The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true," was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest... "Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself But he that doubteth is damned if he eat. " Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
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CHAPTER ONE
Glen Carter was in trouble. Big trouble. Little girls have big mouths, but he had been too blind to think of it when it mattered.
Now, the handsome English teacher crossed the neatly trimmed green lawn that covered the campus of the Beaverton School for Young Ladies and walked briskly to the white Georgian building that housed the administrative offices. He slowed his pace as he neared the imposingly prim edifice, and, reluctantly, he walked up the short flight of steps, opening the door by its gleaming brass handle, and heading for the office of Edith Janeway, Headmistress. With every step he asked himself why he had come. Why hadn't he just taken off, split, left for the coast...
"Miss Janeway is expecting you," said Miss Partridge, the prune-faced old maid who was secretary to the headmistress. And she gave him a look that could have sent him straight to the fires of hell, had she that power.
He hesitated a moment before entering Edith Janeway's office. Then quickly, he turned the knob and walked in.
She looked up from her desk immediately, a stern look on her face. She was an attractive woman, severe looking, with a taste for man-tailored clothes that did little to conceal the voluptuous body which lay beneath.
"I don't suppose there's any question in your mind as to why I summoned you here?" Edith Janeway asked, leaning back in her leather chair, one hand in her lap, the other petting her German Shepherd Rex, whom she often allowed to keep her company in the office. There was a condescending gleam in her eye and it seemed she was on the verge of smiling. Yet somehow, she didn't dare confront him with that blatant an air of satisfaction.
"No," he said blandly, looking back at her with an even, emotionless gaze.
Glen had no intention of trying to defend himself or even make excuses for what he'd done. For that, he knew there could be no excuse, certainly none that the school board would find adequate. Nor did he have any illusions about being able to hold onto his job here as English teacher for the duration of his temporary tenure, or even being able to find another job in his field. She would probably blacklist him, he thought. But he wasn't all that concerned with his career now.
Of course, he'd been stupid, there was no other word to describe it accurately, to have fallen so in love with a teenage schoolgirl. But even in that instant, his regret was not so much for the deed itself as for the fact that he'd been caught.
"Nor do I think," Miss Janeway continued, "that I need remind you of the seriousness of what you've done."
"Miss Janeway," said Glen, with just a touch of condescension in his voice. "I'd just like someone to drive me into town, and I'll catch a bus out of here this afternoon. Let me spare you the trouble of explaining or justifying the fact that my services are no longer desired here."
Now, the beautiful but cool woman did smile, and she moved slightly forward in her chair, looking for all the world as if she were doing everything in her power to keep from bursting into a full smile.
"Mr. Carter. I'm somewhat astonished at you!" She chuckled dryly.
It seemed to Glen a lifetime ago that he had come to Beaverton... Had it been just a week ago, that Edith Janeway had met him at the gates with great formality, and then later that night come to his room, stripped her clothes and asked him to fuck her. Christ! So much had happened in two short crazy weeks! Now he looked up at her smiling at him in that sarcastic way.
"I don't think, the situation is particularly humorous, Miss Janeway." Suddenly, the look on her face was deadly serious. "I assure you Mr. Carter, it isn't the least bit funny. I'm just astonished that you had the idea that you could simply leave and that would be the end of it."
"What are you getting at?"
"I am getting at the fact that the Beaverton School for Young Ladies has a century old reputation to protect. And I can hardly expect young girls to hold their tongues-I don't quite understand how you expect that either-and it wouldn't surprise me if by the end of next fall the entire state of Pennsylvania has heard of you... not to mention the parents of every girl at the school. Now, how likely would you be to send your little girl to a school where she would wind up having an affair with her English teacher."
"That young girl was very special to me... she wasn't just any young girl... You know, I don't go along with the outdated concept that a young woman should remain a virgin until the day she trades that virginity for a steady, high paying job as some man's wife."
"Has it occurred to you," she said vehemently now, "that there are laws against the statutory rape in Pennsylvania. And that here, outside of the big cities, it is not terribly uncommon to see them enforced?"
"Rape!" Glen Carter gasped. Why, the bitch was getting her revenge.
My God! he thought, watching her playing him into a checkmate. How the hell did he get into this predicament. He closed his eyes for a moment, and thought back, back to the day he had first arrived at Beaverton.
CHAPTER TWO
It had been a bright, warm Indian Summer day, when Glen Carter had driven up the long winding dirt road to the Beaverton School for Young Ladies, and was met at the entrance gates by Edith Janeway, a huge German Shepherd at her side. He remembered how strikingly attractive she was, despite her efforts to look severe. She wore a grey suit, perfectly tailored yet unable to disguise the lusciously ripe body beneath it. Her jet black hair was pulled straight back from her face and tied at the nape of her neck in a bun, yet it only accentuated rather than detracted from the incredibly firm ripe body she had tried to hide under her masculinely styled suit.
"Mr. Carter?" she had smiled charmingly.
"Yes," he had answered, grinning in his handsomely boyish manner.
"I'm Miss Edith Janeway, the head-mistress of Beaverton. And this is Rex." She patted the dog on his head, then extended her hand courteously, briskly. "Welcome to our school."
She shook his hand firmly, yet held it a moment longer than he would have expected, looking him over with curiosity.
"It's Glen Carter, isn't it? Do you mind if I call you Glen... You may call me Edith."
"Delighted to meet you, Edith." Glen could feel the woman looking him over as she walked with him down the well-kept gravel walkway, past a beautifully maintained flower garden.
The headmistress found her new English teacher rather an attractive man. And as she walked with him, touring the beautiful campus, it occurred to her that it might be interesting to have a brief affair with the handsome instructor. Hopefully, he would be more willing that the last English teacher she had had to fire.
"Let me show you your cottage," she told him, and they cut across the well-kept lawn to a pretty white wooden house set back from the rest of the campus. Inside, it was modestly but neatly furnished, and Glen thought he could be quite comfortable there. Then he took a closer look at the headmistress. Yes sir, he thought, eyeing her long, shapely legs and high upturned breasts... she sure is a good looking woman.
"Well," said Edith Janeway, sitting down on the armchair beside the sofa and crossing her legs neatly at the ankles. "I don't think I need to say too much at this point about your duties here. I checked your references quite carefully and you are reputed to be an excellent high school English teacher. The only difference, I imagine between Beaverton and a city school is that you may find yourself in the occasional role of substitute "brother" or "father" to the girls... And you seem a very sensitive man to me... I'm sure you'll fulfill that role well. So... " she said, standing up and walking to the door.
"Do you have any questions...?"
"I don't think so."
"Of course, whatever free time you have, you're welcome to make use of the grounds. There's a lovely private lake, just about a quarter of a mile up that road there. As long as this Indian summer keeps up, you might as well make use of it."
"Why... thank you."
"Oh, there's one other thing I perhaps should caution you about. Our girls, of course, are at that age where they begin to get... curious... about the facts of life, so to speak. You, being a very attractive male, are a natural object for their attention, crushes, if you know what I mean. Of course, you are expected to comport yourself with dignity at all times. I always feel I should caution a good-looking man like yourself. What I'm trying to say is that you have to exert a certain amount of care in your dealings with these young ladies-"
"I'm sure I... I won't have... too much trouble in that line," Glen stammered, embarrassed by her reference to his good looks. "I'm sure I can handle that."
"I'm sure you can," she said, but Glen was puzzled by her wry smile as the said good-bye and walked out of the cottage.
* * *
Glen had been comfortably settled into an overstuffed armchair, reviewing a copy of Anna Karenina, which he planned to teach to the senior class, when there was a knock on his cottage door.
He opened it, surprised to find Miss Janeway standing there.
"How nice to see you, Edith," Glen said. "What can I do for you?"
"I just stopped by to make sure you're comfortably settled in," she answered, and Glen became aware of the light aroma of alcohol coming from her breath. The head-mistress had obviously been drinking!
"Everything's fine... just fine," he told her. "Won't you come in!"
"I'd love to... and I think we should celebrate your arrival. Don't you think so?" She held up a bottle of scotch in her hand. Glen considered her offer for a moment. She was an attractive woman, all right... damned attractive, but she was also his boss, and he had no desire what-so-ever to get involved with her. And there was something else, too, something he couldn't quite put his finger on, that made him want to keep his distance from the headmistress...
"Look, I'd really like to have a drink with you, but I'm really exhausted from the long trip today and... "
"Nonsense," she said. "One drink won't kill you." And before he could say anything in reply or protest, she had moved quickly to his little kitchen and poured the scotch into two tumblers.
Damn her! Glen thought. She acts like she owns this place, and me with it. I ought to throw her out on her ear, coming on that way... and yet, she's so damned beautiful! Jesus, but she's a desirable woman! I don't really like her, yet I can't help feeling attracted to her, drawn to her like a magnet. I wonder what she looks like naked... I wonder...
He felt a flush start out of the collar of his shirt as she returned with the two scotch-filled glasses. She handed Glen one, and he sniffed it then took a small sip. Not bad, he thought, not bad. Maybe if he had this drink with her, she would leave. She had been right about one drink not bothering him, and if that's what it took to keep the headmistress happy, well, all right then...
"May I sit beside you on the bed, Glen?" Edith breathed huskily. "You don't mind if I call you Glen do you?"
"No, I guess not," he replied, as she positioned herself close to him. She crossed one slim, tanned leg over the other, and the hem of her tailored skirt rode high enough up on her thighs to reveal a long expanse of tantalizingly bronzed flesh. Then Edith Janeway leaned forward slightly, turning toward him so that he could not help but sense the nearness of her full, globular breasts. He could almost feel the ruby hardness of her nipples, and the flush came out of his collar again. But he wasn't able to take his eyes from her provocative lushness now. His prick spasmed once, twice, inside his trousers with beginning arousal. Quickly, feeling a little guilty, a little flustered, Glen took a long pull at his glass, draining the cognac.
"Let me pour you another one," Edith said, taking a healthy sip of her own drink. Glen protested that he didn't want another one, but she paid no attention to him, lifting the bottle and pouring his tumbler almost three-quarters full this time. Internally, the voluptuous, raven-haired woman was a froth of excitement and impending triumph. She knew the alcohol would have an effect on the new English teacher's masculine libido, and it increased her own sexual fervor, too, though she could control herself if she felt like it; not that she was going to feel like it tonight. Christ no, she wasn't. After the sting of being rejected by the last English teacher she had dismissed, she was going to possess Mr. Glen Carter-and on her terms. He was all hers now, no mistake.
Edith could feel the initial droplets of excited lubricant fluid begin to flow from the sensitive walls of her cunt as she thought about what would be taking place within the next hour. Oh, she was going to throw a fuck into this proud young man that he would never forget. Never!
She handed Glen his glass, aware of his eyes on her, and she glanced down at the front of his pants from beneath her lowered lids. She could see his cock pulsing there, jumping spasmodically from time to time, pushing his trousers material out briefly. Her cunt juices began to flow faster with her increased anticipation, everything was working out beautifully, everything was going to go exactly as she wanted it to.
Glen drank his second glass of cognac, not really wanting it, yet somehow finding it hard to resist. And there was the nearness of this hot-blooded, alluring woman, too; he wished she hadn't come here tonight, and yet he wanted her to stay now, wanted to sit here drinking with her, wanted to... damn it, he had to stop thinking like that! He knew she was just the kind of woman it would be very dangerous to get involved with...
The handsome schoolteacher drank again from his glass, and again, finally draining the last of the amber liquor. He felt a warm, relaxed lethargy begin to flow over him. The drinks were beginning to have a heightening effect on his blood-stream, while at the same time dulling his mind. He began staring at the sultrily smiling face of Edith Janeway, at the full rich softness of her fine tits; Christ, he'd like to tweak her nipples into rock-hard arousal, take each one in his mouth and roll it around and around his tongue. Wow! And she must be really dying for it-a headmistress at a girl's school. What the hell was a woman like her doing at a girl's school!
Glen felt his cock jerk into sudden, instant rigidity, as if it were alive, as if it were straining for release from its cloth prison. He tried to will it limp again, to banish the lewd thoughts swirling in his mind, but it remained throbbingly blood swollen. Guiltily, his eyes went to Edith's.
She was looking directly at the bulge in his pants.
And she was smiling with half-parted lips and fervid eyes.
"Why, Mr. Carter!" she exclaimed in mock surprise. "Whatever were you thinking about to have that happen now?"
"I... well, I... "
Edith laughed her deep-throated chuckle. I know what it is," she whispered. "I know why you have a hard-on, Glen Carter."
His breath quickened involuntarily at her vulgar terminology. What a crazy contrast between her business-like exterior and her lewd and. obscene manner.
"You have a hard-on because you want to fuck me," she breathed. "That's right, isn't it? You do want to fuck me up between the legs, don't you, Glen?"
"Oh God!" he managed to gasp. His prick seemed to be palpitating wildly now, and his brain reeled. Had he heard her correctly? Yes, yes, of course he had. But why was the headmistress talking to him like that? Had she taken leave of her senses? Or was it just that she was a complete and utter wanton, disguising it by day under her stern, business-like manner. His testicles began to ache from the presence of gathering sperm; he really needed release, desperately, and Edith Janeway talking to him like that wasn't helping matters any. Christ!
The voluptuous woman leaned close to him, and he could feel her hot breath on his cheek, like the scorching heat of a white-hot firebrand. She touched his knee, lightly, but her fingers seemed to burn him through the cloth. "Well, Glen?" she demanded. "Wouldn't you like to get between my widespread legs and fuck me? Wouldn't you really?"
"Please," Glen groaned... "Cut it out. I'm only human... "
"And so am I, lover man," she purred. "My cunt is on fire right this instant and the only thing that can extinguish that fire is a big, hard cock spewing cum all over it!"
Glen still couldn't believe his ears. She was a female Jekyll and Hyde... by day the prim, almost prudish headmistress of an upper-class, uptight girls school... but at night... Holy Shit! Glen had never seen a woman as aggressive as this... And he didn't know if he liked it... "
But then she reached out and touched his throbbing encased penis.
He almost leapt off the bed in a convulsive response to the electric shock of her touch on his sensitive member. Edith stroked it lightly, tantalizingly, increasing the rhythm of her strokes. Her breasts pressed hotly, softly, against his arm now as she moved closer to him; her lips found his jaw line and traced a pattern upward along his cheek her tongue flicking out to sear a path of fire along the skin of his face as her hand continued to rub his already uncomfortably swollen prick.
"Miss Janeway... please, for Christ's sake!"
"You want to fuck me, don't you?" Edith teased on, droning the words in an almost mesmeric voice, like a hypnotist. "You want to fuck me, Glen, you want to fuck me."
"No, I... no!... oh Jesus, yes yes yes!"
He couldn't help himself. The words tore from his throat, in a strangled kind of whisper, and then his mouth was grinding down on hers, his tongue flailing deep into her mouth. Edith's hand began to move faster on his turgid shaft, and she sucked and nibbled at his tongue, swirling her own probe around and around his, darting into his mouth and then withdrawing in an attitude of feminine copulation. As if with a will of its own, Glen's left hand came up and found her breast, squeezed arid kneaded the flesh of momentarily, then dipped inside the neck of her blouse, and opened the buttons of it, exposing her nude globe with its fiery nipple and dark brown aureole. God! She hadn't worn a bra! He could feel the wetness from the seminal fluid which seeped from the gland on the hard tip of his prick as she continued to massage him with a practiced thoroughness.
