexed it. Then he nervously wet his lips and spoke in a near cracked voice. "I'm not sure I know what to do, Miss White."
Karen smiled. She knew she might spend her whole life regretting the act she was about to commit. But there was no longer any question of turning back. She'd gone much too far. She couldn't have changed her mind if she'd wanted to.
"That's all right, Craig. I'll show you what to do. Just come here and stand close to me and put your hands on me and start getting me ready to make love."
Karen closed her eyes as the young boy stepped eagerly toward her. She sighed deeply as she felt his breath blow softly over her already rigidly swollen nipples. Then a little shiver of anticipation and longing coursed through her naked body as he leaned closer, pressing his face into the deep valley of softness between her voluptuous breasts, his lips coming into sudden contact with her still shower-damp flesh even as his hands dropped to the flaring half-moons of her ass-cheeks and the hotly tingling shaft of his penis pressed hard up between her unprotected thighs.
"Yes, Craig," Karen moaned as one of the teenager's fingers moved down between the ripe mounds of her buttocks. His tongue flicked moistly from his mouth to caress one of her tiny swollen breast tips, and his hand brushed right over the little puckered hole of her anus before he reached up between her thighs from the rear to stroke softly into the little silken hairs that lined the tight slit of her pussy.
Then the voluptuously naked English teacher moaned aloud as her hips spontaneously jerked forward so that the naked flesh of Craig's rigid penis prodded up threateningly in between her thighs, the bulbous tip ramming hard against the sensitively tingling bud of her clitoris. She almost collapsed from the stunning contact, and for a moment she had to hold on to Craig for support. Then, groaning softly, she reclined onto her back onto the bed in an almost perfect spread-eagled position, pulling the young boy down on top of her as she did so.
Craig trembled, reclining the full weight of his frail body on Miss White's fully swollen breasts, letting his loins sag between her widespread thighs, his penis continuing to prod hotly against the warmly moistened lips of her pussy.
"What do . . . what do I do now, Miss White?"
Karen sighed deeply. "Put your hand between my legs and play with my pussy with your fingers. For just a minute. Just long enough to get it good and moist."
Craig needed no further encouragement. He arched his buttocks up, reaching eagerly down beneath his own body to trail his hand quickly up the straining inner flesh of Miss White's smoothly contoured thigh, feeling her buttocks jerk in a spontaneous movement as his extended middle finger found sudden searing contact with the thin little hair-lined slit of her. pussy. The lust-crazed English teacher moaned deeply, running her hands with increasing ardor up and down Craig's back and hugging him even tighter to her voluptuously rounded breasts as she felt his fingers part her flanged pussy lips and begin to probe cautiously up into the warmly quivering passage of her cunt.
"Oh yes! Yes!" Karen moaned, her buttocks jerking in a frenzied spasm to the tantalizing invasion of Craig's middle finger up into the most sensitive tightness of her vagina. Then she knew she could wait no longer. Craig was almost as excited as Joe Wilson had been yesterday, and the mere thought that he might lose control, as Joe had. and cum before he'd gotten his penis inside her was more than the hopelessly aroused blonde could bear. She was already so hot she didn't need any further stimulation she" was ready. She had to be fucked, and she had to be fucked now!
With a distant moan of surrender, Karen reached down to seize Craig's lustfully jerking cock, guiding it quickly up and inserting just the smooth head between the sensitive lips of her cunt, emitting a low sob at the first faint stab of pain as the slight resistance gave way to let the wildly throbbing tip inside. She moaned aloud, lunging her hips eagerly upward and spreading her thighs even wider as she felt the palpitating rod of cock flesh slip slowly into her pulsing cuntal opening, gradually boring into the softly yielding walls, deeper and deeper until she was completely skewered and Craig's young sperm-filled testicles slapped softly down into the sensitive crack of her quivering ass-cheeks.
Then she could control herself no longer. "Oh fuck me, Craig!" she gasped. "Fuck me as I've never been fucked before. It feels so good. It feels so good."
"It feels.. . it feels too good to me," Craig croaked. "It feels so good I can hardly stand it. I don't know if I'm going to be able to hold back very long. It feels too good."
Karen knew she hadn't moved a moment too soon. The extended foreplay had pushed her new fourteen year old lover almost to the breaking point. Unless she missed her guess, Craig had probably never even kissed a woman before. And the act of actual intercourse was probably driving him out of his mind. She knew he would cum very soon. He couldn't be expected to control himself on his first experience. And she was determined not to blame him for that, or to make him feel badly.
"That's all right, Craig. I understand. Just fuck me. Just fuck me and do it as it comes naturally to you."
Craig lay motionless for a moment on Miss White's naked trembling body. The feel of her luscious wet pussy flexing and tightening on his throbbing cock, her thighs clinging to his hips, her voluptuous breasts mashed down beneath his chest, was better than anything the young boy had ever experienced. It seemed too good to be true. He was finally getting a piece of ass, and that was something that could never be taken away from him. And now Miss White was begging him to really fuck her. Craig didn't know whether or not he was up to it, but he was determined to try.
With a low guttural moan, the trembling teenager began to move his hips. Karen shivered beneath him, her lewdly impaled body twisting in lustful ecstasy from the sensation of finally having a cock inside her hungering pussy. She clung tightly to him, her thighs scissoring slowly open and closed, little insane ripples of pleasure tingling through the nerve ends of her flesh as he began to thrust his pulsing hardness in and out of her trembling cunt, gradually increasing the length of his strokes to burrow the throbbing cock-head deeper and deeper into her tortured loins. He snuggled his face down against her high-mounded breasts, his tongue flicking wetly over the tingling buds of her nipples as he began to fuck in earnest, lunging his lust-inflamed hardness in smooth rhythmic thrusts in and out of her yielding little cuntal mouth, prompting involuntary contractions around the surging cock shaft as Karen's buttocks began to jerk and hunch in avid response.
"Oh yes, Craig. Yes. You're doing wonderfully," Karen soothed the boy as she felt him gaining confidence, felt him shifting his body to thrust the palpitating shaft of his cock into her pussy at new and even more exciting angles, his hands beginning to explore eagerly over the lightly perspiring flesh of her breasts and buttocks. She whimpered through bared teeth, running her fingers through Craig's hair, little mewls and cries of pleasure exuding from her throat as she began a more wildly undulating motion of her naked buttocks that almost lifted the boy completely off the bed.
Now the sensuous blonde's cries of passion were growing louder. Her teeth were gritted, her eyes open and shining with fiery lust. Her head lolled from side to side on the mattress, whipping her blonde hair back and forth over her naked shoulders. Her buttocks gyrated frenziedly in an obscene rolling motion that varied and intensified the almost unbearable friction on Craig's impaling rod of flesh. Her body was really coming to life now, caught in the swell of the maddeningly electric excitement that began deep in her cunt and flowered relentlessly through all her naked flesh. She was obsessed, tossing and writhing each instant more savagely in her response to the wanton titillating of her most sensitive inner vaginal tightness.
"Oh yes, Craig!" Karen moaned into the young boy's ears, her hands searching forcibly down his back to seize his naked buttocks and guide his racking lunges into the tender softness of her snugly clasping loins. An almost incessant stream of moans and whispers poured from her lips, and she arched her own buttocks even higher, bucking and tossing wildly beneath the squirming youngster. Something was happening to her, something she hadn't experienced in so long she'd almost forgotten what it felt like. The little quivers of lust were coursing through her flesh more and more frequently; reality and its chains were fading in the face of the relentless onslaught of lust and passion. She felt as she hadn't felt in years, and though she could hardly believe it could be true, she was beginning to think she might be able to cum . . . here, like this, spread obscenely wide beneath one of her freshman students!
And above her, Craig groaned, his fingers clawing at her trembling breasts, searching hungrily over the soft flesh of her body. He knew he wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer, and he began to slam his loins down between Miss White's thighs in a shocking staccato rhythm, prompting a series of deep grunts from the English teacher's throat as his penis seemed to swell up even larger in the quivering tightness of her warm, moist vagina.
For several moments longer Karen languished in limbo, straining and writhing as she felt the waves of searing pleasure course through her. As a result of actual sexual intercourse, she had experienced only one orgasm in her life; that was years ago when she'd first lost her virginity to a young boy whose last name she couldn't even remember now. Since then she'd attained periodic emotional release from her sexual encounters with the various, but infrequent men she'd known carnally, and a degree of physical release from the shameful act of masturbation. But this was different, the way she felt now. It was the real thing and it was really going to happen. Little Craig Martin was going to make her cum!
