Jan had been a high school teacher, and she knew how to make the most of all her journeys through life. She made herself friendly with men who could give her the things she needed to have in order to feel that she was a real woman, a sensitive woman who could respond to the desires of any man.
She found good times with Adam, a man who knew what a woman liked, who gave it to her so well it was unbelievable, and who let her know how much he appreciated her loving him the way she did.
Age was no barrier to her love life, either. One of her favorites was Eddie, a young lad who would have won the heart of any woman with his smile and his ability to charm. But his body could perform the way it had to, and she gave him opportunities to show her his affection and receive some of his own.
Another of her men, the custodian of the school, was not as well received by her as Eddie had been, but he managed to get what he wanted from her by more than a little pushiness, and she discovered more things about herself that was fascinating and compelling.
Then there was Charlie, her defender when need be and her lover at the same time. He could give her love with such fascinating style it was hard for her to believe that he was a mere man. His passion for her caresses drove him to seek her out and take her. His ability to soothe her nerves made her want him more and more each time she found herself in his arms.
As she went from person to person, seeking new loves and renewing old ones, she discovered even more about her inner drives and needs that fashioned her powerful personality and sent her wheeling down the road of life at breakneck speed. Her loving, her laughter, her fears, her joys, and her sorrows move together to give a picture of one of the most fascinating individuals ever to inhabit the covers of a book. This woman is real.
CHAPTER ONE
Jan was fucking bored. The train pulled out of the station and quickly picked up speed and passed by the green countryside. Jan knew this was a milk-run train, and that it would stop at every crossroad they came too. Oh, well, she figured she could stand it, even though she had over twelve hours to go. She was glad she'd decided on getting a private compartment for the trip. Coach would have been unbearable to her, especially with all the stops and the long hours of sitting up. And besides that, how could she, in a public car, leaf through her favorite men's magazines?
She was bored-that was true. She picked up one of the favorite magazines beside her, and flipping through it, she felt her breath begin to quicken at the sight of the naked cocks parading before her. Slowly her hand reached down to her legs and began to massage the inner thighs, coming quickly to the most erogenous parts. Higher and higher her hand reached until restricted by the skirt. Raising herself a little, she pushed the offending fabric higher and out of the way. Spreading her legs a bit she continued to caress the insides of the twitching thighs. She came to a particularly muscular man's picture, and saw a well-proportioned body with a larger-than-average cock hanging down. Her fingers began rubbing the thin covering protecting her cunt, and she could already feel the wetness coming through her flimsy underwear. The thought of the act she was going to perform only increased the wetness.
She let out a low moan and her passion increased as she lay aside the book and pulled aside the panty-crotch. Her fingers went in, gently caressing. Her eyelids became heavy, and she looked out from beneath them, involved in her own passion and barely seeing the picture that had provided the stimulus for her now excited state.
Dipping her finger into her pussy she moved it around slowly, savoring each pulsating throb it induced. With her other hand she reached into the open overnight bag, also on the seat beside her and withdrew a cock shaped object. Her finger still working slowly, she brought the head of the larger than average dildo to her mouth, and began massaging her lips; by now dry from the anticipation of her heat. Provocatively, she let the rubber prick slip between her lips, bringing her tongue into play; all the while continuing her rapidly increasing friction on her now burning slit.
She let as much of the dildo slip into her expanded mouth as would go, and at the same time she thrust her index finger as deep within her as it would go. Spreading her legs as far as they would go, she hunched down in the seat so as to give her as clear an access to herself as possible. Then removing the false prick from her mouth she brought it in contact with her fully gorged cuntlips and began rubbing it up and down over them. The sensations that she set off within herself brought still more moisture to the surface. Once again spreading her legs still further, she inserted the nine inch falsy slowly in herself, her breath coming still faster and faster. The false prick began rapidly disappearing within her until almost all of it had vanished from view.
Then she began to hedonistically push the prick in and out of herself, the brilliant feelings building rapidly within herself. Her eyes were almost completely shut now, and she began mumbling to herself all the endearing words that a man might say to her. Synchronously she began to massage her breasts, first one and then the other. She unbuttoned her see-through blouse and reached inside to cup her right breast, teasing the already taut nipple until it began to ache.
"Oh you've got good pussy baby," she purred to herself. "I feel like fucking your little pussy 'til it bleeds." Changing places with herself, she said, "Do it honey. Do it. Fuck Janny until she can't even stand up. Fuck her baby. Fuck her."
Under the provocation of the invigorating language she was using, the speed of the motion of her hand increased, the dildo ramming into her widely exposed opening at an ever increasing pace. At just that moment the train rounded a sharp curve at such a speed that she was thrown off balance and fell against the window. At the same time the door flew open, and a young man who had been walking down the aisle was thrown into the compartment, face down onto her. As the train straightened up the motion caused the door to swing shut.
Righting himself quickly, the young man began a stammering apology for his sudden intrusion, then taking in the action before him trailed off. Jan hadn't had time to adjust herself, and her legs were still widely parted, the dildo jammed fully in herself. Cursing herself for her stupidity in forgetting to fasten the door, she at first started to cover herself, then realizing that all that needed to be seen had been, and that no amount of covering up now could conceal what she had been doing, she decided instead to brazen it out.
"Well that isn't exactly what I would call a grand entrance," she said softly, looking directly at the young man. "The least you could have done was knock."
His gaze glued to the widely exposed scene before him, the young man let his tongue flick over his lips. Then looking Jan directly in the eye he answered, "Yes I suppose I should have knocked, but if I had then I wouldn't have been treated to such a wonderful sight. But I must say that I'm sure you'd enjoy the real thing much better than that rubber prick you're using on yourself."
As he was talking to her, Jan looked at his crotch, and the heat within her grew still more at the sight of the already bulging front. Noting where she was looking, the young man said, "In fact I'm sure that this little toy between my legs can do a much better job on you than that thing you are using." Without further conversation, he unzipped his fly and fumbling only momentarily, withdrew one of the most beautiful organs that Jan had ever seen.
It was in fact as large if not larger than the dildo she had been fucking herself with. The sight of the throbbing instrument prompted her to withdraw the hard rubber shaft and lay it beside her. Her legs still spread as far as they would go, she instead began rubbing her cunt, staring all the while at the wonderful sight before her.
"I'm sure that thing will do a much better job than what I had. But before we start, and to make sure nothing interferes, why don't you make sure that that damned door is locked. I'd hate to be interrupted at the wrong moment." As an after thought she added, "And you might as well take off some of those clothes. You'll be much more comfortable."
Almost in a single flowing movement the man moved to the door, made sure it was securely fastened and returned to stand before her. Then he began undoing his belt and soon his trousers lay at his feet. Stepping out of them he undid his shirt and soon had that discarded also. Standing there then in just his shorts, with his glorious manhood protruding seductively from them, he told her that she too had too many clothes on, but that he personally wanted the pleasure of taking them off. Reaching forward, he finished unbuttoning her blouse.
Jan was more than co-operative in helping him to undress her, and soon she too had nothing on except her thin silk panties, which were still pulled aside exposing her slit. Those too quickly came off. Pouting, she scolded him for still having his shorts on.
"You pull them off," he told her throatily.
Smiling at him slyly, Jan happily complied. As the huge implement was fully bared for the first time, she gave a sigh of approval, gazing at it admiringly. "Umm," she cooed, "that is a nice one." Reaching out her hand she grasped it by the shaft and squeezed it slightly, at the same time gently pulling him to her, using it like a handle. "Yes indeed," she continued, "I think that will do just fine. But maybe I'd better taste it first to make sure it's not just another rubber one." By now he was standing right in front of her, and she only had to lean forward slightly before her lips came in contact with the blood gorged head.
As she had done before with the dildo, she rubbed the head of his organ across her lips several times, then popped it into her mouth. The man issued a low moan, as the warmth of her enveloped his throbbing prick. Looking up at his face, she began teasing the head with her tongue. Seeing the contortions playing over his face she was pleased at the results of her efforts. Withdrawing the tasty morsel, she said, "Alright, I'm satisfied that it's the real thing. Now, why don't we use it for what it was intended. Little Jan's box is almost on fire it's so hot, and it'll take a hose like that one to put the fire out."
Spreading herself on the seat, she lifted up her arms to him and he readily came into them. Lowering himself onto her he instructed her to guide his cock into position. The initial contact of his cock upon the lips of her cunt caused both to issue simultaneous sounds of approval. Jan held the shaft firmly in her hand, making sure that the thing of pleasure was properly pointed in the right direction.
As his prick began its penetration, she sounded a cry of satisfaction, at the same time pushing her own hips forward so as not to miss any of the pleasure giving meat. As he plunged deeper into her, the tightness of her pussy, which surprised him after the sight he had been greeted with when he'd stumbled into the room, forced him to comment on it.
"Ummm. What a nice pussy you've got. It's nice and warm and tight. Fucking you is going to be a real pleasure."
"Good. And you were right too. What you've got is feeling much better than that old dildo. Ram it into me baby. Just give me all you've got. It feels so damned good inside me. Fuck me big cock. Fuck me all you want to."
The young man proceeded to do just that. Having buried his big dick in her up to the hilt, he noted with satisfaction that she had winced slightly as it pierced her completely. Unable to restrain himself from commenting, he said, "What's the matter baby. My peter too much for you?" With that he gave another powerful lunge forward, driving his large member deep into her again.
Once more Jan grimaced, this time giving a slight cry of pain. Looking into his eyes she said, "No baby. Give me all you've got. Fuck me to death if you want to. I don't care how hard you ram that wonderful thing into me. Just fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." Her last words were said with such obvious passion that he decided before this ride was over he would raise her legs up over his shoulders and really pound away at her, although by now even he was convinced that there was nothing he could do to her that she would object to.
His hips were rising and falling rhythmically now and Jan couldn't help hearing the sounds of the train as it sped along. Maybe this won't be such a dull trip after all she thought to herself. At least not as long as I've got such a wonderful plaything to use.
The sounds of the clickity clickity, clack, of the wheels as they passed over the cracks in the track came to her ears and she suddenly became aware that her partner was almost perfectly keeping time with them. For some reason this amused her. Clickity clack, hump hump; clickity, clack hump hump; clickity clack, hump, hump. On and on it went.
His cock was doing wonderful things to her pussy. With each thrust the large head would slam full length in her, tantalizing the walls of her highly stimulated sex pot to such an extent that she gladly opened herself still wider to accept it. Her legs were tightly wrapped around his waist by now, and her nails raked across his back repeatedly. Over and over again she told him how wonderful he was, and what a wonderful job of fucking her he was doing. The verbal stimulation only prodded him to still more strenuous efforts, increasing still more her pleasure.
Clickity-hump-clack-hump; and then still faster. Clickity-hump, hump clack hump, hump; his climax fast approaching. Excited cries of joy, mingled with occasional grunts of pain, were coming from Jan now in a never ending stream. Each time he would thrust downward into her she would rise to meet him, the sensations of her own impending cum now making itself aware to her. As the friction of his cock against her clit, together with the merciless pounding of the monstrous head into her inner depths increased steadily, Jan felt the first feelings of her craving begin to boil over. As the first spurt of her cum splashed into her vagina she gave a shout of happiness, digging her nails deeply into his back.
"I'm cumming," she shouted. "I'm cumming damn you. Fuck me baby. Tear it up. Rip my pussy apart. Oooooohhhhhhh. It feels so good. Aaahhhhh."
Almost at the same time the first jet of his thick cream fired out of the head of his prick. Feeling him shooting his cum into her only made Jan go wilder. Almost screaming now she implored him to finish her off. Again she felt the stream of hot juice burst into her, and her own cum flowed even faster to mingle with it.
"Oh God. That's it baby. Cum in me. Shoot it in me. Fuck me baby. It's all yours, you big wonderful cock you. You've got it. All you want of it. Just tear it up baby. Don't stop. Fuck me harder."
With the tremendous sensations exploding within him now, the man slammed himself into Jan with a ferocity that was unbelievable. But with each monstrous thrust now, there came a stream of thick creamy cum jetting forth, and he would hold for a second before pulling back to once more come crashing into her. Clickity, clack, clickity, clack, HUMP; Clickity clack, Clickity clack, HUMP. H-U-M-P, H-U-M-P.
Slowly Jan's cries of joy began ebbing, and the motion of his hips became still slower. At last the final vestiges of their sex act together came to a close; then giving her one last tremendous thrust, the man lay limply upon her, his breath coming in painful gasps. Jan too was experiencing trouble breathing, and as she slowly returned to normal after her bout with temporary insanity, she began to fondly caress the shoulders which only moments before she had been viciously attacking.
"Wow!" the man finally managed to gasp. "That was really something. Honey you're without a doubt the most wonderful, wildest, terrific piece of ass I've ever had in my life. Where did you ever learn to fuck like that? Wow!" he again repeated and then gulped huge lungfuls of air.
"I'm glad you liked it baby," Jan answered with a smile. "It's not hard to enjoy a good fuck when you've got a man in you who really knows what he's doing. And that baby you definitely do know. Besides, when you came crashing in here, my little box was so hot that I thought I was going to die if I didn't get some relief." Then giving him an affectionate hug, she said, "Say, how about giving a girl a chance to breath ? "
Laughing, the man gradually raised himself from her, and with a dejected moan pulled his now limber tool from within her. Grabbing her recently discarded panties, Jan quickly put them over her cum filled cunt, and laughing exclaimed, "Damned baby. You must have shot a whole weeks supply of cum into me the way it's running out."
"Cigarette?" he asked, a pleased smile on his face.
"Please," she answered. "But I only smoke filters."
"Good. So do I."
He soon had lit both of them cigarettes, and then collapsing against the seat, gave a deep self-satisfied sigh. Both puffed on their cigarettes and remained silent, their tortured breathing gradually returning to normal. Gazing at him through the curling smoke, Jan spoke.
"Penny."
"What?" he replied puzzled.
"Penny," she answered, then clarified it. "You know, a penny for your thoughts."
"About you," he smiled back at her.
"What about me. Thinking about fucking me again," she said with a luxurious rubbing of her recently well filled cunt.
"Hey," he laughed. "Give a guy a chance will you. Son-of-a-bitch. I'll bet you could go again right now. Wow! Whata' fuck." Then taking a deep drag he said, "Bet you keep your old man worn out."
"I'm not married . . . , " then realizing that she didn't even know his name, blurted out, "Hey by the way. I don't even know your name."
"Adam," he replied, smiling at the absurdity of the situation. "That's a new one on me.
This is the first time I've ever fucked someone and didn't even know her name and she didn't know mine. Oh yes," he suddenly remembered, "I heard you call yourself Jan. Is that your name?"
"Yes, Jan Parker. Are you going to New York too?"
Adam proceeded to fill her in on himself. Yes he was going to New York, on business. He was a factory representative for a furniture manufacturer and was going to see some buyers. He lived in Chicago, and had been on his way to the club car when an unexpected stroke of good luck suddenly threw him through her door. When she asked if he was sorry, he smiled and asked her the same question, without answering her.
"Uummm," she murmured "The only thing that I'm sorry about is that we aren't still doing it. But," then pausing for effect she added, "then we do have a long trip ahead of us don't we?"
"That we do," he answered. His face turned into a frown and he continued. "There's only one thing." Jan looked at him expectantly.
"Well," he hesitated, "I don't exactly know how to tell you this, but what the hell. Here goes. I'm with my wife."
Jan didn't say anything, although the announcement obviously hadn't been exactly what she was expecting. The realization that since he had his wife along, he wouldn't be able to stay with her the whole trip began to dawn on her. Adam misinterpreted the serious look on her face as one of castigation at his being married and hastily added, "I'm sorry
Jan. I didn't exactly have a chance to tell you before did I?"
Jan didn't really care if he was married or not. She had a problem however. The only thing wrong with sex as far as she was concerned, was that once she got turned on, it took one hell of a lot to cool her down. Now that she knew this man was married she was aware that he simply would not be able to finish what he'd so expertly started. Jan had decided before she'd started on this trip that she wouldn't get involved because of the problems she might have trying to get her craving satisfied. And if it hadn't been for the accident of the door coming open just when it did she would have been able to keep her inner yearnings adequately satisfied with the dildo; at least until she got to New York. But now that she'd had a taste of the real thing she knew that she'd have to have more.
That was what was occupying her mind as she sat there silently puffing on her cigarette, not any concern over the fact that he was married. The only thing that concerned her with his being married was that he wouldn't be available to fuck her as often as she wanted. She knew what the alternative would be. She would simply have to get some other man into her compartment. That part wouldn't be particularly hard, since after all Jan was aware that men found her extremely attractive. She'd never had any problem getting a man before. Her problem had been in getting a man who knew what in the hell sex was all about, and who didn't just jump on her, give her a couple of humps, then shoot off; leaving her box still burning.
Oh well, she thought, she really didn't have much choice. She'd just have to take her chances and hope that whoever she wound up with would know what he was doing. That made her feel sad. Adam did indeed have a wonderful prick, and he knew what it was all about. Too bad, she thought to herself. It would have been nice to have him with her the rest of the trip.
Thinking that he had indeed ruined a good thing by telling Jan about his wife, Adam began dressing. When he was through he stammered something about being sorry and started toward the door. Coming back to the present, Jan quickly asked him if he would be able to manage to come back later. Surprised at her request, Adam could only stare at her. She again repeated it.
"Why of course," he replied, then added, "that is if you really want me to."
"Yes I want you to," she replied wistfully. "In fact I only wish you didn't have to leave now. When do you think you'll be able to get back?"
Looking at his watch Adam realized that he'd been here longer than he thought. He told his wife he'd only be gone a little while. He could only hope that she hadn't gone looking for him. Telling Jan that he would try to get back right after dinner, he quickly opened the door and then hastily stepped into the empty aisle.
Adam had no sooner closed the door behind him when Jan again felt the pangs of yearning stirring within her. Almost in anguish she grabbed up the discarded dildo, and plunged it into herself. The cold rubber however was no match for the warm cock she'd just recently had in there and she angrily threw the thing across the narrow compartment. Well there's nothing else to do but get dressed and go looking she decided. She had just reached for her bra when the knock came at the door. Thinking that maybe Adam had changed his mind, she quickly crossed to it, and still naked opened it.
When she opened the door she was confronted with the porter. He was a tall youngish colored man; about twenty-five she surmised, and at the sight of her total nakedness, his eyes bugged out comically.
"Oh 'cuse me, ma'am," he stammered, retreating further into the hall. "I was just checking to see if you wanted me to make up your berth." Then his eyes began glancing about frantically, trying to focus on something besides the beautiful naked woman standing so brazenly in the doorway. He'd been working for the railroad for almost three years, and while he'd accidently walked in on a few women who were only partially clothed this was the first time he'd ever seen one completely nude. And especially one so beautiful as this one.
"Oh," Jan said, her disappointment that it wasn't Adam showing in her voice. Then taking in the muscular build of the young man standing so embarrassed in the hall, her mind began to race. She'd had a black man before; once. She could still remember the excitement of the unknown that she'd experienced just before. She remembered that he hadn't been too good a lover, and she had wound up being a little disappointed at his technique. Later, however, she'd decided that maybe her being a white woman had caused him to become over excited; resulting in his reaching his climax too early. Also, he hadn't been as muscular, or as nice looking as this fellow. Besides, right now she needed a man, any man, and from the look in his eyes she knew that it wouldn't take too much to have him panting for her.
"Of course," she said casually. "I would appreciate it if you would. Just let me slip into something and you can come in."
Closing the door only half way, and glancing out of the corner of her eye and seeing that he was indeed watching her, she took a very sheer nightie from her open traveling case and pulled it around her. Then stepping back to the door bade him come in.
The man walked in, and trying his best to avoid looking at her directly, proceeded to go about his chore. As he began to carefully pull the cushions aside, his gaze fell on the recently discarded dildo, still lying on the floor. Jan too saw the now unsatisfactory object, and noticed him looking at it. Trying to decide the best way to go about seducing this man, she casually walked over to where it lay and picked it up. She could feel his gaze following her every move, and as she bent over, she carelessly let the nightie fall open, giving him a more than ample view of her large, well shaped, breasts. Turning quickly she caught him staring straight at her, and embarrassed he quickly turned away, working frantically at his task.
Walking over to him she excused herself, then leaned far over in front of him, deposited the false cock in the still open overnight bag. Deciding on the direct approach, she said, "A girl has to have something to occupy herself on a long trip like this, don't you agree?"
Stammering, he said, "Yes ma'am, I guess they do." The smell of her as she came close caused his cock to begin rising, although the sight of her nakedness had already had a profound effect on him.
"Of course," Jan went on, "it would be much better if she didn't have to do it alone." She let this sink in on him and then said, "My my, what a nice body you have. Do you mind if I feel your muscles?" Without waiting for a reply she reached out and felt his arm. She was genuinely surprised at the hardness of it. It had been hard for her to tell in the ill fitting uniform that he wore. The feel of the male hardness only served to increase her burning hunger.
She now let the partially open nightie fall completely free, again fully exposing herself. Without the slightest bit of hesitation she turned him toward her and boldly asked him if he liked her body. Totally confused at this beautiful young white girls aggressiveness, the poor fellow could only stare at her, unable to answer. Seeing his problem Jan reached out her hand and drew his to her breast. When she touched him he gave a start.
Once his hand was on her he seemed to lose his shyness. He'd never before had a white woman, although many of his friends frequently boasted of their conquests. He'd heard them repeatedly say how much some white broads like black cock, and from the way this woman was acting he decided that all they'd told him was true. He still couldn't believe his good fortune however, and decided to play it cool. Letting his hands rove over her, he told her that he did like her body, and that in fact it was one of the most beautiful he'd even seen. Knowing she had him now, Jan put her hand down to his crotch and reached for whatever she would find.
As her hand closed over the heretofore unknown object, it was her turn to give a start. His cock was the biggest she'd ever felt, and the teasing she'd been giving him had made it rock hard. Recovering, she moaned as she felt the hugeness of him, and thinking about how wonderful it would feel, began massaging it. In the meantime he had put his hand over her pulsating cunt and was gently playing with the lips. She was breathing very hard now, and could hardly wait for him to shove that big prick into her. She still couldn't get over the size of it. Unable to control herself, she unzipped his fly and groped for it, eager to actually see with her own eyes, what her hands found almost unable to believe.
Seeing the excited state Jan was in, the porter became more bold. As she reached for his organ, he spread his feet apart slightly so that she might have freer access to it. When she withdrew it finally from it's haven, his eyes searched her face, trying to gain a clue as to the depth of her desire. When he saw how her eyes bulged out when she saw what he had, he chuckled to himself. He was proud of his cock, and justly so. Ever since he'd been fifteen, and the little girl next door had walked in on him in the bathroom, he'd known that women liked what he had. They just couldn't seem to get enough of it, and more than one had actually been unable to take it. Seeing that this white woman was no different than the many black ones he'd had, his self-confidence began to grow. Yes, he thought, I guess they're all alike. They all like cock, and the bigger the better.
Pulling her to him then, he kissed her on the mouth. His tongue searched into her mouth, and at the same time his hands rapidly explored her willing body. Pulling herself away from him finally, Jan implored him to please undress, and hurry. Grinning broadly now, the black man began to teasingly undress, slowly, knowing all the while that the sound of her breathing betrayed the urgency within her. He would fuck himself a white woman alright. And he vowed to himself that he'd fuck her like she'd never been fucked before.
Jan in the meantime had quickly discarded the nightie and lay waiting impatiently on the newly half-made berth. As the black man continued to undress she marveled at the tremendous overall size of him, very well hidden by the unattractive uniform. When he finally stood naked before her, she couldn't help the sharp intake of breath as she realized for the first time the actual size of his sex organ. It was without a doubt the biggest thing she'd ever seen.
It was a full twelve inches long, and wider than Jan had ever imagined any cock could be. Her pussy actually ached when she thought of having that tremendous thing jammed into her, and for the first time in her life she began to doubt if she could actually take anything that big. But her lust had long since gone beyond the point of no return, and even if she was unable to fully accept it she still had to have it.
He stood before her now, his cock fully extended, glorying at her gaze; riveted to it. His self-confidence was full now, and he grinned at her broadly. He knew now that this woman was just like all the others. One look at what he had and they couldn't think of anything else. Deciding to test his degree of control over her he asked her what she thought of it. Jan couldn't answer him. All she could do was continue to stare at it. Laughing out loud now, the man put his hands on her head, then in a voice suddenly made hard, commanded her, "Suck it!"
Involuntarily Jan pulled her head back slightly. Even the thought of sucking such a huge thing was somehow a little frightening. When she'd pulled back, he had only increased the pressure he was applying to the back of her head, forcing her face to within an inch of the head of his prick. Jan could do nothing but stare. Again he commanded her, "Suck it, bitch."
Finally, a shudder passing through her, Jan gradually opened her mouth, and began moving toward the gigantic prick. When the head slipped between her lips, Jan couldn't help feeling surprised that it tasted of the same saltiness that a white dick did; then asked herself what she'd thought it might taste like. Becoming more accustomed to it, and regaining some of her own composure that had been so badly shaken by the sight of this monstrous peter, she now had in her mouth, Jan began to explore it. Her tongue flicked over the huge head, touching first here, then there. As she increased the speed with which she moved her mouth on it, she heard the dark skinned man emit a moan. More secure in her feelings now that this possessor of the immense cock was human after all she became bolder.
Taking the shaft in her hand, she rhythmically plunged the organ into her mouth, letting the head settle as deeply into her throat as it would comfortably go. The pressure on the back of her head began to steadily increase, imploring her to take still more of the juicy meat into her already straining mouth. As much as she could, she complied; although now that the initial shock of seeing such a massive prick had worn off she couldn't help wondering what it would feel like buried in her fast warming pussy.
Tiring of her plaything in her mouth, and her own passion now to the point of beginning to ache within her, she withdrew it and looking up at the man said, "OK? Now how about letting Jan see if you know how to use that glorious cock of yours."
.Recovering himself, he smiled down at her, his teeth gleaming in the semi-darkness of the compartment, then pushing her slightly, laid her back onto the berth. Rapidly he mounted her, the massiveness of his body completely blocking her out. She opened her arms wide to him, and at the same time spread her legs far apart.
At the first contact of the head against her tender lips, she couldn't help the brief feeling of again wondering if her box could indeed accept anything as colossal as the tool he possessed. Then, the thought of having anything so big within her literally carried her up to the heights of pure animal lust, and all she wanted was to feel it slicing into her.