And then, suddenly, with his finger kneading the resilient flesh of her magnificent breast and his cock jerking almost out of control, the full impact of what he was doing struck Glen's mind like a fist! This was going to be too damned hard to handle... living on the school grounds... and she his boss... he didn't like any part of this scene...
He wrenched away violently from Edith, pulling his mouth from hers, turning his body so that her hand left his bulging cock. Her face was flushed a brilliant crimson-partially from his anger at her and partially from her intense arousal. He averted his eyes panting raggedly.
"What's the matter, Mr. Carter?" She breathed in mock formality. "Why don't you just relax and admit that you want to fuck me as much as I want to fuck you. It'll be good, Glen, honey it'll be so wonderful to be fucking together, fucking, fucking... "
"No!" he said, aware that he was treading a fine line with her, like doing a strange Indian dance with a deadly snake. He couldn't anger her, yet he couldn't give in to her either. His heart was hammering violently in his chest, and he was aware that his prick was still seeping hot droplets of lubrication. But he had to compose himself, find a way to get Edith Janeway to leave. He went to the window, staring out into the starlit darkness for a long moment.
Then, from behind him, he heard the headmistress whisper: "Glen, lover."
He turned, gathering his courage to say what had to be said, tactfully, diplomatically, but when he saw her, the words froze in his throat. His mouth gaped open, and his eyes seemed to protrude like a frog's.
She stood before him completely naked.
She had unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it; and, as he had suspected, she had worn absolutely nothing beneath it. She stood in the puddle of her skirt and blouse, with her legs spread wide apart, her head and shoulders pulled back, her hands knuckled provocatively on her proud, full hips. She was smiling lewdly at him with her mouth parted, her teeth slightly bared, the tip of her wet, pink tongue showing. The moist, petal-like softly hair-fringed lips of her vagina were presented lustfully to his eyes, and the dark triangle of her pubic mound glistened invitingly in the dim, soft light of the room. Her high, perfectly rounded breasts seemed to quiver as if with some inner vibration, the nipples hard and distended. Her long, slender legs, satiny smooth in their pale splendor at the inner thighs, were moist with the flowing juices of her passion-flowered cuntal mouth.
"Well, lover?" she asked. "Do you like what you see?"
"Miss Ja... Edith... " But he couldn't say anything else. He could only stare at her, at her loveliness, at her completely salacious, wanton pose-and his cock began its maddening pulsations in his pants again.
Slowly, slowly, Edith lifted her hands, her eyes fastened on his, and began to slide her palms up and down along her silky sides, then up to cup her firm, full breasts, kneading them lightly, pushing them out toward him as if presenting him with some inexplicably wonderful offering of the flesh. Then her hands were stroking her belly, moving down ever so slowly until the tips of her nails were just touching the jet black fleece of her pubic triangle. She held that pose for a long moment, thumbs pressing against her slender, sculptured sides, fingers splayed across her belly. Glen stood, as if transfixed, unable to move, unable to speak, captured totally and completely by the strange fascinating allure of this woman before him, the absolutely lustful sensuality that he was witnessing. His cock was screaming now.
Slowly, Edith's hands began to move again, the fingertips dipping lower through the soft downy pubic hair, blazing a path toward the glistening pink slit between her legs. When she reached it, she placed the thumb and forefinger of her left hand on either side of the soft, glistening lips and spread them slowly apart, revealing the trembling pink bud of her tiny pulsating clitoris to Glen's lust-ridden gaze. With her right forefinger, then, she traced down until the tip came in contact with the miniature phallus. She tweaked at it once, twice, tantalizingly, sending more rivulets of lubrication trailing down her inner thighs... Then her finger went lower, lower, poised at the lips of her vagina, slipping inside now, burying itself to the first knuckle, the second, withdrawing, sliding in again, withdrawing, entering, fucking herself with glazed-eyed abandon. Faster and faster her finger slid in and out of her naked cunt, and as she rolled and twisted her hips with delight at the sensations coursing through her flesh from her own manipulations, Edith began to talk to Glen in her droning, hypnotic voice.
"I want you to fuck me lover. I want you to fuck me and put your finger in my asshole. And afterward, I want to suck your big throbbing cock, suck it until I milk it dry, and then I'll lick it and suck it and make you hard again... "
On and on she intoned, and the words-the absolute obscene sounds she was uttering-lashed Glen's mind into a swirling frenzy. Oh Jesus, he had to fuck her! He didn't care about anything... didn't care that she was his boss, that there was so much about her he didn't like... He only knew the incredible heat churning his cock and his balls to a broth; Edith's vile, lewd words in his ear, the sight of her finger-fucking herself before him... she was all that mattered, this pagan bitch, this she-devil standing there naked and panting in front of him...
He had to fuck her!
As if he was somehow spirit-free from his body, he watched himself objectively as his legs worked moving his body forward, bringing him closer to her. He watched her finger cease its rhythmic motion in and out of her vagina as he approached, and her smile turn to one of triumph as she claimed her victory beyond any doubt. His hands went out to her, touched her shoulders, and she came into his arms, pulling her finger from her cunt with a soft, wet sluicing sound, rubbing her body hard against his, grinding her naked hips into him as her mouth sought and found his.
Then her hands were on his belt, opening it, and Glen was helping her, feverishly stripping himself, flinging his clothes uncaringly, wherever they happened to fall. Now he was as naked as she was, his thick blood-raged shaft standing out at a heavy right angle from his loins, quivering seeping fluid from his blind eye.
"Oh, it's lovely, Glen, just lovely!" she breathed, stepping back to admire his red hard cock. "It's as big as I knew it would be-bigger! Ohhhhh, I can't wait to have it all stuffed up inside me, fucking me. You want to fuck me with that wonderful cock of yours, don't you, lover man? Tell me you want to fuck me... tell me!"
"I... want... to... fuck... you!" he flung at her in lust-crazed shouts.
"Right here, right now, on the floor! You want to fuck me on the floor, right here, Glen, tell me!"
"Oh the floor... want to fuck you on the floor... want to fuck you right here on the goddamn floor!" Then she was leading him down on the soft, beige carpet, entwining her body with his. Glen didn't care about anything now but this soft, warm, musky-smelling evil woman pressed tightly to him. He was dimly, very dimly aware that later, when it was over, he would regret it, but at the moment he didn't care... he just didn't care.
He showered hot, moist kisses over her face, her throat, into the valley of her breasts, his hands moving over the smooth hillocks of her buttocks, cupping them, squeezing the flesh painfully. She was breathing into his ear, hot and sweet, and her tongue flicked out to dance inside the orifice, racing along the soft sensitive skin of his inner ear. Her hand searched down between their tightly clasped bodies, located the rock-hardness of his penis. He gasped as the hot searing tips of her fingers closed over his rigid penis, and then his mouth closed over hers and their tongues lashed and twirled together, as if trying to blend into one. She crushed the full length of her body against his and ground her pelvis hard into him-then she twisted suddenly, pulling him over astride her, opening her legs wide as they had been before, her cunt flared open, secreting, eagerly waiting.
Edith's hands were running wildly up and down along his body, tracing the hard muscles of his shoulders, the cleft of his back, his hard, muscled ass, exploring all of him as if he was some new piece of property she had just purchased. His cock rested hard against her thighs, trailing dribbles of semen, mingling with her own cuntal juices there. She reached under her buttocks as she levered their entwined bodies up with the full strength of her back, with both hands, and pulled her vagina lips slowly apart to give his cock greater contact with the moist, sensitive flesh as it slipped off her thigh to lay full length in her warm, wet crevice, the head resting deliciously against her, aching clitoris. Then she relaxed, dropping her body back onto the soft carpet, his rigid shaft trapped hotly between her downy-soft thighs.
Glen forced his hands between her shoulders and the floor and ran them down the soft curves of her back and hips making low moaning sounds deep in his throat. The raised ridges of her spine felt hot, white-hot, to him as she undulated her body against him in slow, teasing rhythm. The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly just under the thin tanned skin, the tenseness of the cords in her thighs pressed against the outside of his hips, and he wondered vaguely, how they would grip him moments from now, when he sent his pistoning cock burrowing deep into her hot little belly.
"You feel good, lover," she breathed. "All of you feels good, but your cock feels the best of all." Her nails trailed across his back, leaving small red welts in their sharp path. Glen pushed his hands down farther beneath her, cupping the fullness of her buttocks in the palms of his sweat-slicked hands, pulling her crotch hard against him. He moved up and down the fiery slit, sensing it grow wetter and wetter as her passion seethed out of her. Her ass cheeks began a more desperate rotation up against his loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on either side of him, her calves locking against the back of his thighs, pulling him tighter to her.
"Ooooooo, fuck me!" she cried out. "Fuck me, lover, give it to me, fuckkkk meeeeee!"
He began to thrust forward, but her pelvis was already grinding up to meet him and her hands were already between their bodies, circling around his palpitating penis to guide it between the most lips of her surging pussy. Glen groaned animally as he felt her hands move his prick up and down between her sensitive slit, parting the soft, fleecy hair of her vagina with the blood-engorged head. The pressure in his balls was excruciating now, and he knew he couldn't hold back another second! Now! Now he had to fuck her good!
He flexed his hips with a sudden fierce driving thrust that drove his huge, rock-hard shaft deep up into the hot, gaping mouth of her hungry cunt, drove it home with a flesh-splitting crash that hammered his balls wetly, harshly against the naked flesh of her upturned buttocks.
"Uuuuuuaaaaahhhhh!" she screamed beneath him.
Glen felt the elastic sheath slip wetly, hotly around his fleshy rod, consuming it as it raced to the full length of her belly, her secreting vaginal walls lubricating the way. Suddenly, he hit bottom, his cockhead ramming hard against her cervix.
"Ooooohhhhh!" she howled again. "Aaaaahhhh, that's it lover, that's the way to give it to me, that's the way to fuckkkkkk!"
The lust-enraged teacher ground his pelvis into the squirming pliant flesh beneath him fucking into Edith with long, hard strokes. She strained back under him, arching her loins up at him, lifting them both a few inches off the cool flooring. She moaned and mewled wildly under his pounding, driving body now, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked up and down in a pagan rhythm. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side in wild, insane abandon.
"It's... good, lover man... good like I knew it would be... ohhhh yessss! That's the way, that's how to hammer it into my cunt! Now shove your finger in my asshole! Do it now, Glen, do it now! Shove your finger in my asshole and make me scream until I cummmmm!"
In slave-like obedience, Glen reached under her, between her rotating buttocks as he drove his pistoning cock into the hot moistness of her pussy. He stretched the moons of her ass wide with his hands, and then dipping his middle finger toward her quivering anus, found it. A small stream of warm moisture was running down the widespread crevice from where he was fucking into her cunt. It lubricated the tightly puckered anal ring, and he probed experimentally for a moment. Then he thrust forward with his middle finger, hard, feeling the rubbery opening yield under the pressure, then give way completely. His finger slid in up to the first knuckle in the tight elasticity of her nether passage. She leapt her body upward to crush into his with a wet, slapping sound at the sudden lancing pain of his digital entrance, and then she was screaming for him, saying, "Aaaaahhhhh, it hurts soooo goooood, lover, sooooo goooodddd!"
He thrust again, sinking his finger to the second knuckle.
"Ooooooh, yes, finger fuck my ass... finger fuck my ass!"
Then Glen felt Edith suddenly begin to screw her buttocks back down on his groping finger until it was sunk all the way up to the palm of his hand. He waggled it around inside her fleshy passage, eliciting more cries of delight from her. He could feel through the thin wall of flesh separating her two passages, the underside of his driving prick sliding in and out of her wet, hot cunt; he timed the thrust of his finger with the forward stabs of his heaving shaft, impaling her completely on two strong, hard rods of flesh. She groaned wildly under him, and he could feel his cock growing and expanding inside her until it felt as though it were going to burst from the exquisite building in his balls. He had to cum soon, he had to, he had to! If he didn't cum and fill her with his fire-hot seed, he was going to go out of his fucking mind!
Have to cum... have to cum... have to cummmmm.
Glen's passion-choked mind chanted wildly as he fucked deep and hard into the tight hot pussy of the voluptuous Edith Janeway, sent his hard wet finger slamming far up into her ass. She was screaming and moaning, alternately, beneath him now, her sweat-slicked body a dervish of wild motion and emotion, straining for her own orgasm.
And Glen wanted her to cum too, wanted to mingle his bursting juices with her simultaneously, and he began ramming his prick into her still harder, in time with his burgeoning finger skewering into the rubbery depths of her asshole. She gripped him right between her imprisoning thighs, opening and closing them around him in time to his long, hard thrusts, and he knew that this she-devil was approaching her climax. He continued the merciless onslaught of his cock and his finger with all the strength he possessed in his well-muscled body.
"Aaaaaagggggghhh, fuck it, fuck it, that's it, lover, fuck it hard, fuck it hardddddd!"
She continued to chant the words, over and over, drawing each syllable out, spurring him onto greater heights with her obscene mumblings, pounding her heels with rhythmic tempo on his back as she jackknifed her legs up to mash them against her breasts, offering him the full expanse of her upturned crotch. Her eyes rolled like a hopeless drunk's, her face contorted with lust as she sought to achieve her imminent release.
Suddenly, then, she howled. "I'm... there... oh God, I'm there... I'm CUMMIIINNNGGGggg! " The words burst from her throat in a low banshee wail, almost piercing Glen's eardrums, and she pulled her thighs back tighter until the whole of her widespread crotch was presented to his heaving loins. Her ankles were locked over his shoulders, and she squirmed her hips beneath him in a wild, uninhibited dance of ecstasy, screaming out her orgasm to him. Glen felt the warm, gushing juices of her climax seethe and flow around his thundering cock as he battered his body against hers, and she locked herself up on his prick with all the power in her strong thighs, as her loins spasmed convulsively against his sweating belly. And then the great swirl of heat which was building, building, in his testicles became unbearable and he gasped again and again, and finally the hot sticky load began its frenzied rush from his bloated scrotum along the tube of his cock. He began to spew hot, thin streams into her sucking cunt in a seemingly never-ending torrent, emptying his very being deep, deep up into the warm inner depths of her lusting pussy. He moaned his last final droplet, an eternity later, and then his cock began to deflate; he withdrew it slowly, with a soft, suctioning noise, trailing his thin gossamer strands of semen along her taut flat belly as he rolled over beside her, his mouth open and his breath wheezing forth, satiated.
A long moment passed, and Edith said: "You're a good fuck, Mr. Carter... excellent, in fact!"
He sensed the cool personality of the headmistress returning, taking over the wild lioness he had just fucked... and he understood the strange character of the woman next to him. He knew she was going to be hard to handle... knew he'd have to find a way to keep his distance from her... and knew, too, that if he didn't give her what she wanted she'd find her revenge.