An instant later Karen felt the first shattering trembles begin deep up in her belly. She sighed deeply, her body going limp to lie almost completely motionless beneath the panting youngster save for the involuntary shivers shooting through her loins and buttocks. Realizing what was happening, the young boy continued his own racking lust, endowed with an energy he'd never known as the sperm welled up from his testicles and began its mad dash toward ejaculation. Then suddenly the nakedly trembling English teacher gave out with an even more distant-sounding moan as the waves of ecstasy finally began to surge far up into her loins, sweeping relentlessly over her softly perspiring flesh to sweep aside all else, into complete oblivion. She threw her legs upward, locking her thighs high around the teenager's back to form a straight sheath of her vagina as she felt his swiftly lunging penis twitch and throb as the first fresh droplets of cum spurted obscenely up into the depths of her trembling pussy flesh.
Craig continued to slam down viciously against Miss White's writhing white body, grunting and groaning and ejaculating hot droplets of cum in great spurts up into the openly flowered softness of her pussy until she sank down in exhaustion and lay still beneath him. Then slowly he slacked off, feeling her hands drop from his body as he shot the last of his sperm into her still warmly clasping loins and felt his little penis begin to slowly deflate. Then with a gasp he sank down upon her, straining to catch up with his breathing as she showered soft kisses of gratitude upon his face.
For a few moments Craig lay still on top of
Miss White. Then he slowly withdrew and rolled off onto his back, looking at her with a sheepish but proud smile as she reached round to stroke gently the lewdly moistened, now completely deflated shaft of his cock.
"Craig?" Miss White began softly.
"Yes?"
"I want you to promise me something. I want you to promise me you'll never tell Joe and the other boys what happened here today. Lie to them. Tell them you made a pass at me and I threw you out or something. Anything. And, if you do that, you can come back here tomorrow and nearly every night and fuck me."
In spite of his exhaustion, Craig's penis throbbed slightly as he heard those words. "Yes ma'am! I promise! I won't tell anyone!"
Karen sighed with relief, a relief that derived not so much from the fact that she could at least hope that what had happened here tonight would not be made public as from the fact she would have a longer affair with this cute fourteen year old boy who had done what no man had been able to do in so long.
"I trust you, Craig," she said softly. "And I'll tell you what else: I'll help you with that paper that Superintendent Dirkson assigned you to write. That will give you more time to keep up with your serious work. And I've got another idea too. I was thinking it over earlier this evening."
"What's that?" asked Craig.
"Do you have another copy of that short story?"
"Yes. I've got it here in my notebook."
"I know a literary magazine that publishes very avant garde material. I think I'm going to send them yours just to see what their editors say about it."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Joe Wilson quickly climbed the stairs to the third floor of the campus and strode briskly down the hall to the third doorway. He opened it without knocking and stepped inside. Bobby Carter was sprawled on his bunk with an algebra book in his lap.
"What's that?" Bobby asked, looking at the several sheets of typed paper Joe carried.
Joe pitched the paper onto his friend's desk. "Read it. Page three."
Putting his math book aside, Bobby raised his eyebrows as he started to thumb through the manuscript. "It's another short story, huh? By Craig?"
"Yeah. He gave it to me this morning. He said he wanted my opinion."
"Is it as good as the last one?"
Joe was silent for a moment. "No, I don't think so. This one's just plain pornography. But the point is, I didn't help Craig with it."
Bobby sighed and turned to the page Joe had indicated. He read slowly, his interest visibly reflected by his expression. When he reached the end of the passage, he looked up, taking a deep breath. "Well, that's a hell of a vivid fuck scene."
"You're damn right it is. And you know what it means, don't you?"
Bobby frowned. "No, what?"
Joe watched his friend portentously for a moment. "It means that little bastard Craig has been holding out on us."
"Holding out on us?"
"Yeah. It means he's been getting fucked. And there's not but one person around here who could be fucking him. Miss White."
"Miss White?"
"You're damn right. He must have fucked her that night I sent him over to her quarters. And that makes me feel like a real sucker. I swallowed his story hook, line, and sinker when he told me that he'd made a pass at her and she got mad and threatened to have Superintendent Dirkson call his parents if he ever did anything like that again."
"Jesus Christ," said Bobby. "Craig Martin fucking Miss White. I wouldn't have thought he had it in him."
"I wouldn't have either," said Joe. "But I know damn well I'm right."
"So what are we going to do?"
Joe eyes his friend portentously. "I know for a fact he's at the library researching the American highway system this afternoon. So we'll wait and see what he does after chow. When she starts over to Miss White's we'll follow him."
* * *
Joe Wilson and Bobby Carter had dinner with Craig at the cafeteria that evening. Both boys congratulated him on his new short story, and were careful to make no allusions to their suspicions that he'd gathered his material personally that he'd been to bed with Miss White. But Craig's very manner with the two more experienced youngsters could only have served to support their beliefs. He was more relaxed, more confident, than he'd ever been before. And at the end of the meal, when Joe asked him what plans he had for the evening and he'd said he was going back to the library to try to complete the research on the paper Superintendent Dirkson had assigned him, his manner of delivery made the story sound like an almost plausible, very polished lie. After Craig left the boys in the cafeteria and started ostensibly to the library, Joe was only more firmly confused.
"Well, what do you think?" asked Bobby.
Joe scraped up the last of his mashed potatoes on a crust of bread and stuffed it into his mouth. "Give him about a minute's start, then we'll take a look and see which way he's going."
Bobby finished his milk, the two boys looked knowingly at each other, then rose and walked quickly to the cafeteria exit. Dusk was falling, but they could still distinguish Craig's small figure, striding swiftly across the athletic field toward the edge of the campus where Miss White's small apartment was situated.
Bobby shook his head and spit into the flower bed that ran alongside the cafeteria wall. "I guess you were right."
"Yeah, I was right. Damn that little bastard!"
"So what are we going to do? I sure would like to get in on some of the action with Miss White."
"We will," said Joe. "It'll be dark in fifteen or twenty minutes. Then we should be able to find a window we can see through. We'll wait until the time is right, and one way or another we'll bust into that apartment."
"Yeah, but how do we know Miss White will go for it. Just because she's fucking Craig doesn't mean she'll fuck us too."
Joe looked at Bobby somberly. "If we catch her fucking Craig, she won't have any choice but to let us have our share too." He paused, wetting his lips. "Let's pop over to the snack shack and get a Coke. By that time it'll be dark."
The two boys walked quickly past the front of the main class building back to the quad, where the school maintained a soda fountain that was open in the evenings. Joe bought them two iced root beers, and they took seats at a table of their own in the rear of the lounge. They drank for the most part in silence, introspective, each dwelling intently on the promise the evening held. Joe took the last sip of his drink, looked up at the now darkened window, and pushed his chair back from the table.
"Okay, let's get going."
The two boys left the snack shack and made their way quickly around the quad and back across the athletic field in the direction they'd seen their classmate going. By the time they reached their destination, night had completely fallen, and behind the drawn curtain that covered the open front window of Miss White's ground-floor apartment they could see a dim light burning.
"All right," said Joe. "I was here last fall when they were moving the furniture into this building. The bedrooms are at the back, and there are two windows. We're bound to be able to see something through one of them."
Silently the two boys went up the small lawn before the two-story apartment building, creeping in the darkness between the side of the house and the white picket fence that flanked it. Joe led the way, indicating with a gesture of his hand the two bedroom windows at the rear, which though dark, revealed the same dim light they had been able to discern from the living room window at the front. The shade was drawn completely over the corner window, and it was impossible for them to see anything. The one on the second window was also drawn, but it had been haphazardly done, and there was a crack several inches wide at the bottom edge of it. Joe moved quickly up to the window and peered through the crack, Bobby just behind to look over his shoulders.
The bedroom was deserted, but the hall door was open, as was the door to the living room, and seated there on the couch they could see Craig Martin, who looked for all the world like the gentleman of the house.
