It is with considerable pride that we are at last able to offer the reading public another novel by Peter Jensen, whose impressive writing ability has won him a large and faithful audience.
Once again Mr. Jensen has brought his intense analytical faculties to bear on the phenomenon of contemporary life, its weakness in the face of social stress and its secret strengths. His characters are surprisingly true to life, young, vital and unflinching in their dedication to facing the most demanding challenges of contemporary urban existence.
We are shown, step by step, the deep layers of custom and convention that had been created by our culture to disguise the primitive animal nature that is the core of all human beings. The principal characters are drawn into a compelling vortex of experiences which abrasively tears away these protective layers of property, manners and social custom.
They are brought face to face with their naked inner selves-the initiation is shattering,, but it holds possibly the foremost hope for regeneration of our sick society on a new, more realistic basis.
We are proud to be able to offer this provocative and absorbing work and to recommend it to all thoughtful Americans. None of us can be sure when we will be faced with the same dilemma, and the question is, will we come through the ordeal as well as the fictional characters in this compelling book? We wonder.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Carolyn Saunders hurried up the street, half walking, half running with a nervous impatience. She looked straight ahead, her shoulders squared and thrown forward, straining her steps out in long strides as her short skirt flicked out behind her, revealing the sculptured length of her well-tanned legs. A cascade of honey blonde hair, long and fine, flowed around her shoulders and face, billowing in the cool afternoon breeze, and Carolyn occasionally, had to reach up and brush it out of her eyes. She looked like a young girl, with smooth silky skin, a pert stubby nose scattered with a few freckles, and thin lips that habitually curved outwards and down in a mock, seductive pout. Only her eyes showed that she was a woman in her thirties. They were very deep blue eyes which hinted at an inner turmoil, a turmoil Carolyn felt rising as she rushed toward the dome of the high school auditorium at the other end of the street.
At the comer of Addison and Main streets two cars were in the intersection and Carolyn had to stop and wait for them to pass. As she stood on the curb, breathing heavily and silently cursing the cars for the delay, she could feel the tension in her muscles brought on by the hurrying and her lateness, a tension heightened by the dread that gripped her as she realized she was about to face another rehearsal of the play, No Exit.
Several men turned to watch her as she stepped off the curb and rushed on up the street. They were aware of the tension in her muscles, too, and glanced from the decisive flex of her calves, up the rippling length of her firm, slender thighs to the just-perceptible jiggle of her compactly rounded buttocks. Beneath her thin muslin blouse the men could see the lithe outline of her torso and the pale blue straps of her scant brassiere, something Carolyn rarely liked to wear because of its feeling of constriction, but Dr. Meade had asked her to wear it when she began working in his office after some of his older lady patients had complained, supposedly on the puritanical grounds that they considered it indecent for her to walk around the office with her full, high-peaked breasts bouncing and her nipples sticking out, though Carolyn suspected it was because of jealousy.
But now there were the students to consider, too.
The thought made her shudder. A week before Dr. Meade had coerced her into directing 'No Exit' for the Community Theatre and now she had to leave his office every afternoon at three o'clock and walk down to the school, where she was forced into the nightmarish horror of being surrounded by a small group of youthful boys and girls while she struggled to keep a tight rein on her quaking inner emotions. Nobody could ever know of the torment that surged through her as she stood in the midst of the students during the rehearsals. Nobody could ever know-not without utter ruin and perhaps even prison for her. Her agony was of her own doing, of that she was fully aware-a product of a past catching up with her and a present of temptation being flaunted continually in front of her face. And the future? Oh, God, she didn't know. She simply didn't know how much more she could stand...
At the perimeter of the school grounds the freshly-lettered banner on the street side of the auditorium came into view, announcing 'The Langley Community Theater Presents: Jean-Paul Sartre's No Exit October 15-16 and 21-22," and Carolyn broke into a trot. The Community Theater was the brainstorm of Dr. William Meade and several other of Langley's leading businessmen, who had donated the money to start the theater after the high school drama class had been dropped from the curriculum in one of the Board of Education's perpetual attempts to streamline the school district budget. The loss of the drama class had created an uproar in the community because many people in the farm area felt their children should be exposed to the arts, as well as the normal "solids"-grammar, mathematics science and social studies-in order to receive a so-called "well-rounded education." Most of the families were poor and. as a result, few could afford to send their children to college. so the students had to compete with their city-bred mates who had better schools and better teachers, for a limited number of college scholarships. Many of the students, however, never made it that far. Most lost interest in school and, consequently, fell further and further behind until, frustrated, they'd drop out all together. The drama class had been necessary, the parents had contended, because it helped maintain the students' interest in school. But their pleas had fallen on deaf ears and the Board of Education, a strict-line institution which didn't believe in "fancy frills," had cancelled the class.
That had been the previous spring. In August Dr. Meade had opened the Community Theater with a series of country-music shows, which had met with an immediate success pickup trucks from as far away as forty miles had converged on the high school auditorium for the foot-stomping, hand-clapping hootenannies. When school had resumed again at the end of September Dr. Meade had begun planning the theater's first full play production. It took no more than a few props, some costumes gleaned out of various attics, a man to control the lights, and a teacher who could be hired cheaper than she could normally work. The teacher, however, had proven to be a stumbling block. The school's drama teacher had already left Langley to find a job elsewhere, and Dr. Meade had not been able to find anyone with the proper credentials who'd be willing to direct the play, or for that matter, who could. Most of Langley's teachers either operated their own farms while teaching or were too involved on school committees and in community projects to direct the play. It was at the last moment that Carolyn had been picked.
Dear God, why me? Why me? Carolyn asked herself tormentedly as she raced up the steps to the auditorium. It was a question to which she already knew the answer, but she never stopped asking it nonetheless. The reasons were simply that she had already been working for Dr. Meade as a receptionist, was lovely and talented, and without a husband who might complain if she wasn't home in time to make dinner. More importantly, though, Carolyn had once been a high school teacher. She had kept that a dark secret, and only once had her tongue slipped inadvertently in front of Dr. Meade. Just once, but he'd remembered that single damning sentence, and he had pounced on her like a hungry tiger.
She had tried everything to decline the job, using every possible excuse except the true one.
And she had almost succeeded, too... almost. Then one fateful afternoon Dr. Meade had come into the office and found her sitting at her desk reading a book. The book had been chosen casually off Mrs. Henning's bookshelf when she had been over at her neighbor's the previous afternoon, chosen because she was bored and thought that having something to read would help. But why she picked that particular book she'd never know, unless it was out of a cruel quirk of fate. The moment Dr. Meade saw her reading Sartre's No Exit, he decided that it would be the Community Theater's first play production and that Carolyn would direct it.
There was no arguing after that. Though her desperation was real enough, her reasons weren't, and Dr. Meade had had more on his mind than finding a teacher to direct the play. When it came down to whether Carolyn kept her job as a receptionist or not, Carolyn had had to capitulate and agree to direct the play, like it or not.
God, she just couldn't be fired, not after the way she'd left the last job! She'd never find work again! This once had been a stroke of luck, being in the Langley Cafe on the right night when Dr. Meade was without his wife and looking for company. There'd been the usual ploy of "Come over to my office sometime. I could use you," but it hadn't been an idle line tossed off in an attempt to land her in a motel bed. He had been looking for a receptionist and the next morning she had gone to his office and been hired. She'd worked herself raw to prove her worth, too, and a month later Dr. Meade had told her privately that he was glad he had seen her in the cafe. She was, as he said, the office's midwife. But, as he added later, she had better deliver No Exit or else...
If Carolyn had ever told the actual reason she didn't want to lose her job, Dr. Meade would have blanched white. The outwardly proper Miss Saunders had been running from arrest and censure when she'd arrived breathlessly in Langley, just as she'd been running from one terrible incident after another since she'd grown to womanhood. It was a secret which had prevented her from marrying, and kept her crying herself to sleep on lonely, barren nights.
It was also the same reason Carolyn didn't want to be in the same building with those students, much less directing them in a play, and if Dr. Meade ever knew he'd have apoplexy on the spot. Carolyn was a molester of children!
The beautiful woman was inwardly tormented with a compulsive obsession to get naked with young boys, adolescents that were half her age. She'd been that way since she'd reached puberty, and a couple of neighborhood rowdies had soundly raped her while she'd been babysitting. Their fresh hairless loins had produced such delights in the young girl, that she hadn't needed any coaxing to allow them full sexual freedom the next time with her budding breasts and slender tiny vagina. It had been during teachers' college, however, that she'd discovered to her horror that young men her own age simply weren't as attractive to her. Her sexual urges were greater than ever, but the men with their overgrown hairy bodies and thick huge penises made her cringe with revulsion. How she yearned for the eager inexperience and slim, lean erections of teenage boys! They were so responsive and willing to learn from a good teacher.
The young blonde soon proved to be the perfect teacher. She couldn't seem to stop herself after she'd graduated and entered the classrooms full of delicious youngsters. She tried with all her willpower to stave off her lustful depravity, but the passions were too strong to resist, and it wasn't long before she was plotting who to seduce next and how to avoid discovery. Yet, driven as she was, Carolyn had been reduced to taking chances no sane person would have dared, abandonedly stripping naked in secluded corners of the school grounds to entice the boys of her choice, or letting them finger her and making them lick her warm moist vagina underneath her desk after class, her moisture-soaked panties off and hidden in her purse. Eventually, as it must, her frantic perversions had caught up with her and she'd been forced to flee with the police right behind her...
"Well, it's about time " Dr. Meade boomed out from the stage, breaking through Carolyn's torturing thoughts. "I thought you were going to take a short lunch break and come right over. What happened?"
"I... I stopped by McNary's on the way to see if they had received the copies of the play I'd ordered, but they said the scripts had already been sent over here."
The doctor put his hands on his hips and surveyed Carolyn. "Then where the hell are they?"
"Oh God," Carolyn moaned, looking up at the portly, thinly-mustached doctor. She could see him mentally undressing her, something he didn't try to conceal. "They... they must be in Mrs. Ferguson's office."
"Well maybe you'd better go get them," Dr. Meade said, glaring down at her. "And for Christ's sake hurry, will you? The kids have been ready to start for half an hour and I still want to get down to the hospital sometime this afternoon to make my rounds."
Carolyn raced up the aisle between the rows of seats in the auditorium and out into the echoing length of the deserted hallway, which led to the school office. She could feel her palms becoming clammy in dread of stepping out there on stage with those children again. Good God, how long could she keep it up without eventually giving in to her forbidden desires and the subsequent disaster it would bring?
Langley was the absolute last stop, that was for sure. She'd realized that as she'd sat in the cafe the night Dr. Meade had tried to pick her up. That final uncontrollable act at which she'd been caught-how could she ignore its meaning? She'd escaped by the skin of her teeth, a clear warning that next time it would be for keeps.
As she hurried up the hallway she chilled convulsively as she recalled that sordid, degenerate incident...
* * *
... It had been in Anaheim, California, half a continent away from Langley. She had asked young Dale Forbes to come to her classroom after school to take a make-up on an exam he had missed. Dale was fifteen then, a handsome curly-haired youth who obviously had a crush on his curvaceous teacher. Carolyn had known this, of course; she'd acquired a sense for that sort of thing over her years of seduction, being able to pick out with unerring skill those young boys who'd fall into her web. Dale had grinned self-consciously when he entered the classroom that fateful afternoon...
"Come in," she said brightly to the boy. "I was just going to go down to the teachers' lounge to get some coffee. Why don't you come along and take your exam there?"
"Well, gee, I dunno Ma'am." The teachers' lounge was a place to which all students were strictly forbidden entry, an inner sanctum where the teachers smoked and, it was rumored, even sometimes drank. Dale was understandably nervous.
Carolyn laughed lightly. "It's all right. All the teachers are at the P.T.A. meeting so there'll just be you and me." The P.T.A. meeting was, in fact, the reason why Carolyn had chosen the teachers' lounge as the safest place to seduce her student. The meeting was in another school and all the teachers had been required to attend; all the teachers that is, except her. She had been able to stay behind because of Dale's make-up exam. Also, the Teachers' lounge had a couch, was rarely cleaned by the janitors who, she knew, would soon be coming into the classroom with their brooms and mops, and had a door which could be locked without raising suspicion.
Somewhat reluctantly, Dale allowed her to lead him up the hallway to the forbidden lounge. He had already noticed that one of the buttons on his teacher's blouse was undone and that... she wasn't wearing a bra! In the lounge Carolyn closed the door and-Dale could swear he heard it-clicked the lock.
"Why don't you sit down, Dale?" Carolyn motioned toward the couch along one wall of the room. "Do you want some coffee? That is, you do drink coffee, don't you?" She watched him, smiling.
"If you say so. Miss Saunders," Dale replied, murmuring in embarrassment as he sat down and followed her with his eyes as she walked over to the coffee pot with what seemed like an exaggerated motion of her hips.
When Carolyn turned around she came across the room slowly, holding the two styrofoam coffee cups in her hands. "I forgot to ask if you take cream or sugar. If you want I'll... "
"No... no, I'll take it just the way it is I... I like it that way." Dale squirmed as she leaned down and set the two cups on the table in front of the couch and the full roundness of her breasts came into view under her blouse. Holy Jesus! He could even see her navel!
Dale dropped his eyes and stared at the steaming cups on the table in front of him, trying to control his racing thoughts. Shit! It was almost as if Miss Saunders was doing this on purpose, like she knew it would make him get a hard-on if she fooled around this way. But... no, his imagination was getting away from him. He was just here to take a test. It was only an accident that Miss Saunder's blouse had been unbuttoned and... but what about her bra!
"What's the matter, Dale?" Carolyn purred.
The boy's eyes shot back up to his teacher's face and he saw that she was smiling just like she knew. And worse than that, she was moving around the table and sitting down on the couch, right beside him! The teenager flushed as he tried to will his slender young penis from threatened erection, but it only seemed to jerk harder with every breath he took.
"Before we start your test, Dale why don't we get comfy and talk a while? Just you and me...
"Okay." It seemed to the youth that his teacher was sitting closer to him than she had to. She had settled herself against the padded back of the couch, with her dress riding high up over her satin-smooth thighs, the thighs which, Dale had just realized, had been encased in stockings in class that morning. But she had taken those off and, crap! Maybe even her panties too! The slight flush of before deepened and spread around the innocent boy's neck, but he wasn't able to take his eyes from her tempting voluptuousness. His penis spasmed again beneath his trousers, and feeling ashamed, he took a long, deep pull from his coffee cup, trying to hide his rising excitement with the drink.
"You'd better go easy there. Dale," Carolyn chuckled. "You wouldn't want to burn your tongue." Yes, she thought as she watched the boy with glowing eyes, he's mine. No mistake, he's mine right now! She felt the initial droplets of her arousal begin to flow from the sensitive lips of her pussy as she thought about what would be taking place within the next half hour. Oh, she was going to have young Dale throw a sweet, awkward fuck into her that he'd never forget! Oh, the innocence! The budding maturity that she could train and develop! It would be ambrosia!
Carolyn was aware of her student's small, sparkling eyes on her, and she glanced every now and then to the front of his pants. She could see the outline of his slender, virile cock nestling there, pushing spasmodically against the fly of his trousers as he ineffectually tried to stop his burgeoning erection. God, she loved little boys! How she loved them all!
Shit, Miss Saunders was really something, Dale thought admiringly. What he'd like to do, really like to do, would be to reach up and take her in his arms and kiss her. love her up a little bit... Oh, nothing more than that. He wouldn't try to fuck her or anything, but gee wouldn't it be nice to kiss those soft red lips and caress those hot-looking white breasts and maybe even suck one hard nipple with his tongue and-He felt his slender cock jump into sudden, instant rigidity, as if it were alive and straining for release from its cloth prison. He tried to force it limp again with his mind and banish the lewd thoughts swirling through his brain, but his traitorous cock remained throbbing and hard against his underpants. Guiltily his eyes went to his teacher's face.
Miss Saunders was looking at the bulge in his pants! And man-she was smiling with her lips half-parted and her eyes all smoky.
"Why, Dale!" Carolyn gasped in mock surprise. "Whatever were you thinking of to have that happen?"
"I... I'm sorry, Ma'am," he stuttered.
"I... I... " Carolyn laughed throatily. "Oh, I know why you have a hard-on, Dale. You can't keep any secrets from your teacher!"
The boy's breath quickened at her lewd use of the slang term. "You... You do, Miss Saunders?"
"You've got a hard-on because you want to fuck me," she said. "That's right, isn't it, Dale? You want to fuck your teacher, don't you?"
"Shit!" he blurted before he could stop himself. His cock was palpitating like a wild little mouse in his pants now, and his immature brain reeled with shock. Had he heard correctly? But why was Miss Saunders talking to him like this? Didn't she realize what she was doing to him? Ohhhh crap! He could feel his balls beginning to ache from his jism now! He needed relief badly, and Miss Saunders talking to him like this wasn't helping! He took another long swallow of his coffee, burning his tongue and found that his hands were trembling badly.
Carolyn leaned closer to the boy, and he could feel her scented breath on his cheek, like the scorching heat of a white-hot torch. She reached out and touched his knee lightly, her fingers seeming to sear right through the thin material. "Well, darling?" she asked breathlessly. "Wouldn't you? Wouldn't you like to crawl up between her legs and fuck Miss Saunders?"
"Hey, look, you better cut this out! I'm... I mean, I can't take much more of this!" he pleaded in a whining voice.
