It had been an unusually harsh winter that year, and blonde Susan Slater wondered if it would ever end. Even as the temperature started climbing and the trees started budding, there was snow on the ground all through April.
All that had changed now. She maneuvered her small Honda along the lonely Massachusetts road, traveling farther and farther away from her home in Boston, delighting in the sights and smells of the late spring, made all the more pleasing because of the last winter.
Susan loved spring. The increase of warmth allowed her to lower her car window, letting the racing air whip through her full, shoulder-length hair. She knew she shouldn't do something like that. After all, she had to look her best when she talked to Randy Wilkens in just a little while. Jobs were hard to get, and she knew she would have to make the best impression on this man possible, even though she had been assured by her college that everything was taken care of.
She found it hard to actually believe in her good fortune. She had wanted to teach music in the schools ever since she could remember. Before she went to college, she was certain that as long as she practiced hard and did her very best, she would be able to fulfill her life's goal.
After she had gotten into college though, things began to happen all across the country. Money was getting tight everywhere, and schools were cutting back on those things they considered "Non-essential courses." Art classes had been the first to be dropped, and by the time Susan had become a sophomore she could see the hand writing on the wall. Things might improve in the future, perhaps after she had been out of college for a couple of years, but in the mean time, she might have to take some job she hated while she waited for the improvement.
She carefully watched educational trends all through her junior year, seeing that things were not getting better. If anything, they were getting worse. First the public schools were cutting back, and then many private schools. Everyone offered the same reason for letting music teachers, art teachers and other so called non-essential professionals go. Lack of money. Susan didn't think it was fair. She had worked so hard, practiced so much, increased her skill to such a fine point that she was convinced that when her time came, she would be able to find a teaching job with little trouble.
Realization that she might have a hard time came when she learned that her old music teacher had been fired after twenty years of teaching in the same school. That had been in the dead of the last winter, and the season matched Susan's mood at the time.
All that had changed now. She had been asked, almost pleaded with, to take charge of a young orchestra, one that was being formed from the players of an all-girl school and an all boy school. Susan's advisor in college had known that Susan would be perfect for the job, and while Susan knew that the money she got for her services would be less than she'd hoped for, it would be a start. She would get the references she needed, the experience she had to have and the joy she had been seeking all her life. She would be working with children, and talented ones at that. As winter became spring, Susan's life looked as though it was doing a complete turn-around from dispair to happiness.
She knew very little about what she was supposed to do. All the details would be taken care of in her conference with Randy. As she finished her drive and pulled her small car into the parking lot, she checked herself in the rear-view mirror. She smiled slightly as she noticed that her hair was indeed a mess, though strangely attractive in that state. She fished through her purse for her hair brush and passed it through her hair several times, making sure the center part was clean and sharp. She never wore make-up, her pert face naturally lovely without it. Her hazel eyes took in the radiant beauty of her fresh young look, made all the more fresh by the change of seasons. After straightening out her white cotton blouse, she stepped from the car, standing for a moment in the patch of sunlight that bathed her parking place. It felt good to be able to stand outside without having to wear a heavy coat against the chilling winter winds. The gentle breeze that existed now billowed her skirt slightly, causing it to rise upward along her trim, lush-looking thighs, revealing even more of her sensual beauty. The sensation of the air wafting against her upper legs caused an excited tingling sensation to ripple through her body, and she felt more and more excited about the coming year with every step she took toward the modern looking school.
She tried to calm her mind down some. It wouldn't do to appear too anxious, she knew. She wanted to look mature and calm for Randy, and even though her heart was pounding in her chest, she preserved her out-ward calm look.
Just as she arrived at the front door of the school, the bell rang, and she was suddenly caught in a screaming yelling crowd of young boys being dismissed for the day. They, like herself, seemed to be caught up in the wonderful change of seasons, and for a moment, seemed to take no notice of her as she stood in the door way and watched them disperse in the school yard.
When she took several steps into the building, though, she found that some of the boys, especially the younger ones, were actually avoiding her. Several groups who were engaged in conversation saw her and stopped talking, while they looked at her as though she were a leper. She tried to make friendly conversation with one little boy by asking him where the school office was, but he trembled as she approached.
Susan knew that there were no female teachers in this school, and she began to wonder if that might have something to do with this strange behavior. She had never had any problem with children before, and she hoped that this was not some sort of omen of how things were going to be going for her in the future. She believed that she would have to make friends with the children she would be working with, and that wouldn't be possible if all of them were going to be afraid of her.
She managed to find the office without the help of the little boy, and she entered the sterile white room, seeing the secretary behind the desk, getting ready to leave.
"Uh . . . excuse me," Susan said, standing in front of the desk. "I'm here to see Mr. Wilkens."
The secretary, an old haggard lady, looked up at Susan with a scowl on her face. "May I have your name please," she said, the tone in her voice letting Susan know that this old lady was going to be none too friendly.
"Susan Slater," the young blonde said, forcing a smile in the hopes that she would be able to cut through the secretary's icy frown. It didn't work, though. The secretary continued to be unfriendly.
"Susan Slater to see you, sir," she said into the office intercom, never once taking her eyes off Susan's body.
"Send her in," Susan heard Randy say.
Susan thanked the secretary and walked through the heavy wooden door.
"Well.. . well, well," a young looking man said as he came to a standing position behind his desk to greet Susan. "So you're Susan Slater. I've heard so much about you, I thought I knew everything there was to know. They never told me that you were so lovely."
His smile was warm and friendly, and as Susan took his extended hand, she found a thrill in the powerfulness of his grip. For a moment, Susan was 'cascaded into the world of her memories. Even though Randy, Mr. Wilkens she corrected herself, looked to be in his late thirties, his manner and handsome looks reminded her so much of Larry Stopard, her boy-friend from high school, that she was certain Mr. Wilkens could pass for Larry's father without too much trouble.
"Sit down, sit down," Randy told her, his eyes twinkling as they rested here and there along Susan's lush, ripe body.
Susan did as he asked, gracefully crossing her left leg over her right, making her skirt hem rise nearly all the way to mid-thigh. It was an action she did without thinking, and she was so excited about getting this job that she never noticed Randy's eyes fixing on the expanse of cream-white flesh exposed by her position. He took his seat behind his desk, noting that, as he sat down, he could gaze at Susan's legs all the way up to her black nylon panties, contrasting sharply with her alabaster flesh. He stared long and hard at her covered pussy, mentally removing her panties and envisioning the soft, golden triangle of her cunt. Even though Randy was married, his wife was not nearly as lovely as this young college coed, and with all the other teachers at the school being men, Susan was something he didn't get to see all that often.
Finally he came out of his trance. He was glad that he was sitting behind his desk. As soon as Susan had sat down, his cock began swelling, and he could feel it pressing painfully against his pants. He'd never be able to hide an erection like that.
"I'm really worry you had to drive out here," he said. "Most of what I have to say could have been taken care of over the phone."
"What do you mean?" Susan asked, suddenly fearing that she might not have the job on which she had placed all her hopes.
"Well, you know, things like how we expect to get organized, what we expect from you, important things, but mostly conversation."
The fact of the matter was, Randy was very glad Susan had come out. Talking to her wouldn't have been as much fun as looking at her. Even as he spoke, he let his eyes travel from her shapely thighs to her blouse. He noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra, that her full, luscious-looking breasts were firm and well-rounded without artificial confinement. Her clothing, while not too tight, was close fitting enough so he could see the cherry-sized nipples of her sensuous globes pressing against her thin material. Her soft, delicate hands were resting casually in her lap, and Randy was certain that just feeling her slender fingers circling around the hardened expanse of his blood-swollen penis would really set him off. Oooooohhh . . . but he wanted to fuck her right then and there. His wife was sure going to get a screwing when he got home whether she wanted it or not. She usually didn't.
Time passed very quickly as Randy told Susan what the school had in mind. With money being tight everywhere, both his school, and the all girl school less than a mile away, had decided that they would combine their orchestras and put on the yearly concert. For some strange reason, neither director of the orchestra had felt capable enough to handle a situation like that, and both schools had gotten together, scraped up enough money to hire an outsider to handle the arrangements, and looked through the local colleges for someone who could use the experience.
"When we got your file from the college," Randy said, "we knew we had found what we were looking for."
"I hope I won't disappoint you," Susan said, her lovely face beaming with hope and happiness.
"I'm sure you won't," Randy smiled, fixing his gaze on her lovely lips. Damn! Having them locked tightly around his penis would be so wonderful. If he played his cards right, getting into this little cunt might be well worth having his wife pissed off at him. He couldn't remember the last time he had had a really good fuck. Too long, that was for sure.
"Now, do you have any questions?" Randy asked her. "I realize that this is something a little new for you."
"Yes, it is rather new," Susan agreed. "But I really can't think of anything.. . Will the concert be given here?"
"Yes it will," Randy informed her. "We have the larger auditorium of the two schools. We're hoping for a sell out crowd, which means bringing in more people than just the parents of the students."
"Well, I'll do my best to see that that happens," Susan said as she came to a standing position. To Randy's slight dismay, her skirt slid down her smoothly fleshed legs to her knees, removing from his view the pleasing sight of her panties. "I wonder if I might be able to see the auditorium," Susan asked suddenly. "I'd like to get the feel of the place."
"Fine," Randy said. "I'd love to show it to you, but I really have to get home." To my fucking wife, he added thoughtfully. Well, there'll be plenty of other opportunities with this one. "It's on this floor. Go out the office door, turn to your right and walk to the end of the hall. The door is unlocked, and as far as I know, there's no one in there."
"Thank you," she said, so happy that things were working out she failed to notice Randy's eyes roaming over her body.
She found the auditorium with no trouble. As Randy had said, it was empty, and her footsteps echoed through the huge room. The stage, though smaller than her college's, was more than adequate for what she had in mind. She didn't know how many children she would be working with. She realized that she should have asked Randy about that, but she would find out tomorrow, when everyone got together for the first rehearsal.
She took a seat in the front row, hearing in her mind the pleasing sounds of the music she would have the orchestra perform. She was convinced that she would have them play Beethoven's Fifth Symphony. If there was anything that would bring in as many people as possible, it was the grand master of music, and the symphony was so good that it would be impossible to ruin, even by the least skilled of players. While Susan knew that she would be working with talented children, she had no illusions about them. She would not be working with the Boston Symphony Orchestra. That was for damn sure!
As she sat in the front seat, she tried to envision what the auditorium would look like on the night of the concert, but that thought just wouldn't jell.
What did form in her mind was Randy Wilkens and how much he reminded her of Larry Stopard.
And then she forgot all about Randy Wilkens and fixed all her attention of Larry. She thought she had forgotten all about him, but being here in the auditorium brought her memories flooding back through her mind, as though everything had happened the day before.
It had been in high school, in an auditorium very much like this one. Susan and Larry were both seniors, graduating in about a month. They had seen a great deal of each other over the four years they went to classes together. While Larry had dated some other girls, and Susan had dated a few other boys, the closeness that they formed with each other was something that would never be. broken.
Or so they had thought.
Susan could remember that night so clearly now as she sat in the front row of the empty auditorium. Larry was a half-back for the school team, Susan was the lead violinist, and the two of them were certain that they would be going to college together to further their careers.
Susan played her very best for the concert that night, occasionally looking into the audience and seeing Larry sitting as close to the front as he could. He never missed her concerts, even though he had told her many times that he did not especially like the music she played. Of course, that worked both ways. She never missed a football game, even though she did not understand a thing about it.
After the concert, while the other players were putting away their instruments, Susan watched hopefully. Larry had promised to take her to an expensive restaurant later, sort of a celebration of her being accepted into a college not far from Boston, their home.
As time passed, though, Larry didn't show up. One by one, the other members of the orchestra left, wishing Susan good luck and saying that they would see her in school the next day.
Finally, she was all alone, and she couldn't understand what had happened to Larry. She was certain she had seen him in the audience. What could have happened to him in the twenty feet from the front row to the back stage?
Finally, while she was putting her violin away and trying to think of what she should do, she heard a faint clapping.
Lifting her head, she saw Larry, almost hiding behind the curtains.
"LARRY!" she exclaimed. "Where have you been? I was getting so worried about you."
"I. . . I had some business to take care of," he told her, his usual smile missing from his strikingly handsome face. "I'm afraid we won't be able to celebrate tonight. Or ever, for that matter."
There were times when Larry liked to play little jokes, but there was something about his tone of voice that caused a chill to race through Susan's evening gown-clad body. She couldn't remember a time when Larry had looked so somber.
"What's the matter?" she said, bracing herself for the worst.
Larry took several steps toward her and held her in his arms. While they had kissed and petted from time to time, she was feeling in him something different than she had ever felt before. His hands began moving up and down her bare back as his lips pressed tightly against hers. She could sense in that moment that something was wrong. Very wrong.
She pulled her face away from him and gazed deeply into his boyish brown eyes.
"I've been accepted in college," he said. "As a matter-of-fact, I've been offered a football scholarship."
"But. . . but that's what you wanted," she said, still not understanding what the matter was.
"I know, but I've been accepted at the University of Southern California. I was talking to the scout tonight after the concert. He'd come all the way to the East coast here just to see me, and my parents told him that I was here. After the concert, he and I had a talk. He wants me to come out there as soon as I can to start practicing with the team. I have to leave tomorrow afternoon."
It took a few moments for what he was telling her to really sink in. She stared at him long and hard, making sure he wasn't just teasing her.
"That.. . that means we won't be going to college together," she said softly, beginning to realize that all her plans for the future were for naught.
"It means more than that," he told her. "We won't even be able to graduate from high school together. Practice at USC starts well before finals here do. I'll be taking my tests out there."
They looked at each other. Susan was fighting to hold back tears of unhappiness. She had never once thought that things would not be the way she and Larry thought they would be, but there was nothing she could do about this turn of events. On one hand, she was glad for Larry. Playing football in college was very important to him. He wanted to be a professional some day, and he would have to play for a decent college to make that happen.
But she was unhappy for herself. She wished that he could have played for a nearby college. He had applied to several, but apparently nothing had come of them.
"I shouldn't even be back here," he told her in a voice that was barely audible. "I really have to go home and pack. Everything happened so fast that I'll just barely be able to get some clothes together. Mom's washing them now. But I had to say good-bye to you before I left."
They looked at each other in silence for a very long time. They had become so close during their four years that Susan felt as though she was losing her right arm.
"Hold me," she whispered. "Hold me tight."
Larry complied, running his hands lightly over her satin smooth back as he searched through his mind for something to say.
In that moment, Susan could feel herself growing up . . . becoming a woman. She had never known what it was like to lose someone she loved, but she was feeling a pain now that she was certain would never get over.
She trembled as she pressed her body tightly against Larry's, her breasts flattening against his muscular chest. Even though they had been dating and petting for years, they had never gone all the way with each other. Now, Susan was convinced that they never would.
* * *
And then she had a thought.. . a thought that had come to her many times, but one that she was almost afraid to bring out in the open. She and Larry would never see each other again. There had to be a better ending to this friendship than a hug and a kiss! There had to be!
"Larry," she breathed into his ear. "We can still celebrate."
She heard Larry's chuckle of resignation. "We don't really have time for dinner now," he said.
"I wasn't thinking about dinner," she told him as she pulled away from him.
"Then what?" he asked.
Susan smiled at him for a moment, and then indicated that he should follow her. She lead him to the small lounge back stage and sat on the couch. She settled herself down, leaning back on her elbows. The slit of her gown parted as she crossed her legs sensually, exposing her thighs all the way to the panties she wore. She patted the cushion next to her, indicating that Larry should sit down.
Larry was taken back for a moment. He thought he knew what she had in mind, but he wasn't sure. He would hate to make a fool of himself by thinking one thing and then finding that he was wrong.
Susan couldn't believe the feelings that were running through her as she looked at Larry looking back at her. All the other times they had petted, they both seemed to know where to stop. This time, Susan was determined that she would go all the way with Larry. She would offer him a going away present that he would never forget. She would give him her hymen.
As soon as she convinced herself that she could go through with it, she found that she was getting more excited than she had ever been. Larry would make her a total woman. He would be the first man to make love to her.
She could feel the first tiny dewdrops of moisture seeping from her tingling vaginal lips and soaking her tight fitting panties, staining them darkly. She smiled as she saw that Larry was beginning to understand what she had in mind. His cock was swelling, tenting the cloth of his pants, and she gasped slightly as she thought of having his hot hardness plunging through her cuntal folds and making her whole.
"I.. . I want you to make love to me," she said softly, quickly, before she lost the courage. She had read many things about a woman's first time, and she was determined that she would be everything Larry could want, for only by being that way could she herself feel total fulfillment.
Larry's breath hitched in his throat as he continued to stand in front of her, ignoring her hand patting the couch. His eyes widened as she reached behind her dress and pulled down the zipper. The front of her dress fell to her waist, exposing her large full breasts and their ripe pink nipples.
"God! You're . . . you're lovely," he hissed.
Even though he had massaged her breasts several times in the past, his hands had always been separated from her creamy white flesh by either her blouse or bras that she would wear.
This time, he knew that he would be fucking her completely, and he hoped that he would be everything she wanted. Like Susan, Larry had never made love.
Susan seemed to be in more control than Larry. She could see that he was a little confused, and she was determined that she would end that. She stood up from the couch and removed the rest of her gown, standing before him clothed only in her cum-soaked panties. Then, biting on her lower lip, she slithered out of the skimpy nylon garment, exposing herself completely to Larry's slightly confused gaze.
Larry managed to collect his thoughts after a moment and reached out to her, taking her in his muscular arms and pressing his lips tightly against hers as he lowered her back onto the couch. She arched up and curled her arms around him to pull him down on her, and one of his legs jammed tightly between her open thighs. She was wonderfully supple and soft, and her voluptuous body was glued against his as though she were a part of him. She wanted to merge with him, to become one with him.
Her thigh moved up against his groin, scraping against his painfully erect penis as he ground his lips hungrily into hers. He could feel the wetness of the seminal fluid that was seeping from the lust-swollen tip of his aching, hard cock. It smeared against his leg inside his trousers and he wondered if she could feel the dampness through the material. He sure as hell knew he could feel her cuntal emissions through his pants.
Her thigh continued massaging against him, exciting him more and more until he thought he would explode. His blood-engorged penis was jerking now, and he hoped he wouldn't cum at the increasing pressure.
Larry thrust his tongue far into her mouth, and delighted as she sucked and gently bit on it, nibbling with her sharp, white, even teeth, creating electric chills that ran up and down the length of his spine. To escape for a moment the overpowering teasing sensation, the aroused young high school senior pulled his lips away and placed his cheek against Susan's hair, hoping that he would be able to do everything correctly. He wasn't sure if he loved Susan or not, just as he wasn't sure if she loved him. Perhaps the closeness they felt for each other would have developed into love had they been able to go to college together. Perhaps they would have married and lived happily ever after. Anything could have been possible.
But now none of that was possible. They were going to share their last moments together, tightly locked in passionate embrace, each giving and receiving the totality of their shared feelings for each other. If it wasn't love, it would have to do.
Larry became aware that Susan was quivering beneath him, and that her thighs had parted even more and were pressing impatiently on either side of his hips.
"Larry? Do you . . . do you want to fuck me?" she asked in a demure voice, her breath coming deep, her full rounded breasts heaving and falling with every lung full of air she took.
"Yes! God, yes," he answered, her words exciting him more than he would have thought possible.
"I. . . I want to hear you say it," she breathed lightly into his ear. "I want to hear you tell me that."
"I want to fuck you, Susan," he said. "I want to fuck you."
This was the moment of truth, and Susan knew it. In spite of all that had happened in the last fifteen minutes or so, she knew that if she asked him to leave, he would, and without questioning her.
But she didn't want him to leave. She herself had become so passionately aroused that for her, there was no turning back. She wondered if Larry were as aroused as she was.
"Oh God!" she moaned, nearly throwing him from her passionately squirming body. "Get your clothes off. Hurry. I want to see you naked."
Neither Susan nor Larry gave any thought as to where they were. As far as they were both concerned, they were alone on a desert island. There wasn't another human for thousands of miles. The world existed for just the two of them.
Quickly, Larry rose from the couch and began taking off his clothes. A strange mounting excitement rippled over him as he dropped his pants and shorts to the floor and stood over Susan as she lay nakedly back and waiting on the couch, his cock standing out in full erection in front of him.
Susan lifted herself slightly and altered her position, allowing her totally naked body to present itself in full view of Larry's roaming eyes. She looked up at him standing starkly naked above her, and her eyes zeroed in on his long, hard penis jutting proudly from his hairy loins. For a moment, her mouth went dry with her increased arousal at seeing him like this. Then she said, "it's lovely, Larry. Your penis is so beautiful. I want it. I want it deep inside me, twisting around in my cunt. Oh God! I want you to fuck me!"
Never before had Susan said anything like this to anyone, but somehow, the words seemed so natural now that neither she nor Larry noticed anything strange about them.
Larry was as eager as she was to feel her cunt around his cock, and he lowered his naked muscular frame next to her on the huge couch, pulling her tightly against him. He moved one hand down along the back of her smooth body to her well rounded buttocks, perfectly developed despite her age, and cupped their beautifully shaped firmness. Her naked young body was warm and soft against his as she raised her face to him and locked her mouth to his lips, her hand squeezing between their bodies, groping toward his iron-hard penis.
Larry could not stifle his gasp of delight as her cool fingers closed around his lust-stiffened hardness, and he pressed his head forward to moistly return her passionate kiss. Her steaming feminine odor was maddening, a sensual heat he had never known from her before, one that reminded him of dark, jungle glades. The now panting young woman crushed the full length of her velvety body against his well-muscled frame and ground her pelvis tightly against him. Then she twisted almost frantically and pulled him over on top of her, opening her legs wide and inviting him to come between them.
In mounting excitement Susan crushed Larry to her and ran her hands searchingly up and down his hard young body, eagerly exploring all over him. She wished she had done this before with him, so she would know better what he liked and how to give it to him. But she realized that there was no time to be wasted with thought. There was no doubt in her young mind that she wanted him to fuck her. Even though she had no experience with total sex before, she trusted Larry enough to know that she would love what he was going to do to her. If her feelings now were any indication of how she would feel a little later, when he finally made that first thrust with his cock up into her tight, virgin cunt, she knew that she was about to be sent to heaven with sheer bliss.
She could feel his hot thick penis resting against her thighs, pressing into the narrow hair-lined crevice of her vaginal slit. She arched her body for a moment, levering both her and Larry up off the couch with the strength of her back, and reached down under her buttocks with both hands, pulling her now wetly throbbing pussy lips slowly apart, giving his penis greater contact with her moist, sensitive flesh. Then she relaxed, dropping her nakedly quivering body back onto the couch, Larry's rigid penis trapped tightly between her thighs.