He'd removed his shoes, and his stockinged feet were propped up on the coffee table. He was drinking a Coca-Cola. Beside him, dressed in a sleeveless blouse, and a pair of white, very tight-fitting pants, was Miss White. She had a clipboard in her hand, and was writing something.
On the table before her was a large two-volume book set which Joe recognized even at this distance. It was a history of the United States highway system, which he'd seen Craig check out in the library a couple of days ago.
"Jesus Christ," Joe said. "He's got his own teacher writing that goddamn highway report!"
"Do you think that's the only reason he's here?" Bobby whispered, disappointed.
"Hell no," Joe said under his breath. "You think he'd have his feet up on the table like that if he hadn't been doing something with Miss White? And besides, she wouldn't need him here if she was just writing the report."
"No, I guess not," agreed Bobby.
There was a moment of silence, then Miss White put the clipboard down on top of the books, and turned to her young companion. "How did your new short story turn out?"
Craig took a languid sip of his Coca-Cola before answering. "Oh, I don't know. I don't want to show it to you yet."
"I'm really anxious to see it," Miss White said, smiling. "I think we can finish this stupid report tonight if we both work on it."
Craig watched in silence for a moment, sucking on a cube of ice from the glass which had contained Coca-Cola. "Are you really interested in working on the report?"
Karen shook her head, still smiling warmly, an expectant glow in her sultry blue eyes. "Not really. Why? What did you have in mind?"
Craig shrugged, his gaze descending momentarily to the fully swollen mounds of Miss White's breasts, clearly outlined by her tight-fitting blouse. Then he looked suddenly back at her face, still sucking loudly on the cube of ice.
"Oh, you're still thirsty?" Miss White said, rising from her seat on the couch. "I'll get you another Coke."
Joe smiled with satisfaction as the sensuously voluptuous blonde started to turn away and move around the coffee table, then was stopped suddenly as Craig dropped his feet to the floor and leaned forward, reaching up with both hands to seize the tightly rounded half moons of her buttocks, ripely revealed by the tight-fitting pants she wore.
"Oh Craig," the young blonde English teacher said in a half-teasing voice. "What are you trying to do now?"
Craig looked sincerely at the blonde English teacher for a moment. "I want to try something new. Something I read about in a book."
Even at this distance Joe and Bobby could discern the glow of pleasure that shone in Miss White's eyes as she regarded the small bespectacled youngster who sat on the couch before her, both his hands clinging tightly to her firmly rounded ass cheeks. And when she spoke they could hear the excitement in her voice.
"And what kind of books have you been reading?"
Craig didn't answer. For a moment longer he hesitated, still holding tightly to the flaring mounds of Miss White's buttocks. Then he moved one of his hands slowly around to his teacher's belly, reaching up beneath her blouse to stroke the little hole of her navel before he began to fumble with the snap at the top of the zipper of her pants.
"Oh, Craig, come on," the young English teacher protested playfully. "If you want to go into the bedroom, we can."
"No, ma'am," he said. "We can go to the bedroom later."
Then with another flick of his finger, Craig loosened the snap and quickly undid the zipper of Miss White's pants, parting the tightly stretched material to reveal her nearly transparent silken panties beneath, through which he and the boys watching secretly through the window, could just distinguish the softly curling strands of blonde hair at the good-looking young woman's cunt.
Then, watching through the window, Joe and Bobby both almost groaned aloud as Craig slowly eased the pants down off the sexy English teacher's sensuously flaring buttocks, pulling them all the way down to mid-thigh, leaving only the teacher's flimsy, low-hanging panties to protect her buttocks and her forbidden loins.
"Jesus!" gasped Bobby. "Boy, do I want to get a little of that!"
"Shhhhh," Joe cautioned. "You will. Just wait until Craig gets her ready first. I've got a pretty good idea of what he wants to do. And from our viewpoint it's perfect."
Breathing in deep gusts, Craig ran his hands slowly back up the sensitive flesh on the inside of Miss White's thigh, feeling her shiver as he pushed his middle finger up against the silken crotch band of her panties, beginning to rub the material slowly up and down along the little hair-lined slit of her pussy.
"Oh! Oh Craig," the blonde English teacher gasped. "What are you trying to do to me?"
Craig still refused to answer. For a moment longer he continued to work the silken crotch band of the panties back and forth along the tingling slit of Miss White's pussy and over the already lewdly swollen bud of her clitoris. Then, prompting an even deeper moan from her throat, he worked the crotch band aside and slipped his middle finger in to begin slowly spreading the already smoothly flowing moisture up and down along the flanged lips of her cunt. After a moment he moved his other hand up from the full right half-moon of her buttocks to seize the waistband at the top of the panties, he began to pull them slowly downward. And, as he did so, he leaned his face gradually forward toward her loins, his tongue flicking wetly from his mouth to lick slowly up the straining tendon of her inner thigh.
"Holy cow!" Bobby moaned. "He's going to eat her!"
"You're damn right he's going to eat her," said Joe. "And after he gets through doing that, she won't be able to refuse us anything."
The two boys watched with baited breath as their unsuspecting classmate slowly pulled the panties down off the clefted cheeks of Miss White's buttocks and the soft golden triangle of hair nestled so invitingly between her thighs. They could see the expression of shock and alarm on her face as she first realized what Craig proposed to do, but it was clearly apparent that, mingled with that alarm, was a perverse and compelling fascination, and they could see her lips quiver as Craig slowly flicked his tongue higher and began to lick teasingly into the softly curling strands of blonde hair that lined the little pink slit of the excited English teacher's pussy.
"Oh Craig!" Miss White moaned, "no, Craig! Don't do that! Please don't do that!"
But in spite of the older woman's protests, Craig persisted. Again he moved both his hands up to firmly seize the older blonde's nakedly flaring ass-cheeks, pulling her loins even closer to his face as he flicked his tongue between her naked thighs, which were held tightly clenched together by the constricting panties still hanging halfway down above her knees. But it was obvious to Joe, outside, that the wanton assault of the young boy's mouth on Miss White's forbidden vaginal warmth was taking its toll on her will to resist. The shock and horror which had first shown in her expression were gradually evolving to lust. Her buttocks were beginning a gentle undulation and she dropped one of her hands down to Craig's shoulder, and seemed, in spite of herself, to be trying to tug his face even closer to her lust-tortured loins. She moaned and whimpered, her eyes almost closing, her teeth gritting as Craig persisted, flicking his tongue in long swipes up and down the length of her burning cunt slit and over the throbbing bud of her clitoris, the maddening sensation gradually breaking down her remaining will to resist. Then, as she gave out with a louder groan, Miss White finally said the words Joe had been waiting for:
"Oh Craig! Let me take my pants all the way off so I can spread my thighs open and you can really get into me."
Her heavy breathing audible even to the boys watching from the window, Karen White pushed Craig's head back, then quickly pulled both her panties and her tight-fitting while trousers the rest of the way down her thighs and legs, and stepped quickly out of them. Still clad in her blouse, but naked from the waist down, the desire-maddened school teacher hesitated for a moment, standing just out of Craig's reach and looking down at the eager youngster with an expression of completely wanton excitement and invitation. Then a feeble smile played on her lips as she stepped slowly back to the couch. "All right, Craig. Now you can really eat my pussy."
"I think that's our cue," said Joe. "We'll go through the open window at the front."
CHAPTER EIGHT
In spite of all her mental revulsion at the obscene act Craig was performing on her, Karen didn't think she'd ever experienced such intense pleasure as that she derived from having the cute young boy lick and suck at her lust-tortured pussy. She was going out of her mind. She couldn't quell the fluttering torrent of passion surging through her loins. The incessant swiping and licking of his tongue over the tingling bud of her clitoris and up and down the length of her burning cuntal slit was causing her to lose control completely. The sheer perversity of the act, complicated by her relation to Craig as her student, only added to the physical sensation, and she derived a warped enjoyment from her subjugation to the young boy, a seeming compliment to the masochistic pleasure she'd derived a few days ago when she sucked Joe Wilson's cock and almost let him cum in her mouth.
"Oh! Ooooooooh!" Karen purred in a lascivious delirium, beginning a rhythmic hunching motion of her loins in response to the tremors of delight darting over every tingling inch of flesh of her half-naked body. She ran her fingers eagerly through the teenager's hair, tugging his face even tighter between her thighs, relishing the sucking sound of his lips on her pussy, his strained gasp for breath, the gurgles in his throat.