"I can't either, Dale, dear," Carolyn cooed on. "My cunt is on fire, right now. And the only thing that'll put it out is a nice, hard prick. You have a nice hard prick, Dale, I can tell... " And then his teacher reached up and touched the throbbing juvenile bulge in his pants.
Dale almost leaped off the couch in a convulsive reaction to the electric sensation of her touch on his sensitive penis. The older woman stroked it lightly, tantalizingly, sliding closer to the boy as he watched her in shocked immobility. Hell, he couldn't figure out which way was up any more! She was pressing her soft full breasts against his arm now, and her lips were tracing over his fresh beardless cheeks her tongue a path of fire as she continued to rub his already rock-hard cock!
"Hey, Miss Saunders, I dunno if... Maybe we should get the test over with and then... "
"You want to fuck me don't you?" Carolyn repeated in an almost mesmeric voice "You're a little scared because it's something new for you, but I'll be your teacher, Dale. Please let me be your fuck-teacher. Just say you want to fuck me, and I'll be your fuck-teacher... You want to fuck me, don't you?... You want to fuck... "
Her words droned on, inciting the boy even more than he was already. He came from strictly religious parents, and he knew in spite of his desire for his lovely teacher that somehow this just wasn't right! His mother had had a fit when she'd caught him playing with himself in the bathroom one time, and his father had beaten him with a strap until he couldn't sit down, so he'd already been indoctrinated. It was sinful! Didn't Reverend Percy always threaten the kids with eternal damnation if they did things like this? But shit, he wanted to so much! All he had to do was say the word fuck...
No! No! I don't want to hear any more! Dale thought with gathering panic. It's wrong. It's got to be wrong...
"What's the matter, my darling little lover?" his teacher asked casually beside him. "A little touch of conscience, maybe?"
"Well, gee... It's wrong isn't it? I mean, you're my teacher and all... You're older and-"
"Older and wiser, Dale dear," she whispered. "You want to fuck me as much as I want you to fuck me, I know you do. Why pretend any different?"
"Ooooohhh, Miss Saunders!" Dale whimpered to her teasing.
"Nobody will know. Just you and me Dale darling," she continued salaciously. "Nobody will ever know that your hard little baby-cock was up inside my soft wet pussy... "
His teacher slowly unbuttoned her blouse, then stood up and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She whisked her blouse off and stood there completely nude, her legs spread wide apart, her head and shoulders pulled back, and her hands knuckled sensuously on her proud, tanned hips. She was smiling at him with her mouth slightly parted, just the tip of her pink tongue showing wetly between her white teeth. The soft hair-lined lips of her moist pink vagina were presented to his eager eyes in livid sacrifice, glistening lewdly in the soft fluorescent light of the room Her high, voluptuously rounded breasts were startling white against the deep golden of her flat, taut belly, and her satiny-smooth legs were gleaming with the secretions flowing from her passion-flowering pussy-mouth.
"Well, little lover?" she asked in temptation. "Tell me the truth now. Wouldn't you like to fuck your teacher?"
"Gee, Ma'am," the boy's voice choked in his swollen throat. He stared at her transfixed, his cock pulsing maddeningly in his pants from her taunting pose beside him. "No, I... I mean, in the teachers' lounge?... I... Ohhhh shit yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes!"
Dale couldn't help himself any longer! His admission tore from his chest in a strangled cry that he scarcely recognized, and then she was down beside him, grinding her warm moist lips down hard against his mouth, her fingers on his turgid penis, rubbing it faster and faster, as she sucked and nibbled at his tongue. As if possessed of a will of its own, Dale's hand came up and found one of her breasts, squeezing the firm resilient flesh and massaging its hardened little nipple to a pebbly rigidity. He could feel the wetness from the seminal fluid seeping from his aching cock-head as she continued to stroke his blood-swollen shaft with a practiced thoroughness until he thought he'd cream in his pants for sure!
And then suddenly, with his young fingers kneading the wonderfully pliant flesh of her breasts and his cock jerking almost out of control, the full impact of what he was doing struck his inexperienced mind like a tornado. He was going to fuck his favorite teacher! He really was! Oh shit, and it was no dream, either, but the God's honest truth!
Dale crushed his pounding chest against her breasts, wrapping his arms around her in an awkward embrace of love. "Oh, Miss Saunders! Teach me! Oh, teach me how to fuck you!"
The boy's impulsive eagerness touched Carolyn to the very core of her being. She couldn't remember when she'd coerced a more helpless and defenseless young boy, and the thought alone was driving her wild even though she knew that later... afterwards... she would hate and loathe herself for what she was doing to this immature child. "Take off your clothes, darling," she cooed softly to him. "I want to see that delicious little cock of yours. I want to see it all, lover. Show it to me, now...!"
With numbed fingers, Dale followed his teacher's commands, his developing body afire with newfound passions. Mindless with desire for the older woman now, he stood up and undid his trousers in front of her He stepped out of his pants, then unbuttoned his shirt and finally rolled his already moistened underpants over his lean, smooth buttocks and down his trembling legs. He stood there before his teacher as though waiting for her approval, his slender young erection standing out straight and hard from his hairless loins, a slight drop of seminal fluid oozing from its slitted top.
"Ohhh, it's lovely, Dale, just lovely," he heard Miss Saunders sigh passionately. "Now tell me... you want to put it inside me, don't you? Right in between my legs... Tell me you do, darling!"
"Yes, Miss Saunders! I want to put it inside!" The words rasped from his throat hoarsely, in a voice he'd never heard before. "I really do!"
"You want to fuck me, don't you!"
"Yes! Yes! I wanna fuck you Ma'am!"
A small tortured cry rended itself from the heaving chest of the love-stricken youth, and he flung himself against his older teacher on the narrow couch. He showered moist hot kisses over her beautiful face and down in the valley of her breasts, dimly aware that perhaps later he'd be sorry for this but not caring in the least now.
Carolyn was breathing hotly into his ear and her tongue flicked out to dance along his tender sensitive skin. Her hand searched down between their tightly clasped bodies and located the tender hardness of his boyish penis. God, this child was so delightful to touch! He was so eager and defenseless to her every perverted whim! She couldn't wait a second longer! She had to have the fresh firmness of him deep up inside her yearning belly right now! That would be the ultimate, to have him fuck her with his youthful enthusiasm and then spew out his fresh virile sperm from his bloated young testicles deep up inside her waiting belly!
The older woman rolled them over on the couch so that they were spread out lengthwise, one of her quivering legs over the edge and supporting their naked bodies with her foot on the floor. With loving tenderness she placed the blunt blood-engorged head of his boyish cock against the wide-splayed lips of her cuntal passage. Then she began to move her lushly rounded buttocks up and around his imprisoned penis, pressing it deeply into her vagina with her own eager fingers.
"Oooohhh!" Dale groaned breathlessly. He thrust his lean naked pelvis down over her loins in bewildered ecstasy, wild pinpricks of electrifying sensations stabbing up through his belly.
His teacher spread her legs wider on either side of him so that the boy was cradled firmly between her high-lifting thighs, and he could feel his hardened cock-head slipping wetly along the hair-lined pink pussy-slit. She raised her wetly welcoming cunt up to his throbbing penis, and then the entire length of his boyish shaft was sucked right up inside her hot moist vaginal opening.
Oh shit! Oh damn, he was really fucking her! He was really fucking his beautiful naked teacher! Crap, he wished the guys could see him now to show them what a big man he was! The youngster was filled with a sense of limitless power, and with a wild cry of delight, he pressed down full against Carolyn's body. He thrust his slender hips forward to slide deeply up into her cunt like a driving piston, pushing the softly clinging walls of her smooth vagina in rippling waves before his rampant young cock. The mature woman could feel his small sperm-laden testicles slap hard against the cheeks of her tightly clenched buttocks, and she groaned in submissive rapture as the smooth blunt head of his penis stretched the elastic channel of her cunt wider and wider apart.
"Oohhh yes! Yes, darling little lover!" she sighed in the heated air of the teachers' lounge. She kicked her feet out into the air and locked her arms and legs back tightly around his tense young body. The thrill of being satisfied by so young a boy sent chills coursing up and down the older woman's spine, and the inner muscles of her moistly throbbing pussy tightened around his pumping cock in a pressuring action of their own. She felt deliriously impaled as the boy thrust his hips back and forth in his frantic effort to penetrate farther and farther into his teacher's excitedly dilating womb, and she bent all of her mind to the delicious enjoyment. Eagerly she yearned for the moment when little Dale would shoot out his thin, fresh young streams of adolescent semen and fill her thirstily sucking belly! Yes, oh God. yes... !
Dale Forbe's young face glowed with sexual pleasure as he bucked his lust-hardened penis harder and harder into the moistly gripping wall of his teacher's hotly steaming cunt. The sight of Miss Saunder's full white breasts jiggling beneath him and then the fleshy pink folds of her vaginal slit clenching against his pulsating cock with every stroke he made was more than his inexperienced young mind could stand! Ohhhh, and now she was slipping a hand down around his bottom and cupping his ass-cheeks with a kneading motion that he could feel all the way to his balls! He could sense that his testicles were swelling with a gigantic load of cum, and it wouldn't be long now until he shot all of his sperm right up inside her! Right up inside his teacher's nakedly trembling belly! Ohhhh... !
"God, Dale, God, my darling young lover!" Carolyn moaned ceaselessly into his eager face, her eyes opening and closing in the lost daze of her degenerate passion. She reveled in her lewd seduction like the perverted slut she knew she was, his slim young cock plunging smoothly up between her desperately working thighs all the reason she needed to have for doing this thing!
His all-consuming boyish shaft pumped deeper and faster up into her hotly willing vaginal passage, and she wrapped her legs more tightly around his bucking loins, rhythmically massaging his soft young buttocks with her passion-driven fingers.
And then suddenly Diane gasped with delirious excitement as she felt his youthful hardness begin to flex and pulse deep up inside her greedily sucking cunt. Its hard rubbery tip flared out inside her belly until she thought she would scream with delight. Her hands grasped harder at his smooth hairless buttocks so that she could pull him tighter into her expectant thighs, and she ground up against him as her own climax began with the force of a sensual tidal wave.
"Yesss! Oh yes, cummmmmmm!" She undulated beneath her young student's hardness, thrusting her yearning cunt up and down over his hotly expanding cock-shaft. "Oh God, cum in your teacher's pussy, darling! I'm cumminggg tooooo!"
Dale felt the warm gushing wetness of her orgasm seethe and How around his slender young cock as he fucked into her as best he could. And then the great swirl of heat which had been building in his balls became unbearable, and the boy gasped again and again in dizzying release. The hot fresh load of his semen rushed up from his bloated scrotum, up along the tube of his jerking cock and out in hot thin streams into her eagerly sucking cunt.
"Ohhh, Miss Saunders! I'm cumming too!" he groaned.
"Cum inside me, oh cum inside me," Carolyn chanted mindlessly, the starving walls of her vagina clenching frantically around her student's ejaculating hardness, desperately milking it of all its boiling virility. She moaned as the boy's last final spurt came, a seeming eternity later, and then she could feel his slender erection begin to deflate inside her cum-flooded vagina.
Young Dale withdrew his limp penis slowly with a soft popping sound, trailing a thin gossamer-like thread of fresh semen along her naked belly as he rolled over beside his teacher. His mouth was open and his breath was wheezing from his new experience. Shit, he still couldn't believe it had happened! He'd actually fucked his teacher!
A long moment passed, and then Carolyn said quietly: "That was lovely, darling. It was really lovely. I don't know when I've been fucked so well."
The boy didn't answer. He just lay there in a daze of confused satiation. He knew that he should feel guilty now, feel the first wave of shame like he always did after he'd beaten off in bed at night. But it wasn't forthcoming. He felt only like a full-grown man who had satisfied a grown-up woman, and it made his chest swell with pride. Hot damn, he was good enough to fuck Miss Saunders until she was screaming for more!
He felt the naked older woman stir, and saw her slowly rise up on all fours between his legs, her arms pressing down on the couch on either side of his waist. She was hovering on her knees between his thighs now, staring down hungrily at his limp little cock glistening with the juices of their recent orgasm. She said: "I'm going to teach you other things now, Dale dear. Things I bet you never dreamed about. Would you like that?"
The boy ran his tongue across his dry lips, feeling a tremor surge through his teenage loins again. Could he get another hard-on so soon? Was it possible? "Yes," he groaned in answer. "Yes, Ma'am! Teach me! Teach me!"
Her face lowered slowly toward his penis, wanting to take his flaccid shaft into her warm wet mouth and suck it into fresh, tender hardness again. She wanted to do it for the darling child, wanted with all her heart to repay him for the ultimate delight he had bestowed on her. She'd taken his innocence, and was now going to pervert him still further- "I'm sorry Mr. Sommers, I must have left the report on the coffee table and... " There was the sound of a key being inserted in the lock, then suddenly the door knob turned.
"Well, let's just hope we can get back to the meeting before... Jesus Christ! What the hell is going on in here?"
There was a tremendous crash as the door of the room burst against the wall, and both Carolyn and her young student were frozen in their lewd position. Their eyes were wide with terror as they saw the appearance of a balding, stocky man, his eyes exploding with a fire of holy brilliance, and behind him, the gaping school secretary.
"Mr. Sommers!" Carolyn cried, flinging the back of her hand to her mouth in sheer mortal fright. "What are you-?"
The school principal, Mr. Sommers, stood in the open doorway of the teachers' lounge, his face and scalp a seething bright red as he surveyed the sordid spectacle of the lovely woman hunched naked over the quivering loins of a small boy. "You whore!" he spat in response. "I should ask you what you 're doing-but it's all too obvious! A child molester! A no good, stinking pervert in my own school! Wait until I get the police, they'll know what to do with you!"
The police! "Noooooooo!" Carolyn leaped into action with a flurry of pure hysteria. Mindless with panic, the naked teacher snatched her blouse and skirt from the floor then, clutching them to her body, ran as fast as she could, knocking Mr. Sommers into the school secretary with the violent force of her sudden flight. She turned and twisted from his clawing grip, biting the principal's hand as hard as she could when he grabbed her, while wildly swinging her free arm at the still-off-balance secretary. His howl was only a dim sound in her ears as she bolted up the hallway, her brain pounding with the single insane desire to escape...
Carolyn raced out of the school and across the parking lot toward her car, her breasts jiggling wildly and her lungs threatening to burst from fear and exertion.
"Come back here, you slut!" she heard behind her, and she was sped on by the knowledge of what would happen to her if she were caught. That single idea made her uncaring of the spectacle she was creating as she ran, uncaring of the students who stood gawking at her from the tennis court as she crossed the parking lot. She ran harder than she'd ever run before, her breath coming in short gasps and her legs feeling like rubber, while she kept her eyes on her car, hoping that the spare keys were still in the glove compartment along with her wallet... hoping she could get away in time...
* * *
... And she had gotten away in time, she thought ruefully now as she reached the school office. But just barely, with Mr. Sommers running behind and the air full of his hoarse curses. But she had escaped, to live again another day.
It had been five months now without another boy, the frightening memory of driving wildly from California with her eyes peeled for police a coldly deterring memory. Since then she had been using her fingers to satisfy herself, finding no other way to suppress her sexual passion, yet masturbation could never release her drives as did the lovely hardness of a young boy's cock.
But now... now this No Exit! Dear God, now she was once more surrounded by the handsome masculine bodies she craved so dearly! She had to control herself! She once again set her mind to check her ragged emotions the rehearsal always caused her to suffer, sucking in deep, heated breath as she walked into the school office and saw the scripts she had ordered from McNary's piled on Mrs.
Ferguson's desk. Dolores Ferguson looked up at her and smiled.
"I thought you'd be in to get these. I was afraid if I took them down to the auditorium before you came in they might get lost, so I decided I'd best keep them right here." The frail, white-haired woman picked up the scripts and handed them to Carolyn.
Carolyn took them with a hurried thanks and rushed back up the hallway to the auditorium. No Exit! The title of the play alone made her quake. Yet, what distressed her most was the empathy she felt for Garcin, the leading character of the play. A pacifist newspaper editor who had been shot by a South American firing squad for his cowardice, Garcin after death, finds himself in a Second Empire-style drawing room with a revengefully-murdered postal clerkess and a socialite who had died of pneumonia after drowning her illegitimate child. It is Hell, but a very peculiar, subtle hell without devils or fire or any overt instruments of torture. Instead, as the play progresses, the characters realize that they are each others' torturer, and that their ill-mixed natures have created a psychological hell, a hell from which there is no Exit as Garcin discovers when he tries to escape the taunts of the two women, and stands at the door of the room, yelling: "Open the door! Open, blast you! I'll endure anything, your red-hot tongs and molten lead, your racks and prongs and garrotes-all your fiendish gadgets, everything that bums and flays and tears-I'll put up with any torture you impose. Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mine... "
Yes, the agony, Carolyn thought as she walked down the aisle of the auditorium, quivering as she glanced up at the stage and saw the teenage quartet. Their lean supple bodies were slouched against the props, waiting for her, just waiting for her...
"Well, I'm glad to see we can finally get underway," Dr. Meade bellowed as Carolyn climbed the stairway at the side of the stage, fighting to hold her raging emotions at bay. The doctor had set up a tape recorder on the stage to tape the rehearsal so that it could be played back for the students to hear themselves. More importantly, though, the Langley City Council was going to consider taking over the sponsorship of the Community Theater at its next meeting, a meeting which would be attended by all the town's leading citizens as well as by many of the students' parents, and Dr. Meade wanted to take the tape to the meeting so that the townspeople could more fully appreciate what went on at the rehearsals He switched on the machine, then turned toward the four teenagers. "Okay, everybody, take your places."