Susan was becoming more and more proud of herself as the seconds quickly passed. She was glad that she was able to drop all inhibitions she might have otherwise had. She didn't understand all of what she was doing, other than the fact that she was following her instincts to the fullest. She was glad that she was able to do this. The new pressure of his cock in her cuntal slit like this shot pin wheels of delight through her moistly aroused pussy. She shivered with increased delight as she felt him slip his hands beneath her softly rounded shoulders, and then ran them down the soft curves of her spine, moving almost imperceptibly as she undulated her naked body up against him in a slow teasing rhythm. Her taught muscles rippled sinuously, indicating the powerful strength hidden in her lush, young form. The cords of her thighs tensed against his hips, and she knew that she would find even more strength later on, when he actually entered her with his stalwart cock.
"Ooohhh.. . GOD! You feel.. . so.. . good . . . " she whispered, and squirmed her smooth flat belly close up to him. Her nails scratched slowly across his back, leaving small red welts in their wake.
Larry pushed his hands farther down beneath her, once again cupping her soft warm ass-cheeks in the palms of his hands as he pulled her naked vaginal plane up tighter against him. He undulated his body slowly, sliding his hardened shaft of flesh up and down her wide-spread slit, feeling her growing hotter and wetter with each passing second. Susan's hips began a more desperate rotation up against his loins. She had known that making love would be a lot more exciting then merely petting, but she hadn't known how much more exciting. The newness of this totality, and the knowledge that this was only the beginning filled her with a passion she would never have dreamed existed, and without warning, her legs snaked out wide on either side of Larry and her calves locked tightly against the backs of his thighs, pulling him as tight to her as she humanly could.
"Oooooohhh . . . now . . . now . . . fuck me now. .she moaned into his mouth, her eyes clenched tightly shut, her pelvis grinding with a savage impatience.
The gasping young man started to move, this being as new to him as it was to her, but Susan beat him to it. Her hand came down between their merged bodies and circled around his madly throbbing cock, guiding it between the hair-rimmed lips of her lust-moistened cunt. Larry groaned above her as he felt her slither his cock-head up and down between her legs, pressing it into the soft, warm flesh there, parting her silken, golden pussy hair with the pulsing blood-filled tip of his penis. The blonde cuntal down grazed teasingly against the tip of it, bringing it to an even greater hardness until it ached from the blissful pressure.
Larry knew that he couldn't wait another moment.
Wildly aroused, the young man flicked his hips forward with a sudden powerful thrust that drove his thick rigid cock into the hotly gaping mouth of Sudan's pussy with a flesh-splitting force. In one joyous burst, he fucked his searing hardness all the way along her vaginal sluice, tearing her hymen and nudging the head of his penis tightly against the ring of her sensitive cervix. "AAAAAAHHH!! "
Susan had never felt anything like this in her whole life. The strange mixture of pain and pleasure at the same time was something she hadn't thought of before. She knew that the pain of her torn hymen would go away soon, and she would be left with no other sensation than that of his huge, hard penis filling her body to the very brim. She could feel her tight cuntal sheath slip wetly around his rampant penis, and she instinctively controlled her vaginal muscles to make it all the tighter.
True to her beliefs, the pain of her torn hymen disappeared, and she could better sense the sensation of his long thick cock pushing warmly up into her eagerly waiting cunt. She almost felt too tight at first, but the knowledge that her vagina was filled with a penis, a real cock, caused her to become all the wetter and slippery from her cuntal secretions. Her stretched vaginal walls became more sensitive as well, and she could feel his deeply planted hardness throb with the heated blood that made it hard.
Larry began to fuck in and out of her then. In his excitement, he fucked forward like a bull, his cum-filled testicles slapping below him, totally lost in the incredible pleasure she was experiencing from her first fuck. She could sense Larry's own excitement increasing, and delighted as she noticed that he was fucking into her harder and tighter.
Larry reveled for a moment in what was happening to him. Despite all the times he and Susan had petted, he never really thought that he would ever get a chance to fuck her. And planting his penis deep into her cunt had been the farthest thing from his mind when he had come back stage to say good bye. Like Susan, he was delighting in the total sensations of his first sexual experience, and he knew that, no matter how long he lived, he would never experience anything as good and pleasurable as this.
Larry began fucking his thick fiery cock like a madman into the voluptuously squirming flesh beneath him. Susan strained back now, arching her hungry loins up at him, lifting them both a few inches off the old couch with the strength of each of her answering upward thrusts. She moaned ceaselessly beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked her moist pussy up and down his long rigid cock in the chanting rhythm of intercourse as old as man. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side on the cushion of the couch in blissful, wild abandon.
"Oooooohhh . . . it's good . . . it's good . . . it's good!" she chanted, not really hearing what she was saying, but uttering those words that flowed into her mind. Then she remembered something she had read not long before, something that, when she had read it, hadn't made any sense.
It made sense to her now, though, and she wanted to try it to see if it was as good as the article said.
"Larry . . . Larry . . . shove your finger in my ass! I want you to fuck me in the ass with your linger!" she gasped between her lover's hard driving thrusts.
At first Larry couldn't believe that she had said something like that. He had never heard of anything, like that, but she repeated her request when she found him hesitating.
"Please. Please shove your finger up my ass!"
This time there was no doubt in Larry's mind. He reached down between her nakedly thrashing buttocks as he continued to fuck in and out of her wetly clasping cunt. His hand explored the deep crevice with the tip of his outstretched middle finger for her tight little anus.
And then he found it!
A small rivulet of warm moisture was running down in the damp crevice between her buttocks from her cunt above where his long hard penis was fucking into her. It had moistened the tightly puckered hole, lubricating it as he probed experimentally with his fingertip. He pushed harder, feeling her anal passage give a little, and then suddenly the elastic nether ring gave way completely and his finger slid in up to the first knuckle.
The twice impaled young blonde girl jumped forward, almost crawling on her back to escape the first wave of pain. Like the tearing of her hymen, this action brought her both pain and pleasure at the same time. She had been a virgin in both her passages before the day began, and now she was totally a woman.
She gritted her teeth, determined that she could stand the sensations, knowing that they would soon not pain and pleasure combined, but just pleasure. She began screwing her frantically squirming buttocks back on his impaling finger until it was sunk into her ass up the palm of his hand. He jiggled his finger inside, rotating it around in her warm, rubbery rectum. Through the thin wall that separated her tight young cunt from her anus, he could feel the underside of his own cock fucking in and out of her vaginal passage, and he began to match the rhythm with his extended finger, skewering her between the two as she groaned under him. His fingernail momentarily caught on the tender flesh of her rectum and she jerked, but then she recaptured the rhythm, opening her legs wider over the couch to give him greater access to his ravishing of her loins.
The excited young man could reel his pulsating cock growing and expanding inside her wetly clasping cunt until he thought it would burst from the inexpressible pleasure building up in his testicles as they slapped against her naked trembling buttocks below. The pleasure was just too incredibly intense and he knew he couldn't hold back much longer. He hoped that she would cum soon. To excite her as much as he could, he rose a little higher on her so that the top side of his cock was scraping her clitoris with every long stroke.
"Oh . . . oh . . . oh . . . oh . . . " she chanted out, digging her nails into his sides. Her fingers slid lower and desperately clutched at his nakedly pumping buttocks in her attempt to pull him even deeper into her. Her passion wracked body twitched and thrashed beneath his long, smooth strokes, her face contorted with lust, her mouth working, her nostrils flared, and soft deep moans coming from her throat. Larry could feel her warmly quivering cuntal flesh holding him in, sucking and pulling at his hot, nearly bursting cock.
He rammed into her from his very toes went the last inch of his thickness plundering into her wildly clasping pussy, wringing a fresh moan of utter delight from her lips with each new thrust, making her eyes open to stare up at him with a lust-glazed look.
"Oooooohhh . . . ahhhhhhhh . . . wonderful. . . wonderful. . . oooooohhh . . . " she gasped and raised her smooth rounded buttocks up off the couch to give him more leverage as he fucked into her with all the strength of his hips and thighs. His loins moved in and out of her nakedly gyrating pelvis, aiming at the hot clasping chasm in the center, fitting and refitting with strong muscular regularity.
Despite the shortness of his own breath, the thought that he was actually fucking a woman for the first time in his life spurred him on. He watched her face, glorying in his ability to draw different expressions of passion from it while he moved over her, employing every ounce of strength he had developed on the football field.
By now, Larry's loins were aflame, consumed with a fiercely burning desire which swept through him in great gusts of passion and pleasure. He gasped and quivered as he fucked into the curvaceously writhing female body below, reveling in the sensation of her flesh, her supple, young flesh, and her total sensuality.
"Oooooohhh . . . ooohhh . . . harder.. . harder . . . fuck me . . . fuck me . . . " she chanted, her desire at this moment totally insatiable. She never dreamed that sex could be so wonderful, and with the last vestiges of her reason, she cursed herself for having put it off for so long. She begged and pleaded, gasping as if she had burst her throat. She knew that she was nearing climax, and her body started to become something demonic, her legs spread out wide as she twisted and contorted, urging him on. Larry was amazed at how hot her body felt and watched in amazement as she whipped her head wildly from side to side, her mouth open in her complete abandonment. She swung her thighs up and clasped his powerful waist in a vise-like grip, pulling him deeper and deeper into her convulsing young cunt with each powerful thrust of his loins. The handsome young man made one last mighty stab into her wetly seething vagina and finally allowed his white hot seminal fluid to surge deep into her belly.
Susan groaned beneath him as she felt the warm searing flood of his hot liquid sperm jetting deep up into the waiting depths of her vagina.
At the same moment, she herself screamed out, her tautened buttocks reacting to the explosion filling her raging belly and loins. Her head was flailing wildly in her first bliss and her blonde hair whipped from side to side in a soft cloud. A delicious warmth spread through the whole inside of her semen filled belly, a warmth that rapidly became a billowing ball of flame that made her cum again. It went on a seeming eternity, but finally Larry gave one last groan and collapsed on her heaving body. With the last of his strength, Larry rolled slowly off the satiated woman beneath, his rapidly deflating penis slipping with a loud swishing sound from her cum-soaked vagina.
Side by side, the two lay breathing heavily on the stained couch. There were no words between them. This had been their good bye to each other. Silently, they each dwelt on the years they had spent together, the things they had done and their hopes for the future. They could not even share very much of the tender moments they should have had. Larry reminded Susan that he had to hurry home and pack. The young blonde girl remained naked as she sat up on the couch and watched her lover dress. He waved good bye, and stepped out of her life forever.
Now, sitting in the front row of the auditorium, Susan remembered that night so well that her vagina was tingling with the memory. She and Larry had tried to write to each other, but as so often happens, he went his way, and she went hers. The last she had heard, he was seeing a girl he was considering marrying. She was glad for him, in a way, but just a little jealous as well. It would have been nice if he had waited for her to graduate from college and moved to the west coast, like so many other people were doing. Even though she had toyed with that idea, she knew she would probably do something like that. Her whole life was wrapped up in the urban center of Boston, and she finally realized that she was living in a dream world.
She sighed deeply as she stood up. While she had dated a few men from her college since that night, she had not allowed any of them to fuck her, even though they were more than willing, and sometimes just a little too pushy. She felt that having another penis enter her vagina would somehow spoil the memory of her first orgasm. Even though she knew she could not live with just the memory of one fuck for the rest of her life, she really hadn't found a man with whom she could be as close as she had been with Larry. Perhaps, in the near future, she would find a man who could make her feel as good as Larry had, but at the moment, that seemed so far away as to be almost laughable.
"Ooohhh . . . I didn't know there was anyone in here," she heard a voice say.
Startled, she turned around and saw a cleaning woman rolling a pail and mop down the aisle. Susan came to a turn and faced the woman.
"I.. . I was just sitting here thinking," she said, lowering her hands to cover her loins. She could feel a wetness there, a wetness that had soaked through her panties and dress, so real had her memory been to her. "My name is Susan Slater. I'm going to be taking care of the orchestra for the concert this year."
"Oooooohhh.. . that's nice," the cleaning woman said, seeing that there was nothing wrong with this total stranger being in the school after hours. "The students here are such a nice group of boys. I'll bet they take to you like a duck takes to water."
Susan almost told her about the way she had been avoided by some of the boys when she had first come into the school building, but she thought the better of it. "Thank you," she said, smiling sweetly. "I really want to make a good impression on them. This is my first teaching job."
"Excuse me for saying this," the cleaning woman said, "but you look a little young to be a teacher."
Susan smiled again. "Actually, I'm what you might call a student teacher."
"Oooooohhh.. . I see," said the cleaning woman. "Well, I hope you like it here. Don't you worry about the kids getting out of hand. This is a good school. All you have to do is treat the kids like adults."
"Thank you," Susan answered, wanting to get home and start making out some arrangements. "To be honest, I'm just a little nervous. I've never had to handle children like this before."
"We're always a little nervous the first time we do something different."
Susan nodded and walked out of the building. On her way home, she hoped that she really could handle the students. She would hate to learn that she was not cut out to be a teacher, especially after she had spent so much of her time working toward that end.
CHAPTER TWO
The words that the cleaning lady had told Susan the day before proved true the next day, though not in the way Susan thought they would. When Susan saw that the combined boy and girl orchestra got together, most of the members were so shocked at being with other members of the opposite sex that they hardly gave Susan a second thought. Both boys and girls seemed to be a little afraid of each other. Since this was a boy's school, they seemed to Susan to be a little more sure of themselves, but there were a few more girls than boys, and the young ladies took a great delight in their majority, sometimes teaming up with one another when they thought they were being threatened or made fun of.
The afternoon began for Susan when boys entered from one side of the stage and the girls from the other, almost as though they were combatants at war. Each group regarded the other with some suspicion. Even the older boys, which
Susan thought might be interested in girls, looked upon these strangers as something of a threat. The boys kept teasing the girls by saying that men could play music better than women, and the girls would put their hands on their hips and make mention of the fact that that couldn't be true, since the teacher was a woman and not a man.
Even before Susan opened her mouth to try and welcome all of them to their first rehearsal, she was immediately thought of by the boys as something of an enemy.
Things were starting to get out of hand for her right from the very beginning, and she began to wonder if she would be able to get anything done at all.
"All right," she said, hoping that if she didn't sound too threatening, she would be able to show everyone that she was neutral. "Let's everyone calm down now. I realize that we have a lot of ground to cover, so let's get started."
Her suggestion was met with a little resistance, and Susan applied some of the class room training she had had to pick out some of the students who looked as though they might give her more trouble than the rest. She called out the roster for the orchestra, making mental notes of the names of those students, and then assigned seats to everyone. She knew that the boys would prefer to sit on one side of the stage and the girls on the other, but she had no intention of playing down to their petty differences. She arranged them, according to the instruments they played, even though that meant that most of the children were sitting away from their friends, and next to other players they wanted to have nothing to do with.
She passed out the music, talking in a voice that seemed to be calming. At least these students were talented enough to know that if there was going to be any quarreling, they would have to wait until after rehearsal.
"Now," she said, after she had gone around and made sure that everyone was paying attention to her. "How many of you know this piece?"
Most of the students raised their hands, which both surprised and pleased Susan a great deal. She knew that some of them would know Beethoven, but she never dreamed that so many would.
"Well. I'm glad to see so many hands," she said, her pride in them plainly evident in her voice. "Suppose we try and go through it, just to see what we sound like."
There were the usual groans and light dissenting voices, but generally, the children were as eager to get started as Susan was. She tapped her baton on her music stand and began the piece.
And right at the beginning, she could see that they would be needing a lot of practice together. Most of them know the music, but apparently none of them had played it before, and they sounded as though they had never played together in their lives. While some of them played exceptionally well, even considering their age, none of them seemed the least bit concerned with what any one else was doing. Finally, after the first few minutes of playing, Susan tapped them quiet.
"No, that's not quite right," she said, hoping that she wouldn't be discouraging them. "You are all members of an orchestra, and you have to learn to play along with everyone."
"It's the girls," said one boy Susan remembered to be Mark Phillips. "I knew this was a stupid idea, having them play with us. They don't know anything."
His statement started an argument all over again, and the general noise completely drowned out Susan's baton tapping. Even as she tried to bring them back to some order, she noticed that Mark seemed to be very proud of himself that he had been able to cause so much disruption. He was one of the older boys, nearly fourteen, from what Susan could judge, and she could tell right then and there she was going to have a good deal of trouble with him.
"EVERYONE SHUT UP!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
The silence that followed was almost deathly. Susan's actions surprised her, but she wasn't going to let these kids know she had lost control. Most of the boy's mouths were hanging open as they stared at her. She could see right then and there that no one had expected her to be anything but a soft, quiet spoken woman. Certainly none of the boys had expected anything different. Having been taught only by men in their school, it had never occurred to them that a female teacher could be as strong.
One boy, Billy Wilson, seemed to pick up on this right away, and quickly altered his loyalty to agree with Susan.
"Miss Slater's right," he said loudly. "We have to play together."
Billy was a little younger than most of the others, and Susan thought he might be just a little easier to frighten, but she wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
"Thank you Billy," she said. "I hope the rest of the orchestra follows your example."
Again there was a silence that Susan liked, and she decided that she would take full advantage of it.
"All right, everyone . . . both boys and girls. Let's start from the beginning. Everybody look at me when you play, not at each other."
The second time through the piece, they seemed to play a little better, though Susan could tell there was great deal of room for improvement. Her trained ear singled out those students who played better than the others. She was glad to notice that Billy was one of them. He played the violin, which was her instrument, and even though she could tell it would be a long time, if ever, before he could become a professional, he had potential, and she made it a point in her mind to try and work with him as much as she could.
By the time they had finished the first movement, Susan decided that they were as tired as she was. For a while, they had played rather well, considering that this was their first rehearsal together, but the strain of playing with people they didn't like took its toll. Even before they finished playing, small fights broke out between boys and girls who were sharing the same music stand. One in particular caught her attention. Billy was sharing a stand with a pretty young blonde girl, and all of a sudden, they were locked in what looked like a fist fight, knocking over their stand and the one next to them.
Susan knew that she would never be able to retain order after that, and that it would be senseless to try. She halted the rehearsal, and as soon as the music stopped, she heard Billy let loose with a wail of pain that nearly drained the blood from Susan's face. She rushed over to him and noticed that he was rubbing his left buttock and crying. All the other children in the area backed away and looked at him with guilty faces, the girl he shared his music with especially.
"He made me hit him," she said defensively, though she looked as thoough she was really sorry she had hurt him.
Susan glowered at her, and then returned her attention to Billy. Quickly, she ran her hands lightly over him, checking to see if he were really hurt. She couldn't feel any broken bones, and she heaved a sigh of relief.
"Awwwww . . . he must be a sissy if a girl can hurt him," Mark Phillips said, his fourteen year old face creased with a smile of self-satisfaction.
This was the final straw for Susan. She stood up from Billy and towered over Mark. "How would you like to see if I can hurt you?" she asked in an icy tone. She knew she was being something of a bully. She was nearly twice the size of Mark, but the time had come to show him that she could be just as touch as any male teacher in the school.
Mark shrank back, the smile completely gone from his face. Susan knew that she had made her point, and while she hoped that she wouldn't have to do anything violent to maintain order, it would be nice to have all the students think she might.
"I think we've all had enough for one day," she said, addressing the entire gathering, but looking straight at Mark. "We'll meet here again tomorrow, and the next time, there won't be any of this fooling around. We're here to do a job. All of us, and I'm going to do anything I have to to see that we get it done."
Inwardly, Susan was fire and ice, but she would be damned if she let these kids know that.
One by one, all the students filed out of the stage area. One or two of them told the whimpering Billy that they would wait outside for him, but he gave no indication that he heard them.
Even as the children were filing out of the building, Susan returned her attention to the injured young boy. She was suddenly afraid that she had handled her first day very poorly. To think that while she had been in charge, one of her students had gotten hurt. She really hoped that it was nothing serious, both for Billy's sake, and for her own. Something like this could cause her to get a bad recommendation. It might even cause her to be expelled from the education department as unfit to teach. A life time of dreams washed away because one boy under her charge had been hurt.
"Are you all right?" she asked him in a worried voice. Now that she was alone with him, her courage was fading.
For a moment, Billy said nothing. He looked and sounded as though he were desperately trying to hold back tears, and the longer he went without saying anything, the more frightened Susan became. She knelt down to him and again ran her hands over him lightly, praying that this time she found no broken bones.
Her touching of him like this seemed to calm Him down a little, and he finally managed to get himself under control. Susan, greatly relieved, decided that she would try and cheer him up.
"Now.. . suppose you tell me how you got hurt," she said, her pretty face beaming with a smile that told Billy he could trust her completely.
"Cindy . . . Cindy said that you were a lousy teacher. . . that if you were any good, you would really give it to all the boys for what they were doing," he managed to sob.
"Really," Susan said, raising her blonde eye brows slightly. "And what did you do that made her hit you?"
"Nothin'. "
"Billy, come on. You must have done something."
"I. . . I just said that you were being fair.. I that the girls were as much to blame as the boys were."
"And she hit you for that."
"Uh huh."
"Well.. . I think you did the right thing," Susan said, suddenly feeling very close to this young boy. To think, he had come to her defense.
"Yeah. I did the right thing," Billy said. "But I still got hit."
"Where did she hit you?" Susan asked.
"Right here," Billy indicated, pressing his hand on his left buttock.
Susan placed her hands on the young brown-haired boy's shoulders and drew him close to her, pressing his lithe body tightly against her sweated covered breasts in a motherly fashion. She hugged him like that for a long moment, feeling him still trembling and shaking, but relaxing some as well.
"Maybe I'd better take a look at it," she said finally. "She looked as though she could pack quite a wallop."
She led him away from all the music stands to a more open area of the stage. Even though Billy was still crying slightly, Susan began to think that it was nothing serious, that he was more shaken up than anything else, but it never hurt to make sure. Besides, it might really comfort him. After all, he had come to her defense and had been hit for it. He deserved some comfort for that.
Again she knelt down to him and hugged him as though he were her son. She kissed him in a motherly fashion on his youthful cheek as her hands began a slow massaging, soothing moment up and down his pants covered buttocks.
It was at that point that two things happened . . . two things that Susan would never have thought about for as long as she lived otherwise.
The first was that she could feel herself starting to swirl in a heady torrent of indefinable excitement . . . indefinable, and undeniable. Sensations of obvious sensual desire began racing through her body . . . sensations she recognized as being the same as the ones she had felt when she and Larry were saying good bye to each other that night so long ago. She hadn't felt those sensations since then, but she was feeling them now.
The second thing was that she could feel the stiffening hardness of his penis pressing up against her hip as she held him tightly against her.
Susan's mind went blank for a moment. There was no denying that she was becoming aroused, even though she was at a loss to explain why, just as there was no denying that Billy himself was becoming aroused.
Susan tried to put her own arousal out of her thoughts and return to her task at hand.. . comforting Billy. But even as she tried to fight her mounting arousal, she found that her hands, acting as though they had minds of their own as they began searching over his buttocks. Then she; blurted out, before she had a chance to think," I think I'd better take a look at where you were hit."
Before Billy had a chance to say anything, Susan opened his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. His smooth young flesh felt warm and soft, and she couldn't resist the desire to slide her hands over his youthful back and downward to cup the firm mounds of his boyish buttocks as she held him tightly to the increasing rhythm of her breathing. Her brain reeled with the emotion of a strange sensuality as she again kissed him, her tiny tongue trying to worm its way between the sweet tasting lips of his young mouth.