As he mounted this hot passionate white woman, the coffee colored young man couldn't help wondering if the feel of her cunt would be any different than that of the many colored women he had known before. He remembered some of his friends saying that ofay pussy was much hotter than black stuff, and some even said they wouldn't have no more black cunt after having tried the lighter variety. But as his joy stick began its slow and systematic piercing of the tender folds of her box, he again only felt the soft warmth he had known so many times before. But the fact that he, Willie Smith, was having himself a white woman made it somehow feel different.
As the extensive nature of Willie's instrument began making itself known to Jan, she once more was overcome with a wave of apprehension as to her ability to accept it. As he began to slowly grind his hips, each time introducing still more of his manhood into her, she couldn't help but respond by thrusting herself up to him. As the abundant prick continued to plunge into her she rapidly forgot all about her doubts, and instead reveled in the pure joy it was giving her. Well she thought to herself, she had needed a man and she had gotten one. Wow but had she ever gotten one.
Deeper and deeper he bored into her until finally almost his entire length had found a haven. By now Jan was wildly thrashing about, thrusting, heaving, pleading with him to give her still more. His breath was coming now in grunts, and he could feel his sperm beginning to boil deep within his loins. Man this white stuff was sure 'nough something, he told himself. He'd had gals get pretty damned hot while he was popping it to them, but never anything like this. The woman under him was begging him for still more. Lunging at her ferociously, he buried still another two inches of meat deep within her, and felt her jerk a response.
"Oh that's it baby," he heard her murmur. "That's it. Give Jan all that beautiful meat. Ram it in her baby. Fuck her with it. Give Jan all you've got. Fuck her."
Obeying, Willie again slammed into her, this time getting a cry of pain in answer. But still the white bitch under him heaved and begged for still more. Man these ofay's are nuts, he thought to himself. And just what, he wondered, would happen to poor Willie's ass if he went and messed this white broad's cunt all up. They'd throw Willies ass under the jail he reflected pensively. That is after some white son-of-a-bitch had walked around his head a few times with a billy club.
With the hard facts of reality seeping into his brain, Willie began to fuck the writhing mass of flesh under him with a degree of restraint. Hell, he could still have himself a nice piece of white ass, and not have to worry about having to explain tearing up a white pussy later. That's the ticket he counseled himself. Just get what you came for boy, and let this white bitch get her rocks off, and no one's going to be the wiser.
But Willie didn't count on the degree of lust within the woman now still begging him for more. Her legs were wrapped so tightly around his waist by now that he was having trouble moving his hips. Each time he would come down into her she would raise herself up to him frantically, as if terrified at the thought of missing something. This action soon got to Willie and he became less concerned with controlling himself, than with the impending flood of his sperm; which was now making itself pressingly known.
"Ooohhhh . . . , " moaned Jan. "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum, baby. Oh it's wonderful. You've got the most wonderful cock in the whole world lover. Fuck me harder baby. Ram it in me. Make me cum like I've never cum before. Aaahhhh . . . , " her voice rising to such a loudness that Willie began to fear that someone close by might hear.
"Sshhh," Willie hissed, "Be quiet bitch. You want every mother-fucker on this here train to knows what we're doing. You keep yourself quiet now. Hear?" Feeling his own cum begin to jet forward uncontrollably, Willie forgot all about the noise she was making and instead concentrated only on his own pressing needs. As the first spurt rocketed out of him, he felt her give a really vicious shove upward, then heard her literally shriek, "Yes, yes. That's it lover. Cum in me. Fill my hot little cunt full of your black cum. Shoot it into me. More, more, more." Then she collapsed into a spasm of convulsions, alternately pushing herself upwards, and then wrapping herself so tightly around him that he felt her body was going to climb into him.
When at last the hurricane force waves of lust began subsiding, Willie just lay still upon her, his breath coming deep but steady. He was aware of the gentle purring sounds now coming from deep within her, and he couldn't help feeling well pleased with himself. Like they say, he mused to himself, they just ain't no pussy like white pussy. Man that sure 'nough was some good stuff. Thinking of how long he'd been in the compartment, and knowing that the Head Porter most likely was looking for him he made a feeble effort to stir himself. This only brought on a renewed clasping effort on her part to hold him to her. "Don't get up yet lover," she begged. "Just leave that wonderful piece of cock in me for a little longer."
"Can't gal," he said, trying to be sharp, and failing miserably, "Got to go make them beds, before the man give me hell." Then thinking again of the deep pleasure that she'd given him, he became gentler and added, "But don't worry. Willie be back. Yes siree, Willie sure 'nough come back and give you some more," then pausing queried, "that is if you wants some more?"
Giving him a tremendous bear hug, she sighed deeply, then said, "Yes Willie," and kissing him on the cheek, finished, "I want you to come back again. Does it take you very long to finish what you have to do?"
By now Willie had succeeded in extricating himself from Jan, and was sitting on the edge of the berth, looking at her fondly. "Depends," he said, "some of these folks take a powerfully long time to decide to go to bed. Then, when they's ready they want Willie to be there ten minutes ago. Some of them," he said this with obvious venom, "is real first class pains in the ass."
Barely able to see her now in the very dim light, he reached out and snapped on the overhead lamp. As the room lit up, he was shocked to see how much the berth had been disarranged by their recent bout. His professional mind quickly made note that he must fix it before he left. After all, just 'cause he done fucked this white woman wasn't no cause for him to start laying down on the job.
Catching sight of her nakedness, he was unable then to tear his gaze from her. She was indeed a beautiful woman. The creamy texture of her skin excited him all over again; there wasn't a blemish on it. Her breasts were large and upturned. He remembered than that he hadn't taken the time to play with them none, and couldn't resist reaching out and feeling of one. This brought out a vague smile from Jan, who couldn't resist asking him if he liked them.
"Yes'um," he answered seriously, "I sure does. You is the most beautiful woman I ever seen." Then his brow furrowing, he looked at her questioningly. It was true. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. He couldn't help wondering why she'd wanted a black man when there were so many rich good looking white men on board this train. Maybe what they said was true. Maybe some white women just can't get enough of black cock. Oh well, he sighed, what ever the reason he wasn't going to be fool enough to look no gift horse in the mouth. No sir! Not Willie Smith. This white broad done told him she wanted him to come back again and give her some more, and he was sure 'nough going to. Turning from her, he began searching for his hastily discarded clothing.
As her recent lover began dressing, Jan lit a cigarette. She watched him thru the curling smoke as he carefully adjusted each piece of his clothing. He had been a much better lover than the one she'd had before she thought. Then too, he'd had one hell of a lot more to give her. At the thought of the size of his organ, she felt a slight twinge of pain within herself, and reaching her hand down gently massaged her recently well fucked cunt. Well that should hold me for a little while, she mused, and besides she had no doubt but what he would come back later, and give her still another going over. The anticipation of that coupled with the fading memory of Adam's promise to also return, made her feel reasonably comfortable. Between the two of them she should manage to make New York alright. Of course after she got there that would be another story. She'd have to start right away in starting her new life.
By now Willie had completed dressing, and looking back at her again, his large brown eyes betraying his longing, he asked if he couldn't adjust her berth. She only smiled at him, and told him that it would be alright just the way it was. After all, she reminded him, he was coming back later and they would only mess it up again. Grinning, he nodded his head, then turned and carefully opened the door. Satisfied that his superior wasn't in the immediate vicinity, Willie turned to her once more, made a kissing motion with his mouth and disappeared, closing the door silently behind him.
After Willie had left, Jan lazily lounged in the berth, recalling the intensity of the sex act she'd experienced with him. It had been good she thought. At least the burning desire had temporarily been doused. Temporarily, she reminded herself. As she lay there contemplating, she couldn't help running back over the chain of events that had led her to be on this train in the first place. The lines of displeasure that came to her face as she thought about it marred her natural beauty.
But there was no other way for her to think about it.
CHAPTER TWO
Jan had been a high school teacher. The school that she'd taught at had been located in a comfortable suburb of Chicago, and while the job hadn't been the greatest in the world, it certainly had been secure. Also, she'd been close enough to a big town, so that when the urge hit her and went beyond her control, she could escape into the big city and there, without too much danger of being discovered, have it satisfied.
This arrangement had gone on perfectly for two years. As far as the faculty and students were concerned she was the prim and proper Miss Parker, apparently destined to become an old maid. Several of the younger teachers had tried to date her, but Jan, being fully aware of her malady, had always refused. There had therefore, grown up around her the belief that she just didn't have much of a need for men. She couldn't help laughing as she remembered one particularly aggressive young man who'd made that statement to her one day in the teacher's lounge. Well I guess he knew the facts by now she thought. If he'd only known then, he probably would have shit his pants.
Stated simply, Jan had an intense sexual drive, and once it took over she couldn't control. She'd often wondered if perhaps she wasn't a nymphomaniac. Once she'd almost gone to a headshrinker to find out, but her planned visit had been cut short by meeting a rather handsome man, who took her to a motel, and then proved to be a dud. She had spent the next two days of her time off desperately seeking men to undo the damage that bastard had done. Every time she thought of him it was with absolute disgust. How in the hell can any man be so damned good looking and not have a cock on him any bigger than her little finger? Not only that, but also be totally ignorant of how to use it.
Oh well, she sighed, that's water under the bridge now. But she couldn't help the resentment that rose in her every time she thought of the literally dozens of men she'd known who hadn't the faintest idea of the needs of a woman. Stupid bastards! Was it any wonder then that a sexually stimulated woman might become so frustrated with their amateurish fumblings that she might decide that she would train a stud of her own? And as a teacher she knew that the most receptive pupils were those that had not previously had their learning capacity fucked up by inadequate training. And fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how you chose to view the ultimate outcome, she'd had an entire school full of potential candidates for the post.
It was with a degree of nostalgia that she thought back to the time when she had first decided to give it a try. It had been at the culmination of a particularly hard day; one in which her pupils had done every thing imaginable to antagonize her. Losing her temper she'd ordered two of the unruliest of the young boys to remain after class. Her intentions had indeed been honorable at the outset and there definitely had been no ulterior motives. However, later, after having taken some aspirins and regaining control of herself she had watched one of the boys as he dutifully cleaned the blackboard. Of particular interest to her had been the way in which his already tight levis had become even tighter each time he reached high to clean the upper portions.
She could clearly see the outline of his budding manhood; made more lucid by the ultra tight jockey shorts the boy wore. She didn't know exactly when he became aware of her minute inspection, but when she'd looked into his face she was aware that it had a deep crimson hue. Realizing that the boy was being made self-conscious by her stare she then couldn't help increasing her efforts; becoming more and more brazen in her inspection. The results, especially on such a young and impressionable boy, were easy to predict. Rapidly the already strained crotch of his tight pants became more evident, as his young prick began to enlarge.
Unable to face the embarrassment of the older woman's gaze, the boy had temporarily tried to turn away in such a manner that it hid his crotch. However, as is the nature of youth, he soon was unable to contain his curiosity any longer about what the eventual outcome of the situation might be. Turning again to a more advantageous angle, he pretended to work vigorously, feigning total ignorance of what was happening.
Feeling the old familiar itch return to herself, Jan had at first decided to quickly dismiss the offenders, and then without waiting to finish the work she had promised herself she would do, rush into the city and try to find one of the many men she'd made a deep acquaintance with. But it had been over a week since she'd felt the passion cooling throb of real man meat, and misjudging her own emotional status, she concluded that no harm would be done by at least continuing the visual inspection.
This was where things stood when the other boy approached her desk and announced that he had completed his assigned tasks. Momentarily startled, she had forgotten that he was even there, she finally stuttered her permission for him to leave. The other boy made no effort to go, instead continuing to wipe clean the same area that he had already finished at least a dozen times before.
It can be said in Jan's defense that she did make at least one more effort to avoid what she knew would be her downfall. She cleared her voice and asked the lad if perhaps he wasn't almost thru. Glancing at her sheepishly, he'd answered that he was almost, but that he wouldn't mind staying a little longer and helping her with anything else that she might want him to do. That was all there was to it. With those words Jan started on her road to Waterloo.
Although in her fantasies with her trusty dildo Jan had relived the events that followed that fateful announcement a thousand times over, she still always felt a quickening of the pulse when she thought about it. Her brain racing, she'd accepted, rejected, and then re-accepted the proposition that she should take the chance of having an affair with this young boy. True she'd pointed out to herself, he didn't have exactly a man sized piece of meat as of yet, it still was rather hefty for a lad his age. And, then too, there was the fact that he hadn't been improperly trained to 'bang-bang-thank you ma'am', as so many of the men she'd met obviously had. Perhaps with proper tutelage from her he might just prove to be the answer to her problem. Besides, the mere thought of having man meat in her instead of that dildo had already brought forth the familiar wetting of her panties.
By now the boy was looking at her repeatedly, almost as if expecting direction. After all this was his teacher, and he was accustomed to being told what to do by her. In all fairness to Jan, it must be said that the lad had more than once looked at his teacher with a jaundiced eye. Although young, he wasn't that young, and he'd had his share of budding flirtations and copped feels of the young girls about school. And he was sure that he hadn't been mistaken about the look she was giving him. He had never before been with a woman, not even a girl for that matter, but there was something stirring within his young loins that he didn't understand. He knew only that it was most pleasant and he saw no reason to end it by going home so soon.
Finally making her decision, thus sealing her doom, Jan made her move. Suggesting that since he'd been kind enough to volunteer to help her, he wouldn't mind straightening some of the materials in the book case. Willingly he agreed. There was a definite plan in this.
Jan's desk was of the old type; a column on each side, bridged by a top, with both front and back being open. In order to straighten the material in the bookcase, the boy would have to bend down, or rather squat, and from that vantage point he would be looking almost directly at Jan, or rather under her, through the opening in the front of the desk. If she were to sit just where she was, and open her legs only slightly, she would give him the show of his young life. Besides, this was only the beginning of the plot to seduce the young boy. Excusing herself, she told him she would be right back.
Going quickly to the teachers' lounge she locked herself into the women's room. There she removed her panties hastily, giving her already aching cunt a few loving caresses; telling it that it would soon be relieved if everything went according to plan. Stuffing her damp under things in her bag, she returned to the classroom, and seated herself at the desk. Pretending to be deeply engrossed in grading papers, she carefully began opening her legs until she felt both knees touch the sides of the insides of the columns. Then, peeking very carefully through her eyelashes, she watched the boy, named Eddie, as he halfheartedly busied himself with his task. He hadn't yet discovered what was waiting for him.
She felt the thrill race through her as she saw him finally look in her direction and get a good look at what was completely visible to him under the desk. She clearly saw his eyes bulge, and then taking care not to alert him and thus scare him off, she quickly dropped her gaze to the papers in front of her, all of which now were nothing but a blur. Hearing him shuffle his feet, she again peeked through her lowered lashes, and saw that he had turned more toward her so that he might have a better view.
By now the fires of passion were racing through Jan's blood so fast that only an absolute miracle would have prevented what happened, and unfortunately that particular day didn't happen to be long on miracles. She saw that he was totally engrossed in looking up her dress at her moist cunt, and unable to control her desires she managed to spread her legs open still a little more. By now the boy was staring so intently at what he was seeing for the first time, that gone completely was any interest in whether Miss Parker caught him at it or not. As far as Eddie was concerned what he was seeing was the most beautiful sight in the world, and the feelings within him were growing to an almost unbearable state of tension.
Jan too could see that from the squatting position the boy was in, his poor prick had swollen so much that she couldn't help wondering if indeed he weren't in pain. Deliberately she reached under the desk and raised her skirt slightly, pretending not to notice that Eddie was watching her every move. Then, brazenly she actually felt herself reach under her dress and touch herself, feeling as she did so the terribly swollen condition of her own cuntlips. Eddie's eyes followed every movement she made, either unaware or uncaring that she might catch him watching.
Abandoning all further pretexts Jan looked directly at the boy. He was concentrating on what was going on under the desk so much he didn't notice. Deciding that the time was right Jan said, "Do you like what you see Eddie?"
The sound of her voice, together with the question shocked Eddie back to reality and he busily turned and began shuffling the books, a scarlet blush spreading over his entire head. Smiling to herself, and knowing for certain that this boy would do as she wanted, Jan again took the initiative. "Eddie," she said in a low voice, "I asked you a question."
" 'Scuse me ma'am?" he squeaked, not looking at her.
"Eddie, turn here," she commanded, and when the boy complied she couldn't help being amused to note that he took great pains to neither look her directly in the eye, nor under the desk. With a smile on her face she said, "I asked if you liked what you saw?"
"Beg your pardon ma'am?" Eddie continued, in childish fashion, to pretend he didn't know what she was talking about.
"Eddie," Jan spoke firmly. "I saw you looking up under my dress. There's no need to try and deny it. Now didn't you?"
Hanging his head shamefacedly, Eddie could only nod, being unable to find his voice. Finally he looked up and blurted out, "I'm sorry Miss Parker. I didn't mean to do it. Please don't tell on me."
Smiling broadly now, Jan got up from behind her desk and approached the frightened boy. "You still didn't answer my question Eddie. Did you like what you saw?" By now she was standing almost directly in front of him.
The boy, his head still lowered, shyly nodded his head. Then sensing that this symbol of authority wasn't mad at him after all, he managed to raise it so that he was staring directly in line with her cunt.
"Tell me Eddie," Jan went on, "What did you see?"
Swallowing hard, the boy glanced at her like a frightened deer. Then he managed to say, in a voice barely audible, "I saw you."
"What did you see of me Eddie," Jan pressed.
"I saw...I saw your...Your poontang." he finally stammered.
Jan couldn't help a chuckle at this juvenile description of her love spot. Then warming even more to the boy she moved still closer to him, standing now no more than six inches away.
Again the boy swallowed hard, and looking up at her, made a feeble effort to rise. Placing her hand on his head, Jan held him down, then looking down upon him from her vantage point, she smiled at him.
"Don't you want to have a better look at it Eddie?" she smiled.
Unable to find his voice, the boy could only look at her with a pained expression on his handsome face. Realizing that perhaps she had moved a little too fast for the boy, Jan decided to take things a little easier; coax him into it. Placing her hand on his head she told the fright-end child that everything would be alright and that it was perfectly natural for him to have looked at her. Then going further she explained some of the facts of life to him; mainly about the difference between boys and girls. When she finished she asked, "Have you ever been with a girl before Eddie?"
More relaxed now, and feeling better, Eddie shook his head.
"I see," Jan said, "Tell me have you ever seen a girl naked before?"
Again Eddie shook his head, still unable to look at the teacher.
"Well then Eddie I think that it's time that your education was broaden a little don't you?"
The boy merely looked at her, trustingly. He neither indicated a positive or negative answer, depending solely on the symbol of authority that he'd been taught to respect to guide him in the right path.
Taking his failure to answer as a possible sign of her losing control over him, Jan spoke next in a tone slightly harsher than that used previously. "Eddie," she said, "I want you to do exactly what I tell you. Do you understand me Eddie? Do you?"
Startled at the change in her attitude, the boy vigorously nodded his head. Seeing his acceptable response, Jan eased up a bit, then said, "Pull my dress up Eddie."
Looking at her unbelieving, Eddie didn't move. Again she repeated her command, this time again resorting to a harsher tone. This time he obeyed. Reaching out his hand gingerly, and taking hold of the hem of the skirt, he slowly began lifting it.
As the skirt slowly cleared the deep Y of her crotch, Eddie's eyes became riveted to the spot. The deep bushy hair so fascinated him that for a moment he forgot to continue his task, and was prompted back to the present only by a reminder from Jan. Again her skirt began to rise, finally reaching her hips; leaving her totally exposed from the waist down.
She was pleased to note that the boy's breath was coming harder now. He still was staring at her cunt as if it were something from another world, which in his young life it probably was. Sensing that the boy desired to touch the forbidden spot, but lacked the courage to do so on his own, Jan commanded him to do so. He complied.
As his hand reached out, it jerked back as if what he touched were hot as soon as his hand came in contact with her pussy. Again she ordered him to touch her, and this time his fingers sheepishly explored the new found wonder when they reached it. Becoming ever bolder, the boy experimentally let his index finger slip between the gorged lips; this bringing a barely audible sound of pleasure from Jan.
In answer to the caress, Jan spread her feet still further apart, giving him freer access to her pot of gold. Seeing what she was doing the lad began a still deeper penetration of the forbidden fruit, the warmth of it surprising him.
"Do you like it Eddie?" Jan inquired passionately, at the same time spreading her legs still further apart. "Do you like it?"
"Yes ma'am," Eddie replied hoarsely. Allowing his finger to dip still deeper into her, he couldn't help commenting, "It's so warm. Is it always warm like this?" Jan couldn't help a small laugh at the total sweetness and innocence of the boy. Looking down at him and smiling, she told him that it was warm like that only when it had someone to make love to it the way he was doing. At the mention of the word 'love' and her insinuation that that was what he was doing to her, Eddie let his meager chest puff out a little bit. He couldn't help feeling that he had after all come into manhood. Why else would this attractive woman, his teacher, the one he'd always held a little in awe, let him do what he was doing?
The need increasing within her ever more at the amateurish fondlings of the boy, Jan began mentally ticking off the various places where she would be able to complete the seduction of the boy. The only place that would be totally safe she knew would be the teachers' lounge. There was a lock on the door and she knew for sure that all the other teachers would have long ago left the building, as she herself normally would had it not been for her planned affair.
Reaching down, she took the boy by the shoulders and lifted him up. Although he was tall for his age, she still had to bend down slightly in order to kiss him. When her lips met his, the boy was so frightened by what had so unexpectedly happened to him, that he merely stood there stonily, not responding. But when her tongue finally forced its way between his lips, he allowed it to explore the inside of his own mouth, and as the incessant prodding continued even answered it with his own.
Confident now that nothing could possibly cause him to chicken out on her, Jan withdrew her mouth from his. Then looking at him fondly and at the same time holding him rather close to her, she spoke for the first time since he'd stood.
"Eddie," she murmured softly. "I'm going to teach you something now that you're going to like very much. There's just one thing Eddie. It must be a secret. Just between you and I. Do you understand Eddie?" The last was said with such urgency, that the boy looked into her face searchingly. Then seeing nothing but affection in the teacher's eyes, he nodded.
"It's very important Eddie," she again pressed. "No one, absolutely no one must ever know that I taught you what you're going to learn. It would be very bad for you if you ever tell anyone. In fact the very least that could happen would be that you'd be expelled. Do you understand Eddie?"
Eddie swallowed hard. The very thought of what his parents would say if he were to get expelled was more than enough to insure his silence. Seeing the look on his face, Jan felt assured that she'd sufficiently impressed him that she wouldn't have to worry about Eddie telling anyone. Thus assured she took him by the arm and led him from the room, after carefully pulling her dress down. Although she wasn't really worried about meeting anyone in the halls, she felt it best to play safe. It would be a real drag if one of the lazy custodians were to chose just that moment to decide to sweep the hall. Confident that they would in all probability be sleeping in the basement, she didn't feel any real danger was present.
Moving along quickly now, her desire almost at fever pitch, she led Eddie down the corridor to the door of the teachers' lounge. Stepping ahead of the trembling boy, she opened the door. Being satisfied that no one was in it, she stepped across the threshold, pulling the boy after her.
Once inside, she quickly locked the door, then turning to the lad pulled him to her. Without the slightest hesitation, she then reached down and felt of his still hard prick; being in the process pleasantly surprised to find that there was more of it than she'd thought there might be. Although not as big as a man's it still would measure a good eight inches in length, and be at least and inch and a half in diameter. If she could just teach the youngster to control his passion, thus letting her get her fill of it, she could be satisfied with the smaller thing.
When she'd first touched Eddie's cock, the lad had almost drawn away. That was the first time that anyone, especially a woman or even a girl for that matter, had ever touched him there. But Jan's firm grasp held him where he was, and he meekly submitted to her roving hands. As her fingers began to more fully explore him he felt an ever increasing desire himself, although being inexperienced he couldn't actually identify it. All he knew was that he was enjoying it immensely and he didn't want her to stop what she was doing.
Satisfied as to the boy's dimensions, and that with the proper instruction on her part he would be able to perform to her satisfaction, Jan led the still trembling lad over to the divan that occupied most of one wall. Commanding him to undress, she did likewise. As Jan began removing her clothing the boy could do little but stare at her. His own disrobing had proceeded no further than unbuttoning his shirt by the time Jan stood completely naked in front of him. His eyes were literally bulging. This was the very first time he'd ever seen any woman completely nude, and the experience was causing his throat to constrict; thus making normal breathing difficult.
Seeing his more or less immobile posture, Jan crossed to him hurriedly and began giving him assistance in completing his own undressing. Embarrassed at having to bare himself in front of this woman whom a short time before had been a thing to fear; to look up to and respect, Eddie's face once again took on a crimson hue. After not just a small amount of effort, Jan succeeded in undressing the mildly protesting youth, and stood back to admire him.
Although Eddie was barely fifteen, he was developed better than average. His chest had expanded to almost its complete manhood, and his waist was slender; his boyish hips tapering off onto firm young legs. His prick jutted out in front of him prominently, already purple under the continuing strain of sexual desire. Eddie glanced downward once, and seeing how vividly it presented itself, looked away. He had never been more embarrassed in his entire life.
Seeing the agitated state the youth was in, Jan decided that she would try to ease his tension; after all, if he were to begin under such a strain, there was a good likelihood that the boy would shoot off almost immediately. She had to make sure that he was relaxed.
Taking his hand, she sat down and pulled him down beside her. Then taking his chin in her hand, she pulled his face to look at her. Leaning forward slightly she planted a light kiss on his lips.
"Don't be frightened Eddie. I know that this is all a little strange to you right now, but you can trust me. Everything will be alright. In a little while you're going to know more joy and happiness than you ever dreamed possible. You do trust me don't you?"
Eddie nodded his head, although not with much enthusiasm. Pressing still further Jan said, "Eddie, you know that I'm fond of you don't you?" She let go of his chin, and Eddie again nodded. "And you know that I would do nothing that I didn't think was good for you?" Again Eddie nodded. "What I'm going to show you, you will someday thank me for very much. I'm going to show you how to make love to a woman the way most women really like to be made love to Eddie. I'm going to show you how to fuck a woman Eddie."