But now, basking in complete sexual satiation, he didn't give a damn about these things. He simply lay there, feeling the warm heat of the strange woman next to him, smelling the musk of her perfume and the permeating odor of their consummated lust. Shit! He'd enjoy it while he could.
And had Glen even begun to imagine the depth and harshness of her revenge... he would have left Beaverton School then and there...
CHAPTER THREE
Glen lay back on the grassy knoll overlooking the school grounds, letting his tanned, muscular body soak up the sun... He surveyed the poignant prettiness of the Pennsylvania countryside and felt the gentle warm breeze playing over him, as he inhaled the sweet aroma of the fresh cut grass, and felt the lulling whisper of the wind in the trees play gently on his ears. Occasionally, a jay or sparrow would fly by, and he would lift up on his elbows to look at it as though it were something unreal, something in another time and place. Weekends at Beaverton were wonderful.
And of course, there were the girls-so young and pretty, so tight-bodied and bursting with youthful energy. He watched them several yards below on the tennis courts, playing in their little white skirts, their tanned legs set off so beautifully against their white sox and sneakers. Their breasts and sensuous young buttocks jiggling tantalizingly as they giggled and shouted to each other. Just the mere thought of running his hands over those luscious young bodies cause his cock to begin to grow hard against his pants.
Then, a faint smile of amusement crossed his face as he remembered how, just a week ago, he had spent that strange but fiercely passionate night with Edith Janeway, the headmistress. But since then, they had kept rather a distance between them... and that was just fine with Glen. But he sure was horny today!
The sun was high in the sky now, and the day was growing warm, almost hot. Glen stretched, stood up and began walking uphill toward the lake. When he reached the top, he took a deep breath of the sweet air and survey the view once more. Suddenly he noticed a striking figure hovering at the edge of the water. In the golden sunlight that contrasted against the deep shadows of the trees hanging gracefully over the glistening water was a girl more beautiful than anyone Glen had ever imagined. So young and fragile, the blonde curls of her hair shining in contrast to her deeply tanned skin, a face of sweet innocence contrasting with the voluptuous yet slender body of a grown woman. Glen caught his breath at the sight of the white crescent mounds of her buttocks that peeked out from the legband of her white bikini, in sharp contrast to her deeply tanned torso and legs, as if the whiteness were a sign of forbidden fruit, untouchable. As Glen walked toward the water his stomach knotted as he watched the girl dip one slender graceful foot in the water. He had never seen a female who turned him on as much as this young girl. He walked closer then, and recognized her. It was Lisa Scot, a quiet but brilliant girl in his senior English class. Glen realized that in his attraction to her he was treading on dangerous ground, but he couldn't take his eyes off the bikini clad young blonde that held him transfixed.
Then he saw the young girl look up, turn around and scan the hills with her eyes. Glen stepped behind a tree so as not to be noticed. When the girl was satisfied that no one was near, she did an astounding thing! Her delicately formed hand moved to her thighs, then slipped up between them toward the crotchband of the tightly clinging bikini bottom. She sucked her breath in harshly, her eyes looking once more quickly around, then her fingers, as if with a mind of their own, began to work at the tight thigh band of the flimsy bikini, pulling it aside to expose the thinly curling strands of her soft pubic hair, brushing up the already pulsating and moist hair-lined slit of her cunt to flick teasingly at the tingling bud of her clitoris. Then she worked the crotchband farther to the side to better expose the widening lips of her moist pussy, splayed open as she stood ankle deep in the warm lake water. She dragged her middle finger slowly up the parted tingling lips of the smooth tight slit, again stroking deliberately over the swollen bud of her clitoris. Glen heard her gasp as she thrust her middle finger far up into tightness of the pulsating cuntal mouth, wiggling it around slowly to send maddening currents of delight coursing out through her loins. He saw her knees wobble and she sat down on the sandy bank, the better to sink her finger to the depths of the smooth wet sheath of her cunt.
"Ooooooh," she murmured soft and low, "Aaaaahhhh."
Then, suddenly, her erotic movements ceased. She sat frozen, her finger imbedded up in her loins, the crotchband of the bikini still pulled and stretched to expose the golden silk haired mound of her pubis, the pinkly glistening, bud of her clitoris. And there, between the softness of the darkly tanned thighs, the flanged lips of her cunt were opened still by the fingers that penetrated it.
Lisa would have died of her own free will right at that instant. If her spirit could have been swept away, leaving her obscenely poised body to topple lifelessly over onto the ground, she would willingly have disappeared from the face of the earth. And she held her breath, the tears filling her eyes and spilling down her cheeks, waiting for that, for a miracle of doom.
For she had seen him watching her! The tree that Glen had hidden himself behind was not nearly sufficient for the job. Glen knew he should say something to her, something reassuring, but the situation was so extraordinary, and so without precedent... and, he too was aroused to a state of near frenzy, his cock rock-hard and straining against his pants. And Glen felt powerless to do or say anything.
Lisa began to weep silently, waiting, frozen for the teacher to say something, do something, punish her or report her to Miss Janeway. But the moments past, and the new English teacher had said nothing. He was merely looking at her, and she was astonished to see, by the expression on his face, that he too was powerfully aroused.
The girl drew her finger slowly down from between her thighs. It left her cunt with a soft lewd popping sound that sent gnawing currents of frustration through her loins which seemed to spiral out over her whole body with a sense of throbbing loss. She felt the tantalizing brush over the silken strands of pubic hair as the crotchband of the bikini slid back in place over the feverishly tingling slit of her cunt. She let herself breathe, a soft, fervently stolen breath, and waited, still motionless, her eyes meeting his.
Then, with a fleeting smile, Glen slowly turned and began walking down the other side of the hill, looking back just once for a last glance at the exquisite teenager. His legs trembled as he walked, his cock still leaping into hardness at the memory of the incredibly erotic sight he had just seen. And he knew he had to have her... had to have Lisa Scott if it was the last thing he ever did in his life!
CHAPTER FOUR
Sunday morning breakfast at Beaver-ton was a delightful meal. Glen sat at the staff table hungrily wolfing down pancakes with sausages, seated between Edith Janeway and the bird-like Miss Partridge. Suddenly they heard the roar of a sports car engine pull up beside the main building and screech to a stop.
Glen looked out the window to see a shiny black Jensen-Healey being driven by a well-dressed, but baby-faced young man about eighteen years old.
Miss Partridge clucked her tongue disapprovingly. "I don't like him... I don't like him at all," she said.
"Who is that?" Glen asked.
"That," Edith informed him, "is Mr. Bennett Russell II, heir to a lumber fortune.
And he's been visiting little Miss Scott for quite a few Sunday's now. He goes to Smedley College, which is just on the other side of the river."
Glen was surprised to find himself quite disturbed by the news that Lisa Scott had a suitor. He made an effort to look calm and finish his breakfast, but he ate more quickly, now and as soon as he was finished, he excused himself from the table and hurriedly left the dining room. His instincts made him walk back again toward the lake where he had first seen the beautiful young girl masturbating, and sure enough, as he came to the top of the hill, he could see Lisa, in a halter top and shorts, with young Russell. They were headed toward the far side of the lake, and Glen began to follow them at a safe distance.
His heart pounded furiously and, though it was futile, he even strained his ears to catch some fleeting, telltale word or phrase, as he saw young Russell suddenly scan the grounds cautiously. They were much too far away for that, but their gestures and his own imagination were almost an equal replacement for speech.
And he was surprised to see a flirtatious side to the usually serious young girl. She laughed and blushed, subtly throwing forward her sensuously heaving breasts, her hands occasionally seeming to stroke unconsciously at the exposed portions of the smoothly tanned flesh of her body. And Glen wanted her... wanted her so bad it was becoming almost an obsession. Then the girl's mood seemed to change... She began to blush shyly, almost visibly stuttering her reply even at this distance, shifting nervously on her feet.
Then, at last, reluctantly, he was certain, he saw Lisa nod her head. And Glen knew there could have only been one question she was answering. He felt his own spirits sink like a body bound up to a millstone, and a great lump welled in his throat. Then, as he watched, the teenage girl and her slightly older boyfriend walked around behind a bush and was quickly out of Glen's sight. The whole world seemed to turn over for Glen Carter at that moment.
Proportions dissolved into a great swirling blur. His mind almost blanked and the vacuum was filled by an alien external force. It was as if he were merely a puppet to his own obsessive desire for the young girl. From that moment on, he was hardly the master of what he did.
* * *
And when the young couple had disappeared from sight, long minutes ticked off silently in the recesses of his subconscious mind before Glen moved. Perhaps he clung to the desperate hope that the young couple would reappear, that somehow he could compel them back with some strange mental power. Then he began to dream in lurid visions, the delirium of anger and jealousy sweeping over him like a flood, and he knew he could not wait there helpless and passive and nature took its course. He could not wait, knowing what must be happening, yet with the slight hope in his mind that it might not happen. That would only torment him all the more.
But it still seemed hardly a consciously voluntary act when he did move.
Slowly he walked toward the bushes where he had seen the couple disappear. And he had no idea what he'd do when he found them... he would just do what he had to when the time came.
Glen stumbled relentlessly into the thickness of the shrubs and vines that at times almost completely obscured the dirt trail around the lake. Then, above the rustle of his feet on the thick grass that grew over the trail and the shrubs that extended into his way, he could hear strained panting, then an incessant low groan that sounded lewdly sexual. Then suddenly he came to a stop as he heard a faint sound, a male voice, somewhere still far up the trail ahead of him.
Now Glen stalked like a cat, silent, almost slithering beneath the low hanging limbs of the trees and shrubs, creeping with an uncanny silence in the still tall grass. The trail climbed crookedly up a slight grade, winding gradually back and forth toward a ridge. When he reached the top he could clearly hear the giggling, and from there he had to descend only a short distance to a small, well protected knoll in order to be able to see them clearly.
The handsome teacher heaved a low sigh of relief as he reached the knoll and peered down into the darkly shaded, grassy clearing below. They were still dressed, still standing. At least he was not too late. But now that their conversation became audible to his ears, Glen recoiled immediately in horror and indignation.
"Are you still a virgin?" Bennett was asking.
Lisa shrugged her shoulders, and looked away shyly.
The young man reached out his hand, taking hers and pulling her roughly to him. Glen felt a lump well up in his throat as he gazed down at the couple in the clearing. Lisa was standing so close to the youth and Glen thought he must be able to feel the hard protruding points of her pulsatingly swollen nipples against his chest. Yet Glen could see that Lisa was blushing and every muscle in her young body was trembling.
"Have you ever kissed a boy?" he teased.
"Of course," she stammered nervously.
"Can I kiss you?"
"I... I guess."
That bastard, Glen thought. The son-of-a-bitch! It was almost more than the teacher could stand, watching the rich young man's seduction of a young girl, brazenly attempting to take the very innocence that made her such an object of adoration in Glen's eyes.
Then the teacher almost screamed as he watched Bennett Russell III reach up to touch the sensuous flesh of Lisa's softly curved shoulders above the thin strap of the light cotton halter top that bound her lushly swelling breasts. She giggled softly and leaned nervously toward him. Then as their lips first gently touched, she pressed the hotly heaving fullness of her lushly rounded body against him, mashing her high pointed breasts so they seemed to flatten out against his chest, lightly pressing her loins ever so tentatively against the crotch of the boy's trousers.
The kiss went on for what seemed to the older man like an eternity, and every second of its duration was agonizing torment for him. Perhaps he'd expected that Lisa would refuse the advances of the conceited young man, that the innocence that exuded from her young girlish character would be offended by his crass seduction. But, of course, that was too much to ask. She was, after all, a healthy young girl, with all of a young woman's natural instincts and desires. He had been watching her masturbate at the shore of the lake, but even then, it did not destroy her innocent beauty-only added to it.
"Come on," Bennett said. "Let's lay down on the grass. I can tell you're still scared me, but we'll take care of that."
He took Lisa's hand and pulled her with him down to her knees on the soft grass. Then he lay down on his back and pulled her so that she was leaning over him, the smoothly rounded mounds of her breasts so close to his face.
"Let me suck them," he moaned hoarsely.
"O-okay."
"Let me undo your halter then."
His hands grabbed up between the softness of her arms and easily undid the halter snap. Glen heard the youth groan with lust as the cups fell half away from the full mounds of Lisa's breasts.
"Most guys need two hands to do that," the arrogant young man bragged, "but I can do it with one."
Glen heard this last remark and felt the indignation welling up in him at the coarse arrogance of the spoiled young man. It was getting more and more painful for the teacher to watch, as the younger man moved his hands along the soft vibrant flesh of Lisa's shoulders and back, extracting every ounce of enjoyment from the sensation of the contact, teasingly brushing the straps over the smooth breasts until, with a sudden swish, they slipped down Lisa's arms and completely exposed her full rounded breasts and slender tanned torso. And Glen too gasped in full appreciation of the sudden electrifying exposure of the roundly swelling breasts, softly curved yet bursting with the ripeness of youth, the almost maroon-colored nipples rising to immediate tingling rigidity at their contact with the air. Then slowly Ben net raised his head toward her breasts and moistened his lips with lewd desire.
Glen heard Lisa purr softly as the boy's tongue flicked out to swipe cares-singly over one of the tautly peaked nipples, sending an involuntary shudder through her now almost naked body. Then he sucked the nipple avidly into his mouth and she moaned deeply, squirming her breasts down into his face, alive from the rising sensations surging in her. And Glen knew the boy's cock would be hard and pulsing with desire now, just as his own cock was, pressing forcefully against the material of his pants.
"Do you like that?" Bennett moaned, his breath already coming in audibly hastened gasps.
"Yes," she murmured softly.
He began to suck harder, running his tongue in a circle around her nipple. Then the boy sank his teeth into the hard protruding nipple.
"Ouch! Not so hard! Don't bite it off!"
"I'm sorry."
It was painful for Glen to watch. He would be so gentle with her, so loving if it was him.
"Play with my cock, Lisa! Take it from my pants. Go ahead... "
Her exposed breasts quivering, the voluptuous young girl straightened up, then tentatively reached down and shyly began to unzip Bennett's levis. From his vantage point in the bushed, Glen could hear the girl's quickening breath as she slowly, shyly, reached into his white jockey shorts to withdraw his already hardened young cock that stood up rock hard from his open fly. Glen saw Lisa look at it with the wonder of discovery, examining every Fine detail; the reddened rounded knob at the head, the pulsing purple vein standing out where the foreskin had been circumcised, the throbbing angry red shaft. Now his erection had already reached its pulsating fullness when a convulsive spasm caused Lisa's whole body to jerk, as Bennett sucked even more ravenously at the hotly tingling swollen buds of her nipples, and she entwined her fingers gently around the heavily throbbing shaft of his smooth young cock. Even Glen, from a distance, could almost feel that first electric contact that sent a shudder through his manly body.
"Do you like that? Do you like my cock?" he moaned hoarsely.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm."
"Wait till you get it in your pussy. Then you'll really feel something... Are you still scared?"
"Just a little."
