Private institutions of learning, specifically at the high school level, have traditionally provided a bone of contention in the academic community, as well as among ordinary citizens interested in the quality of their children's education. The question most frequently asked in discussions is: "What can a private school offer that cannot be found in a public school?" Authoress Elizabeth Watson answers this question for our readers in blunt and often shocking terms in our newest publication "Teacher's Reward."
Individual attention is the special service that differentiates Hilltop Academy for Boys, the setting of our novel, from most public schools. But, even more interesting to our readers, this special attention is provided by Laura Wendell, the beautiful and voluptuous wife of the school's headmaster. Contained in this story is the long-awaited truth about "permissive" education-its pitfalls and its victories-and we, the Publishers, heartily recommend this book as an educational, yet fascinating, must for all parents of teenaged boys. We feel that Teachers Reward is a classic in its field, deserving to be placed in college libraries with the most revered words of educational theory.
Authoress Watson is not the first to use the isolated private school as the setting for a novel, but the gradual changeover of a military academy to a "progressive" incentive-based program of learning is a new and daring subject-especially when the "incentive" given the youths to attain higher grades is the lovely Mrs. Wendell. The character of the headmaster's wife has been clearly painted for the reader's eyes and it is a character that is coming more and more to light in literature today ... the sexually aware woman. Caught in the dilemma of a physically unfulfilling marriage and surrounded by young eager males, Laura allows herself one indulgence, then finds herself paying for it when she is found out by the opportunistic campus intellectual, Dave Shelby. Determined to prove his theories of education, despite the headmaster's objections, Shelby callously blackmails Laura into becoming his pawn in a game of power at Hilltop Academy for Boys.
We are grateful to Elizabeth Watson for this courageous and informative novel, for, in the amazing ending, we believe she confirms the necessity for a basic trust in human nature. Hilltop Academy enters this novel as perhaps the most boringly typical of schools and leaves these pages as a monument to man's potential to be a truly human being.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER 1
In the long, grassy field beside the huge, Victorian-style house, nearly a dozen adolescent boys played energetically in the baseball diamond that had been casually mapped out by four piles of school books. To Laura Wendell, who watched from the parlor of the large old house, it seemed as though the youths had super-human energy, certainly much more lusty vigor than she had ever possessed in her own teenaged years. She squinted her big, dark eyes against the brightness of the September sun filtering through the beveled glass of the window into the dark-paneled room and tried to imagine herself a young girl again, running and leaping after the baseball as she had often done in her childhood.
It was no use. Compared to those coltishly frisky youths, she felt heavy and old, almost dowdy. At the age of twenty-five her teenaged years were barely behind her and yet she couldn't help but feel like a middle-aged woman. God knows she didn't enjoy it, she thought ruefully, but the fates somehow seemed to be conspiring to make her feel old, long before her time.
Abruptly impatient with the uncharacteristic cloud of self-pity she had allowed to overtake her usually-cheerful mind, the tall, dark-haired woman turned away from the window and the sight that had prompted her feeling of dissatisfaction. Half-blinded by the brilliance of the sunlight outside, she gasped in surprise as she barely made out the outline of someone standing beside her in the dim room. But, then, as her eyes slowly became accustomed to the softer light inside the house, she laughed at her own momentary fright. She had merely caught sight of her own reflection in one of the many mirrors that adorned the walls of Hilltop House, the old home she and her husband had moved into only two weeks ago when Alex Wendell had taken over the position of headmaster here at the Hilltop Academy for Boys.
She paused for a moment, her interest caught by the sight of herself in the long, antique mirror. After her recent gloomy thoughts of impending old age, it seemed almost absurd to see such a beautiful, youthful-looking woman gazing back at her from the looking glass. She had to admit that, no matter how ancient she might feel, she certainly didn't look a day over her twenty-five years. Not a line or wrinkle marked the smooth ivory sheen of her complexion and the features of her beautiful face were regally sculpted, almost too perfect to be real. Yet, her face was made human and sweetly appealing by the golden warmth that radiated from her thickly-lashed chocolate brown eyes. And her hair, too, a tousled tangle of gleaming, short, sable curls belied the first impression given by her stunning beauty, that she was not real but a breathtaking statue carved of the palest marble.
No, she thought unhappily as she allowed her gaze to travel over the rest of her reflection in the full-length mirror, she definitely was a flesh-and-blood woman, though at times she couldn't help but wish she was made of stone. For a moment, she dispassionately studied the image of her own body in the looking glass. With the clothes she had chosen to wear on this hot, Indian summer day, it was well-exposed so she did not have to rely on memory for many of the details. The light, yellow halter she wore barely hid her high-set generously-rounded breasts and, under the clinging knit fabric, she could almost make out the delineation of the pink tips of her large rosy beige nipples. The skimpy garment stopped short below the firm twin globes and the taut gleaming skin of her mid-section was exposed, tapering downward to a slender girlish waist and flat, smooth stomach. The tight, faded cut-off jeans she wore clung lovingly to her smooth sloping hips, pulling taut against the gracefully jutting curves of her buttocks. Below the fringe of the faded shorts, her legs were long columns of breathtakingly curved satiny flesh ending in thin well formed ankles.
She stared down at the tennis shoes she wore as she remembered that her legs had been what first caught the eye of Alex, her husband of four years. She could still remember that summer day when she had been pruning the rose bushes outside her parents' home in the officers' compound in one of the many Army posts she had called home throughout her life. She had been wrestling with the pruning shears on a particularly tough branch when a voice came from behind her: "Don't you think you should cut them a little shorter?"
Irritated by the unwanted advice, she had turned to reply and discovered that the ranking officer on the base, Colonel Alex Wendell, was standing behind her, his eyes focused, not on the now-naked rose bush, but disapprovingly on her barely-clad legs and buttocks.
Laura grinned to herself as she recalled that she had been wearing exactly the same cut-off jeans as she was wearing today, but then they were much newer. In fact, she had cut the legs off the pants that very day before coming out to work on the garden in the front of the house. Innocent and naive for her age because of her father's insistence that she have no dealings with the enlisted men that had always surrounded them, she had not known what to say to the older man and had gazed back at him with such doleful confusion in her eyes that he had finally burst out in laughter.
"I-I thought it would be cooler...." she had sputtered helplessly.
"Everyone around here would be a lot cooler, if you would go in and get properly dressed," the colonel had finally reprimanded her when his chuckles had subsided.
Despite the fact that what he had said didn't make sense to her, growing up on Army bases had taught Laura that you didn't argue with the base commander and she quickly dropped the shears and leapt to her feet. With a hurried "yes, sir," she ran into the house to do his bidding.
Though she hadn't realized it at their brief first meeting, the middle-aged, yet still-handsome officer had been impressed by her unthinking obedience. It wasn't until after several invitations to dinner had been exchanged between her parents and the widowed commander that she realized that the trim, grey-haired colonel held any more than a passing interest in her, a budding woman almost thirty years his junior.
Now, looking back, the lovely, dark-haired woman realized that she probably had accepted his proposal of marriage more because of her parents' obvious delight and enthusiasm than because of any real love on her part for the older man. Of course, there was also the fact that there were no girls her own age, or young men other than the enlisted men either, on the base with whom she could have talked and perhaps better realized what she was getting into. No, with a scant twenty-one years behind her, she had had little more idea of what made a marriage than what she had gathered out of women's magazines and romantic novels. And to be truthful, she had been a little flattered at all the attention from the most powerful man in the closed little world in which she lived.
Three months after legally coming of age, she had been wed to the much older man, an innocent immature girl pledging her life to a man she barely knew and probably had even less feelings for.
Now, a little less than four years later, Laura almost wished she were still as naive and uncomplicated as she had been, but still she felt she had no real reason to complain. Alex had proven to be a wonderful husband, considerate, understanding, gentle right from the beginning when it came to teaching his beautiful young wife about the fleshly pleasures of married life. In fact, maybe a little too gentle, Laura thought mournfully as she gazed again at her ripe womanly body and thought of her aging husband.
It struck her as ironic that Alex, renowned throughout the military for his stem stance on discipline, should be so lackadaisical, almost sluggish, as a lover. She had not thought anything like that when they had first been married. In fact, she had been grateful for his slow, methodical manner of lovemaking. But, as she had become more and more aware of the rising demands of her maturing female body, she had found her husband to be less and less satisfying in bed. Even her enthusiasm in their infrequent sexual encounters had seemed to irritate him, as though it were selfish of her to demand more than he had given.
About a year ago, she had become distraught about the situation and had finally confided in a doctor she had visited in a town nearby the base. When the answer came, it was so simple, yet so discouraging, that she was angry she had ever bothered to wonder. The doctor's words still rang in her mind, signaling up her anger at the unfairness of life. By now, she truly loved her husband. Their marriage lacked almost nothing but her own sexual satisfaction. Yet the doctor's words had been a death knell for her hopes of finding some cure for the situation. "There is a basic fact of human physiology which you have not taken into account, Mrs. Wendell," the doctor had said. "You are a young healthy woman, barely approaching the years of your sexual peak. Your husband no matter how healthy he may be, just does not have the drive any longer that he had thirty years ago. Chances are he still has many years of healthy activity ahead of him, but you cannot expect a man of over fifty...."
She hadn't waited to hear any more, but had hurried home to several hours of hard thinking before Alex came home from headquarters. After that, she had bought books and read feverishly in an attempt to understand better her own discontent and Alex's inability to truly satisfy her. Above all, she had not wanted to hurt him and, at last, had come to what seemed like the only recourse.
Laura sighed deeply, the full mounds of her breasts straining out against the material of her halter, as she turned to walk toward the long velvet-covered couch that faced another window that also displayed a view of the boys playing ball in the early autumn afternoon. She knew what she was about to do and, though she still had not gotten used to the idea of it, she had to admit that this "unnatural" practice had saved her from becoming grouchy and irritable like many other wives who were, for one reason or another, not sexually content with the husbands they had pledged their lives to. In the time she had spent growing up in military bases around the world, Laura had seen many marriages fall apart because husbands were away or too busy or too tired to give their wives enough affection and, as soon as she had been old enough to understand a little of what went on in a marriage, she vowed that she would stick with the man she had chosen, finding strength in herself to make up for the weaknesses in the relationship.
Now was one of the times when she had no one but herself to turn to for sexual fulfillment. As she walked, she began to slowly run her hands over the exciting contours of her full-rounded body, making her skin feel warm and tingly with the touch of her own fingertips. She allowed her hands to pause for a moment at the outermost tips of her thrusting breasts, tweaking gently through the thin material of her halter at the hardening nipples beneath, then dropped one hand to the crotch of her blue jeans to rub sensuously at the slight rise of her pubic mound. Well-attuned to the touch of her own hands, Laura's body quickly responded to her knowing movements and, by the time she arrived at the couch, she could feel tiny electric tremors of sensation between her legs as she rubbed the rough fabric of her pants against the sensitive flesh of her vaginal lips.
The handsome dark-haired woman lowered herself onto the soft cushions of the sofa and realized with surprise that she was already terribly excited, more aroused than she had ever become from her own manipulations of her body. As she slipped her fingers under her halter and bra to knead the soft, warm flesh of her breasts, pinching the pliant nipples to rubbery tightness, she closed her eyes and tried to remember the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her. She recalled one night, almost two years before, when Alex had shown more vitality than usual, almost driving her crazy with desire until he had finally brought her to the very heights of passion. Oh, if only he were here now, she thought as the slight guilt she had felt a moment ago began to fade in the light of her now-overpowering sexual arousal.
Laura's long shapely legs scissored open and closed as she hurriedly unfastened her cut-off jeans and slid them down over her hips and thighs to the floor. Her thin nylon panties soon joined the other garment at her feet as complete surrender to the need building within her began to show on her passion-flushed face. Reaching down the full length of her reclining body, she teased herself with a rhythmic pinching of her clitoris, working herself into a burning passion. Her smooth rounded buttocks quivered tensely into the velvet cushions until she could feel the satin corded edges of the upholstery brush thrillingly against the tender swelling vaginal lips. At the almost electrical contact, her breath quickened to a soft panting and the fiery passionate yearning grew in her loins.
The mere thought of Alex touching her breasts and vagina and thrusting his stiff penis deep into her needing cuntal passage had rapidly heightened her arousal, but now the lovely brunette realized that her mind was suddenly searching for a new idea, something even more erotic to linger on while she fingered her throbbing pussy. This had never happened before and, with a slight twinge of shame, she slowly opened her big dark eyes to stare out of the window in front of the couch to the grassy field were the students were still playing baseball. Her gaze lingered hungrily on their lithe adolescent bodies and the remembrance of her aging husband's lovemaking faded from her mind. Almost without realizing what she was thinking, she began to wonder how many of the boys had ever been to bed with a woman and if ... if they would know what to do if she ever decided to try and seduce one of them. She imagined teaching a young man, step by step, all the things Alex had taught her ... all the places a woman likes to be touched, all the ways to make the soft flesh of a man's penis become rock-hard and gleaming taut....
The boldness of her thoughts shocked Laura and yet, the very outrageousness of her ideas stimulated her even more. Her soft, pink-rimmed mouth opened in sensual rapture as both her hands scurried madly over her body as though she no longer controlled them. Her long fingers floated down over the creamy soft flesh of her belly, coming to rest on the dark silky vee at the entranceway to her burning genitals and, as she groaned at the sudden maddening contact with her hard, sensitive clitoris, she moved her heels over the floor until her legs were far apart, revealing the moistly glistening little pussy between her thighs. Her trembling fingers slipped downward to the swollen tingling lips, pulling them outward with a slow, torturing movement until the deep pink slit was completely exposed to the warm sunlit air and the tiny throbbing opening between them pulsated open and closed like the upturned mouth of a hungry baby bird.
Slowly and gently, she began to insinuate her long slender middle finger into the warm depths of the wetly-throbbing hole, forcing it downward until it lay completely buried in her greedily-clenching channel; she teased at the erect bud of her clitoris with her thumb, still staring at the frolicking youths through half-closed eyes.
Then, afraid to pause as her excitement rose, Laura hungrily thrust another finger past the hungrily quivering lips of her starving vaginal opening, slowly widening the narrow slit as she carefully rotated the inserted fingers with calculated precision. During many lonely afternoons in the past year, she had learned how to quickly bring her body to the necessary peak of excitement and now in a frenzy of mounting lust, she jerked her legs all the way back against her panting chest and ground her naked hips upward to meet each plunging stroke of her fingers. Incoherent images of faceless youths touching her naked body and skewering into her with their thick rock-hard young penises flashed excitingly through her mind as she writhed madly on the brown velvet sofa.
Her lovely face contorted with the effort of her frantic manipulations as she strove desperately to reach the pinnacle of lust. She had been masturbating for months and months, yet never before had she felt this urgency, this driving need to be relieved of the sexual tension within her. Oh, God, if only Alex could be here! Oh ... oh God ... If only she could call to one of those energetically virile young boys outside to share in her moment of need. The two slim fingers were no longer enough to satisfy her and with a throaty animal-like groan, she jammed another finger into the depths of her ravenously hungry pussy, wantonly heaving beneath her pounding hand in a near-agony of desire as her unthinking passion built to almost unbearable heights.
Whimpering moans of pleasure rose from deep in her throat as Laura drove herself faster and. faster, burying her invading fingers in a more and more savage rhythm, straining wildly for a climax. Her curly dark hair whipped around her face as her head rolled from side to side of the back of the couch and she gasped out her frustration as she tried and tried to reach her orgasm. Suddenly, just as it seemed she was almost there, a short series of melodic chimes broke into her consciousness. It was the front doorbell.
Oh, no, go away," she breathlessly begged the unknown visitor. "You'll ruin it!"
As if in reply, she heard a soft tapping on the heavy oaken door in the front of the house. She almost decided to ignore the gentle knocking and go on working for the orgasm that was now so close, when she remembered something.
Alex had forbidden her to leave the house.
CHAPTER 2
Two weeks ago, when the Wendells had first arrived at Hilltop Academy for Boys so that Alex could assume his new position as headmaster after retiring from the Army, Laura's lovely face and lush, womanly figure had caused such a stir among the students of the all male school that Alex had been forced to take some kind of action. For the sake of discipline, he had decided it would be better if Laura stayed in the house for a while-at least until Alex had established his authority as the new head of the exclusive military academy.
Discipline or no discipline, the lovely brunette hadn't liked the idea of being shut up in the big, dark old house while her husband was away at the administration office all day. Nevertheless, Alex did not accept disobedience, especially from his wife, so there she had stayed, a virtual prisoner in her home except for an occasional evening trip to the tiny village in the nearby valley. Now, Laura was afraid that the person at the door might be carrying a message from her husband. If she allowed herself to go on with her masturbation and not answer the doorbell, Alex would certainly think that she had been out of the house, roaming around in full view of the excitable adolescent boys. Heaven knows, she didn't want to disrupt his precious discipline, Laura mused disgustedly as she slowly withdrew her fingers from her still throbbing vaginal passage.
The young wife paused only long enough to sigh in disappointment, then leapt to her feet and began pulling on her discarded jeans. To save time she grouchily kicked her filmy panties under the floor-length fringe around the couch. Zipping up the ragged, thigh-high pants, she hurried over to the long mirror and quickly adjusted her halter and re-arranged her tousled curls.
Despite the sharpness of her frustration at being denied her climax, she couldn't help but grin at her flushed appearance and skimpy outfit. Impishly, she hoped that Alex had sent over his withered-up old-maid secretary, Emma Lerner, the only other woman allowed on campus except for the bi-weekly visiting days. Even though her husband had often expressed his disapproval of the very jeans she had been wearing the afternoon they had first met, Laura liked them and still wore them frequently when she was alone in the house, when she was certain Alex wouldn't know. But, this afternoon, even though the old secretary would undoubtedly carry tales back to the headmaster about Laura's shockingly scanty attire, the young wife decided that she didn't care. It would be worth the lecture she'd get tonight, just to see the look of dismay on the wrinkled face of the terribly proper Miss Lemer.
Grinning in mischievous delight, the tall brunette strode across the parlor to the tiny vestibule that led to the door, laughing under her breath as the caller pressed again at the doorbell button. Though not usually prankish, Laura was feeling the effects of a number of things-being cooped up in a somber old Victorian house with no friends nearby to relieve the everyday boredom, four years of sexual frustration and, strangely, just the sight of a few boys playing ball outside the house-all of which had brought to the surface of her personality the youthful giddiness and feminine enthusiasm she had been forced to restrain ever since she had married her dignified, aging husband.
Now, perhaps for the first time since her wedding day, Laura felt completely devilish and juvenile, and for some reason, terribly sexy.
Barely suppressing a girlish giggle as she anticipated the shocked look on Miss Lerner's face, Laura grasped the shiny doorknob and yanked the door open wide.
The house faced west and it was late afternoon so that the young wife found herself staring straight into the blazing sun that was halfway through its descent from the heights of the sky. Blinded by the fiery brilliance that met her eyes, Laura could barely make out the blurred, dark silhouette of the person who stood in the doorway but she still had no intention of giving up her amusing plan. She smiled cockily as she proudly lifted her head and assumed a posture that she hoped would effectively display her barely-covered figure to the unknown visitor.
"Hello there," she murmured huskily, deciding to play her little joke right to the hilt. "Would you like to come inside? It must be awfully warm out there." To hide the smile that threatened to break out any moment, she turned her face away to the wall mirror beside her and tried to appear as though she were arranging her hair.
The silence seemed to go on for long minutes but just as Laura began to be a little afraid that she had gone too far and perhaps truly offended the demure and decorous old lady who was Alex's invaluable assistant, the quiet was broken by the sound of a long, shaky exhalation of breath.
"Gee, uh ... thank you, Mrs. Wendell!" The deep resonant young voice was hurried and tense. "Yeah, I-I would like to come inside if that's okay. I mean, well ... yeah thanks!"
Almost before the stunned brunette had time to comprehend the fact that her afternoon visitor was not Emma Lerner at all, but one of the boys who lived at the school, the youth was standing beside her in the entrance hallway and the click of the door latch behind him was already an echo fading in the high-ceilinged room. Completely flabbergasted by this unexpected development, Laura could do or say nothing except turn around and stare curiously at her young visitor, her creamy skin flushing pink at the awkwardness of the situation.
Despite her embarrassment, Laura could clearly see that the youth was tall and handsome, obviously one of the senior students in the academy's junior and senior high school study programs. She decided that he was probably sixteen or seventeen and guessed that he was old enough to be in his final year of classes at Hilltop before going on to a university. To her surprise, she realized that she was fervently hoping that her judgment was wrong and that the boy would be staying at the military "prep school" for at least another two years.
As soon as she realized what she had been feeling, Laura was aghast at her wicked reaction and yet, as she continued to study the youth, she decided that any woman might respond to him in a similar fashion. There was something about the boy-something more interesting than his wavy auburn hair and apparently well-scrubbed face. No, it had more to do with the tall, broad-shouldered shape of his lean, muscular body, apparent even under the bulky college sweatshirt and expensively-made trousers he wore. But it was something she could not really pinpoint definitely. Her childhood had been terribly sheltered and she and Alex had made few social acquaintances, so that Laura had never had much contact with other men and still she couldn't help but wonder if this compelling magnetism she felt toward the youth was "animal attraction," a phenomena of life that she had sometimes seen mentioned in books but had never truly experienced.
"Uh, ma'am?" the stiffly-standing boy ventured hesitantly as he squirmed under her candid scrutiny. "I don't mean to be forward or rude, but, uh ... Well, you are Mrs. Wendell, aren't you?"
"Well, that's what my husband keeps telling me," Laura quipped, smiling warmly as she tried to hide her own nervousness as well as relax the boy. She thought she detected a trace of a soft, Southern drawl in his voice and rapidly conjectured that his father had probably sent the boy to Hilltop Academy to learn about the military tradition that was so respected in the south.
Having grown up on military bases, Laura actually thought the whole disciplinary system was a little silly, just a lot of rules and rituals that didn't seem to accomplish anything at all. In fact, as she had reached a dating age, she had learned to absolutely despise a lot of the military system because most of the available young men had been too afraid of Laura's high-ranking, grouchy father to even venture a kiss with the pretty young girl. She even secretly disliked Alex sometimes for his devotion to petty discipline and unneeded regulations. Laura had never been able to understand what good it all was ... that is until this moment!
For right now, she didn't care how silly it all seemed to her. Through a series of unknown coincidences, that ridiculous military mentality had led her to this exciting moment-standing in the hallway with this big, handsome boy who had been sent to Alex's military academy. Now that she was here face-to-face with someone who made her whole body tingle and throb with excitement, she didn't know quite what to do about it. But she did know that she didn't want the boy to leave her alone again. Not for a little while, anyway. There was some unexplained quality about him that turned her years of sexual frustration into a red-hot mass of flaming desire and she wanted him desperately, no matter what the consequences might be.