The word 'fuck' made Eddie start. He'd used it a few times himself, in an effort to show off in front of the guys, but he'd never heard a woman say it. It made his already erect cock stiffen still more and begin to throb. Jan went on. "You do want to fuck me don't you Eddie?"
"I guess so Miss Parker," Eddie stammered. Eddie had also heard from the other fellows that it always hurt a woman the first time she got fucked, and he couldn't help asking her if it would hurt him.
Jan laughed out loud at his question, then sobering, she took his hand, and assured him that it wouldn't. "It's only going to feel good Eddie. It's going to feel better than anything you've ever felt before. That cock between your legs Eddie was intended to fuck women. That's what it's for. Not just to pee through, but to sink deep into a woman's pussy and give her pleasure. I'm going to show you how."
The way Jan had been talking had gotten Eddie more excited than he had ever dreamed possible. So excited in fact that he had begun to tremble again. As he watched her lay back on the divan and open her legs, giving him a clearer view of her cunt, he felt his heart pounding in his chest. Jan reached out to him, and imploring him to come to her, pulled him on top of her. Holding him close to her, she reveled at the feel of his nakedness against her. Her own heart was pounding loudly now, and she couldn't help thinking that this would be the first virgin that she'd ever had. Remembering her own clumsy and inept deflowerment, she grimaced, then made a silent pledge to herself that she would be careful with this lad. She'd make sure that he knew what it was all about by the time she'd finished with him.
"Eddie, play with me. Suck my tits. Do you like my tits Eddie?" Eddie admitted that he did, and said that they were the most beautiful tits he'd ever seen, which for him was the absolute truth. Jan told him that she had seen him looking at her before, especially when she wore a tight sweater or dress. He confessed that he had, and then told her that all the other boys also looked at her. She asked if they ever talked about her, and although the boy was a little nervous about telling her about it at first, under her expert questioning he finally admitted that some of the boys did talk about her sometimes.
"What do they say about me Eddie?" she questioned.
Blushing again, the boy finally blurted out, "They talk about your tits, and...and your...your poontang."
"It's not poontang Eddie. That's only for children, and after tonight you're not going to be a child anymore. You're going to be a man. It's a pussy Eddie. Say it. Say Pussy."
Straining, the boy finally managed to very lowly mumble the heretofore forbidden sound. Telling him to repeat it again, Jan finally had him saying it clearly.
"Now that you can say it Eddie, why don't you play with it again like you were doing in the class room. Doesn't it make you feel good when you play with it Eddie? Don't you like to feel of it?"
"Yes," he answered, this time more firmly. Putting his hand on her cunt, and being more sure of himself, the boy let his finger slip between the lips and dip deeply into her. Jan moaned loudly as she felt him slide his finger over her clit. Now that she had most of the difficult part of the seduction out of the way, she realized that her own mounting passion could no longer be denied. Guiding him every step of the way, she soon had him over her, then reaching down she took hold of his young cock.
"Now Eddie, as I guide it, you push. Your cock is going to go into my pussy. It's going to feel good Eddie, better than anything you've ever dreamed of. Just relax and enjoy it. Once you have it all the way in me just lay still and get used to it. OK?"
Indicating that he would do as he had been told, Eddie began to push his hips forward. There was an electric shock sensation when the head of his blood gorged cock reached the lips of her eagerly waiting slit. Then as he slowly felt his prick entering the lovely warmth of her pussy he couldn't help moaning a little. She too moaned as she felt the young and tender meat descending into her. It felt better than she'd thought it might, and then she realized that she was so hot that the walls of her pussy had swollen. This caused the slight member to feel bigger than it normally would have.
Deeper and deeper it pierced into her. Almost by instinct the boy had begun to pump at her as it went in. It was with difficulty that she managed to restrain him. She knew that in his excited state he would shoot off very quickly if she didn't control him. The thought of missing being relieved of the terrible ache within her as the result of a premature climax almost made her ill.
Finally it was all in, and Jan couldn't help being amazed at how full she felt. Asking Eddie how it felt, she received only a grunt in reply and a renewed attempt at trying to hump her. "Just lie still a moment Eddie," she cautioned.
"You'll have to get used to the way it feels first, or you won't have as much fun as you're supposed to."
Obeying her the boy remained perfectly still. Sensually Jan began to contract the muscles of the walls of her cunt. Feeling the boy move as she did so, she placed her hands more firmly on his slender hips to hold him still. More and more she continued to contract and expand her cunt muscles, her movements now bringing forth moans of pleasure pain from her novice lover. Jan's cunt was so painfully swollen with heat that the actions didn't take long to bring herself to a climax. Feeling her own cum begin to seep through the wall of her pussy, she told the boy that now was the time for him to start pumping. He immediately complied, frantically humping away at her.
The increased friction on the inside of her cunt caused Jan to almost go wild, so hot was she. Locking her legs tightly around the boys narrow waist, she furiously pushed up to meet his descending groin each time he thrust his prick into her. By now the boy too had become so taken up by what was happening that he had began to ramble incoherently.
"Oh Miss Parker. You were right. It does feel good. Better than anything. I like it. It feels good. Ooohhh...something's happening. What is it Miss Parker. I feel so strange. I hurt down there. You told me it wouldn't hurt. But it feels so good at the same time. Oooohhh. Please! Something's happ...it goo...wha...Oohh! Oooooooohhh."
Feeling his first spurt of cum splash into her, Jan locked her legs still tighter around him. Raking his back gently, or as gently as she could in her condition, she told him what was happening. "You're cumming Eddie. Doesn't it feel good. You're shooting your cum into my cunt. Shoot it in me Eddie. Cum all in me. It'll make you feel much better when all of your cum is out of you and in me. You've got to cum in me Eddie. It'll make you sick if you don't. That's it Eddie. Push harder. Fuck me Eddie. Don't you like fucking me Eddie. Don't you like shooting your cum in me?"
By now Eddie was too far gone to care. He was shouting and crying at the same time. "Ooooohhh! Aaaaaahhh! Miss Parker! Eeeeiiee! It hurts! It feels so good! Oooooohhhh. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oooooohhhhh."
Feeling him give one last final lunge at her, Jan was aware that the boy had finished. She felt good. She wasn't completely satisfied yet, but she still had plans for him. He didn't know it yet but she was going to have him eat her. As he lay exhausted on her, she heard harsh breathing, punctuate by sharp gasps.
"How was it Eddie? Did you like it?"
"Oh yes Miss Parker. It was the most wonderful thing in the whole world. Can we do it again?"
Laughing at his youthful willingness, Jan told him that they most certainly would do it again; many times. But she also informed him that it would be a little while before he'd be able to do it. When he asked why, she pounced on her cue. "Because each time when you finish cumming in me, you have to clean up my cunt. There's only one way that you can clean it Eddie. That is if you want to do it again. Yon have to lick it out with your tongue. Otherwise you won't be able to use it again."
Eagerly Eddie agreed, and rose from her. Her own heat again rising within her, Jan spread her legs. With her finger she began massaging her clit. Indicating where she was rubbing, she told him that this was where he had to lick most of the time. His eyes gleaming, Eddie quickly set to work cleaning out his newly discovered plaything so that he might once again be able to use it.
His tongue reacted favorably to the slightly ironish taste of Jan's pussy, and he began exploring it more. As his tongue flicked over the lips of her cunt Jan gyrated her hips in an effort to get the most benefit from it. It wasn't long before she once again felt the rising tides of her own fluids, and pressing him harder to her slit, she increased the movements of her hips.
"Eddie," she yelled. "Now I'm getting ready to cum. Just like you did. It feels so good Eddie. Eat me. Suck me. Lick me." Pressing the boy's face to her so hard that he could barely breath, she felt the first outpouring of her cum. Again and again the waves passed over her and again and again she lurched forward, at the same time pressing Eddie's face into her cunt even harder. The boy complied by increasing ever more the speed with which he licked at her love spot, reveling in the joy he could hear and feel that he was giving her.
As the tides of passion began to ebb, Jan began to quiet down. The last meager sensations finally passing thru her, she settled down, and attempted to collect herself. Releasing her strangle hold on Eddie's head, she felt the boy raise himself and look at her with a self satisfied grin on his face. "Did I do alright Miss Parker?" he questioned.
"You did fine Eddie," she murmured. "Just fine."
"I'm glad. And you were right too. See. I'm sticking out again."
Looking down, Jan was astonished to see that the boy was telling the truth. His boyish love-stick protruded as prominently as before. Even though she had just finished a very satisfying climax, the very sight of it set her off again, and she felt her desire quickly return. Reaching out she grasped it, and pulled him to her. Not understanding what she had in mind, the boy almost stumbled, then regaining his balance, stood directly in front of her.
Raising herself onto one elbow, Jan opened her mouth and let the boy's cock slide in. She heard him give a moan as the warmth of her mouth closed over it. She played her tongue expertly over the enlarged head and felt him give a slight jerk. She couldn't help congratulating herself on the wisdom of her decision to seduce the boy. He would make a good lover, and more important he would be available any time she wanted him. The only problem she might have was making sure that he never got to cocksure of himself and went around bragging to his friends that he was fucking her. That would be when the shit hit the fan for sure. But for right now all she was concerned with was the fact that the young lover once more had a good hard-on.
Faster and faster she fucked herself in the mouth with the boy meat. She felt his hands go to her head, and heard the sounds of pleasure coming from him. Her hand let go of the shaft of the adequate cock and reached instead to his small balls, no larger than small plums. Gently she massaged them, all the while continuing to suck him. Judging that if she kept it up much longer he would cum in her mouth, and wanting to feel his cock in her again, she reluctantly ceased her ministration of his balls and cock, and let the delicate morsel slip from her mouth.
"What's the matter Miss Parker. I didn't cum again. Please do it some more."
"I will Eddie," she assured him. "But I want you to fuck me again. Only this time we're going to do it differently. We'll do it dog fashion. You'll like that Eddie." Pushing the boy back from her, she pulled one of the pillows to her and placed it under her stomach. Then raising her hips high in the air, she reached back, and feeling her already moist cunt, told Eddie how to mount her from the back. Eager now, Eddie complied, the head of his ready tool soon touching her widely exposed pussy.
"That's it Eddie. Now push it into me like you did before. Only this time you can watch it going in me if you want to. Do you see it Eddie?" The thought of the boy watching himself fuck her made Jan even more excited. Glancing back over her shoulder, she saw the boy looking down at what he was doing. Then she felt his cock enter her, and the sight of him watching plus the feeling of his swollen meat piercing her made her moan loudly.
From her new position the lad's prick sank deeper into her than before, and she writhed with excitement and joy. Deeper and deeper the cock sliced into her until finally she felt his groin pressing against her ass. Raising herself still more, she looked down under herself and saw his small balls swaying unrestricted. Then she both saw and felt him withdraw his slender weapon from her, and then plunge it deeply into her again.
The heat steadily building within her she watched fascinated as the youngster fucked her. In and out his joy stick rode, and the sounds of agony, mixed with pleasure he was giving out, clearly foretold of his almost immediate cumming. Each time he would thrust himself forward into her, she would hungrily push backwards to meet him; feeling his cock bury itself deep within her hotly wet hole. He was lunging in and out of her much faster now; a definite purpose approaching.
Only an instant before she felt him shoot his hot juices into her well lubricated pussy, Jan herself came. As the sharp pangs of lust stabbed at her, she cried out happily what was happening to her.
"Fuck my pussy Eddie. Oh that's it. Fuck it Eddie. Oooohhhhh I'm cumming again. Fuck me Eddie. Ram that little cock of yours into me as hard as you can. Fuck me. Aaaahh I'm cumming. I'm cumming. It feels so good. Fuck me Eddie. Ooooohhhh I can feel you shooting in me now. It feels good doesn't it Eddie. Fuck me. Shoot your cum in me all you want to. Shoot it way down deep in me. Fuck my cunt."
Although the boy really didn't need much stimulation, the words pouring out of Jan served to prod him on still further. Frantically he slammed into her, his cum once more spilling out of him for the second time. With each spurt he closed his eyes tightly and gave a loud grunt, not being so afraid of what was happening to him this time. When he finally managed to open his eyes, he glanced down and saw his tool glistening wetly. He felt an overpowering compulsion to again ram it into this wonderful thing he'd discovered and immediately gave vent to his desire. His forward thrust caught Jan off guard and she was knocked forward by the suddenness and ferocity of the plunge. Apologizing profusely, he pulled himself out of her and tried to help her up. She only laughed and told him not to worry about it. Then sitting up she pulled the boy down beside her and cuddled him in her arms.
They sat like that for quite some time; each gradually returning to normal. Letting her charge go, Jan reached into her discarded skirt which had a pocket in it, and withdrew a package of cigarettes and lighter. After she lit one, not bothering to offer the lad one, for she didn't want to corrupt him, she drew in deeply and then sighed a deep sigh of satisfaction. Patting the boy's leg she said, "Well Eddie how was it? Did you enjoy it as much as you sounded like you did?"
"Oh yes Miss Parker. Like I said before. It was the most wonderful thing in the world. But aren't you forgetting something?"
Looking at the boy puzzled, Jan asked him what. "Why I'm supposed to clean it out. Remember. You said that if I didn't clean it out I couldn't use it any more."
Smiling to herself at how well she'd trained her young paramour, Jan obediently opened her legs. Thanking him for reminding her, and indicating that he should kneel on the floor in front of her, she let him go about his task. Once more she felt the fires begin burning inside of her and it wasn't long before she'd put the cigarette out and was pushing the boy's face harder into her cummy cunt. The boy in the meantime worked happily at his chore, his tongue being more experienced and knowing where to search in order to elicit the cries he now knew indicated that Miss Parker was enjoying what he was doing.
It wasn't long before Jan once again felt the passion begin to seep out of her, and throwing her head back onto the back of the sofa she moaned deeply, at the same time pressing his face still harder into her. As the last remnants of her cum passed, she released her grip on the back of the boy's head and allowed him to get some air again. He looked up at her trustingly and then frowned. Looking down, he saw that his cock had not returned to its previous hardness and questioned her about it. She soothed him and explained that since he was new at fucking it would take awhile before he'd be able to do it more than twice. Dejected, the boy rose, and stood dumbly in his tracks; waiting for further instructions.
Glancing at her watch, Jan was genuinely shocked to see that they had been in the lounge for over an hour and a half. Knowing that the custodians, lazy as they were, would probably be shuffling about the now supposedly deserted building, she instructed Eddie to get dressed.
Once they were both dressed, Jan crossed to the door, and turning the lock silently, eased it open. Looking in both directions quickly, she satisfied herself that the custodians were no where in sight. Closing the door again she motioned for Eddie to come over to where she stood. Taking him in her arms and holding him fondly, she whispered in his ear.
"Now Eddie we must leave separately, you going one way and me the other. If anyone stops you just tell them that you stayed late to help me with some work, and if they want to check I'll be in my classroom. And remember, Eddie, not a word of this to anyone. Promise?"
"Oh yes ma'am!" he exclaimed. "You can trust me. I promise I won't say anything. But aren't we ever going to do it again, Miss Parker."
She couldn't help smiling at the boy. Pulling him to her she gave him a big hug, and then after kissing him on the mouth again she told him, "Yes we're going to do it again. In fact, we'll do it almost every day. But we must be sure that no one ever finds out. If they do then we won't be able to do it any more. And you wouldn't want that to happen would you?" He assured her he didn't and again promised that he would never tell anyone what had happened.
Letting the now happy boy go, Jan once more opened the door slowly, and again looking both ways, motioned him out, indicating that he should go to the left. At the same time she also left the lounge, and started to the right. After going a short distance however, she decided to return and make sure everything was in order in the lounge. It certainly wouldn't do for her to start getting careless now, she thought.
After checking the lounge over minutely, she found that everything was in order, and no one could possibly guess what had taken place there. Returning to her classroom, she quickly gathered up her papers, and stuffing them in her briefcase, prepared to leave. Just as she walked toward the door she glanced out the window, and saw Eddie walking down the street over a block away. She was glad that he'd gotten clear of the building without being spotted although she was sure that no one would have said anything had they seen him leaving. It wasn't exactly the rule of thumb for a student to stay this late helping his teacher, but it had happened before. Jan couldn't help wondering to herself if perhaps there weren't other teachers doing the same thing as she was. After all, she had noted on more than one occasion boys had stayed after class in Miss Henley's room. The thought of the prim and proper Miss Henley giving herself to anyone was amusing.
Then suddenly she frowned. If she had thought about the possibility of Miss Henley of all people having sex with one of the students, what was to keep others from wondering about her keeping Eddie after school. She made up her mind right then and there that she would have to be very careful, and in fact have the boy come to her apartment instead of doing it here at the school. She would do it here only when she had a really driving need. After all, no sense in ruining a good thing by being overly confident. She left the room and went home, feeling quite satisfied, and patting herself on the back for her brilliant decision. Eddie had been good. Better in fact than she'd thought he would be. Besides he'd get better as time went on.
CHAPTER THREE
Things had gone quite smoothly for Jan for over a month. Most of the time she would give Eddie the key to her apartment and have him go there straight from school. Then immediately after she would finish grading papers she would go there, usually finding him already in bed, his young tool hard and ready. Eddie had proven to be an excellent pupil, and indeed he had improved drastically under her expert instructions. The fact that he'd found sex to be one of the most wonderful things imaginable had helped of course.
As the result of her good fortune, and also the fact that she was getting fucked and sucked almost daily, and in the dosage she desired, Jan's entire outlook on life had improved. Several of the other teachers had even commented upon it, and a few asked if perhaps she had a new boyfriend. Sensing a possible danger, Jan had been careful thereafter to watch herself, and anytime she felt herself getting a little giddy, she would force herself to think of the many unsatisfactory fucks she'd had. In particular she would remember the tall good looking bastard who'd left her so damned hot she'd actually cried.
Things had gone along quite smoothly then for some time. Jan would go to her apartment, Eddie would give her a royal fucking, and life was good. When Eddie had come up with the problem of his parents asking why he was so late each evening, Jan had hit upon the ruse that he'd found an after school job delivering groceries. This had pleased his father no end, and to make good the deception she gave him a few dollars each week so that he could show them his 'earnings'. As far as Jan was concerned this was a cheap enough price for her to pay in exchange for the total bliss she now had.
They seldom had sex at school; only when Jan's cunt would be so hot that she couldn't stand it and would chance discovery. However, she did it once too often, and as was bound to happen they were discovered. And of all people it had to be old man Parsons, the custodian.
Jan remembered that particular day well, and couldn't help making a face as she thought about it. So unpleasant was the memory that she even ceased her solitary masturbation with the dildo. She remembered that Eddie hadn't been able to come by the apartment the day before because of a doctor's appointment. And that morning she'd felt particularly horny, so that when she saw Eddie in school that day she'd whispered to him to stay after school and meet her in the teachers' lounge.
Eddie had obeyed, and after waiting for what she determined to be a reasonable length of time, and making sure that all the teachers had left, Jan went to the lounge for her tryst.
As so often happens in clandestine affairs, someone notices something out of the ordinary. Old man Parsons had, and for a particular reason. Some two months earlier Jan had become so fed up with the ineptness of the custodian that she'd reported the shabby job he was doing to the principal. Called on the carpet, the old man had sullenly defended himself, and after getting bawled out and threatened with dismissal if his performance didn't improve, the principal had dismissed the meeting. Jan had noted for some time after that the old man had looked at her sullenly, and she was well aware that he would do anything he could to get even. She'd never particularly worried about anything he could do, after all they never really had anything to do with each other, so she'd dismissed the glares without a second thought. But the old man hadn't forgotten, and unbeknownst to Jan he had watched everything she did.
Therefore it didn't take him long to put two and two together, especially when he noted that young Eddie seemed to be taking a more than usual amount of interest in the shapely teacher. Seeing him stay after school on more than one occasion, and noting that it was usually with Miss Parker, the old man had carefully stationed himself in a vantage point so that he might be aware of the next time this happened. Even he, however, wasn't prepared for what he discovered.
He had seen Eddie go into the teachers' lounge first, and while this was certainly unusual, it wasn't sufficient for him to act. Besides, he wasn't after Eddie. He wanted to square accounts with that damned uppity bitch who'd turned him into the principal. Biding his time he waited. His patience was soon rewarded, for shortly afterwards, Miss Parker walked into the lounge also. He heard the sound of the lock being snapped shut, and this was more than enough to convince him that something unorthodox was happening behind the locked door.
As a custodian at the school the old man had a duplicate set of keys for every lock in the building, so it didn't take long before he'd eased it open. He needn't have been so careful he was to think later, for the pair in the room certainly wouldn't have heard him anyway. They were too busy.
The sight that greeted the old man as he slipped into the room unnoticed by its occupants was one of total sexual abandonment. Jan had been so horny that she had merely pulled her panties off and leaned over the nearest chair, at the same time imploring Eddie to fuck her dog fashion. Eddie, not bothering to remove anything but his levis had willingly obeyed, and was soon pounding his enlarged cock deep into the hot willing pussy that lay exposed before him. Both their backs to the door, unwisely secure in the knowledge that it was locked, Eddie was frantically shoving his prick into Jan's wet cunt when the old man entered. He could clearly see what was happening, and old as he was the sight caused a stirring within his own wornout loins, and for the first time in ages he felt the familiar rising of his ancient cock.
Taking care not to disturb the performers, he watched with fascination as Jan continued to receive her fucking, and it delighted him no end when he heard her yell to the young boy that she was cumming. The thrashing and pushing that followed was a sight for his old eyes, and he enjoyed every minute of it. He watched as the boy lunged forward into the pretty teacher again and again, and then finally heard the boy announce the arrival of his own shattering climax. Such a good view of the whole thing did the old man have, that he could clearly see the excess cum spilling out of Jan's pussy, and little droplets of it falling to the floor.
As the pair in the middle of the room finished their fuck, the old man made his presence known. Jan first heard him, when she heard what could only be described as a cackle. Eddie's fast diminishing cock was still buried within her recently well fucked cunt, and with real fear in her eyes she looked back over her shoulder and saw the old man standing near them. Realizing that it would do no good to cover up now, there being no doubt that the old bastard had seen everything, she attempted to keep her cool. Pulling herself away from the boy, she let her skirt drop into place, thereby covering herself.
Eddie in the meantime hastily popped his shorts back on and was struggling with his levis when the old man spoke. "Well, well, well," he cackled again. "If it ain't the high and mighty Miss Parker, and with a young stud working your hot little cunt over." He laughed a dirty degenerate laugh and let his words seep in. He knew that he had the upper hand and he intended to play it to the hilt. His eyes suddenly turning hard, and his voice matching, he went on, "I wonder how the principal is going to like it when he hears about the little extra-curricular lessons you been giving the boy here? Don't reckon he's going to think much of it, do you?" Again a crooked grin sliced across his wrinkled face. His breath wheezed in and out as he looked boldly at the woman standing defeated before him. Turn him in to the damned principal would she? Well he'd make her wish she'd never heard of him before he was through.
Jan, knowing that she was at the mercy of this old fart, whom she was aware bore a deep grudge against her, merely stood silent, waiting for him to go on. She doubted for some reason that he actually would tell the principal about what he saw. It just wouldn't be in character for him. No, she thought, he'd do something else. Something dirtier, and nastier. Then she saw how he was looking at her, the lust clear in his yellowed old eyes. Then she knew what it was he had in mind. Yes that would be more like him. Force her to have sex with him. Force her to submit to being fucked by his wrinkled old cock. Well, that would be better than blowing the whole thing, she decided. If the old son-of-a-bitch did snitch there would be hell to pay. She would be lucky if she could get any kind of job at all after that. She'd definitely be through as a teacher. Parents were funny about things like this.
Resigning herself to the inevitable, she let a sigh come from her. The important thing right now would be to get Eddie the hell out of here. As long as Eddie was here anything might happen, and God forbid that the youngster all of a sudden took it in his head to defend her honor and good name. And he was just young and impressionable enough to try something foolish like that. That, she thought would be all she needed. Besides, being fucked by this all washed up old bastard wouldn't be something she couldn't get over. Once he'd done it he would be in the same boat and wouldn't dare snitch for fear of implicating himself. Turning to Eddie, and trying to keep her voice as calm as possible he said, "Eddie." Eddie turned toward her, and the look in his eyes clearly indicated that he was thinking of something foolish. Hurrying now, lest she find herself unable to control the impetuous boy she went on, "Eddie I want you to leave now. Mr. Parsons and I have something to talk about. Just go on home and don't worry about it. Nothing's going to happen. We're just going to talk. Now do as I say. Leave."
Clearly unsure of himself, Eddie looked first at her and then at the custodian. He didn't want to leave his beautiful Miss Parker here with this dirty old man. He was sure something awful would happen if he did. But the training that had been instilled in him to always obey her finally began paying off and he slowly moved to the door. Then turning back to her he stammered, "Are you sure Miss Parker? Don't you want me to stay here with you just in case. I mean is everything going to be alright. I'll go to the principal with you if you want. I'm not afraid any more. I love you Miss Parker." The last was said with such obvious sincerity that Jan felt a tugging at the strings of her heart. She'd never thought about the fact that the young and impressionable young man might actually fall in love with her. After all, even though she was extremely fond of the boy, all he really meant to her was a good fucking if and when she needed it.
"No Eddie," she firmly answered. "Go ahead and go home like I told you. I'm sure that Mr. Parsons and I can work something out. I don't think he really wants to go to the principal after all, do you?" She looked at the withered old form as she asked the last question. All he did was stand there grinning. She shuddered. She knew she'd been right. "Now go Eddie, right this minute. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
The tone in her voice left no room for doubt in the boy's mind that she meant what she said. Looking at her once more and then at the old man, Eddie finally walked through the door, closing it softly behind him. Once out in the hallway he quickly left the building and headed for home, the thought of sticking around and listening never occurred to him.
After the boy had left the old man cackled again. Then his voice squeaked into action again. "What's that you said about me not wanting to go the principal? What makes you so all fired sure I ain't? Huh? I been waitin' a long time to even scores with you, you high and mighty bitch. Well now's my chance and I'm sure enough going to make you wish you'd never turned me in." Pausing a moment to savor the feeling of victory within him, he then continued.. "You know what they're going to do if I tell don't you?" When he'd said the word 'if Jan knew that he had no intention of telling. He was just building up to his counter offer, and she wished to hell he'd hurry up and make his pitch.