Again his tongue flicked up eagerly, swishing in a softly tantalizing circle about the rigid tip of her nipples. At the same time she began to move her hand up and down on the pulsating rod of his cock in a slow, even rhythm, drawing and stretching the taut, sensitive foreskin deliberately up and down on the fully swollen shaft. As he began to suck more hungrily at her breasts, his hands again ventured to the hotly palpitating flesh of her naked torso.
Now Glen's whole body began to respond wantonly to the lurid scene spread out before him. He hardly dared to breathe as the rasping escaping his own throat and lungs had become so loud that he feared the two teenagers would hear him in spite of their own panting and obscene moans. His mouth was hot and dry and his cock throbbed hotly against his belly. The erotic sight of their nakedly writhing bodies held him spellbound. His lust-hardened penis was mad with desire and his own hips now undulated in a rhythm that matched the jerkings of the younger man's buttocks as the beautiful young girl fingered his swollen cock.
Then, suddenly, with a low and throaty mewl of pleasure, Lisa straightened up, sensuously stretching her naked young body, which exaggerated even more the taut arch of her ripely exposed breasts, her sweetly angelic face now charged with passion as she continued to jerk her hand up and down on Bennett's urgently throbbing cock for a few moments longer, then gradually ceased.
"You're ready, aren't you Lisa? You're not afraid of my cock any more?"
"I'm still a little scared," she admitted, her hips undulating sensuously. "But I'm ready anyway."
"Then take your pants off."
"Take them off for me," she asked, closing her eyes, and reclining in a posture of erotic surrender on the soft green grass. Bennett rose to a sitting position, then leaned eagerly over her, gazing down with unrestrained hunger at the softly heaving mounds of her naked, nipple-crested breasts. With trembling fingers, he un-buttoned the tight, faded blue shorts. Lisa planted her feet on the ground for leverage and lifted her buttocks up from the earth to allow him to work the shorts slowly down over the tightly rounded half-moons of her silken fleshed buttocks and the soft satiny curves of her smoothly rounded thighs.
Bennett gasped, gazing lustfully down at the flimsy white bikini panties that clung transparently to the flare of her pelvis, only faintly concealing the small triangle of sparse, soft pussy hair beneath.
"Now your panties," he gasped, as her hips began a gentle, spontaneous writhing.
The young man reached for them eagerly, and for a moment, Glen thought that in his impatient yearning he was going to rip them from her already near naked body.
"Easy," she cautioned, dropping her buttocks back to the grass. "Take them off nice and slow and easy, for me."
He slowed at her request, and pulled the elastic waistband of the silken panties down just off the thinly haired mound of her cunt, and then began to teased the throbbing, bud of her clitoris to electrically tingling hardness. At the same time, his other hand had drawn the narrow crotchband of the panties sideways off her cunt to expose the hair-lined, swollen lips that glistened ripe pink in the shadowy "vee" up between Lisa's openly splayed thighs.
"Oooooooh, that's goooood," the girl purred.
Now she gently arched her hips as Bennett worked the flimsy panties deliberately down off the thin triangle of hair to completely expose the naked tightness of her own young cuntal mouth nestled warmly up between her quiveringly parted thighs. Glen could hear her moan as the youth completely exposed the widening lips of her open splayed pussy and the smoothly rounded curves of her soft ass cheeks, faintly defined by the lighter hue of skin that contrasted sharply with her darkly tanned thighs and belly. Then he pulled the bikini panties off her slender calves and bare feet and tossed them aside in the grass as he hurriedly shed his own clothes.
"Do you know how to fuck?" he asked teasing, the mockery tempered by his wantonly raging desire.
"I... I think so... "
Glen felt the anger rising in him now as he watched. It's going to happen, he thought. This fresh and innocent young girl who had stirred up the most unbelievable love and lust in Glen... now the girl was going to lose that innocence to this wild, foul talking young man who had not the slightest inkling of or appreciation for her unique quality, but wanted her merely for the sake of another conquest.
Then Bennett lay down between the girl's widely parted thighs, and lowered his throbbing cock toward the young teenage girl's hotly pulsating loins.
Suddenly Glen found himself running down the incline toward the secluded clearing. Lisa saw him first, staring up wide-eyed from her obscenely lustful spread-eagled pose on the grass, her face contorted with shock and horror, her wide parted thighs quivering as she stopped Bennett's eager upward lunge, closing them tightly on his naked white hips.
Glen almost stumbled and fell as he reached the bottom of the incline. With a soft sigh, he regained his balance and tried to catch his heavily strained breath. Then Bennett realized his presence and gazed, astonished, back over his shoulder at Glen as he stalked toward the couple lying in their naked embrace.
There was no dignified way to approach them, and he thought certainly the ulterior motive that had already seized him must show. But he didn't care. The force that pushed him was relentless and now he bowed before it. His actions were almost unconscious, a hollow game that served the moment, however feebly.
"Get up!" he rasped as he was standing over them.
"Holy shit!" Bennett exclaimed.
For a moment the boy lay motionless on Lisa's still body, then at last rolled off the voluptuously tanned body of the sweet young girl. With a groan of annoyed frustration, the boy began to gather up his clothing. But for almost a full minute, Lisa made no attempt to cover herself. She just lay on her back and stared up at Glen, whose still pulsating hard cock was bulgingly protruding to her hungry glance.
"Who the hell are you?" Bennett asked, zipping up the fly to his pants.
"Just shut up and get dressed. And you too," he added to the still naked young girl.
Without taking her eyes from him, looking at him with the same lustful yet innocent way she had the time he'd seen her at the lake, Lisa began slowly to get dressed.
She knows! Glen thought, a faint remnant of sanity still waging futile war with the mad plot his mind was hatching. They must both know. They must both see through me like through clear glass. Then at last both the teenagers were clothed again, up on their feet and waiting with a mixture of apprehension and what Glen was sure was knowing arrogance.
"He's the English teacher," said Lisa quietly.
"What are you gonna do?" the youth asked. "We didn't do anything. We were just playing." Suddenly Glen's hand shot out and Bennett flinched and shied away from him too late. He grabbed the boy by the ear, holding him tightly. "Get out of here," he snapped, throwing him back toward the path. "Get the hell out of here."
Then Glen turned to Lisa, "You're coming with me, young lady," he told her, trying to sound angry, authoritative.
The two of them walked together back around the lake, down the hill and across the campus. Then Glen led Lisa to his little cottage, and as they stepped inside, he pulled the door closed and turned the key to lock it.
"I'm very much ashamed of you after what I saw today," he said grimly, turning to face her with a stern stare that somehow concealed the now hotly raging desire that still surged through his body and found its throbbing focus in his still hardened cock.
Lisa said nothing. She tilted her head slightly, gazing forlornly at the floor. The sun filtering through the blinds cast an ultraviolet glow over the tousled blonde locks of her hair.
"It isn't that I disapprove of sex between... consenting partners... on any moral ground," Glen continued, his mind struggling to thwart the lewd plot he subconsciously conceived, probably even before he'd started up into the woods after the two young people. "But... what is your relationship with that fellow?"
"Huuuuh?" She looked up, puzzled. "Are you in love with him? Glen raised his eyebrows, watching with a faint smile as she fidgeted, swaying nervously on her feet. At last she hung her head. "I didn't think so," he said triumphantly. "Don't you think it's important to attach some kind of feelings to the act, the first time at least?"
"I don't know. I guess."
Lisa looked up, staring straight into his eyes for the first time since they'd walked into his room. And something in her gaze made his cock jerk, and a sharp thrill run through his body. She knows! he thought again. She sees right through me. But he had to keep up the pretense.
"You two there on the grass were like a couple of animals doing it out of blind instinct. And the sex act, between human beings, Lisa, is something more that that. It is a beautiful shared experience, a personal thing. Lust should be like love directed at a special individual, not just because you can use a person to... relieve your... " he paused. "You're... you're still a virgin aren't you?"
"Yeah, thanks to you," she muttered sarcastically.
Glen chuckled dryly. "Yes, I guess you're a little angry with me, because I know how hard that is to go through... I mean, even for a man, though it's harder for a girl. Were... were you afraid?"
"I was at first, but not then. Not when you came down and stopped us. I'd got over being scared by then."
"You'd better go, Lisa," Glen said, retaining the outward sternness in his voice with the greatest amount of strain. "Where?"
"Go... back to the girl's dorm. I won't report this to Miss Janeway. Not this time."
The beautiful young girl stared at him in silence for a moment. Then she shrugged and started toward the door. As she walked Glen's whole body quivered inwardly with the wild madness that had governed his entire morning. As Lisa was at the door, about to turn the knob, he spoke: "Just a minute."
She paused, half turning back to him. It must have been only a moment before he spoke again, but the short silence was like an eternity for Glen.
"Come back," he said at last, in a cracking voice.
Slowly she retraced her steps toward him.
"I'm going to... teach you, Lisa," he said. The young girl smiled lewdly... she had known all the time what he wanted, what was going to happen. And suddenly she seemed worldly and all knowing to him.
Silently she walked over to where he was seated on the couch, and with a slightly quivering hand, she reached down and unzipped the older man's fly. Glen could feel his cock twitch beneath her touch, and he could see that the girl now, too, was consumed by her lust.
"Lisa... " he gasped, as she began to pull the pants from his hips, metamorphosed now from the seduced to the seductress. This was crazier than anything he could have imagined... !
As his hard, throbbing cock rolled free, a shock of insane lust spiralled crazily up the teenage girl's spine to shatter in a cascade of wildly scintillating explosions, the hot meteors raining down over her whole body. Yes, she thought, she wanted to fuck Mr. Carter, wanted to fuck him, not Bennett Russell III, since the day she had seen him watching her at the lake. She felt an involuntary twitch begin deep in her hotly pulsating, already wetly seeping loins as the fire of her obscene craving swept away the last remnants of her virginal inhibitions until nothing was left of her but the lewdly surging demands of her overpowering desire for the older man. Tears filled her eyes, and she moistened her lips hungrily as she watched his hard manly penis rising from the thick mat of dark pubic hair.
Glen took hold of her slender soft shoulders and rested his face between her hotly heaving breasts, snuggling it against the swollen mounds, and he could feel the warmly tingling nipples rise to throbbing rigidity as the hotness of his heavy breathing permeated the thinness of her halter top.
"Oh, Lisa, Lisa," he moaned, pressing his face even more tightly against her high-set, softly rounded breasts, feeling his manly cock continue to surge and grow still harder.
The girl caught her own breath in her throat, her thighs quivering with the wanton, unrestrained longing that coursed freely through every hotly tingling fiber of her being, and Glen felt her run her fingers gently through his hair, stroking and caressing the dark wavy hair with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the lurid sensations that carried them both away.
"Oh Lisa, Lisa, my beautiful little girl," he groaned with even greater urgency in his voice.
Then gently, with instinctive womanliness, she cradled his head lightly in her arms and stroked his cheeks. Now Glen's huge cock throbbed up to its full, massive rigidity, the skin stretched tightly around the enormous shaft, the crimson head almost bursting as Lisa reached down and stroked it lightly with her fingers, rubbing the tightened skin smoothly up and down, up and down, up and down, in a rhythm that nearly drove him crazy.
Glen's hips began to move as she fingered him so obscenely, his breathing quickened, and rough hoarse grunts of lust-incited pleasure issued hoarsely from his throat.
"Do you think I'm a bad girl?... Do you think this is wicked, Mr. Carter?" she purred softly.
"God, noooo, baby... angel... " He was so hot he could hardly talk. "Don't stop... don't... " He sucked in his breath hoarsely, jerking his hips up even more violently, flexing the taut muscles of his rigidly pulsating penis in the tight caress of her hand.
Then, still caressing the hotly pulsating cock in her hand, Lisa lowered her face toward the teacher's hair-covered loins. A soft sob suddenly escaped her and she felt his body shiver as her long golden curls grazed his belly. She flicked her tongue and worked it in a sensuous circle around her sultry, swelling lips as she continued to caress the huge inflated cock tenderly with her fingers.
"Oh, Lisa... " he moaned... " Aaaaaaahhhhhh. "
"I'm going to suck you off," said the angel faced girl wickedly. As another soft mewl of wanton desire escaped her, Lisa leaned her face lower toward the hotly throbbing cock. She held it tightly between the fingers of both hands, stroking it between the flat of her palms, in a teasing up and down motion that caused the older man's loins to undulate even more wildly to her maddening rhythm.
For the young girl, it was as if all her private fantasies had come true. She was actually fondling a grown man's enormous, rock-hard cock. She had to suck it! She had to! Her mouth hungered to accept his hot, pulsing member, hungered to suck it, suck it, with unrestrained and obscene passion.
Her lips dropped slowly to his rising hardness and suddenly her tongue flicked forward, the tip boring teasingly into the slick wetness of the tiny glans on the end of the smoothly rounded head.
"Oh Jesus, my angel!" Glen gasped at the jolting sensation of the contact. He sucked his breath in, chills rippling down his spine as he felt her tongue swipe wetly around the tingling head of his now hotly jerking cock. He groaned as she made an oval circle of her lips and brought them down over his throbbing cock-head.
Lisa made soft gurgling sounds deep in her throat, her tongue still flicking teasingly over the pulsating hotness that violated her sensually parted lips, blowing her breath down warmly over the rigid masculine flesh, gradually bringing her mouth down all the way to enclose the whole of the sensitive head like an elastic band around it just below the head, trapping it completely inside the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.
"God, baby," he gasped, "You're unbelievable... " The handsome teacher raised his head up to stare down at the angelic faced woman-child whose hotly crimsoned face nestled in his loins, contorted with a passion he could never have imagined in that sweetly innocent face, as she sucked with abandoned hunger at his twitching, burning penis. It felt so good he could hardly believe it, like nothing he'd ever dreamed of. And though it had seemed crazy at first, now he didn't care. He wanted to go on forever, to never lose that exciting feeling of her mouth and lips tightened wetly around it, her tongue flicking wildly over the sensitive, almost bursting glans. Somehow, he had to hold the cum back. He wanted so badly to shoot off her mouth, but he knew he should warn her first so that she could take her face away before he did, or the poor young girl might never let him near her again. He had to control it. He had to keep this incredible feeling going on as long as he possibly could.
Lisa massaged the cum-heavy sacs of his testicles gently with one hand and stroked the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other as she began to suck rhythmically up and down. Her eyes were clenched tightly together, her whole face strained with passion, and all she wanted in the world was to suck this handsome older man, suck him until he spurted the fresh white stream of cum from his lust-engorged cock up into the obscenely sucking receptacle of her mouth.
Now the softness of her young tongue swirled wildly around the big, tensely pulsating knob of the head of his cock, the tongue flicking magically across the moist opening of the glans on the end at the upstroke, then swiping wetly down the saliva moistened shaft as she dropped her face back downward to take the rigidly jerking pole almost to the back of her throat. She made deeply gurgling, mewling sounds, her own thighs trembling with a desire that was only heightened by her passionate cock sucking. The beautiful virgin could feel the fluids of her unleashed lust seeping down between her warmly tingling thighs and wetting her tightly clinging panties, and her breasts had swelled to fill the cups of her halter top as the electric current set up between her wildly sucking lips and his hotly heaving loins seemed to shed tantalizing sparks darting to the rigid tips of her nipples. She didn't know how much longer she could go on like this. She wanted it to last forever, but now her own body was crying out in obscene desperation for touch, for satiation of the secret, pent-up desires which had finally been unleashed.