"Um, well ... I'm Kenny Lawrence, ma'am," the boy finally volunteered, obviously unnerved by her long silence and the sight of her magnificent body. Despite Kenny's boyish confusion, however, Laura was certain that she detected a brassy glint of sexual interest in the youth's sea green eyes.
Even that tiny suggestion of lust in the boy's gaze made Laura begin to feel less tense and more serene and confident of the powers of her womanly charms. Just for a moment, she wanted to forget about her elderly husband, about her unfulfilled youth and womanhood, and especially, she wanted to forget about the restrictions she had met at Hilltop Academy, and their ultimate goal-to keep her away from students such as this one. Just for once in her life, she wanted to be absolutely free to feel like a beautiful, desirable woman!
With an inward smile to celebrate her declaration of independence, she slid her palms down over her bare midriff and hooked her thumbs in the low-slung waistband of her blue jeans, making certain that Kenny was watching every movement. Then, as she gazed up at him through the furry fringe of her thick sable eye lashes, she sensuously rotated her slim, sinewy hips until she had shifted her weight to one hip. A shiver of excitement ran up her spine as she saw the auburn-haired youth's eyes gleam lustfully as he watched her suggestive movements.
"What were you saying, Kenny?" she purred huskily. She was flattered and amazed as she saw him attempt to speak but apparently forget the words the moment he opened his lips. She felt as though she were in a dream and, yet, if she had dreamed this meeting, she would have awakened feeling silly. Laura wondered for a moment if she was acting like all the ridiculous, boy-chasing girls she had laughed at in high school. And then, she realized that it didn't matter. What mattered was that she truly wanted this boy's virile young penis-and would do anything necessary to have him for herself!
"Well, to tell you the truth, Mrs. Wendell," he hesitantly began, his eyes still locked in the burning intensity of her gaze. "We, I mean the guys in the. senior grades, well we never had a chance to meet you. We haven't even seen you, except far away, and after a while, you didn't come out anymore. So we just kind of started goofing around in the field beside the house, hoping we might see you...." He paused apparently afraid that he had overstepped his bounds. But his words had thrilled and elated the beautiful brunette and she smiled and nodded for him to go on with his explanation.
"Well, heck!" he blurted out, his handsome face reddening slightly as his eyes slipped downward to once again devour the generous and exciting curves of the young wife's scantily-clad form. "I ... well, I just thought you might be sick or something, so I thought it would be okay if I went ahead and brought up your mail from the post office in the valley."
"Do I look sick, Kenny?" Laura whispered, barely holding back the excitement that was building within her until she felt like a bomb ready to explode. She could barely believe that she was being so boldly suggestive with the auburn-haired youth, but she nevertheless repeated the shameless question, leaning back against the wall behind her to better exhibit her ripe, lush figure to the boy. What do you think, Kenny? Can you see anything wrong with me?"
The red-faced boy wordlessly shook his head, the torment he was undergoing apparent in his expression.
Enjoying her feeling of power over the exciting teenager, the curvaceous older woman deliberately let her gaze fall to the crotch of Kenny's trousers. She couldn't help but smile to herself as she saw the handsome youth squirm in embarrassment under her open scrutiny of the long, hard bulge that had begun to strain slightly against the fabric of his pants. Laura knew that the boy was in an agony of confusion and frustration as she brazenly flaunted her body before him, yet she was not certain of what she wanted to do, if she had the nerve....
Suddenly, the decision was made for her as, with a strangled groan of barely-suppressed desire, the youth lunged toward her and gathered Laura into his arms, crushing his lips down onto her mouth. She had teased him beyond endurance and finally Kenny's defenses had collapsed before her assault on his mind and senses.
The beautiful dark-haired woman trembled and struggled weakly as delicious erotic sensations began to ripple through every nerve in her body, but she knew it was useless. She had tantalized the youth until he was responding not like a teenaged boy, but like a full-grown lust-crazed man. Maddening currents of sexual feeling seemed to be flowing magically between their intertwined bodies and Laura was again filled with visions of aggressiveness that bordered on shameless plans to seduce Kenny. She felt his stone-hard pulsing member pressing against the soft flesh of her belly as he held her breathlessly tight against his young body, and the headmaster's young wife realized that she might have driven the boy past the point of no return. The realization sobered her slightly and once more she tried to pull away from his enfolding arms.
"N-no, Kenny, please," she gasped shakily as she managed to tear her lips away from his. With a desperate thrust of her hands against his chest, she broke free of the embrace. "Please, I think you'd better go ..
The heavily-breathing Kenny did not seem to hear her weakly whispered protest, but stared at her with green eyes smoldering in uncontrolled passion. His eyes drank in her closeness, roving over every soft contour of her ripe female form, then with lightning quickness, he reached out with both hands and caught the twin globes of her buttocks, pulling her close to plant several rapid kisses on the side of her neck. This was wrong ... she knew it and yet her senses were drunk with desire for this hard muscled young stallion, for his solid young body. His own unleashed passion aroused her even more, so that she involuntarily relaxed in his arms and actually pressed forward in an unconscious attempt to encourage him on with the suggestive, seductive motion of her enflamed body.
"God, I'm sorry, ma'am ... I just can't help myself ... you're so beautiful...." he murmured hotly into her ear. His hands were now shamelessly massaging her firm rounded buttocks under her tight shorts, squeezing and releasing them with a hypnotic rhythm that jarred her from head to foot. More and more, the insane desire that had been building in her since she first set eyes on Kenny Lawrence, that very afternoon, was taking control of her mind and emotions. She wanted him desperately and was no longer capable of even considering the dangers of what she was doing.
"Kenny, listen, please," she breathed, trying to make her voice sound calm and rational. "Let's go in and sit down for a moment. We can calm down and be logical about this. Let's go into the living room," she urged, taking his hand and leading him out of the hallway and back into the parlor. When they were just inside the doorway of the room in which she had been masturbating before, Laura's courage deserted her and she found herself racking her brain for any excuse she could think of to avoid what she knew was about to take place. But as soon as she hesitated, Kenny grabbed her up in his powerful arms and showered her face and neck with kisses of fumbling adolescent fervor. Her loins were growing warm and she wavered in his embrace as though she would fall if he did not hold her so tightly. Sensing her weakening resistance, the boy lifted her completely off the floor and carried her back to the couch. He lowered her to the floor before the huge, overstuffed piece of furniture, then guided her backwards until the edge of the cushions caught her behind the knees and jack-knifed her legs. She fell back onto the sofa, her legs opening wide as she landed. Beneath the crotch of her brief shorts, tiny dark tendrils of soft curling pubic hair could be seen wisping out around the edges of the pants.
"Oh, no, please," she murmured dazedly struggling to overcome the passion that was rapidly conquering her last defenses. She vaguely thought that she should close her wide splayed legs, but her body refused to follow the commands of her mind. Glassy-eyed, she gazed at Kenny standing over her, an eager grin etched obscenely on his handsome young face as he fumbled at his clothing, hurriedly discarding one garment after another until he stood naked before her disbelieving eyes. One part of her mind was fully aware of the compromising circumstances: that she had just met this teenaged boy and had wantonly incited his lust with her suggestive movements and words. Yet, in another part of her brain, she knew that she wanted nothing in the world right now as much as this student's young body and nothing else, not Alex's position as headmaster or even her marriage itself, was as important to her as this driving need.
Her eyes travelled hungrily over his sun bronzed, muscular form and a tingle of excitement coursed through her as she sensed the power in his young body. Then, she involuntarily shivered as her sight fell on the thick, hard penis that stood out from beneath his flat stomach like a heavy, blunt spear. Laura remembered the fantasies of a youthful lover that she had had while masturbating this afternoon and realized that she had not tried to imagine a penis on her phantom sexual partner. She had never seen one except for Alex's infrequently erect organ and now she stared in undisguised astonishment as the boy stroked the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the hard bulbous head of his rampant cock. My God, it was big!
In spite of her passion, she found herself fearfully wondering how a woman could take such a huge thing inside of her without being split completely apart. The boy obviously realized the unusual size of his penis for he stood proudly before her reveling in the amazement the size of his cock was bringing to the beautiful older woman's eyes.
Then, he slowly leaned over her body.
"N-no, please, don't touch me," Laura finally managed to stammer through her paralyzing fright. But, she could tell from the pitiless look in the boy's eyes that there was no use in protesting. He was going to take her body no matter how she pleaded with him not to do it.
Then, suddenly, her fear faded as the handsome youth's fingers touched the bare flesh of her arms and a surge of electrical tingles shot through her prostrate body. His hands slipped under her back and worked frantically at the buttons that fastened her halter, tugging and tearing at the fastenings until the garment was finally opened. She felt his fingers struggling inside the loosened halter to get at the clasps of her bra. He was having even more difficulty than with her halter so she reached behind her back and deftly unsnapped the hooks, then lay back abandonedly as he ripped away the freed garments. Her belly quivered and heaved as though she already had the long, thick cock that extended out from his virile young loins deep inside of her.
"God, Mrs. Wendell, I want to fuck you so bad," the boy groaned as he slipped to his knees on the floor in front of the couch and fastened his teeth with unintentional harshness into the nipple of her swollen left breast. She groaned in pain, attempting to squirm away from the sudden sharp torture but his hands, roving over the soft flesh of her thighs and hips held her tightly to the cushions. His wet lips roamed teasingly over the heaving ivory mounds, causing a twitch of blissful sensation that floated feather-like to her loins below. Her tensed buttocks relaxed and began slow, impatient rotations into the soft cushions of the couch.
"Oh, yesssss, Kenny," she breathed as his lips played over the sensitive flesh of her body, his green eyes wide and glazed with desire for the older woman. "It's all right," she crooned as the caresses of his hands were stroking her body into a white hot sheet of desire. Tiny goose bumps sprang out over the whiteness of her smooth flesh as her muscles ached with the intensity of her mounting fervor.
"Wow, I wanted to fuck you from the first time I saw you a couple of weeks ago. I never thought anything like this would happen, though," he gasped excitedly, his greedy eyes feasting lewdly on her involuntarily squirming form. "I've only fucked a few girls before and not one of them had an ass or tits like you have. Jesus, I've been playing with myself at nights just hoping something like this would happen someday!"
Laura stiffened at the sound of the teenager's obscene words and yet their very lewdness excited her even more until she knew she was losing whatever control she had had over what was occurring here in her own living room. She could feel warm moisture spreading from her vagina to dampen the crotch of her cut-off blue jeans and she pressed her legs hard together to ease the tantalizing burning sensation that was licking madly at the pit of her stomach.
Kenny's hungry kisses and maddening manipulations of her blazing flesh was turning her entire body into a knotted bundle of raw nerve ends, filling her with a passion that she was powerless to check. A tiny cry of delight rose from her throat as his hands seized both of her throbbing breasts and squeezed them together like straining grapefruit until the two rosy nipples met and his mouth hungrily enveloped both of them at the same time. Tiny pin pricks of delicious feeling raced through the tips of them as he rolled the hardening nipples around and around his wet, pointed tongue. She could feel his warm, moist breath move softly over her chest and throat as he lifted his head to lock his mouth wildly against hers.
Laura tried for a moment to squirm away, to attempt one last futile stand against the seduction that she had started and was no longer capable of controlling, but the strength of his powerful young male grip was too much for her to fight in her present state of mind.
She had forgotten about Alex, about everything, except the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing through her flesh like tiny pricking needles of fire. All that mattered was the unbelievable joy of having this glorious young boy's lusty body against her tingling female flesh. His hands slipped down from her solid bulging breasts to fondle her hips and trace the lovely, full globes of her buttocks.
"Can I fuck you, Mrs. Wendell? Please, can I?" the boy panted hoarsely as he sensed her sudden submissive surrender to his hands and lips.
"Oooooooh, good Lord, yessssss, now!" she cried mindlessly as her arms wound greedily around his neck, pulling his muscular torso deeper into the soft white mounds of her breasts. She was a slave to the surges of hot longing that made her ache to have him inside her and there was no thought in her mind but anticipation for the moment he would thrust his long, hard shaft deep into her needing vagina. She knew she could not bear to wait another instant and she reached down to tear at the zipper of her blue jeans.
A moment later, she finally kicked free of the garment, baring the lower half of her firm body, and Kenny pulled her tightly up against him. Laura's body was lost in the fire of the moment and every muscle was tensed as she strained her loins upward in an effort to capture the huge rod of flesh that pressed tightly against the soft flesh of her thighs. The auburn-haired youth levered her legs up onto the cushions so that she lay full-length on the couch, then pried her thighs far apart and climbed up between them, positioning his body in a push-up position over her prostrate form.
Laura could see the boy hovering over her through her lust-glazed eyes and she felt the hugeness of his fleshy hardness lying against the full length of her quivering slit. The lurching head of his stone-hard cock rested throbbingly between her wide-spread buttocks, insinuating itself up and down the sweat-moistened crevice in a teasing motion that sent her hips twisting upwards in a desperate attempt to capture the hard, lust-engorged tip that would fill her aching need. Her belly was screaming to be filled-she had to have it in her!
At last, in a panic of frustration, she reached her hands down between their bodies and grasped the full length of the rampant prick. Her tightly-closed fist stroked up and down the thick hard shaft for a moment, feeling its heaving pulse against her soft palms and the warm sticky fluids that oozed in driblets from the blood-inflated head. Then, she guided it into the valley of her buttocks, carefully positioning it between the mucous-covered flanges of her vagina. She steadied it there with one hand and placed the other on the boy's buttocks, drawing with all her strength to pull it into her and let it drown the gnawing hot heat that burned out of control in her belly. Her eyes closed in ecstasy as she felt its first soft electrical contact against the sensitive ragged edges of her moist pussy, then she held her breath for what seemed like an eternity as she lay in utter wantonness beneath the teenager, waiting for him to impale her on the massive rod of rigid, pulsating flesh.
"Oh, hurry," she pleaded, splaying her legs even wider to give him greater access.
Above her, the boy's look of joy at his unbelievable good fortune gave way to a twisted grimace of sheer animal lust as he heard her impassioned plea. He had never heard a girl beg for cock before and he wondered if he could make this beautiful older woman beg him to r fuck her again. But, the lewd thought caused him to involuntarily flick his hips forward before he could tease her even more.
Laura felt her softly curling pubic hair and the lips around her throbbing vagina being spread open by the thick blunt head and she moaned softly at the cruel pressure against the tight elastic opening of her pussy.
"Aaaaagh," she gasped as the huge tip slipped through the tight opening, cruelly stretching the narrow little vertical mouth until Laura was certain that her thighs must be splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure.
"Ooooooh, nooooo, stop!" she cried out. "You're too big! It's too much! Noooooooo!" Her eyes jerked open in fear and she saw his lust-contorted face. He was lost in the rapture of her body and did not realize how much he was hurting her as he ceaselessly pressed his virilely youthful prick into the warm softness of her painfully-stretched vagina.
Suddenly, his no longer innocent-looking face twisted into an evil leer as he looked down and saw the beautiful woman helplessly spreadeagled beneath him with the head of his cock disappearing into the soft, curling hair of her pussy. He fell forward, his weight smashing her full rounded breasts tightly back against her chest. He rammed his hips forward at the same time with all the strength in his thighs and buttocks and his long thick cock slid into her cunt like a driving piston, pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in tiny rippling waves before it. There was no stopping it until with a loud slap his balls slammed heavily down on the cheeks of her tightly-clenched ass. Her legs jerked out wide on either side of his young muscular body, splaying out over the sides of the couch and kicking futilely into the air as her ass screwed itself deep into the cushions in a frantic attempt to escape the cruel sudden impalement.
"Ooooooooooh! Oooooooooooooh!" she wailed beneath him. She had never felt so completely filled in her life and his heavy, rock-hard cock felt as though it had torn her vagina into a million tiny shreds as he had speared into her narrow passage without thought of mercy or injury to her tender insides. The fiery plunging rod felt as though it was coming out her throat as the lustfully inflated, mushroom-shaped head pressed hard back up against her cervix, the thick lengthy shaft filling her belly to the bursting point. There was not a single tiny ridge of flesh on the rock-hard, heavily-veined cock that she could not feel as the walls of her cringing cunt clasped around the prick as tightly as a hot moist glove. Afraid to move for the pain it would surely bring, she lay quietly beneath him, trying to adjust to the presence of the monstrous intruding shaft in her belly.
Clamping his wet lips tightly over Laura's mouth, the boy suddenly began a slow rocking motion between her trembling thighs. As the headmaster's wife groaned helplessly beneath him, Kenny could feel the narrow stretched channel widening slightly with each short smooth stroke. He looked down and could see his curly auburn pubic hair tangling tightly with hers each time the length of his thick fleshy rod burrowed deep into the pink throbbing furrow between her wide-splayed legs. He could see the tight lips of her cunt stretched almost to the bursting point, the rubbery outer pink rim clasping tightly around the gleaming shaft as it slowly plunged in and out of her.
Laura twisted beneath him as her body slowly became accustomed to the huge skewering prick and began to involuntarily react to the boy's gentle fucking motions. The very thought of her total surrender to this handsome teenager sent chills running along the base of her spine as she felt the slow, hypnotic rhythm of Kenny Lawrence's cock pounding wetly into the sensitive throbbing opening of her vagina.
The boy felt her body begin to thrash beneath him and he quickened his thrusts, grabbing her flailing legs behind the knees and shoving them roughly back against her shoulders until her ankles locked tightly behind his neck. Her tortured body was bent back almost double and the glistening wet, flattened plane of her crotch was presented up to his driving lunges, hot and pulsating and deep. Staring down between their bodies, the youth slowly withdrew the deeply imbedded instrument until just the tip of the head rested within the swollen wet lips of her pussy then rammed forward with all his youthful energy, driving the full, throbbing length of his lust-incited member deep into her helplessly exposed vagina. The wet, flat smack of his hips thudding against her pelvis resounded through the room as he thrust his dripping tongue deep in her throat, stifling the low animal groans that were forming there. His hands insinuated themselves between the cushions and the white full cheeks of her ass and Kenny cupped them in his spread fingers and palms, kneading the warm soft flesh, pulling the white rounded globes far apart. His muscular shoulders pushing against the back of her full rounded calves kept her locked in that helpless position while he rammed his fiery rod into her steaming dilated pussy, sweeping her buttocks wider and wider apart with each powerful forward lunge of his young straining loins.
Laura groaned defenselessly beneath him, her flushed face showing a mixture of feelings-pain and humiliation and pleasure. She was powerless to move as he buffeted her helpless body along the couch cushions, driving her up toward the arm of the sofa with every pounding lunge. Even her arms were pinned down at her sides by her own updrawn legs and she could feel the giant blood-filled head sliding up and down inside her warm viscous passage like a well-oiled piston. His bloated balls slapped loudly against her anus each time he crushed his loins down into the valley of her buttocks and wafts of cool air rushed maddeningly between her wide-spread thighs every time he withdrew. His hands cupped her full heaving breasts, twisting and squeezing them with a savage brutality, teasing and tugging at the hard pink nipples until Laura thought that they would surely burst from the youth's wild manipulation of them.
Suddenly she realized that the pain had completely disappeared and her face contorted into an unrecognizable mask of wild abandoned passion. Her womb flared and the tight resisting lips of her hair-lined vaginal furrow flowered open to receive the delicious ravishment of her secret genitals. She desperately forced her hands out from under her pinioned legs and wrapped them around his flexing buttocks as her rotating hips slithered wetly upward to devour his young lust-hardened rod. His big balls smacked into the passion-drenched crevice of her buttocks, making the whole sensitive area tingle and contract in response to the strange delightful sensation. Her nails clawed a red streaked path along his back as she pulled him deep and thrust her belly up harder to skewer herself completely on the driving hot flesh of his pumping shaft. Her body began to match his driving thrusts with her own rhythmic thrashings and the straining spring of the old couch squeaked loudly in time to the two tightly entwined bodies struggling wildly against each other. The guttural sounds of deep panting grunts and groans filled the musty air of the old house, mingling with the wet noises of sweat soaked flesh smacking sharply against sweat soaked flesh and the moist viscous slurp of the boy's pile-driving cock driving madly in and out of Laura's wetly sucking cunt.
"Ooooh, yessss, oooooh, yessss," Laura chanted over and over to herself as Kenny ceaselessly slammed his throbbing, expanding prick deep into her white rounded belly with long hard lunges. The youth could feel the hot white cum boiling inside his heated balls as they beat wildly against her upturned ass. He grunted savagely and quickened his stroke, grinding hard and deep until his cock bored far up into the hidden, untouched recesses of her womb. Her breasts heaved and quivered up against the pressure of his chest, the tiny hardened nipples digging into his skin like buttons on a coat.
Laura was no longer ashamed for having led this magnificent boy to want her body-not even though he had turned on this unbelievable hot streak in her and she was now engaged in committing her first betrayal of her husband.
She wasn't ashamed because she was enjoying it more than she had ever enjoyed sex before. Nothing mattered to her now but the delicious waves of stormy feeling in her cunt as his thick prick drove in and out of her clutching vagina, all the way until the blood-engorged head collided with her cervix deep inside with every powerful, pile-driving stroke into her quivering belly.
Suddenly, she shivered under him!
"Oh, God! ... Yes, yessssss, I'm cummmmmmmming! Oh, God, I'm cummming, nowwwww!" With a deep-throated groan, her body stiffened and began vibrating uncontrollably, wet white cum oozing from the throbbing passage and drowning the boy's impaling member with its sticky warmth.
Kenny paused for a moment, stunned by his first sight of a woman in orgasm, then went berserk as she grunted out her climax against his matted pelvis, her body jerking spasmodically up against him. He wildly shoved his tongue far down in her throat as his harshly kneading hands pulled the wide-spread cheeks of her white globular buttocks hard up against his grinding pelvis and he rammed his exploding cock all the way to the hilt into the depths of her soft unresisting cunt.
Laura thought her insides were about to split as she felt the head of the deep-sunk cock flex and flare into a hugeness that threatened to tear into her belly. Then, suddenly, he erupted, his thick hot liquid shooting deep up into her widely stretched womb, mixing deliciously with the juices of her own sensuality. Her mind whirled in a seemingly endless orgasm as the burning, powerful squirts surged deep inside her, filling her to overflowing with its hot sticky whiteness. The hot, drenched walls of her cunt clasped and unclasped around it, working and sucking at his penis as though trying to milk him dry. Cum juice flowed wetly out around his still driving prick, spilling down into the soft, excitedly clenching crevice of her buttocks and flooding over his testicles and the base of his cock as he fucked relentlessly into her. Dazzling flashes of light .filled her head as she breathed in short, desperate gasps, their mingled fluids flowing in unchecked spurts down the full quivering moons of her uncontrollably jerking buttocks.
It was the most beautiful, fantastic thing that had ever happened to her and she tried to make it go on forever.