If anything could make Billy stop crying, that was it. In his whole life he had never known anything like what this new orchestra leader was doing to him now! She'd stuck her tongue right in his mouth while she hugged him so tight against her he could hardly breathe. And all the while, her soft warm hands were stroking his legs and back. At first, she surprised him so much that he didn't know what to do, but after a short while, he began to like what she was doing. The sensations sweeping through his young body were a little frightening, but she wasn't doing anything to hurt him. Her tongue in his mouth seemed to urge some inbred tendency within him and he found himself actually beginning to suck on it, his action bringing strange moaning sounds from her throat.
Finally, Susan pulled her mouth away from his lips and looked at his buttocks, on the one hand to make sure that he really wasn't hurt there, and on the other hand to try once and for all to end the strange desire she could feel mounting in her own pussy.
"Well . . . I don't see anything there," she said with relief. "Does your mother kiss something like this to make it feel better?"
"Uuuhhh . . . ooohhh . . . sometimes," Billy said, feeling confused and a little funny in his belly.
"Would you like me to kiss it to make it feel better?" Susan asked him, hoping that he would say yes."
Billy would have, but he couldn't say anything at all. That funny feeling in his stomach was making it hard for him to think about anything but the fact that he had his pants down and was being held by a woman who was not his mother. He could feel his penis getting really hard, something that up to now had happened only when he was in bed, and that made him feel a little embarrassed.
Susan took Billy's silence as a positive answer, and she felt her moistened lips quivering with her own excitement. Pulling her mouth away from his hadn't calmed her down at all. In fact, it had made her feel more excited then ever. The sight of his young buttocks over his shoulder was like gasoline tossed on an already blazing fire. Smoothing her hands up and down over his lithe thighs again, she fought the urge to reach between them and take his young penis in her hand. God! She could feel it pressing against her hips, but she wanted to feel it I in her hand . . . and see it!
Without realizing what she was doing, the lovely young blonde woman stood the boy away from her, then bent down to place a kiss on the area I where Billy had told her he'd been hit. "There.
Does that make it feel better?" she asked, her eyes I fixed on his firm young ass cheeks.
"I. . . well. . . yeah, I guess so . . . " he I stammered, not really knowing what he was I supposed to do or say. Suddenly, Susan could feel her control slipping away from her again and her soft smooth hands began to circle warmly over his I chest, seemingly moving ever downward towards his.. . his COCK!
He looked down at himself there and the way I Miss Slater's soft, warm hands were gently rubbing lover him. It felt really funny because he didn't have any clothes covering him there. She was i making him feel so weird in his belly. He could tell I that she was going to touch him there . . . between his legs on his hard thing. Even though his mother I had told him a million times that no one should touch him there, he really hoped Miss Slater would.
Susan could barely catch her breath. She was just too emotionally strung and tense. The feelings that were running rampant through her aroused body now were almost exactly the same as the ones she had felt that last night with Larry . . . . and for almost the same reasons. She felt very close to Billy now because of the way he had stood up for her. Something like that took a great deal of courage and maturity. It was something Larry would have done for her.
Susan knew now that there was no turning back, that she would never be able to stop. She turned him around, so that his naked buttocks pressed against her generously swelling breasts as she knelt down, and her hand trembled as it found the thrusting rod of his penis, hard and jutting from his young hairless loins.
With one hand tenderly spread out over his belly and chest, the mesmerized young blonde student teacher felt the reflexive lurch of his boyish form as her feverish hand encircled the heated rod of his blood-swollen penis. Eagerly, she looked down to see the red-tipped young cock resting in the soft palm of her warm hand, the outline of its mushroom shaped head visible through the covering sheath of its foreskin. Her mouth went dry at the unbelievable sensations and excitement the sight and feel of it sent racing through her! The only other time in her life she had been this wanton had been with a man her own age.. . someone she had known for years, and someone who could know what she was doing. This young boy seemed to be totally confused as she experimentally took his young hard penis between her thumb and forefinger to gently draw the outer layer of skin back, revealing its moistened head.
And then a thought entered Susan's mind, one that she wished she had thought of long before this, when she had seen all the tension that existed between the different members of the orchestra. There was really no reason in the world for Billy to be frightened, not in this day and age of sex education.
But Billy was really no different than all the other boys and girls she had seen today. Billy's fear was out of ignorance. He really had no idea how to act around members of the opposite sex. To Billy, girls and boys were mortal enemies. God knows that there is enough trouble in the world without having people think that. What problems could thinking like that cause in his later life, the young woman wondered. How would Billy, Mark, Cindy, all the children react in ten years if they were now convinced that there was something wrong with members of the opposite sex?
Susan shuddered at the possibilities that raced through her mind. Something would have to be done about that, she convinced herself, and she was just the person to do it. She would be able to teach these young children, not only the music they would have to know for the concert, but how to react and inter-react with each other, something they would have to know all their lives.
She could feel Billy lurch back against her and she kissed him quickly on his back. "Don't be afraid, Billy," she whispered into his ear. "I'm going to show you something I know you'll like. Would you like me to do that?"
"I.. . I don't.. . I don't know," the wildly excited twelve year old gasped, watching with wide brown eyes as her hand moved back and forth with his thing right between her thumb and forefinger. She kept sliding the skin over, then back off its head, and the more she did it, the more weird he felt.
Susan continued to massage the hardened cock of her young student. The thought of what she was intending to do nearly drove her wild with mounting passion. Billy began to sway back and forth, as though it was becoming hard for him to stand. He nearly lost his strength all together and fell back against Susan, his young form trembling with the strange excitement fluttering through his belly.
Susan sensed that standing was becoming hard for him, and she was determined that she was going to do this right. "Lay down on the floor," she whispered hotly into his hair-covered ear as she began pulling him back before he had a chance to do anything about it.
And then he was flat on his back, his pants still wrapped around his ankles and his young hard cock rearing up from his sweet-looking loins like a pink tree. Susan turned herself around in a position so that her pretty face was just above his hardened shaft of flesh.
The young blonde musician wasn't certain about anything anymore. She hadn't even gone this far with Larry, but here she was, about to do the same thing with a young boy she hardly knew. Still, it was her reasoning that she was going to help him in his later life that drove her on. She was helping him, she realized, even if young Billy didn't know yet that he was being helped.
As Susan looked at his young balls and cock, she knew that she had to kiss it. . . touch it with her tongue . . . taste and suck it.. . do all those things of which she had only heard but had never dreamed of doing, not even with Larry.
She had only the memory of Larry's penis in her mind, and as she compared Billy's to that memory, she found that Billy's was hardly lacking in size, as she would have thought. The young boy's smooth, hairless testicles reminded her of satiny plums, and the puffy flesh around the base of his penis was as stimulating as anything to her. As she smoothed her hand upward over his warm naked thigh toward it, she was surprised to see the slender length of his hardness suddenly swell even larger.
Susan wondered if Billy would be capable of cumming, but she had only to look at his expanded cock to receive an answer. Since he could obtain an erection of this size, there couldn't be any doubt but that he could cum, and that sudden realization added new fermentations to her intensively aroused desire. Once more she took hold of his penis with her trembling fingers and began to stroke it, feeling it pulse and throb as she extracted the moistened, swollen head from its protective foreskin. The way its slender length tried to hug snugly against his flat white belly in its rigidity fascinated her. The sight of it like that added more fuel to her sensually inflamed mind.
"Wha . . . what are . . . are you gonna do?" Billy choked as she went on stroking his stiffened young cock. Susan ignored him as she became aware of the wetness that had seeped down from between her vibrantly tingling vaginal lips to soak the narrow panty crotch band under her skirt. She writhed as she knelt in front of Billy and clutched her round, full thighs tightly together. The muscular action only caused further sensations of erogenous delight to ripple through her pelvis and belly.
"I'm going to teach you something wonderful," she hissed, her voice sounding as though she were thinking of something, her tongue slipping out to moisten her feverishly dry lips. "There isn't anything to be afraid of. I'm not going to hurt
While her words did soothe young Bill's mind some, the sensations she was bringing him were so strong that it would take more than mere words to calm him down fully. He raised his head and watched wide-eyed as Miss Slater's face, nearly hidden from him by her soft mass of golden blonde hair, lowered toward his jerking penis. Then he saw her mouth right above it, and the pinkness of her tongue darting out to touch it on the swollen tip.
"Uuuuuuuuu!" he grunted with a lurch of his hips as her tongue-tip tried to wedge into the little slit on the end. Again he whimpered and a confusing chill raced along his spine as he watched her bring her mouth down to it, and he stared in confused fascination as she opened her mouth and enclosed the wetly shining head in a lip locking pressure that made him want to scream with the pleasure it brought.
Billy couldn't hold back the frenzied whines of bewildered emotion, and reflexively he thrust his young loins upward, shoving his stiffened penis into the warm wet cavern of her ovaly clasping mouth. He watched them tighten like an elastic band around his cock, then slip all the way until her pert little nose was pressed tightly against his naked belly, almost the whole thing sucked right up into the moist warmth of her beautiful mouth! Jesus!
He watched, his breath coming in short panting gasps, as she sucked up off its thick red tip, and then began to lick it avidly with her moist little tongue, brush and lave it all over its underside to the ridge of its pulsating knob which was shiny wet and sticking out from the pulled back skin. He knew that he shouldn't let her do this. If his parents ever caught him like this, there would really be hell to pay, but he couldn't find the strength to tell her to stop. It felt too good, having his cock in her mouth like this. She was washing it, playing with it, loving it with every lick of her tongue . . . and then she was going back down its throbbing length to his belly again, and farther still to the little pouch of his young balls.
Susan's belly was a seething inferno of wild, abandoned sensations that were more avid then she remembered them being when Larry had fucked her. The delicious piquancy of his tender virginal genitals were driving her nearly to the point of orgasm with the thought of this seduction alone. She wanted him to cum. He had to cum so she could taste his sweet boy sperm in her mouth. She would swallow it right down into her belly! There was no doubt in her mind now that this was what she wanted more than anything else. She would have given up her whole career at that moment for the glorious sensation of having Billy's boy sperm shooting into her mouth.
Saliva dribbled excitedly down her tongue as the lovely young student teacher licked the smooth flesh of Billy's balls with warm, sweeping strokes. Then she removed his pants from around his ankles and spread his legs as far as she could, crawling between them and wedging herself there. At the same time she raised them, pressing them back to expose his tight brownish little anus, and trailed her damp tongue along the raised pink ridge between his small, widespread buttocks. She let her tongue tauntingly circle the puckered little hole, painting his inner buttocks with the warm moisture of her saliva. Finally, as a tremendous charge of lustful excitement spiraled through her loins, she stiffened her tongue-tip in an effort to penetrate the tightly locked mouth of his rectum!
Oh God! She wished she were naked, with her tingling breasts hanging free to sway and ripple as she worked over him like this! Her pussy was so hot and wet.. . she had to get something in there . . . her finger inside her panties and between her blonde-rimmed cuntal lips to caress her aching clitoris! She had to cum . . . she had to!
Reaching down between her spread thighs, she thrust her middle finger enough inside the tight leg band of her lubricant-soaked panties and then into the sensitive wet flesh between her lust-swollen pussy lips.
Oh God . . . Oh God! It felt so wonderful.. . so good, she thought as her finger began to caress gently the tiny erect bud of her quivering clitoris, making all the more intense the sensations of heightened stimulation searing through her voluptuous young body. Quickly she trailed her laving tongue back over Billy's young balls and along the still solid shaft of penile flesh to its pulsating head, slipping her lush lips wetly down over it once more. Oooooohhh . . . this was heaven, delicious . . . wonderful! If she had known about this, she would have done it to Larry as her gift to him. She knew one thing though. This would not be the last time she had her student's penis in her mouth. There were so many little boys in the orchestra that she was certain she would never run out.
Billy could think of nothing else but what this new teacher was doing to him and the almost hurting tickle that was growing stronger and stronger in his tensed belly and loins! Miss Slater sure hadn't been lying when she said that he would like what she was going to do. This thing she was doing to him . . . taking his penis up into her mouth like that, was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Even though he was getting more scared by the moment, he didn't want her to stop. He knew something was going to happen, and he wanted it!
Again, while she was doing something to herself down between her legs, she was holding his thing with her thumb and finger right next to his belly and sucking it steadily, moving her pretty mouth up and down as she curled her hot tongue around it each time she raised her head. Without even thinking about it, he tensed his young pelvic muscles and pushed his loins up at her face. He heard her moan and felt her sucking harder, nipping now and then with her teeth and making him gasp, his penis looking bloodless beneath her soft scraping and sucking, and fiery-red at its tip. He nearly lost control as a crazy sob tore out of his throat, but he managed to swallow it as Miss Slater began a harder sucking motion on his cock, taking it deep into her throat, those fingernails of hers tickling maddeningly at his balls, raking the base of his palpitating member, causing a boiling swarming sensation to build deep inside him!
"Oooooohhh . . . aaaaaahhh . . . ! " whispered.
Susan increased her delightful mouthing of his cock, letting her tongue ream the opening in the glans, tantalizing it with her heated breath, running her nails faster along the ridged underside of his burning flesh.
Suddenly, Billy's hips jerked forward, and she could feel his lust-engorged cock slither up the full length of her mouth, depressing her tongue and filling her cheeks completely with its pulsing hardness. It was almost as though he had been a boy right up until that moment, and was now a man. Her tongue had created a man out of a boy, and Susan reveled in the fact that she had been a witness to his changing.
Holding her face tightly between his palms, Billy began fucking into her mouth, causing her to choke and gag as he slammed his penis halfway down the narrow passage of her throat, almost its full length disappearing between her moistened lips. She had to struggle for breath on the out-stroke.
"Oooooohhh . . . shit. . . shit . . . suck it.. . suck it!" Susan heard him groan. His words aroused her even more and she sucked hungrily as the stiffened rod buried itself deep in the warm moist cavern of her mouth.
Tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeped from the opening of the glans at the end of his cock, and the sharp pungent taste and odor caused her mouth to salivate and her nostrils to flare out in excitement. She closed her eyes to keep from choking as the fleshy young shaft plunged in and out of her widely ovaled lips. She sucked at the fucking organ, aware of nothing in the world but his young steely rod ramming back into her throat.
"Suck it hard . . . harder!" he hissed, his voice husky and breathless with his passion she had brought him. As he spoke, Billy's hands pulled her head down harder on his up-thrusting penis, gagging Susan as the madly throbbing head fucked into the back of her mouth. As he watched his cock sliding in and out of the teacher's lips, Billy couldn't believe the sensations that were running through his young body. He had never felt anything like them before, and they were getting stronger with each passing moment.
Susan increased the pressure of her mouth around the throbbing penis that filled her mouth too full on the upstroke, brushing against her tonsils. Her hands clung to the blood-engorged shaft now, her head bobbing up and down, laboring over the rigid young phallus, mouth clamped tighter than ever, drawing on it with all her strength. She wanted it! Strange and wild things were happening to her own body! A lascivious warmth was stealing through her limbs as she sucked this young boy off. It was almost impossible for her to believe that she was actually taking his sweet tasting penis all the way down her throat. For a moment, she thought this might be a dream . . . a wonderful dream from which she would all too soon awake. Almost involuntarily, her thighs were squeezing together between Billy's wide-spread legs.
Eagerly now, her brain reeling with the fact that she was not only giving this boy pleasure, but an education as well, Susan took his cock still deeper between her lips and sucked hard with all net might, drawing the rigid shaft of hot flesh straight down into her throat. She could feel his penis jerk and throb inside her mouth, the groans spilling from his mouth as she continued sucking.
She could almost picture Larry in her mind, watching her do this thing to Billy, and she could imagine her old boy friend smiling and nodding, pleased that she, as well as Billy, was learning. She knew that Larry would be proud of her, if only he were around to see her perform this thing.
"Aaaaaahhh . . . yesssssss . . . that's it. . . that's it. . . suck it good . . . like that. . . " Billy wailed. He had never had any fucking in his entire life, his only knowledge of sex limited to the jokes he heard after school from some of the older boys. For the most part, they hadn't made much sense to him, but so many things were revealed to him in this short time that he had trouble concentrating on any one of them. He could see what was happening to Miss Slater as she labored over his almost bursting pole. She was really loving this! She was sucking his cock like it was the most important thing in the world to her. Jesus! It was really blowing his mind.
Growing even more adventurous, Susan ravished her warm, wet tongue around Billy's young shaft. She brushed and grazed along its underside, licking the thick base, and gradually lapping up to the thin perineal ridge protruding stickily from the foreskin. Then she flicked her tongue back and forth rapidly across the sperm-filled cord on the underside, playing it like a banjo string, and this set Billy absolutely wild. His lean young hips heaved forward, hands clenched in her blonde hair, and Susan could feel the muscles of his twelve year old body tense and stretch tautly.
"OOOOOOHHH GGGOOODDD.. . ! ! "
Her tongue then swirled around the bloated shaft and up to the cock-head to slit the tiny hole in the smooth glans with the tip of her tongue. She felt him lift closer to her as she knelt over him, his hands pulling her face to his pleasure-mad young penis.
Susan's voracious mouth then returned to the smooth hairless sac of his young testicles and the thick young base where his long hard cock jutted up. She slicked them all over with saliva from her wildly working mouth, coating his balls entirely with sweeps of her hungry mouth as he lay moaning on the floor.
Her tongue ran up and down the rigid cock-shaft from base to tip, licking the young vibrant flesh as though it were a delectable sweet. Quickly, she trailed her mouth and tongue back over his churning balls, along the shining purplish shaft at its pulsating head, and then slipped her lips down over it once again.
The wildly aroused teacher was caught up in the complete abandonment of her actions. All thought of trying to rationalize what she was doing to Billy slipped from her mind. There was nothing now but utter pleasure for her. Her body was wallowing in sensations the likes of which she had never before known, the waves of licentious delight blotting every other consideration from her.
The young boy's hips lunged upward hard as he shoved the entire throbbing, jerking length of his thick young cock into the warmly welcoming cave of her mouth. Oh God! He was going crazy from sheer rapture! He knew that whatever it was that was going to happen would happen soon. The sensations told him of a breaking point that would soon be reached. Jesus! She was using her mouth like a vacuum cleaner, sucking and pressing her lips so hard as she withdrew slowly that jolts of frenzied pleasure raced through him, nearly setting him off.
"AAAHHHGGG.. . . ! ! "
Thighs opening and closing in sensual clenching, Susan was aware that her own highly aroused body was seeping copious vaginal moisture. Her own erotic fluids were seeping out from deep within her burning, searing cunt. Oh God! How she wanted him fucking her . . . wanted his strong young cock plunging in and out of her aching pussy.
In his frenzy, Billy's hands were all over her, smoothing her face and shoulders, kneading her shoulders, stroking her arms as he lunged again and again up into the deep wet chamber of her slavering mouth. Wild little electrical shocks were coursing through her with each brush of her sensually swaying breasts against his youthful thighs, and those shocks sent current straight through her tremulously aroused body to clench and create a drawing-in sensation in her needing pussy.
"Oooooohhhhh . . . aaaahhhh . . . OOOOOOHHHHHH . . . I . . . I . . . keep sucking . . . sucking.. . " Billy raved, arching his hips hard up to her mouth, his hands growing almost brutal on her tender flesh in his frantic reaching for final release. The moans and groans spilling from his mouth measured the degre of his rising pleasure that threatened to carry him into complete delirium. Susan would never have guessed that a boy this young would be able to derive so much pleasure from the act of sex.
He was shaking her shoulder, then clamping his lingers around her lips to close them tighter on his throbbing, nearly bursting penis. She couldn't believe it. He was really a wild child.
The sight of Miss Slater's renewed sucking, drawing with contorted lips on his almost' exploding cock set the pre-climactic mechanism into action inside his churning belly. Billy ground harder and harder, fucking his cock deeper and deeper into her pinkly ovaled mouth and working throat into that blissful sanctuary. He could feel the boiling cauldron in his testicles as he fucked hard into her mouth, deeper and deeper.
The long column of rigid male flesh that filled Susan's mouth began to swell, and she tried to increase the moist suctioning around it as the hard bulbous head rammed into her throat, expanding with each deep fucking thrust. All that mattered was the great shaft of flesh that pummeled faster and faster into her mouth! Saliva dribbled down from the corner of her lips, coating her chin.
The lust-crazed young boy was watching her, his face contorted with animal passion. Holding the sides of her head in a vise-like grip, he pulled her lips downward, even closer to the base of his cock, pulling her into his sweat-covered loins. A thundering roar beat through his brain, and he knew that whatever it was that was coming, it was coming soon.
Pressing his fingers into her cheeks to make the warm, moist cavern of her mouth as tight as he could, he crammed his pulsing distended shaft deep into her face and lunged his hips upward. His blood-filled penis throbbed and expanded in the channel between the softness of her tongue and the firm slippery roof of her mouth as he speared into her with long powerful strokes until it felt as though a thousand volts of electricity were shooting through him. And then. . .
And then, all at once, he felt the eruption take place, felt the first stream of white-hot fire leap along the passage of his plunging cock. He gasped, his lips pulling back across his teeth as though he were in agony. His cock began a sudden wild convulsive jerking that flooded into Susan's mouth without advance warning, filling her face with rush after rush of burning semen, bloating her cheeks outward with each spurt until she was forced to swallow frantically to keep from choking. Mewling and crooning her approval, she tickled his emptying balls with the tips of her fingernails.
"Keep sucking. . . keep . . . sucking.. . ! " Billy gasped. His hands were working wildly in her hair now, pulling her head down harder on life burgeoning, exploding cock, burying his rod deep in her gulping throat. And then, with one last mighty groan as his young new teacher sucked crazily at the flooding juices of his desire, he emptied the final drops of his sperm into her mouth.
But if it was over for Billy, it was not yet over for Susan, for at that moment her finger was stroking furiously at the tiny spasming bud of her excited clitoris. She plunged her hand deeper between her spread thighs into the wetness of her passion-flushed cunt, tweaking and stroking the palpitating nerve center while she continued to nibble on Billy's young member long after it had softened in her mouth, ignoring his cries and the way he was pushing at her head, trying to get her off of him.
With one hard jab of her fingers her climax erupted and bathed her in its blissful spasms.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the auditorium were those of Susan and her young student trying to catch their breaths. As Susan managed to regain control of herself, she gazed with loving interest at the half naked boy whose loins were covered with a thick mixture of his cum and her saliva.
Billy seemed only vaguely aware of what had happened to him. He knew that he liked it, even though he suspected that if his parents ever found out about it, they would send him to bed without his supper for a week, and maybe longer.
For the first time since she had begun her lascivious action, Susan began to realize that there might be consequences to pay. God only knew what would happen if the principal of the school found out what she had done to one of the students. r "Uh . . . Billy," she said in a thoughtful tone. "I know I don't have to mention this, but suppose we make this our little secret."