The youths stood up with a shuffle of feet and moved across the stage. There were three boys and one girl, not quite what the play called for, but at the last moment, one of the girls who had auditioned for the play was unable to participate, and a boy had been chosen to play the part of Inez, the murdered postal clerkess. Sixteen year old Rick Spalding had been picked for the part partially because of Joanne Wheeler, the brazen russet-haired girl who played Estelle, the seductive socialite, and who, Carolyn suspected, was enjoying the eager virility of Rick the way she herself would have liked to be doing.
Rick was a small, wiry boy who seemed to always talk with a snicker. It was as though his mind dwelled on nothing but dirt, though he was smart enough when he applied himself. Joanne was at his right, as usual, and the next in the circle of youths was Jerry McCandless, who played the Valet, a boy of fifteen who was more physically developed than the others, though all, with the exception of Rick, were the same age. In contrast to Rick, Jerry was rather slow, and it was a true test of Carolyn's patience to see if she could make him remember his lines He was however, a pleasant and easy-going teenager never angering at the others' jibes at his forgotten lines.
Carolyn glanced lastly at the craggy-featured Tom Wilson, who played Garcin. God, but he was the handsomest boy she'd met since young Dale Forbes, the boy in the teachers' lounge. Her eyes unwittingly traveled over the width of his young shoulders and the ripple of his developing muscles beneath his tight T-shirt, and the taper of his boyish waist into his skin-tight Levi's. Tom was the son of Langley's leading merchant, Frank Wilson, who was in turn greatly responsible for the financing of the Community Theater in hopes of sparking his son with the urge to learn. But Tom was a troublemaker and a slack-off, partially because of his father's important position in the town and the knowledge that sooner or later he'd get a job with a fancy title and never really have to work for a living. Carolyn was well aware of his swaggering manner, but it wasn't enough for a fleeting thought: Dear God, I wonder what the rest of him is like, the part that's covered up by his pants...
Tom's eyes met hers as she handed him his script, then skipped away to naively trace the lush contours of her full breasts and the swelling firmness of her rounded thighs beneath her short dress. Carolyn's throat turned instantly dry, and she felt her face warm with a sudden rush of blood which crimsoned her cheeks and temples. Damnation! It was almost as if the boy could read her lecherous mind!
Carolyn sucked in her fevered breath and walked to the middle of the stage rubbing her hands nervously, knowing that she would have to act calm and poised for the next three hours until the rehearsal was over, as if she were interested only in the youths' minds rather than their bodies.
When she turned back toward the students, she managed to force a false smile. "Now that each of you has your own script, we won't have to pass Mrs. Henning's book back and forth. I'm going to expect you to take these home with you and study them. Though each of you has progressed with your parts, there's still a lot of room for improvement. When you say your lines, they are going to have to sound as though they are spontaneous. To create this illusion... "
Carolyn talked on as if by rote, trying desperately to establish some organization to her tumbling emotions. It was not a simple matter, but somehow, she managed.
"Now then, let's take it from the top, Tom, where you're ushered into the room by Jerry... "
Through sheer brazenness on her part-plain, unadulterated will power she had never realized she was capable of, Carolyn bore the painful agony of the rehearsal. And miraculously it seemed to work, for over the next few minutes she slowly began to relax a little. For the first time since she had begun directing No Exit, she began to enjoy a certain measure of accomplishment, as well as an initial amount of peace of mind.
CHAPTER TWO
"Alright!" Dr. Meade called out from the back of the auditorium. "That's enough for today. Let's go home and study those parts some more."
Carolyn let out a long-held sigh of relief. It was over for another day. Thank God for that. Now the youths would leave and she could go home to the small cottage she rented behind Mrs. Henning's. The thought of the trees rustling in the cool evening air along the small stream at the rear of the yard gave her a feeling of peace. She often walked along the stream, though it was really an irrigation canal, which flowed between the fields on the outskirts of the town, but she liked to think of it as a stream as she strolled alongside its flowing waters, releasing her pent-up tensions after the rehearsals. Just listening to the crickets and the bullfrogs croaking was like a soothing balm. Yes, soon she'd be home, and walking along that stream...
"Miss Saunders?"
Carolyn heard a high-pitched voice behind her, and turned to see fifteen-year-old Tom Wilson standing expectantly, fidgeting, with his hands sunk deep in his pockets.
"Y-Yes?" Even as she spoke, the older woman was terribly aware of his youthful body pulsing out towards her from the smooth, hairless flesh beneath his clothing. She felt a twinge of naked desire curling up from her loins, and was hard-pressed to resist the lurid temptation to reach out with her hand and caress the flat curve of his belly where his skin-tight T-shirt disappeared down into his faded jeans. "What do you want, Tom?"
Tom looked back at her shyly, the beads of perspiration which had formed from the hot stage lights glistening as he furrowed his forehead. "Well... I was sorta hoping you would... well, help me."
"Help... help you?"
"Yeah... uh, Mr. Tompson said that we're going to have to move the props. There's going to be a school assembly tomorrow and he wants the props out of the way and... "
"But why are you asking me? I mean, how about Jerry or Rick. Won't they help you?"
Tom looked up the aisle at the backs of the three other students as they disappeared out the door with Dr. Meade. "Aw, they have to go home." He glanced up at her, his eyes pleading with hers. "I'd really appreciate it if you would, Miss Saunders, because... well, I'd rather not have to do it all alone."
Carolyn stiffened, sensing that she was being placed in a position where she'd have to stay in the auditorium alone with Tom. She tried to steel herself, but in spite of her efforts, she could feel tiny butterfly-like sensations creeping through her stomach, and she clenched her thighs tightly together in a desperate effort to stifle the smoldering embers before they grew any hotter. She realized haplessly that any wrong move could suddenly fan those glowing coals of barely repressed lust into a roaring inferno that would consume her forever. There would be no second chance, as there had been in Anaheim after young Dale Forbes.
Yet what possible excuse could she give to decline Tom? That she had to go home? The boy was not stupid; he would easily see through any phony reason, and she knew he'd be hurt and possibly hate her for what he thought would be a deliberate brush-off. So far, young Tom had been exceptionally cooperative during the rehearsals, contrary to the behavior she'd been warned to expect from him, and she would hate to upset that delicate balance. Moreover, she intuitively knew that to repulse the boy could infuriate his influential father, resulting in her expulsion as the Community Theater's director.
"Why... I think I can, if I don't have to lift anything that's too heavy," she said, nervously licking her full, pink lips.
Talking to hide her rising anxiety, Carolyn began helping the handsome young boy move the props, pushing first the two couches, then the mock fireplace, which had been built out of plywood and painted over to look like it was made of marble, to the two cramped storage areas along the sides of the stage.
Next came the screens, which were no more than old sheets which had been stretched across wooden frames, then painted to appear like the walls of a Louis-Philippe drawing room. Their size, however, made them difficult to maneuver, and Carolyn and the young boy had to struggle to keep the mock walls from toppling over.
As they were coaxing the last one into the crowded storage area, Carolyn accidentally brushed against the fireplace, and she suddenly felt her skirt tug at her as it snagged on a protruding nail.
"Tom... Tom, wait a moment," she called out to the youth pulling on the other end of the screen, "I think I've caught myself on the fireplace."
"Huh?" Tom said, stopping.
"My skirt, it's caught on something," Carolyn replied, her throat tightening. Oh damn. Why? Why this?
"But... but I can't let go of the wall," Tom said helplessly, "It might fall."
"Just push it back toward me a little bit," Carolyn pleaded, clutching the wavering prop with both hands.
As the teenager obeyed, she was able to release one hand, but before she could unsnag her skirt, the wall leaned and she had to grab it again. "It's no good, Tom. I can't see what I'm doing."
The two of them were silent for a moment, then Tom spoke up: "Wait! If we pull it a little farther this way, I can lean my end against the other props, and... "
"But I can't stretch any farther," she complained, "I... I might tear my skirt." Yes, she thought, that's what I really want to do, is to tear my skirt right off so that he can see...
After a moment, she replied, her throat dry. "Okay, let's try it."
Tom pulled his end of the screen toward him, then tentatively let go, watching it suspiciously as it rocked back and forth against the other props, then he came back to where Carolyn was standing, still holding her end of the screen with both hands to try to keep it steady.
When the boy saw where his teacher had caught her skirt, high on the inside of her thigh, he sucked in his breath. "I... don't know if I can get my hand in there. I mean... "
"You're going to have to try, Tom. I can't stand here all night." Carolyn could feel herself shudder as she thought of the boy wiggling his hand down the side of her thigh. There was something about the boy that there had been about Dale Forbes and the countless other youngsters she'd seduced over the years-something more than simply broad-shouldered good looks and a developing muscular virility.
He, in his innocence, might not have been aware of it, but Carolyn certainly was. Secretly, he craved her, his immature body at the threshold of adult emotion, and the undeniable if unconscious "animal attraction" was beckoning to her like a moth to flame. She knew that just a little-encouragement on her part could set it bursting free from restraint. Dear God, all she had to do was show her enthusiasm, and he'd respond almost without knowing what he was doing! And then... ? Oh God in heaven, and then... ?
Tom pushed his hand down between the fireplace and the woman's full rounded hips, feeling his fingers touching the taut valley of her groin, feeling them touch... "Gee, Miss Saunders, I'm... I'm sorry," he said blushing furiously.
Carolyn felt the delicious prickling sensation of arousal begin to flow in her excited vagina. "Th-That's alright. It... it couldn't have been helped," she managed to reply through a constricted throat. She was visibly trembling from the force of the erotic sensations that rippled uncontrollably through her tensed nerves. There was a sexual current jumping like lightening between their two bodies, and her mind was filled with the momentary vision of shamelessly seducing the young teenager. She turned her head and let her gaze fall to the crotch of his blue jeans, the sight of his tapering thighs with their lovely bulge between them filling her with a still greater desire that both thrilled and terrified her at the same time. Dear God, what was she doing... ?
Suddenly, she felt the screen sway. In her preoccupation she had forgotten the screen! Carolyn twisted her body in an attempt to keep it upright and heard a loud rending of cloth as her skirt ripped, revealing her panties and the tanned length of her legs.
"Oh no!" Carolyn moaned, fighting the prop as it lurched to the side, wrenching itself from her grasp, and crashed to the floor. She dropped her hands and stared at the screen which, miraculously, had not been damaged in the fall, then turned toward the surprised teenager.
"Tom, I... " Carolyn tried to form the words to tell him to leave her, but she couldn't seem to make her mind function properly as she felt the boy gaze at her bared legs. His eyes were almost a solid touch on her half-naked flesh, and they seemed to roam at will up and down the full, inviting curves of her exposed thighs. No! Tell him to go! a portion of her brain screamed to her. Tell him to leave before it's too late for both of you!
Tom stood transfixed, unable to turn his eyes away from her scant panties and the few strands of soft blonde pubic hair curling out from beneath them. What the hell, he'd seen lots of girls in bikinis, and even a few who'd taken everything off... but somehow this was different! They'd only been girls... but Miss Saunders was all woman! A real, live full-bodied woman who could have any man in Langley screw her if she wanted!
A savage thrill ran through the mature woman as she watched his unconscious ogling of her lush, barely covered crotch. She could feel a tremor of response deep between her inner thighs as she realized that she was gripped by the maddening temptation to strip down and let the excited boy see all of her! Everything, even her now hotly hungering pussy! It was horrible, she told herself. It was degrading and perverted, and she had to stop herself! Yet in spite of her revulsion at her own animal lustings, Carolyn found herself unzipping her torn skirt and saying in a voice she hardly recognized as her own: "I'd better find something else to wear. Maybe you could find something for me among the costumes. Would you like to?"
"Well, gee, sure! I guess. I mean... maybe." The .young teenager trembled with the confusion of strange new emotions. He had to admit the reason he'd been buttering Miss Saunders up to help him with the props was so he could be around her more. He'd often thought of what she'd look like without any clothes on, but that had only been in dreams while making himself cum! He'd never really figured on seeing his drama teacher really naked, or even like this, with her panties showing! This was a hell of a lot more than he'd bargained for, and too much for the inexperienced youth to handle! He was scared! He hated to admit it, but crap, he was actually scared!
"Well, dear?" she cooed throatily. The insane desires which had built to a fever pitch inside her were flaming with white-hot sensation, and she knew that the remaining remnants of her well-intentioned vows were fading into nothingness. "I hope I'm not embarrassing you like this?"
"No! I mean yes!" Tom swallowed thickly, his young mind whirling like a carousel. He stumbled toward the closet where the costumes were kept, trying his damnedest to act manfully. He took a deep breath and said in a squeaky voice: "I mean... yes, I'll be happy to find something for you to wear. And n-no, I... I'm not embarrassed."
"But how red your face is, Tom! Haven't you seen your mother like this before?"
"Well, yeah. Sometimes. And girls in bathing suits and stuff. But... "
"It's neither of our faults this happened," she said reassuringly.
"Yeah... yeah, I know. " Tom said, still flustered.
There was a small corner of Carolyn's mind that was stabbing her conscience with the horror of her actions, but a much more urgent voice was echoing up from heated depths of her moistly quivering loins. God, she wanted this cherubic student of hers! The licking flames of indecent desire were overcoming any and all thoughts of the future, or the bitterly learned lessons of the past...
Still confused by the recent turn of events, the boy struggled to keep his hungry eyes off her panty-covered cuntal slit. But oh shit, the thin material was almost transparent and pulled so tight it outlined her fleshy vaginal lips and showed the darkness of her curly pubic hair! Crap, his prick was jerking in his pants like it was on fire! It wouldn't go down for nothing, and if he got any closer to his teacher, Miss Saunders would surely see the bulge and then she'd be mad at him! Blushing furiously, he turned and achingly walked past the clutter of : props, jammed in the room between an assortment of stenciled crates containing sound and light equipment and thick coils of rope hanging from a forest of pulleys to control the various curtains, to the small room behind the stage where the costumes were stored.
"I'll find you the bestest costume we've got!" he said, almost panting now as he entered the room and looked up at the rows of costumes hung in double tiers along its walls, trying to decide. Finally he saw a pale blue toga with a silver border, very short and provocative, hanging in the top row. "I found one, Miss Saunders, a toga!"
"A very good choice, too, Tom. Will you bring it to me?" And then tell him to go! Carolyn's weakening resolve screamed desperately. Tell him to go before you touch his tender young body!
"I... I'm trying, Miss Saunders," the young boy said, standing on his toes. "But I can't quite reach the hanger, and I'm afraid I'll tear it if I pull on it hard. Will you help me?"
The older woman strangled a cry in her throat, a sudden surge of uncontrollable lust coming over her as she walked toward the room. The slender boy was stretching upwards with his hand and she could see his firm, taut buttocks straining, and the white elastic waistband of his underpants peeking above the belt-line of his Levi's. Carolyn tried to tell herself that what she was thinking now was wicked and suicidal... but her incensed passions were too fevered with desire. Every tingling nerve in her voluptuous body was reacting with billowing sensations, her vows and promises, feeble barriers that were swept aside as she stepped close to the young adolescent. "Here," she heard herself offer huskily. "Let me boost you up. I don't think I can reach it either."
"Gee, thanks, Miss Saunders."
Dear God, no! No, she couldn't put her arms around him and then stop herself! She'd be lost! Lost for good! But she clutched the handsome youth around his slender waist from the back, hugging him tightly to her. She strained against the sides of his thighs as she lifted him as best she could, her finger clutching his worn Levi's around front until they almost touched his crotch. She could feel his leg muscles as they curved inwards to form his virile young genitals, and it was driving her mad. Mad!
"I think I can make it now... " Tom called down to the mature woman. "Just hold me steady... "
"I... I'll try!" she replied in a halting voice. Touching him like this was torture! She struggled weakly with herself as delicious sensations rippled through her flesh, and she became aware even more of the vibrant teenagers smooth inner thighs as he wormed innocently against her nearly naked body.
"Just a little more, Ma'am!"
But Carolyn was feeling hot and dizzy from the hold she had on his firm, youthful body. "I can't! I... I'm slipping! Ohhhh!" She lost her footing suddenly, and together they swayed for a split moment and then tumbled onto a pile of ropes coiled on the floor. They landed in a tangle of arms and legs, Tom squirming between her open thighs and electrically against her panty-covered vaginal crevice, Carolyn still clutching him tightly, though now he was facing her.
"Gee, Miss Saunders, I... I'm sorry!" he gasped, breathing against her burning cheeks.
She couldn't seem to will her arms to let the boy free, the hanging toga forgotten as delicious sensations raced out of control through her belly. "It's all right, dear," she sighed softly in his ear. "Nothing's broken. Stay here in my arms for a minute until we get our breaths back, okay?"
"Ohhh, Miss Saunders! You're so warm and soft," the excited fifteen year old blurted out, trembling all over with tumbling emotions. "You're the most wonderful, beautiful woman I've ever known!"
"Why, what a nice compliment to give a woman, Tom," she cooed throatily. "I like you, too."
"You... do?"
"More than you'll ever know, dear... " she said in a soft, seductive whisper. She felt a tremor of arousal course through his whole young body, and groaned inwardly at what she was doing to him. Oh God, she couldn't seem to tight it, not the least little bit. A tremendous surge of salacious exhilaration charged through the barely dressed woman, and unable to resist, she undulated meaningfully under the handsome boy, pressing him tighter to her throbbing breasts. His firm, developing body felt wonderful against her, its sinewy strength pushing against the pliant suppleness of her breasts, and involuntarily, her arms rose to the boy's neck.