Reaching frantically under her squirming buttocks with both hands, she began to desperately milk at the youthfully dancing balls pressed into the split of her behind. Her legs jerked out quivering insanely into the air around the boy's shoulders. The giant prick still continued to throb and flex, jerking its completion in hot white spurts, filling her womb and soaking the soft matted public hair it was buried in.
"Oh, God, don't stop, don't ever stop," she pleaded dazedly around the dripping tongue still sunk deep in her mouth. The starving pores of her cunt sucked at the lurching cock until it finally gave one last spasmodic jerk and lay limp, inside her quivering belly.
The panting boy collapsed exhaustedly across her body, feeling her insides still gushing forth around his rapidly deflating prick. At last, she too gave a final jerk and trembled to stillness, her legs splayed obscenely on either side of his heaving body. Her firm, perfectly sculpted body felt drained of everything, her belly filled to the bursting point with their hot sticky white cum juices.
Kenny lay still for a moment, trying to recover his strength, then slowly pulled himself off the beautiful woman's still form, his cock sliding slowly out of her battered cunt. He could see the wet, matted furrow of her sex glistening wetly in the fading afternoon light. The insides of her thighs were heavily smeared with the white sticky juice that dripped in tiny rivulets out of her vagina to form a moist, lewd pool between her still wide-spread thighs. Though he was sated and exhausted, the teenager still felt ebullient about his conquest of the beautiful woman and already he was looking forward in his mind to future meetings with the headmaster's wife. He had never seen a woman go wild like she had and now, it was all he could do not to climb right back on her and do it again.
"Are you all right, Mrs. Wendell?" he finally inquired, staring curiously at her now-peaceful face. He remembered how she had looked a few minutes ago when she had been groaning out her climax and could barely believe it was the same woman. "That was some fuck, wasn't it? Those girls I had before didn't do anything like you did. Why, you must be one of the best lays in the world!"
Laura had never been spoken to this way before. Alex would not even think of using the crude language she had just heard and the obscene words made her suddenly realize what she had just done. She had to admit that she felt a glow of satisfaction and a new sense of adventure in her illicit relationship with the young boy who stood beside her. Still, she knew that if her husband ever discovered what had happened this afternoon, he would never forgive her. The horrible realization that she may have ruined her marriage by her moment of weakness this afternoon made her suddenly sit up on the couch.
"What did you say?" she coldly asked the boy, feeling a wave of anger pass through her at his unthinking acceptance of her body. To him, she was nothing more than a good "lay," while he might have ruined her entire life.
"I-I just meant t-to say thank you, ma'am," the boy stammered, stunned by her sudden change. He seemed to cringe back away from the angry light blazing in her eyes.
"Well, you're welcome," she snapped. Though she knew it was unfair to blame the handsome teenager for her own actions, Laura was too upset by what she had done to think rationally at the moment. "Now, I think you'd better leave.
"Sure, Mrs. Wendell," Kenny said as he hurriedly began pulling on his clothes. "I didn't mean...."
"Don't worry about that," she interrupted, not wanting to get involved in any further conversation for fear that her body would betray her once again. "Just, please get out of here. I don't want to ever see you here again!"
"But, Mrs. Wendell," the boy sputtered, disappointment showing on his face as he realized that the beautiful woman did not want to repeat the afternoon's activities. He'd been looking forward to coming back and maybe bringing along some of his friends to share in his good fortune.
"Look, Kenny, it was a mistake," Laura said in exasperation with the boy's reluctance to accept her dismissal. "I thought ... well, I don't know what I thought! But, I do know that this won't happen ever again. Do you understand?"
"Didn't you ... like me?" the handsome auburn-haired boy murmured, hurt in his wide
. green eyes. Now, he was certain that the older woman was so angry with him because he hadn't been man enough to satisfy her completely. His vulnerable adolescent ego wilted at the humiliating thought and the teenager completely forgot that he had witnessed Laura's raging climax only a few minutes before. "W-wasn't it good for you too, Mrs. Wendell?" he asked anxiously.
Laura saw the pain in the handsome youth's expression and she felt sorry for him. Yet, his fears seemed to provide her with the perfect way out of the situation. If she told him that he had been an unsatisfactory lover, then he surely would be too ashamed to come back to tempt her again and, just as important, he certainly would not tell anyone about what had happened. What teenaged boy would tell his friends that he had left a woman sexually unsatisfied? she thought to herself.
Averting her gaze from the anxiety in his eyes, she slowly shook her head. "No, I'm sorry, Kenny, but I think you're a little too young for a woman like me," she lied, hating herself for having to hurt the boy. "You see, I've gotten used to men with much more experience...."
But the boy had not stayed to hear the end of her speech. Choking back tears of humiliation, he had rushed from the room and the naked woman he had just fucked. Laura looked up as she heard the soft click of the front door closing, then buried her head in her arms. It was all she could do to fight back the tears that threatened to spill down on her cheeks, but she knew she would have no time to cry if she wanted to clean up herself and the couch before Alex returned home. Even though she did not want to admit it to herself, she was aware that the tears in her eyes were not tears of shame for what she had done, but tears of disappointment because it had all ended so quickly and unhappily.
Young Kenny Lawrence had been even more wonderful than she could ever have imagined and now she knew that she would never again be satisfied with Alex's lovemaking. Nevertheless, she did love her husband and so had fearfully driven away the very lover who could have kept her secretly contented. Now, she heartily wished that she had never had the chance to experience the heights of sensual joy she had discovered that afternoon in the arms of one of Alex's students.
Sighing, she wearily rose from the sofa and walked toward the kitchen for a cloth to wipe away the still glistening juices of their mutual orgasm that nearly covered one of the brown velvet cushions.
CHAPTER 3
Dave Shelby sat behind his desk in his deserted classroom at Hilltop Academy and thought about the discussion he had had that afternoon with Alex Wendell, the new headmaster. As with the previous headmaster, Shelby had been able to make no headway at all when he tried to explain his ideas on education. The balding, thirty-ish English teacher had spoken for almost an hour with the elderly ex-colonel, trying to make him see that the school could be so much more interesting for the young male students if only there was some sort of incentive program to make the boys want to get good grades. But, just like the other aging military men who had been the headmaster, Wendell had not been able to imagine any other system but punishing the students when they didn't work hard enough.
The disappointment was just about enough to make Shelby want to leave Hilltop Academy for good. In fact, had he not been paid so well there, he would have happily left years ago to teach in one of the more progressive private schools. But instead, he had stayed on for six years, doing his small part to make education less of a boring task for the wealthy youngsters who had been sent to the exclusive boarding school. Throughout those years, he had run into strenuous opposition from the former headmaster and other teachers who complained that he was putting frivolous notions into the boys' heads, but at last they had gotten used to the English teacher's more progressive methods, writing him off as some sort of intellectual nut.
Shelby had become more and more disgusted with the staid, restrictive atmosphere of the school and probably would have quit the year before, except that he heard the old headmaster was finally retiring. Finally, there had been a shred of hope that someone other than the students would pay attention to his ideas. All summer long, he had worked out what he would say to the new head of the school and today he had finally had his chance....
"Shit!" he muttered angrily as he began to pack up his books and papers. He should have known he would get nowhere, he thought resentfully. The only way to prove anything to a military man was to show him a system that was already working, he mused, but how? It was virtually impossible to do anything at a small school like this without everyone knowing about it, and he knew that if he tried to set up an incentive plan, even for his own classes, he would be chastised for disrupting the school's discipline.
Angry and frustrated, he was just about to leave the classroom when he heard footsteps in the corridor of the school building. The last thing he wanted to do right now was to talk to anybody, but he resignedly settled back at his desk. Many of the students came to him for advice, feeling that he was the only adult on the campus who really understood their adolescent problems, and even now, Shelby hated to let one of them down.
"Hey, Shel, you have time to talk a little bit?" an anxious young voice called even before its owner came into view. "It's kind of important ..
Shelby grinned at the use of the students' pet name for him, then called back to the rapidly darkening corridor outside his room, "Yeah, hell, I guess so. What is it this time-one of your teeny-bopper girl friends acting up? Or is the new headmaster getting on you about something?"
"Gee, Shel, you're not going to believe this," Kenny Lawrence began as he embarrassedly shuffled into the classroom, "but it's worse than any of that stuff. I just got laid by the most fantastic woman-"
"Laid? By a woman? On the campus?" the English teacher incredulously interrupted. "Don't tell me old Emma Lemer's putting out?"
"Nope. I mean a real, beautiful, sexy woman," the boy moaned, anguish in his eyes as he added, "and she said I wasn't any good, Shel. I thought she really liked it, but she got mad and told me to get lost. You gotta tell me what to do because I really want to do it again!"
"Look, kid, first you tell me how you managed to get laid at all here on a school day," the teacher said, stunned by the very idea of a woman on the Hilltop campus.
"I don't know ... it just happened ... "
"What do you mean-it just happened?" Shelby exploded. "You must have done something to get someone up here! There's not a woman for miles except for old Emma...." His voice faded out in surprise as he realized that there was another woman, a tall, beautiful brunette he had met at the pre-school faculty party. "Ken, you don't mean Mrs. Wendell?"
As Kenny nodded, his expression a mixture of pride and misery, Dave Shelby's mind began to click. It was far-fetched he knew, but perhaps he might have found a solution to his problems.
At the very least, Kenny had presented him with an opportunity to liven things up around Hilltop Academy for boys. At best ... well, what better incentive for good students than the body of the headmaster's beautiful wife!
* * *
"Do you know what that damn fool English teacher told me then, Laura?" Alex Wendell sputtered, ferociously tearing apart a dinner roll.
"What, dear?" his wife dutifully asked, feigning interest in her husband's account of his day in the office. Actually, she was so relieved that she had managed to dress and clean the couch before he arrived home that she had barely heard a word he had spoken since he entered the house. At the last minute, she had remembered that this was her and Alex's night "to go to bed early," as he put it, and she had had to wash herself especially carefully so that he would not suspect what had happened that afternoon. It was only now, with dinner almost over, that Laura was beginning to relax enough to listen to Alex.
"He wanted me to give those kids rewards for getting good grades, as if good grades weren't enough reward for themselves," the gray-haired man said indignantly. "He even said something about letting girls on the campus. That's the last thing those rambunctious youngsters need!"
Laura almost choked on her mouthful of mashed potatoes as she nodded agreement. Alex's words had brought back sharp memories of the afternoon with Kenny Lawrence and, though she felt a twinge of guilt, she also felt a slight fluttering of excitement between her thighs. But her excitement was soon dampened by the thought that she would have to act enthusiastic about Alex's uninspired lovemaking in a few hours. After having experienced such wild, abandoned pleasure with the handsome teenaged student that very afternoon, Laura was not looking forward to her weekly session of mild-mannered love-play with her aging husband.
Almost as though he had sensed her thoughts, Alex Wendell suddenly looked into his wife's eyes and said, "I have a feeling that you aren't in the proper mood for, um ... going to bed early tonight, Laura." He was obviously embarrassed by the reference to sexual intimacy between, but reached over to pat her hand as he added, "If that's so, my dear, don't worry yourself about it. I've had a difficult day myself. It's not easy to keep discipline among teenaged boys."
Laura managed to suppress a smile of relief and tried to look exhausted, though the days activity had exhilarated her, making her feel once again like the young woman she was. "You're so understanding, Alex," she murmured demurely, looking down at her plate to hide her true feelings. "I don't know why, but I am rather tired."
Then, barely holding back a mischievous giggle, she added, "I guess it's just seeing all these youngsters running around. Why, I think being so close to them just makes me feel like an old lady."
"Nonsense, my dear," the aging man gallantly reassured his lovely young wife. "Why, if you didn't look almost young enough to be one of their girlfriends, why would I ask you to stay here in the house all day?"
This time, Laura did choke on what she was eating and had to excuse herself from the table before Alex could finish telling her about his meeting with Dave Shelby.
CHAPTER 4
It was nearly noon the next day before Laura arose from bed. She had been awake for some time, but had chosen to stay relaxing between the sheets while she reviewed the events of the previous day. It was only when she began to feel an exciting light-fingered quivering between her thighs as she remembered her seemingly-endless climax under Kenny Lawrence's driving loins, that she decided she'd better get up before she allowed her body to become aroused again.
She crossed the bedroom to the closet and withdrew a long, flowing robe Alex had given her for her birthday last year. The Indian summer had apparently continued for one more hot, sunny day, so she slipped it on over her nakedness and only buttoned it halfway down, allowing the slight breeze to play over her legs. She paused to brush her hair and saw that the sunlight streaming into the bedroom made the thin fabric almost transparent and she seemed even taller and more beautiful than usual. She decided that her illicit encounter yesterday afternoon must have agreed with her for her skin was milky white, clear and sensuously soft-looking, and her cheeks were slightly rosy, even though she had just risen from bed. It was too bad, she thought mournfully, that she would have to return to her dependence on masturbation with nothing but the memory of yesterday afternoon to excite her. Perhaps, when her next scheduled weekly "early bedtime" with Alex arrived, she would even appreciate her husband, after a whole week of abstinence.
But, for now, just the recollection of the handsome teenager sent a little thrill of pleasure through her, making her nipples harden and tingle. But no, she had already decided that she was not going to think about that ... for a while anyway. She had plenty of housework to catch up on after yesterday afternoon's excitement. Still, though, she enjoyed tantalizing herself with remembrances of the boy's strong suntanned body, his animal lust and the amazing way that, despite his youth and inexperience, he had driven her almost mad with desire. She had been truly grateful that Alex had not made any sexual overtures in bed last night, because she had been exhausted by Kenny; and then, too, in the very back of her mind, she knew that something just might happen and she might land up in bed again with the virile teenager. She was determined not to let anything like that happen, and yet honesty did make her admit the possibility.
She walked down the stairs and through the parlor to the kitchen, noticing on the way that there were already a few boys playing out in the field beside the house. It was a bit earlier than they usually came, but she was intent on making herself some breakfast and so did not really notice the oddity of the hour. In fact, in spite of her resolution to behave herself, she had to admit she was a bit flattered to see them there so early. Kenny had said that his friends often stayed around the headmaster's house just so that they could get a glimpse of Laura. For a moment, she even toyed with the idea of going outside later in the day, perhaps to pick some of the late-blooming chrysanthemums around the house, but just as quickly, she discarded the notion. After what had happened yesterday afternoon, she knew it would be foolish of her to tempt fate again. She knew now that she could not trust her body not to betray her in the presence of at least one of the young students.
A few moments later, she brought her coffee into the parlor and sat down on the couch to smoke her morning cigarette. She had been gazing out the window for several minutes before she realized that the half dozen boys outside were not really playing, as they had been yesterday, but instead, were just standing around talking with each other. Her curiosity aroused, the beautiful brunette watched the group outside a little more closely and realized with a start that one of the boys was gesturing toward the house. All the other students looked in the direction of Hilltop House, laughed, then quickly bent their heads together in conversation again.
The seemingly innocent gesture had filled Laura with a sudden fear. Had Kenny told his friends about yesterday afternoon, after all? She tried to banish the frightening thought from her mind, but it would not go. Suddenly, it seemed to her that she had been absolutely stupid to think that the handsome teenager would keep her secret. Why should he? For a moment, she considered calling Alex right that minute to confess what she had done, before he heard about it from someone else. Then, she quickly reconsidered. All she had to do was deny anything that Kenny said, she reasoned to herself. Surely, there were always silly rumors running around an all-boy school, so why would anyone believe this. Had she not allowed the boy to use her body yesterday afternoon, Laura would never have believed that she herself would do such a thing. So, why should anyone else listen to such an absurd story?
Still, her hand was shaking as she picked up her coffee cup and she had to put it back down before the dark, steamy liquid splashed over onto the couch. Her stomach felt as though someone had tied it up in knots and she wondered how she could have ever been so foolish as to trust to a teenaged boy's discretion. She remembered all the stories she had heard in her own high school days about how the boys discussed their conquests in the shower room after physical education classes and, with a sinking heart, she realized how much more gossip there must be when the students all slept together in a big dormitory, as they did at Hilltop Academy.
Suddenly, all the guilt and fear she had managed to suppress since yesterday afternoon came to a head in her mind and she put her cup and saucer down on the floor and walked over to Alex's liquor cabinet. Though she seldom drank at all, certainly never in the daytime, she reached inside and pulled out the crystal decanter that held her husband's best brandy. Hoping that it would help to calm her nerves and make her think a little more clearly, she pulled out the stopper and tilted the bottle to her lips. She closed her eyes and took a small sip, feeling the hot liquid burning all the way down to her empty stomach. It made her feel slightly sick until she thought of the group of boys outside the house and she lifted the bottle up to take a greater swallow. She almost coughed it up but with a supreme effort, managed to hold it down. A moment later, she was rewarded by a faint light-headedness that swirled through her and she raised the decanter again to take one more mouthful of the soothing fluid.
The warm liquid wafted lazily through her bloodstream, relaxing her and making her feel less afraid. She put the decanter away and strolled back to the couch, feeling a little guilty for drinking the expensive liquor, but grateful that the paralyzing fear she had felt was no longer present. In fact, the warm glow that was spreading over her body was making her feel almost sleepy and she slipped down onto the couch, barely noticing the youths had moved even closer to her house before her eyelids drooped down and she drifted into a light slumber.
Her lovely face broke into a peaceful smile as Laura dreamed that Kenny was once again with her, sharing the big overstuffed velvet sofa. He was holding her and kissing her passionately when the sound of the doorbell chimes drifted into her drowsy consciousness. In her dream, she felt no fear of discovery and she sleepily mumbled, "No ... no ... go away ... can't you see I'm busy ... "
But the doorbell kept ringing and Laura suddenly awakened with a jerk as she realized that someone was actually at her front door. She jumped up from the couch and hurried to the hallway, quickly smoothing her hair that had become disarranged as she dozed. Still feeling a little dizzy from the alcohol she had drunk only a few moments earlier, she pulled open the front door, sleepily wondering who in the world would be calling on her at this time of day.
Outside, on the doorstep, stood a man that Laura vaguely remembered having met somewhere. She tried to remember, but the brandy had blurred her mind.
"Good morning, Mrs. Wendell," the smiling man greeted her. He held out a letter toward her and said, "Kenny Lawrence asked me to bring this up to you."
"W-what?" the beautiful housewife asked in confusion. Her gaze dropped to the envelope, then went back to the man's face. "I ... I don't understand."
"It's your mail, Mrs. Wendell," he explained smoothly. "Kenny told me that you expected someone to bring it up everyday. Would you like me to put it where Kenny put it yesterday?"
A spasm of fear shot through Laura's curvaceous body as she heard the man's words, but she resolved to try to bluff her way out of the frightening situation. Drawing her robe tightly around her, she angrily snapped, "Who are you and what in the world are you talking about?"
"I'm David Shelby, the senior English teacher," the balding man said seriously. "And I'm talking about something that concerns you and Kenny and me-and possibly your husband. May I come in, Mrs. Wendell?"
Laura knew that her bluff had been a failure and, too shocked by his reference to Alex to do anything, she let the door slide unresisting from her hands as he pushed past her into the hallway. She hesitantly closed it behind him and led him into the parlor.
"How ... how did you find out?" she asked nervously, blushing a little as she wondered how much the man knew of what had happened yesterday afternoon.
"I don't believe that's important right now," Shelby answered, coolly brushing aside her question. "The fact is-I do know. Now, what are you going to do about this, Mrs. Wendell, or rather, what are we going to do about keeping this information from the ears of your husband?"
"I don't know what you mean...." Laura said as calmly as she could, under the circumstances.
"Well, I'm sure you understand exactly what I mean," he said with a half smile, his eyes falling to her knee that protruded from the unbuttoned lower half of her robe. "In fact, I'm certain that you would be happy to do anything I might ask to keep your husband from knowing about your little escapade with that handsome young student."
Dave Shelby casually lowered himself into a chair, ignoring the fact that Laura had not asked him to be seated. When he had decided to come to Hilltop House, he had not been certain of what he would say to the headmaster's wife, but now he could see that everything was going smoothly. He let his eyes wander over the slim, well-rounded body of the woman on the couch before him. She was even better looking than Kenny had said and that made his whole plan even more enjoyable. In fact, he decided that he might even take a little piece of the action for himself, as well as handing Laura's body around to his best students. He could already see the contempt she held for him in her eyes and nothing would please him more than watching it crumble slowly to a glassy-eyed helpless desire as he plunged his cock deep into that white little belly of hers. And, he thought, if he could make her beg for it, then so much better for the boys. After all, this was supposed to be a reward for good scholarship and it might as well be the best possible. He was just sorry that her fuddy-duddy old husband couldn't be present for the first "presentation ceremony." Yes, after the disappointment he had felt yesterday afternoon, Shelby could think of nothing more pleasant than ramming his prick into this beautiful woman in full view of her doddering, narrow-minded old husband.
"I am waiting for the details, Mr. Shelby," Laura said drily, mustering her courage for whatever lay ahead. She held an outward calm now by sheer force of will, but deep inside, her stomach was churning like a whirlpool. She just couldn't believe that her mistake had caught up with her so quickly and yet, it was obvious that it had. She trembled nervously at the idea of Alex's hearing about what she had done. There was no way out. She knew she would have to go along with this disgusting man. She remembered him now. She had met him momentarily at the teachers' party, but had not had a chance to speak with him then. And, she wasn't certain, but she thought that Alex had said something about a conversation with the man. She was sorry now that she had been so preoccupied at the dinner table last night.
"Do you agree to do whatever I say?" Shelby said softly, knowing that he had already won the battle.
Though her mind was racing as she desperately searched for a way to avoid the man's blackmail, she knew it was hopeless. At last, she swallowed hard and nodded.
"All right, Mrs. Wendell," he began, the smile fading from his face as he settled down to the business at hand. "It is very simple. I want to have you available to me, one day a month for the rest of the school year. On that day, you will do anything I wish. Understand?"
"But, that's nine days!" Laura cried, shocked at his demand. She had expected to be subjected to this man's desires and she had prepared herself to suffer them, to keep Alex from knowing what she had done. "You can't hold this over my head for that long," she pleaded. "It's inhuman."
"Mrs. Wendell, this letter is ready to mail to your husband," Shelby announced, holding up the letter he had brought into the house. "Do you think your husband will be any more understanding in March than he is in September?"
Laura thought for a moment of leaping up and snatching the already addressed envelope from the teacher's hand, then realized that he would only have to write another letter to Alex. She collapsed back into the cushions of the couch on which she sat and felt grateful for the dulling, conscious-killing effect of the alcohol she had drunk earlier. She considered going to pour herself another drink, but suddenly realized that she didn't need one. Her brain was whirling and her muscles felt sluggish as she unhappily thought about Shelby's demands.