"Oooohhh . . . sure, Miss Slater," Billy agreed. Billy, like his teacher, knew that there would be hell to pay if what had happened ever leaked out. He wasn't even going to tell his best friend, Bruce Roberts, what had happened, and he sure as hell wasn't going to mention this to his parents.
He knew one thing though. He loved what had happened to him, and he hoped that Miss Slater would keep him after rehearsal again in the near future.
There was something else in the back of his mind as well. It suddenly dawned on him that, even though Miss Slater was a full grown woman, and a very pretty one at that, any other girl could maybe do the same thing. Come to think of it, the girl who had hit him, the one he shared his stand with, was really kind of pretty. Not as beautiful as Miss Slater, to be sure, but still pretty. Maybe if Billy tried to make up to her, she would do to him what Miss Slater had done, lhat would be really nice. He wondered if it would be possible to convince her that she would like it as much as Miss Slater seemed to have.
CHAPTER THREE
Susan couldn't remember a time when she had felt so good in her whole life. As she drove her car from her home along the stretch of roadway leading to the boy's school, she ran over and over in her mind the pleasure she had had with Billy the day before. Ever since Larry had gone to the west coast, she had denied herself a normal sex life. Either she had been too busy for the last two years, or she had not been all that interested in the men she met, but what ever the reasons, she knew that she had put off the pleasures of sex for just too damn long . . .
How could she have lived like that, she asked herself over and over again. She had to admit that she had completely forgotten what a joy it was to have a penis in her body, and she had been pleasantly surprised to find that she experienced as much pleasure by having Billy's cock in her mouth as she had derived from Larry's cock in her cunt. If anyone had told her that she would have gotten pleasure from both those actions, she would have thought they were crazy.
But she could see now that she had been the crazy one. She had lived almost like a nun, and in this day and age, she would have to be crazy to live like that.
Well, she promised herself, those days were over. If she could teach her students something, then they would be able to teach her something in return. While she was helping them rehearse the music and preparing them for their later lives, they would allow her to rediscover who she was.
But how could she go about it, she asked herself as she pulled her car into the parking space provided her by the school. They were so young and innocent that she knew if she did the right thing, but in the wrong way, she could cause a great deal of damage. Instead of preparing them for their later life, she might just as easily ruin them forever. She considered that she had been very lucky with Billy. He had been ripe and intelligent. She might not be so lucky the next time.
She decided that she would just have to play it by ear. She would have to get to know her students a little better to find out what they thought about many things.
She got her chance during the rehearsal that afternoon. Even though there was still the tension that had existed the day before between the boys and girls, it was not quite as bad as it had been the first day. The children seemed to at least accept the fact that they were going to be working together, and that their teacher was strong enough to keep them in line.
During the first movement, Susan kept looking at Billy, to see if there were any adverse effects of his cock sucking. She noticed that he was acting differently, to be sure, but it took her a little while to understand just what those differences were. When she finally recognized what was happening, she couldn't suppress a smile.
He was trying to be very friendly with Cindy Morris, the young girl who had hit him the day before. Cindy, a sweet looking girl of about thirteen with long, light brown hair, was a little confused by Billy's actions, especially since she had hit him the day before, and expected that he would want to do something to her because of it. She seemed totally shocked as Billy went out of his way to be nice to her by helping her tune her violin, turn the pages of the music and just making friendly conversation.
Susan wasn't sure why, but the first movement went much more smoothly than it had the day before. Perhaps it was because Billy's friendliness seemed to be rubbing off on those people around him. In fact, the entire violin section started to come alive with friendly conversation during the breaks they took. Boys and girls began talking with each other, following Billy's and Cindy's example.
As Susan watched this change come over the gathering, she could see that she had done the right thing with Billy. Rather than making things hard for him, she had opened up a whole new way of life, and even though no one knew what had happened between the lovely blonde teacher and the young student, the effects spread like water throughout the orchestra.
Almost throughout the orchestra, Susan reminded herself as she brought the day's rehearsal to a conclusion. While the general air was much lighter than it had been the day before, there seemed to be a hold out.
Mark Phillips, the boy who had given her the most trouble the day before, was still trying to be a wise ass. And somehow he sensed that he was totally out-numbered this time, and therefore had to try to disrupt things all the harder. During the first break, he made mention of Billy's increased friendliness toward the girl who had hit him the day before.
"Hey Wilson," Mark called from his place in the brass section. "Looks like you got a girl-friend."
Mark's flaming red hair added just the right touch to his biting sarcastic voice, and his jearing drew a few smiles from a few other boys around him, and some frown from some of the girls in that section. Billy proved to be a little more mature than his older class mate in that he ignored the teasing and went about his business. Susan decided that she would follow Billy's lead and not make any mention of it either.
On the second break, Mark again tried to get Billy's gander. "Why don't you just kiss her, Billy dear," Mark jeared, nearly doubling over at what he had said. This time Billy reddened, and Susan felt as though she should really tell Mark to mind his own business. Here she had been afraid that she might have done something that would make Billy afraid to face life, but it was the jeering of his classmate that could cause the damage.
This time, though, Susan was glad to see that even the people around Mark didn't think he was so funny. As a matter-of-fact, they were starting to follow Billy's lead themselves by making conversation with the girls around them. Apparently this went unnoticed by the older red-headed boy. Either that or he saw that Billy was smaller than he was, and therefore made a better target for his teasing. He didn't look as though he was foolish enough to try and pick on someone as large or larger than he was.
"Mark," Susan said in a calm, even voice. "Suppose you pay attention to the music instead of the other people in the orchestra."
"Oooohhh . . . sure Miss Slater," Mark said, his voice telling the lovely woman that he didn't take her seriously one bit.
If ever there was a time Susan wanted to hit someone just for the hell of it, it was right then and there. She realized that hitting Mark would be the wrong thing to do, but she was only human, and to have this boy flaunt her authority was almost too much for her.
Again the orchestra played through the first movement of the piece, and Susan knew that they had done about as much as they could for one afternoon. She had to make herself realize that even the most talented of them needed years of practice before they could hope to sound as professional as she would like to have them. A teacher, she thought, remembering one of the things she had learned in her classes, must realize when her students have reached the best they can do. To push them any farther than that can only make them worse.
"Well," she said as the movement came to a close. "I happen to think we sound better than yesterday. Of course, we still need a lot of practice, but I'm more confident than I was before."
"I'll bet you think the girls sound a lot better than the boys . . . Miss Slater."
There was a deathly hush over the whole orchestra as Susan turned to the source of the jeering voice. Mark Phillips, as she might have expected. She stared at the smiling boy for a long moment, biting on her lower hp as she tried to decide what she could do about him. As long as he kept up his teasing and jeering, the other children in the orchestra would be afraid to follow through with their natural instincts, something that would undoubtedly hurt them in their later lives.
Mark was smiling back at her, as though he thought she wouldn't know what to do.
Time seemed to stand still for the two of them. Susan knew that she would have to do something. But what?
"Since Mark likes to talk so much," she said, her tone icy and almost frightening, "I'll bet he'd just love to stay after rehearsal and talk to me!"
She still didn't know what she was going to do or say to him, but she had learned that she thought a lot better when she was under pressure, and keeping Mark after everyone left would certainly put her under pressure.
There was the usual jeers and cat calls from Mark's friends as Susan dealt out her discipline, and she could see right away that she had hit a nerve by keeping Mark after rehearsal.
"I can't stay, Miss Slater," he said, still trying to keep some cockiness in his voice, but starting to become a little frightened. "I have a paper route to take care of."
"Tough," Susan said sharply. "And if you think I'm going to let you just walk out of here, forget it."
This time, Mark's fear disappeared to be replaced with a look of hatred. Not being able to take care of his paper route, even for one day, meant a loss of money.
"I don't think that's fair," he said, coming to a standing position.
Susan left her position in front of the orchestra and walked over to him. Even though she was rather short, slightly less than five feet six inches, she was enough taller than Mark so he had to look up to her. "I don't remember asking you what you thought," she said. "And I never told anyone here that I was especially fair."
Mark sensed that he could argue until he was blue in the face, but he wasn't going to get anywhere.
Susan remained where she was, taking something in a delight at how she had handled the situation thus far. "Everyone can go home now," she said, continuing to look at Mark as she spoke. The red-head sat back down, his face long and drawn out, as though his whole world was falling in on him. Getting tough was not Susan's long suit, and for a while, she wasn't sure if she would be able to maintain her part of the act. She still didn't know what she was going to do with Mark, only that his actions had to be nipped in the bud. .
The boys and girls filed silently out of the orchestra area. Most of them had wondered to themselves just how far they could push this new teacher before she did something. They were more than glad that Mark had chosen to see how far he could to with her. Now that they knew she wouldn't stand for any fooling around, they weren't about to try it themselves.
Again Susan found herself alone in the auditorium with one of her students, only this time, she hadn't the faintest idea how to handle the situation she had brought about. There was nothing in her training thus far that let her know what she should do with a student she had kept behind.
Since the rehearsal had lasted much longer this time than it had the first day, the cleaning woman made an appearance just as the last of the young children were leaving.
"Oooooohhh . . . Miss Slater," the lady said. "How is everything going?"
Susan turned away from the downcast Mark to look at the cleaning lady.
"Not all that bad," Susan told her. "I have a little discipline problem at the moment though."
"Oh?" the cleaning lady asked as she approached the stage area. When she saw that Mark was still sitting there, she clicked her tongue. "Why
Mark Phillips," she said, as though she wasn't the least bit surprised. "I might have known that he would be one to give you trouble. Sometimes he gets a little too big for his britches."
While Susan knew that the cleaning lady was trying to be helpful, she would rather handle this without her help.
"Tell me," the lovely young blonde teacher said. "Is there someplace we can go so you can clean up here?"
"Well.. . yes. As a matter-of-fact there is. The lounge I use just behind the stage. I'm all through in there, and no one will be there for as long as you want."
"Thank you," Susan said. "That sounds like the very thing I need. Let's go, big fellow. Time for you and me to have a little talk."
Mark, sensing that there was no way to avoid what was going to happen to him, slowly rose from his seat and headed toward the lounge. Susan followed behind him, getting the germ of an idea.
The lounge was small, though neatly laid out. There was an overstuffed chair, a long couch and a bed, which Susan assumed would be used by anyone who had to stay in the school because of the snow storms that can sometimes make traveling impossible. In many respects, it reminded her of the small area in her own high school, where she and Larry had seen each other for the last time.
It was well lit, and rather pleasant looking to her, though she doubted that Mark was looking at it in a totally different manner.
"Sit down Mark," she told him, pointing to the chair. The setting, coupled with the germ of the idea she already had, made things just a little more clear to her. As she let her eyes wander around the room, she decided that, as a precaution, she would lock the door. She had taken something of a chance the day before, and if what she was thinking of looked as though it was possible, she wasn't going to take a chance like that again. There was more than her job at stake here.
"Tell me something, Mark," she said as she stood in the middle of the room. "Why does Billy bother you?"
"Why does . . . Billy? I don't.. . "
"You know what I'm talking about," she said, coming around to stand in front of him, less than three feet away. "Billy and Cindy. You seem to act as though Billy has no right to pick and chose his friends. I happen to think that Cindy is a nice girl, though I don't know her all that well. What have you got against her?"
"She's a girl," Mark said, as though that was supposed to answer her question.
"A lot of people are girls . . . and women," Susan told him. "Your mother, for one."
"I don't have a mother," Mark said, slightly embarrassed at mentioning it. "Oh, come on, you wouldn't be here if you "Dad said that my mother ran off with some guy a long time ago, before I ever knew her. Dad says that all women are the same. Make a good home for them and they just take off when they want."
"Ooooohhhh . . . " Susan took a moment to let what he was telling her roll around in her mind. His one statement seemed to answer a lot of questions for her. She never thought she could hate anyone very much, but even without meeting Mark's father, she knew she hated him. It wasn't right that he was turning his son into a woman-hating young boy just because of the actions of one woman.
"What would you say if I told you I wasn't at all like that?" she asked.
"I. . . I don't know what I would say," Mark said, still looking down at the floor, his longish red-hair falling slightly into his face and hiding it from Susan's view. "I guess I would say that you were just saying that. That's what Dad would say."
"Have you ever had a girl friend?" Susan asked him. "I think you're quite a good looking boy. I'll bet you could have your pick and choose of the girls in the orchestra if you wanted."
"Aaaahhhh . . . they're all the same," Mark answered.
"Is that so?"
For a moment, there was silence as both Mark and Susan sorted through their thoughts. At fourteen, Mark was just beginning to think that there might not be all that much truth to the things his father had taught him all his life, but since he was going to an all boys school, he never had the chance to completely break away from the influence of his father's way of thinking. Being grouped with so many girls who he didn't know had really thrown him, and he hated to admit to himself that he really liked some of them. In fact, he would have asked one or two of them to go with him to the movies, if he hadn't been so infused with his father's hatred.
"Mark," Susan said. "Do you really think that? That all girls are like your mother, I mean."
Mark shrugged his shoulders as he brought his head up to look at his teacher. He really didn't know. A couple of days ago, before the girls came to the school, he would have not even thought about it, but after some of the things that had been running through his mind, he couldn't make a snap decision like that now.
"I guess not," he said in a resigned voice. He hadn't been sure what Miss Slater was going to do to him when she had made him stay behind, and he was even less sure now. He thought she might spank him, or make him write something stupid one hundred times. He never thought she would talk to him, and certainly not about girls. He had to admit it to himself. She was really kind of pretty. In fact, she was really pretty. She reminded him of the pictures of naked women he had found with some friends of his near the tracks that ran through the warehouse part of the small town. Seeing those pictures had really excited him, while at the same time proving to him that his father had been right in thinking that all women were the same. Only a tramp like his mother would let someone take pictures of her without any clothes on.
Susan watched the young boy turning idea after idea over in his mind. Since he was too wrapped up in the thoughts that were flowing through his young brain, she decided that she would not make matters harder for him by asking him too many questions, but she could tell by the slightly changing expressions on his face that he was really thinking deeply.
She hadn't been being merely nice when she told him he was a good looking young boy. In his own way, he was quite handsome, and she knew that if she were just a little younger, she would want him to ask her out. And she would accept without hesitation, just as she was certain that any of the young girls in the orchestra would accept.
That thought really started things moving in her mind and body both. While she looked at the young boy in the chair, she could feel her own body starting to become aroused, almost the way she had become aroused when she and Billy were alone the day before. At first, she tried hard not to think about that. What she had done for Billy was one thing, but there was something far more important here. Mark's problem was more complex that young Billy's had been, and therefore required a totally different solution. Or did it?
Mark was on the verge of breaking away from his father's way of thinking, and if Susan didn't have the concern of a teacher for him, she would have sent home right then and there with the advise that he just think about the things they had talked about. That wouldn't do any good. Mark might think about them for a while, but soon, very soon, he would go right back to thinking the way he had been. In fact, as a reaction, he might even be more ingrained in that line of thinking, which in turn would make things harder for her and the rest of the orchestra.
It was one thing to just tell a boy like Mark that all women were not the same, but something else to show him. What was that phrase? Actions speak louder than words. Could she, by her actions, overcome the damage infused in this young boy by his father's words? Was it worth a try?
Mark couldn't come to any sort of conclusion about women, no matter how hard he tried to think things through. He was beginning to feel just a little nervous being all alone with this pretty woman. Her nearness was making him feel funny . . . sort of like the way he felt when he had been looking at those pictures. He really wished that she would just let him go home so he didn't have to think of so many things.
He lifted his head to ask his teacher if it would be all right for him to leave, but as soon as he gazed at her blue eyes looking right at him, he couldn't think of what it was he had wanted to say. Instead, he merely stared at her, taking a delight in the way she looked, at the full rich softness of her breasts, clearly outlined by the tight fitting blouse she had chosen to wear today. He could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra, because he could see her bright red nipples pressing tightly against the semi-transparent fabric of the blouse, their reddness contrasting sharply with the cream white of her rounded mounds. When he had been looking at the pictures, he wondered what it would be like to just feel two soft, warm breasts in his hands, and he was wondering exactly the same thing now.
He felt his penis suddenly come to life, just as it had when he had been looking at the pictures. It sprang into stiff rigidity, as though it were straining to force its way through the cloth prison of his his pants.
Susan, who had never once taken her eyes off this young boy, noticed his erection as surely as if he had been totally naked. She could see that those things she had said were starting to nibble away at those things his father had tried to teach him.
Actions speak louder than words, she reminded herself.
And she needed no reminder that her own body was becoming more and more aroused.
"Mark," she said softly, "would you like to have a girlfriend?"
The young teenager looked at her and tilted his head, not all that sure what she was driving at.
"Can't you think of an answer?" she asked him, moving a little closer, and noticing that his expanding cock was expanding all the more.
"I.. . A girl-friend?" he managed to stammer. "I really never thought.. . "
"Oh, I'll bet you've thought about it from time to time," Susan said, pressing her advantage now. "As a matter-of-fact, I'll bet you're thinking about it right now."
"Huh?" Mark barely got the word out. His throat was getting dry, and swallowing was hard. He saw that she was coming closer and closer to him, and he backed up into the chair, as though he would be able to escape her by blending into the stuffing.
"I said, I'll bet you're thinking about having a girl-friend right now," she repeated, a slightly teasing smile on her face. She knew that one of the problems a boy his age could face was the fear of rejection. A proud boy like Mark would most likely want a girl to believe that he wasn't the least bit interested in her, rather than let his feelings be known, and run the risk of having her laugh at him. Susan was determined that there would be no doubt in Mark's mind as to her intentions, just as there was no doubt in her own mind now. She was going to show this boy that his father was wrong, that women were not something to be afraid of, that they were not something to hate.
"I. . . I.. . "
"Mark, I can see that you have an erection. That tells me something."
Mark flushed a bright crimson when she said that. He had been hoping against hope that she wouldn't notice the tented cloth of his pants, and he had tried to alter his sitting position so as to hide it as best he could. That he had failed didn't bother him nearly as much as the fact that she had mentioned it. Not even the other boys he knew mentioned their hard-ons. His breath quickened, and his eyes widened in both fear and shock.
"It.. . it does?" he gulped.
"Mark, it tells me a great deal.. . more than you could tell me with your words. It means that no matter what your father told you, you want to have a girl-friend. And it tells me more. You would like to fuck her, wouldn't you?"
Mark opened his mouth to say something, but found that he couldn't think of anything to say. Things were happening just a little too fast for him, and they were things he wouldn't have been able to handle even if they had been happening a little slower.
"Tell you what," Susan said, delighting in the fact that she had total control of this situation. "I'll be your girl-friend. At least for a little while. Would you like that?"
"Oh God!" the young boy gasped. She was bending down close to him, and as his eyes fixed on the generous swelling of her thrusting mounds, his penis began palpitating wildly now. His brain reeled with so many thoughts he couldn't sort through them. Sensations were spreading through his body, sensations and feelings he had always managed to control until this very moment. His balls began to ache from the presence of quickly gathering sperm, and he knew that he would have to jack off as soon as he got home. Generally, he liked to masturbate when he was in bed, but he would never be able to wait until then.
The lovely blonde woman leaned down and closer to him, and he could feel her hot breath on his cheek, like the scorching heat of a branding iron. Her hand reached out and her fingers pressed lightly on his knee, seeming to burn him right through the cloth of his pants.
"Well, Mark, would you like to have me for a girl-friend for a while" Susan repeated. She had managed to make 'herself more excited than she had with Billy. She remembered how she had fingered her vagina while she sucked on the cock of the younger boy, and how she had wished that she had a cock in her cunt, instead of her fingers. This time was going to be different. Mark was certainly old enough to fuck her the way she wanted to be fucked. Nothing was going to stop her from getting that pleasure while she broke the hold his father had on him.
"Miss . . . Miss Slater . . . I. . . you . . . " Mark couldn't form the words in his mind, let alone his mouth. He tried to press himself tighter against the back of the chair, his young heart beating like a trip hammer in his chest.
Susan was determined that she would have this young boy fucking her, and she was going to stop at nothing. He seemed as though he was teetering on the edge, and she knew the very thing that would bring him totally around.
"I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside my cunt, Mark. I'll be your girl-friend and I'll show you that your father is wrong.
Fucking is fun, Mark, and I want to have some fun right now. With this."
As she spoke, she reached out and touched his pulsing penis with the tips of her fingers.
Mark almost crawled up the back of the chair in a convulsive reaction to the searing sensation of her fingers on his super-sensitive, virgin penis, but he was held by a stronger force, immobilized by the strangeness of what was happening to him. Susan began stroking his penis then, increasing the rhythm and pressure of her hand. She leaned still closer to him, her breasts pressing hotly, softly against his body. Then her lips found his face and traced a pattern upward along the smoothness of his young cheek. Her tongue flicked out to trail a path of fire along his flesh as she continued massaging his cock through his pants.
"Miss Slater . . . Miss . . . " Mark's young voice was barely above a whisper, and his throat was so dry that he barely managed to get the words out at all.
"You want to fuck me, Mark. I know you do. And I want you to fuck me. I want to help you. I want to show you that your father is wrong about women. He must have had some feeling at one time, and I want to show you that feeling."
"Ooooohhhh . . . "
Mark couldn't help himself. like a tightly coiled spring, he snapped forward, and his mouth was grinding against his teacher's, his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth. Susan's hand began to move faster and faster on his turgid, swollen shaft, and she sucked and nibbled at his tongue, swirling her own around and around inside, as though she were teaching him what to do . . . and how to do it. As if with a will of its own, the young boy's hand came up and found her breast, squeezed and kneaded the soft, pliant flesh momentarily, then popped several buttons as he reached in through the seam and pulled it away to expose both luscious mounds with their desire-swollen nipples and dark pink aureoles. He could feel the wetness of the seminal fluid seeping from the gland on the hard rubbery tip of his cock as Susan continued to massage him through his pants. Christ, he had never even held hands with a girl before, and here he was, rubbing her tits while she stroked his cock. It was too much. If only his father could see him now. HIS FATHER!
As that thought ripped through his mind, he suddenly realized what was happening. As his fingers kneaded and squeezed the hot resilient flesh of her breasts and his hard penis spasmed nearly out of control, he realized that anyone could come into this room. They would see what was happening, and they would tell his father. Boy, would he get a licking if his father found out what he had done. He'd be black and blue for a month . . . if he were lucky!
He pulled himself away from his teacher's mouth violently and did a half flip over the arm of the chair, so that her hand left his cock and he was standing away from her, his face flushed with a brilliant crimson from a wild combination of shame, fear and arousal. He tried not to look at the half-naked blonde woman.
"Why . . . Mark . . . What's the matter?" Susan asked, not at all understanding what could have caused such a reaction. "We're all alone in here. We don't have to worry about anything."
"No . . . the cleaning lady . . . she might come in . . . someone can just walk in and . . . "
"No one will come in," Susan said softly, trying to calm him down a little. She could see even more clearly now the damage his father had done to him. He was afraid to experience the greatest of all pleasures. Susan hoped that she hadn't gotten to him too late. "I want you to fuck me. That's all we have to think about." Susan meant every word of that. She had worked herself up to a fever pitch, and she was not about to be denied satisfaction now. . . not after all she had worked for nearly within her grasp.