"Ohhhh, Miss Saunders!" Tom Wilson moaned in muffled excitement against her shoulder, and then suddenly he was pressing his warm, tender lips against her neck. "Ohhh, you're driving me crazy!" he breathed fearfully a moment later. "You're so nice to touch. I guess I shouldn't have kissed you... "
"P-Please, Tom. I... It was wrong," she groaned. Yet even as she spoke, her lips were parting and she was turning the young boy's head around so that they were face to face, their mouths less than an inch apart. "Don't... kiss me, darling!" she breathed heavily.
She could feel his tender lips crush against hers then, and she pulled him closer against her sensuously responding mouth, her hand sliding up and down over his trembling back. Her mind couldn't reject the lewd lascivious delights that were surging uncontrollably through her quivering belly! His firm, masculine warmth was so wonderful to her, and every delicious sensation and erotic thought worked to deaden the acute horror of what she was doing. Instinctively she drew the hem of his T-shirt up from beneath his pants and softly caressed his fresh young skin, pressing her own hungering body in sensual promise up against him. But all the while, in spite of the intensity of her response, there was a frightening dread alive in the pit of her stomach...
"No, Tom, no... " she whimpered, haunted by the fear of Anaheim and Dale and what might repeat itself now. "We... we can't do this. I want you; God I want you, but we mustn't... "
"Ohhhh, don't say that!" the boy moaned, almost in tears. "You're so wonderful, Miss Saunders... "
"Oh Lord help me," she groaned helplessly in his arms. For a terrified moment, the inwardly struggling woman fought more desperately than ever to escape her unwelcome emotions, but it was in vain. Almost as quickly as they had begun, they disappeared and her traitorously accepting body ceased its struggle. Despite her most fervent prayers, she was urgently kissing the handsome teenager above her again, gently but firmly kneading her hand over his young buttocks, as she felt the thin muslin of her blouse graze her tingling skin as it rode up across her abdomen under the boy's Squirming body. She wished in a wistful second that she could lose her lust for tender children and react to men as a mature woman should, but God, Tom was arousing her!
Ohhhh, Tom knew he shouldn't be doing this with the older woman-his substitute drama teacher, but still, she was so hot to be fucked and... and he just couldn't hold back! It was an unaccountable compulsion, and where it had come from and why it had taken over his mind and body he didn't know, but he didn't care, either! Shit, Miss Saunder's mouth was like honey, and she was so beautiful! And damn! Just like all the other girls who yelled no! and really meant yes, Miss Saunders was murmuring that they shouldn't, couldn't be kissing and hugging each other... but she wasn't stopping, was she? Ohh, shit! And the way Miss Saunders wanted it He knew he'd never be the same after this, but that didn't matter. Nothing mattered except the huge hard-on he had in his pants and the luscious older woman writhing and whining beneath him and making it harder with every move she made!
The younger boy's hands began to tentatively explore his teacher's warm body, moving up under her thin blouse and caressing the hardened swell of her full ripe breasts as she maneuvered one cup of her brassiere in the path of his wandering fingers. Crap! She wanted him, okay! He was setting her on fire, and he was only half her age, he figured! Why look a gift horse in the mouth? He could feel her nipples throb painfully against the translucent material of her brassiere, and tiny pinpricks of arousal flitted lightly through his stomach!
"Gee, you like me touching your breasts, don't you, Miss Saunders?" he partially whispered as his hand continued to stroke her breast outside the material. "Man, I sure like it!"
"Ohhh, Tom! Tom, darling!" she moaned in desperation. She couldn't fight him and herself both! The combination was too strong for her, and she was rapidly turning into nothing but a naked bundle of raw nerve-endings! And still came the thought that she mustn't allow him to go any further...
Yet she couldn't seem to find the strength to stop the hotly aroused teenager as he slipped inside her brassiere and cupped her naked breasts. Flames of passion raced over her skin as he eased up the cloth cups and awkwardly rolled the hardening nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She felt the heat of his breath brushing against her ear as he moved his curly blond head down to lock his lips moistly, eagerly, upon hers again. Unconsciously she thrust her own tongue out at her student, and he sucked it deep into the wetness of his tender young mouth. Oh God! His soft kisses were like molten fire, burning her to the very core! She couldn't resist him any longer!
Carolyn's breath came increasingly in painful gasps as her student eased his head away and stared wildly down at her. "Ohhh yes, darling child," she hissed in tormented surrender up at him. "Ohhh yes, touch me! Touch all of me, even my nice hot pussy! Touch my breasts and my cunt, darling boy!"
Tom needed no further coaxing. The muscles of his teacher's body tightened like bow-strings as she reacted to the delightful teasing of his eagerly fumbling fingertips. She jerked as one of his hands left her nakedly heaving breasts to trail a slow, tantalizing path down her quivering belly to the narrow waistband of her panties. He played for a tormenting moment at the swollen mound of pussy rising from the crevice of her tightly clenching thighs, as he gathered his own courage for the final assault on her pulsating vagina.
Miss Saunders said she wanted him to finger her down there... but crap! Should he take the chance? Once he did, he'd blow his cool completely! Nothing would stop him from trying to go all the way with her, and maybe he'd end up raping her like he did the Swanson girl last Easter! Shit, what a bunch of trouble he'd gotten into for that! But ohhh, his balls were aching and his cock was lurching in his drawers like hell! His teacher wanted him in her panties... then fuck it! He'd go in her panties! A ferocious lust gripped his immature mind with the force of primeval instinct, nothing but goaded lust for this voluptuous older woman directing his movements now...
Carolyn gasped breathlessly as she felt the frenzied boy's hand working itself beneath the tight elastic of her panty waistband and moving downwards toward her moistly ready vaginal slit. His fingertips teased hotly at the tiny bud of her clitoris and sent it springing up into even more warmly quivering life. Then the mature woman jerked forward as she felt his hand curl farther down into her white nylon panties and part the soft fleshy lips of her cunt. She groaned heavily up into the bold teenager's mouth as she felt his middle finger snake uncertainly up inside the tight opening of her secreting vagina. Wild electric shocks of pleasure stabbed through her naked flesh, and she ground up against the youthful hand, spreading her legs on the coils of rope with spiraling passion as he thrust his middle finger wetly up into her welcoming pussy.
The beautiful older woman tightened her arms around the boy in perverted desire as his searing lips again pressed hard against hers. His inexperienced fingers teased lewdly at her widespread cunt while his other hand continued to massage her naked breasts until she thought she would go insane with passion!
"Ohhh, Tom! Little Tom!" she moaned, still trying futilely to gain control of her abandoned senses. "Ohhh, Tom, take my panties off now, darling child... "
She gasped with shuddering excitement as she felt her student's slender hand slowly and awkwardly draw her already moistened panties down over her trembling buttocks. She couldn't keep herself from closing her legs and arching slightly off the piles of rope so that the boy could more easily slip off the unwanted nylon... down over her softly trembling thighs and feet... The panties lay uselessly on the floor beside the rope, a flimsy flag of surrender to her haunting desires. She could feel with obscene delight the cool air in the room play across her naked inner thighs and moist vaginal slit as her legs once again parted to the blond teenager in lewd invitation.
"Oh God, Tom, this is wrong! We... we mustn't!"
"Shit, we mustn't!" the boy gasped, his newfound lusts running away with his barren mind. A guy can take just so much prick-teasing and then he goes berserk! Crap, he bet Miss Saunders wanted him more than anything else in the world right now, and he sure as hell wanted to ram his cock up into her belly! He groaned with adolescent eagerness to possess the warm pink curl-rimmed pussy that was slowly and inexorably devouring his middle finger up inside again. His teacher's lushly exposed body was making him quiver with unbearable lust as he ground himself as tightly as he could to her mature nakedness. Shit, she was built like a brick out-house! He'd never been excited like this by any dumb girl before! This was one total woman, and he had to have her! He had to fuck his teacher or his balls would explode!
Carolyn could feel the blood-swollen lips of her hair-fringed cuntal slit being assaulted by the boy's ever-burrowing middle finger, and she groaned deep in her throat as the lewdly probing finger taunted every inch of her pulsating vagina. She whimpered moistly into his ear, trailing soft hot kisses down his neck while uncontrollably rotating her passion-driven thighs in helpless response to the boy's obscene finger-fucking. She splayed her trembling legs wider apart until one shoeless foot was on the dirty plank floor of the storage room and the other was grazing against the braided rigidity of the curled-up ropes around her.
"My darling Tom," she panted into his face. "Oh God, kiss my breasts. Suck my titties, Tom, suck my titties, but ohhhh, it's so wrong! So wrong!"
The boy's wet mouth began a gentle nibbling motion along her shoulder as he unbuttoned her blouse in response to her command and brazenly added a second finger, then a third, to the one already thrusting up between her legs. She quivered uncontrollably from the sudden delightful sensation, and then his boyish lips were moistly fastened tightly on one erected nipple. His fingers eased from her vagina and coursed lightly up over the soft smooth firmness of her belly. She tried to protest against her own lewd orders with her words and hands, but neither would respond as his, tender young mouth played for a long delicious moment around her throbbing breasts. Her passionate student moved hungrily from one to the other, his slender tongue trailing wetly through the narrow fleshy valley between them as he alternated his attention to each.
"Ohhh, Miss Saunders! I love sucking your tits!" he groaned in delirious passion, and then he dropped his head to her breasts again. He cupped them harshly in uncertain hands and began sucking the tiny, throbbing nipples deep into his wetly pumping mouth.
"Dear God!" Carolyn moaned, knowing she must stop the youth, but not knowing how to before it was too late. It was too late already, her sinking heart told her. Too late!
And then his mouth was sliding down over her trembling belly without her saying one word of encouragement. Tom's young mind was so hotly aroused with the instinctive urges of his budding sexuality, that he didn't need his teacher to instruct him what to do next! He knew without thinking only desiring with all the lust of his teenage mind!
The passionate adolescent ground his tongue hard into Miss Saunder's bud-like navel for a moment, raising soft wails and gasps of pleasure from her bubbling mouth. Again she sought to stop her eager student, but it was as if she had become paralyzed by her own erotic sensation. She felt her unresisting thighs being swept crudely apart as the young boy hunched up between them, and she sucked in her fevered breath as she felt his thumbs tentatively spread the soft hair-covered lips of her vaginal crevice. She groaned from unwanted excitement...
And then Tom flicked his tongue forward experimentally, the tip of it barely grazing the moistly pulsing bud of her tiny clitoris. Carolyn jerked spontaneously from the sudden teasing contact, and then felt the youth lower his fingers to the lush opening of her cunt and pressed it wider apart, thrusting the full length of his tongue deep into the slippery pink passage of her vagina.
"Mmmmnn-aaawwwww!" Carolyn sighed blissfully, her whole body quivering with erotic ferment. Young Tom Wilson couldn't stop his immature mind from wildly spinning, spurred on as he was by his teacher's obvious response. Slut! He was actually kissing Miss Saunder's cunt! He'd never thought about doing this to a girl before, but her warm wet pussy-flesh in his mouth was the craziest taste he'd ever had! He could smell the fragrance of her cunt and feel the soft springiness of her dark curly pubic hair against his cheeks and chin, and crap, he loved it! He loved sucking her pussy!
The boy skewered her deeper with his tongue now, licking and nipping all around the moist tender skin of her vaginal lips and valley. His teacher's legs were arched wide while he kissed and sucked as deep as he could up into the hotly seething slit between her thighs. Man, he was fucking her with his tongue! He'd never dreamed a woman's cunt could be so soft and delicious inside, and so pink and glistening all around it! Shit, what would his prick feel like up inside her? Better than his tongue even, he bet... !
Carolyn trembled from head to toe from the insane tingling sensations his slavishly tonguing mouth was causing up inside her spasming vaginal slit. "Ohhhhhhh!" a long wanton groan escaped from deep in her throat as she felt his inexperienced licking taunt every sensitive inch of her lust-filled cunt.
"No, you mustn't! You mustn't, darling!" she heard herself whimper in a last-ditch effort to control their mutually inflamed desires. Desperately she reached down and tangled her fingers in the blond waves of the boy's hair, trying to pull his sucking mouth away from her clasping pussy before she went stark raving mad with arousal.
"Ohhh, stop! Stop!" she groaned tormentedly, and to her amazed despair, the boy suddenly minded her. He raised his head, his cheeks and skin wet with her excited vaginal secretions and his eyes gleaming beadily with sexual ferment.
"Gee, that was the first time I've ever done that, Miss Saunders! You sure taste good! I like sucking your twat!"
"Oh God, oh God," she moaned at the crude word, and crushed the teenager hungrily to the throbbing fullness of her naked breasts. She could feel her unsatisfied cunt burning with obscene fire, and then Tom was kissing her again, thrusting his tongue deep into her throat as he had inside her pussy. God, how she wanted a boy, this boy! She was fighting a raging battle within herself that she desperately wanted to lose!
And then she heard a short, hissing sound-and she knew it was the unmistakable sound of his pants being unzipped! She felt his hand move away from her breast and struggle with the zipper and belt of his jeans. She tried to scream in protest, but her voice froze in her throat as she stared wide-eyed at the boy's suddenly exposed erection. Greedily her eyes absorbed the lust-inspiring sight of his slender penis as it throbbed up between his strong lean thighs, and she felt the sensations of forbidden lust flutter through her naked belly and loins.
"Gee, I... I couldn't stand it any longer, Miss Saunders," Tom moaned as he tore his Levi's free of his legs. "My prick is so hard it's ready to break in half!"
"You... you're beautiful," the perverted, excited teacher exclaimed. Her salaciously alive body was tingling all over with obscene fire, and oh God! His swollen young cock was just the perfect size for her! Just long enough and slender and so nice and hard... just for her, its bulbous head a darkly gleaming crimson where its tiny wet slit creased the tip. Ohhh, and his lovely testicles were so tight and round with the sensitive textured scrotum pulsing with lust! Dear Lord, how could she ever hope to resist such a tempting delicacy!
A strangled whimper escaped from between her parted lips and wildly she threw both of her arms around the boy in a sudden surge of unbearable desire. She mewled passionately, feeling the slender hardness of his boyish penis slide wetly along the flesh of her inner thighs, as she pulled his smooth muscular chest down tighter against her firm full breasts. The tormented teacher returned her naked student's kisses with lecherous delight, unable to stop herself from burrowing a hand down between their trembling bodies and wrapping her fingers gently around his throbbing young cock.
God, she was leading him on... and she couldn't allow it to go any further! Her whole life, her whole future hung on the slender thread of her restraint! But ohhh, the feel of Tom's young penis pulsing impatiently hot in her hand was a delight to her every nerve! How she'd like to bury his fresh erection deep up inside her unsatiated cunt this very moment! With no further thought, Carolyn commenced to stroke and massage the wildly pulsating shaft, rubbing the loose outer skin back and forth. Unconsciously she slipped her hand down lower, feeling for his tight semen-bloated testicles, their hairless silky texture sending new spirals of unquenchable desire surging through her overtaxed senses.
Tom moaned up into his teacher's mouth, quivering all over as her hand lovingly caressed the swollen flesh of his rock-hard young penis. Shit, he couldn't control himself if he'd wanted to! Miss Saunders had his pecker right in her hand and was playing with it! And... oh Jesus, she was diddling with his balls, too!
"Ohhh, I want to screw you, Miss Saunders! I... I've just got to!" he gasped frantically. "Oh, please let me fuck you, teacher!"
"No, oh God, no, dear little lover! We can't! You'd hate me afterwards, I know you would!" she moaned, the boy's obscene words only sending further shocks of lewd excitement coursing through her nakedly trembling flesh. Her entire vaginal crevice quivered to possess this handsome, passionate youth, but she mustn't do it... she mustn't let him! God if she did, then the whole sordid mess she'd left behind in Anaheim would start all over again!
She had to fight!
"Crap, I've got to, Miss Saunders!" Tom whined breathlessly. "I'm so hot I'm ready to cum right now, and it's all your fault I'm like this! You can't leave me this way, you just can't!"
Let him... let the boy fuck me... Carolyn's insatiably aroused flesh kept repeating to her over and over, while her common sense struggled to maintain the last remaining bit of control over her inflamed desires. She wanted him! Dear God, how she wanted to let everything go now and let him fuck her!
"Miss Saunders... Ohhhh, please!" Tom ground his loins demandingly between the older woman's trembling thighs, humping upward to jab his blood-swollen cock deep up inside his teacher's desperately straining pussy. But the older woman tensed, evading the slender up-slipping shaft in determination not to surrender this final vestige of her vow to stop molesting young boys. His glistening red cock slipped and danced in the hot, wet crevice of her cringing vagina, as the teenager thrust with blind inexperience like a dog jerking frantically and blindly with his lust. He felt his naked teacher's rejection of him, and it only goaded the boy into harder, more frantic attempts to bury his desire-engorged maleness into the wetly grasping walls of her cunt where his fingers had just been.
Carolyn moaned, his every awkward stroke between her tightly clamping thighs sending wild sensations pulsing through her naked body. And as she grasped his slim, pummeling shaft and tried to hold him back, she kept mewling up into his ear' "No, Tom, no! You can't darling! I just can't let you do it and ruin everything for both of us!" She hugged him tighter to her with her other free hand and talked wetly against his cheek even as he tried to squirm his penis up between her desperately clenched vaginal lips. "Listen to me, dear-heart! Listen to your teacher! If we do this in here, we'll both be sorry later! Don't you see? I'm so much older than you, and it isn't right...!"