Once again, she nodded her head submissively to his harsh requirements, then shivered in revulsion as she felt his hands gently touch her half-bared thighs. Through her slightly blurred vision, she could see the top of Shelby's balding head bent over her thighs. She shut her eyes tightly as she felt his palms slowly pushing her knees apart and slide hotly up the inner softness of her naked thighs under her robe. She jerked involuntarily as they slipped downward to caress the baby-soft inner sides, moving butterfly-like across the sensitive white flesh. Shelby's breath was coming in short, hard gasps as his fingers made contact with the fleshy, hair-lined lips and Laura groaned helplessly as his fingers teased over them, pushing the soft outer flanges into the thin quivering slit of her vagina. He played gently, his fingers pulling teasingly at the soft dark pubic hair that curled in the narrow crevice between her thighs.
His index finger slipped suddenly between the outer lips and flicked teasingly at the moist red opening beneath, bringing another protesting groan from her throat. Laura had never felt so humiliated in her life as she did now, paying an absolute stranger for silence with her body. She could see Shelby's face on a level with the couch, his eyes peering greedily up her robe. She could feel his gaze feasting lewdly on the secret parts between her legs that, despite her indiscretion yesterday afternoon, really belonged to her husband and no one else. It just didn't seem fair that after four years of frustration, one afternoon of exquisite pleasure should become her downfall. Tears streamed in tiny rivulets down her beautiful face as the helplessness of her position leaped through her confused mind. She struggled to sit upright, determined to stop the lewd outrages this man was planning to visit upon her unwilling body, but the sudden sight of the small white envelope sitting on the chair Shelby had just left choked back the sounds of protest rising in her throat.
There was no escape-she had gotten herself into this and there was only one way she could get herself out of it. That was to give in to this snide disgusting man's demands until she had fulfilled her end of the bargain. And even then, she would have to trust him to keep his side of the agreement.
She shut her eyes again as his hands pushed the hem of her robe to her hips, drawing the smooth nylon over her voluptuous, rounded hips and thighs to expose the whole of her soft, down-covered crotch. Then, she felt him unbuttoning the front of her robe and sigh in obscene appreciation as the large, firm spheres of her breasts appeared. She tried not to cringe from his touch as she tried to imagine what this man would try to make her do in payment for his silence.
"I'm so glad you're so beautiful," Shelby exclaimed happily. "It makes this all so much more pleasant. Of course, I might not be as young and handsome as your Kenny, but don't worry I'm sure you're going to be satisfied by what I have in mind for today."
Laura's eyes opened wide in dismay as she heard his words. What terrible things was he going to force upon her today? Before her thoughts could go any further, however, Shelby leaned over and planted his lips on the tips of her breasts, sucking and nibbling at the rosy nipples until they began to harden in spite of her revulsion. Nervous beads of sweat began to roll from the English teacher's face as his palms glided unimpeded over the firm contours, cupping and kneading them brutally until Laura cried out from the pain and humiliation.
"Now, take your robe off, Mrs. Wendell," Shelby suddenly commanded her in a blunt tone, enjoying the complete power he held over the beautiful woman. He savored the slight tinge of fear he saw building in her eyes. He knew that he had caught her at just the right moment this morning and that she hadn't expected him to be so bold about his blackmail. It was marvelous to have the power that he had so recently gained by his conversation with Kenny last night. He had been laughed at and humiliated so many times while teaching at this school that it was going to be a real joy paying a little of it back to the wife of the headmaster that had disparaged his ideas. Besides wanting a better education for the students, he had a score to settle with the school and he was starting to settle it today. He was through being the "intellectual nut" of Hilltop Academy, a scapegoat for the others to use to quench their need for someone to blame the problems of the world on. From now on, he would show them how to solve those petty problems of theirs.
"That's fine," he murmured as Laura dropped her only garment to the floor and stood before him completely naked. She had never felt so exposed in her life and again the burning wave of shame washed through her in spite of her vow to save her aging husband from the awful truth at any cost or humiliation. Nausea rose as she felt Shelby's fingers petting and fondling at her soft, yielding flesh, the harshness of his digging fingers leaving white, bloodless prints in their searching trail. Tears welled in her dark eyes as he pushed her back on the sofa. She fell passively, beyond resistance now and thinking only of the innocuous-looking envelope that sat menacingly on the chair across the room.
She expected the man to immediately take off his clothes and attack her, but instead he moved away from the couch with a strange, secret smile on his face. She saw him look briefly out the window, then move toward the back of the house.
"Where ... where are you going?" she asked breathlessly, afraid to anger him and yet more frightened of what he might have in mind.
"Oh, I'm just going to get the rest of our little party," Dave Shelby, chuckled. "We're going to have a time today, Mrs. Wendell. Tell me, have you ever taken on more than one man at a time?"
Laura's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. This vile man expected her to submit to not only himself, but other people as well! The thought of the letter slipped from her mind and she turned to him with hatred flashing from her eyes.
"Are you crazy? I won't do it! It's sick, do you hear? You need a whore and I'm not a whore, Mr. Shelby!" Tears streamed from her eyes as she spat her contempt out at him, her naked body quivering in shame and frustration.
"We have a bargain, Mrs. Wendell. Have you forgotten already?" he chortled softly, knowing it was just a matter of time before she submitted to his demands. He was enjoying the game he was playing with her. It was so much more exciting than if she had given in immediately. He had never had a woman in a position like this before but he could tell already that this woman's very pride would be her downfall.
"Perhaps you would like me to just leave and we can have two days this month to pay me back for the inconvenience of wasting all this time today? Would you rather we did that?" he asked smoothly with a vindictive smile, then glanced pointedly at the white envelope that rested on the nearby chair.
"No, please, don't go!" she blurted in horror at the idea of having to give up another day to this man. "But, you said that I only had to do what you wanted. You promised, you promised, if I just pleased you."
"What pleases me is for you to do exactly as I say, Mrs. Wendell. Don't worry, I'll be right here to watch and see that you make everyone happy."
"How ... how many are there going to be ...?" Fear and revulsion began growing in her unbelieving mind that he was going to turn her helpless body into nothing more than ... than a-a gang fuck!
"No more than you can take on at one time; Mrs. Wendell," Shelby answered with a small smile, cruelly adding, "You can't wear it out, you know."
Laura lay silently on the couch, unable to speak for the shame and humiliation of the helpless position she was in. She wanted to grab her robe off the floor to cover herself, but she knew it would only make her blackmailer angry with her. She closed her eyes but she could still feel his gaze burning into the flesh of her exposed genitals. Instinctively she clamped her legs tightly together and drew them up, attempting to hide her secret pubic area from his eyes.
"Did you know that, Mrs. Wendell?" the man taunted her again. When she didn't answer, he sat down on the edge of the sofa and reached over to her bare thigh, running his fingernails along the inner softness. Suddenly, he pinched hard, making a red welt rise beneath his fingers.
"Ooooooh, nooooo, please don't," Laura pleaded, her eyes springing wide open from the pain. "Please stop. It hurts. It hurts!"
"When I ask you a question you should answer me," Shelby said mockingly. "You belong to me now ... one day a month for the next nine months. It will go much easier if you cooperate with me."
"I'll tell my husband, I swear I will," she suddenly cried out. "I don't care if he knows about Kenny ... I can't do it!" Great tears of self-pity rolled out from her tightly-clenched eyes as her mind rebelled against the idea of having to serve this man for nine days over the entire school year.
"My dear, perhaps your husband wouldn't mind, but what would it do to his career if the school's owners should hear about your promiscuous conduct with the students." he said, looking at her coldly. He did not intend to have his plans spoiled now. Time was passing quickly and he did not want any embarrassing outbursts from this woman in front of his students. He calmly lit a cigarette, watching her from the corner of his eyes. Laura stared back at him, but he could see that she was no longer so confident. "Well, Mrs. Wendell," he jibed again. "Do you think your husband is ready to retire yet?"
Laura stared at him dully, all hope gone. Her brief moment of independence had been nothing more than an exercise in futility and now she wanted nothing more than to be finished with the ordeal coming.
"Mr. Shelby," she said wearily, her voice flat with resignation. "Would you mind if I had a drink first?"
"Of course not," he answered jubilantly. "I was going to suggest it for you. Where is the liquor-I'll get it for you. I'm glad you're finally being sensible."
Laura lay miserably on the couch as Shelby walked over to the cabinet she had pointed out. Shelby's last threat was the thing that had made up her mind. Alex had told her many times that he wanted to continue working until he was sixty-five, years and years from now. He had retired from the military only because he had found this position as headmaster at Hilltop Academy and, if he lost it, Laura knew he would never forgive her. There was nothing she could do now but submit.
The English teacher glanced furtively back at the naked reclining woman, then reached into the pocket of his tweed jacket to remove a tiny jar. He had not been certain he would need the contents of the little bottle, but now he decided to add a pinch of the aphrodisiac to her drink. He had bought it from a sailor years before and knew it worked because he had experimented on several of his girlfriends. Now, he whistled softly to himself as he thought of how thrilled his prize students would be at the sight of the headmaster's young wife's drugged sexual reaction. It would certainly please them more than seeing her merely going through the motions out of fear for her husband's job.
He quickly poured a glass of thick cherry cordial to mask the drug's taste, then added a few pinches of the lust-producing powder. He put quite a bit in the little glass, but then, he thought, there were quite a few boys to be handled today. After all, what man or boy wanted a piece of limp pussy underneath him, especially when it was a reward for an outstanding academic accomplishment. This would put some fire into the headmaster's wife. Her hot little ass would fuck back as it probably never had under the old man's cock and never would again, except for their little monthly "award ceremonies." He smiled to himself as he picked up the glass and walked back to the naked woman on the couch.
Laura stared at the deep red liqueur Shelby had poured for her and remembered that she had not told him that she wanted brandy. Then, she glanced at the letter that still rested on the chair across the room and took a deep swallow of the sweet drink. Its warmth coursed through her emotion-wracked body, a welcome tranquilizer after the agonizing humiliation of having to bargain with this man. After the hopeless battle of wits, it was almost a relief to be able to surrender. She had done all that she could possibly do to avoid the inevitable and now she could no longer be reckoned responsible for what was about to happen to her. She had no choice.
"Please put that letter away, Mr. Shelby," Laura said quietly. "I won't forget you have it."
The English teacher shrugged and slipped the letter into his pocket beside the vial of aphrodisiac powder. He could detect a note of fatalistic acceptance in the woman's voice. His threats and the letter had worked even better than he had hoped. He had expected more of a struggle from her, but was relieved that it hadn't materialized. Now, it was too late. With the amount of aphrodisiac he had placed in her drink, it would be all he could do to hold her away from the students in a few moments. He was looking forward to seeing her go under the effect of the exotic drug. He had seen it before, but the other women, his girlfriends, had all been more than willing. It was going to be a fascinating and exciting thing to see this stubborn, angry woman turned into a mindless, sex-crazed mass of flesh before his eyes.
Laura drained the glass and lay back on the couch, hoping that she might pass out from the amount of alcohol she had drunk. She had never drunk this much at one time before and she knew that she had an embarrassing tendency to drop off to sleep when she imbibed too much alcohol. But sleep did not come. She waited expectantly for the liquor to do its work, praying that she would not be conscious to see the strange men Dave Shelby had brought to use her body.
The teacher hovered over her prostrate form as though he too were waiting for something. Then, suddenly, they both jumped a little as a light knocking was heard at the back door in the kitchen.
"Ah, they're here," he said delightedly, looking down at the stricken Laura as though she too should be overjoyed that his plan was working out.
Then, Shelby's face sobered for a moment and he significantly patted one of the pockets of his sport coat.
"Remember, if you give me any trouble while they're here, this letter will be in your husband's office tomorrow morning."
Laura nodded wordlessly. There was no doubt in her mind that this man would do exactly as he said. There was no mercy in his expression and, after her stupidity yesterday afternoon, Laura did not really feel that she deserved anything better than what was about to happen. She had betrayed her husband and now she was helpless in her guilt.
CHAPTER 5
Laura lay trembling on the brown velvet couch, feeling the shame of her infidelity surrounding her like a dark cloud. She was afraid that cloud might be following her for the rest of her life, no matter how hard she might try to evade it. And now her guilt was going to be compounded by other men, complete strangers who were going to use her body as they pleased, invade her defenseless flesh with their hard penis and use her as nothing more than a living receptacle in which to spew their lewd sperm. She was a whore, nothing better, selling her body like a common slut to preserve her marriage.
The click of the back door closing penetrated through her thoughts and she wondered for a moment who Shelby's friends might be. She shuddered in terror from the idea that they might be men she could meet any day in the nearby village and again prayed desperately for the alcohol to deaden her mind and body to what was going to happen. The very idea that she might see one of the men after letting them use her body today was almost more humiliation than she could bear and she was considering running away, no matter what the consequences, when she heard a voice.
"Gee, Shel, what's going on? Is the headmaster going to give us our awards for good grades? How come we had to come to the back way?"
Laura barely heard the teacher's reply through her own state of shock. The voices had not come from men, but boys. Dave Shelby had obviously brought up some of the students to take the payment for her silence. The very thought of their young male bodies sent a little quiver of excitement through Laura, but then common sense told her that this was even worse than if he had brought men from the village. If one student had gotten her into the trouble she was in right now, then how much more trouble would she be in with more of the young males?
Not even wanting to consider the answer to her own question, Laura leapt to her feet and was about to pick up her robe when Shelby reentered the living room. Behind him stood five boys, their eyes wide with surprise as they saw the beautiful brunette's naked body.
"Holy crap, Shel! Is this our scholarship award?" a slender dark-haired boy said with a laugh, obviously thinking that the teacher was playing some sort of trick on him and his friends. "Wow, you can bet I'll be doing my homework every night from now on!"
"That's the whole point, guys," Shelby announced dramatically. "She is your scholarship award and now you know why I told you to keep your mouths shut about this."
"Wow, yeah!" a shorter, blonde-haired boy chimed in, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Geez, if old man Wendell ever knew you got this dame up in his house, he'd blow a gasket!"
Laura blushed at the boy's disparaging reference to her. They probably thought that she was a whore Shelby had hired to reward them and in a way, they were absolutely right. She was a whore for the teacher ... one day a month for the next nine months. The thought only compounded Laura's humiliation and she fought to hold back the hot tears of embarrassment and shame that threatened to overflow her eyes.
"The hell with old man Wendell and let's get to it," a huge, hulking boy said from the back of the group. Though the other youths all looked lively and intelligent, this one spoke slowly and looked almost stupid.
Shelby caught Laura looking curiously at the youth and moved beside her. "That's 'Shorty' McGraw, Mrs. Wendell. As you have probably noticed, he is not exactly college material, but he's been trying very hard to make good grades so I let him come with us today," he explained in an undertone.
The beautiful housewife stared at the teacher. "Do you mean that you are letting these boys do it to me just because they got good grades in English?" she asked incredulously. "Is that what all your blackmail has been for? Why, that's the most insane thing I've ever heard of!"
"That's what your husband said too," Shelby murmured coolly. "But we'll see how it works. I'm willing to take odds that I have the best class in the school next grade period."
"You're crazy, absolutely mad!" Laura whispered as she slid back down to the couch. She was completely confused and she was certain that she was also beginning to feel the effects of the drinks she had taken. She looked up and saw the boys all staring hungrily at her unclothed body, young lust gleaming dully from their eyes. She was vaguely aware of her heart pounding fearfully in her chest and once again she wondered why the alcohol was not making her sleep as it usually did.
"Why don't you studs take your clothes off, while I get the lady warmed up a little?" the English teacher suggested to the wide-eyed youths as he bent over to gently stroke Laura's soft white belly.
At first, the beautiful brunette felt her flesh crawl at the man's touch as she again sought in her brain for a means of escape or pleading words that might reach him, but then, something strange happened. A deep, thrilling electric-like shock tingled through the frayed nerve ends of her body like a million tiny pin-pricks, and she struggled to choke back the groans of pleasure that rose in her throat as his hand moved upward to caress the fullness of her firm right breast.
"There, you see, Mrs. Wendell. It isn't going to be so bad, now is it?" Shelby whispered to her with a knowing smile. Laura merely lay immobile beneath his teasing fingers, staring up at him in shock as the delicious prickling sensation continued to torment her entire being. Her buttocks began to grind desperately into the mattress to quench a searing hot flame that was suddenly licking hungrily at her nakedness, while her mind struggled hopelessly to overcome the paths of indescribable sensation that followed the path of his hand.
Shelby grinned and played cruelly on, perfectly aware of the desperate battle that was raging within the body of the headmaster's wife. The palms of his hands flat against the softness of her inner thighs, he slowly pried them wide apart. Then, he moved his hands upward to the fleshy hair-lined lips of her vagina and carefully drew them outward. Laura lay with bated breath, fighting the temptation to surrender with all the strength she could command.
It was not enough. Weakened by the alcohol and incited by the lust-producing powder Shelby had poured into her drink, Laura groaned from deep in her chest as her resistance fell away. A sheet of white hot fire flashed over her skin as the air rushed over the rising bud of her exposed clitoris. It seared up over her flatly quivering belly and out into the tightening nipples of her throbbing breasts, turning to ashes the debasing humiliation of her situation. The tensed muscles of her thighs relaxed and her legs fell loosely apart. She looked around her in a suddenly inflamed half-stupor and watched dazedly as the boys moved closer, encircling the couch. They began to unbuckle their belts, letting their trousers slide down their legs, their stiff shafts of varying sizes meeting her eyes wherever she looked.
"Hey, Bobby, you do her first," someone cried out. "Let's really see her get hot!"
The short, blonde boy who had called Laura a "dame" grinned and stepped toward the couch as Shelby moved back. Laura trembled in excitement as she saw the long, thin prick that jutted out from the boy's dangling shirt tails and, almost insane with the aphrodisiac that coursed through her veins, she opened her legs wide, pointing the excitedly drenched hair-lined slit of her cunt directly at the lewdly grinning youth.
He lost no time in tearing the rest of the clothes from his pudgy body, then slid to his knees on the floor in front of the couch, crouching on all fours before the white moving body, pushing her unresisting ivory thighs wider apart. He moved closer, his knees pressing between her ankles and his face panting a few inches above the hair-covered vee of her open crotch. His mouth watered as his eyes looked down on it rotating sensuously, expectantly, just below his lips. Saliva dribbled from his chin, mixing with her juices in the delicious narrow split that started at the bottom of the smooth white belly and trailed down through the creamy globes of her buttocks pressed tightly into the brown velvet couch cushions.
Through half-shut eyes, Laura watched the young student crouching between her open legs. She could feel her passion mounting as she felt his soft palms pushing against her thighs, holding them wide apart. She felt as though she would scream with the agony of waiting if he didn't hurry, and she watched with bated breath as his head lowered slowly down toward the furry mound of pubic hair below her belly.
"Aaaaaaaggggh!" she cried, jerking slightly as his hot moist lips closed over the soft mound of her sex. She could see the boy's golden hair bobbing over her dark fleece as he planted wet tickling kisses on the still closed opening, his tongue flicking teasingly at the quivering opening.
It was so unbelievably good to her. Alex hadn't done this since she could remember and she had almost forgotten what it felt like. Now, with this cherubic young boy showering kisses on her waiting vagina, she felt as though she were about to lose her mind. Laura's hand moved sensuously down over her throbbing breasts and slid slowly down her smooth, flat stomach, coming to rest on either side of Bobby's lips. Her long fingers stroked softly for a moment at the flexing hollows of her inner thighs, then, slowly spread the fleshy hair-lined lips of the moist wet furrow apart, allowing the boy's hungry devouring lips complete access to her most secret being.
Her elbows were pressed tightly against the ribs and her head lolled from side to side on the pillow as the hot tongue shot out, its soft flicking tip circling the quivering erected clitoris. The boy sucked, drawing the warm soft folds of her vagina deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, as his tongue continued its maddening licking against the straining pink bud of her clitoris. Through the haze of her passion, Laura barely distinguished the satisfied smile of the older man, Dave Shelby, grinning down from among the sea of faces above her and she clenched her eyes tightly shut, while the whirlpools of sensation shooting almost out of control in her loins built to even greater heights. She groaned huskily from deep in her throat as the hot probing tongue worked its way up and down the length of the narrow wet slit, starting at the lower belly and sliding down, down over the clasping opening of her hungry vagina and into the crevice of her flexing buttocks where it stopped momentarily to do a wet probing homage to the tight brown throbbing hole nestled below. At the strange new feeling, Laura's hips ground uncontrollably into the squeaking couch and soft mewling animal sounds escaped pitifully from between her passion-clenched teeth.
Shelby watched delightedly as the boy licked and sucked hungrily between the beautiful woman's widely spread thighs, the soft wet pubic hair dragging damply across his rosy cheeks. The sight filled the English teacher with a feeling of power. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever expected to see the headmaster's wife in such a position, being used as an instrument to further Shelby's own ideas. He could tell that the woman was squirming under the boy's tongue, loving it, and her groans drove the boy the work faster up and down her hot steaming slit. Shelby had never seen anyone get that hot, so fast, not even with the passion powder and it was making his own prick hard just to watch.
The teacher knew that Laura was in too deep now to be able to argue about anything he wanted to do to her and he began to imagine all the weird erotic things he and the boys could do to her in the months to come.
He chuckled obscenely as he saw Laura's hands desperately clawing at Bobby's soft blond hair, guiding his face closer to the palpitating opening of her cunt. In response to his teacher's snicker, the blond boy winked up at Shelby, then ran his tongue into the soft -rimmed flesh, flicking playfully at it for a moment-then quickly withdrawing it to tease again around the throbbing ragged pink edges of her hungrily sucking pussy.
Laura groaned in frustration and grasped the boy's head, pressing his mouth directly over the tight little hole in her squirming crotch. His lips rounded and covered the clasping, hungry opening, then he thrust his tongue deep down into the warmth inside, bringing a low throaty cry from the older woman whose thighs convulsed on either side of his head.
Bobby felt the warm wet flesh slipping moistly over his long, extended tongue as the walls of Laura's vagina opened and closed in a sucking motion, as though it were attempting to pull him deeper and deeper into its dark velvety depths. It felt as though the nibbling hair-rimmed mouth would pull his tongue out by the roots as her heels pushed down against his back, pressing his young body between her thighs until he couldn't breathe. His nose was smashed tightly against the tiny hard clitoris above, breathing in the sweet odor of the lust juices that were flowing from her pussy, while his tongue licked on and on, moving from vagina to tiny puckered rectal hole and back again with complete freedom.
Laura felt her blood beginning to boil as she completely surrendered to the intense delight of the boy's ministrations. Her soft inner body was crying for fulfillment, fulfillment she so seldom found. She raised her desire-drenched loins to him, her only desire the submission to his slightest whim and ground her throbbing, widespread cunt against the blond boy's face, revelling to the bottom of her soul with the insane throes of lustful enchantment. Every muscle in her body was tensed as she strained her hips upward toward that maddening probe between her legs. She didn't know why but this was even better than what had happened yesterday with Kenny ... It was exquisitely better than anything before in her life.