But she had underestimated the old codger. He was completely aware of the extent of the control over this woman that he now possessed, and he was in no hurry to have it end. He actually hadn't decided what he was going to do yet. He could still feel the vague remembrance of the sight that had greeted him when he entered the room and again felt the stirring within him. He was also aware that at his age he was too old to actually fuck this young woman. No he just wouldn't have the strength. But that didn't stop the stirring from happening, and it had been a long, long time. He went on.
"If I turn you in you're thru. You can't get a job in any school, 'cept maybe one of them little small private ones that don't pay too much. And in this town you couldn't even get a job slinging hash." The thought of seeing her in a waitress' uniform serving him caused him to again laugh a dry tubercular cackle. "But I tell you what I'm going to do." Here it comes she thought. "I'm going to give you a break. That is if you are nice to me. But if you ain't. . . " He let the sentence trail off and then drew a shriveled finger across his throat.
"Okay, Mr. Parsons," said Jan coldly. "What is it you have in mind." As if she didn't know, the damned old degenerate.
"Strip," he wheezed suddenly, his voice devoid of any feeling.
Knowing it would be useless to argue, Jan meekly complied. First she unbuttoned her blouse, letting it fall on the sofa. Next, off came her bra, and she could feel the old man staring greedily at her as each garment was tossed aside. In a hurry to get the unpleasant task over with she quickly unzipped the side of her skirt and let it fall to the floor, then stepped out of it. Now she stood before him completely naked, his gaze taking in every inch of her loveliness. She hated him.
The wheezing sound in the room increased as the old man's breathing became more labored. He stared at the lovely nude form in front of him. Yes indeed he thought to himself. It's been a long, long time. Moving toward her he reached out his hand and cupped one of her ample breasts in his grizzled old hand. It annoyed him when he saw her wince at his touch. The damned bitch is still uppity is she? Well he'd fix that he decided. Either she came down off her high horse or he would go to the principal. Letting go of her tit, he stepped back.
"On your knees," he commanded.
Jan could only look at him in disbelief. Then knowing that there was absolutely nothing she could do, she obeyed him. As she assumed the demanded position he again stepped forward, this time to within inches of her. Again he barked. "Take it out bitch. Take it out and play with it."
Knowing full well what he meant, Jan reached up and undid him. As she reached her hand inside his dirty pants, she couldn't help feeling a slight wave of revulsion. When her hand finally settled on his scrawny old prick she actually had to swallow to keep back the growing nausea. Getting a firm grip on herself, she succeeded in pulling it free, and still holding it in her hand, waited for what she now feared would be his next order. Again he commanded her to play with him. "Get it hard."
Doing as she was told Jan began to massage the withered old member and was actually amazed when she saw that it was slowly beginning to respond. She had hoped that maybe it wouldn't, thus saving her from the fate she was sure was waiting if it did. Slowly the ancient prick began to take on a firmness, and after what seemed to her an eternity it succeeded in standing out half hard; the best that it was going to do. When the old man gave his next command therefore, it didn't come as much of a shock. She'd expected it.
"Suck it," he sneered. "Suck my cock Miss High and Mighty. Suck me off until I shoot my cum into your lying mouth."
Although Jan had expected it, nonetheless she felt a wave of renewed nausea at the actual words coming from this toothless old reprobate. That she would be forced to do as he wanted, she knew she had no choice. While the old man wanted to humiliate and degrade her, if she were to fail to do as he said, she had no doubt that he would take an equal pleasure in reporting what he'd seen. Briefly her mind raced over the possibility of trying to brazen it out, and denying anything he said, laying it to an effort on his part to get even with her for reporting him. No she decided. While even the Principal would believe that the old man would lie, even he wouldn't think he would go that far in falsehood. Besides, under skilled questioning she was afraid that young Eddie would finally crack, and that would be the end. She had no choice. She had to do what he wanted or else she would lose everything.
Closing her eyes and holding her breath she slowly moved her head forward to the unappetizing thing that she was going to have to suck. She almost gagged as the stale thing touched her lips, and she started to withdraw. But by then he had put his hands on her head and forced her forward, again demanding that she suck him off. Unhappily she continued.
The taste of the worn out old cock was definitely unpleasant. Even as much as Jan liked and needed sex, the thought of having it with something like this old man would be nothing less than sickening. She'd use a dildo the rest of her life if that was all that was available to her. But here she was, kneeling in front of him with his withered old cock in her mouth. The fact that she was doing it against her will, and found it revolting, made no difference. She was still doing it. If he had just fucked her it wouldn't have been so bad; but making her suck his dirty old dried up cock! Yuk! Still she had no choice.
Deciding that the best thing to do was get this loathsome task over with as soon as possible, Jan renewed her efforts. She sucked at his dried out old prick for all she was worth, feeling the slimy thing going in and out of her mouth. The taste of it was nothing less than putrid. It seemed that the faster she sucked on it the limper it became, and then she realized that the old man wasn't going to let her quit until she had made him cum. And in her mouth at that. She also knew that it wasn't going to be easy, since he'd long since passed his prime, and probably wouldn't have even thought about sex had he not stumbled into the room and found Eddie fucking her.
Faster and faster she sucked at the prick, holding it firmly by the shaft so that the head of it received the most stimulation. She was aware that it was so limp, that if she didn't hold onto it, it probably would never cum. She heard the old man laughing above her as he watched her working away at his limp organ.
"That's it bitch," he cackled again, "Suck it good. How's it taste? Good as that youngster who was banging away at your twat? Bet it tastes better don't it." He laughed lustily at his own humor, and then remained silent for awhile as he watched her noisily suck him. Taking a firmer grip on the back of her head, he tried unsuccessfully to push her face into him farther, thus forcing more of the soggy prick into her mouth. Jan resisted this move, and afraid that she might vomit at any minute worked as hard as she could to make him cum. If she didn't succeed she knew that there was no hope of stopping him from squealing on her.
Even though it had been a long time for the old man, the expert way in which Jan was working at him, coupled with the excitement that had been generated by the sight of the young woman getting royally fucked as he'd come in finally began to pay off. Little by little he began to feel the first vague twinges of sensation deep within his almost spermless balls. Higher and higher it rose until finally his breath was coming extremely hard. Even Jan was aware of his impending climax, and as much as she wanted to avoid the feel of his cum splashing into her mouth, she knew that it would just have to be something she'd have to endure. Steeling herself, she once again renewed her efforts, taking some solace from the fact that once he shot his cum into her mouth her ordeal would be finished.
Finally the old man gripped her tightly by the head and began frantically working his tired old hips. A deep moan of passion, no doubt the first in many years, escaped from his lips and then she felt the first feeble spurt of his tasteless cum spill onto her tongue. She couldn't help laughing a little inwardly as she thought that the old codger was so worn out he couldn't even shoot his cum into her mouth; only dribble it out. Again she felt the hot juice spill out a little onto her tongue, and wished that she could get her tongue out of the way so that it wouldn't have to catch the acrid fluid. Still another little wad of cum spilled out of the end of his withered cock, and another deep sigh, this one clearly signaling the end of his passion, came forth.-
Releasing his hold on her head the old man sighed and then went limp. His flaccid member still protruded from her mouth, and looking down he enjoyed the sight. When she started to remove it from her mouth, he prevented her, telling her to leave it where it was for awhile. Aware that the limp organ would soon so shrink in size that she'd be unable to keep it in her mouth she obeyed. It didn't take long before her prediction came true, and the old man was forced to step back. When he ordered her to swallow the small amount of cum juice that he'd managed to accumulate, she obeyed but at the same time she looked at him with pure hatred.
Grinning back at her the old man cackled again and said, "What's the matter dovey. Don't you like it. Doesn't my cum taste as good as that young colt you been letting fuck you?" Then sobering, and his voice once more getting hard he said, "Well you better get used to it bitch, 'cause you're going to be doing it plenty more times."
This time it was Jan's turn to smile. Making her dislike for him obvious she said, "That's what you think you old fart. You snitch on me now and you'll have to tell them what we just did too. So you're in it just as deep as me. You'll get fired too, and maybe even go to jail for forcing me to commit an unnatural act." She was very self-satisfied as she finished her speech, and the look of unconcern on his face puzzled her. He didn't seem to be the least bit concerned with what she said.
Sneering at her he finally spoke. "Yea, I might lose my job alright but I don't mind. I was supposed to have retired a long time ago. Only reason I've stayed on was because I'd just get bored just sitting around. But if I do lose my job I can always get another one. Don't need much references to get a job as clean up man. Not like you being a teacher and all. And as far as going to jail, I don't think so. You're more likely to get that than me, corrupting a young boy and all. And who do you think is going to believe that you sucked me off. Why hell bitch, any jury in the world would say you was lying in your teeth."
Again cackling he finished, "Anybody with any sense knows that I'm too old to shoot a load of cum." Amused at what he'd said he again gave the dry laugh that Jan had by now come to hate almost as much as she hated him.
But as his words began to seep into her brain she realized that all that he said was true. It would be almost impossible to convince anyone that the old geezer was capable of cumming.
Hell she'd had to work like crazy in order to get just a small load of cum from him, and even she'd doubted for awhile if she'd succeed. The old bastard still had her where the hair was short. No one would believe her story, but they sure as hell would believe his. She was trapped. She'd have to go on sucking that old dried up prick until the old bastard finally dropped dead one day. The thought sickened her. She had no choice. About the only thing she could do was stay out the semester, then during summer vacation she would have to get another job. After she'd left even this decrepit old son-of-a-bitch would find no profit in telling what he knew. But it was over a month before summer vacation, and the thought of having to get down on her knees in front of him again and again, and take that thing he called a prick into her mouth, and then nurse him along until he finally managed to spill a few drops of dead cum into her mouth was almost more than she could bear. She began to think it would be better to let him tell his story. At least then she would escape this slow torture.
But she knew better. While what she would have to do would be more than just unpleasant, it still was better than the scandal that would erupt if he talked. Then too, there was Eddie. No telling what would happen to the poor kid. And the memory of his telling her that he loved her returned and she felt a warm glow inside. So there it was, no matter how much she disliked it, there was absolutely nothing she could do about the situation until the summer vacation. She would simply have to submit to the horrid demands of this old rancid smelling reprobate until then. Either that or forget about teaching altogether, and probably any other decent job too.
The old man had been standing by silently, apparently aware that she was wrestling with herself. Doubting for a moment that he really had the upper hand he thought he had, it was with relief that he saw her finally sigh a signal of defeat. He'd won he knew, and everything he told her to do she would. Looking at her he grinned his crooked toothless sneer.
"Well bitch," he hissed, "what's it goin' to be? Do you do like I tell you, or do I have a little talk with the big boy?"
"Alright," she surrendered. "I'll do as you say." Then trying to salvage something out of the mess she said, "But I'm not going to do it every day. In the first place you're too damned old. You can't cum every day." Pretending to think, she finished, "I'll do it for you once a week and that's all."
Again he grinned, knowing he'd won. "You'll do it any damned time I tell you too," he spat back at her. "This here's Wednesday. You come down in the basement to the boiler room on Friday after school. I got me a cot fixed up down there and I can lay you out proper." Then turning to go, he stepped and reached out and felt of one of her tits again, giving it a viciously hard squeeze. "Remember," he said threateningly, "Wednesday today, and I want you again on Friday. Be there!" With that he turned on his heel and walked to the door.
After the old man had left the rancid smell of his stale body still clung to Jan and permeated her nostrils. Feeling the nausea again creeping upon her, she was no longer able to contain it. Racing into the bathroom, she gave vent to the inner sickness that was now full blown.
The next day Jan was irritable and nervous. When Eddie had approached her and asked what had happened she'd almost taken his head off. Later, after the stricken boy had walked off, she began thinking of the sad look in his doe like eyes. After all, she reasoned, it wasn't the boy's fault. He only wanted for her to be happy. If she'd have let him, he probably would have knocked the old fart on his can. But of course that was out of the question. No matter how much she disliked the idea of what the blackmailing custodian wanted her to do, she still had to face reality. There was simply nothing she could do. Besides, she still had Eddie. Maybe things would work out alright after all.
Finding him in the hallway later, she apologized for her snappy attitude earlier, and she asked him to meet her at the apartment later. He happily agreed, and walked away from her whistling; something that was definitely against the rules. She couldn't help smiling after the boy as she thought of how much he had changed from that shy little guy who'd been cleaning her blackboard only a little over a month ago.
That evening Eddie had been in exceptional form. As soon as Jan had entered the apartment she'd heard the sound of the shower running. Going into the bedroom, she found Eddie sprawled on the bed, stark naked and smiling at her. Urging her to let him do it, he soon had her in a like condition, and then reminding her of how much she liked a nice hot shower after a hard day, and especially to have him wash her all over, he gaily led her to the bathroom.
He had soaped her down all over, very slowly and gently, beginning once more to bring forth the fires of desire within her. As she lay against the cool tile letting the warm water wash away her cares, he expertly knelt in front of her and began massaging her aching cunt muscles with his now expert tongue. As the tip of it played teasingly around the lips of her pussy, she moaned in appreciation. Probing deeper, he succeeded in getting her to spread her legs still further.
In a playful mood, the lad took the bar of soap, and rubbing her thoroughly on the outside, suddenly shoved the large cleansing aid deep inside of her. Feeling the strangely shaped object penetrate deeply into her, Jan had opened her eyes, and upon realizing what he'd done smiled down at him. Then pretending to scold him, she reminded him that only his tongue, or his fingers, or better still, his now rampant young prick belonged in there. Certainly not a bar of soap. Laughing, he had deliberately taken a long time in retrieving the offending oblong, in the process raising Jan's heat to almost fever pitch.
Pulling him up from his kneeling position, she hungrily planted a passionate kiss on his lips, simultaneously probing deep in his hot young mouth with her tongue. Eddie responded with equal heat, grinding his groin against her, his stiff prick sliding between her legs. Breathing hard he said, "Miss Parker, let's go on the bed."
"No Eddie," she demurred. "Let's do it here. Here in the shower. That's something we've never done before Eddie. It feels good doing it in the shower with the water trickling down your back. Here I'll show you."
With that Jan braced one leg on the edge of the stall, and then taking hold of his throbbing prick guided him into place. As the instrument began sinking into her she tried desperately to spread her legs still more. Eddie, being unaccustomed to the strange position, but enjoying it immensely, tried his best to co-operate. Bending his knees, so that his prick was more evenly in line with her cunt, he thrust his hips forward time and again, finally succeeding in getting full penetration. As usual, he thought, Miss Parker had been right. There was something seductive and sexy about the feel of the water pouring down on you as you fucked. Once he'd gotten the rhythm, his cock began to slide in and out of the moist pussy with ever increasing ease, each entrance bringing forth deeper and deeper sighs of satisfaction from Jan. Oh how he loved her. How he loved the feeling of her cunt on his cock. He would love to fuck her for always. He knew that he would probably die if she ever made him stop coming here.
Then, unable to stop his rampaging thoughts, he thought about the previous afternoon in the school, and the incident with that old Mr. Parsons, the bastard. He'd been truly afraid of leaving his Miss Parker there alone with the old fart. There had been stories around that the dirty old man had tried a few funny things on occasion with some of the girls at school. Things like trying to feel of them, and trying to get them to feel of him. Some of the girls had even been lured down into the basement boiler room, and more than one had threatened to tell on him. But he'd always given them a little money and since he'd actually never really done anything all the girls had finally agreed not to report him. He must remember to tell Miss Parker about it before he left tonight. It just might be important.
But the thing that bothered him the most was what had happened after he'd left the night before. What had been said? What had been done? When he'd tried to question her about it earlier she had nearly bitten his head off and he was afraid to bring up the subject again. But later, when she was in a good mood like she always was after he'd given her a fucking, and they were laying together in the bed, he'd broach the subject again. Maybe if he did it casually and made her understand how important she was to him, she'd tell him about it. But that would come later. Right now all he could think of was that he was getting ready to cum. He could feel the heat rising swiftly within him, and he could already hear the now familiar sounds that signaled that Miss Parker was already experiencing it.
Feeling the first surge of fluid begin its speedy trip through his prick, he plunged into her viciously, at the same time tightening his grip on her wonderful hips. He exclaimed aloud his impending disaster and was answered by her covering his open mouth with her own, pulling him to her frantically, exploring the insides of his mouth with lightning speed with her tongue. He responded with equal vigor, and felt his cum spurt out of him again and again, until finally he knew that there would be no more for right now.
Standing there in the shower, with the water still running off them, they stood quite still for a long time; letting their breathing return to near normal, and the trembling of Eddie's knees to lessen. Then, a deep sigh of total satisfaction escaping from her, she finally released her tight hold on the boy, and let him step back.
"Well Eddie," she grinned. "How did you like fucking in the shower?"
"Great Miss Parker," Eddie replied, his affection and admiration of the woman openly apparent. "In fact I like everything I do with you." Then burying his head in her shoulder he again told her that he loved her, holding her close to him. Backing away from her and looking her straight in the eye he then pledged that he would always love her, and that he would protect her from that mean old Mr. Parsons. Realizing from the frown that suddenly crossed her face that he had again touched on a sore point, Eddie held his head down and said he was sorry for bringing it up again.
Deeply touched by the boys' affection and loyalty, and seeing how miserable he was in what he thought was her rejection of his offer to defend her, Jan couldn't help but feel a flutter within herself. This young boy had been taught to be a man by her, and a man he surely was by any standards of sexual prowess by now. He could out fuck almost any son-of-a-bitch in town by now, and although he was too young to appreciate the total significance of that fact, she knew that someday in the future he would think back on her with deep feelings. But that wasn't doing the poor boy any good right now. Reaching out to him, she again pulled him to her and held him for a long time. Then pushing him away, she looked into his face with the same deep concern that she had on the very first day they'd fucked together in the teachers' lounge, and he'd started on the road to manhood.
"Eddie," she said sternly. "Eddie remember when we first started together and I made you promise that you'd never, never tell anyone about us?" When he nodded she continued. "Well now I've got to ask another promise of you. A promise even more important than the one before. It's about what happened yesterday at the school. You've got to forget all about that Eddie. I don't want you to ever say anything about it or think about it again. Do you understand?"
Eddie looked at her, then betraying his hurt feelings, hung his head dejectedly and nodded. He started to say something, then thinking better of it merely stood there with his head down. Lifting his head by the chin with her hand, she turned him to face her.
"Eddie I know it's hard for you to understand. But just trust me and believe that I know what I'm doing. Someday, when you're older and wiser, you'll look back on this and understand what I had to do and why. But for right now you're too young to understand. So I want you to promise me faithfully that you'll never mention this to anyone again, not even between you and I, and more important that you'll definitely never say anything about it to Mr. Parsons. I have made an agreement with him and he won't say anything about what he saw. Just trust me Eddie. You do trust me don't you?"
Eddie couldn't help thinking what a dumb question that was. Of course he trusted her; with all his heart and soul. Wasn't she the one who'd introduced him to the wonders of fucking. Wasn't she the one who'd let him make love to her, and taught him how wonderful it could be with a woman. Didn't everything she said always work out just the way she said it would? Yes, he trusted her. But he still couldn't help feeling that something about the other afternoon wasn't right. He didn't know what it was but, there was something she was hiding from him.
Again Jan pressed him for an answer, and a promise that he would say nothing about what had happened at the school. Finally, but with a definite lack of enthusiasm, Eddie gave her his word that nothing would ever again be said about the incident. Kissing him lightly on the lips, Jan reached behind him, and shutting off the water, gaily suggested that they dry each other off, then lay down and take a nap before they fucked again. The prospect of lying beside her, and then getting to fuck her again, seemed to revive Eddie. Later, as they lay in each others arms, Jan couldn't help thinking how shocked the young lover would be if he knew the truth of what had happened. But the memory of that tended to upset her so she quickly put it out of her mind.
Later, when Eddie left, he asked if he could come again the next evening. Pretending to think a while, Jan then told him that she'd promised to attend a faculty meeting at the school, and that she might not be home until late. Perhaps, she suggested, it would be better if they waited until Saturday, since then they would have the whole day together. Not entirely satisfied by her answer, but buoyed by the thought of getting to spend the entire day with her on Saturday, Eddie finally took his leave, promising to see her at school the next day.
After Eddie had left, Jan quickly went about her chores of straightening the apartment, taking off her meager makeup, and preparing for bed. After turning off the light, she lay there in the darkness a long time before finally going to sleep. She dreamt that night of the dirty old man, and his scraggly prick being forced down her throat. At some time she'd awakened in a sweat, and then realizing it was only a dream finally managed to go back to sleep. But the rest of the night passed restlessly, and when she awoke the next morning, Jan felt as if she'd had no rest at all.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next day at school, Jan, her lack of rest the previous evening apparent on her worn face, tried desperately to think of some way to avoid the meeting with old Mr. Parsons in the basement that evening. But try as she might there was nothing she could think of that would also satisfy the old man and keep him from going to the principal with his story. She was destined to keep the appointment, no matter how distasteful it was.
Later that same afternoon, while she had been teaching a class, she'd happened to look up and see the old man, stooped over and snuffling as usual, looking at her thru the open door. There was the same evil grin on his face, and Jan could feel the flush of blood coming to her own cheeks. She could well imagine what the old bastard was fantasizing and realizing for the first time that she'd worn one of her more sexy outfits, cursed herself for a fool. Why hadn't she thought to wear something drab and unattractive. The old fool most likely would think that she'd planned to wear this, and in his decrepit mind might even believe that she actually enjoyed what he forced her to do.
Finally, after Jan had looked through the door three times, he was no longer there. Fighting to regain her composure that had been badly shattered by the appearance of the hated figure, Jan somehow managed to finish out the day. At day's end Eddie had dropped by, to check and see if perhaps there might have been a change in her plans for that evening, and after being assured that there was none, had blown her a kiss. Promising to call her early the next day, he'd left the room, and gone home. Jan had killed perhaps an hour making a half-hearted effort at grading some of the many papers that lay on her desk, glancing frequently at her watch. She could hardly delay any longer she realized. The old man was probably getting impatient. The staff and students always cleared out of the building as fast as possible on Fridays, and she hadn't heard a sound in the hallway for over thirty minutes. There was no use trying to postpone the gruesome event any longer. She'd just have to face it.
Rising, and straightening her desk slowly, Jan finally turned towards the door. She walk-last mile, which indeed she almost felt like, ed down the staircase as one might on their As she neared the door that led into the basement, she took a deep breath. Giving herself an inner pep talk, and telling herself that what had to be, had to be, she reached for the doorknob, pulled and stepped through.
There was a rush of hot stale air to meet her as the door opened, and wanting desperately to turn and run, it took all the will power she could muster to walk down the dimly lit steps. Once she reached the bottom, she took a few timid steps forward, her heels resounding on the cement floor. Looking about she could see nothing, and the only sound in the room was the pump, pump, pump, of the boilers, and other machinery that was housed there. When she heard the dry crackle of the old man's voice it made her jump. She still couldn't see him, and when he spoke again she turned toward the sound.
"Well I see you came," he stated matter-of-factly. "Guess you knew there weren't nothing else to do, eh?" He laughed his dry evil laugh. "Saw you upstairs earlier. See you dressed yourself up real purty for me. Like that there blouse you got on. Nice and low cut. Can see them nice tits of yours real plain. Gettin' kinda' hot for some of my meat again was you?" Again the dry vulgar laugh.
"Look I came because I didn't want to hurt the boy. Now let's get this over with, and let me get out of here. Or maybe you think I won't turn around and leave here and let you tell your damned story to anyone you want to, and just take my chances on them not believing you. It wouldn't be too hard for me to convince people that you're nothing but a lying old reprobate, who was trying to get even with me, you know. So let's get it over with, or you can go fuck yourself."
The old man again laughed, and enjoying watching her squirm just looked at her, his eyes gleaming in the semi-darkness. Then moving towards her he finally stopped when he was within reaching distance. Cocking his head sideways, he said, "Still kinda' high and mighty ain't you? Guess maybe you still got a few pegs to be knocked down yet bitch. But don't worry," he grinned again. "I think I know just the medicine for you. Been thinking about it all evening."
"Without being too personal," Jan said savagely, "just what might it be that you have in mind, you old degenerate?" This only brought forth more laughter from the old man, and then he reached out his hand and cupped one of her tits, squeezing it hard.
The touch of the old man made Jan start, and feeling him squeezing her tit made her want to retch. But forcing her self-control almost beyond limits, she stood still and let him work his will on her. Tiring of one tit, the old man switched his affections to the other one, toying with it in the same manner. Then reaching down into her indeed low cut blouse, he forced his scrawny hand down between her bra and the bare tit. Finding her nipple, he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. In order to accomplish this however, he'd had to move closer to her, and the familiar stale odor of him came to her nostrils.
Removing his hand, the old man motioned for her to follow him, and she couldn't help noting the excited gleam in his eye. What ever it was that he had planned, Jan had no doubt but what she'd find it extremely distasteful. As they rounded the big main boiler, Jan noted a little room off to one side. A single light bulb hung from the ceiling and lit the dim room in its glow. The old man walked directly to the room and after she'd followed him in, closed the wire covered door.
As soon as the door had banged shut he'd turned to her and immediately commanded her to strip. Docilely Jan moved slowly to obey. As the garments disappeared one by one, the gleam in the old man's eyes increased.
When Jan stood completely nude before him, she could clearly hear the wheezing sound of his breathing, and it sickened her. But when he continued to just stand and look at her, she for a moment became hopeful that he might decide not to go through with what ever it was that his fevered mind had dreamed up. But those hopes were soon shattered.
Reminding her that she'd said he was too old, and that his prick couldn't get hard enough, the old man informed her that he wanted a show. At first Jan didn't understand what he'd meant, but when he produced a two foot long sawed off broom handle she quickly got the picture. He instructed her to lay down on the grimy cot, and to spread her legs. She again meekly obeyed, however this time eyeing the wooden club with .a degree of apprehension.
Once Jan had positioned herself, the old man advanced on her, the rounded end of the broom handle jutting out before him. Aiming it at her cunt, he instructed her to take hold of it. She did as he bid and held the thing away from her. Stepping back a few steps, the old man reached behind him and pulled up a chair and, seating himself, once more looked at her.