"The hell!" he panted, almost ready to burst into tears. "You... you got me like this, making me stick my hand down your leg then... then taking off your skirt! You want me, Miss Saunders, and... and shit! You can't back off now! It ain't fair!" His high-pitched words came out in short, spasming puffs as he continued to thrust as hard as he could up through the hair-lined slit of her wet pink cunt.
"Please, Tom, please let me do something else... " the distraught woman pleaded, realizing that she could not send the teenager away in his present condition, that she must give him relief of some kind. It wasn't fair, and it was her fault! Dear God, what could she do?
"I... I can't wait any longer, Miss Saunders!" the frenzied student hissed. "Let me fuck you or... or I'll cream all over your legs!" The boy fought madly to reach the mouth of! the swollen hair-lined slit between his teacher's maturely rounded thighs, yet all the while the older woman was squeezing and rubbing his boyish penis in her own desperate fight to save herself. Suddenly, he gave forth a harsh groan as though struck with an arrow in the back, and cried out dementedly: "You did it! Oh shit fuck cunt! You jerked me off, Miss Saunders, and I'm cummmiiingggg! " Carolyn felt the teenager's cock expand and contract in her hand and a thin hot stream of his fresh sperm erupted from its head and splashed wetly onto her naked thighs and pubic hair. The hot white liquid ran down between the widespread crevice of her buttocks and onto the coils of rope below her, while still more ejaculated from the boy's rhythmically jerking penis.
"Damn! Damn!" Tom groaned, and at last he collapsed on top of her, panting and sobbing almost like a baby. Carolyn caressed his head, thinking, Dear God, how much I love thee, child!
Slowly the boy sat up, unable to look at her. He eased off her quivering body and to the side of the rope coils, stretching his feet across the floor. "C-Crap, M-Miss Saunders," he mumbled tearfully. "D-Didn't you want me? W-Was it all a game with you?"
Carolyn felt the anguish of the handsome youth and felt sorry for him. His vulnerable adolescent ego, already on the defensive because of their age difference and his relative inexperience, was wilting at the humiliation of knowing he'd done his damnedest and it evidently hadn't been enough. Dear God, if he only knew the truth! She looked down at the lewd white puddle of semen that covered her vaginal lips and matted her dark pubic hair in an obscene reminder of what she had allowed to happen in spite of her firm resolve. She couldn't touch it, couldn't do anything but stare at the slowly drying cum, feeling more humiliation and loathing for herself than she ever had before. "No, Tom, it... it wasn't a game," she said, faltering for the proper explanation. "I wasn't making fun of you, believe me. It... it was just a horrid mistake. I thought... oh, I don't know what I thought. I'm sorry. I'm terribly, terribly sorry."
"S-Sure," the hurt young boy murmured, wiping the tears from his eyes. Hell, no use crying over split milk. Miss Saunders was just like all adults, he guessed; took what they wanted and dished out the shit to their kids. "I'm sorry, too."
"You are right to blame me, Tom. It's all my fault it happened. You're still a boy and haven't learned control yet, but I'm a full-grown woman and should have known better." The dismayed teacher meant every word; she felt there was no excuse for despicably leading the poor child on the way she had. She wished the earth would open up and swallow her on the spot, she felt so sick of herself. "You... better get dressed and go now, Tom," she added dully.
"Gee, I-"
"Please, Tom. I want to be alone a little while and think things over."
Tom Wilson sighed, knowing that it was all over. He flipped his penis to shake the last drops of his cum off its head, then stood up and slipped the now limp shaft inside his underpants. He realized that he'd blown his chance to fuck his beautiful teacher, and that made him want this lush older woman more than ever. Putting on his jeans, he asked mournfully, "Are... are you mad at me, Miss Saunders?"
"No, of course not, Tom. I like you very much," and then shivering, she added; "Too much, it seems. I'm only angry at myself for letting this happen."
"Then... then everything will be okay tomorrow?"
Carolyn nodded her head numbly. "Yes, it will be just like it never took place. Please forget about it, Tom. Please do; it would be best for both of us."
"Sure, Miss Saunders," the boy said with false heartiness. "Sure, anything you say." The hell I will! he thought maliciously. I'm not going to forget this, and there'll he another time, Teach! Another time and another chance... and I'll flick your hot little twat-hole yet!
CHAPTER THREE
"Did she really pull her panties down and let ya fuck her?" Rick Spalding said, disbelieving. He took his eyes off the road a moment to cast a furtive glance at the boy sitting next to him.
"She sure the hell did," Tom Wilson boasted disdainfully. He turned with a cocky, deliberate slowness to smirk at Jerry McCandless, who was sitting in the backseat. "Miss Saunders let me fuck her solid this very afternoon!"
"God!" Jerry gasped, slobbering over a can of beer. "She really letcha ram it to her, huh?"
"Right in the costume room behind the stage, after you guys all left. She said she wanted to try on one of the costumes, only then she calls me in, and she's standing there with nothing on," Tom explained for a second time, embellishing the truth as he went along. Expansively he continued: "Then she says for me to take my pants off and screw her! 'Fuck me Tom! Fuck me!' she cries out. 'Fuck my pussy with your big hard cock'!"
"Holy shit! If she ever said that to me, I'd be outta my drawers and throwing her the bone to her ears! You betcha I would!" Jerry said excitedly.
"Yeah, well I didn't fool around none, neither. She knows a stud when she sees one," Tom said proudly. He'd been brooding ever since he'd left the studio a couple of hours before, his ego sorely bruised by the older woman's rejection of him as lover. It wasn't that he cared for Miss Saunders particularly; it was just that his pride demanded that he be the one who told a broad off, and not the other way around. Hurt and bitter, he'd brooded all the way home and through dinner, when Rick and Jerry had come by in the dilapidated Ford to go out on one of their nightly prowls. Now in a burst of adolescent bravado, he was soothing some of the pain by bragging of a conquest which hadn't quite happened the way he was describing it. He settled back in the car seat and propped his shoes up on the dash, popping open another can of beer from the six-pack Jerry had snitched from his parent's refrigerator.
"Sure as shit," he added, taking a quick gulp, "none of you ever saw anything like ol' Miss Saunders' twat, much less fucked it like I did. Suffer, punks; suffer!"
Rick snorted from where he sat behind the steering wheel. "The turds are flying thick in here today. The only pussy you ever saw was Joanie's last weekend, when I was pounding her ass in the backseat at the drive-in movie. You never even got your date's blouse off, if I remember right."
"Yeah?" Tom rapped back, his honor slighted. "That's all you know, piss-ant! It would take a crowbar and a blow-torch to get into Julie McConnell's box, and that's no secret. She don't count, and besides, I ain't never going to take that prissy little girl out no more, no how! You're just jealous because our drama teacher'd grind your pecker down to a nubbin if you ever tried to fuck her like I did."
"Ha, ha, and ha. That's what you started with, a little teeny stump. You can't even get it all the way out of your underpants to take a whiz, it's so small. Now, my old man, he's got a dangle down to his arch-supports. I bet he-"
"Screw your old man, Spalding!" Tom nearly bellowed. "I tell you I fucked Miss Saunders, and that's all there is to it. In fact," he snarled angrily, "she wants me to fuck her again."
"J-Jesus! Again! F-fuck her again!" Jerry McCandless stammered.
"Don't get a hard-on thinking about it, Jerry," Rick laughed. 'Tom's just making up stories to crap on us."
"The hell I am! How much ya wanna bet?"
"Five bucks," Rick sneered back at him. "You've got five bucks like I've got three peckers."
"You don't even have one, ass-hole. Besides, you can't prove it anyway."
'That's right, Tom," Jerry said, getting a hold of himself. "How can we know you're telling the truth? Maybe we could watch' you fuck Miss Saunders. Then we'd know for sure!"
"Watch!" Tom scoffed, trying desperately to think of a way out of the comer into which he'd bragged himself. "I suppose you want to hide somewhere with binoculars or something."
"Hold on Tom, for once ol' lame-brain might have the right idea," Rick challenged, "We could hide behind the curtains backstage after the rehearsal tomorrow and see if you get it in her like you say you can. Well? Put up or shut up, Tom."
"You're stupid. All three of us stay after rehearsal? She'd know something was up!"
"How's she going to know if we're hiding behind the curtains?" Rick asked slyly.
"But what if she sees you? She could start screaming her dumb head off, and if someone heard her we could all go to jail."
"Yeah?" Jerry added from the backseat. "What's she going to scream about?" He leaned forward and rested his arms on the seat between Tom and Rick. "She likes your big cock so much-you say-that she'll be pleading for another screw. Anyway, she can't say much or else we'll squeal on her letting you fuck her in the auditorium. She'll get into a hell of a lot more trouble for that than we will. We're juveniles, remember? Statutory rape and child molesting and all that."
Rick snickered wickedly, looking at his blushing buddy in the seat beside him. "Now, of course, if you're bullshitting us, and you'd rather back down... "
Tom was caught on the horns of his own dilemma. Crap, he'd never live it down if he admitted he was mostly making it up, and she'd really sent him packing. And Jerry was right-she couldn't say anything against him because he could tell on her, and she couldn't prove that he hadn't fucked her. Even in front of Rick and Jerry, she'd just look like she was lying to save her own neck... and he'd get a neat fuck out of her in the deal... maybe two!
"Well...?"
"Okay, Rick, you've got a bet," Tom said triumphantly.
"It's all set, then," Jerry said eagerly, "right after rehearsal tomorrow."
Tom shrugged nonchalantly. "Yeah, right after rehearsal tomorrow. Then I'll show you studs how a real woman can squirm her tight little ass for me."
"No doubt," Rick chuckled as he brought the car to a halt at a stop sign, and turned onto a road which followed the tree and brush-lined banks of a canal through the fields on the outskirts of the town. He enjoyed the whole idea of standing behind the curtains on the stage the next day while he listened to Tom trying to be a big man in front of Miss Saunders. Didn't make no difference if Tom was telling the truth or not. it wasn't any skin off his ass one way or the other. Be fun to listen to, either way. Yet if he was telling the truth... He glanced up into the rear-view mirror and saw the younger boy leaning back in the seat, looking up at the ceiling of the car. "Hey, Jerry, whatcha thinking about so hard?" Jerry McCandless pressed his thick, rubbery lips together tightly, deep in thought. Finally he admitted, "I'm just a-thinking 'bout tomorrow. Hell, all I gotta do now is look at Miss Saunders and my prick starts getting the shakes."
Rick Spalding laughed obscenely at his gangly friend. "Well, that might just be taken care of," he said, sliding a glance to his right, "that is, if Tom's telling us no lies."
"Just wait!" Tom retorted hotly. "I'll have you two cumming all over your pants behind them curtains tomorrow. You'll be right down on your knees, begging me to let you have some." He peered threateningly at his two companions, then turned to look back out the window. He couldn't get the image of the naked woman wiggling passionately on the floor behind the stage out of his mind. God, how he'd like to ram his pecker up into her hot pussy and pay her back for sending him packing that afternoon. And sure as hell he was going to later on, too. He'd bragged to the fellows that he could, and he sure as shit would, even if he had to rape her this time!
As he stared out the window, a loose, carnal smile expanded his handsome mouth. Yes, those long shapely legs of hers would be wrapping around him as he shoved his cock deep into her and fucked that goddamned bitch-woman half to death! Make him cum all over her legs, would she? Throw him out like he was a piece of shit, would she? Well, that drama teacher was soon going to learn a thing or two! He'd show her what a man was all about! Crap, his prick was hard as a crankshaft Just thinking about it.
Just wait till tomorrow, teach, he hummed to himself smugly. Then I'm going to make you beg to be fucked! You're going to find out for certain that you can't go messing around with ol' Tom Wilson!
* * *
Carolyn stood slump-shouldered on the throw rug of the bathroom of her rented cottage, one hand grasping the post of the shower stall and the other hanging limply down at her side. She still seemed to sense millions of tiny, invisible insects crawling over her inner thighs, defiling them so thoroughly she would never be able to feel clean again.
Frantically she twisted the old chrome handles of the shower unit and a thick stream of hot water sprayed in needle-sharp points from the shower head above. Clouds of steam billowed up and filled the bathroom like the vapor of a sauna. Unmindful of the scalding temperature, Carolyn stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed across its rod. She gasped as the hot water beat against her skin and turned it a livid red. But she made no move to leave or to cool the burning cascade, standing instead with her mouth open and her eyes tightly shut in endurance of the pain, accepting it as further punishment for her loathsome perversion. She briskly soaped her glistening belly, then down between her treacherous thighs and buttocks, and back up to her breasts in a desperate effort to cleanse herself of the creepy-crawly feeling of disgrace covering her skin, but no matter how she scrubbed, it wouldn't seem to wash away. When the beaten young teacher finally stepped from the shower stall and stood dripping wet on the throw fug, she dried herself harshly with a large fluffy towel. Her tanned skin tingled from the combination of the hot water and the rough toweling, glowing with a burnished copper color as she padded nakedly back to her bedroom from the bath.
Her eyes moved across the room to the rumpled clothes on the bed. She had dazedly cleaned herself up with her soiled nylon panties after Tom had left her in the auditorium, then had slipped on her same clothes under the toga, despite the agony of their touch, and raced home in an almost desperate urgency to get away from the damning auditorium and her hour of infamy, only to find Mrs. Henning out in the yard with her faithful German shepherd watchdog, Duke. Carolyn hadn't wanted to see anyone, much less Mrs. Henning, but the woman had called her over and it wasn't until she'd made several excuses that she was able to get away from her neighbor and enter the solitude of her cottage. There she'd hurriedly undressed and gone to the bathroom to wash away the unwanted light-fingered quivering that lingered between her thighs, and recalled her abandoned behavior under the orgasming loins of young Tom Wilson.
Carolyn unscrewed the top of a bottle of brandy that was on the small table beside her bed and refilled the empty glass beside it. She'd been nipping at the liquor since she'd returned, and once more she drank from the glass, the savory alcohol warming her throat all the way down to her quivering stomach. It made her slightly sick, for she hadn't had anything to eat since lunch, many hours before but then she thought of the desirable boy she'd almost succumbed to and she lifted the glass again and swallowed the rest of the brandy in one heady gulp. The soothing liquor flowed through her blood, relaxing her and making her feel less guilty. But God, it wasn't enough...
The shame-stricken woman crossed the room to a closet and withdrew a pair of slacks and a sweater, then hurriedly changed into the close-fitting clothes, wanting nothing more urgently than to cover her betraying breasts and loins. She paused to brush out her long dark hair in the mirror over the bureau, seeing that her face was radiantly tanned and vibrant, showing no outward signs of her dissipation.
God, just as always, she thought ashamedly. Nobody could ever guess that she'd been driven half mad by the attentions of a young boy she'd just molested... It was too bad that she would have to return to her dependence on masturbation, with nothing but the memory of this afternoon to excite her. Just the recollection of the handsome teenager sent little thrills of pleasure through her, making her nipples harden and tingle. But no, she had come too close as it was, and she mustn't even let herself dwell on darling Tom Wilson. She knew that if anything happened again, she might land up in bed with the handsome youth, and she was determined more than ever not to let such disaster strike.
She walked out of her room, taking the bottle of brandy and her glass with her, then stepped out on the small porch at the back of her cottage, taking a few more small sips of the liquor. A moment later, she was rewarded by a faint light-headedness that swirled through her, and she raised the glass again to take one more mouthful of the brandy.
God knew she needed lots of soothing. She would be living in a continual nightmare for the next few days for fear that the boy might do or say something ruinous in a moment of immature innocence. A teenager's discretion could never be trusted, and now more than ever she realized the stupidity of her actions that afternoon. Somehow she would have to get Tom aside tomorrow and talk to him... That is if she could fine the necessary strength to face that hellish No Exit again...
She put her glass and the bottle of brandy on the porch, and walked across the yard, brightly illuminated in the full moon, then down along the bank of the canal, listening to the friendly gurgle of its waters as they flowed out to the fields beyond the town.
Yes, somehow she would have to talk to young Tom, then hope that he would shrug off the whole sordid episode. But what if it was too late? What if he'd already said something... ? Oh God, she hoped that he had been too embarrassed to admit to anybody that he had been with her and failed! That would surely be her downfall...
As she walked, the warm alcohol wafted lazily through her ragged nerves, making her feel less guilty and afraid, and she realized that perhaps she was making a mountain out of a molehill. Perhaps in time he would forget entirely and she would learn how to resist her own lewd commands. Time was a great healer, and eventually there would be nothing left but a minor scar on each of their souls to remind them what had happened between them. She hoped so with all her heart, for there was nothing else she could do now except hope... and pray... and wait...
About three-quarters of a mile from Carolyn's cottage, the canal turned abruptly, then followed a road for several miles before it veered off again into the farm country surrounding Langley. When Carolyn reached the road she stopped to listen to the cool evening breeze rustling through the trees along the banks of the canal, feeling its soothing breath caress her skin. Yes, the paralyzing horror she had felt before was no longer present. She was finally beginning to relax...
"Hey, Miss Saunders!"
Startled, Carolyn whirled around and saw that a car had stopped across the road from her. She had not noticed it approaching as she'd had her back turned toward the road. Nor, strangely, had she heard it.
"It's me, Miss Saunders! Tom!" the boy called out harshly from the car.