Laura's response seemed to incite the blond boy further and his tongue licked gluttonously at her flame-seared hole as her updrawn legs spasmodically opened and closed around the tormenting head. Her lips bared back from her teeth and the cords of her neck stood out as she pulled with all her strength against the boy's yellow hair.
"Oooooooooooh! Aaaaaah!" she groaned ecstatically as she felt her orgasm approaching. Desperate for release, she shamelessly splayed her legs wider and wider apart as she writhed-and twitched, faint mewls of passion rising from deep in her throat in animalistic abandon.
But, then, suddenly, the boy's licking between her thighs stopped and Laura's eyes opened wide in frustration and shock. Above her she saw the blond Bobby standing up again and, beside him, Dave Shelby tearing off his trousers. Hurry, you bastard, hurry, raced through her tortured mind as she desperately ground her inflamed buttocks down into the cushions. Suddenly forgotten was the incriminating letter, the fears of humiliation. She needed only one thing now-a cock! Laura's passion was beyond caring now who fucked her. All she cared about was finding a man with a hardened cock to soothe her blazing pussy. That was the only thing in the world that mattered to her now and she felt as though she would go crazy if she had to wait much longer.
Even as her mind fought the remembrance of Shelby's heartless blackmail, her legs kicked out uncontrollably and her slender ankles curled around his hips as the teacher climbed onto the couch between her thighs. But Shelby had no intention of being rushed by her driving need. His penis had been incited to a hardness he could barely control and yet he was determined to give the headmaster's beautiful young wife a fuck she would remember all her life. He grinned in satisfaction as he saw below him Laura's drugged body writhing hungrily on the couch.
Laura's eyes were glazed in frightened uncontrollable desire. Her body was caught up in a vortex of naked raw lust that she had never known before and the wish for unconsciousness had entirely faded. She wanted to feel. She wanted to feel the beautiful sensation of a man fucking into her. She wanted her belly filled with great pools of cum and to feel its warmth all over her lust-maddened flesh. Still, the English teacher teased her by holding his body suspended over her, just out of her reach. In desperation, she thrust her tightly-clenched ass up toward his thick hard prick in a lewd invitation to spur him to greater speed.
Shelby watched her for a moment, his eyes bulging slightly at the exciting spectacle of this beautiful woman gone mad with desire, then knew that he too could stand it no longer. With a low groan, he grabbed her flailing legs behind the knees and shoved them roughly back over her shoulders, slithering up her sweat-soaked body at the same time. His gleaming, stone hard cock brushed thrillingly against her wet, matted pubic hair as he planted his hands solidly on either side of Laura's shoulders, locking her ankles tight behind his neck.
Shelby looked down between them and could see the expanded narrow slit visibly throbbing its lips as he held the moist wet furrow wide apart by the pressure of his thighs pressed tightly up against her. He could see her straining upward but the weight of his body held her away from the cock she wanted so desperately to sink into her hot quivering pussy.
Laura could feel the thick fleshy rod resting against her pubic mound, pulsating against her quivering open slit. The hotly throbbing head pressed against the soft flesh of her inner thigh, lurching spasmodically closer to her needing vagina, but so slowly that she angrily twisted her hips toward it, trying to capture the elusive prick into the warm confines of her hungrily clasping pussy.
The soft pressure of Shelby's belly resting against hers sent new devils dancing around the rough pink edges of Laura's naked cunt as he teasingly maneuvered to keep his cock away from her starving cunt. At last, she could not bear the waiting any longer and with a soft grunt, she jerked forward wildly, grasping his buttocks to pull him onto her heaving body. The thick blood-filled head drove straight into her throbbing-pussy, his weight smashing her with a deep moan far down into the mattress.
Her face contorted with shock as the heavy, rock-hard shaft of flesh sunk all the way to the hilt and she felt his balls slap tightly against her ass. The impalement had been sudden and brutal and now she fought back the tiny whimpers that rose to her lips. She wanted this cock; she needed it desperately and knew that the pain would soon disappear.
Shelby held still above the groaning woman, savoring the spectacle of the headmaster's wife completely skewered on his lust-hardened cock, the thick hard rod of flesh buried deep in her white, hungrily contracting little belly. He wished again that her husband could have been present to see his lovely wife spread-eagled beneath the "intellectual nut." And that "nut" was going to fuck her until she screamed and yelled for more.
Laura squirmed impatiently beneath the motionless man as the agony of his sudden blunt entry receded and her passion returned in even greater force. She could not remember ever being so hot before in her life and yet, she did not have time to question that now. She wanted to be fucked, to still the screaming desire that was making her loins quiver around Shelby's motionless cock. She flexed her crotch muscles tightly together in attempt to excite the English teacher and make him fuck into her, but though the stiff, blunt cock seemed to burrow deeper and deeper into her greedily demanding passageway, still he did not move. The walls of her starving cunt rippled around the buried prick, gently massaging its fleshy ridges, clamping and releasing rhythmically around it until she almost thought she felt the hard rubbery tip pulse in response deep in her belly. The pungent odor of her own desire wafted up to her nostrils, mingling in a strange marriage with the feeling of the throbbing cock inside her. It all seemed to roll together into a great fiery ball of aching hunger for more. Her cunt contracted more powerful as the wanton lascivious thoughts raced through her mind.
"Oh, for God's sake, fuck me! Fuck me, pleeeeeease!" she screamed in frustration. But above her the teacher only smiled sadistically and waited.
Shelby had waited for this, hovering motionless over Laura's prostrate form until she finally begged to be fucked by the very man who had placed her in this humiliating situation. In reward for her plea he flexed his penis gently, expanding it inside her, but still not moving his body.
"Ooooh," she whimpered breathlessly as the beginnings of ecstasy began to build again in her body.
He cruelly waited a moment-, then flexed again, watching the lovely face below. Her mouth hung limply open and her eyes were tightly shut as she fought to draw all the sensation she could from the tiny movement.
"Ooooooooooh, oh, yesssss!" she crooned as he flexed again and again, setting a slow measured rhythm to his throbs. He watched her nostrils flare and felt her answering throbs around his rampant prick. Soft mewling sounds of pleasure came from her open mouth in time to his teasing ministrations.
Suddenly, he felt the throbs become more urgent around the head of his penis. The wet clasping cunt began a frantic clenching and unclenching around his pulsating cock.
Shelby did not stir, but continued the slow rhythmic throbs into the skewered woman beneath him. He could barely disguise his joy as her sounds of animal passion mounted, resounded around the dark, stodgy old room. Her hair tossed around her face as her head lolled from side to side on the couch cushion, her hips urgently rolled and gyrated beneath his impaling rod. He wanted to fuck her silly, yet he held back, clenching his teeth together with the effort as he felt her greedily nibbling, little pussy screw itself up tighter and tighter against his hair covered pelvis in an effort to suck more of his buried cock up inside of it.
Laura's body felt as though it were on fire. She almost cried in frustration at the man who was so cruelly torturing her by lying motionless with his penis sunk deep in her aching cunt.
She wanted to feel. To feel the glorious, all-consuming sensation of a man's prick sliding in and out of her starving hair-lined slit. She could feel the soft leathery sac of his balls dangling tantalizingly against the sensitive ring of her anus causing her body to jerk with anticipation. But he did nothing while she lay there, needing him so desperately to move within her clasping passageway. She almost hated him for what he was doing to her-would hate him, except that he did have a hard thick penis sunk into her wanting pussy and that was almost all she wanted in the world. In her mind, she cursed his sadistic cruelty with all the foul words that came to her lust-deranged consciousness as she insanely bucked up and down against his unmoving body, masturbating him with her cunt as she would with a hot, butter-filled fist.
Then, suddenly, she began to forget her anger and frustration as without warning, her own movements began a deeper electric tingle far up in her tortured womb. She moved a little faster and felt it seep relentlessly through the raw nerve end of her flesh, then moved more desperately, feeling it ripple through her cunt and out the fleece-lined lips, dancing like tiny points of fire over her ivory thighs, covering the full length of her wide-spread legs and sending thrilling currents down to her very toes, until they curled down over the soles of her feet. She felt the strange new excitement moving in waves over her contracting belly through her rib cage and out to explode into tiny blossoms of tingling feeling under the tips of each rosy, palpitating nipple, tightening them into hard, tiny points, sensitive even to the touch of the soft hair on Shelby's chest.
Laura moaned and gyrated her hips from side to side around the thick impaling penis, the walls of her vagina clasping in time to its rhythmic beating. It felt as though it had a heart imbedded in the palpitating head, pulsing maddeningly against her inner passage until she felt as though the rigid cock was a part of her very being. Her cunt and Shelby's prick were one mass of flesh and feeling, incorporated by her insane lust. They were one unit! That cock was part of her!
Shelby could barely hold himself in control as he felt her pelvis begin sliding up the length of his thick, stone-hard penis. The delicate strands of secret muscle inside her cunt were nibbling hungrily at the inflamed head of his prick. Between the wide-splayed thighs, her tightly-stretched inner lips would pull reluctantly away each time she slid moistly down the shaft for several inches, then hungrily devour the gleaming shaft of flesh again as she thrust her pelvis back up toward him, until her soft dark pubic hair tangled with his own and the full length of him was embedded deep in her warm white belly. He did not move, resting still above her with his palms pressed down on either side of her shoulders, his knees digging into the cushions. He let her quivering body pump up and down at will on his rampant cock that fused them together.
He could see down between them and watched each slow withdrawal, the bulk of his prick pulling soft pink ridges of moist flesh out with it as she ground her buttocks down into the cushions. He could barely hold back his gasps of lust each time she drove him back into her again, driving the soft folds back into her pussy again as the hard shining shaft was swallowed into her greedy opening. The teacher fought to hold his lust in check as she strained against him for a while, a half-crazed smile of ecstasy playing across her face. Her movements became more frantic by the moment, the cadence of her upward thrusts against him became more desperate and he saw the sinews in her shoulders and neck strain out against her ivory flesh as she writhed beneath him.
Shelby knew she was straining to cum and he nodded knowingly to the boys that surrounded them as he felt the juices of her milking vagina begin to flow around his cock. The air was filled with the wet sucking sound of the in and out sawing motion as she pumped against him, then suddenly thrust her hips up his cock, burying it deep in her belly. Her back seemed to bow a foot off the sofa, her calves ramming upward against his shoulders until he could barely keep from being thrown off the couch. She bucked insanely against him.
An endless groan wailing from her throat, Laura's entire body began to vibrate uncontrollably. Her orgasm flooded in great sensual waves of cum around the cock buried in her cunt, seeping in warm rivulets out of the vaginal lips clasped tightly around its base and down to coat the heavy, sperm-bloated balls that rested in the crevice of her ass.
The English teacher went berserk as she grunted out the last of her juices against his matted pelvis, her body still spasmodically jerking up against him. Reaching behind his neck, he grabbed her ankles and pushed them brutally back over her shoulders bending her double until the wide-spread split between her legs was presented up totally helpless to his every desire.
He withdrew the deeply imbedded instrument until just the tip of the head rested in her, then rammed forward with all the stored up bitter strength he possessed. The full throbbing length of his incited member sunk into her helplessly exposed vagina and a wet flat smack resounded through the room as his belly thudded against Laura's pelvis. He levered up again, then slammed his prick as deep as it would go into her hungry clasping pussy. His balls smacked heavily against her upturned ass and his hairy stomach bored hotly against the yielding soft flesh of her white belly as he lunged forward one more time.
But, suddenly, Laura was straining against his arms that held her pinioned to the bed and her teeth gnashed together with the effort as she struggled to change her position. Far from appeasing her, the climax she had just experienced made her want a cock even more and she fought to get more of Shelby's short thick prick. She wanted him deeper. She wanted him to sink deeper into her hot quivering cunt, but she could not move.
"Fuck deeper! Deeper, you bastard!" she cried in frustration at the bewildered English teacher.
He clapped his palms around the twin grinding cheeks of her ass and drove his cock in to the hilt. But, no matter what he did, his penis was still not long enough to satisfy the drugged, lust-maddened headmaster's wife.
As if in apology, the sweating teacher, rammed his tongue deep into her wide-open mouth, the saliva drooling down her throat. Groaning in frustration, she sucked at it in a wild frenzy, her body caught in a wild whirlpool of lust she had never imagined existed before. She splayed her legs wider out over the sides of the couch, trying to give him greater access, and his jerking cock pistoned into her mercilessly, bringing gasps of pain to her lips as his groin slammed hard against her helplessly upturned crotch. She moaned again as she realized that she was about to achieve another climax with the savage pounding of his body alone.
Then, suddenly, as she writhed out of control beneath him, she felt the pistoning cock stiffen and begin to spew its boiling white load into her tortured womb.
Laura groaned in an agony of frustration. It had been too soon, too soon. She was so close, the peak just a step away. She strained crazily for it, but the exhausted teacher's dead weight fell heavily across her still bucking body. The spent, deflating prick hung useless between her churning thighs as she angrily buffeted her fuck-wetted pelvis up against it.
Tears of fury and desperation rolled down her flushed cheeks but the soft, dangling penis limply evaded her anguished upward thrusts. Shelby rolled from her body, breathing heavily in satiation. He'd gotten his fun and now it was going to be a hell of an afternoon for his boys.
The lust-fires raged on in Laura's drugged body, even as Shelby stepped away from the sofa. She was already looking forward to the next cock, her buttocks grinding down into the sofa in hungry anticipation.
Through her haze of passion, she barely made out the face of Shelby leaning over her, grinning in satisfaction. "What is it you want, my dear?" he asked her mockingly.
"Oh God, give me someone to fuck me! Hurry, please!" she wailed. Her cunt was a steaming hot cavern now that twitched like a nerve out of control. Her muscles felt so tense that she was dimly afraid they might explode if someone didn't put a cock into her right away. She sobbed hysterically, crying for release from the torture of her need.
Then, suddenly, she gasped and held her breath. Shelby had moved back and in his place was the biggest boy she had ever seen. Her eyes travelled down his muscular naked body and her cries died in her throat as her gaze locked on the giant cock, that reared out from his sinewy belly like a third arm with a huge pair of fists balled between the boy's legs. It was so large she couldn't believe it at first and then it jerked before her horrified eyes and she fearfully cringed back into the cushions of the sofa.
"That's our friend 'Shorty,' my dear," Shelby's voice snickered from somewhere nearby. "I think he'll be able to make you very happy."
At the sound of the teasing voice, she jerked her eyes away from the sight of the gargantuan penis and stared around the circle of youthful faces. Her mind was dimmed in a way she did not understand and yet she still was conscious enough to realize what they were about to do to her defenseless body. She drew her legs tightly together against the sight of the monstrous cock, her fear bubbling uncontrollably out of her.
"Oooooh, please, no," Laura whispered in terror, a battle raging in her mind between the fear she felt and the fire blazing in her drugged body. "You can't. My God, he'll kill me. That ... that th-thing will kill me!"
The leering young faces surrounding the couch moved in closer to get a better view of the unbelievable spectacle that was about to take place before them. Following Shelby's gleefully whispered commands, two of the boys squatted on either side of her legs, grasping her ankles and pulling them far apart. The delicate, coral slit that nestled in the soft dark curls of her pubic hair flowered into full view of all at her feet, while the others struggled closer to view the throbbing genitals of the beautiful woman. Curious hands reached out to pinch quickly at the white full breasts above, digging greedily for a moment at first, then nervously withdrawing.
The hulking Shorty grinned at the excitement he was causing, then quickly climbed between Laura's wide-spread thighs. Those holding her ankles raised them up and over her head until the toes of her feet were touching the arm of the sofa behind her head. Laura's face twisted in anguish as every muscle in her body felt as though it were being stretched beyond human endurance. The flat plane of her luscious hair-covered pussy was presented up to the kneeling teenager in defenseless sacrifice. It was his to ravish at will.
Shorty grinned down at it, his dull eyes gleaming and his lips bared back over his teeth in undisguised lust. The young brute stroked his immense cock with both hands as if in greedy preparation for the assault upon the helpless up-tilted cunt before him. His huge body swayed on his knees like a mountainside about to crash down in an avalanche and the glistening purplish skin on the head of his cock shone menacingly in the September sunlight. He shuffled forward ponderously with his pelvis and huge bulging prick shoved out, the great rod of hard flesh bouncing slightly as he moved.
Laura peered up through her wide-split thighs, her eyes wide in awed terror as she watched the muscles bulge dramatically on the young torso advancing on the helpless crevice between her legs. She could not tear her eyes away from the vile instrument that was about to rip into her still-trembling body in vicious rape. The sight hypnotized her into abject stillness and she could do nothing but wait for the terrible assault.
Suddenly, without further warning, the grinning student named Shorty jerked his hips back and Laura found herself lifting her pelvis upward as though she were under some kind of spell, searching with her gaping hot pussy for that monstrous pole that was going to rip her belly asunder. The lust-incited group around the couch gaped as the great bulging head found its pulsating opening and fumbled for a moment, poking at the pink, ragged edges of flesh as she ground her pelvis frantically up at it. Then, the muscles of the boy's buttocks tightened as he lifted himself high in the air over the up-turned loins of the wide-eyed woman. The thick palpitating head poised at the wet wide-stretched opening to her cunt for what seemed like an eternity, then the boy jerked his pelvis forward with a brutal lunge and the huge blood-filled tip disappeared between her legs into the soft, fleshy, down covered folds of her cunt-lips.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaghhhh! "
Ignoring her pleading cry, the boy shoved forward again, sinking the monstrous shaft another cruel inch. The struggling girl tried desperately to kick free of the punishing impalement, but the eager young hands held her ankles tight against the padded arm of the couch.
Laura knew that in her wild passion a moment ago she over-estimated herself in thinking that she could ever take the mammoth prick inside of her cringing belly. It was too big. It would never fit in her narrow passageway. It was splitting her cunt lips terribly already, the pain unbearable, racking her stretched body like a million tiny pinpricks.
The hulking youth levered up on his hands, straightening his arms into the push-up position and flicked again-his grin-widening-cramming the relentless monster another excruciating inch into Laura's tortured vagina.
"Uuuuuuuugggggg!"
Shorty groaned and leaned toward her, driving it in yet another inch....
"Aaaaaaaggggg! Please, don't fuck any deeper! Oh God, no more!"
The heated breath of the excited boys warmed her naked sweating body as the students crowded closer, gaping as if hypnotized by the raping of the voluptuous woman by their own classmate. Laura was only vaguely aware of hands reaching out to clutch and squeeze at her breasts, and fingers travelling over every part of her flesh until it felt as though she were covered with tiny insects, searching to enter every opening in her body.
"Nooooooooo...." she sobbed, half-hysterical as tears gushed from her eyes.
But her sobbing and struggling protests seemed only to incite the huge youngster even more and he suddenly rammed forward with a crushing thrust that plowed the monstrous cock deep into her tight resisting passage, pushing great waves of rippling pink vaginal flesh before it.
Laura jerked convulsively as the gigantic penis drove into her belly, crushing her inner organs as it dug. deeper and deeper. It felt as though it would burst through her throat, out her mouth, if he didn't stop. It was driving her soul out of her body, bit by bit, as the monstrous organ slammed relentlessly into her. Her mind seemed to be fading away until there was nothing left in the world but this huge shaft of flesh tunneling inside her tight narrow channel.
Suddenly, it stopped. With an ass-crushing jolt, the boy's pelvis thudded heavily into Laura's up-turned buttocks. The immense semen-inflated sac bounced against the wide split crevice of her ass. The unbelievable shaft of hard, boyish cock lay imbedded to the hilt inside her quivering cunt.
Shorty held still above the headmaster's wife for a moment until the groaning woman had a chance to adjust to the presence of the huge cock planted in her white, soft belly. He watched her face as the pain-twisted muscles began a slow relaxation, the tightly-gnashed teeth opening slightly in surprise as her painfully stretched passage grew accustomed to the gigantic invading spear of flesh.
"A-aaaaaaaaah!" she sighed in hesitant relief.
The hulking boy flexed the head of his prick, just as Shelby had done before, but this time Laura groaned, her teeth re-clenching. He flexed again, then again, listening to her protesting cries become softer and softer as her throbbing passage became adjusted to the unnatural size. Then, he began a slow gyrating motion with his pelvis, grinding his huge prick into her defenseless vagina, stretching the still cringing walls until he fit into her like a sword in its sheath.
Unbelieving eyes peered lustfully within inches of the enormous buried weapon, amazed that the tight tiny hole they had seen before could have swallowed the whole of it. Again, unknown hands rubbed lewdly over the twin moons of her ass. She felt fingers pulling teasingly at the fleshy hair-covered lips of her cunt that clamped so tightly around the huge embedded prick. She jumped in surprise as she felt an anonymous finger-tip probe under the dangling balls at her tiny puckered anus, flicking teasingly at it like a wild tongue. She winced as it paused and then suddenly popped through the tight surrounding nether ring, worming deeply into the tender spongy flesh inside. It moved around, expanding the tiny opening until the very palm of the intruding hand lay flat against her rounded ass-cheeks, the whole finger buried securely within the dry throbbing tunnel.
Tiny bursts of protest broke from her lips. Her vaginal passage felt stretched and torn beyond all possible repair, and the dual ravishing of her loins with some boy's long thick middle finger implanted deep up her rectum made the feeling all the more intense. She tried not to move as she felt the pain easing with the stillness of her body, then the lust-incited youth ground and twisted his finger deeper, circling it and expanding her anal passage until she thought it would split from the almost unbearable pressure. Another hand cupped her naked breast, teasing and pulling at every part of its young round firmness until she thought they would burst from the painful manipulations.
Kneeling over her jack-knifed, trembling form, the huge Shorty began a painful saw motion in and out of Laura's moist stretched pussy with long, lunging strokes. His nostrils flared as he thrust forward mercilessly from the apex of his withdrawal and battered her pain-wracked body back hard against the velvet cushions with each stroke. The hulking youth slipped his big hands down to the rounded curves of her hips, holding tight to them as he slipped the warm soft sheath of her throbbing vagina back over the thickness of his cock as though he were thrusting his hand into a small vaseline filled glove. The finger embedded in her ass joined the slowly pistoning cock in a rhythmic fucking duo that raised whimpers and whines of pleasure and pain in time to their simultaneous rhythmic ravishment.
The pain was miraculously fading and a strange sensation of happiness tingled through her defenseless body. The outrageous debasement and subjugation brought a weird sensation of masochistic pleasure flooding through her blood stream. Her buttocks began to rotate slight with her first cautious experiment with movement, and then, feeling no pain, she herself followed the rhythm, grinding and twisting her ass up to the hard driving cock as though she were glued to it. Hands from all around her groped to help while lusty youthful faces leered down at her.
Shorty swept into her with a growing frantic abandon and she matched his every movement, revelling in the sensation of the hands working at her every sensual part. Laura could feel him thrusting more violently, the sight of her bucking body inciting him to greater and greater effort. Her breath had become one long continuous moan of passion and her lips opened and closed fish-like in mounting ecstasy.