Until Craig had come to her apartment several nights ago for the first time, Karen had experienced only one genuine orgasm in her life. Only since then had her belated blossoming into emotional womanhood occurred. Craig had visited her almost every night, and in spite of his inexperience and his tendency toward early ejaculation, he had satisfied her every time. And the obscene pleasure she had derived from her affair with this young teenage boy had begun to exert a liberating effect on Karen. She'd always been up-tight about sex before. But now she was beginning to shed her inhibitions. She was beginning to become curious about her own relationship as a woman to the opposite sex. And though she knew her affair with Craig could not endure forever, she knew she would never return to the life of frustrating self-denial she had previously led. And though she knew full well that by her conduct she was courting disaster, no matter what happened she would never regret what was taking place this crazy, wonderful week.
"Oh yes, Craig. Oh yes, eat me. Eat me," Karen moaned insanely, her whole body trembling as she felt the first promising flutter begin far up inside her loins. She closed her eyes, her face contorted by her all-consuming lust and passion, her buttocks now jerking rapidly in a back and forth hunching motion to further intensify the gentle, teasing friction of the youngster's slavering tongue in her cunt. It was happening so fast she could hardly believe it. She was going to cum. She was right on the verge, on the very brink of delirious ecstasy.
Later Karen would not even know what had caused her to raise her eyes at that moment. Perhaps she had heard something; perhaps it had been intuition; or it might have just been an accident. But she was certain that if she had looked up three seconds later, not even the sight of Joe Wilson's face leering through the living room window would have stopped the orgasm that was about to consume her.
"Don't let us disturb you, Miss White," Joe said, grinning. "We can wait our turns."
For a moment Karen was too stunned to even speak. As Craig's face jerked suddenly away from her loins and the young boy turned to stare in shock at the window, she almost passed out from the sheer frustration and in spite of herself she still clung desperately to the young boy's hair, trying futilely to pull his face back between her thighs even as Joe climbed through the window and Bobby Carter appeared behind him. Then, several seconds after she should have expected it, she heard a belated cry rise spontaneously to her lips.
"Get out of here, you little bastard!"
"Calm down, teach," Joe said, landing inside the room on his knees and slowly getting to his feet as Bobby Carter started to clamor through the living room window. "You don't want to call the whole school out here, do you?"
It was too unreal. It had the quality of a dream that occurs just before one awakens, a frustrating dream. As Joe Wilson rose to a standing position, Bobby Carter literally rolled into the room on his shoulders, turning a half somersault. Craig jerked his head free of Karen's grasp, pulling his shirttail up to wipe the lewdly flowing cunt juice that glistened on his lips and chin. Karen, still wearing her blouse but completely naked from the waist down, stopped to grab up her pants from the floor. She began to clumsily put them on, then when she'd pulled them halfway up to her knees, realized she'd put them on backward. Half due to that, and half to the unconscious realization that after what the boys had already seen any attempt to conceal her naked loins would be superfluous, she dropped the pants back to her ankles and stepped awkwardly out of them. Then she felt a sinking in her heart as she realized the broader ramifications of what had happened. Craig had told.
Karen didn't think that she had ever been so shattered in her life. She had trusted Craig. She had given herself to him, and she had derived from her relationship with the cute and imaginative young boy a pleasure she'd never before known. And he had betrayed her.
"You told," the heartbroken English teacher said in a near-cracked voice. "You just couldn't keep a secret, could you?"
Craig looked up with wounded shock. "No! No, I didn't tell anybody anything."
In spite of her shame and embarrassment, in spite of the broader ramifications of the predicament Karen found herself in, she almost cried for joy as Craig's statement was verified by Joe Wilson. "No, ma'am, he didn't tell us anything. As a matter-of-fact, after I set this whole thing up for him, the little bastard tried to hold out on me." Then Karen almost screamed again as the fourteen year old added: "But Craig's not the only student in the class. You're going to have to spread yourself around a little, teacher."
Karen swallowed hard, staring helplessly at the two boys before her. "What. . . what do you mean by that?"
"I mean that I set this whole thing up. It was all my idea in the first place and you and Craig have been having all the fun while Bobby and I sit around the dorm jerking off. Well Craig may know how to write it, but me and Bobby know how to fuck." Joe grinned. "So we just thought we'd come over and show you a really good time for a change."
Karen hesitated for a moment, knowing she was defeated, yet still unwilling to give in without a struggle. It took all the courage she could muster to make her next statement. "Yes, I know. I saw how adept you were the other day in my office."
Joe's face blanched, and for a moment the frightened English teacher thought she had scored a victory. Then her optimism left her even more quickly than it had appeared as she saw the color return to Joe's face and a thin smile appear on his lips.
"I know," said Joe. "That's why I brought Bobby along to help me!" He paused, his grin broadening, his gaze descending from Karen's face down to the completely exposed triangle of soft blonde hair nestled between her thighs. "So tell me, teach: have you ever been gang-banged?"
Karen couldn't have been more stunned if she'd been hit over the head with a hammer. But, though she wasn't familiar with the vulgar expression Joe had used, the meaning of it was clear enough. Yet even so, she mentally rejected that meaning. In spite of everything she had been through this week, she still wasn't liberated enough to accept the obscene suggestion Joe had put forward. Her mind served as an escape mechanism, denying comprehension.
"Gang-banged?" she asked in a dazed voice.
"That's right, Miss Up-Tight English Teacher. You're going to really get fucked tonight. You're going to get fucked by Bobby and I both, at the same time. And even Craig can take his turn later if he's still interested. We sure don't begrudge him a little fun, even if he did double-cross us."
"I won't do it," Karen sobbed, absurdly dropping her hand down and placing it between her thighs as if to protect her completely exposed pussy from the two boys' leering gazes. Yet the accidental contact of her own finger on her sensitively throbbing clitoris caused a spontaneous moan to rise in her throat, and she was acutely reminded that, repulsed as she might be at what the two boys were proposing, she was still excited almost to a state of delirium. The extended oral assault had driven her to the very brink of climax, and shocking as this new alternative was, it still offered, however bizarrely, the relief her body demanded beyond all emotional and moral considerations.
And even as she watched the two eager youngsters in anger and fear, Karen could not quite prevent herself from conjuring a visual picture in her mind at what they were planning to subject her to. A week and a half ago she had been, for all practical purposes, a frigid woman. Craig's obscene short story had been the catalyst that had changed that. In her first reading of it she had yielded to the temptation to masturbate, and that should have been a sign that the seeds had already germinated for the change that had come over her in the past week. As an indirect result of her reading of Craig's story she had for the first time in her life performed oral sex for a male. That male had been Joe Wilson, and Karen had been attracted to him, certainly more so than she could ever have been physically attracted to Craig, though now she didn't want to admit that. And in her current state of mind, there was a part of her that was susceptible to even this lewd suggestion. But she knew she had to deny that side of herself. Becoming a whole woman was one thing; participating in a perverted and illicit orgy with a whole group of her freshman students was something else, something more base and vile than even Karen could let herself sink to.
"No," the near-hysterical English teacher said in a quivering voice. "I can't do that. I just can't."
"Sure you can," Joe announced mockingly. "You can, because you have no choice."
"You're not.. . you're not going to rape me?"
"No, ma'am," Bobby Carter said quickly.
"Of course not," Joe added. "We're just going to Superintendent Dirkson and tell him what we've seen here tonight."
"He'd never believe you," Karen stammered without conviction.
"You don't think so?" Joe asked. "After the way you gave Craig an "A" on that pornographic short story?"
"But you talked me into that!"
"Maybe I did. But do you want to tell old man Dirkson how I talked you into it?" He paused, his eyes again descending to Karen's unprotected cunt nestling so invitingly between her sensuous thighs. "Besides, you're going to love every minute of it. I can see that in your eyes."
Karen cast a fleeting, desperate glance at Craig, who still sat, dazed, on the couch. She knew there was nothing he could do to help her. He was no physical match for these two boys, and in any event she knew Joe had probably been telling the truth when he said Craig had been holding out on him. It must have been Joe's idea that Craig come here and make a pass at her. And, in keeping his promise not to expose her, Craig had held out on his friends.
"So come on, teach," Joe went on. "Let's go in the bedroom and have some fun."