"Now Miss High and Mighty, just in case you school marm's ain't too bright, and you ain't figgered out what that thing's for I'll just tell you. Been thinking about you being humped real good by that there young colt all day. Couldn't help noticing how much you was likin' it. And since my poor old cock ain't fit to suit you, I decided that I'd make that there substitute for you. Get the picture yet bitch? You're goin' fuck yourself right proper with it. And I'm going to watch." The last was said with an unmistakable air of superior self-satisfaction. He could think of nothing else that would turn him on more, and humiliate her more at the same time, than being forced to fuck herself with a sawed off broom handle. The look that he saw in her eyes, like a frightened animal looking for someplace to hide, clearly told him that he'd been right.
Jan looked at the broom handle, the disgust apparent on her face. True, she'd used a dildo before, but at least it was shaped like a prick, and with just a little imagination, she could almost imagine that it was one. But this thing was dirty, rough, and uneven. There was even the distinct possibility that she just might get a splinter or two from it, and that could even be dangerous. After all, in such a delicate place a splinter could easily become infected and lead to real trouble. But the look in the old man's eyes was one of defiance, and without even trying, she gave up the idea of talking him out of it. He was determined to see her go through with it.
Equally determined to get the whole thing over with as soon as she could, and finding a small amount of solace in the fact that she wasn't again being forced to suck his stale meat, Jan gingerly lowered the ugly instrument into herself. The first contact was repulsive, and she had to close her eyes, and force her hand to shove the offensive thing still deeper into herself. Finding that it hurt, she was forced to embarrassingly spread her legs still further apart, thus giving him still a better view of her. She heard his appreciative cackle.
Gradually the wooden dildo sank into her tender folds, and as uncomfortable as it was she still couldn't help the slight feeling of heat that kept flashing on and off briefly. Becoming aware that once she actually had to begin fucking herself with it, she would in all probability lose control of herself and begin openly showing enjoyment she cursed herself severely for her own weakness. The thought of laying there with this terrible instrument stuck in her, and being forced by her own desires to display enjoyment in front of this horrible old man was more reprehensible than the thought of having to again suck his awful prick. But as the substitute dildo sank still deeper within her she felt the unmistakable pangs of heat and desire rising within her, and this time when she opened her legs still wider to receive it, it was from a feeling of need, rather than avoiding pain.
The old man was aware that the beautiful naked woman laying on his dirty cot, seemed to be letting the false prick sink deeper into her than he had personally expected her to do. As he watched her closely, he too could feel the faint stirring within his ancient prick as he began to see that in spite of herself this bitch was beginning to enjoy herself. Damn me to hell, he thought, but this bitch is a real hot number. Why she can't stand having nothing rammed up that hot little pussy of hers without getting all hot and bothered. Well, just let her enjoy herself, he reflected, because he had a ring side seat for the whole thing.
Once the handle reached the absolute depth of Jan's cunt she let it rest there for a moment. Then, unable to control the urge within her she withdrew it slightly and then reinserted it again. Time and again she repeated the performance, each thrust raising still higher her level of lust. Although it wasn't necessary for the old man to prod her along at all, since she was doing it without any instructions from him, he still felt called upon to tell her to really fuck herself with the broom handle, cackling again as he said it.
Grimacing at being reminded that the old codger was in the room and watching everything she was doing, Jan was still rapidly ramming the wooden cock into herself, her speed steadily increasing with each stroke. Although she truthfully was doing her dead level best to control herself, Jan could feel the moisture beginning to form on the inner walls of her pussy, the first sure sign of her impending release. Her breath coming hard now, she became aware that even the old man could hear her when he commented on how much she seemed to be enjoying it. Hating him more and more for being witness to her debauchery, she still found it impossible to control her ever increasing need. Faster and faster the broom handle plunged into her, the moans coming from her becoming louder and louder.
Even through the haze of her passion, she could hear the labored wheezing of the old man, then feeling the first waves begin to wash over her she forgot everything else in the room except that which was going on inside of her. As her first spurt of cum cascaded out of her she shoved violently upward, at the same time bringing the broom handle crashing painfully down into herself. The pain that shot through her still wasn't sufficient to cause her to cease what she was doing, and she only withdrew the terrible weapon slightly and again plunged it savagely into her cunt. Doing this several more times, she finally succeeded in easing the terrible need within her, and she slowly began easing up on the hardness with which she plunged it into her. At last, when the last wave passed through her, she lay still, a few tears appearing at the corners of her eyes. They were tears of shame. Shame at having been forced to reveal to this vulgar creature the terrible desires that boiled just below the surface of her outward decorum.
Almost in a daze, she heard the old man give a low, half-whistle. "Man that was something. You're just about the hottest little piece I ever did see. Jeesus! No wonder you was letting that young colt bust your ass wide open like that. You need cock the way a dog needs meat. Jeesuss!" he repeated, then lapsed into silence.
Jan continued to just lay there, unable to move for awhile, then becoming aware of a vague ache within her cunt. Realizing that she'd probably rammed the broom stick into her too hard, she gently began removing the offending object, and once it was clear, let it drop noisily to the floor. Closing her legs, she turned her face toward the wall, closed her eyes and tried to forget the laughing hyena sitting in the chair.
She didn't know how long she'd been laying there before she became aware of the sounds of other heavy breathing; breathing besides her own and the wheezing of the old man. Turning slowly, she searched out the dark corners of the room, trying to see who might be there, at the same time being afraid of who she might find. After looking around twice, she still could see no one, and wondered if perhaps she hadn't imagined the whole thing. Then before she could make another search, she heard the scraping of the chair and looked up to see the old man stand, and move toward her. Once he stood right in front of her, he looked down, and giving her another toothless grin said, "Now girly, guess what we're gonna' do next?" He laughed again.
Looking up at him with a pained expression, she clearly knew what he had in mind. How could she deny him now that he'd seen what she was really like. Still, the thought of having to put that limp piece of meat in her mouth again, and feel the timid dribble of his rancid cum drop onto her tongue was almost more than she could stand. Hearing his zipper sliding, she glanced up and saw that he'd taken the limp member out himself and it hung semi-hard from the opening in his dirty pants. Looking at her with hard eyes, the old man commanded, "Suck it!"
Her face contorted, but knowing that she was utterly helpless to resist, Jan turned toward him and raised herself slightly so as to be in line with the distasteful thing. She looked at it briefly, then the memories of the abominable thing crept into her brain and she closed her eyes. Reaching out, her groping hand finally touched it and she felt it give a faint throb. Almost gagging, she opened her mouth and, by feel, guided the hateful thing in. Again she felt the same repulsion as before when the shaft touched her lips, and she was forced to hold perfectly still lest the wave of nausea overcome her. Finally bringing her inner feelings under control, she testily managed to bring her tongue onto the head of it, hearing the old man give a low moan as she did so.
"That's it bitch," he mumbled, "put your tongue on it. Put it on it real good, and lick it. Suck ol' Parson's cock real good bitch and just maybe he won't make you come down here no more."
The brief thought that just maybe the old man was telling the truth about letting her go if she satisfied him good, helped Jan increase the speed with which she sucked his cock. Holding onto the shaft as before, and making sure that the limber head received most of the stimulation, she increased the motion of her head; bringing the cock into and out of her mouth regularly. When she felt him put his hands on her head she knew that the time was near, and still with the thought of his maybe keeping his word about not forcing her to come down here any more, she redoubled her efforts.
By now the old man was groaning loudly, beginning to circularly grind his hips into Jan's face, trying to force still more of the limber meat into her open mouth. Resisting his efforts successfully, Jan sucked as hard and fast as she could on just the head of his prick. Her efforts finally paid off.
Once again she felt the first stale drops of impotent fluid fall onto her tongue, followed this time by more vigorous spurts of the distasteful juice. She couldn't help thinking to herself that the show she'd put on for the old man had indeed helped stimulate him, and that if she were to keep up her affair with him, the time might even come when the old son-of-a-bitch might successfully fuck her. The thought of that limp prick trying to pierce her, however, just couldn't become reality to her, even in a nightmare. Finally she felt the old man go limp, and sighing deeply, relax.
"Yes siree, bitch." he breathed. "You sure enough gave ol' Parson's cock a good sucking. Sucked all the juice right out of it you did." Then grinning at her again evilly, "You about the best cocksucker I ever did know. Next time," he paused now for effect, his eyes gleaming again, "I'll let you suck it twice."
Realizing that the old man had had no intention of ever letting her slip out of his grasp, and that coupled with the use of the derogatory term of 'cocksucker' used about her, left Jan in a fit of impotent anger. She was about to give vent to it when it happened.
"Parson's you old son-of-a-bitch," the voice boomed. "Maybe you got more shit in your ass than I been giving you credit for after all."
Parson's head jerked around sharply, and at the same time Jan could only stare wide eyed. Standing in the open doorway was the other custodian, known only as Charlie. His large cock was already protruding from his open fly, standing rock hard and ready. His eyes were looking at Jan's naked form with open lust. Even in the moment of peril, Jan couldn't help thinking she'd been right when she'd thought she'd heard other breathing just before the old man had forced her to suck him off.
Advancing on her menacingly, Charlie disregarded the old man entirely. Reaching down and grabbing his ready rod by the shaft he waved it at her. "Well baby," he said in a voice thick with passion. "This is what you're going to get next. Only I'm going to fuck you with it. I'm sure you'll like it a hell of a sight better than old limber prick here." Then looking in the direction of 'old limber prick' he said, "Man I don't know how you done it Parsons but you done got the juiciest piece of pussy in this whole school down here. And when I saw her fucking herself with that old broom handle, I damn near shot my wad right then. How in the hell did you ever get her to suck an old worn out prick like yours? Hell, never mind. I'm just glad she's here, 'cause I sure as hell need to get this thing fixed." With that he again waved the huge cock around and again advanced toward Jan.
It was with absolute disgust, at herself for being totally unable to restrain her now unbridled lust, that she watched the other man come toward her. Her gaze riveted upon his awesome prick, and she well believed that she was going to like it much better. It was a good eleven inches long, and twice as big around as the broom handle had been. Just thinking about what a big piece of prick like that would do to her again her burning pussy made her wet herself. She tried to tell herself it was only because she had no other choice that she would submit to his rape, but the burning within her gave lie to her thought. She would rape him if he didn't use that thing on her now, and she knew it.
Parsons made a feeble attempt to step between the man and his private property. After all, he was the one who'd forced her to come down here wasn't he? She belonged to him, and no Johnny-come-lately had no damn rights trying to fuck up his private piece of ass. Besides, this big dicked son-of-a-bitch would probably ruin her cunt for good.
But Charlie easily brushed the little man aside, and kept right on coming. By now Jan, unable to control herself, had already opened her legs, and he eagerly mounted her. The first contact of his cock on her forced a cry from her lips, and she clung to him. Sensing the need within this hot piece, Charlie lunged his hips forward powerfully, forcing more than half the huge organ into her. This brought forth still another cry from Jan, this time one of pleasure and pain mixed, almost drowning out the heaving sound of her breath.
Again Charlie shoved viciously forward, and again his tool responded by burying itself still deeper in Jan willing and hot cunt. She couldn't help telling him to give it all to her, and thoroughly ashamed of herself, knew that that was only a beginning of what she would say before this powerfully built stud was finished working her burning pussy over with his monstrous prick.
"Like it, don't you baby," he said between thrusts. "Like the feel of some real cock in you don't you? Well don't you worry none doll, 'cause Charlie's gonna' give you plenty of raw meat. Just you lie back there and open up wide so's Charlie can get into you real deep."
The sound of his voice, together with what he was saying drove Jan still further up the hill of passion. Doing as she was asked, she opened her already widely spread legs as far as the muscles would possibly permit. Then wrapping her legs around his ample midsection, she shoved up hard to meet each down thrust he made. Again and again she felt him bury his cock deeper and deeper into her until she finally felt the pain begin. So lost in the depths of desire was she however that she was powerless to stop him. Time after time he pounded ferociously into her wet pussy, bringing forth still more groans and cries.
Grasping her tightly around the shoulders, he began slamming away at her arduously, and Jan knew he would soon send his hot cum spurting into her. That was alright with her since she could feel her own cum again rising in her. As she spurt forth her love fluids, she raked viciously at his shirt covered back, begging him throatedly to fuck her still harder.
With every ounce of strength he had in him, he did his best to comply. Ramming his manness into her now with a vengeance, he was literally lifting her little ass completely off the cot with each stab he made into her. Her only answer was to tighten her legs about him still more, almost screaming into his ear now for him to do it still harder. His breath searing his lungs now with each gulping mouthful, Charlie finally felt his own sperm begin spurting forth, with a lightning like flash that temporarily blinded him for an instant. Again and again the hot juice spurted forth from his tool, and with each hot jet he could feel Jan lurch up to catch it; afraid that she might miss some.
When at last they both lay still, Jan couldn't help the wracking sobs that shook her body. How utterly depraved could she get. Not only did she submit meekly when that dirty old man first forced her to fuck herself with a sawed off broom handle, then to suck his rancid cock, but she even had to be an accomplice to her own rape by another equally depraved creature.
Misunderstanding her tears and crying for pain, Charlie raised himself from her and tried to wipe away a few of the tears, and when this only caused the girl under him to increase her wails he became frightened. Getting quickly to his feet, his now flaccid prick dangling uselessly from his still open fly, the man glanced around helplessly, first at the crying girl then at Parsons now standing by the door, also looking on helplessly.
"What in the hell's the matter with you?" Charlie asked, genuinely concerned lest he'd accidentally injured the girl. There sure as hell would be hell to pay if that was the case. When he received no answer he again repeated the question, this time touching her shoulder.
"Leave me alone you bastard," she screamed at him, then turned on her stomach and began sobbing in earnest.
Both men stood helplessly by as the crying continued. Then finally the sobbing getting on his nerves more than the fear that he might have done something to her, Charlie angrily shook her.
"Now shut up all the goddamned bawling bitch, before I put a size twelve boot up your ass. Ain't no call for you to call me no bastard and carry on like that. Now hush up or I'll smack you one."
The anger in his voice had a sobering effect on Jan, and a few jerking sobs later she managed to dry her eyes, and then looked at both men. The look of disgust and hatred she threw their way couldn't be missed, and both squirmed slightly under it. But finally old man Parsons regained his composure, which had been badly shaken when Charlie had unexpectedly entered the picture. Walking over to the girl, he looked down at her. Then the evil grin returned to his face and the gleam to his eye.
"Well, well, Charlie. Now ain't that something. Little hot pants here is giving us hell for cooling off her little box for her. Now you saw the way she used that there broom handle on herself didn't you. Did it look to you like I was forcing her?" Charlie, becoming aware that something, although he didn't know exactly what, was happening decided that the best course of action would be to go along with the old man, obediently nodded his head and said, "No siree. Sure didn't look like she needed no forcing. Neither when she was sucking away on your cock like it was the last one in the whole world. No siree old man. That gal is just plain hot boxed and there ain't no other explanation for it. And here she went and called us bastards. Why she ain't nothing but a common whore herself." Then thinking a moment, he laughed out loud and went on, "Except we ain't paid her nothing yet. Maybe that's why she's so damned mad." Both men laughed.
Charlie fumbled in his pocket for a moment, and finally finding what he was looking for again approached the reclining figure. Tossing what was in his hand at her it landed beside her. Looking down Jan saw that it was a quarter. Again the revulsion ran rampant within her.
"There you are whore," Charlie said sarcastically. "Now you got no call to be mad at ol' Parsons and me. You done got your pay."
Seeing what Charlie had done only made Parsons laugh harder, and following his example, he too fumbled in his pocket, produced the desired coin and tossed it beside Jan. She looked at both men furiously. Picking up both coins, she flung them at them with all her feminine strength, and one succeeded in reaching its goal, only to bounce harmlessly off Charlie's pant leg. Both men laughing, Charlie noted his limber cock still protruding from his fly, and making the remark that it would have indeed been a shame if she'd have hit it with one of the coins, very deliberately put it away.
Sitting up on the bed, Jan reached for her clothing. The old man walked over and jerked the thin lace panties from her hand, saying as he did so, "Not so damned fast Miss Prissy. I'll damned well tell you when you can leave. Or have you forgotten our little arrangement. You keep me happy and I'll keep my mouth shut. Or maybe you want to cancel out now. Is that it? Well if that's so just you go ahead and get dressed. Who knows, maybe you can make it out of town over the weekend before they find out about you and that boy." The vicious-ness of his tone froze Jan in her tracks, and she looked up at him, the fright returning to her eyes.
Looking into his face she realized that he'd meant every word he'd said. Even after all she'd been through, if she didn't continue to do as he said, the old bastard would tell on her. It made her sick to think of all the demeaning and degrading things she'd been forced to do for him. And all of it to no avail. She was convinced now that no matter what she did he would eventually tell his story. He was just that mean and nasty. It was then that the plan first began to formulate in her mind. The plan that she hoped would lead her out of this horror she'd gotten herself trapped in.
Leaning back, fully expecting to be subjected to still more indignities, Jan waited for what would come next. The only thing the old man did was to snicker, then turning to Charlie, who had stood by watching in awe as the wizened old fart had forced the girl to stop her attempts to leave, the old man said, "See Charile. Ain't she well trained? Just what I always wanted for myself. A real hot piece that was real trained." Laughing at his own joke, the old man doubled over in a fit of coughing.
"What's the gimmick," asked Charlie, puzzled. "How come this nice ass gonna' do whatever you tell her. You catch her doing something? Come on old man, out with it." He said the last as he approached the old man who by now had partially recovered from his fits of coughing.
Holding up his hands, as if warding off a blow, the old man succeeded in stopping Charlie from advancing further. Then grinning from ear to ear he told him the story about what he'd witnessed in the teachers' lounge. During the telling, Charlie had glanced repeatedly in Jan's direction, who hearing the sordid tale repeated could not look at either of them. She couldn't help thinking to herself that the noose was getting tighter. First it had been just the old man. Now it was Charlie. Who, she wondered, would be next. At the rate it was going, she'd wind up the unpaid whore of the whole maintenance crew. Another piece of her formulating plan fell into place.
When Parsons had finished with his dirty tale, Charlie had given a low whistle, then looking again in Jan's direction said, "Now I understand why this bitch damned near tore my cock off. If there's anything she likes better than cock, it's more cock.
Screwing up her courage, Jan finally said, "Alright. Now you've had your fun. May I go now. After all you've both shot your scummy cum into me so there can't be anything else you want me to do. So why not let me get dressed and go home?" She ended almost on a pleading note, looking first at Parsons, then Charlie.
Looking at her as if having a great deal of trouble making his decision, Parsons finally turned to Charlie and said, "You know, she's right Charlie. We done both of us got our cookies off in this bitch. Might as well let her go for now." Then with a malicious chuckle added, "so's she can get rested up for the next time."
But Charlie was leering at Jan now, and the look in his eye clearly told Jan that he at least wasn't through with her. She didn't think he could have gotten another hard-on by now; not that fast. What in the world could he want of her. He let her know.
"You say both of us has shot our scummy cum in you. Tell me bitch, where did we shoot our cum? Tell me exactly where bitch. Start with Parsons here. Where did he shoot his cum in you?"
Looking at him in disbelief, Jan realized that she couldn't have possibly imagined the depths of degradations these two sub-humans were capable of carrying her. Not only had she been subjected to the most scornful of humiliations, now the bastard wanted her to recount them to him verbally, thus adding to her shame. Almost choking on the words, and verbally forcing them out of her so that she might be able to leave that much quicker she began.
"He...he did it in my mouth," she mumbled.
"That ain't good enough bitch," Charlie said menacingly. "I want you to tell me exactly what he did and exactly what you did. Then when you finished with him you can start on me. Now tell us." He took a threatening step forward, and not being too sure that these animals might not strike her Jan again attempted a description of what she'd been through in the last two hours.
"He made me lie down and open my legs," she murmured.
"Louder," said Parsons, now beginning to enjoy the game.
"He made me lie down and open my legs," she repeated again, this time slightly louder. She paused a moment and then seeing that apparently they were satisfied with her tone, went on. "Then he made me stick a broom handle up myself. Then . . . "
"He made you stick it up where in yourself," asked Charlie.
Taking courage, and not daring to look at the two, Jan went back over it again. "He made me stick a broom handle up...up my . . .up my own cunt." Once she managed to get that much out she hurried on to be through with the rest of it and be done with it. "Then he made me fuck myself in the cunt with the broom handle until I shot my cum. Then he made me put his prick in my mouth and suck it until he came. Then he made me swallow his cum, and suck it all out of him." She heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down, and involuntarily she looked at Charlie. She saw in horror that he'd undone himself again and was pulling his cock out. She watched as it rapidly again began taking on shape, aware that her own words were causing it, and that she would then have to return it to a limp state. Knowing there was nothing she could do about it she went on.
"Then you came in. Your cock was already out and it was hard. You made me spread my legs open again and you rammed it into me. Then you fucked me until I had to cum and then you shot your cum into my cunt." When she finished she couldn't help watching out of the side of her eyes as Charlie slowly began walking towards her. She dreaded any further forced contact, yet the sound of her description of what had been done to her had caused her own pussy to moisten slightly.
Finally Charlie was standing right in front of her, the awesome tool now fully hard, and pointing directly at Jan's face. Then he said, "Go on bitch. Tell us how many times you shot your cum. Tell us if you liked it or not. Tell us bitch." He moved still closer, the head of his prick no more than an inch away from Jan's mouth.
She realized now what he had in mind, and knew that as soon as she opened her mouth to continue her description he was going to shove his prick into her mouth and force her to suck him off. Knowing there was nothing she could do to prevent him from it she closed her eyes and started to talk again.
"I shot my cum four ti . . . 'glub-glub'. " Just as she'd expected, Charlie had rammed his ramrod hard cock into her open mouth, forcing it so far down her throat she'd gagged. Opening her eyes, seeing no further need to keep them closed now that the deed had been done, she saw that he had buried a good half of it into her mouth, and if she had any doubts about it, the fullness within her mouth convinced her. Frantically she pulled her head back, trying to get the giant head out of her throat, succeeding only in moving it slightly. Immediately Charlie put his hands on the back of her head, and pushing his hips forward at the same time, pulled her face into him. Still more of the huge meat sank into her throat, causing it to ache.
Afraid that he might actually try to cram the entire thing down her throat, Jan began to frantically push at him. Charlie was much stronger than she however, and her efforts were unsuccessful. Another viciously cruel thrust forward sent still more of his huge prick into her throat, and she heard Charlie laugh. Being unable to get her breath Jan increased her efforts ten fold. Suddenly she heard Charlie ask her if she were willing to suck him off; willingly. Seeing that that was the only way to get him to withdraw the terrible tool, she awkwardly nodded her head, causing his tool to sway as she moved.
With deep relief she felt him begin to back off, until finally the first gulp of welcome air was able to reach her lungs. Gasping, and being forced to breath through her nose, since her mouth was still totally full, she looked into his face pleadingly. The look he gave her in return showed her that he had no intentions of removing his joy stick from the warmth he'd found, and instead expected her to immediately begin sucking him off. Knowing that the only way to get the thing out of her mouth would be by making him cum, she got started on her unwelcome task. Actually, thanks to the size of the prick in her mouth, Jan would have probably enjoyed sucking him off were it not for the fact that the old man was watching her with keen interest plus she was being forced to do it against her will.
As the huge prick slipped in and out of her mouth, the familiar salty taste permeated every nook, cranny, and corner of her mouth. Faster and faster now Charlie thrust his hips forward, still holding onto the back of the girl's head. He would let the back of the head come right to the girl's lips, then plunge forward again, scraping over her tongue as he did so. It didn't take long before this tantalizing sensation brought about his cum, and with the first spurt he lunged forward so ferociously that he once again buried part of the head into her throat; causing her to swallow large gulps of his cum.
When he'd finally spent the last drop of his cum into her mouth he slowly withdrew his rapidly shrinking cock, and patted her on the head. "That was some cocksucking baby. Gonna's have to let you do that little job more often. Fact is I don't know which I like best; fucking you or letting you suck me off." The old man laughed as he heard Charlie's comments, then walking forward himself, momentarily worried the girl lest he too had managed to get a hard up.
But instead he just grinned at the girl and told her she could get dressed and go home. Then he told her that he'd let her know when he wanted her to come down again; him or Charlie that was. She had no doubts but what that, now that both of them were in on it, they would be letting her know with increasing frequency.
Quickly Jan dressed, then without looking at either began the slow climb up the steps. She was taunted by their echoing laughter that followed her up the steps. Once she reached the outside, she paused briefly and gulped deep lungfuls of the clean fresh air; to her the sweetest smell in the world after the stale dank, smell of the old man's cot in the boiler room. She could still taste the rank saltiness of both the men's cum in her mouth and couldn't wait to get home and gargle with a strong mouthwash. There was one thing for sure however. She'd definitely hit upon a plan to get herself out of the mess she was in. In a way she even had the old man to thank for suggesting it to her. With a little luck, in a week she'd be on her way out.
Once she got home, she quickly showered and then after brushing her teeth three times, and gargling four, with a very strong mouthwash, she set about to immediately put her plan into motion. Finally finding exactly what she was looking for she sat down at a typewriter and dashed off the necessary letter. Addressing it, and sealing the envelope, she placed it on the night stand beside her bed. Then, exhausted from her ordeal she crawled between the sheets, confident that she would at least be free of the two animal tormentors for he rest of the weekend. She finally fell into a shallow slumber, anxious for the morning to come.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jan's plan was really very simple; and she did owe the original idea of it to the old man. Once when he'd been threatening her, he'd said something about the fact that if he turned her in the only place she could ever get a job in the teaching profession would be in one of the small schools; schools that couldn't afford to pay much, and for the most part were more or less out of the way. The type of school that generally would take anyone who could get a teacher's certificate, and for the most part wound up with the rejects that most the other schools wouldn't take. She really wouldn't have any trouble getting a position there, especially if she applied now. After all there was absolutely nothing that they could find wrong with her at this point. Besides, she was on the reference committee at the school and when the request for her references came through she would be the one to process them. No one even need know that the request had come and especially that she was going to make a change so near the end of the season.
Another benefit of the small schools, was the fact that they had terms of different lengths than the larger public schools, therefore their second term would just be beginning about the time her request would arrive. There was little doubt that they would be needing additional teachers either. They always did. And for them to get someone with the qualifications she possessed would be a real stroke of luck.