"What? Tom?" The astonished woman replied, feeling a sudden jolt of fear.
"Yeah," Rick answered. "And me and Jerry for good measure."
"Sh-shouldn't you boys be at home?" she asked, dread and apprehension playing tag in her stomach with the alcohol.
"Naw, we've all had dinner and were out playing," Tom explained 'Then we saw you walking all alone and thought maybe you was lonesome." His heart was still pounding from the excitement he'd felt when he'd seen her step out on the road and had told Rick to turn off the headlights and engine and coast up behind her.
"Jesus," Jerry said hoarsely, his eyes bulging at her close-fitting sweater. 'Them sure are big knockers she's got!"
Carolyn instinctively clutched her chest, a sinking sensation gripping her as she heard the chorus of chortles that greeted the McCandless boy's crude remark. "Jerry, you ought to be ashamed of yourself, speaking like that to me! I think all of you should leave at once!"
"Aw, knock it off," Rick said contemptuously. "We know what you and Tom did in that dressing room of yours, so don't act so high-and-mighty with us!"
The older woman stiffened at the smaller youth's obscene reference, the blood draining from her face to the point of dizziness. Her hopes of a moment before vanished like a clap of thunder, for it was obvious that Tom had bragged to his friends, and they knew. Dear God, they knew! She shut her eyes tightly, her humiliation knowing no bounds.
"Now, we don't plan to tell," Rick said in a falsely soothing tone. "Not if you're nice to us like you were to him."
Carolyn's stomach knotted convulsively as if it had just turned inside out. Now she knew exactly what was on their minds, but still she tried to act naive. "Wh-what do you mean, be nice to you?"
"Some special drama lessons, teach. Some of the private kind like you gave Tom," he tormented with a snicker.
"Yeah," Jerry blurted out. "We all want to fuck yuh!"
Carolyn heard their laughing grunts of agreement and understood it all now, and it was obvious that Tom had put the other two boys up to this because of the way she'd treated him that afternoon! God, the irony of it all! Her one small act of decency was backfiring in her face, and in all honesty she had to admit she couldn't blame the self-assured teenager for paying her back this way. Retribution was never kind, and she was about to receive her earnings from him and his wolfish pals! Now she was being placed in a position of forcibly giving her body to all three of these boys in order to stop their lies! She fought to hold back her tears. Dear God, she wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry on top of everything else!
"Please, Tom, tell them! I... I'm sorry about today, but tell them the truth! You know we never... did anything!"
"She's trying to weasel out of it, fellahs," Tom snapped savagely. "I told you she would! I told you she'd lie!"
"I sure heard a different account." Rick leered at the woman. "I wonder if it's true that you shouted, 'Fuck me! Fuck me. Tom'!"
"I bet it is!" Jerry said, licking his thick lips "I figure we oughta find out for ourselves," Rick added, opening the car door.
"N-No please! Don't touch me! It's not true!"
"Why, no reason to get all upset, Miss Saunders!" Tom mocked cruelly as he, too, stepped out of the car. "Now, you just think how much you liked me fucking you today. You remember it good, because nothing you say is going to change things. You understand? You loved my prick inside you, didn't you?"
"Oh, God, no! No, this isn't happening!"
"Didn't you?"
Tom screaming at her was the bitter end. Carolyn could take no more, and suddenly from sheer panic she wheeled around and broke into a desperate run along the bank of the canal.
"Grab her, you guys!" Tom shouted. "Rick, head her off! Jerry! Jerry!"
She heard the car doors slam and the crunch of running feet grinding on the roadway shoulder, then the snapping of twigs as the trio raced along the embankment after her.
"I... I... " she heard a puffing voice in back of her say. A hand reached out and grasped her long flowing hair. "I got her!" Jerry yelled, and then he landed in a heap on top of her back, sending her down to the ground, crushing the wind from her lungs.
"You got her? You got her?" Tom's hot, excited voice called out as he ran towards them. "Hell, yes, I got her," Jerry answered.
"Make sure she don't scream none," Rick advised, squatting down beside them on the side of the bank. "Put your hand over her face, Jerry."
The terror-stricken woman couldn't draw in enough breath to gasp, but nevertheless, she felt a thick arm circle around and press against her mouth so tightly that her lips ached against her clenched teeth. She could feel the teenager's excited breathing as he leaned closer to keep her quiet, and a pungent smell of his aroused maleness rose from his skin, permeating her dilated nostrils. Despite her fear and agony, the odor was wildly enticing to her. She knew Jerry could feel her quivering beneath him, and had visions of what his vacantly leering face must look like as he held her lush throbbing body flat against the grassy embankment. The obscene helplessness of her position, coupled with the warm headiness of all the brandy she'd consumed, caused a strange crazy fluttering deep in her belly. It intensified with each time the boy moved his loins behind her and the contact became sharper against her buttocks.
"You sure no one's going to come along," Jerry asked hesitantly.
"No sweat. Nobody ever drives on this road anymore, not since the freeway was put in," Tom said. "And even if they did, they couldn't see us here, anyway."
"But what about the car? Won't they see that?" Jerry wheezed.
"So what's so strange about a car parked along a road?" Tom asked. "Maybe we're out taking a walk. You just make sure she don't scream none, and everything will be all right."
"Com'on, get her clothes off," Rick panted excitedly. "Man oh man, I'm dying to see her nekkid as a jaybird!"
"Hang loose. Jerry's gotta get offa her first."
"You gonna let me fuck her too, ain't yuh?" the bulking fifteen year old inquired as he rolled off the teacher's temptingly squirming body. "Hell, I wanna fuck her right now!"
"It's my party, Jerry and don't you forget it," Tom snapped rudely. "You just gimme a hand when I need it, and we'll all luck out just fine." The Wilson youth leered down at the voluptuous older woman. It was obvious that he was enjoying his thrust into prominence, and he was going to glean every satisfaction he possibly could from the situation, including lording over his buddies.
Carolyn, through her hazy veil of drunkenness, squirmed hard against Jerry's binding hand, able to move better now that he had climbed off her buttocks. She sobbed into the fingers covering her face, and broke away from them with a jerk of her head.
"Oh God, please don't! Don't all of you do it to me!"
Her piteous supplications were cut short again by Jerry's rough hand clamping down harder over her mouth. Further muffled cries were choked back into her throat until she could only groan with anguish through her flaring nostrils.
Tom reached down and snaked the zipper of her slacks down from the top of the waist-line to below her quivering buttocks. With one brutal jerk he pulled the slacks down over her softly rounded hips, and she could feel the cool rush of air against her naked inner thighs as he pulled them from her legs. All the while Jerry held her neck and face tight, his eyes bulging as each smoothly curvaceous inch of her buttocks came further into view, glowing softly in the moonlight.
'Take her sweater off now," Tom directed Rick excitedly as his own hands tremblingly caressed the lust-inciting nakedness of his teacher's inner thighs. There was only the narrow band of her nylon panties covering her buttocks now, and they were bunched up in a deep crevice between her ass cheeks. All three boys could see silken tufts of her soft dark pubic hair poking out from beneath the tight elastic rim of the panty leg bands.
"Jesus, just look at that! Just look at that ass of hers!" Jerry's face was contorted crazily as he stared at the rounded moons of her lush womanly buttocks, thin lines of spittle drooling from his lust-entranced face.
The mature woman groaned as she felt young Rick Spalding following Tom's lewd instruction. He was pulling the clinging sweater up over her sides and to her neck where it bunched in a wrinkled wring of useless cloth. The smooth golden softness of her skin was now broken only by the thin white brassiere straps and the flimsy pair of panties that stretched tightly over her buttocks. While she felt Rick's hand roving over her back that was bare from the shoulders down, his other hand started working clumsily at the clasp of her brassiere. Suddenly it snapped apart and her full upthrusting breasts, wide-set and resilient, fell free.
She gasped as the youth pulled the now useless piece of cloth from around her body and the two soft mounds of her breasts came into direct contact with the cool ground. Her nipples sprang into defensive hardness their tiny bud-like tips throbbing from the sudden exposure to the tickling blades of grass.
Tom's small eyes gleamed with inflamed desire as his shaking hands smoothed along the sides of his teacher's quivering thighs. Then with sudden impatience, he drew his hands up to the elastic waistband of her panties and hooked his fingers into the flimsy white nylon, beginning to peel them down over the gentle flare of her hips.
Carolyn jerked as she felt the last vestige of her protection being stripped from her helplessly pinioned body. She had lain dormant with fear and dread all this time while she felt the three boys claw and knead her defenseless flesh, but now she knew that this was the point of no return. If she didn't resist now, there would be no hope later. She couldn't allow herself to give in to the brutish young teenagers not now, not when she was trying so desperately to start her life over again and leave her sordid past behind! With this thought screaming in her mind, the desperate blonde tried to lurch up off the ground, rolling frantically from side to side, unmindful of how she must look. Her sudden motion caught the boys by surprise, but they were quick to react.
"Pull her back! Pull her back down!" Rick shouted as they all struggled with her flailing arms and legs beneath them. "Don't let Miss Saunders get free!"
The battle lasted only a moment as the greater strength of the three young teenagers gradually won over the older woman, and finally Carolyn was crushed brutally back to earth by their weight, with her face pressed tightly by Jerry's large hand. Her breasts ached as they were squashed hard and heavy into the damp earth.
"Now hold her good, damn it," Tom commanded. "I'm gonna give her a little taste of the future for her trouble."
With his hands on her firm, full hips, the boy forced her buttocks a little way up off the grass and then pressed his knees tightly between hers In one swift movement, the boy yanked her white panties the rest of the way off the half-moons of her buttocks, and when the silky material caught in the juncture of her thighs, he gave an impatient jerk. She felt the thin nylon-material rip into useless threads, and she knew now there was nothing left. She lay before them totally naked.
Then Carolyn trembled as she heard once again the harsh metallic sound of Tom Wilson's zipper being lowered. A moment later she could feel the warm smooth pressure of his hardened young cock pressing from behind into the tender flesh of her exposed vaginal slit for the second time that day. The older woman moaned softly in shame and fear as she felt the desire-heated tip of the boy's penis part the sparse curly tendrils of her pubic hair and push itself up into the sensitive folds of her pussy. She could sense the wetness from where hot fresh seminal fluid seeped from the slit in its blunted head, and she cringed forward, involuntarily clenching her buttocks together in abject humiliation.
"I'm gonna bake my loaf in her oven a nice long time," Tom boasted, pointing down to where his slender penis was trapped between his pretty teacher's buttocks. "Just look at it, will yuh?"
"What d'ya mean, look at you?" Jerry gasped as saliva rolled unnoticed from the edges of his lips. "Look at Miss Saunders! C-Can I touch her, Tom? Can I?"
"Yeah, go ahead while I get my pants off," the boy answered with a benevolent tone. He knew his generosity would make him look bigger in the other boy's eyes, and would only put his teacher down even more. He stepped back and began pulling his pants and shirt off while he watched Jerry reach over and reverently cup their teacher's quivering buttocks in his free hand. His dilated eyes burned bright as his coarse fingers moved over the rounded whiteness of her mature thighs, twisting and kneading the flaccid cheeks of her softly yielding buttocks with boyish lust.
The older woman lay unresisting before him, moaning low in a half daze, intensifying the erotic portrait of her voluptuous woman's body presented helpless to their leering inspection 'That's enough," Tom warned, now standing proudly naked in the moonlight. 'Turn her over."
Carolyn lay trembling with her face pressed into the dank canal bank grass. She didn't resist even when Jerry pushed against her body with his hands, rolling her over harshly so that she lay on her back, staring upwards with bitter shame and misery. Once again she stared at Tom's virile young penis jutting out from his hairless loins. It was beautiful to her in spite of her dread, its slender white shaft throbbing in grim advance warning of the lustful state the boy had worked himself up to. Her eyes trailed a slow path up along the entire length of his handsome, developing torso, and then gazed pitifully around to the other two boys. They leered back in unmerciful lust, and dully she wondered if they would have as delicious-looking cocks as Tom's hardened young shaft. Somewhere, deep in her mind, she sensed that they might even be better, and ashamed at her weakening resolve, she forced herself to look back at Tom.
It was a mistake. The boy lewdly waggled his blood-engorged penis and said: "Remember this, Miss Saunders? You like it?"
She tried to answer, but her voice was frozen in her chest.
"Like it, I said?" he hissed again with viciousness.
"Y-Yes, I like it," she finally managed to stammer, her eyes blurred by alcoholic tears of self-pity. Dear God, the trouble was she did like it! She heard Rick and Jerry laugh nervously from excitement, and knew they were thinking of what they were soon going to do to their nakedly trembling teacher.
She was stretched out before them without a stitch of clothes on, and they were going to watch her get fucked like they had never seen before in their lives... and then, they'd undoubtedly fuck her too. Their eyes were glowing like hot coals with adolescent anticipation, and there was nothing left now but horrible surrender to their every obscene whim.
Well, let them do their damnedest! The tortured woman vowed that she would not allow her body to betray her, no matter how much temptation it was subjected to, So let the three boys rut in her naked flesh if that's what Tom called victory! It would be the only kind he or the others would get from her; so help her God, it would!
"Now, spread her out for me," Tom commanded. Carolyn winced as both boys pulled at her arms and legs. She struggled weakly, but slowly, relentlessly, they forced her to sprawl in a lewd spread-eagle position. Tom dropped between her legs as they splayed out wide across the grass, the moist pink flesh of her naked vagina presented up to his leering face in shameful submission. Her humiliation was complete as she watched his slender tongue slowly circle his lips in preparation for the ravishment about to take place.
"Remember this afternoon, Miss Saunders?" he asked in a soft lewd voice. "Remember how much you liked me sucking your cunt? How hot it made you? Well, maybe that's what you need now, just to get you steamed up a little."
"No! Oh dear God, noooo! Don't kiss me down there again!"
But the malicious teenager only chuckled obscenely as he hunched down on all fours between her widespread tanned thighs... and then suddenly dropped his blond-haired head and thrust his tongue snake-like up into the warmly throbbing flesh of her pussy.
The searing wet contact with her sensitive cuntal slit brought a long low moan of anguish from the tormented woman's lips. "Ohhhhhh God, don't! Please don't!" she whimpered, trying desperately to screw her naked loins down and away from the slippery tongue licking hotly and mercilessly at her wide-held cunt.
The young boy's only answer was a lewd chuckle and a further wet stab of his tongue into the fear-clenched lips of her pussy. Me could feel her soft silky pubic hairs grazing tantalizingly against his nose and chin as she cringingly ground her hips away from his maddening assault. He'd teach his teacher to scorn him as she had before! He'd show her what a real man was, and before he was finished he would have her pleading to be fucked, damned right he would! Begging for his cock!
Shit yes, and it wouldn't be long now, he sensed with growing excitement. It wouldn't be long now before he rammed his pecker deep into that lying white belly of hers and shot his hot sperm all the way up in her lush pink pussy! Crap, she wasn't too good for him any more! She was going to be just another hot little bitch screaming to be fucked by any cock she could get between her legs! Well, the boy gloated with obscene delight. Miss Saunders would get it all right... and get it good!
CHAPTER FOUR
Spreading her legs wider with the palms his hands, young Tom Wilson buried the full length of his tongue snake-like far up into the involuntarily dilating lips of Carolyn's cunt. The older woman clenched her eyes tightly shut and her lips bared back over her teeth from the torturing sensations it sent racing wildly against her will through her body. She sobbed helplessly before her student's depraved attack and tiny goose bumps rippled across her quivering belly and full heaving breasts.
In spite of her horror at the indignities the depraved young boy was subjecting her to, an exquisite sensation of pleasure was forcing its way unwillingly through her struggling body. She could feel the tender fleshy lips of her cunt curling gently inward with desire, trying to pull his obscenely probing tongue deeper inside her hopelessly tingling cuntal slit. Despite her Firm resolve, she felt delicious shudders of voluptuous sensuality coursing through her nerves, their intensity increasing a hundred times by the very helplessness of her position. Her toes squirmed in the damp, grassy earth beneath the handsome youth's liquid attack, unable to resist his viciously driving tongue no matter how much she wanted to. She groaned, praying that her body would not betray her again. She couldn't give the little bastards that final satisfaction too! She fought the lewd sensations with all her might, but tears of frustration again brimmed her eyes as she sensed the control of her emotions gradually slipping away.
"Ohhhh! Ahhhhh!" she moaned as the teenager swirled his tongue madly around deep in her widespread vaginal crevice, expanding her tightly clenching cuntal opening with slavering greed. Oh God, now young Tom was debasing her! Treating her like a common slut in front of the other children, like some nickle whore he'd picked up out of the gutter! The obscene subjugation of her helpless body, and his taunting wet mouth violating the sensitive, unprotected flesh of her loins, were driving her wild with masochistic delight!
Against her will, the older woman's proud, firm breasts throbbed hungrily, and their nipples swelled into desperate hardness. She found to her fascinated horror that her vagina was reaching upwards of its own volition to absorb more of the teenager's teasing wet tongue caresses. As he dwelled lovingly in the pink softness of her cuntal slit and the flexing hollows between her buttocks, she uncontrollably drew her thighs as wide apart as Jerry who was holding her legs down would allow, until the glistening pink split of her cunt was wide open to the leering, lust-crazed eyes of her adolescent tormentors above.
With a lewd chuckle, Tom flicked the tip of his tongue down without warning against the sensitive puckered ring of her anus, clearly exposed in the crevice between her full white buttocks. The tight rose-bud opening of her rectum jerked in surprise and tried to pull itself inward to escape the cruel teasing probe.