Karen didn't even have the emotional presence to resist as Joe took her by the hand and pulled her across the hall and toward the bedroom. Just behind them was Bobby, panting audibly with his own rapidly building excitement.
"OK, Miss White," Joe said when they got there. "Take your blouse off and let us have a look at those tits."
"No," Karen muttered weakly, almost delirious in her combined fear and want as she contemplated what the two teenage boys were about to do to her.
"Take it off, teach, or I'll tear it off," Joe said, suddenly mad.
Karen's eyes flared wide, and she looked at the boy with disbelief, hardly able to even rationalize what was happening now in any reasonable concept of what their relationship to each other should be. She was the teacher, he was the student, and she should have been able to maintain at least a semblance of authority over him. But now none of that made any difference. She was just a helpless victim, victim of his vicious blackmail scheme, and of her own unquenchable lust.
"Please, Miss White," Bobby said behind her, causing her to suddenly jerk her head around in surprise. "We don't mean any harm. We just want to get in on the fun too. You know you're a really great looking woman."
Somehow Karen drew a certain strength from that. She could see that Bobby was just as unnerved as she was, and she realized Joe's confidence was probably half bluff. At least the boys weren't going to hurt her. And after what they'd seen through the window tonight, she realized she couldn't really blame them for what they were doing. Oddly, as prep-school students they lived less than an ideal life. There were no girls at school, and except on weekends when they had free time, they suffered a fate not entirely different to that of inmates in correctional institutions. And certainly they could hardly be blamed for being jealous of what Craig had been doing to her, or for wanting to share in the fun also.
Still dazed, hardly realizing what she was doing, Karen followed Joe's cue as he began to strip off his own shirt, and she started to unbutton her blouse. Her heart was pounding furiously, though she didn't know whether that derived from the continual oral onslaught Craig had inflicted upon the sensitive warmth of her pussy, or from her fear, or from her anticipation in spite of everything of the lurid scene she was about to be forced to submit to. Or perhaps it was a combination of all three. But it hardly mattered. She knew she no longer had a choice. It was as if she was without a will, and she knew that, regardless of her feelings, these adolescent boys were determined to take her. They were going to take her in whatever way and fashion they desired. She would have nothing to say about it. And somehow now she derived a strange consolation from that knowledge.
Her breath coming in strained hoarse gasps, her already lewdly moistened vagina tingling with renewed lust, Karen quickly unbuttoned her blouse, unable to resist a swelling of pride as the two boys took note of the teasing exposure of her voluptuously high-set breasts. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes shifting slowly back and forth between the two youngsters, then pushed the blouse off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor behind her. In anticipation of Craig's visit tonight she had not worn a brassiere. Now she was completely naked.
"Jesus!" Bobby gasped. "Look at those tits!"
"Well, you can stick your dick between them if you want to," Joe said quickly, slithering out of his own trousers. "I'm going to stick mine in her cunt finally. So the top half is yours."
Karen winced, her eyes again wide open as she realized what Joe was suggesting. Somehow she'd imagined that even though he had talked about the two of them gang-banging her at once, he'd meant that one of them would fuck her and then the next. Now what they really had in mind dawned on her. They were going to both fuck her at the same time Joe in her vagina and Bobby . . . in her mouth! As the even more obscene truth crept slowly over her, Karen looked desperately back and forth from one of the boys' faces to the other. But though Bobby Carter was obviously nervous, Karen could see that Joe was determined. And protest was futile. She was resigned now even to that.
After that it happened too fast. The well-developed muscles rippling on his torso, Joe shimmied out of his jockey shorts and his lewdly erected cock sprung up in a complete desire-stiffened erection, the bulbous head already glistening with a small drop of seminal fluid that, had seeped from the glans. Even now Karen vividly recalled the taste of that fluid which, in her lust that afternoon when Joe had come to her office, she had savored. Now she was going to suck another boy's cock, whether she wanted to or not, and in spite of herself the trapped young teacher couldn't deny the thrill surging through her loins and breasts at the thought of performing that obscene act of oral sex even as she was being fucked in the vagina.
Then as Joe again took her arm and started to pull her onto the bed, Karen remembered another complicating factor that during her last few moments of confusion and excitement she'd completely forgotten: Craig was going to be a witness to this whole humiliating affair, and she couldn't help but wonder if he would ever even want anything to do with her after he'd watched her submission to what Joe had proposed. Feeling a lump rise in her throat, she looked helplessly back over her shoulder at him. He remained where he was before, on the couch, watching her, his expression almost blank. Karen could discern nothing from it, and instants later she forgot about him completely as Joe pushed her near-limp body into a kneeling position on the bed.
"How we going to do this?" asked Bobby, now also naked and climbing onto the bed.
"You get on your knees in front of her at the head of the bed," Joe said. "She can suck you off and I'll fuck her like a dog from behind."
Karen was so far gone now that she didn't even wince at those vulgar words, which under other circumstances would have completely shocked and repulsed her. She closed her eyes, letting her body sag forward so that her fully rounded breasts were pressed down against the sheet of the bed, her face buried in her hands, her naked buttocks thrust high behind her in lewd invitation.
"Come on, Miss White," Bobby said in his same nervous voice. "Here, lift your head up so you can reach me."
"Lift her head up yourself," Joe said behind her. "And just stick your cock in her mouth. She'll like it. She liked mine."
A spontaneous sob of protest was muffled in Karen's throat as Bobby hesitantly lifted her face and she found herself suddenly confronted with the lewdly protruding shaft of his completely erected cock. It was much bigger than Craig's, and probably even larger than Joe's, although still not yet fully developed. In the dim light of the bedroom, it looked dark, somehow menacing, highlighted by that inevitable drop of seminal fluid glistening on the tiny glans at the tip. But in spite of herself she moistened her voluptuous lips in irresistible anticipation as Bobby leaned gently forward to thrust his wildly throbbing cock-head even closer to her lips. Then suddenly she groaned, involuntarily lunging forward as Joe moved quickly into position behind her and inserted the hotly palpitating head of his own penis threateningly up between her thighs from the rear. And as she retreated from the sudden threatening pressure, she took in a single gulp the whole head and half the shaft of Bobby's cock up into her mouth, and it was only that which served to stifle the cry of mingled pleasure and pain as Joe readied down with his hands to part the already saliva-moistened lips of her pussy and insert his own hot bulbous cock-head between them. And as Karen groaned, it began to burrow relentlessly forward up into the sensitive tightness of her naked pussy.
The hopelessly imprisoned English teacher shuddered, completely disoriented by this sudden dual invasion of the defenseless orifices of her mouth and cunt. Both boys were considerably better endowed than young Craig, and for a moment Karen could hardly bear the sheer searing sensation as Joe squirmed his hips urgently forward, gradually thrusting the bulbous head and long thick shaft of his lust-hardened cock deeper and deeper up into her sensitive vaginal orifice. She thought she would have cried out aloud had not her mouth been equally filled by Bobby's obscenely pulsating cock shaft, and as she continued to inch her own buttocks forward in retreat, she burrowed her face deeper and deeper into the loins of the boy who knelt in front of her, finally taking the entire length of his tender penis into her mouth so that the hotly pulsing head pressed hard against the back of her throat. Then as she continued to tremble helplessly, unable to retreat further, Joe completed his own merciless penetration until she was completely filled from behind, the thick hot rod of teenage cock flesh buried to the hilt in her vagina and the tight sac that held the boy's testicles pressed down softly against her sensitive little clitoris, the wispy hairs at his pubic mound tickling the sensitive opening of her anus.
For a moment Karen remained perfectly still, save for the uncontrollable trembling of her naked body between the two lust-driven boys. She was afraid to even move. Her pussy felt like it was stretched inside out, and she thought she could perceive every ripple and ridge of the swollen cock that filled her burning vagina. In front of her, Bobby groaned, holding her face tightly to his loins, flexing his cock so it seemed to throb even larger in her mouth and almost gagged her. And as she listened to the two teenager's lewd and degrading exclamations of triumph, she could not even offer a word of protest.
"Boy, her mouth feels like butter," said Bobby. "I've never been sucked off in my life, but I've got an idea this is going to be habit forming."
"Yeah," Joe echoed. "And her pussy's tight as a fourteen year old's. Jesus, I can't even believe it!"