"No," he said, starting to walk to the door. He had to get away from this place. The memory of her breasts still burned on his hands. He knew that would never be able to wait until he got home to jack off now. He would have to get to the bathroom at the end of the hall.. . if he could hold out that long.
But as he put his hand on the door know, he heard his teacher call his name from behind him.
"Mark," she whispered softly, as though she were going to tell him everything would be all right.
He turned around, his face still bright red, his tongue and lips and throat as dry as the desert, but when he saw her, he nearly fell to the floor with his shock.
Susan was standing in the middle of the small room, totally naked.
She had slipped out of her already unbuttoned blouse and unzipped her skirt, letting both garments fall to a little puddle around her trim ankles. Mark gazed with a young boy's intent at her supple nakedness, his eyes roaming over the smooth, cream white flesh of her body. He saw the twin mounds of her full, apple shaped breasts, topped with the cherry-sized nipples, which were hard and distended with her passion. He stared at the perfect hour-glass shape of her waist and the delightful flaring out of her well-fleshed hips.
And at the golden triangle of her cuntal hair, glistening with thick drops of vaginal lubrication that had already seeped from her passion-flushed pussy lips.
Susan stood with her legs spread wide apart, her head and shoulders pulled back, her hands knuckled provocatively at him with her mouth parted kitten like, the tip of her wet pink tongue barely piercing her lips. Her breasts seemed to quiver as if with some inner vibration, and her legs were moist with the flowing juices of her passion-flowered cuntal mouth.
Mark opened his mouth, but there was nothing he could say. She looked more lovely than any of the girls in the pictures he had seen . . . and she was real!
Slowly, slowly, Susan lowered her hands, her eyes fastened on his, and pressed her finger tips to the glistening yellow triangle of her shimmering pussy mound, lightly caressing herself between her legs, her nails glistening as she blazed a path through the thick, silken hair surrounding her cunt. When her fingers reached the glistening pink slit between her legs, she placed the thumb and forefinger of her left hand on either side of the soft shining lips and spread them apart, revealing the trembling pink bud of her clitoris to the young boy's lust-enticed gaze. With her right hand then, she traced up her cuntal slit until her finger came in contact with the trembling bud. She tweaked it once . . . twice, teasing herself, increasing the flow of vaginal lubrication running down her trembling thighs. Then her middle finger went lower until it poised at the lips of her vagina, and finally slipped easily inside her cuntal sheath, buried to the second knuckle. She withdrew it slowly, and slipped it in again, withdrew it and slipped it in, fucking herself as she had done while she was sucking on Billy's cock. She knew she was taking a chance that she would completely frighten Mark away, but it was a chance she was certain was worth taking. She was hedging all her bets that nature would take its course against the training and indoctrination he had received from his father.
Faster and faster her finger slid wetly in and out of her naked cunt, and as she rolled and twisted her hips with delight at the sensations she was causing to spread throughout her body, she spoke to her student in a low, easy voice.
"I want you to fuck me. I want you to come over here and put your cock in my cunt. Is that asking too much? I want to feel your cock instead of my finger, Mark."
The young boy couldn't believe what he was hearing. No one he knew ever talked like that.. . not even some of the older boys at the high school. The sound of her voice uttering words like "cock" and "cunt" lashed at his young mind, and he could feel himself losing all control.
"Take your clothes off, Mark. I want to see your penis. I know you have a big cock, Mark. I felt it.
Now I want to see what it looks like."
This was too much for the young boy. He couldn't think of a thing, save for the incredible burning heat churning in his cock and balls. The sight of his lovely teacher finger-fucking herself right in front of him, totally unashamed that he was looking at her.. . It was all too much.
He had to fuck her. There were no two ways about it!
He really wasn't sure what he was doing, but some how, he managed to unbutton his shirt as he walked toward the lovely young woman, slipping out of the thin spring garment and dropping it to the floor as he approached. Everything seemed like a dream to him now, one in which there was no reality or unreality. He watched her middle finger cease its rhythmic motion in and out of her vagina as he walked toward her, and her face became creased with a knowing smile, one which spoke of her triumph over his father as she claimed her victory. His hands went to her, pulling her finger away from her tight young cunt with a loud wet popping sound, rubbing her body hard against his, pulling her naked hips tightly up against him.
He felt her hands fumbling with his belt, opening it, and then pulling down the fly of his pants, helping him shed the defensive shell of his clothing.
And suddenly, he was as naked as she was.. . actually naked in front of a naked woman. It took several moments for the reality of the situation to sink in. Nothing like this had ever happened to him, and he had never thought that it would. For a moment, he wasn't sure if he liked the wild and strange sensations searing through his fourteen year old body, but it didn't take him long to make up his mind. He liked them all right. He liked them a lot. It was better than being naked in bed, beating off.
"Ooooohhhh . . . " Susan squealed as she stepped back to admire his nakedness. "Your cock is so large, just like I knew it would be. It's bigger than I thought. Mmmmmmmmm . . . I can't wait to have it inside me, and I know you can't wait to put it there."
"Right here? In the room here?" Mark asked, as though he might be expecting them to hop in her car and go somewhere.
"There's a bed right here," Susan said, nearly laughing at his innocence. "This place is as good as any . . . and better than most."
Her laughter after that rippled and echoed through the small room as she pulled him the few short steps to the bed in the room, and then dropped to the mattress, pulling him down over her, entwining her body with his.
Mark was still a little confused. He had thought that he was going to be severely punished by his teacher when she made him stay after rehearsal, but he wouldn't have left the room now for all the paper routes in the town. This was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and he was going to take full advantage of it. He hoped he would make her happy.
Experimentally, he showered her body with hot moist kisses, delighting in everything that was happening around him. He reveled in the warm, musky odor that wafted at his nostrils as he pressed his face in the deep clefted valley of her soft, pliant breasts, his hands moving over them, cupping them, and them moving down to grasp and squeeze at the firmness of her buttocks. She was breathing into his ear, and her tongue flicked out to dance inside, racing along the soft sensitive skin there. Her hands searched down between their tightly locked bodies to locate the hot hardness of his young cock, and she smiled as she heard him gasp when her soft, warm fingers closed around it, pressuring it delightfully. Then his mouth was pressing against her lips and their tongues lashed and danced with each others. Susan crushed the full length of her body passionately against his as she opened her legs wide, her cunt flaring open, waiting eagerly.
Susan felt exactly now as she had that night so long ago, and she was certain that Mark would be able to satisfy her, even though she could tell this was his first time fucking a woman. Her small, soft hands were running wildly up and down his body, tracing the muscles of his adolescent body, exploring the tautly clenched cheeks of his ass, searching all of him, delighting in the sensations of his closeness to her. His cock rested hard against her thighs, trailing dribbles of semen along her white flesh, mingling with her own flowing cuntal emissions. She reached under her own buttocks as she levered their tightly entwined bodies up with the full strength of her back, and with both hands pulled open her vaginal lips, spreading them apart to give his young penis greater contact with the moist sensitive flesh as it slipped off her thigh to lie full length in her warm wet crevice, the bulbous, mushroom-shaped head resting deliriously against her achingly rigid clitoris. Then she relaxed, dropping her body back to the mattress, his solid shaft trapped hotly between her warm, fully fleshed thighs.
Mark was totally confused. Since nothing like this had every happened to him before, he was forced to rely on his instincts . . . instincts as old as mankind itself. He moved his hands between her shoulders and the bed and ran them down the smooth curves of her back and hips, exploring her, delighting in his first sexual experience, making little purling sounds deep in his throat. The raised ridges of her spine felt hot to his young, tender hands as she began to undulate her body up against him in a slow, teasing tempo. The tightness of her thighs pressed against the outside of his hips, and he was glad for the moment that she was taking the dominant roll. He could almost picture what it would be like to have his throbbing hard shaft piercing her soft, moist cuntal flanges and driving endlessly to her hot little belly.
Susan's nails clawed along his back, making long red trails in his young skin. He pushed his hands farther down beneath her, cupping and kneading the ripeness of her buttocks in his palms, pulling her pussy up tighter against him. He sawed his perns up and down in the seething slit, noting that it became more and more moist with each passing moment as her passion flowed out of her there. Her ass-cheeks began a more desperate rotation up against his loins until her legs snaked out rapidly and wrapped around him, her ankles locking tightly in the back of his thighs, pulling him tightly against her.
"Now.. . fuck me now, Mark. I want to feel your cock filling me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!"
She reached between them, groping for his cock, and her small, warm fingers circled around his hard, throbbing penis and guided it up between the moist pink lips of her needing vagina. Mark couldn't believe the sensations ripping through his inexperienced form. This had to be a million times better than beating off. He moaned passionately as he felt her hands gripping his painfully swollen cock and stroke it up and down, moving his cock-head just along the passion-flushed lips of her sucking cunt. The pressure of his balls threatened to blow his mind as she pressed his cock-head at the softly trembling opening of her seething cuntal slit, and he sensed that the time was right.
The young boy flexed his hips with a sudden, anxious thrust that drove his huge, blood-hard rod deep into the passionately moaning woman's hungrily clasping vagina. It seemed to slide through her vaginal orifice unendingly, his balls hammering wetly against the naked flesh of her upturned buttocks. He felt her soft, elastic cuntal flesh slip wetly along the full expanse of his lust-engorged penis, swallowing the entire shaft as it raced the full length of her naked belly, like a mighty piston fitting perfectly into a well-lubricated cylinder.
"Aaaahhaah . . . ! " Susan moaned in blissful release beneath him.
Then, Mark felt the head of his cock rest hard against the sensitive ring of her cervix as every single inch of his penis tilled her.
"Mmmmmmmmm . . . oooohhhhh!" she mewled. "Aaaaahhhh . . . that's it, love . . . that's the way to fuck me, Mark. I can feel every inch of your cock inside me. Fuck me with it. Fuck me with your cock. Now. NOW!"
There was no thought of his father on Mark's mind now. Pleasure had completely wiped his mind clean of the things his father had taught him. Her wild abandoned cries were all he knew at that moment, and they caused him to grind his pelvis harder into the writhing, pliant flesh of the young woman beneath him with long hard strokes. Susan strained back under him, arching her loins up to him, lifting both of them completely off the mattress. She moaned unceasingly now under his hard-driving cock, opening and closing her legs around him as she worked up and down in a primitive tempo. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head tossing from side to side in complete, wild abandon.
"Oooohhh . . . it's good . . . it's good . . . that's the way . . . that's it. . . fuck me hard . . . hard . . . " she mewled, remembering now all those things that had happened long ago with Larry. Mark's cock was easily as large as Larry's had been, and she felt as though her thighs were being split apart by its delicious girth. His pulsating hardness fucked forward up to the very depths of her belly, her inner vaginal walls clasping around the hardened cock like a tight-fitting glove. She could feel every pulsing vein on its underside, and the broad lust-filled tip felt so good as it pressed against her cervix that she was certain she would cry tears of joy.
Mark couldn't believe the sensations of having a real cunt tightly clasping his cock like this. It was better than anything he could have imagined. He began a low, rhythmical fucking motion, feeling his way as he went along, gradually increasing the length of his strokes until his loins were pumping like a jackhammer against Susan's wildly squirming pelvis. At first, Mark had been pulling his teacher's body up to meet him in quick little jerking motions, his hands grasping her tautly rounded buttocks, but now he felt her swooping up on his rigid cock of her own accord, making tiny grinding motions up against his pelvis each time he buried himself into her up to the hilt.
Then he felt her moist cunt begin a gentle massaging motion around the thick hilt of his lust-enraged penis. Mark ground his loins into the squirming flaccid saddle of her flesh as she strained up to meet him, arching her back again and again as she lifted them both off the mattress. Her thighs trembled ceaselessly under his body grinding into hers, opening and closing around his hips like the useless struggle of a butterfly pinned to a board. Gradually, her moans took up a chanting that matched the rhythmic pulse of his steady in and out rhythm up between her quivering thighs.
Mark sensed everything that was happening to him, each slight experience registering on his mind and made all the better because it was his first time. He could feel his cock expanding and growing up inside her soft white belly as he carefully met her accelerating rocking movements, pulling his young swollen hardness out to an inch from the tip before driving it hard back into her palpitating cunt, then gradually out again, faster and faster. Again and again he stroked into the warm steaming moistness of her hotly clinging pussy, his sperm-inflated testicles slapping each time against her roundly working buttocks below.
Susan never dreamed that a youth with complete inexperience would be able to make her feel this satisfied. She knew that she had managed to break through the influence his father had instilled in him, that after this moment, he would be able to lead a normal life, free of the hatred brought about by his father.
But those thoughts were tossed to the wind as she began concentrating all her attention on the blissful sensations her student was bringing her body. Her mouth hung slackly open as she groaned out loud in the empty room. Ceaseless deep-throated moans escaped from between her lips with each smooth stroke of Mark's hard-pistoning cock, her flowing golden hair fanning out around her face as she wildly writhed beneath him.
Mark lifted himself and let his eyes pass down over the tautly stretched tendons of his teacher's soft, cream white neck, delighting in the pleasure he was able to bring her. There was no doubt in his mind that he could please her now, something that he had been worried about when she first started this. Like all young boys, he had been frightened by the unknown, but that fear dissolved as he saw that he had completely swept her away.
He glanced a little farther down her body, pausing for a moment to relish the eye-pleasing mounds of her heaving, wide-set breasts, their firm pink nipples jutting out like tiny berries offered up for him to devour, and then he looked on farther past her tender cock-stuffed belly to their merging loins below.
As he fucked deeper and deeper between her wide-splayed legs, he could see his blood-distended penis withdrawing almost full length from the clasping crimson pink lips of her pussy, then rushing headlong back into the up-thrusting mound up between her open thighs. The lovely blonde teacher was pushing up to meet his fucking thrusts as though she were unable to wait even a split second for his next plunge into her moist hot cunt. Each time he drove his penis home to the hilt, the young boy held it there for a moment, savoring the delicious sensations as she shuddered on his deeply fucking shaft of flesh, her loins jerking in tiny quick rotations that threatened to make his cum-laden balls explode at any moment. Since he had masturbated, he could tell when he was getting close to ejaculation, and he knew that that moment was not too far off.
Again and again the lovely blonde teacher wrenched her pelvis downward as Mark began the long withdrawal, her warm moist pussy sucking at his thick throbbing cock like a wild animal in heat. Letting his upper body fall forward onto hers again, Mark reveled in the delight that his father was wrong about women. He knew that he would have to do this fucking more often Susan no longer cared that she was helping one of her students. The only thing that mattered to her was her impending climax. Spreading her legs even wider to give him greater access to her ravenous pussy, Susan pitched crazily under her young student, sensing that she would be reaching that long awaited climax soon. Eagerly, she opened and closed her trembling thighs around his hips in unison to his deeply fucking strokes into her all-consuming cunt. Into his ear, she warbled meaningless cries as though she had no control over her voice as she came closer and closer to that delirious moment of fulfillment.
Suddenly the young teacher pulled her knees up under Mark's chest as high as they would go, presenting her upward thrusting loins in desperate urging to his incredible cock-strokes, and then she found her voice again.
"Ooooohhhh . . . fuck it. . . fuck it hard . . . hard!" she chanted, mumbling those words which had first come to her so long ago, but had not been used since then, spurring him on with the sporadic pounding of her heels on his tightly clenched young buttocks. Then she moaned as if in pain, and Mark thought for a moment that he might be doing something to hurt her. That was the last thing he wanted to do, especially since she had opened the door of sexual pleasure for him, but as she pulled her thighs up higher and pressed her full-mounded breasts tighter against his smooth chest, he knew that he was doing nothing wrong. Far from it, in fact.
"I'm cumming!" the young blonde woman exclaimed as though she couldn't believe it, her mouth opening wide in total, ecstatic abandon. "I'm cumming!" she repeated, like she was convincing herself.
The whole of her widely stretched pink pussy was presented to her lust-crazed student to use as he wished, her ankles now locked high up over his shoulders, her toes curled under into tight little balls. Mark could feel her tiny throbbing clitoris jerking along the top of his slowly driving cock, as her loins squirmed against him in the wild uninhibited throes of her orgasm. Her words had once again become incoherent, unintelligible syllables whose meaning was known only to herself, her wide unseeing eyes gazing as if in wonder at the reaches of the ceiling.
Mark was totally marveled at what was happening to his lovely blonde teacher. Nothing he had seen in the pictures he had found suggested that something like this would happen, and he looked down at the young woman racing out of control into a wild climax. He gritted his teeth and clenched his buttocks reflexively to keep from cumming himself as he slavered and sweated over her harder than he would have dreamed possible. This was so much better than jacking off that he wanted it to last as long as possible, and the thought that he might be able to fuck her again and again was firmly fixed in his mind. What the hell? If he couldn't fuck Miss Slater again, there would be plenty of other girls in the orchestra.
"I'M CUMMIINGG!! " Susan suddenly cried out again, the words urging him on to plunge deeper into her wetly gyrating pussy. He could feel her ass-cheeks clenching at his tingling cum-swollen balls beneath as she locked herself to him with all the strength of her convulsively twitching thighs, shuddering against his body, the hotly clasping walls of her cunt flooding warm sticky orgasmic juices out around his buried hardness for what seemed like an eternity.
The young blonde held her breath for a long moment and then expelled it as though she had been hit in the stomach, her body collapsing limply back onto the mattress in the lounge. She lay still and unmoving, uncontrollable palpitations of her well-fucked cunt going on and on like a wild animal just beginning to be tamed, pulsing around Mark's deeply lodged cock.
Mark was a little puzzled by her actions, and he slowed his motions, wondering what he should do. Reflexively, he flexed his still aching penis deep in her tight-clutching vagina, and was shocked when she came to life again.
He reached his hands back under the young blonde woman's still softly quivering buttocks to knead the resilient flesh like ripe luscious fruits. The physically exhausted woman felt her body again sparking with the hint of another orgasm as Mark explored her loins with one hand, his finger wetting itself in the fluids seeping from her cunt. He ran his finger then up and down the narrow crevice between her buttocks, as though he were searching for her tight little anal opening. And then he found it, and he began to shove hard against the puckered rubbery ring, as though he wanted to shove his finger in, but wasn't.certain if he should.
"Oooohhhhh . . . uuuummmmm . . . that's it, Mark," Susan whispered softly. "That's the way. Shove your finger up my ass like that."
Mark did as she asked, pushing his finger up into her anus as he again began fucking her with his painfully expanded cock. He moved his nearly exploding penis in and out of her cunt, and was further startled as Susan began rocking back and forth beneath him again. Soon they were fucking together again in complete abandoned unison, Susan moaning out low as she sensed the ripples of another orgasm building deep in her loins. She hadn't felt this completely filled in her life before . . . not even with Larry. The sensations spreading through her body were driving her wild.
"Ooooohhhh . . . MY GOD!" she suddenly cried out, the sound of her voice filling the small room. "I'm cumming again. Don't stop! I'M CUMMING!"
This time Mark could not hold back. His wildly jerking penis expanded hotly inside her moistly pulsing pussy, the machine-gun spurts beginning deep down in his aching balls at long last. His scalding semen spewed up into her wetly flooded cunt as he groaned above her like a wild animal trumpeting his lust in the jungle.
"That's it. . . " Susan hissed up at him. "Fuck me . . . fuck me. . . I'm cumming.. . I'm cumming . . . cumming . . . cumming . . . "
"I. . . . I'm cumming too . . . aaaaahhhh . . . ! " Mark panted.
"Yes. . . Yes.. . fill me with your hot cum, love," Susan gasped as she felt the delicious heated wetness shooting into her like liquid fire. Her hotly clasping vagina tightened around his hard-driving thickness as her own lust-fired secretions once more erupted and spilled out into the already drowning cavern of her wildly quivering pussy channel.
Mark gave one last powerful lunge up between her upraised legs and held himself there to spew out the last precious drop of semen into the sucking mouth of the blonde teacher's cunt.
"I've . . . put . . . my . . . cum . . . in . . . your. . . cunt.. . " Mark gasped, not the least in control of his actions or thoughts or words, holding his I exploding loins as tight to her squirming pussy flesh as he could. He could feel the insides of her I vagina still gushing forth as she writhed greedily, anxious to suck from him all the sperm he had to offer. Shoving her ass-cheeks downward, Susan squirmed her frantically clutching anus around the skewering middle finger of his hand until his palm was pressed flat against her buttocks, the tiny ring I of flesh contracting around him. Then it was all over for her. It had seemed endless, but she gave i one last groan and trembled under him as she let herself collapse on the mattress. Her tapering legs fell outward from his body so that she lay spread-eagled beneath him, her eyes closed in complete satiation.
Mark lay still for a moment, savoring the total depletion in his loins. The tender young blonde teacher's well-fucked cunt fluttered slightly around his now limp penis, and then as he slowly pulled himself away from her until it slipped uselessly out of her widely stretched cuntal opening, he at the same time pulled his middle finger out from between her silken ass-cheeks with a slight popping noise. As he rose up to his knees above his teacher's semi-unconscious form he could see the wetly tangled golden hair around the sweet lips of her pussy glistening in the light of the room. The smooth white flesh of her splayed out inner thighs was sticky with the mingled wetness of their fucking, cum dripping in tiny white rivulets down the valley of her buttocks.
Mark was totally speechless. He never dreamed that fucking a real woman could be so wonderful. He silently cursed his father for all the things the older man had tried to teach him . . . things Mark could see now were wrong. There wasn't a thing wrong with Miss Slater, that was for sure, and he was certain that he would be checking out some of the other girls he was now in contact with. Christ! Some of them he knew, or at least saw from time to time in the neighborhood. If he couldn't be going to school with them, at least he could talk to them after school, and being with them at rehearsal was going to be a real blast from now on.
"Mark," Susan whispered in an exhausted voice.
"Yes, Miss Slater?"
"I think . . . I think you can leave now . . . for your paper route."
His paper route! He had forgotten all about it! He knew that a lot of people were going to be really pissed at him for getting their papers late. Well, that was too bad. At the moment, he felt so damn good he didn't care if he never worked again.
Slowly, he pulled himself off his teacher, and she came to a sitting position, watching him dress as she had done with Larry.
The two of them were silent. Susan reasoned that she wouldn't have to make Mark promise not to mention this to anyone, and she believed that if she did make him promise, just to be on the safe side, she would destroy much of the good she had done for him. He had acted like an adult, and she decided that she would treat him like one.
Finally, after a smiling good-bye from her student, Susan was left all alone. She liked the feeling of sitting casually in the nude without a care in the world like this. She could see now that she had a double mission. One was what she had been hired to do . . . get the boys and girls together and have them play music as best they could. She had thought that would be difficult under the best of circumstances, but it was easy, compared to the other part of her mission. She wondered how many other young boys in the orchestra felt the same way Mark did about women. She reasoned that Mark was just an extreme case, and she believed that she had undone all the damage his father had. Mark Phillips and Billy Wilson. She had shown two of her students the pleasures they had been missing out of because of their being at an all-boy's school. Because Susan's commitment to teaching was so great, she realized that she couldn't forsake all the other boys in the orchestra. Even though some of them had picked up on Billy's example of at least being friendly with the girls, Susan knew that there was much, much more work ahead of her. She remembered something that she had been taught.. . something that hadn't made sense to her in her classroom, but rang true and clear now.