Suddenly, there was another movement on the cushion beside her head and she turned her face to see another of the youths kneeling on the floor beside her. In his hand he held another long thick cock and suddenly she realized that fingers were fumbling with her lips, trying to open her mouth. The boy held her head sideways with the flat of his palm against her cheek and with his other hand was trying to force the head of his prick into her mouth. She mumbled a protest and tried to shake her head away, but he held her more tightly and she could not move. She could only clench her teeth and lips tightly together and try to keep it away. But the boy was not about to give up. As he increased the pressure, it felt as though her lips were being pushed back against the sharpness of her teeth. Then, suddenly, from somewhere around the couch, Laura heard Dave Shelby's voice:
"Hump it to her, Shorty! Jeff's trying to get a blow-job and she's fighting it! Give her a good one!"
Suddenly, the boy who was fucking into her cunt slammed his monstrous prick into her with such force that she gasped in surprise. As her mouth opened, the broad thick cock beside her head crushed through her soft, moist lips and into the wet warm cavern of her mouth. The boy named Jeff fucked viciously into her face as though it were a second cunt. Laura gagged as he rammed the rampant penis half-way down her throat, the full length disappearing into her widely ovaled mouth almost to the hilt.
Alex had never done this to her and now Laura struggled mentally against the obscene rape of her mouth, but it was useless.
Jeff quickened his thrusts to match those of Shorty fucking into her from behind, never quite pulling it all the way out, but always leaving a slight part of the tip beyond her lips in the hot moist shelter of her mouth. His balls slapped harshly against her chin, the soft fuzz covering them tickling like a feather. She struggled to breathe, catching small gasps of air each time the two cocks and the finger imbedded in her ass simultaneously withdrew on the outstroke.
"Oh, God," she groaned as they buffeted her back and forth between them, using her helpless body as a great receptacle into which they would pump their burning sperm. She was no longer able to think or feel and, in a nearly trance-like state, she watched the length of the long thick cock where it rose from the sandy colored thatch of pubic hair and slipped into her mouth like the thick trunk of a pale tree rising from the forest.
But then, the very helplessness of her position flickered through her mind. She imagined what she must look like being fucked at the same time by the two wildly excited teenagers, with another anonymous finger skewering hotly, in and out of her asshole. The lewd mental image of her naked body between them incited her more and she felt the fiery feeling in her belly begin to rage insanely out of control again. She began to rotate her buttocks in tight tiny circles, squeezing with her cunt muscles at the hot, fleshy pole burrowing into her pussy. Her lips began to nibble at the thrusting instrument in her mouth, and she coughed and sputtered at first until she became accustomed to the unnatural invasion of her lips. She wanted to milk both cocks dry, to feel them fill her belly with the hot sticky fluids and feel the creamy cum pouring down her throat. She sucked greedily at the cock in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and bloating with every thrust. It was the first time in her life that she had ever tasted a cock and she explored its every pore and ridge. Swirling her tongue-tip wildly around the blood-filled head, she probed hotly into the tiny opening on the end. She wanted it to erupt in her mouth, to swallow it until her stomach was as filled as her cunt. She wanted to feel the creamy warmth of the boiling sticky sperm as it shot into her from both ends of her body.
Above her, Shorty was building toward the end. He began to thrust into her harder and faster, battering mercilessly against the quivering cheeks of her up-turned buttocks with his hard-driving loins. His big meaty hands gripped her writhing hips, squeezing the soft flesh into random crazy shapes beneath his clenching fingers. His lips bared back against his teeth and he could not close his mouth. He looked down at the woman's slender, nakedly bucking body and bobbing head and the sight of the lovely brunette being ravished from both ends sent chills up his spine.
"Jesus, Jesus!" someone sputtered from among the boys gaping at the obscene spectacle. "Christ, look at that!"
The saliva in Laura's mouth grew and grew. It was becoming slightly sticky from the small emissions of lubricating fluids that seeped from the end of the cock sunk into the warm depths of her mouth. She could see the boy's hips writhing and straining before her face as though he were in the last spasmodic throes of death. The teenager's long fingers were wound tightly into her dark curly hair pulling her mouth back and forth over the entire length of his thrusting pole of flesh as though it were another warm cunt into which he was venting his lust. She could feel it stretching and expanding in her mouth until there was no room left, and moaned excitedly around it as it thrust forward hard down to her tonsils as though it were trying to meet the other monstrous prick skewering deep into her belly from below.
She had never felt so utterly used and debauched in her life and yet every moment seemed to bring her closer to what she knew was about to be the greatest orgasm of her life. She sucked with her mouth and wriggled her buttocks wildly as her peak approached with the force of a boiling volcano about to erupt. There was nothing else in the world now but to please Shelby and his students as well as her beautiful body could and to wallow in her own pleasure at the same time.
Simultaneously with the rising tide of her own orgasm, she felt the cock fucking into her seething pussy begin to throb and inflate. She felt her thighs and buttocks swept apart with one last crushing lunge as the boy fucking into her shoved his prick as far as it could go in her belly and began spewing his hot sticky liquid deep up inside her greedily clasping cunt. She could feel it flooding hotly into her and filling the depths of her womb until she thought she would burst inside. The finger in her asshole suddenly pulled away and Shorty's balls smacked heavily against the sensitive exposed opening, causing her to jerk convulsively, burying the prick in her madly sucking mouth to the hilt. It too erupted, flooding her throat with the delicious spurting liquid. Her cheeks inflated like a balloon to keep from choking on the pungent fluids that poured into her mouth. She swallowed in great gulps to keep from wasting a single drop of the delicious, fresh tasting young sperm that rushed into her mouth, her lips tightening around the fleshy shaft like an elastic band. Tiny droplets ran from the sides of her mouth as the boy pulled the slimy soft mass of his cock from her still-sucking lips and collapsed on the floor in front of the couch, his trembling fingers still resting on Laura's cheek. Thin, shiny strings of cum hung from her lips connecting them to the deflated cock, several inches, away.
She skewered her ass up tightly against the still-squirting cock in her cunt and with a scream from between tightly clenched teeth felt her own body explode in a great burst of showering stars, wracking her entire being with an agonizing ecstasy that sent her brain whirling madly. Her strength was suddenly gone and she let her legs and arms fall limply over the side of the couch as the great deflating cock slipped wetly from her semen-drenched pussy, gushes of cool air rushing refreshingly into the unplugged opening between her wide-splayed thighs.
After that, she no longer had any conception of time or personalities, but fucked and sucked as she was directed by Shelby. Laura was beyond humiliation or any sort of emotion. Her body still reacted with orgasm after orgasm, but her strength had left her and she mechanically did what she was told to do.
She was nothing now but an unthinking tool of Shelby's plan now, weakly moving her body to comply with his shouted commands. There was nothing in her world but cocks, big cocks, little cocks, long, short, thick, skinny ... cock to fuck and cock to suck. It didn't matter anymore.
Many hours later, the headmaster's house was finally silent and Laura fell into a deep exhausted sleep on the lewdly sperm-covered couch.
CHAPTER 6
Autumn seemed to have finally arrived and there was no sun the next morning. A heavy mist surrounded Hilltop House, creating an air of dismal gloom that seemed to penetrate right through the walls into the kitchen where Laura was sitting.
She leaned her head into the palm of her hand and stared miserably into her coffee cup, feeling the woolen sweater and slacks she had put on rub against all the sore places on her body where she had been so brutally ravished the afternoon before. Her muscles ached horribly from the effects of the strange passion that had come over her while Shelby and his five students had so mercilessly pressed their attentions upon her. Luckily, she had awakened several hours before Alex was due to arrive home yesterday and had been able to freshen herself up a little and complete enough housework so that he would not become suspicious when he came home from the office. She had been able to clean up all the signs of the orgy that had taken place in the living room, except the couch. The sticky fluids had soaked into the cushions and matted the brown velvet upholstery beyond repair.
At last, in desperation, she had covered the piece of furniture with strong-smelling detergent soap-suds, not a half-hour before he walked in the door. As she had expected, the cleaner absolutely ruined the antique velvet and when her husband arrived, she managed to squeeze out a tear or two while telling him of her "mistake" while trying to "clean a few coffee spots from the sofa." Instead of becoming angry, he had comforted her and told her that they would have it recovered immediately, which made her feel even more guilty about what had happened that afternoon. But, realizing that she might as well get used to the idea of facing Alex after an afternoon of adultery, she had accepted his consoling words and had put on a cheerful expression throughout dinner and the rest of the evening.
Now, in the cold, gray light of the morning, with no one to talk to her, Laura's guilt and fears began to catch up with her once again. All that she had done yesterday afternoon, she had done because she didn't want Alex to ever know about what she had done with Kenny Lawrence. But now, there was not only the secret of Kenny, but also Dave Shelby and his five "honor students" who had used her body at will ... and would again, eight more times this year.
The more she thought about it, the worse the situation seemed to become. Even if none of those boys yesterday knew who she was, even if Kenny Lawrence didn't tell another soul, even if Dave Shelby continued to be discreet about their blackmail bargain ... even if everything went as well as it possibly could, what would happen if she walked out of the house? One of those boys would eventually figure out that the beautiful brunette "whore" was actually the headmaster's wife and that, she knew, would be the end of all the secrets and probably her marriage too!
She leaned against the back of the kitchen chair, her eyes determinedly shut, holding herself very still, hoping her morning coffee would do its work and cheer her up as it usually did. But, there seemed to be no saving grace to this cold gloomy morning and, finally, she sighed and went out to the living room to pour a bit of brandy into her coffee. She watched the golden liquid mix with the dark coffee and tilted the decanter back up before she could pour too much in her cup. After all that had happened, she didn't want to compound her problems by turning into an alcoholic as well as a "whore" for school children.
She sipped at the coffee and tried not to look at the big empty space in the living room where the upholstery men had taken the couch away, early that morning. The room seemed too bare and it uncomfortably reminded her of how bare her life would be without Alex. She tried to remember what feelings had made her ever want to betray him with a teenaged boy, but suddenly all the dissatisfactions were forgotten in the terror of discovery. She had been stupid and selfish, she told herself, and now, the only thing she could possibly do is try to talk Dave Shelby out of his absurd "scholarship awards" so she would at least have some sort of chance of keeping her terrible secret from Alex.
Her decision made, she quickly strode back into the kitchen and lifted the telephone to call the school. As an afterthought, she placed one of the kitchen towels over the mouthpiece of the telephone, just in case Emma Lerner answered the school telephone, and recognized her voice. She dialed the number and heard a ring on the other end of the line.
"Hello. This is Hilltop Academy for Boys," an elderly voice crackled over the wires. "Emma Lerner speaking."
"Y-yes, I'd like to speak to Mr. David Shelby, please," Laura whispered hoarsely, hoping to disguise her voice.
"Well, he's teaching right now. Could you call back later, Miss...?"
Realizing that she might lose her nerve, she gasped, "Please, this is personal, an emergency!" Laura heard the woman sigh, then say, "Well, all right, if you insist ... "
Weak-kneed with relief, Laura pulled out the telephone cord and sat down at the kitchen table as the woman on the other end of the line went to summons the English teacher. She was determined to put an end to this whole horrible chain of events!
Fighting back tears, Laura replaced the telephone receiver in its cradle, then let her head fall into her arms on the kitchen table. The conversation had not gone at all the way she had hoped. In fact, she had had to promise the English teacher that he could have his way with her again, just as payment for him coming to talk to her tomorrow afternoon. At least, he had promised that he would be coming by himself this time!
Still, it just wasn't fair. She couldn't stand Shelby, almost became nauseous at the very idea of the English teacher touching her again. All she had ever wanted was Kenny Lawrence's beautiful young body, someone to take the edge of the burning desire that seemed to plague her all the time. And now, here she was, being forced to give her body to a balding, slimy little man, just because she had made one mistake.
Nevertheless, if everything went well tomorrow afternoon, perhaps she could forget that it all ever happened. She wished that Alex had never heard of this school, that she had never seen Kenny Lawrence....
As soon as the thought passed through her mind, Laura knew that she was fooling herself. Her mind went back to that afternoon two days ago when she had first seen the boys playing outside her window and began to masturbate. All those young energetic males, with their hard bodies and limitless desires-how could she ever be satisfied with stodgy old Alex again after the last two afternoons? She thought about the smooth firm young flesh she had touched, their hardnesses reaching far up into her belly, the powerful male sperm flooding deep into her needing vagina again and again. A thick lump formed in her throat and a small tortured sound trickled out of her.
She knew she wanted to have her cake and eat it too, but she couldn't help it. She loved Alex, but how in the world was she ever going to live without those young vibrant cocks that seemed to spring back up again as soon as they deflated? How was she ever going to stand being just with poor, sweet, boring Alex, after all she had been through in the last two days?
It was an impossible dilemma and, for the first time since the whole thing had started, Laura let herself relax and have a good cry.
CHAPTER 7
Laura sat quietly staring at the flowered pattern on the wallpaper of the living room. A day had gone by and she was waiting for Shelby's arrival, preparing her arguments so he would set her free of the blackmail agreement. She was deliberately keeping her mind from the idea of having to give her body to the English teacher as part of the bargain for having him come talk to her. She knew better than to stop and think about it, or she would never be able to go through with it. She would suddenly give way to her revulsion and her last chance of freeing herself would be gone forever and with that, all her chances of maintaining her life with Alex.
Now, she painstakingly forced herself to relax, once again going over in her mind the things that she planned to say to Shelby. Laura knew that she really had no sure-fire arguments, yet she truly hoped that she might be able to reason with the man, if necessary, make him pity her enough to let her off the hook. If she succeeded, it would be worth all the mental anguish she would endure by letting him fuck her again.
The bell rang and she hurried to the door. A moment later, she led the smugly grinning teacher back into the living room and asked him to sit down.
"Mr. Shelby, I don't want to waste words," she hurriedly began, not wanting to let her courage drain away before she could say all the things she had been thinking. "I did make a mistake, but now I think-"
"Mrs. Wendell, I have no intention of speaking to you about anything right now," the English teacher suddenly interrupted her, rising from his chair. "First, I think we should get the enjoyable part of our meeting over with. Then, we can get down to whatever it is you want to talk about."
"But, Mr. Shelby," Laura sputtered indignantly. "I think you are being a little...." Her words trailed off as she observed the threateningly look on his face.
"Mrs. Wendell, I still have that letter," he said smoothly. "And, need I mention that after yesterday afternoon, there is quite a bit I could add to it, if I were so inclined?"
"I'm certain you already have," Laura snapped angrily. "How am I ever supposed to be free of this thing if you keep track of everything I do?" She was feeling more and more trapped by his words and she knew she had no choice but to do as he demanded of her. Still, she felt she was justified in becoming annoyed at his casual assumption that she had no choice but to obey his every command.
"My dear woman, the only way you are going to free yourself," Shelby said coolly, "is to do as I tell you. Now, please take your clothes off and shut your mouth. I don't have the time or patience to listen to your problems." Even though he knew he was being cruel to the beautiful woman, Shelby was enjoying himself. He had been disregarded so many times that he found it truly was fun to turn the tables once in a while.
Laura fumed with anger at his words. How dare he talk to her like that! Letter or no letter, she didn't have to be treated like a common slut. Ignoring her better judgment, she strode across the room to where the English teacher stood and slapped his face as hard as she could. His stunned expression gave her a measure of satisfaction and, feeling like something better than a slave again, she turned right around and walked back to where she had been sitting. Her triumph was short-lived, however, for before she could even sit down again, she realized that he was walking from the room.
"W-where are y-you going?" she asked, her voice suddenly tremulous and unsure.
"Back to my office, Mrs. Wendell, there's a letter I have to mail." His voice was surly and Laura could see the imprint of her hand on his cheek.
Suddenly, nothing, not even her self-respect, seemed as important as keeping that letter out of the mailbox. With a gasp of shocked terror, she ran to the departing man and grabbed his arm, pulling him back into the room.
"Oh, my God, no! I'm so sorry, Mr. Shelby. Please, forgive me! I swear I'll do anything you want, but don't mail that letter!" she beseeched him.
"Then, get those goddamn clothes off, you little bitch; Now!" he snarled, tearing his arm from her grip. The pain of her sudden blow and the idea that she might be thinking of rebelling from their agreement angered Shelby and he knew that he would have to show her, in no uncertain terms, that he was her master. He decided to teach her a lesson and give her a new sexual experience at the same time.
As quickly as she could, Laura followed his directions, tearing off the garments she had so carefully donned in preparation for the discussion she had planned on having with Shelby.
Though a part of her still was infuriated by the treatment she was receiving from the smug faced English teacher, she forced herself to ignore it and follow his orders. She knew she could not afford to displease him again.
Her mind tried to formulate thoughts but she struggled against it. She wanted no thoughts now, only blankness to help her get through this ordeal. Obediently, she completed her undress and watched as he did the same. When she was done, she went back to her chair and sat down, realizing and noticing what the man looked like for the first time. Though Shelby was a medium-sized man, the cock that hung down from his loins was unusually thick and his weighty balls swayed between his thighs as he stroked up and down the length of his penis, moving the thick foreskin back and forth over the bulbous head of his half erected penis.
"First. I want you to suck my cock, Mrs. Wendell," he announced as he strolled over to where she was sitting. "Get down on your knees."
As Laura flushed in mortification and slid down to the floor, Shelby reclined back in the chair in which she had been seated. He motioned for her to move between his splayed thighs, snidely adding, "Come on, Mrs. Wendell. Let's have those sweet lips of yours around my big cock . .
Laura hesitated just a moment and immediately saw the glint of cold anger return to Shelby's eyes. "Would you rather you had to explain to your dear husband why your lips were wrapped around his students' innocent little pricks?" he snapped.
At the sound of the sinister threat, Laura's eyes widened in fear and she hurried to her place between his knees. The English teacher straightened his legs and spread them wider apart so she could crawl between, sliding down in the chair at the same time so that just his buttocks were resting on the forward edge of the seat. As Laura moved between them, he wound his fingers in her dark curls and pulled her head down, grinding his pelvis up at the same time against her face so that his rapidly hardening penis rubbed roughly against the soft skin of her cheek. She closed her eyes in embittered submission, determined to get through the ordeal without angering him further.
"Take it in your hand," he commanded through leering lips, twisting her hair slightly until Laura involuntarily winced from the pain.
She reached forward hurriedly, sensing she had no choice, and wrapped her hand around his huge masculinity. She began to work her hand gently up and down, watching the fat red-fleshed head popping out from the thick foreskin a scant few inches from her eyes. Then, suddenly, Shelby's hands were at her lips, opening her mouth, and the soft spongy flesh of his cock was pressing against her teeth. She could see down the full length of the rigid rod of flesh and realized with a start that it was almost as long as Kenny's had been and much thicker.
She paused again, irritated by the idea that her mouth was again to be used as a receptacle for the lust of a near-stranger. The very thought of the lewd sperm he might spew into her throat made her gag a little, but once again, the hint of displeasure made her hurry to do his bidding. She sighed and opened her lips and immediately the thick pole of flesh rammed forward into the saliva of her mouth. She could feel the bulbous head sliding wetly along the full length of her tongue inside, the tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeping from it, filling the warm cavern of her mouth with its pungent salty taste.
Shelby began a slow undulation of his hips on the chair, his thick cock slipping in and out of her mouth with a wet, sluicing sound. His hands gripped tightly in her hair, guiding her head back and froth. A cocky grin spread over his face as he looked down and saw the sight of his cock ramming brutally into her helplessly trapped face. He let his hands drop down to run over the smooth ivory flesh of her breasts, tweaking and twisting the small buds of her nipples into hardness. His fingers kneaded her flesh hungrily as he watched his thick sword of flesh disappearing between Laura's lips. It was an exciting picture and he lifted his hands up again to trap her face between his palms, pulling her mouth harder over his thick hard penis as he gazed delightedly at her red, straining lips and heard her moaning in submission between his legs below.
"Oooooh, suck it, baby, suck it!" Shelby groaned as Laura began running her tongue wetly around and around the smooth rubbery flesh of the head of his cock. To her amazement, Laura was beginning to feel the fires of passion once again rekindling in her loins and she suddenly wanted to please this man so that he would be more susceptible to her pleas after they finished with their' sexual prelude to the discussion. She began sucking to please, circling around the glans with her tongue and flicking teasingly with the tip at the tiny opening at the end. The sharp pungent taste and odor of the lubricating fluids seeping through from his rising excitement caused her mouth to salivate and her nostrils to flare out slightly. She reached out to cup the soft, smooth testicles gently with one hand, grazing her fingernails tantalizingly over the hairy flaccid flesh.
Shelby groaned and twisted above her as her head bobbed up and down slavishly over the thick shaft of flesh. He watched with obscene delight as her oval-shaped lips strained at his thick rock-hard penis, sucking as though it were a stick of peppermint candy being fed to a starving child. Below, her hips bucked slightly as the warm hair-lined lips around her vagina throbbed involuntarily in time to the cock sliding in and out of her mouth.
Then, suddenly, Shelby pushed her head away from his loins, his rampant cock pulling from her sucking mouth with a moist popping sound. Laura's eyes fluttered open in surprise at his sudden withdrawal and she was momentarily afraid that she had made him angry once again. But the evil grin that suddenly appeared on his face made her realize that there was more humiliation in store for her that afternoon.
"Lie down on the floor," he instructed her with an unmistakably cruel glint in his eyes that sent chills down Laura's spine. She no longer knew what to expect. This man had her in a terrible position and he knew it. She was certain that he would more than enjoy subjecting her to every depraved and lewd act that might come to his mind. Obediently, she lowered herself to the floor and lay on her back, her legs slightly spread in hopes that he would simply fuck her and then, they could return to the business of discussing his blackmail attempts on her.
But Shelby did not plan to let the headmaster's wife off that easy this afternoon. He wanted to teach her a lesson, to show her in a way she would remember that it was dangerous to rebel against him. He desperately wanted to prove that his system of scholarship incentives would work, and unless Laura Wendell continued in her role as the "incentive," he knew that there was no hope for success. He rose from the chair in which he had been seated and went over to the prostrate woman, nudging slightly at her shoulder with his foot.
"Roll over on your tits, Mrs. Wendell. We're going to do something a little different today," he said, smugly noting the worried expression on Laura's face before she turned face down on the carpeted floor.
"W-what are you going to do?" Laura whimpered, turning her head back so that she could see Shelby as he knelt down beside her. She was trembling from fear and humiliation, yet she knew that she would have to follow this man's debasing commands if she wanted to end his reign over her life.
"Oh, just a little fun. Don't you worry," he answered, chuckling sinisterly. "You just relax and it won't hurt a bit. I'm just going to sneak in your little back door," he added, slipping a finger between her buttocks to probe momentarily at the tight, brownly puckered hole of her cringing little anus.