Glen flexed his muscular buttocks, his head still raised to watch her passion-contorted face, bobbing up and down over his loins, her fully rounded breasts quivering with the motion of her body. She was bent over in passion, stretching the material of her shorts tightly over her roundly flaring buttocks so he could see the outline of the elastic legbands of her panties standing vividly out from the smoothly tanned contours of her youthful flesh.
The girl sucked more eagerly, gurgling obscenely and gasping for breath around the manly shaft that now filled and stretched her mouth, every lewdly wanton jerk of his powerful hips driving it deeper and deeper toward the back of her throat, filling her with an even more intense and depraved ecstasy.
But now the crying out of her own body had become like a deafening roar she could stand no longer.
She had to have something too, had to have it before she went stark raving mad.
Like a young tigress, she wrenched her head upward, feeling the thickly hardened shaft pop from her lips, hearing Glen's deeply frustrated gasp of protest. Sobbing she tried to catch her breath, one of her hands still tenderly caressing his bass, while with the other she brushed her curly blonde locks from her forehead so that she could see his face.
"W-what... "
"Please touch me, too, Mr. Carter," she gasped. "I'm so hot I'm going out of my mind."
In a frantic motion she reached up behind her back and from the outside flicked loose the snap of her halter top. Then she pulled the cups from the hotly heaving firmness of her breasts, the nipples swelling to a taut ripeness, surrounded by their dark coronas.
"God, Lisa. You're beautiful!" the lust-crazed school teacher told his young student.
Swelling with pride, Lisa worked her shorts down over her long, contoured thighs, exposing the white bikini panties and the softly shadowed triangle of golden pubic hair. Then she looked down with great relish at the huge red shaft of his cock still throbbing obscenely with his inflated heartbeat. My God, it's just like I always dreamed of a man's cock whenever I did it to myself. Now he can do it to me, just like I finger fucked myself...
Then she gasped and looked at him with lust glazed eyes. "Play with my pussy, Mr. Carter. Pull my little panties down and stick your Finger up in my cunt while I Finish sucking you off."
With a whimper of lust, she plunged her head again. Then her hips jerked wildly in wanton response as she felt the strong touch of his hands on the fullness of her buttocks outside the snugly fitting panties, gently working the elastic waistband downward over the flare of her pelvis toward the tightly clenched crease of her ass cheeks, his powerful fingers tracing a searing path on the hotly tingling flesh as he exposed the trembling moons of her buttocks and began to work the passion-soaked crotchband to one side to free the sparsely-haired, pulsating lips of her pussy.
His other hand moved eagerly to her high rounded breasts, hungrily squeezing and fondling them to an even riper bursting fullness. Hot currents of delight darted up between her thighs as she felt his fingers brush through the sparse strands of pussy hair to the pinkly pulsating lips of her vagina, lightly stroking and spreading the slickly flowing cuntal moisture, flicking tantalizingly between the sensitive blood-engorged lips and up into the hotly grasping slit. Then a shudder passed through her whole body at the first searing contact of his finger against the already ripely swollen and throbbing bud of her nakedly exposed clitoris.
As she felt the older man begin to stroke rapidly up and down the warmly pulsing, hair-lined slit, she took his huge throbbing cock back into her mouth with an even greater eagerness. Lisa could feel the intensification of his reaction and began to suck his cock even harder than she had before, as she felt his finger slip between the hotly grasping lips of her cunt and worm their way with slow deliberate ness up between the sensuously clasping tightness of her vaginal walls.
Now the tips of her teeth dug gently into the hard resisting flesh of the mans heavily lunging cock, leaving small white trails where they had pressed the blood from beneath the surface of the skin. She shifted her position slightly to give him even greater access to her hotly moistened cunt and reached under his muscular buttocks to pull his heaving loins up tighter to her face. Her tongue swiped furiously around and around the thickly burgeoning cock-head until she felt he was reaching the bursting point. Then she took all of the rigid shaft up into her mouth until she thought she could feel the warmly pulsating head prod at her throat, almost choking her.
Great swirls of heat were building in his balls as he madly finger-fucked up into her hotly undulating loins. She bucked her head wildly above Glen's hard lunging cock as tiny rivulets of sweat broke out on her face and naked arms and thighs. She felt the muscles of his stomach tighten and he arched up to push his surging cock even farther up into the welcoming moistness of her mouth.
He groaned over and over again, his lips working crazily and incoherent mutterings spitting from between his clenched teeth. Then suddenly he gasped, jamming two of his fingers up so deep between her hotly quivering thighs into the searing warmth of her spasming cunt that she almost cried out with insane joy as she felt the first hotly flowing waves of her own imminent relief begin to course outward through her loins and her whole trembling body. Then she heard Glen gasp. The moment was here! She could feel it coursing through his body too. A low guttural sound began somewhere deep in his chest as the hotly surging sperm began its mad dash from the sanctity of his balls.
Then suddenly, he stiffened and his hand embedded deeply in the tightly clasping depths of her pussy, became motionless.
"I'm cumming, Lisa... " he gasped. "I can't hold it any more... I'm gonna shoot off!"
She knew he was trying to warn her to remove her lips and she sensed that he even made a half-hearted attempt to push her away. But she only intensified her sucking as she felt the shattering spasms in her own loins and her cuntal secretions began to flow even more wildly. And suddenly the older man writhing beneath her lost all control and shoved his cock as hard as he could up into her gaping mouth as she twisted her head madly from side to side in response to the bursting waves of orgasmic relief that racked her own trembling body, building to a shattering ecstatic crescendo in her loins as his hot-tasting young cum spurted in thin warm streams into the cavern of her mouth. It was several moments before anyone spoke. Finally, Lisa broke the wonderfully relaxed silence.
"That was wonderful darling," she breathed.
"But... But... !?" Glen exclaimed... "But what?"
"I'm still a virgin," she giggled.
CHAPTER FIVE
Bennett Russell III, angry and humiliated by Glen's interruption of his seduction of the beautiful blonde school-girl, had driven his Jensen-Healey wildly back down the winding country road into town. He parked in one swift motion, leaped from the car, and headed into Foley's Saloon.
"Hey man," his good pay Lyle waved from the far end of the bar...
Bennett waved back dejectedly and sat beside Lyle, who was seated next to Jack Wilson, a friend who had recently been thrown out of his freshman year at Smedley College for an enormous accumulation of rule infractions regarding women in the dorms.
Bennett ordered a beer, and guzzled the whole mug down in one, long swallow.
"Well," asked Lyle finally, "Did you score? Did you fuck her man?"
"No," he said with a wry smile. "What happened?"
"Goddamn English teacher beat me to her."
"What!"
"You heard it."
"Crazy man. But... uh... why don't you clue us in from the beginning."
"Well, I was walking with her around the lake and back into the bushes. And that son-of-a-bitch must have followed us," Bennett began. "We were up in that little clearing, you know, the one everyone uses to make out, and we'd been messing around a lot and we had our clothes off." He flushed heated at the memory of it. "Man, she was really scared at first... so I sucked her gorgeous tits for awhile, and then after that she was as hot to ball as I was."
"Well," added Jack Wilson, who had been silently listening up till now, "If I was a chick, I'd be scared shitless too, doing it with a gorilla like you for the first time."
"Aw, fuckoff, man."
"Come on you guys," Bill prodded. "What happened then."
"Then finally I got on top of her, and she had a hold of my cock and was just about to help me put it in-and there he was! He came running down out of the trees like a crazy man, and holy shit! He was furious... But dig this... if I know anything, he was furious the way a jealous lover would be. It was like he was pissed at me for stealing his old lady or something, and pissed at her-not because he didn't think she should be doing it, but because it was me she was gonna do it with instead of him".
He paused a minute and ordered another beer.
"But you ain't heard nothin' yet."
"Well come on man, get on with it," said Jack, a bored tone in his voice.
"Okay... he told me to split-the cocksucker just grabbed me by the ear and told me to split. Then he took ahold of Lisa and I figured he'd take her up to old Miss Janeway's office. So I hung around a little, then followed them-and that little bitch went back to his cabin and gave him a blow job! A blow job! And he didn't force her either... Man, I had gotten her all hot and bothered and then she gave him the goddamn blow job!"
"Wheeewww," the two other youths let out a long, low whistle.
There was a long pause as the young men sipped their beers. Then Jack said in his nasal whine: "Oh man, I think you're full of shit."
"Oh yeah."
"Yeah. That little Lisa is a frigid snob if ever I saw one... I don't believe she put out for you and I don't believe she put out for this English teacher dude."
"Well, then, you don't have to come in on this little plan with me. You can just sit here and sip your beer till you fall off your barstool."
"What plan?"
The three young men huddled closer together and Bennett began to whisper his strategy to them.
* * *
Lisa was sound asleep dreaming of Mr. Carter when something awoke her. She sat up suddenly in bed, Blinking her eyes for a moment, finding it difficult to wake out of her dream. The erotically surreal images still lingered vividly in her consciousness and she realized with a flustered sensation that had she been able to sleep a few minutes longer she would have had a climax. Instead, she was engulfed by a nagging frustration, almost as bad as when Mr. Carter had stopped her and Bennett just before they were ready to fuck. Then she heard it again-someone calling her name from outside her window.
"Lisa? Lisa?" a male voice whispered.
The young teenage girl started with a renewed surge of excitement. Maybe it was Mr. Carter!
"Lisa!" The whisper grew more urgent.
She slipped out of bed and walked over to the window, throwing it open, but carefully, so as not to make a noise and wake her sleeping roommate.
Outside the window were two boys she recognized as friends of Bennett's... what were their names?... Jack and... and Kyle... no Lyle... that was it. Jack and Lyle.
"What do you want."
"It's Bennett," Jack said with pretended seriousness. "He's really upset, you know, freaked out, cause he thinks for some reason you don't dig him anymore.
"What!" Her mind was working quickly. What had he told them?
"Like, I don't know what it's all about... that's between you two, but he's just laying in bed... he won't get up, calling your name like he was dying or something."
"Well what can I do?" she asked, suddenly concerned for the hurt feelings of a boy she had like.
"Just come with us... come and see him."
"Okay," she whispered. "Wait there.
I'll be right down."
She threw on a t-shirt and a denim skirt, and tiptoed out of the room.
* * *
The sight that greeted Lisa Scott as she stepped through the door stopped her in her tracks. Bennett was lying on his back in his room, sprawled on his back dressed only in pajama bottoms, his muscular chest bared, his thighs widely parted, and his face looking tortured with grief. Too tortured. It wasn't like him to take anything so seriously. Lisa felt a flicker of suspicion. Then she shoved it out of her mind. Maybe she really didn't understand what happened yesterday. Maybe somehow he did think she had deserted him.
"Hi Benny," she said softly, walking toward him.
Behind her, Jack and Lyle stepped into the room.
"Lisa," he moaned, looking up at her with larger round eyes. "You... you hurt me... "
And then he did something that made Lisa gasp with horror!
"You... you hurt me... " he said, still pretending seriousness... "Here... " And then she saw him pointing to his cock!
Lisa stiffened, a chill shooting through her whole body. He must have folio wd them... must have watched through the window of Mr. Carter's house! And this was his way of getting back at her.
She turned and bolted for the door, but the two boys barred her entrance.
"Come here, baby," Bennett said sitting up in his bed. "Come here," he said, his voice growing hoarse with burgeoning desire. Lisa watched him, wide-eyed, as he opened his fly, and suddenly she realized that in spite of the trickery, she felt the return of the familiar gnawing flutter in her loins. And she was aware, too, of a distinctly inappropriate wetting on her genitals as he carefully pulled the thin material of his pajama bottoms away!
Then Lisa had to stifle a gasp of excitement as Bennett completely exposed his already surprisingly hard male organ, the thick sandy colored curls of hair in his loins, the heavily sagging testicles between his muscular thighs. His thick shafted cock was limber, yet incredibly large, and already she could see it begin a reflexive restless stirring as it was exposed.
"Feel it, baby," he pleaded his voice cracking. "Touch my cock, Lisa... like you did for Mr. Carter. " Lisa gasped at the revelation that he knew, that he had seen her suck off the English teacher. Yet her eyes now were riveted on the stirring cock that was rising quickly toward a full and powerful erection.
It was insane, she thought. The whole thing was crazy. The three boys knew about her and Mr. Carter and she was sure their motive in working this trick went beyond just teasing her. She knew she should force her way out and avoid whatever they had in store. But she couldn't! The sight of Bennett's rapidly hardening cock held her rapt attention. She couldn't take her eyes off of it.
"Feel it, baby," he moaned again, beginning to faintly writhe his hips in lurid suggestion.
Lisa's hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it moved slowly upward, trembling toward the muscular boy's partially exposed loins. Her fingers tingled in lurid anticipation as she watched the swelling member twitch excitedly. Again, she reminded herself how insane it all was! First being ready to fuck Bennett and then suddenly winding up sucking-Mr. Carter's cock til he came in her mouth... and now this!
"Rub it baby, like you did the teacher's."
"Shut up, Bennett," she said tersely, her hand still lingering inches away from the now fully erect, blood-engorged cock.
God! It was more than the young girl could handle. Why couldn't she control herself, control the lurid impulse that raged wantonly through her consciousness? Then another, even more devastating thought struck her. The two boys waiting outside hadn't come along just to listen and watch. If Bennett was going to try to seduce her with this silly little game, they undoubtedly would want to get in on the action. They were going to try to gang fuck her!
Lisa again revolted in mental rage that was somehow thwarted by the hotly welling desire that surged completely out of control through her lust-incited loins. The audacity of the boys was almost more than she could imagine, yet at the same time it intrigued her. For a moment, as her trembling hand hovered over Bennett's exposed and waiting loins, a series of lewd, almost surreal images flashed in a fluidly evolving flow through her mind as she considered the staggering possibilities of what the four of them could do together. It was crazy... and on a sheer animal level-overwhelming... Then again, as if of its own volition, her hands moved.
Bennett groaned as the sudden contact of her fingers on the sensitive head of his already hotly throbbing cock sent a searing tingle through his whole body. Lisa sucked her breath in hoarsely and emitted a soft erotic whimper as she wrapped her fingers tightly around the firmly jutting male flesh and tested its vibrant springiness as she began to move her hand rhythmically up and down.
"Oh wow!" Bennett gasped, shifting his naked hips lewdly in response to the slow, deliberate movement of her hand on his warmly pulsating member. "That's great!" he crooned.
The young teenage girl wanted to rebel, but the insanely driving lust overwhelmed her and she began to gasp for breath and rub faster and faster as his already engorged young cock swelled even more rigidly beneath the exciting manipulations of her fingers.
For a moment longer Bennett lay back prone on the bed, watching her with his astonished, desire-crazed eyes. Then, to he raised up slowly to a sitting position and as she continued to massage him, he reached up and laid his hands on the bursting fullness of her breasts, eagerly kneading the soft sensuous curves of flesh through the thinness of her white t-shirt and the tightly constricting brassiere.