"Personalized attention for the student is the greatest of all possible teaching methods," her own teacher had said.
She knew that he had instruction in things like math and reading, and in her case, music. But there was so much more to life that these kids were missing, she thought as she began dressing herself. So much that they can only think about, if that much . . . so much that I can give them . . . that only I can give them.
She saw her duty clear then. She would have to give each and every one of the boys her own special personalized attention . . . leading them through that first affair that would make it possible for them to enjoy life to the fullest.
Of course, she thought to herself, it's not really all that bad. After all, I have as much fun as they do!, and I can learn along with them. Who knows? There's nothing to say that they can't teach me a few thing as well. I've been denying myself a normal sex life as much as these boys have been denied one.
She started to walk out of the building when she saw the cleaning lady busy sweeping up a section of the hall way.
"Oooohhh . . . Miss Slater," the lady said. "I trust that everything went well with young Mr. Phillips."
"Very well, thank you," Susan answered, smiling to herself.
"I suppose I should have warned you about that one," the cleaning lady said. "But I never like to impose my thoughts on another person."
"Something tells me that there won't be any more trouble from him," Susan told her.
"Oooohhh.. . I hope you weren't too hard on the young boy."
"Thorough," Susan said as she opened the door to leave, "But hardly too hard on him. I'm certain he learned something from the experience."
"That's nice," Susan heard the cleaning lady say as she closed the door behind her.
CHAPTER FOUR
The rest of the week passed quickly, as did the following week. Susan put her plan of personalized instruction into action right after each rehearsal. She would single out one boy who looked as though he needed help, keep him after the rehearsal without telling him what she was planning to do, and then teach him the pleasures of sex after everyone else had left. She got things squared away with the cleaning woman by telling the older lady that she wanted to use the little room behind the stage as a place where she could discipline those students who needed it. At first the cleaning lady thought that Susan might be being a little harsh, since the new teacher never told her exactly what that disciplining entailed, but when she saw the change coming over those students Susan had already kept after, she was more willing to let the lovely young teacher do what she wanted.
Susan noticed several changes after she had put her new methods into full swing. For one thing, there was no more tension and discord between the boys and girls. They not only started getting along better with one another, but were actually teaming up, those who were better players helping those who were not as naturally gifted. Billy and Cindy seemed to have formed a team that reminded Susan so much of how she and Larry had been that she almost wanted to cry from the good feeling it brought her. In fact, she managed to get Larry's address from his mother and wrote him a letter, telling him some of the things she was doing. She wondered how he would react to getting a letter from her, since they had drifted apart when he left.
Mark's actions especially stunned those children Susan had not yet gotten to. He was polite for a change, and not only to Susan, but to those girls that were in his section. And his friends seemed to sense that his change was not merely to please their teacher. . . brown nosing, but was actually a genuine change . . . something that had changed within him.
One by one, other boys began to realize what had caused the change in both Billy and Mark as Susan singled them out and took them to the "discipline room" as the lounge back stage had been labeled. No one told anyone else about what went on there, knowing that words were totally inadequate, and that those who hadn't been there probably wouldn't believe it anyway.
There was another change that Susan noticed. . . something so subtle that she only noticed it when she stopped to think about it.
The orchestra was beginning to sound better than she could have possible hoped when she first came. Not only were the players getting along better, they were playing together as though they had been rehearsing with each other all their young lives. And the more Susan took her little boys into the room, fucking them and licking them, having them lick her breasts and cunt while she sucked on their sweet young cocks, the better they sounded.
Things were moving swiftly as a result of that. By the end of the second week, they were at a point where Susan hadn't thought they would be until the end of the month. She almost thought of telling her professor that the theory of personalized attention ought to be expanded to every facet of education, but she thought the better of that. After all, she knew that there were some people who would deny that she was doing any good . . . who would in fact say that she was causing a great deal of harm. Those people would totally overlook the end results of her actions, and would impose their out-moded morals on her . . . morals that had nearly ruined some of the students already.
Thus it was that Susan and her orchestra became a close knit group. Randy Wilkens, the director of the boy's school, hadn't made one appearance at a rehearsal, and Susan was more than glad for that. It gave her a totally free hand in her actions, and as long as things were moving swiftly and smoothly, she saw no reason to change her methods.
But not everything was moving smoothly, as she learned at the beginning of the third week. By this time, she had offered her attention to nearly half the boys in the orchestra who she thought really needed help. As she lead the group through the third movement and part of the fourth, she found that her thoughts were dwelling on what had happened the last Friday. One boy, not yet twelve, had appeared shy and totally withdrawn right from the very beginning, and seemed to have gotten worse when Mark, Billy and some of the other boys were especially friendly to some of the girls in his section. No matter how hard he tried, he simply could not compete with those boys Susan had taken care of all ready. After that rehearsal, she had taken him to the room and stripped his young lithe frame as slowly as she could while she had him do the same to her. At first, he had been frightened, but soon nature took over where his knowledge ended, and when she slipped her lush lips around the throbbing hardness of his hot young penis, he totally surprised her by suggesting that he suck her vagina while she had his cock tin her mouth. This was something new for Susan, blind at first she was a little frightened herself at its strangeness. But she reasoned, quickly, that she might learn something new and exciting, and she agreed, never once regretting her decision once he started. Bruce Roberts was the boy's name, and he explored every inch of her moist seething vagina with his slender hot tongue, thrusting it in and out between her legs as though he hadn't eaten for a week, and her cum-juices were his only nourishment. She almost had to laugh when she finally came, inundating his face tightly trapped between her spasming thighs with the heated wetness from her cunt, but laughing was totally out of the question as he flooded her mouth at the same moment with the warm creamy thick flood of his semen.
Susan never thought that something like that would make her feel as good as it had, and she reminded herself that she really could learn something from her students as she taught them.
Her thoughts had caused her to lose a beat, and in no time, the orchestra fell apart without her needed direction. The way the violins raced ahead of the brass, while falling behind the woodwinds was so comical that everyone had to stop for a long moment to get serious again. The sound of children laughing drowned out Susan's own laughter as she told them to take a short break before they gave it another try.
During that break, Susan viewed the fruits of her energies. Already pairs of boys and girls were forming. Bruce and Jill Strombern were talking very secretively, no doubt planning something together after the rehearsal. Mark was busy making several girls at once laugh with his exaggerated antics, and Susan's trained eyes could see that he had already singled out one of them for some activity later on. She remembered the satisfying fuck he had given her, and she almost envied the young girl, Linda Peters. There were going to be some good times had by the two of them. Billy and Cindy were engaged in a serious discussion about something or other, and while Susan would like to have known what it was they were talking about, she realized that it was between the two of them.
While she was looking over her little group, smiling inwardly and outwardly at the good feeling she sensed, she felt a slight tugging on her sweater.
She looked down to see Terry Simpson, a blonde girl with wide blue eyes and the type of smooth skin one does not usually associate with children of her age. Susan had always thought of Terry as something of a daughter. Terry looked so much like Susan had when she was thirteen that she could have easily passed for her daughter. Terry was something of a shy little girl, though without a doubt one of the more pretty girls in the orchestra. She had the strange distinction of playing in the percussion section, which placed her right next to Harold Morse, one of the boys Susan had not yet fucked.
"Yes, Terry?" Susan asked, dropping to her knees so that she was eye level with the young girl.
"Miss Slater . . . I. . . I . . . I want to go to the discipline room," Terry said, fear obvious in her trembling young face.
At first, Susan couldn't believe that she had heard correctly. She continued smiling at the lovely young girl, almost as though she were still waiting for an answer. Realization suddenly dawned on the young blonde teacher, and her smile changed into an expression of seriousness.
"You . . . you what?" she asked softly, just to make sure she had heard correctly.
"I want to go to the discipline room," Terry said, this time with a little more determination.
Susan narrowed her eyes at the young girl. "Wha . . . why?" she asked, trying to figure out who Terry could have heard about it from.
"Well. . . Harold and I. . . we kinda like each other, Miss Slater," Terry said as she turned a beat red from her obvious embarrassment. "But we . . . well.. . we don't know what to do."
Susan listened patiently, wondering how she could possibly handle this situation. She hadn't expected something like this to crop up. It never occurred to her that some of the girls might need the same help as the boys did, and even if it had, she wasn't sure what she could do about it.
"Mark told Harold that you could help us by taking us to the discipline room, and Harold told me to ask you," Terry said, looking as though she might be asking too much of her teacher.
"Did Mark tell you what happens in there?" Susan asked.
"Well. . . no . . . but he said it was a lot of fun," Terry said hopefully.
Susan breathed a sigh of relief. The last thing she needed was to have anyone, even Mark, spreading rumors about what she was doing . . . even if those rumors were true.
"Well.. . I don't really know if I can help you," Susan said, feeling as though she were failing in her duties for the first time since she had come to the school.
"Please, Miss Slater," Terry begged, tears welling up in her eyes and making them look like deep pools of shimmering water.
"Uh . . . well. . . what does Harold say?" Susan asked, trying to think of what, if anything, she could do to help. She realized that she couldn't turn her back on any student, and this problem was really taxing her imagination.
"Harold says he'll go along with anything you say," Terry said.
Susan stretched her neck and found Harold standing in his section, oblivious to what was going on around him as he stared hopefully in Susan's direction.
The young student teacher thought quickly. While she had merely put the orchestra on a break for a little while, nothing could be harmed by her dismissing them early. After all, they were making so much progress so quickly that it might do them some good to leave early.
"All right," she said, placing her hand on Terry's shoulder. "I'll send everyone home early and well go to the room. You and I and Harold."
"Oooooohhhh . . . Thank you, Miss Slater!" Terry squealed. Her happiness calmed Susan somewhat. She found it hard to believe that Terry, a girl of thirteen, would need some sort of help. She wondered if perhaps Terry might have come under the same type of influence that Mark had.. . an overly restrictive parent trying to impose out-dated morals on her. Perhaps both Harold and Terry thought things were more complex then they really were. Almost anything was possible, Susan thought. Again she silently cursed the type of school system that would separate boys and girls at that very moment in their lives when they should be together as much as possible.
"Attention . . . everyone . . . " Susan tapped with her baton to bring the noise down. Some of the players began returning to their sections, thinking that the break was over and they would have to once again start work. "Since we've come a lot farther than I thought we would have by this point, I've decided that we could all stand to leave early. Therefore, I'm dismissing you right now. I hope you all put the free hour to good use."
There was a general cheer as the children scrambled to pack their instruments. Even though they liked playing for Miss Slater, there was nothing better than free time. Some of the boys, those Susan had already taken to the room, smiled knowingly at her and each other, and when they saw that Harold and Terry were not collecting their books, they smiled at them as well.
"Come on . . . scoot," Susan said to hurry the stragglers so she could get down to the business of helping the young girl. If there was anything Susan had to admire about the change that had come over all the children, it was that they all recognized that some of them needed help. No one teased those that Susan had taken into the room, another factor that Susan thought of as a sign of the maturity she was able to bring her students.
In no time, Susan, Terry and Harold were the only people left in the school. Susan felt herself feeling pretty much the same way she had felt when she first took Mark to the room . . . knowing that something would have to be done, but not knowing what that thing was. In a way, it was that uncertainty that gave the young teacher a sense of hope. She had improvised then, and things had worked out so well that she had continued her plan of action. She began to think that-once again she was on the verge of a break-through in modem education. She had never once thought of having any more than one student with her at a time, but Terry and Harold seemed to fit so well together that being in the room with one and not the other was certainly the wrong thing.
But what really frightened her was that she would be dealing with Terry, and not Harold. What was she supposed to do? Should she have Harold fuck her and let Terry watch? At first that seemed like the logical approach, but as she thought about it for a little while, she discarded that idea. There had to be something better.
Should she just let Terry and Harold go at it? Almost as soon as she thought of that, she placed it out of her mind. Even though both she and Larry had fucked each other before they had sex with anyone else, they had been older than either Terry or Harold, and the two younger children might not be able to overcome the traumas that can arise with mistakes that would certainly be made.
Susan tried to think of what she knew about the two young students. Harold was a rather out going boy . . . friendly and willing to try anything at least once. Terry was . . .
Susan stopped herself. She really didn't know Terry all that well. She knew that she liked Terry, but the girl seemed so shy and withdrawn that.. .
At that moment, Susan stopped her thinking. An idea formed in her mind . . . one that appeared as if out of the blue. It certainly couldn't have come from anything Susan had seen or heard of, since she couldn't remember having heard or read about what she was thinking, and she would have remembered something like this.
As the three of them walked backstage, both children giggling nervously at being in the room, Susan brought them to a sudden halt.
"Terry," she said in a warm, soothing voice. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?"
"Oooohhh . . . yes, Miss Slater," the young girl answered, her pretty little face creased with a little girl smile.
"And you trust me?"
"Why . . . sure, Miss Slater." The girl's smile vanished and was replaced with a puzzled look.
"Good," Susan said, resuming her walk toward the room. The more she developed the idea in her mind, the more excited she became herself, and the more eager she was to put her plan into action. "Because I'm going to try something just a little different with the two of you. If everything works out the way I think it will, you won't have a thing to worry about."
If there had been any doubt at all in either Terry or Harold, Susan's calm soothing voice wiped it away. The three of them entered the room, all smiles. Susan closed the door and locked it, making sure that they would be alone this time, since what she was planning was so totally different than anything else that had happened in the room she wanted to make sure she wasn't accidentally discovered.
"All right," the young teacher said, rubbing her hands together. "Let's get down to it. Terry, take off your clothes."
Terry looked at Susan as though the teacher had said nothing at all, and she was still waiting to hear what was going to happen.
"Terry," Susan repeated, "we can't get anything done if you don't pay attention."
"But.. . but I thought you told me to . . . "
"That's exactly what I said," Susan said smiling and starting to pull off her own sweater. "I want you to get naked as I'm going to get."
"In front of Harold?" Terry asked, still not quite understanding.
"Naturally," the lovely teacher said as she began slithering out of her skirt. In a few moments, she was wearing nothing but her skimpy bikini panties.
Her full rounded breasts had never been held behind the restricting modesty of a bra, and she could hear Harold gasp with delight and amazement as the rounded globes dropped free, their nipples already hard and distended with her mounting passion.
For a moment, Terry could do little more than stare at her teacher. She hadn't known what to expect when she came into the room, but this certainly hadn't been it. As she watched her teacher strip with apparent ease, though, the young girl sensed that this might be kind of fun. Meekly at first, and then with more and more resolve, she began taking off her clothing.. . . First her shoes and socks, as though she were hesitating, and then her blouse and slacks, and finally her training bra and white nylon panties, until she was as naked as her teacher was.
"WOW!" Harold said, totally surrounded as he was by two naked women. Terry gave a little nervous laugh, but made no attempt to hide herself from either Miss Slater or Harold. Susan, having been in a situation something like this before, was totally in command her herself. She looked at Harold, who looked as though he was lost in a dream world.
"Well, young man," Susan said in a matter-of-fact voice. "We can't have you keeping all your clothes on with the two of us standing here in our birtliday suits, now can we Terry?"
Terry was still a little too nervous to do anything but giggle, but Harold was catching on a lot faster. "You want me to get out of my clothes too, Miss Slater?" he asked almost hopefully.
"I knew you were a smart young man," Susan said smiling from ear to ear.
It was easier for Harold to get into the swing of things, Susan noticed. Even before he had pulled his jeans over his ankles, the young teacher noticed that he already had an erection, something that was to be expected with two naked women almost within arm's reach. But it wasn't until he lowered his pants around his feet and kicked them away that she realized just how large his thirteen year old penis really was. Although he was a year younger than Mark was, his cock was easily as large, if not larger, than Larry's had been. It seemed as though Harold's penis had developed before the rest of his body. If there was ever a man who was built to make a lot of women happy in the years to come, Harold Morse was that man . . . or boy, Susan corrected herself. No wonder he wanted to be brought to the room!
The three naked people stood silent for a moment as Susan ran through her mind those things she was planning. If there had been any doubt in her mind that Terry and Harold would be able to go along with her plan, that doubt vanished. The clothes they had been wearing, rather than enhancing their bodies, actually detracted from them. Now that they were both naked, Susan was certain that she had encountered two people who were destined for all the pleasures sex could possibly offer.
For the moment, Susan wanted to concentrate all her attention on Terry.
"Harold," she said, "what I want you to do at the moment is just watch. You'll be getting in on this in a little while, but for the moment, I have to feel my own way through this."
"What are you going to do, Miss Slater?" Terry asked, her young, high pitched voice betraying a slight amount of fear.
"I'm going to do something I'm sure your parents wouldn't like," Susan smiled. "But I've found that for the most part, parents aren't really all that smart. First, I want you to lay down on the floor."
Terry did as she was told, and for a long moment, Susan stood over her, letting her eyes drink in the budding beauty of the young girl. God, Susan thought to herself. Who would have thought that Terry was so lovely? What ever happened to the idea of the skinny girl still to grow up?
Terry was as fully developed as Harold was. Already her breasts were large and round, sitting proudly on her smooth chest, their nipples bright red and contrasting sharply with the milk-white mounds. Her body was classically curved, moving in toward her waist, and flaring out at her rounded hips, forming a perfect hour-glass shape that Susan rarely saw. As the young girl stretched out on the floor, moving more and more casually as she became accustomed to the idea of being naked in front of other people, Susan noticed that Terry's excitement was obvious. Perhaps the young girl didn't know it yet, but she was already sexually aroused, evidenced by the thin sheen of cuntal emissions already flowing from her visibly twitching pussy lips.
The thin mound of hair rimmed her tender young vagina was as golden as the hair that flowed from her head and fanned out behind her on the floor, and Susan's trained eye made out the faint glistening of cuntal dewdrops in the yellow moss at the joining of her legs.
Susan had never once considered taking part in a lesbian activity, but she believed that it was her duty to teach all her students, and not just the boys. She hadn't really thought that seeing Terry naked like this would excite her as much as it was, but there was no doubt that she herself was getting excited. Why that should have been she didn't know, but she decided that it would be a little silly to try and reason something like that at a time like this. There was pleasure to be had . . . there was teaching to be done. . . . Why should she even try and understand things which seemed to be beyond her understanding? So many things had happened in the last two weeks that nothing would have bothered her at that point.
Susan looked around the cleaning room, as though she were lost in thought. She listened with half a mind to Terry's repeated questions about what she was going to do. In truth, Susan really didn't know what she was going to do.. . .
Until she saw a stack of towels resting on a shelf. Since they were separated from a pile of rags and other towels, Susan knew that they must be clean, and seeing them gave her an idea.
"Have you ever had a massage?" the older woman asked the younger.
"A . . . a massage?" Terry said, thoughtfully. "No. . . but sometimes my mother will rub me when I can't get to sleep."
Susan smiled as she took the top towel from the stack and shook it open. Walking over to the reclining young naked blonde girl, Susan lowered herself to her knees and spoke in soothing, even tones. "I'm going to rub you with this towel, Terry," she said. "I'm going to give you a massage. That should make things pretty easy a little later on."
Terry thought for a moment. Nothing like this had ever happened, and she knew that this went against everything her parents had taught her, but those things had not made her happy. For the last two weeks now, she had seen the smiles and general happiness of the children who had been in this room, and she wanted to share in that happiness. If what her parents had taught her was not making her happy, then she would have to seek something else. She trusted Miss Slater totally, even though she was feeling a little funny in her young belly . . . and more funny with each passing moment.
Susan extended her hand and began rubbing Terry's face with the fluffy towel. Then she brought it slowly down past the slender length of the young girl's throat, across her smooth rounded shoulders and along her sides. Susan's breathing was ragged now, a measure of her own increasing excitement, and she felt Terry shiver once, and then relax.
"Does this feel good, Terry?" the teacher asked, her face creased with a warm, loving smile.
"Uuuuummmm . . . " Terry moaned in answer as she stretched, wiggling her naked body, waiting for the touch of the towel again. It did feel good. It felt so nice to have her naked body rubbed like this. She felt totally relaxed, and actually forgot all about the fact that she was naked in the same room with the naked Harold. Susan's eyes were becoming glazed with her own mounting lust and passion as she stroked the young girl's budding young breast, moving the tip of the towel slowly around the swelling mounds, watching them ripple as she awakened the first signs of sexual arousal in the student. Susan's eyes drank in the swiftly forming beauty of the thirteen year old, seeing in the younger girl the possibility of sheer and unbridled loveliness in the years to come. Her own tight cunt began secreting fluids of her mounting arousal, and she was almost trembling from her pent-up passion which surprised her in its rapid formation and increasing strength. She hadn't really thought that this would arouse as much as it did, and she hadn't been expecting her feelings to take these swift and decided directions.
The towel circled Terry's breasts, and her young legs began to undulate, open and close, almost imperceptibly with automatic response to the strange fire that was starting in her loins. Susan saw the nipples of her budding mounds becoming distended and hard, and she brushed the towel across first one nipple, and then the other, then moved it up to Terry's shoulders again as the young girl moaned softly, shutting her eyes completely.
"I thought you might like something like this," Susan said in a near whisper. "Having a massage like this is so relaxing, so wonderful. . . rubbing your breasts, your belly. . .
"Oooooohhh . . . yes . . . yes Miss Slater," Terry said in a voice that was more soft than Susan's.
"I'm going to rub your legs now, Terry, your legs and up between them. Would you like me to do that?"
"Uuummmmmm . . . " was Terry's answer. In fact, she was almost half asleep, the sensations running through her body reminding her of what her mother did before she would go to sleep.
Susan brought the towel down, brushing it tenderly over the young girl's silky blonde cuntal hair, fluffing the forming mound, then moving lower over one slender leg, then the other . . . over knee and calf and then back up to the softness of Terry's inner thighs, causing the young girl to spread her legs wider. Now more of her young virgin cunt was revealed to Susan's loving gaze, and the student teacher raised the towel up to the ever-moistening slit and stroked it up and down there.
"Doesn't this feel good?" Susan said, almost as though she were talking to herself.
The sensation of having the towel moving along her vaginal split brought a long, low moan from Terry's parted lips, and her body arched and twisted, her legs scissoring decidedly now as the hot, strange sensations which were flooding through her body. In her young life, she had never masturbated, though she had on occasion rubbed her small fingers over her cuntal lips. Always she had managed to stop before she went too far, but this time was different. This time it was not her fingers that were sliding lightly along her young pussy opening, it was a towel being controlled by someone else, and not only did she not have any control over the other person, she wanted the sensations being brought to her. Everything felt so good, so wonderful, and she was glad that she had asked Miss Slater to bring her to this room.
Susan began telling Terry how lovely and wonderful her young body was, and as she spoke in low, seductive terms, she brought the towel up and over Terry's body again. Finally she whispered, "I'm going to use my hands now, Terry. My hands will feel better than the towel did."