She would be out of the school and located in a new one before the end of this year's term, and the best part was that no one would ever know where she'd gone. She knew that the two animals who had tormented her tonight wouldn't quit just because the summer vacation came along. It would be only a matter of time before they would be insisting that she let them come to her apartment, and there would always be the danger of exposure if one of them were to get mad at her. Of course if she ran, she still ran the rick of exposure, but much less.
True they would be mad, but it would be of absolutely no use for them to say anything to the authorities then. After all, the authorities just might ask them the embarrassing question of why they had waited so long in informing them. Then too, even if they did listen to their tale, there was little likelihood that they would believe it. Even if they did, there was even less likelihood that they would go to the trouble of acting on the information since she would by then be gone. Finally, if under the million to one shot, they did believe them, did decide to act, and began looking for her they would have a very slim chance of finding her buried away the way she planned on. Then after a couple of years, she could come out of her self imposed exile, and begin to live a decent life again.
In picking her school, she had been deliberate in picking one that would be close to a big city, since she had no delusions about her being able to control the need that rose within her. It would come again and again, and she needed to be close to some city large enough to provide her with the means of satisfying it, and at the same time provide her with anonymity. She chose a school located in upstate New York; close enough to the city so that she could be there within two hours, and at the same time remote enough to give her the protection she sought.
One other thing that Jan decided right then and there. No matter how urgent her need became, she would never, never again be tempted to give vent to it with a student. That had been the cause of her undoing. Eddie was a fine boy, and she was very fond of him, and it wasn't his fault really. It was her own for being so totally unable to control her emotions. But nonetheless, it had been as the result of her affair with Eddie that the two brutes had been able to work their wills on her. She would have to take care that nothing she did in the short time remaining could possibly give her plans away. She would have to continue to do as they bade; and when the time to leave finally arrived she would have to think up some cover story to tell the principal to explain her sudden unexplained leaving. Probably the best story would be one about a distant relative suddenly being taken very ill, and who had no one else in the world to care for her. Yes, she thought, that would do perfectly. After all, no one could blame her for leaving before school ends under those conditions.
Also, since she knew that she'd be leaving she would make every effort to have everything in order so that a substitute could step right in and take over. That way she could even get a real letter of recommendation from the principal. Toying with the idea of letting Eddie in on the secret she immediately discarded it. After all, he was only a boy, and under the emotional stress might give her carefully guarded secret away. No she would just have to let the boy think the same thing that everyone else did. The problem of the two men would be a different matter however. That bridge she decided she'd cross when she came to it.
The next morning Jan got up early, showered again, and beginning to feel clean, went to the post office. She sent the letter to the school Air Mail-Special Delivery. That way they should have it by Monday. With any luck at all-she had after all given a great deal of her history-and to add a note of urgency to her request had casually mentioned that she was also writing to two other schools. But she'd said, she had been told that the climate and atmosphere of their school had been recommended to her by a friend and she was hopeful that she would wind up there. If she'd planned right, they would immediately send a letter requesting her qualifications and recommendations from the school, and she should have it no later than Thursday. She would answer it the first day, in fact she'd decided to prepare it in advance on Monday, and they would have it back no later than Friday. With that she should receive a telegram accepting her not later than the following Monday. That was only one week away, and with luck she could leave the next day. She circled that day on her calendar. It was her D-day, she would either be out by then, or hopelessly caught up in the mire. She had to get out.
Feeling very self possessed after mailing her letter, she did a little shopping and returned to her apartment. She'd no sooner gotten back than Eddie appeared at the door; his big doe eyes sad and questioning. Telling her he'd been by three times already that day, he jealously questioned her about where she'd been. Laughing at his childish attitude, and at the same time feeling a very strange fondness for the youngster who'd given her so much pleasure, she forgave him and asked him in. Besides, there was a good chance that this would be one of the few times they'd have left together. She felt sure that the two beasts at the school would make her life miserable for the remainder of next week, and that she would have very little time left for the boy. She decided that she owed it to him, and to herself to make the most of the little time they had left together.
Seating him in the living room, she retired to the kitchen and after making him some ice-tea returned to sit beside him. Asking if he'd like to watch the ball game on TV, he only looked at her sheepishly and shook his head.
Surprised since she knew he loved sports, it took her a minute before it dawned on her what the boy really wanted.
Even after all this time he still found it uncomfortable to come right out and ask to fuck. Jan thought this darling, but sometimes she found it a bit annoying. She decided that at least she would leave him with a firm foundation before she left, by spending the rest of this weekend teaching him how to let a woman know he wanted to fuck. The boy was by far still too shy. What would he do when he was without her? The fact that she was always around to initiate the sex act she felt had somehow stifled his creative talents. She'd correct that.
Sitting down with the doe eyed boy, she began to carefully explain the finer points of pussy-chasing; beginning with the 'I wanna' fuck look.' Jan described this as a cross between an outright ogle and a slow once over. If the girl were in the least bit interested she explained, her first reaction would be to immediately look away, then coyly look back again through shaded lashes.
Next, she went into the 'let's get naked, lie down and talk about it' stance. This she explained, was accomplished by going over to a girl, then giving her the 'I wanna' fuck look', immediately following it up with some outward signs of desire; such as touching her hand, or asking her to dance, or perhaps just sitting with her making sure that when you handed her anything and your hands touched briefly you did your best to prolong the encounter. She could hardly escape the meaning in your gestures, and again if interested, would usually reply by first showing indignation, as properly applied to a proper young thing, then responding a little on her own.
Finally there was the ending, or 'getting her to bed' routine. If the first two parts had been carried out according to plan this last should be the easiest part. This was done by simply suggesting that they leave whatever they were doing and go someplace together; alone. If the girl appeared to be a little shy and backward, the best approach would be to begin by suggesting coffee at a close by restaurant. If she were a little bolder, it would be alright to suggest coffee or a drink at his place, or if he didn't have one, then hers. If she were interested in cementing the relationship, she would agree to one or the other without too much fuss.
In the event the boy found it necessary to use the more casual approach of suggesting coffee in a public place he could easily proceed from there by then sitting close to her and combining the 'I wanna' fuck look' with the 'let's get naked, lie down and talk about it' stance. If there was any chance at all that the girl was receptive to the idea, she would by this time stop playing so coy and go along. If not, forget it and look elsewhere, since there was plenty of pussy just aching and waiting for a boy with the physical prowess of her young paramour.
Her glowing words of his fucking ability caused Eddie's young chest to swell. There was nothing that made him seem so grown up as hearing her tell him what an accomplished fucking partner he had become. He of course had no way of comparing himself, since Jan had been the one and only woman with whom he'd ever had the pleasure of sinking his prick into. But as far as he was concerned she was the only one that he needed, and in his young life he couldn't possibly foresee in the near future the time when he wouldn't have her around to satisfy his now regular desires.
They spent the rest of the afternoon gaily playacting out the roles of chaser and chased, Jan taking care to help build the budding lover's ego bv capitulating fairly easily in the beginning, then becoming more resistive as the day wore on, thus making him work harder for his prize. She couldn't help feeling a twinge of pride as she realized how quickly he was catching on, and by the last staging of the evening realized that he'd become so accomplished at it that he actually sold her on the idea of going to bed and fucking.
However, the lad surprised her still more by leading her this time to the bathroom, then turning on the shower, suggesting that they might enjoy it much more with the feeling of the water trickling down their backs. The complete reversal of their roles took her breath away, and as his ever maturing cock sank deep into the warmth of her willing pussy, it was not a performance she was putting on as she moaned and groaned her approval.
Later, as they made love again on the bed, it was with an expert's hand that he carefully positioned her in the now familiar dog fashion stance, and as his ready rod penetrated still deeper into her she pushed back with a fever onto the swollen member; trying to bring as much of the beautiful prick into her as possible. When she came finally, she couldn't help the loud scream of ecstasy that escaped from her, and she felt him respond with ever increasing rammings into her hot and wet pussy. When his own cum spilled over and jetted into her, it was with absolute insanity that she begged him for still more.
Once the boy had left for the evening, Jan lay for a long time, languidly savoring the remembrances of the satisfying afternoon and evening she'd spent with her now graduate pupil. Yes, Eddie would be alright now, she reasoned. There would be many women for him in his lifetime, and each and every one would greatly appreciate the sheer joy that he would be able to give them. In fact one of his problems for the rest of his young life would be how to get rid of the many women his prick would rupture. For once a woman's been well fucked, at least a normal woman she thought, remembering her own unquenchable desires, she can never again be satisfied with half-way measures. Especially when the man who can give her such sublime satisfaction is still within easy reach.
She couldn't help reflecting on how easy it actually was to satisfy a woman, and yet how stupid most men were about the whole thing. Men ran around heatedly looking for a piece of ass, then when they accomplished their goals, it seemed they couldn't get away from it too soon. Then they wondered what some women see in men who for the most part they considered not fit to shine their shoes. The simple truth of the matter was that the man who always seemed to wind up with far more than his share of cunt, would take his time, restrain himself and make damned sure that the woman he was giving pleasure to, got her fill before he finished. Thus a man less handsomely endowed than his fellows, could adequately command his pick of a large and attractive harem. Even fellows who weren't considered particularly handsome could literally write their own ticket, and with little more than a telephone call have almost any woman they wanted in their beds immediately.
How many men she wondered had never known the joy of being able to casually see a girl out on a date with another man, look at her and if he'd already fucked her once before, know for sure that by that simple look he could insure that she'd dump the guy she was with as soon as possible and hurry to his bed, eager to willingly spread her legs for him. And another very important thing about this type of man, she reflected, was that such a man was outwardly affected by this knowledge. Knowing that he controlled women entirely, and that for the most part he could get them to do anything he wanted them too, he emitted an aura of self-confidence that went right to the soul of a woman. There was just something about a man like that that a woman could sense. Something in his bearing, the way he looked at her, the way he dealt with other men, and other women also. It wasn't physical she knew, for she'd seen many men who were far less attractive than the date she might have, who by a mere glance could cause her pussy to actually burn with the desire to have his prick in her. No it was purely electrical, something almost mystical and that was very hard to explain. All that could be said about it was that by observation and close scrutiny, it became apparent to even the dullest person.
Her professional mind coming to the foreground, Jan tried to sum up her thoughts into one simple statement. Thinking carefully she finally hit upon what she thought would be a fair evaluation of the phenomenon known as sex appeal. Any man, knowing the wonderful feeling of turning an otherwise nice girl into a clawing, begging, hissing, biting, kicking, screaming animal, could never again think of women in any other terms. Therefore when he looked at any woman, he emitted a telegraphed message that told her instinctively that he was wondering how hard she could scratch, how loud she would yell, how much she would beg him to fuck her harder. By doing so he was transmitting the coded message across that he knew of these things, and as such was himself capable of eliciting such responses from her. In short he was telling her via mental telepathy that he wasn't good; he was the best. And no matter what anyone says, barring those who have something mentally blocking them from reaching sexual satisfaction, all women are plain animals under the outer covering, and all desire a man who literally will make them come apart at the seams.
Satisfied that she had in her opinion properly placed the situation in it's proper perspective, she finally dozed off into a restful and deep sleep; dreaming for the most part of the wonderful feeling of having a good man give her a soul shattering fuck, that tore her in-sides apart and left her a helpless, wailing, slave to him. She only wished that she could meet such a man herself. Eddie, bless his little heart, would some day be such a man to some girl, but for now he was still a boy and couldn't fill her bill. But someday, she smiled he would make some girl the happiest female animal on earth. She slept soundly.
Jan spent most of the next day just lounging around the apartment, casually cleaning a little here and a little there. She watched television on and off, then tiring of that, read a book that she'd been wanting to read for some time. However, she found that the approaching of the next day, and knowing how important it would be to her in some far away strange place; and also fully aware that after two days of abstinence the two ruffians at the school would be waiting for her, with baited breath she found she couldn't concentrate. She toyed with the idea of calling Eddie to come over, but when she'd done that once before, his mother had answered the phone, and later Eddie had told her that his mother had quizzed him suspiciously about who had called. He'd told her that it had been some lady he delivered groceries to that he'd promised to bring something to, and that she'd just been calling to ask him to add something to the list. He'd confided however, that he had the vague feeling that she didn't believe him. Jan decided that since she was so close to solving her problem it would be foolish to take the chance of getting into more hot water.
So laying aside the idea of being able to enjoy Eddie's educated cock, she sought out her trusty dildo, and after bringing several of her Male Magazines out of their hiding places, spent a more or less adequate two hours amusing herself, throwing her head back and remembering, to her shame, the awful words she'd been forced to say in the school's basement while the two degernerates looked on. She hated herself, and them even more, for making her do such a thing, but nonetheless, the memory couldn't help but bring to the boiling point the bubbling passion that lay just beneath the surface of her outward serenity.
After getting herself satisfied to the extent that she felt she would be able to sleep for the night, Jan took her shower, set her hair, laid out her clothes for the next day, and then went to bed. She looked forward with anticipation to the next day. Although she dreaded it she still couldn't help wondering what new things if any, that Charlie might dream up. She couldn't help the realization that had she not been forced, she would have really enjoyed the man's tremendous prick. He did have a nice one she reflected, even if he really didn't know how to use it.
The next day Jan rose early, before the alarm had sounded, and dressing quickly, left for school without the benefit of breakfast. She would get some coffee in the school cafeteria she decided. As a result she was one of the first to arrive at the school. Her intentions in doing so were to get right to work catching up on her back log in preparation for her planned departure. She hadn't even thought about the fact that the custodians, being necessary to open the school were always the first ones there. Therefore, it was with genuine alarm that she encountered Charlie in the empty corridor as she came in.
The sight of the beautiful woman with whom he'd had such nice fucking and sucking with Friday evening, immediately brought his cock to full hard. He'd thought about her often over the weekend, wishing he had known where she lived. He'd jacked off at least a dozen times just thinking about her, and her beautiful creamy nakedness, and the exciting way she loved to fuck and suck. Now that he saw her again, and knowing full well that it would be almost an hour before most of the main body arrived, he saw no reason to let such a golden opportunity pass. For once he was glad that it had been his turn to open early otherwise that old bastard Parsons would have been the lucky one.
Looking at her with a leer, he approached her. It only increased his excitement as he saw her glance about furtively looking for some possible exit or escape. Remembering how she'd closed her eyes when he'd prepared to shove his hard cock into her mouth only made his desire that much stronger. She'd known what he was going to do, he reasoned. She was too damned smart not to have known.
By now he was within two feet of her, and as she tried to pass him, he reached out and grabbed her by the arm. "What's the matter baby," he sneered. "What's your hurry? Ain't got no time for Charlie this morning? Why we got lots of time baby. Don't tell me you came down here this early just 'cause you like this here damned school? Why we both know why you came baby, 'cause you like the way Charlie's cock feels. Now ain't that right." As he finished, he had almost convinced himself of the truth of it.
Looking at the man with undisguised scorn, Jan jerked her arm free. Then turning on him she spat out, "Let go of me you animal. Just for your information, I had to come down here early today to catch up on the work that you made me miss doing Friday. I do have to work you know. I'm not a custodian." Then starting to walk away she again felt his iron grip on her arm. He wasn't about to be denied.
When she looked at him again, the clear lust in his eye told her better than words that he would have what he wanted and he would have it now. Still trying to put up some kind of a feeble resistance, Jan felt herself being pulled along the empty hallway, toward the hated door that led into the boiler room. Again resisting, she succeeded in freeing her arm, then turning tried to run down the hall. But in her spiked heels she was no match for the surprisingly fleet footed older man and he easily caught her.
As he caught up to her his breath was coming a little harder now. Jan knew that not all of it was from the effort of running, most being from the deep seated desire he felt. She could clearly see the outline of his bulging prick in the front of him, and although she dreaded the thought of being forced into carnage with him again, she couldn't help again feeling the warmth begin to grow in her cunt. Ceasing her resistance, she again allowed herself to be drawn along the corridor toward the door, and as he opened it she made one last meager plea for him to let her go. The lusty laugh told her his answer.
Once they were in the basement, he went straight to the room they had been in before. Closing the door he turned to her, and with a toothy grin that displayed badly stained teeth he said, "Alright, unzip me and take it out." Resigned, Jan did as she was told, cringing slightly as her hand touched the hard meat.
Once she had freed it from its resting place, she was shocked to note that it seemed even larger than she'd remembered it. The warm feel of the huge cock in her hand, its gentle throbbing, the purplish-red of the enlarged head, all served to make her own juices begin flowing much against her will. Damn me she thought. Why do I have to be so weak?
She didn't even bat an eyelash at his next command, fully expecting what it would be. "Now on your knees!" he commanded. Again she complied, and soon was face to head with the awesome weapon. Moving toward her, Charlie got the thing to within an inch of her, then grinning broadly commanded, "Now you never did finish telling me about what you did the other night. You were telling me about how many times your hot little ass shot your cum. Come on, out with it. How many times did you cum bitch."
Jan grimaced, knowing that the performance of the past night would be repeated. As soon as she opened her mouth he would cram the huge thing into her mouth, and probably try to bury it again in her throat. At first deciding to colse her eyes as before, she decided that she may as well keep them open and witness the thing. After all, she felt that by ignoring it, it still wasn't going to go away. Swallowing hard, more to clear her throat for the impending invasion than anything else, Jan opened her mouth and began to speak.
"Four times. I sh . . . 'glub-gurgle.' " Again, when her mouth had been open at the right moment, Charlie had pushed forward, at the same time grabbing her by the back of the head. Deeper and deeper she felt the huge cock plunge into her mouth, past her tongue and continue on into her throat. It's going to be the same as last time she thought.
But she was wrong. Once Charlie's prick reached the same place it had sank to before, instead of letting up a little, Charlie continued a slow but piercing pressure; pushing his hips forward steadily and his hard grasp on her head never letting up. Deeper and still deeper the monstrous head sliced in to her, and gagging as she was she could only half-heartedly put up a token defense. Realizing that Charlie had absolutely no intention of stopping this time until the huge thing was actually all the way in, she became frightened and increased her useless struggles. The shaft of the huge cock was so big that her mouth was forced open as wide as it could go. In her efforts to escape the impalement Jan had lowered herself slightly and now her face was pointed upwards, and Charlie was pushing himself down into her, while at the same time pulling her head up to him.
Her eyes wide with terror, Jan watch transfixed as the instrument continued to bore into her, feeling the big head now deep in her throat. Still Charlie didn't let up; and in fact only increased his attack.
Wider her eyes got as she saw that almost the entire shaft had sunk into her by now and that no more than two or three inches remained. The foreign object was causing her to gag painfully, but being totally helpless to stop it, she could only kneel there and feel and watch it continue its downward drive. Finally she felt the giant head actually clear her throat and pop free into her stomach opening, thus allowing easier access for the remaining inch of prick, and it slammed home with a thud, Charlie's big balls slapping against her chin, his groin and dirty pubic hair burying themselves in her nose and eyes.
It's all the way in she thought. I can't believe it. He actually has shoved his whole prick down my throat and the head of it is in my stomach. Trying to move her head, she was prevented from it by the steel like rod on which she was orally impaled. She felt Charlie attempt to withdraw his weapon from her, but as the back of the head reached the narrow opening of her throat it met resistance and he again plunged it down into her throat. Realizing that she might actually strangle to death for lack of air, Jan began pushing furiously against the man in a vain effort to withdraw the huge thing. He only held her firmly, and shoved her face again into his smelly hair.
"Like it bitch?" he breathed heavily. "How does it feel to have a whole cock down your throat? Did you feel it good when I shoved the head of it into your innards? Felt good didn't it?" He laughed obscenely.
Thoroughly afraid now, Jan was making all kinds of noises, trying to make the bastard realize that he would suffocate her if he didn't get it out of her. Besides, the huge size of it was straining her throat so much that the pain was becoming almost unbearable.
"Ummmmm! Uuggghhh! Aaahhhhoooohhh." she mumbled, trying desperately again to extricate the cock from her. Her feeble efforts only brought more laughter from the brute, then sobering he said, with a definite threat in his voice, "If you don't want to suffocate, then you better get busy sucking real hard. Cause the faster you make me cum, the sooner I'm going to pull it out. And not before."
As his words sank home to her she realized that the ignorant pig actually meant what he said. She would have to make him cum before he would release her, and the fact that it just might actually kill her didn't faze him in the least.
Frantically she began to move her head back and forth, feeling the largeness within her moving in time. Faster and faster she let the gigantic prick fuck her throat and mouth, trying each time to draw a little of the head of it up into her throat so that it might get the necessary stimulation to force him to cum. By now she was turning blue from the lack of oxygen, and the pain in her chest was terrific.
Finally thru the daze of pain and frustration she was in, she heard him groaning and moaning also, and realized that just maybe he might cum in time to save her. The forward movement of his hips increased to lightning speed, and he jammed the awful thing into her cruelly. Over and over again he did this, and just as Jan was sure she was thru, and that she would pass out, she felt the strangeness of his cum spurting directly into her unprotected stomach, feeling the hot fluid actually burn her slightly as it hit the sensitive walls of the inner lining.
Time and again he spurted it into her, and just as the clouds of unconsciousness were beginning to gather in her brain, he lunged forward one final time, this time holding himself fully into her without moving.
She felt the cock already beginning to shrink, and using every ounce of will power she possessed, fought back against the waves that were engulfing her. Then, looking down at her, and seeing the distorted face, made almost blue-black by being denied the life giving air, Charlie immediately began jerking his now fast receding cock from her throat. It still hadn't shrunk enough however for it to clear the head thru the narrow opening of her throat as the back of the head expanding like the reverse side of an arrow. Going in, the head had been depressed narrower, but coming out it expanded wider, so that as he jerked it free of her throat, it hurt her terribly.
Jan lay on the floor gagging and gasping for breath. Coughing wildly she drew in deep gulps of the magic elixir, her color beginning to return to her face. Still heaving and gagging, she tried unsuccessfully to rise from the floor, but only fell back again, sinking into another fit of coughing. Seeing that the girl would be alright, Charlie merely stood by and grinned at her, the memory of what he'd done fresh on his mind. He'd always wanted to ram his prick all the way down a girl's throat and then fuck her that way. But all the dirty old whores that he'd paid before had rebelled, cursed at him, threw things, and even threatened to call the cops. But not this bitch. No siree. She wouldn't be calling anybody. She couldn't afford to. Besides, she was going to be alright, so no harm was done. And sweet shit it had been nice. He'd actually shot his load much faster than he usually did, and then looking at the girl lying here on the floor, wracked by waves of sputtering coughs, and gagging for breath realized that it had been a good thing that he did. She couldn't have lasted much longer.
As he looked at her, and saw just how beautiful she really was, her long slender legs, nice big tits, and pretty face, he was again consumed with passion, and could hardly believe it himself when he saw that his cock was slowly beginning to respond to it. Son-of-a-bitch, he thought to himself. This bitch is going to drive me crazy. I just can't seem to get enough of her. Looking at his watch, he saw that it wouldn't be long before the others would show up, and not wanting to miss shooting another load began to quickly figure how he would do it. If he stripped her and fucked her, there was always the danger of someone coming in and catching them. Some of those little bastards came down to the boiler room in the morning even though they had been told not to. The shit sure enough would hit the fan if one of the little shits were to catch him fucking that fine piece still laying on the floor, and they'd be sure to snitch. Then thinking of the times he'd jacked off down here after seeing one of those young cunts letting some punk play with her, he remembered that he still had some vaseline in his locker. Seeing the perfect opportunity, he retrieved it, and by this time Jan had regained control of herself enough that she'd managed to sit up. She looked at him with pure hatred, but he couldn't have cared less. He was getting his rocks off real regular now in this nice piece, and now he knew that no matter how much she disliked it she would do just what he said. The fear of being discovered was greater in her than it was in him, and he intended to fully exploit it.
Walking over to the still sitting girl he said, "Now that wasn't so bad was it honey. I mean after all every thing worked out alright didn't it?" Then taking hold of his again almost hard prick, he waved it in front of her. She shrank back terrified, sure that if he tried to ram that thing down her throat again she'd wind up dead. He only laughed, and correctly sensing her agitation, sought to calm her down, "As you can see baby, it's ready again. You're just too good a piece for it to get calmed down. But don't you worry your pretty little head none bitch, cause I ain't gonna' shove it down you again," then pausing said, "not right now anyways."
"No, instead I'm going to let you off easy this time. I'm going to let you just jack me off. But there is going to be one little difference. I want you to look straight at it all the time, and then when I shoot my load, I want you to let it hit you in the face. When it starts running down your nose, I want to watch you lick it up with your tongue."
Seeing the girl move still further away from him, and becoming angry at her uncooperative attitude, he strode to her quickly and grabbing a handful of hair, jerked her to her knees again so that she once more faced the big prick; by now again completely hard from the thoughts he was having of watching his cum spurt into her beautiful face.
Jan wined as he jerked her hair, and after her ordeal she was really afraid of this animal. She didn't know what he might do next, and the thought of some of the things he might think up frightened her more than the disgust she felt at obeying his demands. When he shoved the jar of vaseline at her she accepted it, knowing that once more the man was not going to be denied the pleasure of further seeing her humiliated and shamed. And there was nothing in the world that could possibly shame her more, than being forced to kneel in front of a man and then jack him off while she watched apprehensively the head of his cock, waiting for the hot sperm to come jetting out into her face. Then having to actually catch it with her tongue and lick it into her mouth while this beast watched almost brought on another fit of gagging. Fighting to control herself, she reached for his cock, dipped her fingers into the vaseline and applied a thick coating.
As she went to work, sliding the slimy thing back and forth in her hand, now cupped to form a fist, she slowly turned her gaze to stare at the single eye staring blankly at her from the massive head. She couldn't help thinking about the hot juice that would soon shoot forth from it, and cover her neatly made up face.
As she worked away at his cock with a purpose she noted that he had bent his knees slightly and was once more moaning and groaning, although he was looking at her now thru glazed eyes. The look on his face gave ample evidence that he was enjoying the sight of her kneeling before him jacking his big cock off, while at the same time waiting patiently for his cum to hit her in the face.
Hoping that as the moment of his ejaculation came, he would be too preoccupied with what was happening inside himself, Jan had decided that just at the right moment she would turn her face away, thus avoiding being hit full in the face with the creamy fluid. But almost as if he were reading her thoughts, the grip on her hair increased and she realized that it would be impossible for her to turn her head. She was doomed to feel the hot juice come splashing into her eyes. At least she could close her eyes at just that instant, thus avoid getting any of the possibly damaging stuff in them.