"But I don't know how long I'm going to be able to hold out," said Bobby. "It just feels too good. Having my cock in her mouth like this."
"Don't worry about it," said Joe. "We can cum as quick as we want to and then switch around and do it the other way. I can raise another hard."
"I can too."
'Then let's let her have it!"
Karen sucked her breath in hoarsely around the throbbing cock shaft that filled her mouth as she felt Joe slowly withdraw from her now completely moistened vagina and then gradually inch the bulbous head of his throbbing penis back up into the tightly quivering walls of her inner pussy flesh. At the same time Bobby began to gradually hunch his own buttocks back and forth from his kneeling position on the bed before her, his fingers holding to her hair and ears to guide her responses. For a few moments longer she remained motionless, unable to even move in the fear that the slightest increase of the friction and sensation in her tight vagina would be more than she could bear. Then as Joe began to fuck slowly in and out between her legs from behind, his loins gently striking against her nakedly proffered buttocks, she felt the lewdly stretched passage of her cunt continue to moisten, the tight inner walls seeming to part to facilitate the entry. She cringed, her whole body on fire from the stabbing sensation of the violation of her vagina and the humiliation of having her mouth so vilely used. Then gradually, the cringing evolved to something else. Without even thinking about it, Karen began to respond with a gentle back-and-forth hunching of her proffered buttocks.
Renewed lust surged swiftly through the skewered English teacher's voluptuous body as she began a slow squirming motion, at the same time opening her lips and beginning to bob her head up and down against Bobby's own more swiftly jerking loins, her tongue swiping wetly over the thickly swollen shaft of his cock, gurgling sounds issuing from her throat as she began to suck in earnest. She could hear the two young boys groaning and grunting in surprise and delight at her lascivious response, and as she further shed her inhibitions, she intensified the back and forth rocking of her buttocks, now longing for more and more of the arousing sensation she derived from the obscene penetration of her loins from behind.
Karen moaned around the rigidly throbbing young cock which now drove smoothly between her lips almost in rhythm with the impaling shaft that skewered between her buttocks, from behind into the lust-tortured dampness of her cunt. The two eager boys buffeted her back and forth like a doll between them, fucking wildly into the two warmly receiving orifices, intensifying their strokes little by little until they were racking her helplessly ravished body ruthlessly. Now Karen was forgetting everything but the obscene lust that consumed her, the mental picture of herself being taken so vilely by the two boys at once only further excited the already savage need that raged out of control in her quivering flesh. She undulated her buttocks in an eagerly squirming rotation, squeezing the softness of her inner cuntal muscles about the fleshy shaft boring into her from behind. She sucked voraciously at the pulsing penis that rammed into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and expanding with saliva as she snuggled her face even more warmly into Bobby's loins.
"Oh, fuck, yes," Karen muttered half-intelligibly around the throbbing cock shaft that filled her ovaled red lips. "Oh fuck me! Fuck me!"
She reached up with both hands to clutch Bobby's tightly clenched ass cheeks and tug his undulating loins even closer to her face, and her buttocks now wriggled backward almost with a vengeance against the boy fucking her from behind. Her vaginal flesh quivered moistly in a snug fit around the rigidity moving in and out between her thighs in rapidly building jerks.
Then suddenly Karen tensed, almost wanting to cry out aloud as Bobby stiffened before her and grunted in a strained voice. "Oh no. I think I'm going to cum. I can't hold it back any longer."
"That's all right," Joe said behind her, racking her voluptuous body with an even mightier lunge that made a loud smacking sound as his loins struck her nakedly proffered buttocks. "I am too."
"Yeah," gasped Bobby in a trembling voice. "But how can I . . . ? "
"But nothing," Joe grunted. "Cum in her mouth."
Karen could hardly even believe her ears. The act of sucking the boy off was degrading enough, but to have him actually shoot his hot thick semen into her mouth, to force her to swallow it, seemed more than anyone had the right to ask of her. Yet she knew from the way Bobby's penis began to twitch and throb in her mouth that was exactly what was going to happen, and she was unable to even speak out in protest. She would submit, even to that. And she wouldn't object. Her only problem now was attaining her own release simultaneously with the boys, and as she felt Joe begin a series of hard ramming staccato lunges behind her, she reached down between her own thighs with one of her hands and began to stroke her own finger swiftly back and forth over the little pulsating bud of her clitoris to further compliment the raw sensation she derived from the ruthless violation of her vagina.
A moment later it began.
Karen felt Bobby shudder before her and the rapid plunging of his swollen penis into her mouth further intensified as the hot droplets of cum began to spew from the little glans at the tip, squirting all the way down her tongue to the back of her throat. Her face hopelessly buried in his loins, she swallowed to keep from choking, almost gagging and yet deriving an even more intensive masochistic pleasure from this final subjugation. At the same time she felt the palpitating penis of the boy fucking her from behind begin to inflate and flex in lewd spasms up between her whitely shuddering thighs. And as the warm, sticky drops of cum surged up and began to spurt deeply up onto her quivering cuntal tightness and Joe began a final series of even more frantic lunges against the proffered cheeks of her buttocks, Karen's own body was suddenly consumed in the wildly sweeping eruption of climax.
From the living room, Craig watched sullenly as Miss White finally gave in completely to the demands of her flesh, her body thrashing and squirming wildly between the two boys who simultaneously fucked into the orifices of her mouth and her vagina, whimpers of passion and perverted pleasure spewing from her lips around the cockshaft that invaded her mouth, her hand and arm jerking in a rapid motion as she finger-fucked over the bud of her clitoris to further augment the stimulating sensation of Joe's shocking invasion of her helpless little pussy. She was really liking it. She was really going out of her mind. Craig didn't see how he would ever be able to do anything after this, that would even make an impression on her.
To a flourish of whimpers and grunts and groans the shattering triple climax built to a crescendo. Then gradually Joe slumped down on Miss White's buttocks from behind and Bobby dropped his hands from her hair, gasping crazily to catch his breath. Between them, Miss White's body seemed to go limp, now almost motionless except for the little convulsive spasms that periodically shook her naked flesh. Craig reached down absently to place his hand on the throbbing shaft of his own penis, bulging up inside his trousers in complete erection, as he watched the two boys slowly withdraw from the sex-crazed English teacher's two respectively violated orifices.
"You go again?" asked Joe.
"Hell, yes," said Bobby. "I still want to fuck her in the pussy."
"Well, I still want to fuck her in the mouth too," said Joe, pausing before he added: "What about you, Miss White? Can you go again?"
"Yes," Karen said weakly. "But let's use another position."
"Anything you say," said Joe. "What do you have in mind?"
"Let Bobby lie on his back, and I'll get on top of him," Miss White said in a voice that hardly sounded like her own. "That way I can feel his penis on my clitoris. And you can kneel in front of me like he did."
Craig flinched as he witnessed that final evidence of Miss White's complete surrender to the obscene act she'd first submitted to by force. She'd forgotten all about him. And he knew he was probably through as her lover. He didn't even think she'd have the strength to let him fuck her tonight after she'd finished another round with his two more experienced classmates.
Sadly the dejected teenager watched the three naked lovers position themselves, Bobby lying flat on his back, Miss White straddled over his loins and slowly bringing her buttocks down to take his still obscenely erected penis up into her used and abused pussy, Joe kneeling at the head of the bed as she dropped down to a reclining position to take his penis into her mouth.
Then the idea hit Craig that was like a blinding flash of lightning.
He'd read about something similar to it in a Victorian erotic novel he'd shoplifted from a bookshop in town. But he'd never considered that obscene act in any terms of reality. He'd thought of it merely as a writer's fantasy. But suddenly he realized it was a way to redeem himself, to join the group, to participate with his friends in the complete ravishment of their English teacher. And it was the way to outdo both of them, because there was one other orifice on Miss White's body that still had not been violated. And as she began to hunch her buttocks up and down over Bobby's once more wildly undulating loins, that most forbidden orifice became a perfect target for Craig.
He could kneel behind her, in the same position that Joe had employed to fuck her dog fashion before. It would be a perfect fit Joe in her mouth, Bobby in her cunt, and Craig in her ass-hole.
CHAPTER NINE
Superintendent Alvin Dirkson read the last page of the typed manuscript spread out on his desk, carefully stacked the pages together and picked up his telephone. He dialed his home number, told his wife he would have to miss supper as there'd been an emergency meeting of the faculty, and hung up.