"Don't do that, Benny," she purred half-heartedly, as her hand began to move even faster. "I'll jack you off. But don't do that. Please."
"I want to finish what we started yesterday, baby. I want to fuck you, Lisa."
"We all do," the nasal voice of Jack chimed in from behind her.
Lisa looked back with alarm to see that Lyle and Jack were still silently standing behind her in the room. A muffled cry escaped her lips as she watched them walk toward her, but still her trembling hand moved obscenely up and down on Bennett's heavily throbbing cock, teasing it to an even greater length. Then Jack was behind her, and she felt his loins press against the full, firmly-rounded moons of her satiny buttocks, his muscular arms wrapping eagerly around her body to reach the buttons which ran down the front of her denim skirt.
"You gonna undress her?" Lyle gasped, with a twitch of unbelieving excitement in his voice.
Lisa was obsessed. The thought of these three college boys taking her all at once had tapped a hidden fantasy of lust that she could not have even dreamed. It was a powerfully hedonistic streak that the young girl had only been subconsciously aware of till now. And even as she began to massage more frenziedly the desire-swollen cock in her hand, squirming her softly rounded buttocks back eagerly against the young loins that pressed up to them, she knew that this certainly would be her downfall. And she did care. But she couldn't stop herself.
Jack's hands quickly and smoothly brought her t-shirt up over her bra and she heard Lyle's hoarse gasp of appreciation at the partial exposure of her brassiere-clad breasts, already swollen to the bursting point and heaving with her hastened breathing.
"No, Jack, please," Lisa protested without conviction as she felt the boy's hands begin to mash and caress the ripe fullness of the high-set widely parted mounds.
Then suddenly Bennett reached down to stop the motions of her hand on his cock. "I can't take anymore of that, baby, honest. I'm just about to shoot off right now."
Reluctantly Lisa drew her hand away and allowed Jack to slip off her t-shirt, as Bennett sat up on the bed and began to push her skirt down over her softly rounded hips until it fell away to the floor, leaving her clad only in her brassiere and the flimsy transparent panties that clung loosely on the softly rounded moons of her already sensuously quivering buttocks.
Lisa shivered helplessly, as much a victim of her own secret cravings as of the boys' unbridled lust. Jack unsnapped her brassiere and pushed the cups away to free her excitedly tingling, hard-ripened nipples, and Bennett began to fondle teasingly with the tight elastic legband of her panties.
"Oh God," Lisa moaned in a voice that hardly sounded her own. "What are you doing?"
Yet the question could have been asked as much of herself as of the three teenage boys surrounding her.
Her legs began to tremble weakly as Jack firmly cupped both her soft, ripe breasts and began to eagerly massage the vibrantly resilient flesh. At the same time, Bennett slipped his fingers into the narrow waistband of her bikini panties, working them slowly downward until his fingers brushed through the silken curled strands of her pubic hair to send further chills of desire racing through her body. The helpless young nurse sighed deeply, sucking in a hoarse breath of air in response to the keenly rising sensations of pleasure as Bennett worked the panties lower, almost completely exposing the sparse, golden hair of her pussy. Then her whole body jerked and a deeply felt wail burst from her throat at the sudden electrifying contact of his finger on the moistened, ripely swelling bud of her clitoris.
"Wow!" Lyle gasped. "She's going out of her mind."
It was an astutely accurate observation. She seemed possessed by demons, writhing wantonly as the two boys continued to tease her to a lust-maddened pitch of passion, Jack working feverishly over the smooth flesh of her hotly heaving breasts, as Bennett pulled the crotchband of the panties aside to allow himself greater access to the glistening hair-lined slit of her wetly pulsating cunt. Her hips twitched and jerked in wild abandon as he ran his hand up between her trembling thighs and flicked his finger teasingly along the tight moist line of her cuntal lips, again sending tingling electric shocks jumping through her body at the light brushing contact with the tiny pleasure bud of her clitoris. Then she shuddered as he plunged his middle fingers up between the tightly clasping lips of her moistened cuntal mouth.
Then slowly Bennett peeled the panties down off her ripely curved buttocks and they slithered lightly over her long naked thighs. She stepped out of them and felt Jack push himself back up against her from behind, his erect cock tenting his Levi's prodding threateningly against the sensitive softness of her quivering ass cheeks.
After that it all happened too fast. As she listened to their deeply heaved groans of lust and delight, she closed her eyes, her desire-racked body going almost limp as they urged her to take Bennett's place on the bed, their hands pawing eagerly over all the curves and undulations of her nakedly trembling flesh, their obscenely lewd remarks only heightening her anticipation of the wanton ravishment that she knew lay in store for her now.
"She's out of her mind!" said Lyle. "I never saw a chick so hot in all my life."
"Come on, man," jibed Jack. "We know you never made a woman hot before, let alone seen one naked and begging for cock however she can get it.
"Well, stop talking, get her on the bed, man," Bennett urged. "Shit! I've got to have it now!"
"Not yet," said Jack. "Not her cunt anyway. I'm gonna have this babe going out of her mind before anybody messes up that sweet little cunt."
"Come on, man. I'm the one that got her all primed up for this. You're not gonna edge me out of her cunt again. I should get first turn."
"Oh, fuck her in the mouth. Because I'm gonna eat her out good before anybody fucks her down there. Man, this ain't some ordinary chick you just stick it in and spurt. This is the hottest and most beautiful girl in the whole state. And we gotta satisfy her so she'll want us all again."
Lisa was almost oblivious to their words as her last inhibitions faded, and she yielded her naked body up completely to their wishes. Then Jack pushed her to a kneeling position on the bed to completely reveal the tightness of her glistening pink cuntal mouth from behind. Bennett stationed himself in front of her at the other end of the table, his blood-engorged cock thrusting up defiantly toward her helplessly unresisting mouth. A shudder wracked her nakedly trembling body as she felt Jack's hands seize her beautifully rounded, dimpled buttocks and spread them wide to expose to his view not only the inverted triangle of her blonde-haired pussy from the rear but also the tightly clenched hairless hole of her anus nestled secretly in the crack. She was kneeling on the bed, her milk-white rounded buttocks thrust high and inviting in the air, her face lying almost on the edge of the bed, exactly groin high to Bennett.
Lisa jumped from the sudden sensations that shot through her body as jack leaned forward and flicked his tongue out from between his lips, brushing it tantalizingly along the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh and up into the thin curls of blondish hair that already dripped moistly with the unleashed flow of her cuntal secretions. At the same time, Bennett took a step forward, the thick nub end of his cock prodding at her face and smearing several drops of his own lewd pre-cum across her cheek before she took it gingerly in her hand and bent it downward to point it at her willingly parted lips. Her tongue flicked out wetly and brushed in a light circle around the lust-swollen, purplish tip before she took it hungrily up into her mouth.
With a slow torturing outward movement of his thumbs, Jack pulled the swollen pink lips of her cunt apart to expose the thinly pulsating slit to the mercy of his gaze. He watched it greedily for a moment and then with an animal-like groan he plunged his head forward, burying the full length of his long slippery tongue snake-like up into the warmly throbbing walls of her pussy.
"Oh God! Oooooh, oooohhhhh!" Lisa whimpered before his luridly exciting attack. Her body jerked, a prisoner of its own passions, and a soul-searing moan escaped from deep in her chest. She ground her buttocks wildly back against the lewd invading tongue that plunged with abandon up into the yearning warmth and moisture of her cuntal depths.
As her lips parted to issue another delirious cry Bennett ground his pelvis forward even harder, ramming the thick pole of his flesh forward into the moist dark cavern of the young girl's mouth. She could feel the tiny slit in the tip of the huge bulbous head slide wetly up the full length of her tongue inside, the warm little droplets of masculine moisture seeping from it to fill the depths of her mouth with its fresh young taste.
Again and again her buttocks jerked backward involuntarily against Jack's searingly plunging tongue, as the brash young man's actions prompted little wisps of forbidden pleasure to ripple deep in her naked belly and loins. Her shamelessly aroused body jerked spasmodically and she intensified the sucking of Bennett's already wildly twitching cock in her mouth.
"Jeeeeesus!" she heard Lyle exclaim. "You guys hurry up. I'm going out of my mind watching this."
"Then let her jack you off," Bennett said. "She's still got two hands free."
Lisa heard the third young man step up to the bed, and felt a faintly tingling shock at the first hesitant touch on her nakedly writhing torso. Lyle grinned, watching her ravenous sucking of Bennett's cock and listening to the obscenely lurid slurping sounds of Jack tongue-fucking of her lust-incited cunt from behind. He ran his hands over the smooth warm flesh of her softly undulating hips, allowing them to rove beneath her to the full rounded breasts that trembled and swayed sensuously with the heated twisting of her naked figure. Then, he tweaked and teased the small rosy buds of her nipples to a more rigid hardness, and ran his hands lewdly back up the sides of her body and over the hourglass curves of her waist and hips. His fingers hungrily kneaded her softly palpitating flesh as he watched his friend's thick rod of male flesh sawing rhythmically up into the beautiful teenage girl's ovally stretched lips. And she was thoroughly enjoying the giant blood-engorged cock sawing in and out between her lips, her nakedly upturned ass cheeks twisting and jerking in wild abandon in response to the obscene licking and sucking of her cunt...
And Lyle was ready to get his share too. Anxiously, he unbuttoned his trousers and dropped them to the floor, exposing his erect young rod of a cock. Then he seized one of Lisa's hands drawing it greedily to his loins and placing it on the palpitating shaft. He heard the beautiful blonde girl moan deeply around the hard driving cock that thrust relentlessly in and out of her mouth as he placed her hand on his own lust-throbbing member. A sensuous shiver coursed through her nakedly perspiring body as she wrapped her fingers softly around it and began a gentle up and down motion on the blood-engorged shaft.
As Lyle moved up to make the trio a foursome, Bennett began to groan as if in torment, as the hot young cum began to well up in his balls. And Jack felt the last of the exquisite teenager's inhibitions and restraint give way. She began to rotate her buttocks around wildly in a pagan-like circular motion, shoving her seething loins back onto his face and almost smothering him. But this was the moment he'd been waiting for. She was ready to fuck-her first real fuck-and what a goddamned fuck it would be, giving her all the satisfaction her desire-tortured body demanded.
Lisa moaned wantonly as she felt Jack's lips leave the hotly pulsating, hair-lined slit of her cunt. A sharp stab of frustration shot through her whole body to find a vivid focus in the tingling bud of her pinkly swollen clitoris. For a moment she almost ceased the motion of her hand on Lyle's rock-hard cock and she slackened her determined sucking of Bennett's even larger mouth-stretching pole. Then a shiver passed over her naked flesh as she felt Jack getting up behind her on the bed. With a twinge of shame and excitement, she realized what he was going to do. He was going to fuck her from the rear while Bennett continued to fuck her in the mouth. It seemed almost too far out, something she had not even fantasized the many times she had finger-fucked herself to orgasm. But in her current lust-maddened state, the idea only increased her wanton masochistic excitement.
Jack poised himself on his knees behind Lisa's wildly undulating ass cheeks. God, she was hot, he thought, his penis throbbing in anticipation as he watched the squirming half-moons of her buttocks. He brushed his hand lightly across the moistened slit of her cunt, then with his other hand aimed his cock downward and leaned forward. A muffled moan escaped her as his cock made contact with the soft, sparse cuntal hair that lined the swollen folds of tender pink flesh enfolding her lust-crazed vagina. The young college boy gasped as he felt her other free hand move back under her body, her fingers gently enfolding his hotly throbbing prick. She moved it up and down for a moment in the softness of the silken blonde strands of her pubic hair, then guided him gently forward. Jack let his hips move with the slight tugging until he heard her sudden deeper groan as the warm moist pussy flesh slipped teasingly over the head of his pulsating cock like a tight fitting glove. Wow! he thought. She was easy for a virgin... must have busted her hymen with her own little fingers!
So, no longer worried that her first fuck might be a painful one, he shoved slowly forward as her body trembled sensuously before him, gradually working his aching cock up into the tight wet softness of her hot, virginally tight cuntal passage until he could feel the curly fringe of her pubic hair brush teasingly around the base of his blood-engorged shaft.
He could hold back no longer now. With animal urgency he drove his cock forward, flooding it up between the kneeling girl's hotly quivering thighs and plunging it throbbingly deeper and deeper until his loins smacked hard against the softness of her smoothly upturned ass cheeks.
Lisa moaned wildly around the cock that filled her mouth as she felt the entrance of a hard male cock into her moistly clasping, hot, wet cuntal walls for the first time in her life! God! It was wonderful to be so full of cock. Her firm, white breasts danced and shook beneath her lewdly crouching body, as though with a life of their own, and she began to lunge her body back and forth, crushing her hips down against Jack's wildly gyrating loins on the backstroke, to take the full hardness and length of his hotly plunging young cock up into the warm forbidden recesses of her cunt, then leaning forward to plunge the whole length of Bennett's twitching, throbbing shaft in the warm, wet moistness of her mouth until she could almost feel it touch the back of her throat. Her hand expertly, but almost unconsciously, kept Lyle at a fever-pitch of excitement, that sensation seeming distant and blurred compared to the streaks of brilliant and fiery desire which Jack's fucking from the rear engendered in her heated loins.
Then Bennett groaned and she felt his cock begin a sudden jerking motion in her mouth. She sucked even more passionately as she knew the sweet male sperm she so desperately craved was welling up in his lust-tightened young balls. Lisa issued a muffled whimper as he began an even more vicious lunging that sent his loins smacking mercilessly into her face, fucking his throbbingly rigid cock so deep into her throat she almost choked.
"Oh boy!" he cried, seizing her long golden curly hair to guide the motion of her mouth over his hard driving shaft. "I'm gonna shoot in her mouth. Goddamnit, I can't hold it any longer."
Lisa sucked with a purpose as she heard that, her head bobbing in rapid rhythm as she sensed the final hotly throbbing twitches, and her tongue swirled wantonly around the pulsating head as she felt the first fragrant tasting spurts of the lewd, hot cum squirting up into the ravenous warmth of her mouth, hot jets that shot almost straight back to her throat. Her cheeks swelled and hollowed obscenely as she swallowed the warm sticky essence of his manhood as it continued to squirt hotly up into her mouth. Then at last the spurting ceased and she sensed the weakening of his legs as his drained cock began to go limp in her mouth. Yet still she sucked, as if to extract every last drop of the fresh young cum. Then she began to lick him clean, gasping to catch her breath as her tongue flicked around the base of his still thick male shaft and the curls of his pubic hair tickled her flaring nostrils. Then she worked slowly up the length of it, twirling her tongue over the thin sticky streams that remained there mingled with her own wetly glistening saliva. As she finished, she already felt it begin to jerk to life again in response to her teasingly soft ministrations.
Then Lyle moaned and began to jerk his hips wildly in her hand. "I'm cumming too!" he cried, with a mingling of excitement and disappointment at having it happen so fast.