Charlie's breath was coming very hard now, and looking down she could see his balls begin to swell horribly. Any second now she thought to herself, and prepared to shut her eyes in protection. She was afraid to risk doing it before he actually shot off, lest he stop and force her to do something else. Faster she worked her tired hand over the head of his immense organ and with her gaze riveted to the single hole, waited for the dreaded happening.
It came so fast that she almost didn't react in time. She just barely caught a glimpse of the cream jetting out of the end of his cock and it hit just slightly below the right eye just as she managed to blink it shut; most of it mingling with her eyelashes. Her eyes held tightly shut now, she felt the second stream hit her higher and to the left, landing on the bridge of her nose. She could feel the first wad beginning to run down her cheek.
The third spurt slapped into her still higher and more to the left landing on her eyelid. Just at the moment Charlie came partially to his senses, and seeing that she had closed her eyes became furious. Grabbing her hair still harder, he jerked it horribly, and yelled at her to open her eyes. Unable to bear the pain, Jan obeyed, and as she did so felt the cum roll off her eyelid and down the corner of her eye. By now the first spurt had trickled down her cheek, and had reached to the top of her upper lip. Yelling at her again, Charlie demanded that she start licking up the gruesome stuff. Punctuating his demand by applying still more pressure on her hair, Jan had no choice but to obey.
Flicking out her tongue, she began licking the offending fluid from her upper lips, then feeling a drop of it start to fall from the tip of her nose, and fearing still more pain if she missed it darted out her tongue and caught it just as it dropped. The show made Charlie give a low chuckle. He was thoroughly enjoying himself.
Still more of the cum hit her in the face, but after the first initial strength of the primary spurts, the remainder fell on her cheeks, or in one case directly on her lips. She licked her tongue over her face as rapidly as she could and finally had gotten all that would come within range, most of it still clinging to her face. Satisfied that she had all she could get Charlie finally released her hair, and stepped back a little. Then looking down he saw that a small drop of cum still remained on the very tip of his prick, and moving in again commanded her to lick it off. Her tongue once more darting out, she placed the tip of it against the very hole and licked it off, but not finished yet, he demanded that she probe into the hole with her tongue and make sure she got it all. With disgust she did as ordered and her tongue managed to penetrate over an eighth of an inch into the large hole, finding still another small trace of cum. Finally satisfied at last, Charlie backed away for the last time, and returned his limber member back inside his filthy pants. Zipping up, he turned away from her and went to the door.
Opening it, he glanced out, and satisfied that they were still alone, motioned her that she could go. Feeling the sticky cum still all over her face she protested.
"I've got to clean myself up first," she said. "I can hear the children in the halls upstairs and if anyone sees me they'll know for sure what's been going on."
Seeing the wisdom in her words, Charlie told her that there was a toilet in the back of the basement, and that she could use some of the toilet paper to clean the cum off her face. Then grinning, he said, "Maybe you'd like it better if I gave you a spoon and you scraped it off and then ate it." The look of disgust on her face at his suggestion set him off laughing again, and without further comment he left the room, and Jan saw that he was going up the steps leading to the upstairs.
Pulling herself to her feet, she stumbled back into the rear of the large basement. Finally she located the stained urinal set against one wall in the back that served as the toilet. The rank and stale odor that came from the area all the more increased the growing feeling of sickness within her. Holding her breath, she reached forward and unwound some of the discolored paper, then stepping back quickly out of range of the smell, carefully began to wipe her face.
She could clearly feel the thick heavy cream coming off her face and realized that she must look a mess. Remembering that there was a piece of a mirror hanging on one of the walls in the room where she'd been disgraced, she again reached for more tissue, then retraced her steps back to the room. Finding the mirror where she'd remembered it hanging, she saw that she had been right about her appearance.
Her hair was a mess, mostly gotten that way from the rough handling Charlie had given it while forcing her to jerk him off. There were still ample traces of the cum all over her face, and her makeup was badly smeared. Finding her purse, she searched out her compact and comb, then cleaning her face completely free of the juice set about to make repairs. Fifteen minutes later she stepped back and surveyed herself. Not too bad, although not as good as when she'd first come in that morning. But she looked presentable enough to pass, and could at least make it through the day. Then straightening her clothing, and being satisfied that there remained no further outward signs of her shame, she started for the door.
Just then she heard the door at the top of the steps open and heard feet begin to descend. Thinking that it might be Charlie returning for another go at her, she looked around quickly for a place to hide. Finding one, she quickly secreted herself. From her vantage point she could clearly see the bottom of the steps.
It was old man Parsons who finally hove into view, and Jan caught her breath. If the old reprobate caught her down here he was sure to force still more shame and debauchery upon her before letting her go. Her nerves already at the straining point, she knew that she just couldn't face still more of the same right now. So, holding her breath she waited helplessly as he walked about the basement, apparently unaware that she had even been there. At least that was a bit of luck she thought to herself. Either he hadn't seen Charlie or if so, the other man hadn't seen fit to inform him of what had happened there earlier. Completing his task, the old man shuffled back to the stair-way and started up the steps, again the door opened and then closed.
Breathing easier now, Jan still remained in her hiding place, fearful lest the man return again, having forgotten something. She waited a full five minutes before daring to stir from her hiding place, then crossing quickly to the stairway, mounted the steps. As she opened the door she stepped quickly through it and had just started to turn when she saw the old man.
The toothless grin that he gave her made her heart sink. Trapped again, she realized. He wasn't about to let her get away.
Closing on her fast the old man chuckled, then realizing where she'd been, looked at her wickedly. "Been looking for me honey? What's the matter, your hot little cunt aching for another go at the broom handle? Or maybe your tongue wants to taste my cum some more?" he laughed hoarsely and coughed.
Just at that moment the Principal rounded the corner and bore down on them. Recognizing Miss Parker, he smiled broadly.
"Good morning Miss Parker. Ready for a busy week. School's almost over for another year isn't it. Only five more weeks to go. Bet you'll be glad when the vacation comes," he said brightly. Then sighing a little he continued, the children are nice and all that but sometimes they do tend to get on one's nerves."
At just that moment the bell sounded announcing the first period, and glancing upwards at the sound the principal again turned to her. "Come along Miss Parker. I'll walk you to your classroom. Besides there is something I want to talk to you about regarding next weeks faculty meeting." Jan heaved a huge sigh of relief. Saved, literally by the bell and the Principal. The scowl on Parson's face indicated the displeasure the old man felt at being deprived of his mornings fun. Then, the Principal turned to him and said, "Oh by the way Parsons, I do hope that you've been keeping Miss Parker's classroom in order, Have there been any further complaints?" The question was directed at her.
Wishing desperately that she could register the true depths of her complaints to this kindly man, she merely shook her head and mumbled that everything had been fine. The toothy grin the old man gave her, aware of her helplessness, made her feel sick again. The old bastard she thought angrily. Before I leave here I'm going to fix his ass good she vowed.
"Fine, well then shall we go. Let's not keep the little darlings waiting. Besides they just might burn down the place," he said the last with a nervous laugh, intending it as his own little joke but also knowing that there always existed the distinct possibility that someday the joke just might become a reality.
It was with a sincere feeling of relief that she accompanied the Principal down the hallway, and away from what she'd been sure would have been another session of utter degradation at the hands of the inhuman brute who'd caught her just as she was making good her escape. As they walked along the Principal kept up a steady stream of talk, most of which Jan didn't hear, but covering it up by occasionally making some inane comment or nodding her head in agreement, with what she didn't have the faintest idea. Finally, when they reached the door of her classroom, the man took his leave of her, and then turning back to her mentioned that she looked a little pale. He asked if she was feeling alright, asked her to take care of herself and moved off.
The rest of the day went by quickly for Jan, her mind too much preoccupied with the thoughts of getting out of this place and being free from further torture at the hands of the custodians. She didn't know how she was going to stand the next few days, but she'd just have to manage somehow. Only a little longer she promised herself. Only a little longer.
At days end, Eddie dropped by and asked if he might stop by the apartment that evening. Too keyed up by the events of the previous ordeal, Jan feigned a headache and, promising the boy that he could come the next night, she begged off. He looked at her worriedly and then he too commented on her looking pale. Asking if everything was alright, Jan took great pains to reassure him, telling him that she had just caught a slight cold. Then it dawned on her that since both the Principal and Eddie had mentioned that she didn't look well it was the perfect excuse for her to stay home the next day, thus avoiding at least one confrontation with the two men. She was sure that others probably would have noticed, and it wasn't unusual for someone who looked a little under the weather the day before, to call in sick. Besides, the letter requesting the references couldn't possibly arrive before Wednesday and the thought of being out of the reach of the barbarians for at least one day was more than she could pass up.
Quickly she cleared the work from her desk, not wanting to linger about too long lest they come for her again, and then stopping by the office mentioned to the head supervisor that she hadn't been feeling well that day and that if she didn't feel better by morning she thought it best that she stay home. The supervisor was very understanding and insisted that if she felt even slightly ill she remain away for the day.
Just at that moment the Principal returned from his night inspection of the corridors of the school prior to leaving for the day, and when told by the supervisor that Jan hadn't been feeling well, added confirmation by stating that she'd looked a little pale earlier. He too insisted that she stay home and take care of herself, and not to worry about her class. In fact he would be calling the school board head that very evening and he would arrange for a substitute to be sent over.
Pleased at the perfect way in which everything had worked out, Jan waited a few minutes for the Principal to put away a few papers, and then walked out with him, feeling much safer with his protection being near. As they left the building, she saw the old man at the far end of the corridor, glaring at her. She knew that this ruse wouldn't work again, but at least it had provided her with a temporary relief.
Once home, she showered, staying under the water for much longer than usual. But scrub as she might she just couldn't rid herself of the foul, used feeling that was inside of her. True she liked sex but what she had been subjected to wasn't sex. It was nothing less than plain perversion. Both of them, they were nothing but perverts in her minds eye. If they had simply fucked her and let it go at that, she might not have been too happy about it, but at least she could have accepted it. But making her fuck herself with a broom handle while they watched, then making her suck them both off repeatedly, and Charlie ramming his cock all the way down her throat and almost choking her to death, and then making her jack him off and shooting his cum into her face and then making her lick it up was nothing less than pure perversion. She didn't believe she could stand much more of it either.
But she had to. All that mattered to her in the world was riding on her ability to blank out her mind and manage somehow to withstand what ever they threw at her. If she collapsed, she would lose everything; her reputation, her life, her livelihood, everything. Well at least she didn't have to worry about tonight and tomorrow, nor tomorrow night. She also remembered that fortunately the school didn't have her new address, since she'd moved after the beginning of the school year and had simply never gotten around to giving them the new one. Now she was glad at her laxity, something she usually reproved herself for. In fact she had usually prided herself on the fact that she wasn't prone to procrastination. But for this one time she was glad that she had since, even if they used their keys to get into the main office and tried to look up her address, what they would find would be wrong. But for some reason she just didn't think they would.
Just then the phone rang, and although she hesitated for a moment before answering it she finally did. Cautiously she lifted the receiver to her ear and listened carefully before saying anything. Then, with relief she heard the tender voice of Eddie on the other end of the wire.
"Miss Parker?" he asked. "Is that you? Are you alright? Hello?"
His youthful eagerness brought a smile to her face and she felt good again for the first time since she'd come home. She deeply wanted the boy at that moment but when she saw the late hour she realized that it would be impossible. There would be absolutely no possible excuse he could have used for staying out any later.
"Yes Eddie, it's me. I was asleep." She simulated a loud yawn, and then trying to explain away her lack of earlier response, said, "I guess I'm not entirely awake. What time is it Eddie?"
"A little after ten." he answered.
"Oh, is it that late. I was so tired when I got home I went right to bed. Is anything wrong Eddie?"
"No, nothings wrong," he replied. "I was just worried about the way you were feeling, after what you said today at school and all. I'm sorry I woke you up. Guess maybe I'd better let you go back to sleep."
"No that's alright Eddie. I'll go back to sleep alright. It was very nice of you to call me like this. I do appreciate it. But I don't think I'm coming into school tomorrow. I already told the Principal that I wasn't feeling well so he told me to stay home."
"Gosh," he exclaimed. "Are you sure you're all right Miss Parker, I mean if you gotta' miss school and all maybe you'd better go to a doctor or something. Might be something bad."
The boy's sincere concern for her welfare touched Jan deeply and although she hated lying to him she knew she must. "I did Eddie. I had him come over to the house and he gave me a shot. He said it would be best if I stayed home tomorrow too. But I'm sure that by tomorrow evening I'll feel much better. In fact," she lowered her voice, "I think I'll feel so much better that I'll be looking forward to seeing you here tomorrow evening. Did you forget that you're supposed to come over?"
"No I didn't forget," he said eagerly.
"Good then I'll expect you shortly after school let's out."
"OK! But are you sure you're going to feel alright?"
"Yes Eddie I'm sure," then laughing she said, "Now don't be foolish and stop worrying about it. It'll be alright and I'll see you tomorrow."
"OK," he said again, then added, "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Fine. I'll be looking forward to it."
"Good night."
"Good night Eddie, And Eddie! Thanks again for calling. It was very sweet."
"That's alright Miss Parker. I was just worried about you that's all."
"OK Eddie. Good night. Sweet dreams."
"Good night Miss Parker."
Jan heard the receiver hang up on the other end of the line and replaced her own. Eddie was just the most wonderful boy she'd ever known. She realized now that she was really and truly going to miss his childish affections. That was one of the nicest things she'd had happen in a long time. Even if she hadn't been really sick, it had made her feel very good all over. She again thought about getting married. She hadn't thought about that for a long time. She'd long go decided that she simply wasn't going to marry anyone who could only give her companionship. It wouldn't be fair to either her or the man. What she needed was a real man, who could make her feel wonderful inside all the time, and could keep the burning smoldering fires within her carefully and satisfyingly satisfied at all times.
As she dozed off she dreamt of such a man. And although deep in her heart she doubted that she would ever find such a man, she could at least still hope, couldn't she. What was it they said? 'Hope springs eternal in the human breast.' Well that was her alright. She would never stop hoping, although as the years continued by, she knew that she'd never even come close to finding her dream image so far.
With that thought in mind she slept, peacefully, considering the state of her nerves after her ordeal that morning. But Eddie's call had been like a tonic for her, and it had served as a much needed tranquilizer for her nerves. She dreamed that Eddie had grown up all of a sudden, and that she had suddenly somehow managed to grow younger, and that he'd met her, taken her in his arms and made mad passionate love to her. She never did get to the part of getting to the altar, but when she awoke the next morning she wasn't surprised to find her shortie pajama bottoms very wet. She'd cum in her sleep just thinking about it.
She spent the entire day going over the many details of her plan for escape, and actually began packing a few things. Frequently she glanced at her watch and fretted over how slow the day was going. Then at last she knew that school would just be letting out, and that soon Eddie would be there. Her cunt was so hot with anticipation of what his cock would do to it that she almost experienced another cum.
Since their affair had begun, Eddies cock, both from growing older, and perhaps a little from the excessive use he'd been putting it to, had grown much larger. In fact, the last time Jan had seen it she'd realized that it was almost a full ten inches in length now and was a full two inches in diameter. That she could readily feel the difference in her cunt when he fucked her was not lost on her either, and she remember that the last time the boy had fucked her dog fashion she had felt a slight twinge of pain when he'd jammed into her particularly hard. Yes indeed she was going to miss Eddie. After all he was just now coming full into his own, and the thought of what a cock he would have on him once he'd become mature, coupled with the knowledge and expert guidance she had supplied, made Jan envious of the girl who would finally wind up with it. Whoever she was, and most likely she was a little girl who even right now was in the same school as Eddie, she had no idea of the heights of pleasure awaiting her.
Also Eddie had become an accomplished pussy eater, although she smiled to herself when she thought of the way she'd gotten him to eat her the first time. They had long ago abandoned the childish game of his having to eat her out in order to fuck her again. She had shortly explained to him the real pleasure that a woman got from having her cunt expertly sucked. Then, carefully she had shown him exactly what to do, where the clit was, what it felt like, and how to stimulate the outer lips before and after she came.
Again she felt the wave of jealous envy envelop her as she thought of all that work and teaching going to waste. Well if not to waste at least being of no value to her, since she would soon be long gone. She decided that after she was located in her new spot, she would secretly get in touch with Eddie, and that later, when the boy had grown up a little, and perhaps even sometime during the summer, they could get together again. By then too perhaps he might be able to better understand the necessity for her leaving him. Rationalizing her decision she simply said that why should she be totally denied the fruits of her labor, only to have some other girl, who probably wouldn't even fully appreciate the full value of what she had to enjoy it. No she definitely wouldn't let that happen. She would keep in touch with Eddie.
As the door bell rang, she glanced out the curtained window and saw that Eddie was standing on the step. Quickly she raced into the bedroom and then dabbing a touch of perfume behind each ear, straightened the sheer negligee under which she wore nothing, and went to the door. As soon as Eddie got a whiff of the perfume she was wearing and saw that she had absolutely nothing on underneath, she could see his almost man sized prick beginning to swell through his levis.
Wasting no time, Jan encouraged the boy to undress quickly, and soon he stood before her with only his tight little jockey shorts on, that were too small to completely contain his larger than average cock once it got hard. The head of it was already peeking over the top of the waist band.
Hungrily, she leaned over and let her tongue play over the tip of the delicious morsel. She liked the sound of the groan that Eddie emitted and continued her explorations. Then suddenly she realized that she had never actually sucked the boy until he'd shot his cum into her mouth. Overcome with a desire to feel this boy's cum running down her throat, she pulled his shorts down enough to fully exposed the now rock hard shaft. Then kneeling in front of him she took it into her warm mouth, getting still another longer and deeper moan in response. She had done this before, many times but she had never allowed him to culminate in her mouth. This time she was fully determined to do so. After all the boy deserved it.
Slowly at first, then gradually increasing her speed, she let the tender meat ride in and out of her mouth. She realized that this boys cock couldn't compare to the one Charlie had, but then what she was doing was an act of love done willingly, rather than an act of perversion done under duress and fear.
As she continued to suck at his prick, the moans coming from Eddie steadily became louder, and his hands went to the top of her head. Remembering briefly the cruel way in which Charlie had handled her, she almost backed away, then remembering where she was and whose cock she had in her mouth, she relaxed and kept letting the rod plunge ever deeper into her mouth.
Pulling his shorts down still farther, she freed his little balls, and began massaging them. These too she noted had grown considerably and she squeezed them gently, getting still a deeper and throatier groan. She let her other finger tickle the undersides of his balls where they joined his crotch, and letting his tool ride in and out still faster, sensed that his climax was near.
By now Eddie was pushing his hips into her face with a frenzy. He had his head thrown way back and was looking at the ceiling with unseeing eyes, his thoughts being totally occupied with the wonderful thing his wonderful Miss Parker was doing to him; for although she'd done it before this was the closest she'd ever brought him to cumming. He couldn't help but wish that for just once she'd let him shoot his cum into her beautiful mouth, but he felt sure that she wouldn't. Any minute now she would stop, and he would bury his burning prick into her wonderful cunt. Not that he didn't like that alright, in fact he loved it. But for just once he'd like to feel what it would feel like to cum in her mouth.
Reaching up under Eddie, Jan let her index finger begin to play with the crack of his ass. If I'm going to go all the way this time she decided, I'm going to let him know how glorious it really can be. Slowly she began penetrating the folds of his anus, and then actually thrust a part of her finger into the boys asshole. The loud grunts and moans that met this actions, and the speed with which the boy was now shoving his prick in and out of her mouth, left no doubt that he was ready to cum. Opening her mouth still more, and using her tongue in such a way that each time he thrust it into her mouth it would teasingly glide over his tender head of it, she thrust her finger still deeper into the boys asshole.
The almost screaming sound that came from the boy was accompanied by an almost immediate shooting out of hot juices into Jan's mouth. She drank of them thirstily, milking the shaft of his prick with her other hand, and at the same time rotating her finger deeply into his rear end.
Eddie's legs had almost doubled under him, and he was yelling his appreciation at what he was feeling. Grabbing hold of his young cock more firmly by the shaft, and arranging her mouth so that just the head and one inch of meat would get past her lips, Jan sucked viciously at the head of the boys prick, simultaneously milking the shaft and rotating her finger in his ass; the finger being more than half buried in there by now.
"Miss Parker," he screamed. "It's so good. Oh damn, it feels so good, Aaauuhhhhh. Again. Ooooooohhhhh. More. Eeeeeeeiie. Oh I'm cumming more. I'm going out of my mind. Ohhhh-aaaaauuuuhheeeiiaaoooohhhhhh. Can you feel my cum? Iiiiiiieeeeee. Your tongue. It hurts so good. Oh it's so wonderful. Ooooohh. Ooh. Oh."
Exhausted, his breath coming in shallow heaves, the boy collapsed against her, his arms locked tightly around her head. "Oh Miss Parker!" he exclaimed. "That was the most wonderful thing I've ever felt in my whole life. I...I...Ohhh it felt good. Please! Lets do it again like that. Oh Miss Parker, I love you." Then the boy broke down into sobs, and the two of them remained like that; the boy holding onto her and she holding onto his cock, the head of it still in her mouth, her tongue continuing to playfully tease it from time to time. Each time she would bring forth a weak sigh or moan.
Withdrawing her finger from his ass, Jan heard him give a loud gasp, then as he straightened she gave his lovely cock one last loving long suck and let the thing go. As he stepped back, she stood, and looking at him fondly, she pulled him to her.
"I just remembered that I'd never done that to you before Eddie, and I thought it was about time you knew how it felt. Now do you know why it feels so good to me when you do that? See how much nicer it can be?
Nodding his head vigorously, the boy whispered, "Yes, yes I see now. Now I understand why you like for me to do it to you so much. And I like to have you do it to me too, Miss Parker. I like it so much I thought I was going to die. Oh it was so wonderful."
They spent the rest of the night together, first fucking and then sucking each other. Eddie, thanks to being taught so expertly by Jan, had been able to control his climax until she had managed to cum twice when he ate her, and then on the last time she had begged him to let her taste his cum to. Letting go of his restraint, he had shot his first load of hot juice into her at the same time that he felt her own cum beginning to fill his mouth, and they had writhed about on the bed so violently that they had fallen to the floor, but so taken up in what they were doing were both of them, they hadn't even noticed until after they both lay panting.
When Eddie finally went home that night, Jan was more thoroughly satisfied then she'd ever been before in her entire life. She had been so completely fucked and sucked that she couldn't have managed to produce another drop of cum that night had her very life depended on it. In fact, she had been so much in a state of bliss she had fallen right to sleep, never even thinking of what waited for her the next day.
It wasn't until the next morning that she thought about it. Then she decided that she definitely wouldn't repeat the same mistake of going in early again, only to have one of the horrible beasts corner her and force his will upon her. She'd learned her lesson. If anything, she'd wait until just before classes were to begin, and if necessary even be a little late. Then she decided that that wouldn't be wise either, for the hallways would be deserted then and she just might run the risk of meeting one of them in the hallway. They would think nothing of forcing her to spend the first period in the basement with them, forcing her to do all sorts of unspeakable things. No she could only go into the building no more than a minute or two before the bell. Then the halls would be so crowded, that even were they to spot her she could manage to elude them. Confident that her plan would work, she set out a few minutes before time for classes to start and quickly walked the short distance to the school.
As she had planned the halls were filled, and she didn't encounter either of them on the way to the principal's office. When she opened her box her heart gave a jump as she noted the envelope containing the request for her qualification on top. Everything was working out just as she had planned, then she remembered that in the confusion of the last few days she hadn't had time to prepare them. Thinking frenetically of what she could do to keep her pupils occupied during the day so that they wouldn't bother her, she decided that she would give short quizzes to all the classes, and that would give her time to work up the answering letter.
Pleased with herself, she left the office and headed for her classroom, again successfully avoiding any confrontation with the two men she had grown to despise. Now she thought to herself, if only she could somehow slip out of the building before they noticed her that night she would be able to make at least one more day.
She got thru the day in splendid fashion, keeping her students occupied with examinations, that brought forth much moaning and groaning although not of the variety that she liked to hear. Long before days end she had finished filling out the questionnaire, then sealing it in an envelope she'd put it away in her handbag. Just as the bell rang signaling the last period for the day, she got up and went to the principal's office, and dropped the letter in the outgoing mail basket. Then, without waiting another minute she immediately left the building, determined not to take any chance on meeting one of the men at that late a date. She had successfully avoided them now for two days and she felt confident that she could do it for another two. All she had to do, she kept telling herself, was use her head and manage to stay out of their way. All she needed was two more days and she'd be free.
Briefly she thought about what they might think about her avoiding them. Realizing that they had no reason to suspect her true motives, she knew they would chalk it up to her desire not to be subjected to their cruelties. This she knew would only wet their appetites for her, but if she could just manage to get through Friday she'd be home free. It would be a simple matter to stay home the next Monday and wait for the telegram. She had no doubts that it would come; after all she was superbly qualified for the position they'd advertised for and, they wouldn't be able to find anyone anywhere with her experience who'd be willing to work for that kind of money.
Eddie wouldn't be over that night, since he'd had to attend some kind of affair with his father, and it would last long past the youngster's bedtime. But that didn't matter because Jan was so excited at the prospect of her plan working and actually getting away from here that she wasn't much in the mood anyway. Besides, she had planned on spending a large part of her weekend with him. It would after all be their last together for some time.
The next morning she duplicated the scene of the previous morning and again succeeded in eluding them, although she did catch a fleeting glimpse of Charlie at the far end of the hall. She couldn't be sure if he'd seen her or not. She was in such high spirits during the rest of the day, that when Charlie put in a direct appearance at her classroom door just as the final bell sounded she could have screamed her disappointment.
He waited patiently for all the children to noisily file out of the room, then advanced on her desk. She couldn't bring herself to look at this loathsome creature, the object that had caused her so much shame and suffering. That he planned more she had not the slightest doubt. She thought briefly of her chances of eluding him, then decided it was worth a try to try and bluff her way thru.
"Been kina' makin' youself scarce, aincha', " he grinned.
"I've been sick," she lied.
"Yea, so I heard. But you don't seem to be sick now."
"Well I am. I'm under a doctor's care and I have to get right home after work. He's going to be there to examine me again."