In spite of everything, little Craig Martin had written a hell of an interesting short story. The writing was terse and competent, the plot tight and the drama intense. And besides that, it was about as erotic as anything that he'd ever read.
Alvin Dirkson had never considered himself a serious connoisseur of literature. He'd leave that to the English teachers. What interested him more was one particular English teacher -voluptuous young Karen White. He'd been looking at her and dreaming about her ever since she'd come to work here at the school, but he'd always thought her rather frigid. It just showed how mistaken a man could be in his judgment sometimes. A frigid woman couldn't have appreciated that story. For, in the final analysis, there was nothing about it to appreciate save the straight, raw eroticism, and that reflected something in the sexy blonde English teacher's character of which Alvin had never even suspected. But it was time to find out. He was going to pay Miss White a little visit at her apartment and just see how far he could get before she stopped him.
* * *
His face a mask of determination, Craig rose slowly from the couch and made his way around the coffee table, which had been pushed out of position during the time he had been eating Miss White's pussy before the other boys had intruded. He walked slowly to the door of the living room, paused, then moved silently across the hall and into the bedroom. He stopped several feet from the bed, watching intently as Miss White began to toss and buck her naked body over the boy who lay beneath her, at the same time intensifying the wanton sucking of Joe Wilson's cock. Her legs were spread right apart by the position of her knees on either side of Bobby's chest, and this in turn served to part her buttocks. Between her thighs he could see a rear view of her cunt, the soft, pink-flanged lips clinging urgently as she skewered her vagina up and down on the impaling rod of his friend Bobby's cock. And just above he could clearly distinguish the little brown puckered hole of her anus, contracting in lewd invitation as she flexed her warm vaginal tightness around Joe's impaling rod of flesh.
Then Joe Wilson, whose eyes had been intent upon the manipulation of Miss White's mouth on his own fully erected penis, suddenly seemed to sense Craig's presence. Craig met the boy's surprised look with a steady gaze, rallying his courage and determination, his face almost expressionless. Then slowly he reached down and unbuttoned his own trousers, pulling the zipper apart and dropping both his trousers and his drawers to his thighs in a sudden motion to completely free the small but equally erected shaft of his own penis. He glanced portentously back down at Miss White's squirming ass-cheeks, then once more looked up at Joe's face. Gradually an expression of perception appeared, and with it a look Craig could only construe as respect.
Then slowly the determined youngster walked forward and climbed up on the bed behind Miss White. He stood straight up on his knees, took a deep breath, and then reached down slowly to brush his fingers across the pinkly glistening lips of Miss White's cunt. As her buttocks suddenly jerked in surprise, he began to spread the sticky flowing moisture upward from her glistening cunt-lips between her naked buttocks and over the tight little hole of her anus.
Karen had hardly even noticed the sagging of the bed as Craig climbed up behind her. As his finger had first brushed along the lips of her cunt and then slipped across the little membrane that separated it from her forbidden anus, she'd assumed that it was being done by Bobby. Then her body stiffened as she felt the alien finger begin to press moistly against the tight little nether opening, and as she experienced the first slight stab of pain, intuition told her there was something very strange going on. And even as she continued to gently suck at Joe's once again erected cock, she managed to gaze down at her own body, and she realized with a sudden surge of apprehension that both of Bobby's hands were fondling her voluptuous breasts.
Then the pressure further increased, and suddenly Karen let Joe's penis slip from her mouth. She jerked her head around, staring wide-eyed with shock and horror at the sight of Craig Martin, positioned behind her just as Joe had been before.
"Craig?" she gasped, for a minute completely unable to comprehend what the imaginative youngster had on his mind.
Then as the pressure on the little anal ring increased, and she fathomed the look of cold determination in the sensitive young boy's eyes, the explanation became shockingly apparent.
For a moment Karen was too astonished to speak, or to move. Then suddenly she lurched forward, her eyes opening even wider as the first joint of Craig's index finger popped up inside her sensitive little anus.
"No!" Karen gasped. "No! I know what you're thinking, Craig, and I'm not going to do that!"
But in spite of Karen's warning, the pressure continued and increased. Then Craig's expression changed, he sighed, and slowly started to draw his finger out of the tight little hole, which now seemed to cling protestingly. And before Karen was able to protest further to the ultimate indignity to which Craig had been about to subject her to, Joe suddenly grabbed her ears, jerking her face back around and again thrusting the saliva-coated hardness of his penis back between her lips. Then she shuddered as she heard his next words. "Don't be a prude, Miss White. Jesus, Craig wants to get in on the fun too. It's the only hole you've got left."
As Karen futilely tried to pull her face upward, Joe held tightly to her hair and ears, pressing the mound of his pubis against her nose and lips so that she was completely gagged by the lust-inflamed rigidity of his cock thrust all the way to the back of her throat, making it impossible for her to speak.
"Go ahead, Craig," Joe said. "Fuck her in the ass. With the three of us working on her we'll make a real woman of her yet."
Completely helpless, Karen waited, her little anus clinging tightly in defense. She'd never been in such a predicament in her life. The very thought of what Craig had in mind almost made her skin crawl. Yet at the same time her body was continuing to respond to the lewd ravishment of her two other orifices. During the whole interruption Bobby had never ceased the hunching of his own buttocks up and down on the bed. And even as she tried to wrestle emotionally with Craig's ruthless threat to penetrate her unprotected anus, she could feel a new fluttering of desire surging through her breasts and loins and belly from the continued assault of Bobby's throbbing penis plunging swiftly deeper and deeper into her sensitive vagina.
Craig hesitated, looking alternately at Joe's encouraging face and down at Miss White's squirming buttocks, still proffered in ripe invitation, the brown little hole of her anus beckoning him, calling forth a perverse animal nature in his character which he hadn't even suspected until this moment. But as badly as he wanted to, and wounded and embittered as he felt as a result of Miss White's unrestrained response to the intrusion of the other two boys, Craig couldn't bring himself to do that, to sodomize her, completely against her will. And when he spoke, it was in a quivering, pleading, almost whining voice.
"Please, Miss White. I can't sit there and watch while they do this to you. And I won't hurt you. I've got a real little penis. I'm sure it'll fit into your asshole just fine."
Karen sobbed helplessly around the blunt bulbous cock-head jammed almost to the back of her throat, feeling tears swell to her eyes as she realized the state of degradation to which she'd sunk. Then, in spite of all her shame and humiliation, a delicious little spasm shook her body as she felt Craig's hand move back to her helplessly up-thrust ass-cheeks, and his finger again venture cautiously into the sensitive crack. It was too much. It was more than Craig should ask of her, but now she couldn't protest even if she wanted to. And oddly enough she no longer knew for sure if she didn't want to. She knew from the, brief experience when Craig had inserted his finger just into the entrance of her anus that to actually allow him to fuck her in that tight little orifice would be painful. But there were many things that were painful in a woman's life. And she knew she would be able to endure. And it would be a way of redeeming herself for the pain and humiliation she must have caused Craig tonight in her completely wanton response to the assault the other two teenage boys had inflicted upon her, in her complete abandonment of him.
Then suddenly Karen's body stiffened as she felt the resumption of the sharp pressure against her elastic little anal ring. Her eyes opened wide as she stared straight ahead into the sparse dark curls of Joe Wilson's pubic hair, still unable to look around or utter a further protest and Craig's finger gradually sunk back into her already lewdly moistened anal orifice. She lurched forward, her whole body trembling from the fiery sensation as the searing penetration persisted. There was no escape. Craig's finger burrowed forward into her rectum in spite of all her attempts to clench her buttocks and contract the little hole in resistance. It sank to the first knuckle, then continued the hotly piercing intrusion until it was embedded all the way up into her forbidden rectum.
Then, following that ruthless manual assault on the most tender and sensitive orifice, Karen could hardly believe the humiliation in Craig's pleading voice as he continued. "Please, Miss White, just let me fuck you in the ass just this one time and I'll never ask again. Please, I read about it in a book and I've always wanted to try it and write about it myself."
Karen said nothing. She still couldn't speak. She didn't have the strength to free her head and face from Joe Wilson's strong grip.
"Speak up, Miss White," Joe said mockingly above her. "If you don't want Craig to fuck you in the ass, say no."