Laura couldn't believe what he was suggesting. She had braced herself for anything, she thought, but not this. She knew she would have to give Shelby whatever he wanted, but this just wasn't human. It wasn't right. She couldn't believe he meant what he said. He was just trying to intimidate her, trying to make her crawl and plead with him. It couldn't be true that he wanted to make love to her there!
She felt his hand move away and they were replaced suddenly by his lips, kissing her smooth oval buttocks and biting them with sharp little nips. She felt him draw them apart with his thumbs and lick the hot, slightly sweating crevice between them. She moaned in humiliation as he pulled and stretched at her asshole, straining at the tight rubbery ring around it.
She tried to clench her buttocks tightly together but the pressure of his thumbs inserted in the moist furrow was too much. They were cruelly stretched away from each other until she could feel the cool air rushing into the hot interior between her legs. Suddenly, she felt obscenely naked with the balding man hovering lewdly over the tiny brown wrinkled hole, but it didn't matter as long as she could convince him to see her free of the horrible agreement that trapped her.
There was a pressure against her ankles and she did not resist as she felt Shelby prying her legs apart. He crawled up on his knees between her full thighs and spread the cheeks of her ass far apart. The teacher's finger poked at her asshole and she jerked automatically from the sudden pain.
"Relax," Shelby snarled in a threatening voice. "And spread your legs out wider."
Laura gasped, then moved her legs apart until they were almost at right angles with her body. It felt as though she were about to split. She could feel the tip of his finger again at the entrance of her naked rectum and she desperately clenched the tiny puckered ring tight in a futile effort to stop the brutal penetration she knew was coming. Shelby probed for a moment on the outer edges of the small elastic circle, then shoved forward with a grunt, sinking the finger with a jerk up to the first knuckle in the warm, velvety passage.
Laura jerked forward from the unexpected digging and Shelby thrust again, impaling the long thin finger deeper into her asshole. Grunts of protest escaped from her lips as he drilled deeper and deeper, expanding the tightness of her rectum until she thought she would faint from the cruel probe. He began to move it around in the tight opening in preparation of the greater entry to follow, sawing it in and out to stretch the tiny anus.
A flicker of surprise pleasure passed over Laura's face as the pain began to fade and a strangely enjoyable sensation took its place. She relaxed and experimentally wriggled her hips back against it, until suddenly she felt the extra pressure of another finger ramming unexpectedly in along side the first. It hurt this time and she buried her face in her arms to muffle the tiny squeal that escaped her.
"Oh, don't, please don't. It hurts," she whined as tears of pain and humiliation ran down her cheeks. But the teacher persisted, placing one hand in the small of her back and pinning her to the carpet. He screwed both fingers into her mercilessly, digging cruelly to expand the tiny puckered hole until she grunted in pain each time he twisted and turned his fingers in the tight narrow passage.
Then, once again, her face registered, first disbelief, then flushed joy as the pain once again receded as her asshole became accustomed to the unnatural invasion. Laura couldn't believe that it could feel so good, but it did, sending wild thrills of perverse pleasure shooting through her loins. Her mouth opened and began to pant and mewl as the teacher's fingers worked around and around deep in her wide stretched rectum. Shelby grinned as he prodded and probed at Laura's defenseless asshole while the headmaster's wife squirmed beneath him in total surrender.
As suddenly as he shoved the fingers in, Shelby pulled them out of her. They seemed to slip out reluctantly from the warm passage, the pink clasping skin clinging to them until they popped out with a slight sucking sound. Then, he dropped his head between her thighs and licked wetly at the crevice of her buttocks, moistening the tiny hole for the entry of his thick hard prick.
"Kneel up," he suddenly commanded, eager to complete the subjugation of the beautiful brunette.
A tremor of fear passed through Laura, but she obediently struggled to her knees, presenting the rounded white orbs of her buttocks up to the now wildly aroused teacher. He kneeled behind her wide-spread thighs directly behind her, his rampant cock standing straight out with the head resting in her split furrow.
"Now, take my cock and put it in your asshole, Mrs. Wendell," he gruffly instructed her.
Laura reached back through the arc of her open legs to take hold of his throbbing rockhard staff. A sudden expression of fear flashed through her eyes as her fingers wrapped around it and she realized for the first time the great thickness of the fleshy pulsing rod. She stroked it slowly, doubt apparent on her troubled face.
"Put it in, I said," he snapped again, his hands grasping harshly at her hips to hold them steady in the air.
Laura acquiesced to his inhuman command, placing the head of the blunt weapon of flesh against the tight, hairless opening of her backside. She held her breath as she felt it begin to prod and realized that her fears had been well founded. It was huge. She could never take that in her rectum without tearing her belly apart. She tried to move up the floor away from it, but Shelby's hands gripped her tightly.
The muscles in Shelby's stomach stood out as he strained forward and Laura felt the soft probing between her buttocks grow into a hard, irresistible pressure against the tight rubbery ring of her anus.
"Oooooooohhhhh! God, n-no! Pleeeeeeease, nooooooo!" she suddenly begged in a soul shattering screech as the straining nether ring suddenly gave way before the pressure and the huge head popped inside with a sudden rush. A spasm of pain shot through her, so unbearable that she twisted and screamed, again and again, trying with all her strength to get away. Her buttocks were moving like a trapped animal thrashing about to escape but her jerks only served to wedge the thick gleaming penis more securely in her tortured back passage.
Shelby watched her vain efforts to pull away, grinning as he held her hips solidly in place.
"Oooooooh!" she groaned as his pressing thighs forced the thick cock another agonizing inch into her helpless body. She could hardly think. Every way was pain and more pain. It was as if a monstrous tree trunk was being shoved relentlessly into the tiny opening of her virginal rectum.
But the teacher ignored her pleas, driving mercilessly forward in his savage attack and growling: "Shove back, damn you! Shove your ass back!"
In unthinking obedience to the loud command, she opened her ass with a deliberate and mind-shattering effort and hunched back toward him. Shelby hugged her hips tightly and pushed with all his strength against her futile screams, his hard fleshy rod surging forward into her anus, pushing the soft velvety flesh of her nether passage in great waves before it.
Suddenly his loins smacked heavily into the softness of her buttocks. The punishing instrument was buried to the hilt in her nearly split anus. She was hopelessly skewered on the cruel fleshy thickness of Shelby's prick. She groaned in anguish and fought in wild desperation for a full minute longer against the horror and degradation of the depraved attack on her defenseless asshole. Then, with one final moan of hopeless surrender, her strength failed. Her voluptuous white body kneeled limply impaled on the stone-hard cock like a pinned insect.
Shelby, panting hoarsely behind her, began to saw rhythmically deep into the soft depths of her back passage, bringing further sobs of pain and misery from Laura's tortured lips. She had never felt so soiled and debauched in her life and her whole behind felt wet and used as the English teacher lunged the full length of his rod into her with long, smooth strokes. Then, suddenly, she realized that she would never please Shelby by showing her revulsion and humiliation to him. If she wanted him to free her from the blackmail agreement, she would have to convince him that he had really conquered her will.
Praying for the strength to hide her true feelings, Laura began to undulate her buttocks in small tight circles, waving the white rounded cheeks of her ass back at her tormentor. To her amazement, she found that as she moved the pain began to fade and become bearable, in fact strangely pleasant. Within moments, she found herself voluntarily thrusting and squirming back to meet the obscene impalement each time he jerked forward into her. Her hair waved around her face as she tossed her head from side to side on the floor, baring her teeth back from her lips in masochistic joy as the huge cock bored far up into her bowels.
Kneeling above her, Shelby watched in aroused delight as his cock slid in and out of her widely-stretched anal passage, pulling tiny ridges of pink, clasping flesh out with the base each time he withdrew for another vicious lunge inside. His eyes locked on the tender inflamed opening and he began a series of brutal, slamming thrusts that sent the thick, throbbing member sinking cruelly to the hilt. His heavy testicles smacked rhythmically against her cunt below, bringing further whimpers of passion from between her tightly-clenched teeth.
Sweat beaded Laura's forehead as she ground back on the skewering cock like a female demon, bucking and churning her body beneath him. "Oh fuck it, fuck it," she chanted as the teacher pressed tight against her soft buttocks and rotated the blunt head around and around deep inside her rectum.
Her moaning added to Shelby's pleasure and, just to tease the beautiful woman, he pulled his embedded cock out of her almost to the tip and grinned as he saw her try to squirm back on its rigid length.
But, the spectacle inflamed his own lust as well, and with a hoarse groan, he pulled her ass cheeks wide apart and drove his pelvis into her soft yielding buttocks with a hard, vicious smack. He began to ram rapidly into her, hard and deep, battering into her quivering backside with brutal slaps that resounded through the empty house. His sweating face dripped onto her lovely hollowing back, making it glisten in the afternoon light. His breath came in short angry gasps as he gripped the tops of her thighs with his fingers, squeezing with all his strength to pull her back over his expanding cock like slipping a sleeve over an over-sized arm. He had lost control of his lust and he felt his cock expanding in the warmth of the stretched rectum. His balls began to throb almost painfully and his cock felt as though it were about to burst apart in the rubbery tight grip of the beautiful woman's vice-like back passage. Below him, Laura was mumbling and whimpering incoherently into the carpet and he increased the vigor and power of his strokes until he was buffeting her forward across the floor with every brain-rattling lunge.
Laura waved her ass salaciously back against his pounding thrusts. She wanted him to cum. She wanted him to shoot his great load of boiling, creamy liquid deep into her belly. She could feel a great wetness in the crevice of her ass and there was no longer any of the pain, but only a lovely feeling of being filled, more completely than she had ever been filled before. She bucked happily back against the huge shaft of flesh as she felt it throb into an even greater size, stretching the muscles of her asshole almost beyond endurance.
"Oh, cum, cum! My God, cum!" she grunted incoherently as she felt him thrust the full expanded length of his rock-hard penis into her full-stretched rectum, his body jerking convulsively, his hands tearing at her flesh in wild abandon.
Beneath his pounding body, Laura felt the first powerful wave of his hot, thick cum shudder into the depths of her belly. It surged through her body like a volcanic eruption, touching off her own climax at the same time. She screamed out her release as the great tremor of pleasure rippled through her body, her own creamy fluids drenching the English teacher's hairy balls pressed tightly against her soaking vagina. His sperm trickled down the split of her buttocks and they mixed together in a single stream dribbling down her inner thigh, attesting to the strange success of their unnatural coupling.
Finally, Shelby groaned with exhaustion and collapsed over her panting body, flattening her to the carpet. Laura sighed in satiation as she felt his deflated and limp shaft of flesh slowly withdraw from her flooded behind. There was a slight, wet, sucking noise as it slipped out from between the full white moons of her buttocks with a lewd slurping sound. Then a sudden rush of cool washed over the steamy wetness of her loins as Shelby rolled his weight to the floor beside her.
She felt wet in her anus and slightly sore, but she had to admit that she had enjoyed it in a strange way. Now all she had to do was hope that Shelby had enjoyed it as much. He had had her in every way now-so there was really nothing left for him to do to her, she hoped. She would go through it all again if she had to protect Alex, but she hoped with all her heart that this would be the last time she would have to "whore" for David Shelby's silence.
She heard him rise and move softly around the living room, picking up his clothing from the floor where he had dropped it in his hurry. Laura considered getting dressed herself, but she felt too tired and besides, she thought she might possibly have a better bargaining position with the English teacher if she exposed her lovely body to him during the discussion. It was a cheap trick, she knew, but she was willing to use whatever means she had at her disposal to extricate herself from Dave Shelby's "scholarship program."
A few moments later, she rolled over on her back and crossed her arms behind her head as she watched him carefully re-knot his tie. The English teacher was just about to pick up his jacket when she spoke:
"Oh, you're not going yet, Mr. Shelby? We haven't had our talk...." She smiled up at him from where she still lay naked on the carpet, hoping the anger he had shown earlier in the afternoon had completely disappeared. To her relief, he smiled back and sat down in the same chair he had been sitting in when she sucked his cock.
"Pardon me, Mrs. Wendell," he said with a little grin. "I'm afraid that, in the heat of the moment, I quite forgot the reason for our meeting. What was it that you wanted to talk with me about?"
Laura gulped and softly said, "Please, Mr.
Shelby, I want you to stop blackmailing me ... I can't go on like this for nine months. Haven't you already humiliated me enough? What more do you want?"
Shelby stared for a moment at the pleading expression on her face, then broke into laughter. At the sound of his mirth, Laura closed her eyes in embarrassment and clenched her fists so tightly together the knuckles hurt. There was nothing she wouldn't have done at that moment to erase the last week from time forever-and replace them with anything, anything but what had actually occurred.
"For God's sake, let me go!" She finally cried out through his laughter. "This isn't funny! You're ruining my life and you're laughing about it!"
The English teacher finally caught his breath and looked down at her with the tiniest hint of compassion in his expression. He seemed to be debating in his mind about what to do and, for a moment, Laura felt a little surge of hope that he might feel sorry for her and free her from the dreadful agreement they had made together. Then, her heart sank as she saw him slowly shake his head.
"No, my dear woman, I'm afraid that's impossible right now," he said quietly. "You see I have to prove that my plan can work and I need you to make it work. The boys loved you and, whether you want to admit it or not, you loved it as well. It is a perfect arrangement for us all."
"It's not a perfect arrangement for me!" Laura snapped angrily, thoroughly aggravated by the teachers casual dismissal of her objections.
Shelby sighed wearily and wondered why he bothered to waste time with the headmaster's wife. "Look, Mrs. Wendell," he began with elaborate patience. "It's a lot more perfect for you now than it would be if your husband knew about how you've been spending your afternoons, right? So, why don't you just forget any silly ideas you may have had about backing out?" He shrugged and added, "After all, you have to realize that I'm taking as much of a risk as you are."
"But, ... but, what about if one of the boys sees me?" she sputtered. "What if they realize who I am?"
Shelby picked up his coat and walked toward the door, pausing only long enough to answer coldly, "That's your problem, Mrs. Wendell. Believe me, I'm doing all I can to make sure they don't know who you are. The only one who knows for sure is Kenny Lawrence-and that was your mistake."
With that he was gone. Laura stared in disbelief for a moment at the empty doorway, thinking of all the things she might have said to convince Shelby to free from their terrible bargain. But, she knew that none of then would have done any good. As he had said, it was her mistake that had started this whole horrible chain of events.
Now, she knew that there was only one thing left for her to do, if she wanted to extricate herself from the situation. It was such a frightening thing to consider that she almost dare not think the words. And yet, she knew there was no other way out, for surely she would be found out sooner or later if events continued the way they had been going.
It might as well be sooner, she reluctantly decided. She would have to confess it all to Alex.
CHAPTER 8
"And ... and, then he s-sodomized me," Laura said, sobbing bitterly over her dinner. Then, her expression of anguish faded as she noticed that Alex's face showed now commiseration. In fact, he was still busily eating his roast beef. "Alex, you aren't even listening! Don't you care about what that man did to me, right here in your own home?"
"My dear, I believe you neglected to mention one vital aspect of your little escapade." He looked up from his plate and inquisitively raised one eyebrow. "From the way I heard it, you seduced Kenny Lawrence, not the other way around."
Laura stared at her husband, thunderstruck. "Y-you heard-?" she gasped.
Alex looked vaguely annoyed at her obvious astonishment. "Laura, there is very little in this school that I don't know about, especially when it is of a scandalous nature," he announced coldly. "As a matter-of-fact, it was poor old Emma who brought the matter to my attention, the very same day you allowed yourself to get involved with that youngster. It seems she was passing through the school building corridors about the same time young Lawrence was telling the story to Shelby." His expression changed to one of mild rebuke. "You know how difficult it is to keep discipline amongst teenagers, Laura. If you had wanted a lover, I wish you could have been a bit more discreet."
The conversation was not going at all the way she expected and now the lovely brunette stared at her husband in undisguised shock. Was he playing some sort of game with her? A lover? She didn't know what to say and finally allowed herself to become angry at his deception.
"Alex Wendell, if you knew about it that first night, why didn't you say something to me instead of making me go through all of these horrible things, just to save you from hearing about it?" she demanded indignantly. She blushed as she remembered the conversation that night, when Alex had suggested that she didn't seem "in the mood" to go to bed early. He had been laughing at her all the time. "Oh, darling," she wailed plaintively. "The terrible things I went through just so you wouldn't be hurt!"
Her aging husband put down his fork and looked at her coolly. "Were you suffering, my dear?" he asked drily. Then seeing the crestfallen look on her face, he relented a little. "Laura, don't you think I knew that you were unhappy with me sometimes. The bitter truth is that I am quite a bit older than you, but what could I do? I've tried my best to please you, but I knew that eventually you would find a lover. That, I understand." His expression darkened slightly. "But, I did expect you to show a little judgment in your choice. You know how I've worked to maintain order in the school and what do you do but...." His voice trailed off unhappily.
"But why didn't you say something?" she repeated.
"Because Emma heard the rest of Shelby's conversation with the boy," he answered quietly. "I thought it would be a good idea to show you the results of your childish self-indulgence and, besides, I wanted to see if that crazy intellectual really had something worthwhile."
"You mean you let me go through all that mental agony just to teach me a lesson?" she fumed. Then, realizing that he also had been considering Shelby's plan, she brightened. Perhaps, she would be able to continue seeing all those vigorous young boys. Maybe she would be able to have her cake and eat it too! "What ... what did you think of Shelby's s-scholarship incentives?" she breathlessly asked.
"For heaven's sake, Laura, don't sound so obscenely interested!" he snapped irritably, rising suddenly from the table. "I may accept your interest in other men, but that doesn't mean I have to talk about it at the dinner table!"
Laura rushed out of the dining room just in time to see him going up the stairs to the bedroom. "Oh, darling, I didn't mean it like that," she cried penitently. "I love only you ... It was just ... a passing thing...."
"Hmmph? And how often does it pass this way?" he grumbled. "I don't know, Laura. I just don't know. It seems like a hell of a way to run a school, but if it works...." She barely heard him as he shuffled wearily down the hallway, but through the darkness came a mutter, barely discernable, as " ... tomorrow. I have to think about it first."
What did that mean, she wondered, barely stifling the exuberant hope that began to rise in her mind. It couldn't be, she told herself. No man would go to such ends just to preserve discipline at a school and yet, she knew that Alex was no ordinary man when it came to doing a job properly. Even in the army, he had been known to turn to strange measures to keep his men operating at maximum efficiency. But this? No, she cautiously told herself, it's impossible, yet still, she literally skipped back in the dining room to clean up the dishes before joining Alex in bed.
In her mind, one word flashed over and over and over again like a neon light.
Tomorrow ... tomorrow ... tomorrow!
CHAPTER 9
About the same time the next evening, Laura herself slowly climbed the stairs, her face a mask of confusion and bewilderment. On the landing below, Alex stood, stern-faced and arms folded, making certain she was following his directions.
"Alex, what-?" she asked plaintively, pausing near the top of the staircase. "Darling, I don't understand ... if you'd just explain...."
"How am I going to get this school in order if I can't get my own wife to do what I say?" he fumed loudly, then yelled up to her, "For God's sake, woman, would you please stop asking ridiculous questions and do it!"
Laura sighed and mounted the last step, turning down the hallway toward the bathroom. All day long she had been on pins and needles waiting to hear Alex's decision, but there had not been a word from him. In fact she hadn't seen a soul. Not even the boys who usually played by the house had come up today, but then, of course, it had rained. Still, it had been nerve-wracking to just stay cooped up in the house until she heard something and she had wondered more than once if she hadn't misunderstood Alex words the night before.
Then, when he had finally come home from the administration office, her husband had been absolutely taciturn. He had sat silent over his dinner, answering her attempts at conversation with gruff monosyllables. Considering the mood he had obviously been in, Laura had dared not ask him about his decision on Shelby's incentive plan. By the time dinner had ended, she had been so rattled that she had been afraid that he had decided that she was no good as a wife and that he was trying to think of a way to tell her to leave.
And now this!
She didn't understand it at all, but as soon as he finished dinner, Alex had looked at his watch and told her to go to bed....in the guest room! Then, he had told her to shower and put on one of her lace nightgowns, just in case he wanted to "visit her" during the night.
She had no idea what was going on. Was he trying to tell her that he didn't want to sleep with an adulterous wife? Then, why did he say he might "visit her?" she wondered. It didn't make sense, any of it. But, he had said it in a way that broached no argument from her. In fact, he had sounded more like the old Colonel Wendell than he had since they had come to live at Hilltop Academy for Boys.
She quickly closed the bathroom door behind her and began to remove her clothes, throwing her slacks and frilly blouse into a heap on the linoleum floor. A puzzled look still lingering on her beautiful face, she stood naked on the throw rug next to the shower stall, wondering if this would be her last night in Hilltop House, if Alex were really going to order her to go. She looked down at her body, at her breasts, faint traces still showing of the bruises the over-anxious students had put there several days ago, and then down to her raised pubic mound. Through the dark downy pubic hair, she could barely see the beginnings of her cuntal furrow and she remembered how pink and swollen it had gotten under the hot, probing tongue of the boy named Bobby.
She thought of her sexual desires, so long unsatisfied and repressed deep within her, and how young Kenny Lawrence had awakened her into an enveloping passion, brought about the most excruciatingly beautiful climax she had ever had up to that time. She thought about his big cock sinking into her waiting, hungry pussy and how she had sucked off that other boy. Was his name Jeff? It didn't matter really; he had just been one more young male who had driven her insane with passion. If Alex wanted to divorce her, she would miss all her wonderful young lovers ... but there were teenaged boys anywhere in the world....
There was only one Alex and, even though he might not believe it anymore, she truly did love him with all her heart. If only she hadn't been so silly and selfish....
Biting her lip to keep from crying again, she reached into the shower and twisted the handles in the tile wall until a powerful stream of water shot out from the shower head. If he really were going to throw her out tomorrow, at least she could do everything he asked tonight. Besides, he hadn't said anything yet, so maybe, if she were truly contrite and obedient, he would change his mind.
As a private measure of penitence, she adjusted the shower nozzle until the spray became needle points, the water cool at first, then hotter and hotter until clouds of vapor filled the bathroom. Then, Laura stepped into the stall, wincing as the scalding water beat against her skin, turning it a bright pink. Still, she made no move to escape the burning spray, but stood fast, her eyes closed, enduring the pain as though somehow the steaming cascade would cleanse her of her guilt and make her pure enough to be Alex's wife forever.
For five minutes, Laura withstood the blinding steam, ignoring the burning sensation as she energetically soaped her abdomen and her rectum and her loins and her breasts, desperately trying to rid herself of her unclean feeling. Only when the upstairs water heater emptied and the water changed to lukewarm and then cold, did she step shivering back onto the tiny rug outside the shower stall. As she had expected, she didn't really feel any less guilty, but at least she would be able to take Alex into her arms, as clean, if not as innocent, as a new born baby.