"Uuuuuummm . . . " The young girl didn't think it was possible to feel better than she did right at that moment, but she was so relaxed and so tingly all over that she wanted to try anything and everything her loving teacher had in mind for her.
Swiftly, Susan tossed the towel in Harold's direction, forgetting for the moment that the young boy was stretching his neck, watching everything his teacher was doing to his young friend. He wanted to learn . . . and he wanted to relieve the painful throb that was causing his young fully expanded cock to pulse with every breath he took.
Susan began to stroke the soft, pliant flesh of the young girl beneath her, her own body starting to gyrate now at the electric contact of the naked female flesh between her fingers. She never ceased to marvel at the sensations which were spreading through her own body as the thought of lesbianism, but she wasn't going to waste time by trying to rationalize them to herself. She liked them, and that was all there was to it!
The older blonde woman eased her fingers off Terry's shoulders and arms and sides and breasts, learing herself as she brought this pleasure to Terry's moaning form. She brushed her fingers over the turgid nipples and slid them across the smooth flat belly of the young girl to touch the soft blonde pubic hairs. She moved her fingers around and down the young girl's gently rounded thighs, then began to bring them back up slowly, barely touching the lightly quivering flesh.
Then her middle finger slowly parted the rapidly moistening crevice of Terry's cuntal slit, parting it to gently touch the trembling bud of her clitoris. It came instantly erect under her stroking fingertip, and the young girl's hips began to undulate more freely on the floor of the silent room. Her mind repeated over and over again that this felt soooooooo good, that she never wanted her teacher to stop what she was doing, that she would have to do it to herself when she got the chance.
"Give me your hand, Terry," Susan whispered softly. She was breathing through tightly clenched teeth now, still caught in the shock of the effect this was having on her own aroused body. Terry's hand lifted up slowly. Susan held it for a moment, then let it rest on her knee to give the young girl the feeling of her own feverish flesh. She leaned forward, moving Terry's hand over the young girl's quivering, rounded breast, guiding the limp fingers over the rock-hard nipple, feeling her pussy increasing the flow of her mounting desire. She bent further forward, touching her own lips to Terry's moistly parted mouth, letting her lips flick across the warmly inviting softness.
She noticed that her young student stiffened slightly with this action, and she hoped that she hadn't gone too far too fast with her teachings, but Terry relaxed almost in the next moment and brought her arm up, circling Susan's neck, and a low moan of ecstasy escaped from the lips of both women.
Susan stretched her body out on the floor next to Terry, pressing hard against her, reveling at the contact of their flesh, her own passion threatening to get the better of her. She moved her head away from Terry's mouth, began kissing the swollen aureoles and nipples of her wonderfully shaped breasts, then dipped down over the smooth softness of Terry's naked belly, then lower still until she was breathing excitedly into the young girl's pussy mound. Her lovingly stroking hands massaged her student's breasts unceasingly, coming down to the slim smootliness of her slightly parted thighs. With tender movements she parted the softly yielding flesh, drawing Terry's legs even wider apart to reveal the complete moist pinkness of the passion-drugged girl's vaginal slit, as blonde and eye-pleasing as her own. Susan began to impart hot, wet kisses through the velvety growth, her tongue extended like a hot poker as she squirmed her body lower and lower on the floor, mouth and fiery probe seeking the rigidly erect button of Terry's clitoris.
Susan was beyond all rational now. As she was teaching Terry the pleasures of sex, "he was learning something new herself. Doing this with a woman . . . any woman, had never occurred to her before today, and with the last vestiges of her rapidly slipping reason, she cursed herself, not for what she was doing, but for not having tried it before. As with fucking Larry, sucking Billy's penis, and all the other things she had done since she had come to this school, she was finding out that she had caused herself to be cut off from a great deal of happiness by her former actions.
When her mouth came into contact with the moist hot bud of Terry's clit, her tongue began to circle it, and even though Terry had never once tried to resist any of this, Susan still wondered if Terry was as aroused as she herself was. Her answer came, not with words, but with Terry's actions. The young girl's hands came up to wind themselves in the blonde tresses of her mentor. Susan let her hands slide upward over the soft belly to Terry's firm young breasts, cupping them and kneading them with a hunger that defied all reason while her mouth continued the wet assault of her student's hotly throbbing clitoris.
Susan's full sensuous lips took the pulsating bud between them finally, nipping it gently, running her tongue around it again and again, reveling in the smooth, slippery surface. Terry cried out sharply, her hands tightening in her teacher's hair, her trim buttocks beginning to swirl madly on the floor from the waves of delicious desire being transmitted through her nakedly exposed flesh. There was no thought of right or wrong in the young girl's mind any longer. There was only the concept of feeling better with what was happening to her than she could ever remember feeling in her life, and with each passing second, that feeling of bliss increased. She loved her teacher's tongue reaming in and out of her seething vagina like this. It was better than anything she could have hoped for when she had begged Miss Slater to bring her to this room.
Her head began to flail from side to side on the floor in total abandonment, and Susan opened her mouth still wider, moving her tongue downward along the smooth, heat-moistened slit to the throbbing hair fringed opening of the lovely young girl's tight, virgin cunt. She began to orally fuck Terry then, harder and faster, sliding her hot wet tongue far up into Terry's excitedly dilated vagina, feeling the thin membrane of the young girl's hymen and wringing moan after moan of passionate delight from her sweetly parted lips. Susan brought her hands down again, slipped them, beneath Terry's thighs and pushed them farther up until her hips were high off the floor, thighs draped over Susan's shoulders and pressing tight against her wet, slavering cheeks. The whole of Terry's flowing vaginal plane was open in. naked abandonment to the teacher's burning face, and then Susan cupped the soft buttocks with gentle hands, fingers kneading the hot quivering flesh as she thrust her tongue deep . . . as deep as she could into the searing liquid depths of Terry's cunt, stretching her hymen beyond the breaking point and tearing it forever from her inner cuntal walls.
"AAAAAAHHH!! " Terry moaned from the mind-blowing combination of pain and pleasure the loss of her maidenhood brought her. She writhed and twisted from the itching sensations of her moist hot pussy being licked like this, and before she had a chance to concentrate on the pain, it was gone, leaving her with no other sensation but the delightful throbbing of her quivering clitoris being stroked again and again by Susan's wonderful tongue. The feverish passion was swirling in great billows of heat through her, and she could feel that-an explosion was very, very near. Her body strained and twisted on the towel, her mouth open to emit wailing cries of mindless delight as she urged her teacher on to even greater manipulations of her nakedly aching cunt. And Susan obliged, tongue becoming a pistoning thing flashing deep and hard into the young girl's wet, hot, clasping vagina. She lowered her right hand as she slaved in wonder, sliding her middle finger down into her own fiery, wet cunt, stroking her hotly throbbing clit, rapidly, the heat of her nearing climax roaring like a forest fire out of control as she sought to bring about her own release.
And then she remembered that there was a third party in the room, Harold Morse. She remembered that he had been watching everything she had been doing to Terry, and would more than likely want some release of his own.
But how could she give it to him, while at the same time achieving her own orgasm? HOW?
Pulling her mouth away from Terry's steaming, sweating cunt, she cast a glance in Harold's direction. True to what she had thought, the young boy was watching everything with wide, lust-glazed eyes, and his adolescent penis looked as though it had become painfully hard and swollen . . . larger now than when she had first told him to take his clothes off. Harold's expression was one of hope, as though he could see that the two women in the room were deriving a great deal of pleasure and satisfaction, and he was not a part of it. Susan was certain she could see the glistening drop of pre-cum forming on the swollen mushroom-shaped head of his young, distended penis, and her heart went out to him. This lesson was to be as much for his benefit as for Terry's, but thus far, he had only been watching. Hell, he could get that from any movie. The time had come to include him.
"Har. . . Harold," Susan gasped as she pulled her finger out from between her burning cuntal lips. "I.. . I want you to come over here . . . and fuck me."
Upon hearing his name, Harold instantly sprang from his sitting position and approached the two women on the floor.
"Uh . . . sure . . . yeah, Miss Slater," he said, his long, hard cock jutting expectently from his lightly haired loins. He surveyed them carefully. Even if he had had a great deal of experience, he would have been hard pressed to understand just how he was supposed to fuck his lovely blonde teacher.
"How . . . how do you want me to fuck you?" he asked, his young face puzzled and contorted with thought.
"I want you to fuck me . . . in the ass. I want to feel your long hard cock fucking in and out of my rectum," Susan said, trying to picture in her mind what such a thing would be like. As this was a red-letter day for the two students, it was also a great learning experience for her as well. She had never sucked on another woman's cunt, and she found that she loved the feelings it brought to her. She had at least heard of women who liked being fucked in the ass, and she reasoned that she might as well kill two birds with one stone . . . teaching both Terry and Harold about the pleasures of real sex, and achieving her own orgasm.
At first, the young boy couldn't believe that he had heard correctly. Did his lovely teacher actually tell him that she wanted him to fuck her there . . . in her ass? He watched as Miss Slater maneuvered herself so that she would be able to continue licking Terry's wetly seething young vagina, and at the same time be able to take the full length of Harold's blood-engorged penis into her tight nether passage.
"Come on, Harold," Susan coaxed impatiently. "You can do it. I know you can."
Harold shrugged his shoulders and pranced forward, not totally certain as to what he was doing, but willing to trust Miss Slater completely. He knew he had to do something about the gathering presence of semen in his young balls. Watching these two naked women had nearly set him off, and he was beginning to think that he would have to jack himself off before he got a chance to get in on what they were doing.
He pressed the palms of his hands experimentally against the firmly fleshed cheeks of his teacher's ass and slowly spread them apart, searching with his eyes and fingers for the narrow brown hole. Nothing like this had ever occurred to him, but before he had entered the room, he had never thought of a woman licking another woman before either. Miss Slater was so smart. She knew so many things, the likes of which he would never have thought of.
"Oooooohhh . . . " Susan moaned as she felt the young boy's fingers in her rear passage. Satisfied that he would be able to carry out her lascivious instructions, she returned her mouth to the sweetness of the tender cunt still pressed against her face, and drove her tongue into the searing elastic channel as she moaned again and again up into the passage when she sensed Harold's finger pushing through her tightly puckered ass hole.
Harold began to like what he was doing, more than he thought he would. He loved the feeling of Miss Slater's soft, warm ass cheeks kneading through his fingers, and he pushed one finger in further up her tight brown crevice, taking his cues from her delighted moaning. Sensing that he would have to put his cock in the hole there, he positioned her hips and pulled them upwards, his fingers digging into her ass to prevent her from falling over.
Susan moaned up into Terry's tightly pressed pussy with the steeped passion that she felt washing over her. For a moment, even as her tongue continued to swirl around the throbbing bud of Terry's erect clitoris, she allowed her mind to revel in the sensations being given her at her back passage. She could feel Harold's hard rubbery shaft exploring her from behind. Judging from the size it felt, it would be just large enough to fill her ass to the brim without causing her the pain a much larger cock would cause. The only question on her mind at the moment was . . . WOULD SHE CUM? WOULD HAVING YOUNG HAROLD'S PENIS REAMING IN AND OUT OF HER ASS BRING ABOUT THE ORGASM SHE SO DESPERATELY WANTED?
With the impatience of youth, Harold plunged his thick, swollen rod as hard as he could into the tight, virgin anus of his lovely teacher. Since her entire lower body was slicked with the flowing juices of her mounting passion and lust, his cock had become lubricated enough to slide easily into her rectum, and Susan was left with no pain, but an ass-filling sensation that told her this action would indeed bring her to climax!
Harold looked down at the salaciously waving buttocks of his teacher, loving the warm feeling of her tight ass griping his cock. He grunted and pushed his long, hard penis further and further into the throbbing interior, feeling Miss Slater relaxing her rectal muscles, making his entry all the easier.
"Ooooooooo-ooohhhhhh . . . aaaaaahhh . . . " the lovely older woman moaned into the warmly clasping cunt tightly pressed against her luscious lips. As she felt Harold's cock beginning to fuck in and out of her ass with slow, easy strokes, she matched the rhythm of his strokes with her tongue, thrusting it deeply into the viscous cunt of her young female student when Harold rammed forward with his hips, and pulling it out slowly from between the nibbling vaginal lips as she felt Harold withdraw from her ass.
Harold was having the time of his life. He, like many other boys his age, had masturbated several times, but feeling Miss Slater's tight hot ass wrapped around his cock like this was so much better than his own hands that he knew he would never be satisfied with his own fingers again. He could hardly wait to get Terry alone, just to see if her ass was the same as Miss Slater's.
All three people in the room were now straining toward their impending climaxes, each one knowing that in just a few short moments, they would all be cumming. Susan wanted them to all cum at once . . . a wonderful three way orgasm that would make the tightly locked trio at one with one another. She knew that she had finally found the perfect solution to what ever problems the orchestra might have. If everyone in the group could somehow be brought in on something like this, they would act like a finely polished machine, one in which all the parts worked together, instead of against one another.
But thinking in such abstractions would have to wait, for she could feel the steaming heat of her rising orgasm building up higher and higher with every deep reaming thrust Harold made with his hard cock into the depths of her ass. She in turn tried to transmit the strength of his thrusts to Terry's nearly exploding cunt, and together, the three of them plunged headlong into near-orgasmic frenzy. . . .
CHAPTER FIVE
Randy Wilkens tapped his fingers on his desk, occasionally looking at the clock. He had told his wife that he would be home late today, just like he had told her for the last week or so. Being around her was becoming more and more of a chore. All she seemed to be interested in was her bridge club, her sewing club, her bird-watching club. . . .
Christ, what was a man supposed to do? he thought to himself. His wife, over the years, had become not so much frigid as dull and unexciting. It wasn't that he couldn't get her interested in him, it was that he really didn't want to. All she did was talk about this, and talk about that, until just being in the same room with her, let alone the same bed, was the test of the day. He found over the past months, that he was actually glad when she would roll over and go to sleep.
And what could have caused her to start wearing those fucking curlers to bed lately? Just who the hell was she trying to look nice for?
Now take that nice little blonde cunt.. . Susan Slater.
At the thought of the new teacher the school had hired, Randy felt his cock expanding again, just like it did each and every time he thought about her. He was a little miffed that she hadn't come into the office once since she'd started working with the kids. He would have thought she would come in at least to make a report of some sort. True, he hadn't gone to see how she was doing, and as music director, something like that was part of his job.
Well what the fuck? Here he was, thinking of some excuse not to go home when the answer was there, in the auditorium. Damn his fucking wife anyway. She had just about destroyed his mind! There was a time in his life when he didn't have to be around a woman to be thinking about her. How could he have let so much time pass without talking to Susan Slater?
Well, that line of inaction has got to stop . . . and right now, he resolved.
Pushing himself away from his desk, he hurried through the hall toward the auditorium, wondering at the strange silence. Shouldn't she still be rehearsing with the kids? he wondered. It was a little too early for them to have stopped, wasn't it?
Sure enough, when he walked into the auditorium, there was no one there . . . well, almost no one. The cleaning lady was busy sweeping through the aisles.
"Good afternoon, Miss Henderson," Randy said, feeling just a little guilty at having been seen by her. Hell, the lady had to be over sixty, and not playing with a full deck. What was he worried about?
"Oooooohhh . . . Good afternoon, Mr. Wilkens," she said in her usual cheery voice.
"I . . . uh . . . I was wondering if you've seen Miss Slater about. I wanted to see how she was coming along with the kids, but I guess she's left for the day."
"Ooohhh . . . Miss Slater is such a nice teacher," the lady said. "All the kids really love her. But she hasn't gone for the day, Mr. Wilkens."
"No? I don't see her around."
"That's because she's probably disciplining some of the kids. She likes to use the cleaning lounge for that. There are a couple of the kids jackets still on the stage along with their instruments and.. . . "
"She's been having problems with the kids?" Randy asked, wondering why she hadn't come to him in a situation like that. She never did strike him as the kind of woman who would be able to handle some of the boys he could think of.
"I guess so," the cleaning lady said thoughtfully.
"She's been using the room every night after the rehearsals. I don't understand it. The kids sound all right to me."
"Yes," Randy said, looking away from the cleaning lady in the direction of the room. "Listen. Could you give me the key to the room? I want to see if there's anything I can do."
"Why, sure, Mr. Wilkens," the lady said, slipping the key from the heavy key chain she wore around her waist. "Here you go. You make sure you give it back to me now."
"Wouldn't dream of forgetting it," he said, winking at her as he left.
Walking to the cleaning lounge behind the stage area, Randy almost cursed himself for not having checked up on Susan earlier. Shit, she might be one hell of a woman to look at, and just thinking about her now was making his cock swell even harder than it had when she had been in his office.
But if she was having a problem with the kids, that it was bound to get back to him . . . and that could mean the loss of his job. She had been hired on his recommendation, and he was ultimately responsible for the way she handled the experiment.
Holding the key in his hand, he stood outside the door, debating whether or not he should go in. If she was disciplining some of the kids, perhaps she should just be allowed to continue with her own system. While Randy didn't place all that much stock in what Miss Henderson said about anything, she had said that the orchestra sounded nice, and that all the children liked her. Whatever she was doing, it sounded as though she was doing it right. At least the results bore that out.
Still, he wondered just what it was she was doing that could produce such results. If it was really working, then perhaps she should share her talents with the other teachers of the school. As a teacher herself, that was her obligation. In the education game, everyone is in the same boat.
Rather than just opening the door and seeing what she was doing, he decided that he would press his ear against it, to see if he could pick up some of what she was doing. He didn't want to just barge in on her and destroy what ever closeness she had managed to create with the. kids. Besides, he wanted to talk to her alone, and certainly not with a bunch of kids watching him with her.
He pressed his ear to the door and closed his eyes, concentrating all his attention on the faint sounds he could hear on the other side.
At first, he couldn't make them out. He was almost certain he could hear some sort of moaning in the room.. . .
And that really set his hair on end. What the fuck was she doing to the kids in there? While Randy believed that to spare the rod was to spoil the child, so many parents believed that their precious children could do no wrong that the school had a policy of forbidding teachers to hit the students for any reason. If Susan was doing that--!
Christ, if she was beating the kids in this room, they were both in a lot of trouble. Randy would not only lose his job, but would be unable to get a job in a school anywhere in the whole state. The blacklist he would be placed on for allowing a teacher to do something like that was very extensive.
Furious now, he inserted the key in the lock and flung open the door, his face livid with anger, and words already forming on his lips.
"Miss Slater, just what.. . ? "
As soon as he entered the room, all the blood drained from his face. For a long moment, he simply stared at the scene, as though he were totally unable to believe what he was actually seeing.
His mind went completely blank. His eyes stared glazed and unseeing. . . and then he blinked and rubbed them several times just to make sure he hadn't fallen asleep at his desk and this was some horrible dream.
THERE WAS HIS NEW TEACHER, PRESSING HER MOUTH TIGHTLY UP AGAINST THE NAKED CUNT OF A TEENAGE GIRL FROM THE OTHER SCHOOL, WHILE SHE HERSELF WAS BEING FUCKED IN THE ASS BY ONE OF THE BOYS FROM HIS OWN SCHOOL!!
Randy was so shocked by the reality-of what he was seeing that it took him several moments just to make sure. Hitting children was something that would make parents angry. . . .
BUT FUCKING THEM!!
How could he possibly explain this to the parents?
He remembered that the cleaning lady had told him that this was the room where Susan took the children to discipline them. God only knows what she did to the kids to reward them!
The three naked people in the room were so caught up in what they were doing that they didn't seem to notice the music director standing right in the doorway, and Randy himself was so shocked that he could do little more than merely stand there, his mind so filled with thoughts that it was impossible for him to concentrate on any one of them long enough to know what to do.
So he just stood there and watched, his mouth hanging open, his heart skipping a beat every now and again as his eyes roamed lustfully over the luscious naked body of his blonde student teacher as she continued licking and sucking at the tightly pressed cunt of the equally naked young teen age girl, while she herself was being fucked in the ass by one of his students.
Susan herself was totally consumed with wave after blissful wave of surging passion. The thought of what she was doing . . . something she had never even thought of, let alone tried, only served to increase the fire burning in her loins. The stretched walls of her anal passage seemed to be triggering her clitoris into a wonderful trembling.. . an excitement she recognized to be the first throes of an orgasm. It was true, she thought with the last vestages of her reasoning. Women can have an orgasm by being fucked in the ass.
Harold Morse, fucking his long, hard cock as deeply into her ass as he could, was amazed as the sensations swirling through his young loins. When his teacher had first told him that she wanted him to fuck her in her ass, he had obliged, not knowing what to expect. The pleasure he was deriving from the action now drove him on to harder and deeper strokes, as though he was totally unable to control himself.
The thrashing of Miss Slater's body and her cunt-muffled moans increased Harold's thrusts. He grunted and heaved, summoning his strength in this new and glorious experience, his body shot through with the novelty of his first real sexual encounter. He fucked his thick, blood-engorged cock in and out of Miss Slater's steaming, tight back passage, his hips pumping furiously.
Susan, in turn, transmitted the strength and power of his anal fucking up into the vagina of the young girl she was sucking, and the three of them raced headlong into the world of complete sexual bliss. Susan continued to lash and flick her tongue lovingly around the moistly sucking softness of Terry's pulsing young cuntal lips, and the girl's cries of animal response reached Susan's ears, driving her on.
For her part, Terry had never known anything like this. Her teacher had to be the most wonderful person in the whole world to bring her this pleasure. Her buttocks jerked and spasmed frantically beneath the older blonde's madly plunging tongue and tightly gripping lips. She could feel the first early sensation of the explosion about to take place between her legs.. . an explosion she had sensed before but had never fully experienced. She knew then that she would cum soon, and that no power on earth would be able to stop it. It was building and building and building. . . .
Susan's own brain was a bubbling cauldron of lust and near orgasm as she sent her tongue pistoning deep up into the young girl's wildly feverish vagina while Harold's red-hot penis was reaming in and out of her ass. She felt as though she were melting, as thought she were being bathed in voluptuous waves of pleasure that blotted out everything, making the entire world delicious.
"Uuuuuummm!" she moaned up into the wetly seething cunt wriggling around her lips, coating her face with the heated moisture.
Harold increased his tempo and plunged his rod still deeper into Miss Slater's heaving, shuddering passage! He fucked back and forth, driven now with a wild, unimaginable sensuality he had never experienced.
Terry writhed and squirmed beneath the insane licking until she thought she would surely go mad from the sheer ecstatic rapture in her naked loins and stomach. Her head flailed limply on the floor, her long blonde hair churning as she ground her seething loins hard up into her teacher's face and tongue. She felt the gathering waves of her first orgasm rising as they had never risen before.. . .
And then cresting. . . .
And then she was there!
For the first time in her life, she was wildly, blissfully cumming!
A deep half-human groan erupted from the young girl's throat as she locked her hands hard in Miss Slater's shimmering golden hair, drawing her teacher up between her legs with all her might. Her juices began to flow from her wide-spread cunt, inundating the lovely teacher's mouth and tongue, flowing down along Terry's trembling anal crease to pool in fragrant stickiness on the floor. She screamed again and again as Miss Slater sucked and licked and burrowed. . . .