Whimpering with shame, Karen waited in speechless terror.
"Go ahead, Craig," Joe encouraged.
"I don't know," Craig said in a voice almost defeated, slowly starting to draw the finger out of Karen's anus again. Then the completely subjugated English teacher made a decision that even she couldn't believe. She suddenly found herself wanting Craig to do what he proposed. Lewd and obscene as the act might be, once the question had been raised, her unnatural lust now demanded it. Though she still could not speak, she answered in the only way she knew: she again resumed her hungry sucking of Joe Wilson's cock; once more she began to hunch up and down on the impaling shaft that invaded her loins from beneath; and at the same time she rocked her buttocks back, offering her small puckered anus in even more obvious invitation to the young boy behind her.
Then a muffled grunt rose in Karen's throat and her body again lurched forward as the finger was replaced by the small, but nonetheless frightening head of Craig's penis. She trembled as she felt the boy hesitate, then slowly he shoved forward and the hard little cock-head lunged up against the tightly resisting opening and began to work slowly up inside. The sudden white hot pain caused tears to rush to her eyes and spill in glistening droplets down her cheeks. She shuddered, flailing her head from side to side as the teenager pushed ruthlessly against her ripely up-thrust buttocks and the small shaft of cockflesh surged hungrily all the way up into her tight fitting rectum.
This, Karen thought deliriously, must be the ultimate in subjugation. She was squatted on top of the youngster lying prone beneath her, her vagina stretched and filled by his lewdly skewering cock. Her face was buried in the loins of a boy kneeling before her, her nose snuggled into the few dark curls of his pubic hair, her mouth obscenely violated by his cum-slickened cock. And behind her, a third youngster was beginning to skewer slowly in and out between her buttocks, his penis hopelessly impaling her to the hilt in her most forbidden and sensitive orifice. And there was nothing she could do to resist.
But it wasn't as bad as she'd expected. The pain Karen derived from the skewering of her rectum was tempered by an even more vivid sensation of pleasure, however masochistic. And that pleasure was only complemented by the continued violation of the other orifices of her mouth and cunt. Her loins were on fire from the triple skewering and even as she continued to shudder fearfully from the devastating sensation of being fucked in the anus, little undeniable ripples of pleasure began to course out over her body in contrast to the pain. And as the three boys began to hunch in a strangely syncopated rhythm, her moans of agony and protest gradually evolved, becoming finally mewls of forbidden pleasure as her rectal passage was completely lubricated and Craig began to squirm his buttocks faster and faster and fuck harder and harder against the ripe cheeks of her ass.
For a few moments longer Karen languished in limbo, a part of her continuing to rebel against the humiliating ordeal the three boys were subjecting her to and specifically to the searing sensation of Craig now fucking without restraint in and out of the tight little hole of her tight rectum. But another part of her had begun to cry out for more and more of the depraved delightful sensation. And as she realized that soon the three boys might be ejaculating simultaneously into all three of her orifices, the sheer mental imagery prompted in her mind was more than enough to compensate for her reservations. Finally, unable to control herself any longer, Karen began to respond wholeheartedly. She sucked ravenously at Joe's penis, once again longing for that new and exquisite taste of male sperm which she had never even experienced until tonight. She shimmied her loins up and down on Bobby's hard rod of cock-flesh, grinding her pubis against his to cause raw tingles to dart from the little bud of her clitoris out over her softly perspiring flesh. She flexed and contracted her anus tightly about Craig's smaller cock, further increasing the friction and sensation, now relishing everything, the whole of the incredible experience, even the faint but nonetheless lingering pain.
Craig grunted excitedly to Miss White's sudden unexpected response. He was fucking her in the ass and she was enjoying even this. There must be no limit to what a woman could like once she'd been convinced to try it. And Miss White was a real woman. Of that there was no doubt.
At the head of the bed, Joe's lust was completely rejuvenated. His penis had swelled to full erection in Miss White's eagerly sucking mouth and now he was ramming his loins viciously against her face, driving the hard throbbing head down against the length of her tongue to the back of her throat. And beneath her Bobby could already feel the cum surging up in his balls in anticipation of its second mad dash toward ejaculation, in less than an hour.
For a few moments longer the triple ravishment of Karen White continued. During the course of scarcely a week she had gone from frigidity, through an evolution progressing to complete sexuality. She had tonight submitted to every indecent act a woman could be expected to endure without completely crossing over into the realm of sexual psychosis. She had never been so filled in her life. Nor had she ever been so fulfilled. She was going to cum again. It seemed she was going to cum three times at once. Her lips tingled. Her vagina quivered. Her anus contracted madly. Yet the sensation in the three separately ravished orifices was becoming hopelessly enmeshed. She could no longer distinguish one from the other, and between them an electric current seemed to have been set up, completely consuming her nakedly squirming body. And as she felt the first shattering waves of ecstasy begin to course through her she only further intensified her own wanton thrashing, the tight caresses of her anus and vagina on the two penises that violated them, the urgent sucking of her lips and tongue on the cock fucking into her mouth. For she was determined that the boys should cum with her.
Yet moments later, when it finally happened, Karen was hardly even aware of it on conscious logical terms. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced. It was sheer obliteration, a montage of spurting sperm and skewering cocks, of groans and grunts, shuddering, and quivering and gasping for breath. She didn't consciously know that she was cumming, because her mind was turned on to a world of its own. She could only crouch there in sexual near-hysteria, feeling the violent surges of her orgasm roaring through her quivering belly and washing mindlessly over her helplessly skewered body. It seemed to go on for an eternity, which she would realize instants later as reality returned, might have only encompassed minutes. Three boys buffeted and wracked her body as it had never been wracked before, their own perverse enjoyment of the final subjugation of the freshman class English teacher endowing them with a strength and sexual energy not one of the three had ever before known, building to a devastating crescendo of motion.
But the three boys were more vocal than Karen when their orgasms hit.
"Oh gees, oh gees," Bobby moaned. "Oh man, oh man!"
"Unh, unh, unh," Joe grunted over and over again as the semen rushed from his drum-tight young balls. And Craig, still amazed at the exquisite tightness of his teacher's anus gripping like a vise around his sensitive member, could only whine and whimper till he was almost crying with pleasure.
Then gradually the movements slacked off. Bobby went abruptly limp beneath Karen, and before her she felt Joe's penis begin to deflate in her mouth. Behind her, Craig continued his own racking lunges for a few moments longer, then sagged tiredly on her back and buttocks.
The four of them were still in that position moments later when Superintendent Dirkson started up the sidewalk and happened to notice that the curtain over the open front window had been pulled aside to afford a view of practically the whole inside of Miss White's apartment. He couldn't resist a glance, and what he saw probably astonished him more than anything he'd ever witnessed in his life.
CHAPTER TEN
Karen White strode briskly down the busy city street, clutching her coat tightly together in front in defense against the early autumn cold. She walked to the corner of a busy intersection, watching a policeman with apparent vaudeville inclinations going through the motions of directing traffic. Then she turned and continued to the middle of that block before she stopped before a small shabby looking bookstall with a sign out front proclaiming THE BOHEMIA CORNER. She hesitated, then walked inside and went quickly to the magazine rack.
Karen stooped to the lower shelf, pushing aside several magazines about hobbies and mechanics to pull out a small plain covered periodical, printed under obvious financial limitations. She straightened up, hardly able to bring herself to open the monthly magazine, which specialized in publishing the kind of short stories more commercial enterprises would not accept. Then she opened it and read quickly from the table of contents.
Craig's story, which the young teacher had submitted under a pseudonym the two of them had agreed on shortly before she'd had to leave the school, appeared on page twenty-seven.
Feeling a warmth rise in her breast, Karen walked over to the counter and paid the clerk for the magazine.
She couldn't wait to reread the story. She wondered how it would affect her now. She was a different woman than she had been when Craig had first submitted his story to her in class, and though she had gone through some hard times in transition, she could not help but be thankful he had been so bold as to do it. Karen had had other men since that afternoon Superintendent Dirkson had found her and Bobby and Joe and Craig in that most incriminating sexual posture on the bed of her apartment.
As a matter-of-fact, she'd even been to bed with Superintendent Dirkson in exchange for his agreeing not to expel the three boys from school. But that was another story. As were the men she'd known and made love to since meeting Craig.