"Aaaaaa!" the humiliated woman gasped between tightly clenched teeth. "D-Don't, Tom! Please, please don't!"
A sadistic laugh answered her as she bucked and squirmed under the taunting wet probe of her unprotected anus and cunt. Her eyes were tightly shut as she continued to fight the perverted sensations rising through her helpless body. Familiar waves of pleasure began creeping forcefully into every swell and hollow of her naked flesh. She fought against them with all her strength, but the indecent student hunched between her legs, relentlessly pursuing and tantalizing her open vagina. A fire was building unwantedly in her quaking belly that she could no longer control, and in the end it was the very thought of her helplessness that weakened her to submission. An excited moan escaped her lips, betraying her surrender to her youthful torturer. My God, I can't help it! I can't help it...
"Ohhhhh, Tom! Tom! stop, stop, stop, stop!" she moaned in a desperate chant, squirming as though being burnt by fire. "You're driving me wild! I can't stand it!"
"Beg me to fuck you!" the boy hissed up in a muffled tone, burrowing deeper with his mouth into her wide-split vaginal orifice. "Beg me, Miss Saunders!"
"No! No!"
A quickening of the obscenely flicking tongue...
"I can't!" his drama teacher sobbed incoherently. "Let me go! Please let me go! I can't!"
"Beg me to fuck you!" Tom drove his slippery tongue deeper up into her quivering belly again. "Do it!"
"Ohhhhh!" Carolyn's resistance ebbed with the maddening pleasures being laved on her helplessly naked pussy. But she couldn't bring herself to suffer this last indignation, knowing that this would be the point of ultimate surrender. The thought of begging the sadistic boy to drive his slender penis up into her open loins and quench the aching hunger now pulsing there like hotly licking flames, was unbearable. "Beg, you bitch! Beg me to fuck you now!"
"Yeah, come on, Teach! Come on, beg!" the other boys demanded.
"Ohhhh!" the tormented woman moaned. "Yes, give it to me!"
"Not like that, Miss Saunders!" her young torturer demanded. He increased his frenzied tongue-fucking until Carolyn felt all of her resistance melting away. Nothing mattered any longer save the crazy hunger deep within her belly, and she began blurting out all the filthy obscenities she'd used on other children, pleading with Tom with all the lust in her desire-wracked flesh.
"Fuck me!" she almost shrieked down at the boy. "Fuck me! Go on, you little monster! Fuck your teacher!"
"Let her loose, fellahs!" the boy called out to his buddies. "She's ready to ride!"
"Goddamn!" the open-mouthed Jerry gasped as he took his hands off her writhing legs. Rick Spalding was beyond speech as he watched with unbelieving eyes. He released his grip on his writhing teacher's arms as he too realized there was no further need to hold the subjugated woman down. Crap, this was too much!
"Fuck me!" Carolyn cried again, the lewd words boring into her degraded mind like an evil omen of doom. Her humiliation and defeat were total. She had tried with all the strength of her soul to change her child-molesting ways and become a decent, self-respecting woman, but dear God... there was no use fighting what she was! Her naked body was a helpless mass of passion to be abused in any way these boys wanted in their childish quest for sexual experience, and she would love every degenerate minute of it! There was no longer the slightest hope of redemption-there was nothing left except the obscene desire for the tender young cocks to be buried deep inside her debauched cunt! Her corruption would only be complete when they had all exploded their white fresh boy-cum deep up inside her welcoming body, now beyond all resistance or care! She was lost! Lost forever!
"Fuck me!" she pleaded again, closing her eyes tightly to block out the degradation of lying stripped naked and defenseless on the grassy embankment under three boys. "Fuck me, fuck me... all of you little bastards, fuck meeeee! "
"Hurry up, Tom!" Rick pleaded in a high whining voice. "Jesus! In a minute I'm going to blow my whole crapping load!"
Tom Wilson forced his blond-haired head up from the restrictive grip of her tightly squeezing thighs and kneeled up between her wide open legs. Shit, Miss Saunders was his! His to do with as he pleased! He had to fuck her, he had to, and quick!
The lusting teenager fell forward, his developing muscles smashing her firm full breasts tightly back against her chest. He thrust his lean hips forward and his long, virile penis slid in along the crevice of her saliva-wettened pussy, searching as it had before for the warmly gripping vaginal entrance. "Put me in, Miss Saunders!" he growled down at his quaking director. "Go on! This time you take my cock in your hand and put it in your cunt!"
"Oh God! Oh God!" Carolyn groaned beneath the youth. In desperate urgency, the older woman reached down between their yearning bodies and closed her hand over his strong hard penis. Oh Lord, it felt good in her fingers! She guided the blunt blood-filled cock-head into the moistly seeping slit of her pussy, positioning it right at her fleshy cuntal opening. "Hump!" she mewled passionately. "Hump me now, Tom! Hump me hard and fuck your teacher! " The boy could feel the tiny opening of her pussy pulsing in eager anticipation as her fingers lodged his hotly throbbing young penis straight between her soft hair-lined vaginal lips. Hearing her lewd command, he eagerly rammed forward deep into her belly, and there was not the slightest resistance as there had been only a few hours before in the school auditorium. He could feel the smooth warm walls of her cunt clasping around his aching cock so moistly and firmly it almost made him cum right then and there!
"Ohhhhh yes! Yes, little lover!" Carolyn sighed as the student felt his teacher's entire insides flowering open to receive him deep in her womb. Miss Saunders groaned and murmured incoherently as he began to fuck viciously into her quivering belly, her naked woman's body following his lewd thrusts in wild abandonment beneath him.
"Oh God, oh God, so good! Soooooo goooooddddd...!" she sang as if delirious, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck and pulling his slender chest down into the soft ripeness of her milk-white breasts!
The youth plunged his eager young cock up and into the warm soft cavern of her cunt, feeling the whole of her lush woman's cunt flowering wide before his inexperienced onslaught. Her entire body jerked and twisted and she moaned incessantly, her beautiful face contorting in passion. Her mouth moved ceaselessly and her nostrils flared in the untamed, perverted desire that had once more taken hold of her mature flesh when confronted with an adolescent's immature demands. Her forehead was covered with a light coating of perspiration that had broken out beneath her disheveled black hair. There was nothing that could stop her wild race for fulfillment now, as the eager teenager fucked into her like a full-grown man to bring them to orgasm.
"Ohhhh, darling! Darling child!" she moaned to the whole countryside. She slithered her fingers down over his wildly pumping buttocks and cupped the taut-skinned ass cheeks with frantic delight, arching her hips up off the grass to allow him greater access to her open and pleading cunt.
Rick and Jerry, watching incredulously from the sidelines, could hardly believe the passionate change in their pretty blonde-haired teacher/director.
Tom squirmed down into his teacher with all the strength of his lean young loins, and he could feel the smooth wet flesh of her vagina pulsing like a heartbeat around his slim hard penis. He pulled his head back so that Rick and Jerry could watch the mature woman's contorted face, her desire-glazed eyes staring unseeing up into his beardless face. It was something he wanted to gloat over, the humiliating surrender of Miss Saunder's whole being to the student she had so contemptuously denied that afternoon. And now... now she was twisting beneath him, unable to control her desperate need to be fucked and humiliated by that same young boy! Her face was wildly distorted with desire and her lips bared back tightly over her teeth with greater and more desperate sounds coming from deep in her savagely heaving chest.
Her body was slippery from the sweat of her untamed .gyrations, and her head flailed uncontrollably back and forth on the soft moist ground beneath her. Her mouth was wide open in salacious delight as she churned beneath her teenage student like something crazed and inhuman, spreading her legs wider apart and egging Tom on, faster and deeper.
"Oh God, fuck me! Fuck me deep and hard, you little darling!" she begged, gasping as if she were close to death. Feeling her climax approaching, she swung her soft voluptuous thighs up and wound them tightly around his heaving back. Then she waved her lushly rounded buttocks in uncontrolled abandon from side to side and spiraled her hungry cunt up and down on his plunging penis. "I... I'm cumming!" she suddenly squealed. "Darling Tom! I'm ccuuuummmminnnggg!"
Her body arched upward and she held the nakedly bucking youth tight to her quivering and jerking around him in a pulsating rhythm of climax as she gushed her orgasmic secretions around his still driving penis. Her lust-heated cum flowed down the wide-split crevice of her buttocks to soak around his tight young testicles as they slapped repeatedly against her tiny puckered anus.
The wildness of the older woman's orgasm was too much for the boy to resist, and he gripped the cheeks of her rotating buttocks and squeezed them together, feeling her wetly clasping pussy grip even harder around his pistoning cock.
"Oh shit!" he rasped in his high voice as he felt himself cumming. He gasped into his teacher's full sensual lips as he felt the bursting of his semen-filled balls, hearing her whimpering cry and the tightening of her arms around his neck. And then, with a deep groan that went on and on from way down in his pounding chest, the youth exploded inside her, shooting his fresh liquid seed far up into the depths of her receptive vagina. The ecstatic teenager groaned above her loins as though out of his mind, continuing his merciless pumpings with all his pent-up eagerness.
Carolyn sighed dreamily as she felt the young boy empty his youthful sperm with spurt after spurt of fresh virile cum, filling her belly and womb to the bursting point. She gripped him tightly between her thighs, still rotating her hips and bucking back down with her ankle-locked legs in time to his final thrusts into her insatiable pussy. And then...
Then there was nothing. The end came so suddenly and completely that Tom pitched forward in total exhaustion on top of his writhing director, flattening her naked flesh to the ground with her long tapering legs splayed on either side of his panting body. He lay atop her, clutching one breast feebly, breathing harshly, unable to move...
The older woman lay sobbing for her own breath, feeling all of her quivering stomach and full rounded breasts squashed by the muscles of his lean young chest. Her thighs and buttocks rested in the excess of hot wet secretions which had so completely filled her belly that they'd overflowed from around her clenching vaginal lips and trickled down between her tanned thighs to the cool grass below. But though her naked body lay drained of all energy, she could feel her mind beginning to return to reality, and as always, an aftermath of shame and disgust slowly filtered through her awakening senses. Miserably she lay sprawled in her lewd position beneath the teenage boy who was one of the drama students in the play she was directing, loathing herself for having surrendered to her own perverted lust. Truly, darling Tom had reached her before he was done, a conquering adolescent warrior devouring her will to resist...
Then came another, more fearful thought that made her quiver from head to toe. Dear God, it wasn't over yet! There were still two more young boys to satisfy! With bitter anguish she realized she'd been cheating this moment of retribution gradually for almost all her thirty-four years, and there was no one now to pay the piper except herself!
"Come on, Tom," Jerry whined above her head. "Get offa Miss Saunders. L-Let me have a piece of her now!"
"All right, all right," Tom gasped, "just a minute, will you?"
"Sonofabitch, that ain't right," the older Rick protested. "I wanna be next!"
"Can't you two wait, dammit!" Gingerly young Tom Wilson rolled off the exhausted woman. "I gotta have a minute," he said breathlessly.
As he lifted off her, Carolyn could feel his deflating penis slipping wetly from her desire-expanded vaginal passage. As the cool evening air rushed with a soothing swirl into the void between her thighs, she listened with bated breath to the argument going on between the three teenagers over who was going to be next. Jerry was still objecting with a low wheedling whine that sounded like a small child begging for candy from an older brother.
Finally Tom regained his breath. "I told you Miss Saunders was one hot fuck!" he bragged, reveling in the control he held over his drama teacher and the other boys. It was the supreme moment of leadership for him and he stood there with his legs spread apart, a contemptuous smirk slowly crossing his handsome face. "You, Jerry. You take her now."
"Aw, but Tom-" Rick whined.
'This'll teach you to doubt my word. Yeah, and you owe me five bucks, too, don't forget. Go on, Jerry!"
"Right! Ju-Just let me get my pants off!" The ponderous teenager unzipped his trousers, while Rick was also stripping naked on the other side of her. Clothing was strewn every which way, until finally the boys were all as naked as the older woman.
Their teacher shuddered in unwanted eroticism, vainly trying to control the seething emotions which were still creeping insidiously through her depraved flesh. She felt the breath catch in her throat as she caught her first glimpse of young McCandless' fully erected penis in the moonlight. It was only a little larger than Tom's, stubby and blunt like the stump of a sapling and, God! it looked every bit as temptingly desirable! Even the sight of Rick Spalding's slender, uncircumcised cock sent chills of unbearable desire coursing through her nakedly defeated body, setting off a desperate excitement in her trembling loins and belly.
Dear Lord, she must fight her salacious longings with all her strength! She must not succumb as she had with Tom to the betrayal of her perverted desires! She mustn't let them win! She mustn't! She mustn't!
"Turn over, Miss Saunders," Jerry commanded as he knelt down beside her. "I wanna fuck you from behind like a dog!"
"Yeah man!" Tom hooted derisively from the sidelines. 'That's telling the bitch! Fuck her dog-style!"
"Oh God," Carolyn moaned in a low, tormented voice, tears of humiliation and guilt streaming from her eyes and down her softly crimsoned cheeks. Fuck her like a dog... and maybe that's all she was good for now! She rolled her quivering body over on the cool, damp grass, resting heavily on her stomach in anticipatory dread.
"Now kneel up," the loutish youth demanded of his unresisting teacher. He grabbed her impatiently by the hips and pulled her up to her knees in front of him, where she rested panting, with her buttocks waving high in the air and her face pressed down into the matted grass alongside the canal. Jerry crawled up behind her and straightened up, and his teacher cringed forward as she felt the warm thickness of his pulsating young cock press into the split between her widespread thighs. Her forehead pushed down harder against the ground, and there was no place to go! Her naked body was trapped between the earth and the boy's searching penis behind her!
"See, Jerry?" Tom said delightedly as he heard the older woman groan in torment. "She loves yuh!"
"Y-Yeah!" the McCandless youth sputtered grinning stupidly. "I-I'll fuck her now!" He had never felt so excited in his life, and his pudgy young body shook as he looked down on his helpless teacher kneeling naked before him. He had waited forever to get his turn, and now his eyes shone with lustful frenzy as he rubbed his cock along her sperm-wet vaginal crevice. He wanted to go as deep inside her as he could and show her he was just as good as Tom. He had heard her moaning and seen her thrashing under his blond friend, and he promised himself he could make her feel just as good.
"Fuck her in the ass!" Rick suddenly called out.
"In the ass!" the confused fifteen year old repeated. Shit! He'd never fucked a girl in the ass before!
"Yeah!" Rick snickered lewdly. "Look at her hairless little hole just begging for your pecker!"
"Noooo!" Carolyn cried out unbelievingly. God, not sodomy! That was too terrible to take, no matter what! "No, not back there! Fuck me in the cunt, Jerry, but not in my rectum!"
"Betcha you're chicken, Jerry!" The upperclassman taunted maliciously.
"I'm no chicken! I'm going to fuck Miss Saunders in the ass, you guys. J-Just you watch!"
The older woman struggled to close her legs against him, but the boy's hands were too strong and he forced her firm fleshy thighs outward until one of her feet was dangling over the edge of the canal and the other was pressed into the brush along its bank. Then, taking one hand away from her roundly straining buttocks he gripped his hardened young cock between his fingers and fumbled uncertainly in the crease between her cringing ass cheeks. Carolyn could feel the tip of his boyish penis probing back there for several breathless seconds, trying to line up with her tightly puckered anal ring.
And then Jerry found it. He pushed forward and she felt a slight pop at her anus, and then a sudden spasm of pain shot up through her lewdly contorted loins. She twisted and screamed, trying with all her might to move forward and away, her lush buttocks moving like a live animal thrashing about to escape. But her jerks only helped to insinuate his stubby young cock deeper up inside her cowering anus.
She could feel the pressure of the lust-demented boy's loins pressing against her with a pulverizing strength, pushing her down into the ground, punishing the voluptuously mature buttocks that waved back in obscene invitation before his eyes. She bucked up at him, trying to throw him off. but he rammed down and imbedded his hardened penis farther up into the warm rubbery passage of her rectum.
"Aggggg! You're killing me! Stop it! Dear God, stooopppp!" Helpless tears of agony flooded down from her pain-stricken eyes, but there was no respite. The intrusion deep in her defenseless anus grew and expanded before the teenager's uncontrolled assault until she felt the heavy weight of his developing loins crushing hard against her buttocks sweeping them wider apart as he pressed forward with all his strength.
"Shit!" Jerry McCandless gasped, drooling excitedly on her naked back. "I'm a-all the way in Miss Saunder's ass!"
The pain-wrenched woman groaned piteously beneath the boy, her face pushed deep down into the dirt by the pressure from behind. Her belly felt twisted and stretched as though she were being impaled on a telephone pole. She continued to fight, clenching the muscles on her buttocks tightly together to try to force the long hard staff of his slender penis back out again. But it was useless.
Carolyn's frantic struggles only incited the dim-witted youth more, and kneeling behind her, Jerry began fucking in and out of her straining nether passage with long lunging strokes. His youthful hands held tight to the rounded curves of her hips, forcing the tortured sheath of her rectum up and down and over the throbbing flesh of his hard-thru sting cock.
The vindictive Tom bent down close beside her ear. "You like it, Teach?" he hissed. "You like being fucked in the ass like this?"
And that made it a thousand times worse, to know she was being watched as she endured this youthful sodomy. She heard both of the other boys urging Jerry to split her apart with his pistoning cock. Dear God, it was almost as painfully horrible as taking a grown man inside her!