And then Susan was cumming as well. Without warning, she was suddenly caught up in a whirling, boiling vortex of excitement, and she felt the extraordinary thrills surging through her loins, her body streaming with heightened passion and sensuality.
"OOOOOOOOO. . . --! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! " She howled up into the flooding pussy tightly wrapped around her face.
As she cried out, she could feel Harold's penis swelling to such proportions that she knew he would have to be cumming soon as well!
She was right! Harold felt his body responding to Miss Salter's exploding loins. He could feel his white-hot sperm gathering and surging in his throbbing young balls, welling up like a churning maelstrom of yearning seed! He was cumming too!
"AAAAAAHHH . . . MISSSSSSS SLAATTEER!! " he cried, feeling his body delivering his mighty load like a cannon into her hot steaming anus. He was seized by convulsive spasms as his bulging, gorged cock exploded the torrent of white-hot cum into his teacher. Susan could feel the boiling, surging river of semen enter her like lava, streaming into her loins and spreading out through her entire body. On and on it came, a seemingly never ending rocket-load of turbulent jism. Harold could feel it streaming through his long thick penis and gushing through the charged rubbery head.
He felt wildly excited as he fucked a woman for the first time in his life . . . a totally fulfilled man. An ancient primitive exaltation consumed him as he released his white, boiling sperm into her asshole.
Then, suddenly spent of his male juices, Harold could feel his penis softening in Miss Slater's flooded passage . . . feel it soften and finally slip out all together. There was a sudden pop as the thick head pulled away from the stretched, moist hole. He fell exhausted beside her, his breathing coming in harsh, ragged gasps.
At the same time, both women collapsed as their driving climaxes ebbed. Terry emitted a long, exhausted, satiated sigh, her head lolling to one side, her eyes closed in steeped passion, her mind refusing to comprehend anything but the wondrous feeling ebbing gently through her body now. She released her teacher's hair and opened her thighs to allow her to remove her head from between her feverishly tightened thighs.
The older blonde lifted herself up on her knees and gazed with a warm, loving look at the young girl, the juices of Terry's orgasm glistening on her face. It had been much better than she could have possibly dreamed, being fucked in the ass while she sucked on another woman's vagina. The desire to just lower her body next to the silently moaning woman. Terry was now every bit a woman, nearly carried Susan away.
The room was silent except for the labored breathing of the three sexually satiated people. Time seemed to come to a stand-still as Harold panted with his eyes closed. Terry's soft, flat belly quivered and heaved with the deep breaths she took, and Susan gazed lovingly at the young girl.
It was the silence that finally brought Randy out of his shocked trance.
"AHEM!" he said, catching the attention of the three naked people in the room.
Terry stiffened her body, bringing her hands instinctively to her breasts and wetly seething loins. Harold's eyes opened in total fear and stared at the music director.
And Susan looked up, staring directly into the scowling expression of the man who had hired her, her mouth dropping nearly to the floor, her face white with a fear the likes of which she had never known.
CHAPTER SIX
The fear that Susan knew in that moment was not for herself. She knew that she could very well lose her job because her actions had been discovered . . . that she might even be expelled from her college, never to be able to teach in this state for the rest of her life. But she was a strong enough person to be able to handle that.
What caused her fear as she and Randy stared at each other, each trying to find the first words to say, was that all the good she had managed to do for her students could very well be utterly destroyed. She had taken a group of boys and girls and turned them into men and women. Where they had been afraid of each other before, Susan had managed to make them feel at home and comfortable.
But all that would be for naught if Randy tried to make both her and the students feel guilty for what they had done . . . even though Susan knew there was nothing for anyone to feel guilty about. She knew there was nothing to feel guilty about, at any rate, but she wasn't totally certain about her students. Even after all she had taught them, they were still impressionable, and could very easily slip back to the way they were.
Susan came to a standing position, not at all ashamed that she was naked in front of the music director. There was really no point in trying to hide anything now.
"I hope you're proud of yourself, Miss Slater," Randy said, his voice haughty and icy. "Naturally you realize I'll have to report this to the board, which will no doubt cause them to have you removed from college."
He heaved a sigh and started to leave the room. Susan knew that she couldn't let him go without a fight. At least she had to try and defend her students, even if such a move would prove futile.
"As a matter-of-fact, Mr. Wilkens," she said, summoning all her strength, "I am proud of myself. I've taught these kids more in the short while I've been here than in all the years you've had them."
Randy stopped his forward motion, looked at the floor for a moment and then spun around, his face livid with anger. How dare this student teacher . . . a woman who hadn't even finished college yet, try and tell him that she was doing a better job of teaching than he was! Especially after he'd seen her methods!! "I suppose you call corrupting the morals of our children educating them," he said, smiling as though he was taking a great delight in cutting her down a peg or two. While he didn't like to admit it to himself, her self-confidence had bothered him right from the very beginning. Her sweetly innocent way of doing things had amused him.
"I've been corrupting their morals, have I?" Susan said, placing her hands on her naked hips and staring at this man. "That's a lot of bullshit, Mr. Wilkens, and you know it."
Both Terry and Harold were cowering in fear, trying to hide their naked bodies from the wrathful glances of this man. They were glad that Miss Slater was going to bat for them, but they didn't think that she would be able to do or say anything that would get them out of the hot water they were in. Even though they had loved what had happened and would do it again if given the chance, they knew that if their parents ever found out, they would be given the licking of their lives.
"If anyone has been corrupting their morals," Susan said, maintaining the momentum she had started, "you have."
Randy reeled back as though he had been splashed in the face with icy cold water. He regarded this naked woman carefully, trying to figure out what she was driving at.
If Randy had walked out right then and there, he might have been able to accomplish the things he thought he should do, but he couldn't move. He wanted to think it was because he was merely being fair. . . giving Susan Slater a chance to defend herself before he had the board take action . . . letting her tell her story first.
The real reason he couldn't move though, was because he was totally captivated by her luscious nakedness. He remembered why he had come looking for her in the first place, and although seeing her naked like this with two students had been something of a shock, it also served to remind him that he had thought she was lovely. There wasn't any doubt about it now. Seeing her full, rounded breasts without the covering of a blouse or sweater revealed them to be as perfectly shaped as he could imagine . . . and the cum-glistening golden mound of her tightly kinked pussy hair became the focal point of his eyes for a long silent moment.
At first, Susan didn't notice what it was that was keeping the director in his tracks, but when she saw that he was gazing at her nakedly exposed loins, she broke out into a huge face-splitting grin. And when she saw that the director's cock had swollen in his pants, tenting the cloth, revealing his own mounting arousal, she knew that she was getting the upper hand over him . . . and she was not about to give that up.
"Did you hear me, Mr. Wilkens?" she asked, walking slowly, sensually toward him. "I said that you. were the one who corrupted the morals of these children. Your methods made them afraid of each other. I had to work against that, Mr. Wilkens. I had to teach them that there was nothing wrong with fucking." She spoke in a low, throaty voice, one that she had found only within the last few moments, but one that she was using for all it was worth. "You don't think that there's anything wrong with fucking, do you Mr. Wilkens? You do think that having your penis in a woman's cunt is all right, don't you? Because if you do, then you really can't hold anything against the kids for thinking the same thing. And you certainly can't hold anything against me for teaching them that."
"I. . . I.. . " Randy stammered. This wasn't turning out at all the way he had thought it would. This sexy little cunt was really attacking him, at a time when he would have thought she would be cowering in fear, begging him not to mention what she had been caught doing. In fact, she was almost daring him to mention it.
And the closer she got, the more of her sweet, blonde-rimmed pussy he could see . . . and the harder he could feel his cock becoming.
"Yeah, Mr. Wilkens," Terry said suddenly, seeing that Miss Slater was doing everything she could to help both her and Harold. The young girl found her strength and decided that since Miss Slater had brought her so much pleasure, she deserved some help. "I really liked what Miss Slater did. Having her mouth against. . . against my . . . well, my cunt.. . It really made me feel good."
Randy Wilkens managed to move his eyes away from Susan's vagina and bring them to the younger naked girl in the room, seeing her as though for the first time. Christ. . . she was almost as lovely as Susan was. Her breasts were already formed, and her cunt was just as nice looking, just as hair-rimmed as Susan's was.
And now Randy was the one who felt totally surrounded and afraid. Damn that woman he was married to, he thought quickly. She's been such an ass hole that he didn't know how to handle himself around women any more. . . .
And both Susan and this girl whose cunt she had been sucking seemed to know it. . . and were making the most of it.
"Terry," Susan said, speaking to the young girl but keeping her eyes fixed on Randy's. "How would you like to show Mr. Wilkens what you've learned?"
Terry smiled as she looked at her teacher, although she didn't know what Miss Slater had in mind. "What do you want me to do, Miss Slater?" she asked.
"Do you think you could take Mr. Wilkens cock in your mouth?" Susan asked casually, knowing that she was asking a lot of the young girl, but hoping that, after all she had taught her, she would be able to do something like that.
Again, had Randy left the room right then and there, he would have had things turn out the way he wanted, but the question Susan had asked her student shocked him into inaction once more.
There was a long silence in the room as Terry tried to think through what her teacher had asked her.
"Will I like it, Miss Slater?" she asked hopefully.
"I think so," Susan answered. "Besides, it's something you'll be able to do with Harold."
Terry thought for a moment, and decided that, since Miss Slater had been right about so many things before, she would have to be right about this as well.
Quickly, she got to her knees and spun around so that her eyes were directly in front of the penis-tented cloth of Randy Wilkens's pants. She stared at the cloth-covered cock, seeing it in its erection, and wondering what it really looked like . . . and what it would feel like! Hesitantly, she reached out to place her hands on it, causing Randy to stiffen and freeze.
The next events were so shocking for the normally subdued music director that he couldn't have moved if his life had depended on it. His heart stopped beating and he held his breath as he felt the young girl fumbling with his belt and opened his pants, letting them fall to the floor and allowing his mammoth penis to spring free, expanding all the more as the cooler air of the room blazed against it.
Terry could feel her mouth watering as she gazed at the heated, blood-swollen rod of flesh. Because of the way things had turned out earlier, when she and Harold and Miss Slater had taken off their clothes, she had only caught a fleeting glance of Harold's cock.
Suddenly, her eyes were mere inches away from a throbbing penis, and she studied every pulsing vein, every hair of Randy pubis, every wrinkle of his scrotum, containing two huge, freely swinging balls. She reached out to touch it, and tightened her slim fingers on the widening circumference of his cock.
Randy couldn't suppress the shudder of pleasure her touch afforded him. It had been so long since his wife had even touched his penis accidentally that Terry's deliberate grapping threatened to drain all the strength from his thighs. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to scream, shout, demand that this travesty be halted, but he couldn't. He was held, as if turned to stone, by the dynamic grip of this young girl's hand on his too-long-unused penis.
Susan held her breath as she watched Terry stroking Randy's cock in slightly faulting jerks, as though she were feeling her way as she went along. Susan knew that she had been asking a lot of Terry to suck Randy Wilkens's cock, and the lovely teacher would have understood if Terry had refused.
But the young girl was rising to the occasion, trusting her teacher completely and trying to help her cause in any way that she could. Susan was convinced that could Terry perform the act, she would find it intensely enjoyable, just like she herself had the first time she had sucked on Billy's cock.
Am impassioned grunt brought her attention back to the music director, and Susan smiled broadly when she saw that Terry had moved closer on her knees in front of Randy Wilkens, her fingers circling his tumescent penis, which was now fully erect, standing on front of him. His eyes were closed and his head was thrown back, and Susan watched with pride as Terry's tongue lashed out slightly, just enough to swipe his member with a full sweep of saliva, causing him to moan again in frenzied pleasure. Susan breathed a good deal easier as Terry, apparently enjoying what she was doing now, began to run her tongue up and down the length of Randy's now lustfully throbbing cock, dipping and swirling with gathering momentum, while at the same time her hand pumped spasmodically at the dangling scrotum of his balls, kneading and caressing the flaccid flesh carefully.
Susan knew nothing of Randy's personal life . . . had no idea that in all the years of his marriage, his wife had never once taken his cock into her mouth. All she could see at the moment was that Terry's gentle mouthing of his penis had totally captivated him. She gazed at the expanded rod of flesh resting in Terry's hand. She had been with her students for so long that she had forgotten what a fully grown man's cock looked like. Randy's was huge . . . mammoth, and for a moment, she felt a slight stab of jealously that Terry would be receiving the total benefits of it. She drew in her breath lustfully as she saw Terry suddenly open her mouth and enclose the hard rubbery head between her shapely lips, and watched as they tightened under the head like a rubber band. Her own mouth was watering at the sight when she saw, from the movements of Terry's cheeks, that her tongue was swirling around inside, coating the heavy pulsating head with her saliva. It appeared to Susan's gaze that Randy's cock was expanding all the more from the incredible oral caressing Terry was giving the head, and Susan could see the tumultuous throbbing of the blue veined underside as red hot blood pumped through it. His sperm-filled balls were squirming and contracting, and he began an almost imperceptible flexing motion of his hips, trying to cram more and more of his pounding cock into Terry's young face.
Susan glanced around to see that Harold was taking in this happening with his eyes wide open, as though he were thinking of a time in the not too distant future when Terry would be doing this to him. Both Susan and Harold were held spell bound by Terry's ability to learn so quickly.
Randy felt tremors of hitherto unknown pleasure cascading over him and he was suddenly oblivious to everything but the overwhelming sucking Terry was giving his cock. He didn't care anymore about reporting Susan for her actions. All that mattered to him was the tremendous pleasure he was getting from having his throbbing penis sucked by this young girl's gorgeously ovaled mouth.
Susan and Harold watched in amazement as Terry took more and more of the excitedly pulsating length of Randy Wilkens's cock in her mouth, until the lovely teacher was certain that she'd choke. Her cheeks were bulging and there was only a tiny bit of reddish flesh protruding from her firm, ovaled lips. It filled Susan with an immense pride that Terry was able to please Randy so much, and she continued to watch as Terry finally released the hardened length from her mouth, and still clasping it firmly around the base, began to run her tongue all along it once more, dropping even lower to coat his writhing balls with her warm saliva, wringing moan after moan of undeniable pleasure from the music director. He began weaving his body from side to side, and his hands finally reached down and tangled in Terry's blonde hair as she once more enclosed the heavy, blood-filled cockhead in her mouth and began to suck greedily on it.
Susan began to regard Randy as just another student who had to be taught what the pleasures of sex really meant, and she didn't want to miss any of the lesson. She didn't want to miss seeing one second of his hotly jerking penis squirting its cum into a woman's mouth. The change that would come over him would be nothing short of remarkable.
"Oooooohhh . . . suck . . . suck it.. . suck my cock," Randy moaned as Terry continued to lick and suck and orally caress his sperm-swollen member. Susan stretched her lips in an ear to ear grin as a deep, half-strangled moan rushed from Randy's open mouth.
And he was pounding his hips against Terry's feverishly laboring face, and Susan knew that he was ejecting streams of white hot fluid into her mouth, because she could see Terry's cheeks hollowing and filling as she tried to keep her swallowing up with the incessantly heated flow. The young girl was unable to do so, and a thin trickle of the white sticky liquid seeped out of the corner of her mouth and trickled down her chin to drop on the floor. But still she swallowed and gulped, until Susan thought she would never stop, her hand rhythmically milking the jerkily contracting scrotum of his balls, as though she were trying to drain them of their last drop. At last, it was over, and Susan was sure she saw a flicker of disappointment cross Terry's face as she realized that there was no more and felt the man's languid penis begin to shrivel and deflate in her mouth, before slipping out to join the still bulge of his flaccid testicles.
Randy wasn't certain how long he stood there, his eyes closed, his heart pounding, his mind satiated with the first cocksucking he had ever had. As though he were a totally reborn man, he could see things in a different light. There couldn't have been anything wrong with what Susan Slater had done . . . not if the end result of her teachings could produce things like what had just happened to him. Christ, if he thought it would work, he would tell Susan to pay a visit to his wife!
Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked around the room, seeing the staring eyes of the two students and the teacher watching him . . . waiting for him to say something. He blinked several times and opened his mouth. Then he closed it, wanting to form his words carefully.
"I.. . I guess I owe you an apology," he said to the still naked teacher. "No one likes to think that what they've been doing almost all their life is wrong."
Susan smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "I don't think you have to apologize," she said in a soothing voice. "You, like a lot of other people, were just a victim. You can count yourself lucky that you were able to change. Too many people aren't able."
The two adults looked at each other. There were so many things that Randy wanted to say . . . so many things that had to be done, not only with the school, but with his own life as well, that he really didn't know where or how to begin.'
"I guess . . . I guess I'd better leave," he said finally. "I'll see to it that, well, that you aren't reported, and that you're allowed to continue teaching here."
Randy started to pick up his pants and turn toward the door, when the soothing voice of the student teacher stopped him.
"There's no need to hurry off, you know," she told him as she took a step to him. "I realize you've always had the minds of the students at heart. You just had some ideas about them that weren't all that good."
"Yeah, well. . . " Randy had never led what some people would call an exciting life, and even though he had had one brief moment of pure passion, he was certain that this was the end of it. . . that he didn't fit, wouldn't belong in the world Susan was creating for her students.
"I could still use a little help teaching the kids," Susan said, reaching out and lightly brushing her hands up and down his chest. Her touch brought his limp penis back to life again, and his face noticeably brightened. "Suppose we show Terry and Harold how a couple of real lovers go at it." Susan said, leaning forward and pressing her lips hotly against his, her tongue thrusting tightly against his teeth and forcing its way deep into his mouth. Randy hesitated for a moment, remembering that he was married, that his wife, such as she was, was more than likely waiting at home for him . . . and then he decided that he had had enough of her. If she wanted to spend all her time with her stupid clubs, that was all right with him.
He brought his arms around the narrow waist of the lovely naked teacher, pulling her tightly to his body, his once again expanded cock searing into her soft, quivering belly.
Susan pulled her face away from Randy just enough so she could talk to Terry and Harold.
"Now . . . I want the two of you to watch what. . . . "
She stopped when she noticed that Terry and Harold were already locked in each other's arms, experimenting with each other, learning to use those things they had learned from Susan.
"I'd say that you've taught them both pretty well," Randy smiled as he watched the two teenagers lowering their bodies to the floor. "They don't really want to watch a couple of old fogy's like us."
"Suppose we show them what a couple of old fogy's can do anyway," Susan hissed as she dropped her hands behind Randy, her fingers gripping his buttocks and drawing his body up tight against hers.
EPILOGUE
The ovation from the parents blended with the last echoes of the final note, and Susan ended the symphony with a downward sweep of her arms. Even without looking that the sell-out crowd of parents, teachers and friends in the audience, she could tell they were standing. Cheers, clapping and general noise of approval only served to reinforce what Susan knew . . . the orchestra had shocked everyone with its ability to play well something as complex as Beethoven's Fifth Symphony. Even though they still were not as good as the Boston Symphony Orchestra, they were every bit as good as almost any college orchestra Susan could think of, and better than some. The young blonde teacher motioned for her students to stand and take their bows, while she herself basked in the footlights, knowing that, even though she had made it possible for the orchestra to play as well as it had, the real credit had to go to the students themselves.
Finally, Susan turned and caught the eyes of several young boys. She remembered then the party that would be held in the activities lounge of the school . . . a party to which the parents had not been invited. Since the concert was over, Susan knew she would be leaving the school. In a way, she was happy, since she had accomplished what she had set out to do, and had done it better than she could have possibly dreamed. But she was also sad as well, since it meant she would be leaving the students who had become almost a part other life.
Quickly, she hurried from the stage area and found herself immersed in a laughing crowd of children as eager to get to the lounge as she was. She suspected that they were all planning a surprise for her, and she didn't have the faintest idea what that could be.
The activities lounge had been set up for a party, and by the time Susan arrived, having had to take some time out to talk to a few of the parents, all of her students were there, pressed against one side of the room away from the door. Balloons and streamers decorated the whole lounge, bringing tears of happiness to Susan's blue eyes. As soon as she entered the room, the student guarding the door closed and locked it, and then turned to her.
"Miss Slater," he said in a voice loud enough to get everyone's attention, "I guess it's no surprise that we really love you for all the help you've given us."
Susan could feel herself blushing as the children left their gathering place and began to crowd around her.
"We were talking with each other about what we could give you as a going away present, and we really didn't have to think about it too hard."
Susan was biting on her lower lip. She still didn't know what they were planning, but she was certain that, no matter what it was, it would be a gift of the heart, and she would love it.
"So we decided on this. IS EVERYBODY READY?"
"YEAH!! " The shout was unanimous, and as soon as it died down, all the children began ripping their clothes off!
Susan was totally dumbfounded. THEY WERE HAVING AN ORGY IN HER HONOR!!
Her eyes roamed around the room, taking the countless erect cocks jutting out from the smooth young bodies of the boys, and the supple, gently forming bodies of the young girls, all eager and ready for her.
The expression on her face was at first one of shock. She knew she had taught them well, but she hadn't thought that they would learn to improvise like this.
And then she broke out into a huge grin.
"You gotta take your clothes off too, Miss Slater," one young girl said, increasing the grin that was creasing her face.
She began unbuttoning her blouse, when she, and all the rest of the children froze.
THERE WAS SOMEONE OPENING THE DOOR!!
Susan's heart skipped a beat, but relaxed as she saw Randy Wilkens entering the room. For the slightest of moments, he gazed around the room, then shrugged his shoulders and looked at Susan.
"I've just been talking to the chairman of the school board," he said, occasionally taking a quick glance at the lush ripening bodies of naked girls. "He said that you did such a wonderful job with the kids, he wants you to stay on and become a full time teacher. And he wants you to start next September, when we go coed."
There was a silenced hush all through the room as the students held their breaths. After Randy had discovered what Susan's teaching methods were, he had stayed pretty much out of the picture, though Susan was at a loss to know why. Most of the children had no idea that he even knew what their teacher was doing.
"Why . . . I'd . . . I'd love to," Susan said. "But I really can't. I have to finish up at college first. I still have a year to go."
"Just what the hell do you think I've been doing for the last month or so?" Randy said with a huge grin on his face. "I've talked to the college and cleared it with them. Your last year of college will be your first year of teaching. They wanted to know what it was that made you so special for us, but I thought discretion would be the better part of valor. I guess you thought the same thing, otherwise you wouldn't have locked the door and excluded the parents."
Susan still couldn't believe that everything was working out so well, but when she saw that Randy was serious, she hugged him tightly.
"Someday, kids like these won't have to be afraid to express themselves behind locked doors," she said.
"With you helping them, I'm certain that day isn't too far off," Randy answered. "Now . . . I can see that you people are having a party, so I'll just. . . .
"You'll just take those clothes off and join us," Susan told him, placing her hand against his swollen cock, tenting his pants. "You don't think I can handle all these kids alone, do you?"
"Yeah! Come on, Mr. Wilkens," one of the boys said.
Randy looked around the room for a moment and saw that he too was a part of the gathering.
There was a cheer as he ripped his shirt open, letting the popping buttons fall to the floor.