At this Charlie gave a derisive snort, and then replied caustically, "Bullshit, bitch. There ain't no doc waitin' for you. And as far as your getting examined is concerned, well me and old Parsons figured maybe we could take care of that little chore." Laughing at the double meaning of his own joke, Charlie winked at her and then went on. "We want you to come down and pay us a little visit after school. Just wait until everyone's left and then come down. We'll be waiting for you."
It was now or never Jan decided. If she could manage to bluff her way thru tonight she would be free, because tomorrow night she could easily get out of the building even telling them to go to hell if necessary, since she'd be gone by Monday. But tonight was the critical time. Taking a deep breath she said, "I told you that I can't make it tonight. I have got to get right home. Now you'll just have to accept that and make it another time. I have to see my doctor."
Charlie's eyes turned hard, and lowering his voice to little more than a whisper he growled, "If you ain't down in that boiler room by four-thirty, then me and Parsons will be in the boss's office at nine tomorrow morning, and you better not think I'm kidding either. Now you just don't show up and see what happens, bitch."
Then without another word he turned and left the room, leaving behind him a frightened and shaken teacher. From the tone in his voice she had no reason to doubt that they would carry out their threat of going to the Principal tomorrow morning if she failed to show up tonight. She groaned. She had been so close and yet so far away. Then knowing that she had no choice, and that she'd have to go thru one more session of their perversion, Jan steeled herself for the ordeal. She waited nervously for the appointed hour to arrive, and when it did she got up and walked mummy fashion down the hall to the door that led into the dreaded basement. She felt like vomiting.
As she descended the stairway, she saw Charlie come out of the room that would again be the scene of her debasement. There was a wide grin on his face when he saw her, and he let her walk past him into the room, then followed her and closed the door behind him. Old Parsons sat on the dirty cot, and at the sight of the young teacher, he gave the same toothless grin she'd come to know and hate so well.
"Look who done come to pay us a visit Parsons. It's the little school marm from upstairs. Now ain't that nice of her to come all the way down here just to try and cheer us up." Both men laughed heartily and Jan felt her stomach do flip-flops. She didn't know yet what it was that they had cooked up but she was sure of one thing; she wouldn't like it.
Then, the grin on his face vanishing as fast as it had appeared, Charlie barked the command, "Strip." Almost in a daze Jan began to slowly comply, taking off each garment slowly and mechanically, knowing the men were watching her closely but being unable to look at them. She could hear the familiar wheezing sound coming from the old man, and the deep breathing she knew belonged to Charlie.
Finally she stood naked before them, and as they traded vulgar comments about her body, and in particular about her cunt and tits she tried to think of something different, anything that would help her to endure what she must. Perhaps if she could concentrate on something far away, it would be easier on her. But she didn't know what they had in mind for her. Had she known, she wouldn't have come down no matter how much they threatened her.
After much conversation about her, Charlie finally walked over to a corner and brought forth a barrel. He laid in the cot then, indicated that Jan should lay across it. Not understanding what he was after she at first refused, but he grabbed her by the arm, and after applying enough pressure, forced her over it. The old man in the meantime, had produced some light nylon rope, and each piece had a loop in it. Quickly he slipped the loops over her slender wrists, then threw them back under the cot. While Charlie held her, he quickly tied the other ends to her ankles, resulting in her being securely fastened to the barrel; her hands and feet tied together.
Once the old man had finished, Charlie let her go and immediately she tried to free herself, finding that it was no use since the bonds were on tight. Although she didn't know for sure what it was they had in mind, from the way she was spread apart in the back, she feared that they planned on beating her, since her ass was grossly exposed. Raising her head, she watched as Charlie once more produced the jar of vaseline, chuckling to himself at the same time. Whatever it was they had cooked up it must be something awful she mused. They both were grinning from ear to ear. Standing in front of her now, Charlie spoke for the first time since she'd been tied down.
"Well Miss High and Mighty since you don't seem to want to cooperate with us we'll just have to make sure you don't give us no shit." Both of them laughed at that and the note of merriment in their voices forbade no good for her, she feared.
Once the zany laughter subsided, Charlie went on with his explanation, something that Jan noted he seemed to be taking a great deal of pleasure from. She wished he'd hurry and get to the point. He did.
"Since you've fucked us, and sucked both me and Parsons, we've decided to give you a break. We are going to give you a real treat. I'm going to," he paused briefly and leered at her, "fuck you in the ass."
She heard these words with absolute disbelief. She couldn't believe that they really meant to do it, but then remembering her trussed up position she felt the fear rising within her. That was something she'd never had done before, although she did know of a girl who'd done it. Later she'd confessed to Jan that it had been the most horrible and painful thing she'd ever had to endure. The thought of what Charlie's big cock would do to her poor little ass brought on a new wave of fierce struggles, but they went to no avail. Turning toward them, she began pleading seriously. "Please, not that. I'll do anything you tell me to except that. Please don't fuck me in the ass, especially not with that big cock of yours. You'll really hurt me. I'll let you ram your cock all the way down my throat again if you want. I'll suck Mr. Parsons off all he wants if you'll just not do that to me." When she finished she was almost in tears.
The sound of her pleading with them to spare her asshole only made Charlie laugh all the harder. The pleas also caused his dormant cock to begin rising sharply. Unzipping his fly, he displayed the large organ in front of her, then thinking to tease her a little with the possibility that he might change his mind, said, "You say you'll let me put it all the way down your throat again? Very well. Let's just see if you really mean it or are just bullshitting us. Open your mouth so's I can put it in. Then we'll see just how much you like your asshole just the way it is."
Sincerely willing now to suck his awful prick, in place of being fucked up the ass with it, Jan opened her mouth widely. Charlie advanced on her and soon the head of it was in her mouth. From her awkward position it was extremely difficult for her to suck him off, but trying valiantly to forestall the prospect of having that terrible weapon rammed into her ass she made every effort. Leaning her head back as far as she possibly could, straining every muscle in her neck in doing so, she managed to take in only six or seven inches of the meat. Moving her restricted head as much as she could she sucked furiously at the large prick, hoping that she would be successful in making Charlie cum, thereby causing him to forget about fucking her in the ass.
As she sucked away at him, Charlie ground his hips into her face trying to shove still more of his cock into her mouth. But because of the angle with which she had been forced over the barrel, no amount of pushing on his part could force it down her throat; even though she was gladly willing to let him do so. The angle at which his body lay in relationship to her tilted throat, made further entry impossible. That still didn't keep him from trying however, and he continued to thrust away at her open mouth.
But Charlie had never intended to forget about his plan to fuck Jan's ass. He'd thought about it ever since he'd put the jar of vaseline away after she'd used it to so expertly jack him off. He'd confided his plan to the old man, and after a little thought the older man had agreed to go along with the plan, provided that Jan would be forced to suck his limp dick while being fucked in the ass by
Charlie. Charlie in turn, clearly picturing the orgy in his minds eye, had thought that would be a great idea, and had promised him that he would do it.
They had waited for her the previous day, and when she had been successful in eluding them they had been furious; both being anxious to put their diabolical plan into immediate operation. They had gone to the main office later that evening, after having drank a great deal of cheap wine, and looked up her address and telephone number. Then they had gone to the address given, and after ringing the doorbell, had been greeted at the door by a great brute of a man who demanded to know what in the hell they wanted. When they wrongly thought that the man might be a boyfriend of hers, they said they'd rang the wrong bell by mistake, but unsatisfied, the man had demanded to know who they were looking for; threatening to call the police if they didn't have a satisfactory answer. Just at that moment Charlie had seen the face of a woman behind him, and realizing that this wasn't the apartment of Jan after all, had told him who they were looking for. They explained that they were from the school and that she had left a message for them to contact her.
Since they had been the people who had rented the apartment from Jan they knew her, and seeing the work clothes that the men wore, the man accepted their story. When they asked if he knew where she had moved to he'd told him he was sorry but he didn't. Then becoming suspicious again, he asked how come they didn't know if they worked at the school. Fortunately for them, they had brought along the card from the office that had Jan's old address on it, and producing it mentioned that Jan had just probably forgotten to tell the school of her change of address, and that they would remind her of it in the morning. Again satisfied that they were genuine, the man had said goodnight and closed the door.
The encounter had quickly sobered both of them, and they had gone straight home. They didn't want to take any more chances, and they knew that as long as they caught her at the school they would be safe. It was decided that Charlie would be outside her classroom as soon as the last bell rang and make damned sure she showed up. Besides, by now both were hopping mad at her for causing them so much trouble.
Now they had her and Charlie intended to make the most of it. By now the old man, fearing that from the way Charlie was plunging his cock repeatedly into the sweet mouth time and again, might have changed his mind was making frantic gestures to his partner in debauchery. Charlie only sneered back at him contemptuously. He really didn't like the old man, and the only reason he'd agreed to let him in on this was because had it not been for the old bastard's keen observation, all this wouldn't have been possible. But he still didn't intend to take no crap from the old son-of-a-bitch. He was enjoying himself, and there was plenty of time for him to get around to fucking her tender asshole.
However, he finally tired of the game, and becoming a little impatient himself now for the feel of the tight opening, he withdrew his organ from her mouth, it now glistening from the wetness of her mouth. Jan looked up at him frightened, wondering what she could have done to make him mad. She'd been sucking away as best she could and she had really been putting her heart into it. He had to see that and it wasn't her fault that the huge thing wouldn't go all the way in because of the way she had been forced to lay.
"Well bitch, you told me that I could put it all the way down your throat, and then you chickened out. Well I guess you know what that means. If your mouth don't get it your ass will," he laughed.
"Please! I tried to. You know that. If you'll just untie me you'll be able to get it all the way down like before. Please! don't fuck me in the ass. I really did try. It's just that in the position that I'm in, won't allow it to go into my throat. Please believe me," she pleaded.
"Bullshit," spat out Charlie. "You're just trying to stall, that's all I can say. If you really weren't trying to pull something you would not have been trying to suck me off so hard when it wasn't all the way in. You thought you could make me cum and then you wouldn't have to take it in the ass. Well it didn't work and now I'm going to give it to you. And on top of that, you're going to suck old Parsons off while I'm fucking you in the ass." He grinned evilly as he said the last, relishing the look of horror and fear on her face.
Unscrewing the top of the vaseline jar, Charlie dipped his fingers into it and began applying the gooey mess to his still glistening cock. Jan in the meantime, could only watch helplessly; knowing full well that now nothing could save her from having that thing jammed up her ass. The fact that it would hurt dreadfully was present in her mind, but primarily, she had always had a thing about not getting fucked in the ass, and up until now, she'd always managed to keep it that way. Now this pervert was going to do it.
While Charlie continued to work the vaseline into his cock, he unbuckled his belt with his free hand, and then let his trousers fall to the floor and stepped out of them. He wore no shorts of any kind, and this being the first time that Jan had ever seen the man even semi-nude she was shocked at the dirty texture of his skin. It looked as if he had never taken a bath in his entire life.
Grinning broadly now, Charlie began to circle her slowly. Jan, craning her head painfully, followed him with her eyes, and watched him slowly come behind her, knowing there was simply nothing that she could do about it. Once behind her Charlie advanced on her slowly; taking a great deal of pleasure from her struggles to see what was happening. Reaching down, he placed his hands on her hips, feeling her give a start when he touched her. He laughed again, a deep snarl of a laugh that made the blood run cold in Jan's veins. He was going to enjoy this he thought to himself. He'd given his cock up a woman's ass before, and he remembered with delight the sounds she'd made. But she'd been able to fight back, and he hadn't managed to get it all the way in. But the way she was tied down, she wouldn't be able to give him much trouble.
Slowly she felt the cheeks of her tender ass being spread apart, and closing her eyes, she swallowed hard. There it is she thought. I'm going to have it happen to me. He's really going to shove that big thing up me. Then she saw the old man moving in for a closer look and closed her eyes again. She just couldn't bear the thought of what was going to happen.
When the monstrous head of Charlie's cock touched her tender anus, she jumped again, and as he began pressing forward seeking entrance she immediately felt a stab of pain. Temporarily thwarted, Charlie again shoved his hips forward, this time succeeding in getting a little of the head thru the narrow opening. He heard her give a gasp. Pushing onward again, he managed to sink still more of the head into her tight ass, and this time she gave out with a definite moan of pain.
"Please don't. I just can't take it. It's going to hurt me too much. Both of you can do anything you want to with me, but please don't do this thing." A few tears had begun to run down her cheeks.
Her only answer was a wheezing cough from the old man. Then she felt Charlie again shove himself forward, then felt the horrible head gain full entrance to her virgin ass. Oh the pain, she thought. And he only has the head of the damned thing in. What's it going to feel like if he tries to get it all the way in? She tried not to think about that, the present pain being all she cared about.
Grasping her firmly about the hips now, Charlie pushed slow and steady, causing his erect cock to sink deeper and deeper into the brown hole. He ignored Jan's further pleas for mercy, and her cries of anguish, and concentrated solely on the job at hand. He had before him a nice tight ass hole and there wasn't anything that could stop him now.
In the meantime, the old man had leaned forward to watch the terrible rape with interest. This was something he'd never seen before, and in fact had never done before. He wished that his limber cock might somehow get hard enough to penetrate such a delicious looking thing, but realizing that it couldn't he forgot the idea. Then remembering that he'd been promised the pleasure of having her suck him off before it was all over, brought stirrings within his withered loins increased. Man this was really something he thought to himself. And here he had always thought that Charlie hadn't liked him. But he wouldn't have let him watch this if he didn't like him would he? No siree, he and Charlie were going to be good friends, and have lots of fun with this lovely creature.
The misery that Jan was having forced upon her ass was becoming more than she could bear. She was almost screaming now, and although she dreaded the thought of someone coming down and finding her like this and then having the whole story come out, she definitely preferred this to what was happening to her asshole. Then she remembered that the basement was soundproof, and she could have screamed as loud as she wanted and not a soul would hear her.
"How about it bitch," hissed Charlie. "Do you like having your tight little asshole reamed out? How does it feel?" The vulgar laugh was accompanied by a renewed attack on her already disabled ass and more of the cruel instrument plunged into her. She screamed out her protest, and again begged him to cease his torture. His only answer was to thrust still more of the gigantic meat into her, bringing forth still another cry of agony.
The old man by now had become exceedingly agitated, and he could feel his own usually stale tool coming rapidly to life. Seeing that Charlie had succeeded in planting almost his entire cock into Jan's now terribly stretched ass, he moved around in front of her, pulling forth his skinny prick as he walked. Thinking about how Charlie had fooled the girl by ramming his cock into her mouth at the same time that she had opened it, he decided that he could copy him. Thus once he was in front of her, he waited until she opened her mouth to cry out again and then thrust it in her open crevice.
"Ooohhh," screamed Jan. "It's just too big. Please take it out, and you can do anyth . . . 'glub, gurgle, gulp, slurp'. " At the introduction of the now almost hard cock into her mouth, Jan found herself unable to do more than mumble and gag out her protests. Opening her eyes she was sickened to find the dirty old man in front of her once more. She looked up into his face briefly, then averted her gaze, unable to bear the look of lust that shone brightly in his cloudy eyes. Unable to scream now that her mouth was full of cock, and at the same time still feeling the unbearable pain being visited continually on her burning asshole, Jan could only grunt and groan loudly each time that Charlie would pull his huge cock from her and then plunge it viciously into her again.
It seemed to her as if this combined torture, being fucked in the ass by a oversized prick, and the mouth by a stale musty one, had gone on for hours before she finally heard Charlie begin to groan louder than he was laughing and taunting her. Almost together she heard the wheezing of the old man also increase drastically, and it wasn't long before she felt the first stale drops of his rancid cum drop onto her tongue, then followed by a surprisingly large spurt, that succeeded in hitting her in the back of the mouth.
Though her asshole was already on fire, it burned still brighter as she felt Charlie jet a huge stream of cum into her. The liquid burned her harshly; her already tender tissues being rubbed raw by the constant irritation that they had received by the introduction of the huge prick. As it had continued to rub against the untroubled membranes, they had become sore and irritated, a condition that made the hot juice burn and irritate them even more.
As Charlie shot his cum into her, she felt his already generous cock swell still more, and the added pressure on her hurt tremendously. She thrashed about wildly, trying with every ounce of her strength to dislodge the unwelcome intruder from her rear end. Her writhing however seemed to prod Charlie on still further, and with each movement he would purposely slam his prick still harder into her. Although her screams were deeply muffled by the old man's cock in her mouth he could still hear them sufficiently loud enough to help stimulate him. He had almost reached the end of his cum however, and was slowing down.
At last he gave one last tremendous plunge into her and then held it there, dry humping her as the last drop of his juice dripped into her asshole. The old man in the meantime had finally discharged the last drop of his meager liquid onto her tongue and then both were still. The only sounds to be heard in the room were the heavy breathing of Charlie, the deep wheezing of the old man coupled with an occassional cough, and the steady moaning of Jan as she tried to withstand the still burning sensations in her hole.
Slowly Charlie withdrew his broken limb from her ass, reveling at the traces of cum, shit, and blood that still clung to it. As it finally fell free, he saw Jan almost collapse sideways, only being held erect by the bonds that still bound her to the barrel. The old man was still looking down at her face, his prick, now limp as ever still in her mouth. Motioning the old man back, Charlie walked around in front of her and looked at her face.
Her eyes shut tight, her face still contorted in pain, was streaked with tears. Her breathing was irregular if a little jerky, and an occasional groan still escaped through her lips. Pleased with what he had done to her, Charlie smiled to himself. Well, he thought to himself, I sure as hell gave the bitch a fucking she'll never forget. In fact it will probably be at least three days before she'll be able to shit properly and then only by remembering what his cock had done to her. Then he frowned as he realized that he probably had really hurt her ass, and that if he were to repeat the act too soon, there was the possibility that he just might actually do irreparable harm. Oh well, he sighed, within a week, it'll be as good as new, and then I can have another go at it. He looked at the old man and couldn't keep the feelings of contempt from showing through. The old man only smiled his toothless smile back at him.
Deciding that the girl had had about all she could take for the night Charlie decided to let her go. Untying the bonds that held her ankles, he quickly let her wrists free and then pulled her to her feet.
"OK bitch," he said. "I guess that's all for now. You can go, but just remember that we'll let you know when we want you again. And make sure that you keep yourself available. Maybe even tomorrow night." Thinking that he would indeed look her up again the following night, he just remembered that he wouldn't be able to since he had already made plans to attend a union meeting. Usually he skipped this but the one tomorrow night was important because of the elections. He had to be there since he was going to be elected as a shop steward. There wasn't any pay connected with it but it did carry some prestige, and there was sort of a rule that a shop steward never got fired no matter what he did. This was the main reason he wanted the post, so he could fuck off all he wanted to and not have to worry about no pesky Principal poking his nose into his business. But to get it he'd have to show up. Besides he'd already spent a great deal of money on booze for some of the boys at the other schools in politicking and they had promised to vote for him. He didn't want to see that all go to waste. As much a shame as it was he'd just have to wait until later to get fucked by this broad some more. But then he rallied when he realized that by that time she should be in good shape again.
Jan had stumbled and would have fallen had Charlie not reached out and grabbed her. Finally steadying herself, she managed to hobble over to a wooden chair, her ass still on fire. The sight of the poor girl hobbling, her feet spread wide apart, only brought more amused chuckles from the dirty duo. When Jan finally managed to sit down, she had to quickly shift to one side in order to avoid the sharp pangs of pain that shot through her. Her asshole was ruined for good, she remembered thinking to herself. The son-of-a-bitch has torn it up good and proper. I won't be able to shit for a week. Then another groan escaped from her, and she worried about the present, and more especially how she would manage to get home in this condition.
His voice harsh, Charlie said, "That's enough fucking around bitch. Get dressed and go home. I'm tired of looking at you. And just don't you try nothin' cute like trying to hide out on us again, or the next time it'll be even worse. Understand?" When he didn't get an answer, save for a low moan, he again repeated, this time louder, "Understand?"
Jan nodded her head, too pained inside to care. She didn't care what they said now, just so long as they left her alone. The knowledge that they didn't intend torturing her any more that night, and that she could dress and leave seemed to give her renewed strength. Using her small remaining reserve of will power, she managed to totter to her feet and waddle over to her discarded clothing. When she tried to raise one leg to put on her panties, she found the movement too painful, so deciding to go without her under things, she pulled on her blouse and skirt and stuffed the rest in her handbag. Not bothering to fix her face or comb her hair, she moved off toward the stairway leading out of her private hell.
When she came up outside, she was glad to find that her ordeal had taken so long that it was already dark outside. She made it home without being seen, and once inside, collapsed on the bed, wracked by hysterical sobs. She had to get away. She had to do it now, and there wasn't anything in the world that would stop her. She would call the principal tomorrow with her carefully contrived story about the sick relative and never go back to the horrible school. Just the thought that those two animals might try to use her again made her go into dry heaves.
She had lain there for a long time, and gradually her strength returned. Painfully she got up and undressed, then going into the bathroom she ran a tubful of hot water. Perhaps soaking in a tub of water would help soothe away her aches. She hoped so. As she gently lowered herself into the water, she felt a series of shooting pains as the warm water found its way into the widely spread crevice she now had in her ass, and while it burned viciously for awhile, the hurt soon left arid the soft, warming effect of the soothing water worked its magic. She soaked away leisurely, adding more hot water as that in the tub cooled. She dozed slightly in the tub, and began feeling better. She had been in the tub for over an hour before she felt like she could manage to get out. She did feel a little better and some of the soreness had left. But the pain was still in her hole, and she knew that it would be several days before it vanished.
She had definitely made up her mind that she would call in--in the morning and announce that she was no longer coming in. She didn't care what they might say at this point. She wouldn't even go by for her final check but have them mail it to her. She would do nothing to take any chances of ever meeting those two barbarians again. What they had done to her that night was the lowest thing anyone could have ever done. She hated them so much she wished she could kill them.
Gently she spread some medicated cream on her torn and sorely used hole, and then climbing between the cool sheets, lay there thinking. Although she was exhausted, it was many hours before she managed to fall into a troubled sleep. She thought of Eddie and how much she would miss him, and then decided that she would risk calling him at school in the morning, after she'd notified them of her departure. At least he could come over and she could tell him goodbye. She didn't yet know exactly what it was that she would say to him, but she knew that she would just have to make the boy understand somehow.
Before she went to sleep she decided that she'd wait here until Saturday and that if she hadn't heard from the school by then she'd leave anyway, and take a chance on dropping by unannounced. She had to think of some logical excuse for doing so but she was just too tired to think of that now. She'd think of something, of that she was sure.
The next morning she called the Principal and told him her story. He was very much disappointed that she would be leaving them, and even more so that she had to leave so near the school terms end, but he assured her that he understood, and then told her that if things at home improved she would be more than welcome to come back. At any rate he expressed hopes that she certainly would be back the next year. Fat chance Jan thought to herself.
After instructing him to mail her check to her at an address of a friends she knew slightly in New York City, and whom she was sure she could count on to keep quiet, she hung up and walked into the breakfast nook. After sipping a cup of coffee, and sure that the break period between the first and second periods would be in process she called the school and asked for Eddie. A student always answered the phone, and didn't recognize her voice. She could hear Eddie being paged on the intercom. Soon he was on the phone, and when she told him that it was very important that he come by the apartment again that evening, he willingly agreed. Hanging up, Jan went into the bathroom, and with her hand mirror inspected the damage that had been done to her rear end the night before.
She was surprised to see that as the result of the hot soaks and the cream her asshole looked almost normal, except for a little redness around the outer edges. Also most of the soreness inside her had vanished except for an occasional twinge. Satisfied that no permanent damage had been done, and that she was well on the way to recovery, Jan walked into the kitchenette, poured herself a cup of coffee, lit a cigarette, and settled down to await the arrival of Eddie.
Her farewell with Eddie had been long and tearful. Over and over again the boy had asked her if she was leaving because of something he'd done, and although she told him the same story of the sick relative who needed her help, he still kept insisting that she was leaving because of something he'd done. The real and deep pain in his young eyes had caused her equal pain, and she'd spent long hours holding the boy and trying to soothe him. Finally the youngster accepted the inevitable and, kissing her firmly vowed that he would love her forever, and wait for her even longer. Promising him faithfully that she would see him again soon, she began to massage his prick, determined that the lad would have one last night of pleasure in spite of any discomfort it might give her.
Their last fuck together was long and satisfying for both, in spite of Jan's occasional twinges. The boy was extra gentle, almost as if he sensed that this would be the last time he'd ever make love to her again. Jan managed to cum three times under his now expert administrations, and when he'd finally shot his now man sized load into her it had felt better than she could remember it ever having felt. She couldn't help a tear or two as she sensed that this would be the last time she'd ever feel this boy that she'd turned into a man within her.
After their bout in bed, they'd gone into the kitchen and Jan had made him some hot chocolate and herself coffee. As they sat there both were silent for a long time, neither daring to look at the other. Once the boy had attempted to say something, but when his voice choked up on him he remained silent. Finally in an effort to make their parting at least a pleasant memory, Jan had pulled him to her, and then honestly told him just how much he'd meant to her, and also told him of the degree of total sexuality that he now possessed. She spoke of the many girls who would chase him, and beg him to fuck them. The thoughts of other women had seldom entered his mind, but, like all younger people, he had thought of a few girls at school, and he had noticed them looking at him. The thought of one of them begging him to fuck them materialized in his young dream world and he smiled to himself.
After much coaxing by Jan the boy felt better and finally got up to leave. At the door, he took her once more in his arms and told her of an undying love, told her he would wait for her forever. He left, and Jan watched him walk into the street, a lone and lonely figure, with hands thrust in pockets and his head down. She never saw him again.
The next morning Jan was awakened by the phone ringing. Answering it, her heart quickened a beat as she heard the operator inform her that it was Western Union calling and that they had an important message for her. The operator read the message and then said they would deliver the written message later in the day. Jan didn't care one fuck for the written message, since the one she'd heard was that she was accepted on the staff, and to come immediately.
She hung up the phone, and then quickly picked it up again and dialed information. Getting the number of the train station, she called and found that there wouldn't be a train available with space for a compartment until the next day. The thought of staying over still another day frightened her, but she found that the only available thing would be a coach chair. The prospect of spending almost twenty-four hours sitting up didn't exactly appeal to her, so, feeling safe until at least Sunday, she made a reservation.