Lisa sobbed, gasping for breath as Jack continued to ram his own lust-hardened cock wildly up into the palpitating depths of her loins from behind. She turned her head, watching through lust-glazed eyes as the rigid cock in her hand throbbed purple, twitched, then began to wildly spurt the white streams of cum at random directions into the air.
"F-f-faster, Lisa!" Lyle moaned as he let go the full load of his own hot cum and she felt it land in large splattering drops on the smoothly sensitive flesh of her naked back. Then she forgot that completely as more shattering sensations deep in her own loins overcame her. It began as a low and distant flutter, then grew rapidly toward a crescendo, as great waves of thrilling sensitivity moved like a relentless tide through the flesh of her quivering thighs and hotly palpitating cunt, up to the tips of her heaving breasts, sweeping aside every other sensation or awareness in its path as it engulfed her completely and swept her out of herself into a dream world of ecstasy.
At the same time, Lisa could feel a gush of liquid warmth around the madly fucking cock buried deep inside her exploding pussy and her own moisture began to flow out even more wildly as the thickly embedded penis began to twitch and spurt its hot sticky cum up into the moist forbidden depths of her helplessly quivering loins.
Lisa groaned out her own release and continued her frantic pulling on Lyle's softly deflating member as Jack's hot cum spurted hose-like out the tip of his hard-driving cock and far up into the tightly clasping folds of her palpitating pussy. Jack ground his pelvis relentlessly upward, altering the angle to force his penis deeper and deeper up against the sensitive wet walls of her cunt without mercy. She whimpered as her orgasm neared its end and jerked forward to try to dislodge him from her almost satiated cunt, but he held her for a moment longer, continuing to ram forcefully into her until his cock began to go soft. Then he released her and she fell exhaustedly forward, whimpering and gasping for breath, little post-orgasmic spasms still dancing in her loins and through her body as she tried to catch her breath and slow the maddening beat of her heart.
"No I'm finally gonna fuck her," said Bennett. "I'm already hot again from watching the end of that!"
Lisa opened her eyes dazedly and stared at the glistening red penis that moments ago she'd sucked dry. Again, it was standing up fully erect, looming powerfully as Bennett came around the side of the bed. Her insane desire had been satiated for the moment, but now began to return as she felt the hot, pulsing nearness of the huge, lust-hardened cock, moving closer and closer to her once more heatedly writhing young pussy.
CHAPTER SIX
Rape! The word echoed through the headmistress' office, reverberating cruelly in the silence which followed Miss Janeway's pronouncement of Glen Carter's sexual relationship with young Lisa Scott. "And, of course, the young lady too will be expelled for her lewd behavior."
"Why you... you hypocrite!"-Glen stammered. The handsome English teacher was pained and furiously angry that the beautiful young teenager would be made to pay so severely for her sexual pleasure, with him when this jealous bitch of a headmistress filled her sexual appetites as she pleased... But what came next was quite unexpected.
Miss Janeway smiled at him. "How-ever," she said, "there is something you can do to extricate yourself from the situation."
"What do you mean?"
"Glen... " The sudden shift to the familiar made the handsome English teacher put his guard up. "We had such a good time together your first night at Beaverton... you're a very attractive man... and, of course, we've not seen much of each other since then due to your... uh... infatuation with that girl."
He looked at her, puzzled by her sudden shift in tone.
"Of course," she continued, "I'm sure you thought you were in love with the girl... but perhaps you would like to know a little more about her before you seriously commit yourself to her... "
"What are you talking about?" he asked hotly.
"It might interest you to know that that sweet-faced little child fucked three college boys at one time just the other day... Nothing stays secret in a place like this, Mr. Carter. Or very little at any rate. I am particularly successful at being discreet... but then, I have all the power."
She reached down and petted her German Shepherd Rex on the head. "Right boy?"
The dog looked up at her longingly, a shrill whine escaping his canine lips.
"You're jealous... just plain jealous... and you're trying to hurt me and Lisa."
"Am I? she asked, raising one eyebrow. And something in the confidence of her manner made Glen realize that she was telling the truth! He sank down depressed in his chair. It couldn't be true! It was too crazy! Yet he knew too well how uninhibitedly passionate the angel faced young girl was.
"I might also point out," she added, "that a case could be made for your having started the girl on the road to corruption... do I make myself clear?"
"You bitch!" he shouted at her in pain and anger, which gradually dissolved into defeat. "Do what you want to," he finally said, softly, resigned to the ruination of his career and the smashed reality of the girl he thought he loved.
So, Mr. Carter... back to the problem of statutory rape?" And as I said, in this part of the state, that sort of law can be enforced."
"To save the reputation of this school... "
"To get jealous revenge you mean-"
"Now, now. I'm not suggesting that you would actually go to prison. I'm sure a good lawyer could get you to plead that you were out of your mind at the time... of course, your career would be ruined."
Glen looked at the woman astonished at her desire for revenge. And the conclusions he reached were grim.
He'd heard some pretty wild tales about country juries and he had no doubt what the verdict for his trail would be... But what did she want from him? Why was she telling him all this now? It seemed that it was still a matter of conjecture, that he was waiting for some yet unforthcoming statement or deed on his part.
"I don't know what I can say, I mean... if you want to see my life ruined, well you certainly have it in your power to do it... As for what happened between Lisa and the young men," he paused for a moment, for it was painful for him to think of, "I can't feel responsible for that!"
"Well, Mr. Carter... Maybe there is something you. can do...?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Lisa is a very beautiful young girl... I can certainly understand the temptation. Of course, I can't say I wasn't hurt that you ignored me after that delicious night we spent... " she leaned across the desk toward him and whispered the next word passionately through her teeth... "fucking!"
Glen let out a shrill whistle of astonishment. He couldn't believe his ears. The horny bitch just wanted to get laid .
. and she'd threaten him with a rape charge to do it.
He folded his arms indignantly across his muscular chest. "So that is what you've been leading up to. Why you're... you're no better than I am, you little bitch. I've been sitting here listening to you bullshit about morality when all you're really thinking about is your cunt."
"You're so very right, Glen, darling." she said, stroking the Shepherd's head.
Damn, Glen thought. Edith Jane way is so luscious, so blatantly sexual when she lets that headmistress front down. Sure she had made him angry, manipulating him with that horrible threat of a rape prosecution, but now he felt his anger begin to mix with a burgeoning raw lust for her.
"So, you phony little moralizer," he said in a softer tone. "So you want me to fuck you, do you?"
"Yes... Now!" she said, "Lets get out of here... we can go to my place... "
Glen chuckled. He was disillusioned with the promiscuous young girl he thought he loved. Why not fuck Edith Janeway... She was a damned attractive woman.
"Come Rex," she said to the dog, clapping her hands, and the German Shepherd followed them out of the office building and across the campus to her charming little cottage.
Once inside, she wasted no time with formalities. She stripped her clothes from her voluptuously firm body quickly, revealing in the warm sunlight, the magnificence of her full ripe breasts and softly curvaceous hips. Then she lay herself down on the satin coverlet of her bed, her firm high breasts trembling softly, her eyes closed, as she waited for him. Her thighs were slightly parted and already her belly quivered and heaved in anticipation of his long thick cock sunk deep inside her belly. Rex hovered beside the bed, a canine voyeur.
Glen stripped quickly too, unbelievable excitement coursing through his blood, fully hard, jutting hotly from his muscular loins. He bent over her prostrate form, and fastened his teeth to the nipple of her heaving breast. She groaned with pleasure, her body writhing heatedly, and his hands, playing over the softness of her thighs and hips, held her tightly to him. His lips and tongue roamed wetly over the palpitating mounds, and tiny tendrils of sensation descended feather-like to her naked loins below. God! She wanted him insanely! He continued the slow tortuous licking of her flesh with his tongue, and a blissful little twitch made her buttocks begin a slow, hardly noticeable grinding down into the bed.
"Okay, I'm going to fuck you," Glen moaned as his lips caressed over the soft sensitive skin of her breasts, his eyes still hard and cruel with the greed of his desire.
"I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I want to see you twist and squirm when my big cock sinks into your hot little cunt. I want to hear you beg and scream for me."
The lewdness of his words excited Edith even more, and she wanted nothing but to submit passionately to him. Glen slipped down on the bed beside her and wrapped his arms around her naked body, pulling her tightly to him. They lay pressed together, his rigid cock insinuating all the n way through her soft inner thighs, trapped on the other side between her passion clenched buttocks, his lips clamped wetly over hers. He moved his loins hungrily against her hips, and then she felt his long, sensitive finger slowly smoothing down their naked bodies to teasingly find her throbbing tight vaginal mound. He dipped a little lower, down between the soft, hair-fringed pussy lips, spreading them open to tease her tiny clitoris. Edith couldn't hold back a soft mewling cry from the tingling sensation, and as she parted her lips, he thrust his tongue deep inside her saliva-moist mouth. She groaned abandonedly around his long wet tongue with uncontrollable passion.
Then, Glen rolled her over so she was lying on top of him. "I want you to ride me baby, ride up and down on my cock, he murmured huskily. "Kneel on either side of my hips and ride me like a stallion. Come on, do it!"
Edith Janeway complied without hesitation, levering up on her arms, her long dark hair falling loose from its pinning, flowing down over her head and sweeping the naked man's chest, her breasts swaying sensuously with their erect little nipples lightly touching against his skin. She kneeled straddling him with her smooth thighs touching against his skin, splayed widely on either side of his hips. She could sense his hardened penis pointing directly upward at the finger-moistened slit of her pussy.
Relishing the thought of what was to follow, she tossed, her head wildly from side to side. She could see him holding the length of his cock in his hand and teasing it up against the spread pink flesh of her cunt with its hardened blunted head. The immediate contact of its satiny warmness against the tingling skin of her vaginal opening instigated unwanted little carnal sensations which instantly spiraled upward through her naked loins.
"Ooooohhh," she breathed as she felt the first hot pressure against the tight elastic opening of her widespread cunt lips. "Ooooohhhh, Glen, lover, you're so big... so wonderfully big!"
Her hips were writhing wildly and he wrapped his hand tightly around her twisting waist to hold her securely atop his cock. Then he pushed upwards again, harder between her cuntal lips.
"Ohhhhhh, Darling, Aaaaaahhhh!" she cried out as the tip of his penis slipped through, and she could feel the hotly pulsating penetration of her lust-trembling loins. And Rex stood by the bed, his tongue hanging from his mouth, panting hotly.
Suddenly, Glen could stand it no more. He had to fuck her now! Fiercely, he thrust his hips up off the bed, and at the same time, with his tightly cupped hands pulled her smooth curvaceous buttocks down over his long thick cock.
"Aaaaahhhhhh!" she screamed as she felt his raging fleshy hardness deep up inside her hotly writhing cunt. There was no stopping them, his throbbing hardness pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in lewdly rolling waves before it.
"Oh God! Fill my cunt, lover... Fuck meeeeee!"
She had never felt so filled in her life, and there wasn't one tiny ridge on his wonderfully hard cock that she could not feel as it sunk tightly into the soft flesh of her belly.
Glen lay still for a moment, his face directly below hers. God, she was hot and wet and tight. Neither made a sound for a long moment, and then suddenly she felt a deep throb up inside her hot pussy, the thickness of Glen's cock jerking up another half inch as he flexed inside her vagina.
"Ohhhh, I love it, I love it," she cried... "I love your big cock so deep inside me."
Her words thrilled Glen to his very core, and slowly he began a rocking motion up between her soft shapely thighs. He felt her hot, moist cunt begin to screw wildly down over his lust-hardened cock, flames of wild desire coursing through her blood, racing through her with every upward lunge he made. God! She was delirious with joy and her whole body began to twitch and writhe above him, as she moaned uncontrollably, lowering her head and shoving her tongue with complete abandon into the moistness of his mouth. Low hums of pure pleasure came in torrents from deep in her chest, her face contorting with total passion, a light sweat breaking out on her forehead under the flowing strands of her straight black hair. She could feel the throbbing wet hole of her pussy flowering open to receive his cock. Her eyes were closed and her tongue worked and slaved down into his mouth as small mewling sounds of velvety pleasure rumbled from her throat. Nothing existed for her but the delicious sensation of kneeling above this man who was fucking her and giving back to him what he was giving her.
Glen could hardly believe what was happening. Less than an hour ago, they had been bitter enemies, but now they were pleasure giving lovers! The icy head-mistress was offering herself to him... all of herself, body and soul.
He trailed his hands over the soft curves of her naked body, and felt the long smooth muscles beneath her tanned silken skin ripple lightly from his hungry touch. He felt the warm moist walls of her vagina gripping at his buried hardness deep inside her belly, and his brain spun wildly from his heady, erotic victory over her nakedly splayed body. Christ! It was a hell of a wonderful fuck!
Edith flattened her knees out so that they pressed against Glen's muscular sides. She slid lower and lower on his long, thick penis, moaning with rapture all the way down until she could feel his sperm-bloated balls pressed tight up into the open crevice between her ass cheeks. Then she lifted herself up on her knees so that his lust-engorged cock, gleaming moistly from her secretions, came slipping into view as Rex watched from beside the bed. With a softly dreamy sigh, she drove her thighs back down again, ramming the whole of his wet, fleshy hardness deep up inside her until its head battered against her cervix. The now deliriously excited woman abandoned herself to all the searing sensations that thrilled her at the moment, sliding rhythmically up and down over her lover's penis until she felt as though she could almost cum just by her own gyrations.
"Harder, Glen, fuck me harder lover dear... " she chanted in rhythm to his long hard strokes. Great huge waves of delightful sensation swirled through her. Her entire kneeling body was growing, growing ready to explode, burst into a thousand colored fragments around the gorgeous cock that was fucking her, and she thrust her loins down, screwing herself on the thick pistoning cock splitting up into the walls of her vagina from below. Yes... Oh God, yes... ! This was heaven! If only it could never end! If only there was more! And suddenly she had a wild flash, the chance to enact a fantasy she had had for so long.
"Rex! Here, boy! Come here, Rex and hump me in the ass!" And she cried out wildly with rising excitement, as she heard the German Shepherd leap on to the bed from where he'd been watching.
"You're really a bitch," Glen chuck-led with salacious delight. "A bitch in heat!"
Then the giant German Shepherd lowered his head to the abandoned woman's smoothly upturned buttocks and sniffed them appreciatively. His tail wagged and trembled as though he had truly waited a long time for this moment. Edith moaned in heated expectation as his nose suddenly made contact with her tiny, puckered anus. She began to slowly undulate her buttocks as his tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down, the tip curling and licking around the hair-fringed softness where Glen's penis was inserted, and then moving wetly up to burrow in her fleshy anal ring, while Glen's hands grasped her tightly around the waist, impaling her strongly upon his rigidly thrusting cock.
"That's it, Rex," she urged excitedly.
The dog began to greedily lap his narrow pink tongue between her thighs. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tight-filled pink edges of her cunt up to the tiny sensitive little circle of her tightly puckered anus. His great tongue spread through the soft hair-covered valley like a knife through soft butter, curling and licking relentlessly between Edith's wide-spread buttocks. She jerked spasmodically as she squirmed under the Shepherd's lapping and sniffing of her loins, shuddering and chilling from the lewdly wicked stimulation she was thoroughly enjoying. He worked like the savage beast he was, and his rutting lust was slowly driving her mad.