After briskly drying herself, she padded naked into the bedroom, she and Alex had shared and went to her dresser. From the closet she pulled out a nightgown she had never worn, one a girlfriend had given her when she and Alex had been married. It was made of red lace and was so sheer as to be almost invisible. Laura had never even shown it to Alex, fearing that he would be embarrassed by its blatant sexuality, but now she stared at it thoughtfully. He had told her to put on her most "exciting" nightgown, so with a determined grimace, she donned the revealing garment. On this of all nights, she wanted to give him exactly what he wanted of her.
She paused a few minutes more to touch up her make-up and dab some of his favorite perfume on her wrists and in the deep cleavage between her breasts. Then, she walked into the spare bedroom and lay down on the bed, on top of the bedspread. For some reason, she did not get between the covers and let herself drift into sleep. She had a feeling that Alex might be coming up soon, or that something was about to happen.
Laura stared up at the ceiling for several minutes before she realized that someone was talking downstairs. At first, she thought that Alex might be speaking to someone on the phone until she recognized another voice in the conversation. She stiffened in surprise as she realized that her husband was speaking with Dave Shelby!
What was the English teacher doing in their house at this time of night? She wondered nervously. Was Alex trying to find out more about her illicit activities? She was just about to creep out of the bedroom and go to the head of the stairs to eavesdrop on the conversation when she heard footsteps ascending the staircase.
Laura flew to close the open bedroom door, then hurriedly crawled under the covers. She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep as she heard them approaching along the hallway. She had already confessed her adultery, so what could Alex be trying to do by bringing Shelby to her? Her mind raced as she feigned sleep but before she could come to any conclusions, she heard the bedroom door open.
"She's asleep already?" Laura heard Shelby murmur.
"Don't worry, Dave, she'll be happy enough to wake up when she finds out what's waiting for her," Alex chuckled.
Dave!?! Why, earlier this week, Alex had called Shelby that "damn fool English teacher"! Laura thought incredulously. And what did Alex have planned for her? Unable to bear the suspense any longer, Laura moaned sleepily and opened her eyes.
"Hello, darling," she murmured drowsily to her white-haired husband. Then, as if surprised by Shelby's presence in the bedroom, she gasped. "What ... what are you doing here? Alex, what is this man doing in our house?"
"Oh, don't be absurd, Laura," the headmaster gently chastised her. "He's here for the same reason he's been here before. Now, just calm down."
But, Laura, thinking that Alex was planning to take revenge on her by making her submit to Shelby's lust yet another time, had fearfully pulled the covers up around her neck. "I swear, Alex, if you let that man touch me again, I'll ... I'll kill you both!" she breathed, remembering the last time she had seen the English teacher and how he had so brutally sodomized her. "I'm sorry, darling. I love you, but I just can't!"
Alex stared blankly into his wife's terror-stricken eyes for a full minute before he comprehended the bases of her fears. Then, he suppressed his amusement with obvious effort. "No, no, he's not here for that reason, Laura my dear, although I can't blame him for feeling a little disappointed now that he must act only as an administrator of the program." He smiled at her apparent mystification.
"My dear," Alex finally announced, "we are putting his plan into action. Tonight, you are going to supply scholarship incentive for the top students from all the senior classes. Except English," the headmaster hastily amended. "You've already taken care of them, I believe." Laura could do nothing but stare at him in disbelief. "Alex, if this is some kind of nasty trick," she finally gasped, I'll never forgive you...."
Instead of answering her, Alex nodded to Shelby who called out the door, "All right, boys, come on upstairs!"
As Laura heard the pounding of young feet on the staircase, the headmaster muttered, "It's all yours, Dave." Turning to his wife, he smiled and added, "Make it worth all our troubles, my dear." Then, he withdrew to the far comer of the room just before the first of the youths appeared in the doorway.
"Hey, Shel, what's going-" The boy's words caught in his throat as he saw Laura's beautiful face peering out over the covers of the bed. Behind him, all other conversation ceased among the boys as they arrived at the bedroom door and saw the lovely brunette huddled under the sheets.
"We, the headmaster and I, have arranged a little present for you guys for being at the top of your classes this marking period," Shelby informed them with a grin as he strode over to the bed. "You have your choice of a personalized certificate signed by the headmaster himself or," he grinned, reaching down to grasp one comer of Laura's blanket, "a little bit of this lovely and very agreeable young lady!"
With those words, he flipped the covers back to the foot of the bed and exposed Laura's form to the surprised boys. The sound of indrawn breath filled the room and one boy groaned in obscene appreciation of the sight that met their eyes. Even, Shelby could only gape at the salacious sight of Laura, covered only by the sheerest film of red nylon and lace. Her full round breasts jutted like ripe succulent melons against the diaphanous material, their proud hard nipples embossing the flimsy fabric like two luscious cherries. The gown draped in soft folds over her slender waist, her navel and the rounded arch of her hips. Only a wide lace panel hid the dark vee of her pubic area, but even so, cocks were lurching against trousers all over the room.
Finally, Shelby broke the stunned silence. "Well, are you all going to just stand there? The lady is waiting."
A flurry of activity followed his comment and while most of the youths hurriedly stripped off their clothing, one tall, auburn-haired boy strode over to the bed from where he had been standing behind the doorway. Laura sucked in her breath as she recognized Kenny Lawrence.
Up to that point, she had been completely surprised and a little afraid of what was about to happen, but the sight of the teenager affected her the same way it had that first afternoon when he had brought her mail from the village post office. She raised her head from the pillow and watched in aroused fascination as the youth slowly lifted her gown from her legs. She trembled in excitement as the boy's hands began their lewd seductive movements over her exposed thighs and hips with the ease of familiarity. Shelby had explained the reason for Laura's former anger to the boy and he was no longer afraid to touch her beautiful body again. His fingers danced over the soft strands of dark silky pubic hair and he breathed, "Open your legs."
Laura obediently parted her thighs, but the impatient youth grabbed her knees and forced them far apart, exposing the full length of her cuntal slit to the other boys' leering eyes. It was exciting her to have all these young males around her, God, how it was exciting her and yet she felt a slight twinge of anxiety coursing through her as she remembered Alex watching from the corner. Would he mind? she wondered momentarily. Then, she forgot her fears as Kenny reached forward and ran his middle finger up the tightly-closed slit, parting the soft vaginal hairs and feeling the smooth moist pink flesh underneath. Her hips jerked beneath the sudden contact as his finger dipped slightly into her warm, damp, vaginal opening.
Laura could feel the pit of her belly and thighs hot and moist from the lewd spectacle before her. There were at least a half dozen teenaged boys in the room, almost all of them completely naked now with their hard cocks jerking high in the air. She arched her back as she felt someone lift the filmy nightgown up toward her shoulders, then raised her arms to let them pull it away from her body.
She moaned and lifted her knees in joyful acceptance as one of the boys climbed onto the bed between her legs. She felt the hardness of a young cock scraping and rubbing against the lips of her cunt and knew she was ready for it. The youth's torso hovered over her prostrate form and she reached between their bodies to grasp the rigid prick and pull it forward until she felt the hot throbbing head insinuating itself between the little ridges of tender flesh on either side of her wetly welcoming pussy. Then, with one long, easy stroke, the youth slid his rampant prick all the way up into her heaving belly.
She gasped as she felt the hard rubbery head batter softly up against her cervix and his balls slap hard against her up-turned anus. Her mouth fell loosely open and she began humping up against him, feeling his hardness in her warm cunt sliding in and out from the moisture of her secretions. She worked her legs back and forth over the boy's back, her flailing hips working in time with his thrusts. Vaguely she wondered who the teenager fucking her was, how many girls he had before.
Then, suddenly, she felt his cock begin to expand wildly. He stroked harder, the battering of her quivering pussy bringing swelling moans from deep in her throat. She knew he was going to shoot into her any moment, but still she held back her climax. She had all the time, and cocks, she would need for one night and she was in no rush to tire herself out. A moment later, the youth clawed convulsively at her buttocks and his mouth fell open over her passion twisted face. Torrents of hot white cream spilled from his prick, surging into the depths of her body. The bursting hot liquid set off her own climax and her nails raked across his back as the delicious sensation charged through her. She poured forth her own juices, mixing and combining with the boy's sperm until he let her body go in sheer exhaustion.
Laura collapsed too, her body still quivering as the spent teenager rolled away from her, but before she could even catch her breath, she saw Kenny Lawrence, now naked, crawl on the bed beside her. Her eyes widened at the sight of his huge white penis and she moved over to let him lie on his back on the sheets. He quickly responded to her wishes and reclined back, his long, rock-hard shaft obscenely spearing into the air. Laura stared hungrily at it with lust filled eyes, watching as he spread his thighs open and his heavy hair-covered balls fell slowly between them. Her pussy ached and burned with hunger, yet she hesitated, remembering the pain of his entry last time.
"Go on, get on top of him," Shelby urged impatiently from beside the bed.
Laura felt the desire blazing in her loins and needed no further prompting. She knelt with her thighs on either side of his ribs and immediately felt Kenny's hands running smoothly up her inner thighs to her throbbing, damp cuntlips, spreading the swollen, downy flanges open to expose its wet, pink interior to his lustful gaze. Immediately, his fingertips began to work furiously at her tiny, hard clitoris, bringing it to a more and more sensitive state until, with a strangled groan, she leaned up on her knees and grabbed his cock to wedge it into the narrow, sperm-soaked slit of her vagina.
"Oh, hurry, hurry!" she gasped, her weighty breasts heaving and swaying as she writhed her hips above the blunt knob of his angry towering prick. The others around the bed watched as Kenny caught hold of her waist while she clung to his shaft, aiming her starving vagina directly above the fleshy rod with the fiery, mushroom shaped head. Then, he pulled her down on it. It resisted for a moment against the tight elastic opening of her cunt, then wedged in beyond the rim. With a deep-throated sigh, she sank down on it and he slid it up into her belly like a never-ending greased pole of flesh.
Tightening her knees around his hips, Laura sank lower and lower on the shaft, moaning as if in agony until she settled on his loins, completely impaling herself of the rigid pole of flesh. Then, she strained her buttocks up in the air again until Kenny's long, thick penis, gleaming wet from the secretions of her vagina, came whitely into view. The cords in her inner thighs stood out with the effort as she hoisted herself upward until the wide rim of the shiny purplish head was slipping out of her clasping cuntal lips, and then with a soul-searing cry, she sank down again, smashing her crotch against his loins, devouring the whole of his cock into her soft, enveloping pussy.
Kenny pressed his legs tightly together and jerked his hips rhythmically upward as she descended so that their bodies crashed together in a regular pattern, bringing a measured cadence of gasps and groans from both their throats.
Watching from the darkened comer, Alex could see that Laura was sexually free at last and he watched intently to see what they would do next. Although he knew he should be hurt and humiliated by the sight of his own wife being wildly fucked by another man, and enjoying it, he was too interested in what was happening to worry about it and he had to hold himself back to keep from leaping the short distance to the bed and raping his wife right that moment. Even though he had always thought that Laura was a beautiful woman, he had never been so excited by the sight of her as he was now. God, he wanted to fuck her, to bring the same responses from her lips as Kenny Lawrence had.
Suddenly, he saw another youth separate himself from the group around the squeaking bed and move closer to the writhing couple. He hesitated at the side of the mattress for a moment, then, as he received an encouraging nod from Shelby across the room, the small, dark-haired youth scrambled up onto the mattress at the head of the bed. Climbing to his knees beside Kenny's head, the student grasped the headboard of the bed for support with one hand and with the other, pulled Laura's head down toward his loins. Alex had always refrained from trying to make his innocent young wife take his cock in her mouth, for fear of shocking her, and now he watched in astonishment as Laura hungrily sucked the boy's hard throbbing prick into her mouth until nothing but about an inch of the thick base showed around her tightly ovaled lips. It was hard for him to believe that she would do it willingly until he heard the unmistakable sound of muffled mewls of pleasure drift across the room from her cock-filled mouth. He felt his own prick throbbing into a painful hardness as the panting, dark-haired youth arched his buttocks to fuck in and out of Laura's lips, the pink, lipstick -rimmed edges of her mouth pulling out as he withdrew then clinging greedily as the teenager shoved his rod back in, further and further into her engorged throat.
The aging headmaster could stand no more. He had to fuck her, and he couldn't wait until everyone else was finished. But where? Then, he saw Kenny Lawrence's hand creeping along Laura's spine down to the crevice between her naked buttocks until his finger found the raw, puckered anus pointing ceiling ward. The boy rubbed his finger there for a moment, teasing her rectal opening until she strained back to get more of the delicious sensation. Suddenly, the auburn-haired teenager dipped his finger through the tight nether ring of her tiny anus, worming it deep into the warm spongy interior flesh. As he moved his hand in a circular motion, expanding the tight opening until his palm lay flat against her buttocks, Laura writhed and moaned in delight at the dual-defilement of her naked loins.
Then, Alex remembered that Laura had been sodomized once by Shelby already. It was hard to imagine his own sweet young wife a party to such depravity, such debauchery, and he abruptly decided that he had been protecting her too long. Her wild mewls of passion were more than he could tolerate. He had to join in this lewd pillaging of the senses, take her and use her too, as everyone else had!
Tearing his pants and shorts down over his legs, he listened to the wet sucking noises Laura was making as she labored over the two boys. Forgotten was Shelby and his "incentive plan," forgotten was everything else but the sight of his lovely, young wife being fucked like an animal, cunt and mouth. Alex felt like a wild uncontrolled animal now that he wanted nothing more than to ram his aching tortured cock into the girl on the bed.
Leaving his garments in a heap on the floor, he moved dazedly from his comer and half stumbled toward his fucking and sucking wife. He crawled up on the foot of the bed, holding his cock as if it were some kind of bludgeoning weapon.
"I'm going to fuck you, honey!" he shouted over the obscene wet fucking sounds that seemed to fill the room. "Do you hear me? I'm going to fuck you in the ass!"
The, students who had first been startled at the sudden appearance of their headmaster at the orgy, gasped at his words, then broke into a cheer. Laura moaned as his words penetrated her lust-fogged brain.
"Ummmmmmm, aaaaaaaaaaaaah," she agreed unintelligibly around the virile young cock fucking into her mouth.
Alex moved directly behind her, running his hands over the smooth white cheeks of her buttocks as he straddled Kenny's legs. He could feel them quivering under his touch from the movement of her hips as she pumped Kenny's cock in and out of her steaming vagina and her head as she bobbed and twisted, her lips still locked tightly around the other teenager's still growing prick. Just the thought of fucking his wife, while she had two other men's penises inside of her at the same time, stirred Alex's loins even more. He could contain himself no longer and lunged at the tiny puckered hole nestled between his wife's soft gyrating buttocks.
Laura heard her husband's hoarse breathing and a tingle raced through her, making her fuck more brutally down on Kenny's cock. She could tell by the demanding touch of his hands on her flesh that Alex was more aroused than she had ever known him and the knowledge built her own passion to mind-shattering heights. Then, Alex slipped Kenny's finger from her anus, almost tearing the tight little hole in his hurry and making her squeal with the sudden pain. She clenched her buttocks tightly in defense, only to have her husband stretch them wide apart again with the damp palms of his hands. Laura, in her excitement, could hear him suck in his breath as the tiny ring of soft tender flesh came into view again. He pushed one hand down and thrust experimentally with his middle finger, then pressed forward harder, popping the finger through to the second knuckle. As he wormed it around in her already slightly stretched rectum, preparing it for the greater penetration to come, Laura lifted her head from the dark-haired boy's hardened, pulsating cock and turned her head. She could see her husband, Alex, stroking his long, blue-veined penis, pulling the thick foreskin back to expose the round, bulbous head. It was rock-hard and he aimed it directly at the tiny puckered hole, now stretched slightly from the rummaging of his middle finger.
Laura held her breath for what seemed like an eternity, then groaned as she felt the unrelenting shaft pop suddenly through the tight restricting ring of flesh. As she cried out with the pain, the boy in front of her on the bed grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth back over his throbbing prick, ramming it all the way back to her throat. At the same time, Alex caught hold of her shoulders and rammed his hips forward with all his strength, sinking his cock gradually into her tightly-resisting anus, until, several moments later....
"Mmmmmmmppph! Ummmmph!" she mumbled in painful protest against the cock that was sunk deep in her throat as Alex's long, hard rod of flesh slipped easily into the warm rubbery depths of her rectum to the hilt. She jerked spasmodically for a moment, then held still, remembering from her experience with the English teacher that the pain would ease as soon as the tiny restricted cavern became accustomed to the unnatural invasion.
Then, Kenny, who had pulled his cock almost all the way out of her while Alex was penetrating her narrow back passage, wrapped his young powerful hands around Laura's tiny waist and pulled her down on his hard, waiting cock. It slithered tightly into the moist open cavern of her pussy and the beautiful brunette moaned deliriously as she realized that she was hopelessly impaled on three cocks, two of them in her cunt and anus with only a thin wall of flesh between them.
There was no further delay. Alex, already excited by watching the two boys' frenzied fucking of his wife's cunt and mouth, began to fuck furiously into the depths of her rectum, while the youths began thrusting with long hard strokes into her lips and her pussy. It took a moment, but they quickly began to move in unison, buffeting her body between them like a sack of soft, resilient foam rubber. As if by a prearranged signal, all three pulled their fiery pricks almost out of her panting body, leaving only the heads in the hotly, sucking lips of her three bodily orifices, her insatiable cunt and her ravished sphincter-then simultaneously, they drove deep into her body until Laura felt as though the two cocks in the back were going to collide with the one that ran half-way down her throat. She uttered a single low whine of ecstasy that was interrupted only occasionally by a deep grunt from her chest as they smacked into her nakedly writhing body with more and more passion.
It was like nothing she had ever dreamed of before-every opening in her body filled with hard male flesh and her own beloved Alex slamming into her forever-stretched anus with more enthusiasm than she had known he possessed. Again and again, the three men, old and young, pounded against her quivering flesh, pistoning into her open orifices. The pain was completely gone now and she didn't want it to stop, not ever!
Her hips began to move backwards to meet the ass-crushing lunges of Kenny and Alex as they slammed into her cunt and rectum, then forward again to swallow the whole of the other teenager's plunging cock into her sucking mouth. Her whole body undulated wildly between the two men and her buttocks moved in tiny abandoned circles. Wilder and wilder they became, slamming her back and forth on the loudly squeaking bed. All four of their coarse groans mixed in a satanic symphony of mad sexual delight.
Laura cried out first.
"Uh ... Uh ... Aaaaaaaaagh," she screamed around the penis pistoning into her warm, saliva-filled mouth.
The beautiful headmaster's wife was absolutely insane with desire and began sobbing out her orgasm that seemed to go on and on forever. Alex and the two boys, intoxicated by their complete conquest of her body and mind drove into her again and again, then almost simultaneously plunged into her as far as they could go to bury their suddenly madly spurting pricks into her pussy and throat and asshole, pumping their sperm deep into her heaving body. At last, they collapsed in a spent heap on the mattress and the four of them lay panting like long-distance runners.
As soon as one of the boys slid limply off the bed, another wild-eyed youth hopped onto the mattress to drive his rampantly hard young penis into her lustfully soaking pussy. Only, this time, Laura did not worry if Alex minded watching. He sat beside her for the rest of the evening, directing the activities and driving his exhausted wife to further orgasms with his wildly roaming hands.
After the impassioned three-way ravishment, the orgy seemed to run its course rapidly. Everyone fucked the happily welcoming young woman in countless different ways, but somehow it never seemed to reach the same intensity of feeling that it had in that first hour.
Laura was happy when the gratefully grinning "honor students" where finally taken back to the dormitory by Shelby. She was weary and, for the moment, sated with sex. Now, she was more interested in love and she snuggled happily against Alex in bed, drifting off to sleep in the bedroom they had shared in Hilltop House. There was no longer any question in her mind that she would be sleeping here for a long, long time.
CHAPTER 10
Laura trudged happily up the steps to the Hilltop school building and stamped the mid-February snow from her boots before going inside. The lunch break had just begun and the beautiful brunette walked proudly through the hallway, basking in the admiring glances she received from the boys, nodding to the ones she knew. It had been several months now since Alex had decided that she could move around the campus as she pleased and yet, it never ceased to thrill her when she happened to meet one of the bright-eyed youngsters who had visited the spare bedroom of her home during an "award ceremony."
All the boys knew that she was Mrs. Wendell now and, to her surprised delight, that and the fact that Alex so uninhibitedly joined in the "scholarship awards" each month had made him the most respected and well--liked headmaster in Hilltop's history. The school trustees and the parents were so delighted with him that he had already received a five-year contract with the school, an unheard-of feat for a headmaster with no former experience.
Of course, no one but the students knew about the special award ceremonies, Laura thought with an inward smile. They had all been so delighted that they had been extra careful not to jeopardize their unexpected good fortune by talking indiscreetly. In fact, the students themselves had bloodily taken care of the one or two troublemakers who threatened to expose the headmaster if they were not included in the monthly parties.
Laura paused at the bulletin board to check the weekly grade averages. She felt a little thrill of excitement as she noticed that Kenny Lawrence was near the head of two of his classes. He hadn't made the grades for the last two sessions and Laura had missed his presence. She quickly decided to leave a message for him at his next class, offering to help him study in the afternoons, if Alex didn't mind.
Alex! She quickly checked the clock at the end of the hallway and hurried to the administrative offices in the back of the building. She was supposed to meet him for lunch, a very important lunch, and she was already late.
She bustled through the reception room, nodded a friendly greeting to the quiet young man who was Alex's new secretary-poor old Emma had been the only casualty of the new system and rushed into Alex's office without knocking. She stopped dead in her tracks as she saw her husband leaning back in his chair, eyes blissfully closed, as a pert-faced little blonde kneeled between his knees, ravenously sucking at his erect penis.
"Alex!" she burst out. "You promised you'd wait!"
At the sound of her voice, the headmaster's eyes fluttered open and the petite girl leapt guiltily to her feet. Alex chuckled softly at the blonde's obvious shock and embarrassment.
"Don't worry, Nancy, my dear," he soothed her, catching her hand to pull the mortified girl back to his side. "This is my wife, Laura, who will be directing the two-day mid-term awards ceremony."
"Your wife?" the girl gasped in astonishment. Then, collecting her wits, she solemnly said, "I'm glad to meet you and I'm sure we'll enjoy ... working together."
"If you pass the interview, of course," Laura added, staring pointedly at her husband's slowly deflating cock.
A moment later, the girl was back at her job and Laura was carefully taking notes for the exciting weekend she and Alex were planning. It was still six weeks away, but they could barely wait. Shelby's system had worked so well that nearly half the students had won honors for the first half of the year. And Laura was certain that when the others heard about the mid-term orgy, there would be almost full attendance at the week-long bacchanalia they had planned for the coming spring.
My! she thought happily, it was so nice to have such smart young boys attending their school!