Under the vigorous lapping of her sensitively responding genitals, Edith's body became lost in the fire of the moment. Every muscle in her body was tensed as she strained her hips back against that maddening probe between her buttocks. Oh God! The dog's tongue felt good back between her legs! She had never dreamed anything could be like this, that an animal could bring such feeling from her body. Her updrawn thighs opened and closed around the driving cock that was still fucking gluttonously up into her flame-seared vaginal hole.
Aaaaaaaaagghhhhhh! Oooooohhhh!" she moaned, splaying her legs wider and higher to give the magnificent dog greater access. "Mmmmmmmmm!"
"Fuck me Rex, fuck me!" she cried still louder.
The huge German Shepherd leaped to obey. He mounted the spread mounds of Edith's buttocks, paws on her back. His glistening scarlet penis slipped wetly from its furry sheath, its tapered point sliding and dancing in her hot wet anal crevice as the animal trembled and jerked over her naked body. The narrowly expanded crevice was visibly throbbing in lurid invitation; the wet moist furrow held wide apart by the pressure of her thighs pressed tightly down on Glen's hips. Edith could feel the hugeness of the dog's fleshy hardness jerking between her wide-spread ass cheeks, insinuating itself up and down, up and down, in maddening search for the hungry hole in which to thrust the heavily throbbing point of his animal cock.
"Ooooooohhhh. Put it in my ass hole, Rex... my ass hole!"
And at the sound of her own words, her body broke forth into a tingle of excitement. She suddenly had to have it in her. Her belly was screaming for it!
She took her hand and reached down underneath the grinding flesh of their bodies to grasp the full length of the dog's heavily pulsating cock. Her tightly closed fist stroked it softly in reverence. She could feel the spasmodic throbbing against her palm and the moistly seeping liquid of excitement trickled from the blood-inflated tip. She guided it up the valley of her buttocks, not letting it lose contact with her flesh until it was poised at the pinkish round hole of her puckered little anus. She held it there with her one hand drawing with all her strength to pull it into her rectum. God yes! She wanted the dog to fuck her in the ass!
"Yes, Rex, fuck me there," she cried out as the beast thrust his giant penis in an urgent probe against her for several seconds, trying to lodge itself into the tight, straining anal hole.
And then Rex did it!
With a groan of bestial delight, he jerked forward and she felt a slight pop at her anus, and she twisted and groaned, trying with all her strength to help him lodge it deeper. She no longer was in possession of her mind as the huge dog cock slithered far up into her rectum, pushing against the bottom of her belly inside. She jerked up against him, and as she did, the dog rammed down and imbedded his thick, rock-hard penis all the way to the hilt in the smooth, tight tunnel of her anus.
"Ohhhhhh, gooooooooooood!" she grunted. "My Godddd!"
* * *
Lisa Scott was sitting on the bed in her room, her head in her hands, her mind without thoughts, a black abyss of fear and horror. She had been expelled! Expelled from school by Miss Janeway because word had gotten around that she had let herself be gang-fucked by three college boys. And now her father would find out!
And God! What would he do to her! She almost wished she could die, so awful did her predicament seem to her. She had to do something!
There was only one chance. She had to talk to Miss Janeway and convince her to change her mind, or at least promise not to tell her father the truth. God! It would kill him and she loved him so. She hated the idea of facing the headmistress and discussing the whole thing still another time, and she knew her chances were of succeeding were slim, but what else could she do?
Slowly, the weight of the world on her shoulders, she stood up and walked out her room. On campus, the sun was shining brightly, but it was more depressing to her than the most overcast day would have been. She walked past a group of girls who had been her friends, and heard their quiet, malicious giggling and laughter. It was like a nightmare, the normal atmosphere of the campus now like a stage set for a macabre tragedy. By the time she reached the administration building, she had tears in her eyes and a great constricting lump in her throat.
Ever girl in the whole school knew about what had happened. Knew that three college boys had used her body to the fulfillment of their wildest and most lurid fantasies and the satiation of their ravenous desires.
The hell with them... the hell with them all. There's not one of them who wouldn't give anything to find out what it was like, to find out what fucking was like. And God! It was wonderful... it had been the most incredible thing she had ever experienced... !
Especially with Mr. Carter. God! He was so sweet, and so loving to her. She wondered what he thought of her now. Oh, how he must hate her, just like everyone else on campus. And that priggish head-mistress. All she needed was a good fuck... that would straighten her out and make her less of a bitch.
She opened the white wooden door to the administration building, and walked up to Miss Partridge's desk. The withered old maid looked at her as if she was a piece of dust that had settled on her sleeve.
"What do you want?" she asked, looking down her long pointed nose at the beautiful young girl.
"I... I want to see Miss... Miss Janeway."
"Well, she's not in."
"Where is she.?"
The secretary looked at Lisa as if to say, "Who are you to ask?"
But then, grudgingly, she gave her the information. "Miss Janeway is at home for lunch."
"Thank you," Lisa said, and ran from the building. That would make it easier, she thought. I'll go talk to her at her home... it'll be less formal. Maybe, she'll soften up a little towards me. And the young girl headed toward the head mistress's cottage.
When she arrived, she knocked at the door but there was no answer. Without thinking, she turned the knob and walked in. Strange animal sounds and moans were coming from the bedroom. Slowly, the young girl walked on tiptoe to see what was happening. The bedroom door was open and Lisa Scott froze as she moved cautiously into the room, stunned by what she saw.
There, before her very eyes, was the headmistress, Miss Janeway, sandwiched between Mr. Carter and... Oh my God!... and a huge German Shepherd dog. Never in her young life had she even dreamed that such a sight was possible!
"Aaaaarrrrggghhh!" the headmistress grunted as the dog began fucking into her in a frantic humping rhythm. His giant animal cock seemed to expand with each thrust down into her tightly gripping rectum. Edith could feel the huge animal cock racing into her hotly writhing asshole, firebrands of pleasure racing through her body from her totally filled anus and cunt.
The German Shepherd fucked in-humanly into her hopelessly impaled rectum, giving her no respite from the growing pleasure building-building-deep in her belly.
It was alive in her! The hard rubbery tip pressing up against her the lining between its length and that of Glen's cunt-imbedded cock, the tickling hairs of the dog's testicles brushing in the crevice of her buttocks... they were all part of her! She was one with them... They both seemed to roll together into one great fiery ball of aching hunger for more. Her cunt contracted around the man's driving penis as the lascivious sensations raced through her flesh.
And Lisa watched wide-eyed, too excited and aroused at seeing such a strange sexual event taking place. The headmistress's loins seemed to be impossibly stretched and filled by the two giant cocks, yet the elastic-like flesh seemed to open willingly, almost pleadingly, to the twin fucking from animal and man.
The beautiful blonde girl moved around the bed so that she could clearly see Miss Janeway's face. The contorted expression she saw as almost unreal; her eyes were open and there was no doubting the glaze of ecstasy in them, as her pink moist tongue circled hungrily around parted lips. The teacher was completely transformed... no longer, the severe woman Lisa had known, and the young girl longed to share in the perverted joy.
Edith's body could feel a maddening electric fire that burned uncontrollable deep within her backsides. It seared relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of her flesh, licking through her cunt and anus and dancing across the milky white flesh of her widely splayed buttocks, spreading up through her greedily contracting belly and out to the tips of her pink palpitating nipples, which peaked into tiny buds. Thin rivulets of sweat rolled down the sides of her full pulsating breasts, which were sensitive to even the brushes across Glen Carter's heaving chest.
She rotated her thighs from side to side around the two fleshy impaling cocks, her vagina and anus dilating in time to their harshly pumping thrust. They felt as if they were fusing deep inside her bowels, becoming one with all her being. The had become part of her! And she was one with them! She and Glen and Rex-they were all one fleshy mass of erotic sensation, merging magically together by their nakedly locked genitals!
"Fuck me!" Lisa heard the head-mistress hiss. "Oh God, both of you. Fuck me harder!"
And Lisa, watching felt the fire licking through her own body as she watched the incredible scene.
Sweat was pouring from Edith's writhing naked body as she strove wildly for her end, almost ready to cum, unable to stop.
"Hot bitch, hot bitch," Glen Carter beneath her mumbled over and over as he ceaselessly rammed his blood-filled cock deep up into her hot, wet cunt. He could feel the white hot cum building up inside his bloated testicles as they beat hard against his own upturned buttocks. He was ready to explode.
Then, out of the comer of her eyes, Edith caught sight of Lisa standing there...
She reached out toward her. "Lisa, darling... come here. Come quick." It was all the encouragement the young teenager needed, and she was up on the bed, pulling up her skirt and shedding her panties, spreading her legs out wide, her burning cunt close to the headmistress's full sensual lips. Edith was like a wild animal, anxious to lap up the sexual juices that flowed hotly from the young girl's freshly flowering cunt, and her tongue snaked out into the thin, blonde-fringed vaginal slit like a hot electric probe, sliding smoothly up and down the quivering valley until it found the clasping opening of her burning vagina. Quickly then, licking around the tight, little hole, she drew all the excitedly seeping pussy fluids hungrily into her mouth. Then, groaning and stretching her tongue out its full length, she thrust it deep into the smooth steaming pussy flesh between the young student's widespread legs.
"Oooooohhhh, yessss... suck me like that, Miss Janeway. Suck me!"
It was all there and Edith couldn't think of anything more wonderful. She was lost in a swirl of sexual happiness.
Suddenly Glen, driven over the edge by the sight of Edith's slavering mouth on the young girl's hotly moist cunt, began to groan wildly, and Edith could feel the head of his deep-sunk penis suddenly flare into a hugeness that threatened to split her in half. It began to spurt, and she could feel his delicious hot white liquid shooting into her like streams of hot molten lava into the cavern of her pink quivering passage. The hot walls of her pussy milked spasmodically as the manly teacher continued to spew out his completion, filling her womb and foaming out of the contracting fleshy lips around the base of his cock.
It was too wonderful to believe!
She couldn't let it stop!
Then she heard Lisa moan too, and suddenly her mouth was busy sucking in the climactic juices she so hungrily wanted. The young girl hissed and groaned and rolled her head around and around, and her clitoris jerked and strained as Edith tickled the bud. The head-mistresses mouth was a seething, hot oven of lust, invading the vaginal orifice and lashing the erect clitoris and licking the whole wet furrow with an eel-like tongue which was slippery with flowing cuntal juices.
Lisa mewled with uncontrollable, unsatiated passion. Her belly rippled and she rubbed her hands against her thighs and curled her fingers in Edith's strewing hair, forcing the woman's face deeper into her burning cunt.
"Oh... oh... ohhhh, I can't stand it!" Lisa screamed. "It's too much... too much!"
She twisted and writhed in sweet torture, as the tongue continued to stroke her clitoris sending lightning-like stabs through her marrow. She gasped and groaned... and then she came in a wild torrent of thunderous release.
Now Edith screwed her buttocks insanely back against the dog so that his penis bored far up into the expanded rubbery recesses of her rectum. Her breast heaved and quivered down against the skin of Glen's sweat-gleaming chest, the tiny, hardened nipples brushing across his skin like little diamond chips. The huge animal's tongue hung from his mouth as he pantingly fucked into the waving buttocks from behind, saliva dripping from his jowls onto the gleaming sweat of her naked back. She screamed again and rammed harder against the dog just as he jerked forward and his cock began spitting its burning animal semen in hard thick spurts deep in her greedily clasping anus.
With a deep-throated groan, Edith began to vibrate uncontrollably as she could feel Rex's dog sperm shoot deep up into her gratefully welcoming belly. Her head whirled in depraved sensuality as the thin, powerful squirts surged wildly up into her open bowels, her smoothly rounded buttocks contracting spasmodically as the hot wet passage of her rectum squeezed desperately at the jerking cock. Thick white fluid oozed from her tightly clenched anal muscle, and small trails of his warm, wet animal cum trickled slowly down between her thighs to mingle with Glen's cum and her own orgasmic secretions. Her backside glistened, displaying soaked pubic hair and pink flesh, as, nearly unconscious, Edith slowly rolled off the two now limp penises which had so completely filled her every orifice. She lay half comatose, her body still on top of Glen Carter, her legs falling open loosely from the warm sense of total satisfaction which flowed through her lifeless flesh. Lisa was sprawled out near her head.
The German Shepherd stood above her wagging his tail in obvious satisfaction. In a last act of obscene depravity, he dropped his head to the wide-spread split of her loins and licked at the white sticky liquids flowing from her still quivering cunt and anus. He gulped at it hungrily until at last there was no more. And Edith was entirely clean along the crevice of her buttocks. Then he lay down contentedly between her open legs, his giant head gently nuzzling into the soft, blonde-curled slit of her dually ravished pubic mound.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Miss Edith Janeway, headmistress of Beaverton School for Young Ladies, lay sleeping peacefully, Glen Carter in between her and Lisa Scott, and Rex between her legs, awake and watching over the figures on the bed.
No one heard the knock on the door. No one but Rex who started barking loudly to wake them all up. But the dog's warning did not come quickly enough, and into the bedroom, heavy with the lusty scent of satiated naked bodies walked Miss Partridge!
Her mouth fell open in astonishment and stayed that way for several long seconds, her pale eyes bulging from behind her rimless glasses.
The sight was so ludicrous that Edith, waking out of her sleep began to laugh... and the laugh was infectious. Lisa started giggling uncontrollably, and then Glen, while Rex yelped happily in the background.
And Miss Partridge was too stunned to move! Never in her life had she seen naked bodies, much less anything like the three figures sprawled out laughing on the bed, a dog in their midst. Suddenly she bolted from the room like a madwoman, and Edith knew she was headed straight for the telephone to call the board of trustees. And how the prudish woman would find the words to describe what she saw, Edith couldn't imagine.
But she knew her career was finished. And she didn't care. Not a bit. Never in her life had she found such exquisite and total happiness.
And Glen too, was beyond caring, for the bliss he had discovered was worth whatever price would have to be paid.
But Lisa was worried. She was a minor and could get them all in a hell of a lot of trouble. Then suddenly she remembered... She was almost eighteen. By the time the whole thing got through the red tape and papers, she would no longer be a minor-and no one could do anything about it.
"I have an idea," Edith said, when they had dressed, and were driving into town to Charley's steak house for a hearty steak dinner and some fine bones for Rex.
"What is it darling?" Glen asked, truly curious.
"We're going to found another school... the most amazing school anyone has ever seen. We can go out west, where it's freer, up in the mountains or down to Big Sur. The School of Sexual Freedom. We can teach people how to find pleasure... how to be happy... "
"And I know three guys who'd love to enroll," Lisa added laughingly. "Three guys who would truly understand the spirit of the thing.
"Wait a minute... I don't know if I want to share you beautiful ladies with anyone."
Edith and Lisa looked indignantly at one another.
"What a square!" said the ex-headmistress.
"What a prude," chimed in Lisa.
And they all began to laugh, Rex yelping in the back seat, as they pulled into the parking lot for dinner, freer and happier than any of them had ever been in their lives.