"Yeah, wouldn't the Community Theater like to get a load of this! Think you'd look good on stage, Teach?" Tom's cruel lewd words droned on, but gradually the excruciating pain in Carolyn's wide-stretched rectum began to ease a little. She still felt ripped and tom, yet she could sense a gradual relaxing of her anal muscles in adjustment to the unnatural torture. And strangely, that tiny bit of masochistic excitement she'd felt with Tom began to emerge again. Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, the pain subsided and a weird thrill of obscene pleasure gradually took its place. An abusive delight at being so horridly used began to replace the searing agony which was racing from her cock-filled anus to the top of her depravity-ridden mind. God, she had wickedly perverted a countless number of young innocents, and now all their delicious slender penises were merging into the one single punishing hardness now stuck in her anus! What a perfect price to pay for being a child molester-to-be treated with the ultimate of contempt and humiliation by one of her own corrupted lovers!
"Ohhhh, I like it! I like it!" she began to croon mindlessly in rhythm to the youthful strokes skewering her buttocks, and she could feel herself squirming back to meet the sordid impalement as the slow-witted boy jerked forward into her rectum. The mere thought of her salacious admission only added further vengeance to her already incited passions. Her hand reached down under the boy and gently cradled the humping teenager's swinging testicles. Gently she scraped her fingernails over the soft, tight-skinned sac in a teasing motion that again brought saliva running from the edges of Jerry's thick lips.
"Ohhhhh, you darling boy! Fuck me! Fuck me in the ass!" she sang through her tightly clenched lips as he gorged into his teacher's lushly spread buttocks as hard as he could. The older woman mouthed obscenities back at her bug-eyed young student with words he thought he'd never hear from a girl, and she felt herself almost splitting apart from the power and pressure he was eagerly exerting deep up inside her quivering belly. And all the while she thrust back against his youthful loins in guilt and humiliation and masochistic joy.
"Motherfucker!" she dimly heard Rick Spalding sputter with enraged passion. "I can't take one more second of this! I gotta join in before I pop! Damn it to hell, I gotta!"
She felt the smaller youth move onto the ground in front of her, and then his hands lifted her head to face him. His erect penis jutted from his hairless loins like a slender battle standard, and he leaned forward, extending his hardened young cock towards the moist fleshy lips of his teacher's gaping mouth.
"Now it's my turn, Miss Saunders " he snickered down at the woman. "Suck my cock, Teach! Suck my pecker till I cum!"
Before Carolyn had time to collect her swirling thoughts, the teenager rammed his erotically aroused penis without warning between her parted lips, his hands holding her cheeks in a vise-like grip between them so she could not move away. He ground all of his virile young penis forward into her mouth, forcing her to gag as it jammed halfway down her throat, the full length disappearing into her involuntarily ovaling lips almost to the hilt. His sperm-swollen testicles slapped wetly against her chin, the soft fuzz covering them tickling her like a feather.
"Come on, Miss Saunders," she heard Rick command harshly above the top of her head. "Suck it! And suck it off good!"
Her lips slowly began a gentle nibbling on the hardened young member, as she coughed and sputtered at first until she became accustomed to the lewd invasion of her mouth. The saliva in her mouth grew and grew, and the older woman started working slavishly at the demand of his lust-heated length. She licked and sucked like a hungry waif as Ricky forced her to follow his own eager pumpings in and out of the tender warmth of her wetly rounded lips. She could feel his youthful hips writhing and straining against her bobbing head, his short little fingers curling tightly into the blonde tresses of her hair. He slipped her clasping mouth back and forth over the expanse of his thrusting slim hardness as though it were another cunt into which he could vent his adolescent desire, and she could feel the fleshy shaft stretching and expanding along her tongue until there was no more room left.
The naked teacher knew that at any moment her teenage student's cock would begin spewing its lewd boyish sperm into her helplessly trapped mouth until it spilled out over her lips and ran down her chin in thin white trails. Oh dear God-both boys were using her defenseless flesh as a wanton chalice into which to pump their burning fresh seed! The mental image of her naked body being buffeted between two hotly excited teenagers at the same time incited the obscene hunger in her belly to a raging, uncontrollable lust. The more she thought about Rick cumming in her mouth, the more she believed it to be the second finest thing which could happen to her-the first being the feel of Jerry's virgin male semen shooting up into her warmly clenching rectum. And towards that end, she sucked insatiably at the youthfully hardened penis fucking into her mouth, swirling her tongue around and around over the tender shaft of flesh. And at the same time, she was undulating her hungering loins back against the adolescent sodomizing her, opening the gripping muscles of her anus so she could gain every inch of his smoothly driving cock fucking deep up inside her ass.
Behind her, the slobbering Jerry McCandless could feel himself growing towards the end. He began to fuck faster into his moaning teacher's anus, mercilessly battering the quivering cheeks of her fleshy buttocks with his flexing hips. His pudgy hands grasped her narrow waist and her humping loins and then at her wildly bobbing head. The contrast of his buddy's long white cock sawing between the moist full pinkness of her lips sent electric thrills racing all along his swollen cock-shaft.
"S-s-shit!" he sputtered. "Ohhhhh, h-hot s-shit!"
The subjugated older woman felt the climactic tide rising deep in her own quivering belly. She sucked at the hardened young penis pumping into her mouth like the. obsessed woman she was, her saliva growing thick with Rick's tasty young seminal fluid as she felt her insides beginning to erupt with great hot flashes of orgasmic fire. She sucked desperately for the youth to cum, her own climax tunneling up through her veins from her bursting loins in a never-ending stream of billowing pleasure. Then...
"Oh! Oh, Miss Saunders," Rick cried out. "Suck me! Suck me hard! I'm cumming in your mouth!" His lust-tightened testicles pressed hotly against her chin as he buried his virile young penis all the way up in her madly sucking mouth. The round bloated tip of it suddenly began spewing hot fresh semen directly down her throat, filling her cheeks until she thought they would burst. The older woman swallowed voraciously, trying not to lose one single drop of the boy's delicious sperm, her Adam's apple bobbing crazily in her effort to keep up with the wildly ejaculating penis. Even as the naked teenager groaned out the last of his boyish seed into her face, Carolyn licked lewdly at the deflating member between her glistening lips, droplets of his thick white cum rolling down between her tightly ovaling lips like spatters of obscene white paint.
Simultaneous with Rick's orgasm and her own second climax, the obscenely abused woman felt Jerry's youthful cock inflating inside her rectum and spewing out its seething load. She screwed her upraised buttocks back hard against the boy's squirting rod of flesh as his seething sperm surged wildly up her anal passage and deep into her nakedly spasming belly. She could feel it gush out around the spasmodically clenching muscles of her anus and rivulet down the wide-splayed crevice of her buttocks to soak her softly curling pubic hair and drip down onto the flattened grass below. It was an indescribable sensation, and the whole of her sodomized loins felt used beyond belief as her orgasm flooded in great sensual waves around the still hammering cock in her tightly milking anus.
At last the boy in front of her collapsed, his softening penis slipping lifelessly from her unconsciously sucking mouth. Her legs and arms could no longer support her, and when the other cock slid limply from her ravaged anus, she too fell flat on the ground, the night's cool air flowing into her newly fucked opening...
There was no movement except for the whipping sound of young Tom Wilson masturbating near her head, his eyes bugging from his face as he too approached another orgasm. Carolyn's body ached and she dimly felt his free hand crawl over the wetness of her sprawling inner thighs, still beaded with his pal Jerry's fresh white sperm. She did not move as the revenge-filled teenager kneeled up between her open legs. He kept stroking wildly with his right hand at his long virile penis, his eyes locking on the swollen pink crevice of her sodomized anus. She heard him groan and suddenly felt a rushing shower of new hot cum flood wetly over her nakedly exposed buttocks. She just lay there, too battered and defeated to move away, just letting the thick young cream dribble down between the fleshy crack of her thighs and pool with the rest...
For a long moment only heavy breathing Filled the night. Then Rick Spalding slowly tottered over to where he had strewn his clothes in the bushes along the bank of the canal, sighing, "Well, it's been great, but I better be getting home."
"Yeah, I don't want to get no spanking." Jerry added, standing up and beginning to pull on his pants and shirt. "I'm not supposed to be out very late on school nights."
"True, true, " Tom said almost wistfully. He looked down at his once proud teacher, a slow leer pasting his handsome face. "I'd say Miss Saunders has had her fill of us, anyway."
"Y-you sure we won't get in no trouble for this?"
"Naw, Jerry," Tom sneered in reply. "Miss Saunders says anything, and she'll get in lots more trouble than we will. Like me and Rick told you earlier, she can't do a fuckin' thing about it." Carolyn cradled her face in her arms and began to sob softly. She heard the three monsters chuckling lewdly as they finished dressing, and then Tom came over and snarled down at her: "You better not squeal on us, Miss Saunders. Not if you know what's good for you. Besides, a good fuck never hurt nobody, especially an old broad like you."
And with that, they padded softly back down the canal in a burst of crude adolescent laughter.
CHAPTER FIVE
Carolyn Saunders lay motionless on the ground for a long time after the three boys had left, not wanting to move. Her legs were still spread wide as the teenagers had left them, and her loins were wet and raw from the triple raping they had subjected her to. Anyone who wanted could have come along at that moment and dropped down on her and fucked her to their heart's content. She would not have resisted or cared; nothing mattered any longer. The full impact of young Tom Wilson's threat permeated her tortured mind.
As the vengeful child had warned her, there was really nothing she could do. She could say nothing, no matter how many times he wanted to use her or how many of his friends he brought along. If Tom said just one tiny word, then all of her sordid past would be uncovered and she'd be lucky to escape Langley alive. As Tom himself might say, she thought in grim irony, he had her by the short hairs.
Dear God, she wished she were dead. She wished that she could be taken away and buried so she would never have to face the horrible, cruel world again. But... she wasn't. She was alive, perhaps barely, and would have to make the best of it.
She moved, pulling her naked limbs up into a sitting position. The pain and ache were terrible, and she winced. She paused a moment, then took a deep breath and raised herself into a standing position. She staggered over to where her clothes were strewn on the ground, feeling a dull throb from the marks surrounding her tender nipples aching all the way through her chest. Hesitantly, she reached her hand up and touched her full round breasts, then moved it down the smooth flat curve of her stomach to her pulsing pubic mound, feeling the warm fresh sperm soaking through the soft dark curls of hair to wet their swollen pink cuntal lips beneath.
She thought about her degenerate desires for little boys that she had so valiantly tried to suppress, and how the three savage young students had brought her more forbidden passion than she had ever experienced before. She thought about what it would mean to her future, if such she could call it, and she stood there whimpering with shame and defeat, looking down at her naked woman's body and feeling as though filthy unseen organisms were scurrying over every inch of her unwilling despoiled flesh.
Slowly and painfully she put her clothes on and began the long walk back along the canal to her rented cottage. Mentally she felt crushed; physically she was beaten and sore, her ravaged cunt and anus continuously throbbing with the ache of complete satisfaction from the merciless punishment to which Tom Wilson and his two teenaged buddies had subjected them.
Carolyn clenched her fists tightly together as she walked until her knuckles hurt, damning herself over and over. There was no longer a question as to whether she could cure herself of her corrupting degeneracy. It was obvious now that she could never trust herself to stop from following her molesting urges whenever the opportunity beckoned. No pledge, no promise, not even the horror of past narrow escapes would endure for longer than a few short moments when she was confronted with lewd temptation. Tom had proved that. Tom and Rick and even dull-witted Jerry... Dear God, there was nothing she wouldn't have given at this moment to purge her sordid, uncontrollable desires and replace them with ones normal and healthy. Oh, to be able to love a man, and marry him... but no, she was cursed with a love for only little innocent boys and their fresh virile cocks...
Dear God, there was no question about it, she would have to leave Langley as soon as she could. She had truly been defeated, both by the boys and by herself. For a fleeting moment the agonized woman considered vanishing in the night as she had before, but after reflection, decided against it. That drastic action wasn't necessary this time as it had been in Anaheim, not as long as Tom and his friends kept their word and didn't say anything. Anyway, all her money except for the few dollars she had in her purse at the cottage was in the bank, and the bank was closed until tomorrow.
A hasty, feigned sick-call would only delay the inevitable, and sooner or later she would have to report to work. Or worse, Dr. Meade might come by to see her and find out that she wasn't sick at all. No, the best idea was to calmly give two weeks notice to Dr. Meade tomorrow. He'd hate it, but she would be adamant, using whatever excuse she had to. She'd save her money and then go, the fourteen days until then pure living hell but necessary for her to earn a good recommendation. Money and a recommendation-they were absolute requirements this time. Even if it meant surrendering herself to Tom's and others' carnal abuses again, she would have to go through with it if she were ever to have the chance of picking up the pieces of her tattered life and rebuilding them successfully somewhere a long, long way from here. No matter what happened to her, she vowed...
As she entered the yard behind her cottage she heard the low bark of Duke, Mrs. Henning's German shepherd watchdog. She saw the light go on in her neighbor's kitchen...
"Carolyn?" a nervous voice inquired from inside the house.
Oh God, Mrs. Henning, the teacher moaned to herself in thought. I don't want to see anybody now... not even you...
"Carolyn, is that you?"
"Y-Yes, Mrs. Henning," Carolyn answered at last.
"I wasn't sure who it was when I heard the footsteps in the backyard," the elderly lady said, opening her kitchen door and stepping out. She saw Carolyn in the light that shot out into the yard from the open door behind her then, and stopped. "Oh my! What on earth happened? You look hurt!"
"N-No, it's all right," Carolyn lied. "I tripped on a fallen branch while I was out walking along the canal and fell down the bank a ways. I just skinned myself up a little bit is all."
"Oh, you poor dear," Mrs. Henning clucked sympathetically. "You should have more sense than to be out walking alone at night anyway."
She came across the yard toward Carolyn. "Now hold still while I take a look at you." She shook her head. "My, my. There's grass in your hair and your clothes are all muddied. You certainly took some tumble."
Carolyn nodded, enduring the older woman's fawning. Mrs. Henning was a slight, bony woman somewhere in her mid-sixties, prone to wearing off-the-rack bargain housedresses and wedgies with white socks. Her fly-away gray hair was at the moment tied up in a scarf, and a thick layer of makeup vainly covered the age-lines about her eyes and the sagging flesh of her cheeks, which sucked in toward her bright-red lipstick mouth. But she was a sweetheart nevertheless, with the kind of disposition of a woman all alone and needing to be wanted.
Behind her padded Duke, a thick-furred and husky German shepherd who had once belonged to Mrs. Henning's late husband. Duke was a magnificent beast, tall and stately in his own way, devoted to his widowed mistress. Though docile most of the time, Duke had been trained as a watchdog and protector, and Mrs. Henning never tired of telling Carolyn how savage he could become when commanded.
Duke came up beside Mrs. Henning and sat on his haunches, watching the two women curiously with his ears perked up and his long red tongue lolling from a sharp-toothed mouth.
"Arf!"
"That's right, Duke," Mrs. Henning replied, almost as if she understood the dog's bark. "Carolyn's all right. Just the same, if I was her, I'd have that doctor she works for look at me tomorrow."
"Really, Mrs. Henning," Carolyn said, forcing a laugh, "it was just a silly little stumble." Even as she said this, though, she began to get the spark of an idea. At first it seemed an incredible one to Carolyn, but the more she dwelled on the possibilities, the more appealing it became to her. She was clutching at straws for any kind of relief, if only temporary, and if Mrs. Henning would agree, then perhaps some of the nightmarish threat of succumbing to Tom again might be lifted from her tortured soul. At least it wouldn't do any hard to ask...
"There is something, though," she said, looking as pleading as she could at her neighbor, "Would you do me a very special favor Mrs. Henning?"
"If I can, Carolyn. What is it you want?"
"Well, I... I'd like to borrow your dog."
"Duke? What on earth for?"
Carolyn thought frantically for a minute. She couldn't use the real reason! "You know, of course, that I'm directing No Exit for Dr. Meade... er, for the Community Theater, and that the play opens with the Valet showing Garcin into the drawing room?" she finally asked.
Mrs. Henning smiled as if embarrassed. "To be honest, I never read the play. I wasn't ever much for book reading. All the books in the house were Cy's."
Thank God! "Well, then you wouldn't know," she adlibbed desperately, "but there's a part in the beginning of the play where we want to use a dog. It... It's for the affect. And Duke is such a smart dog, and he's so well trained."
"Cy did spend a lot of time with him," Mrs. Henning sighed, thinking back to her dead husband. "Why, I remember once when Cy-I always called him that for short, since I didn't like to say Clyde-he once made Duke-"
"Yes, I'm sure," Carolyn interjected. "That's why I thought of using your dog for the play." Mrs. Henning frowned slightly. "I really don't know if I should. He's always been around me, all day long."
"It would do him good to get out. And... and it would only be for the time that we're rehearsing." Yes, she thought as she talked, and the rest of the time I'll be here in my cottage, with the dog and its master nearby...
"My Duke on stage," the neighbor mused, weakening. Then: "All right, you can have Duke for the rehearsal. But only for the rehearsal-and the play, of course-then he's to be back."
"That's wonderful! He... will mind, won't he?"
"Oh yes, I'm sure he'll take whatever orders you give him. You've been living here long enough so that he's used to you and knows you're a friend." Then the neighbor smiled in an odd sort of manner, as if she was silently amused at some private secret. "Duke likes women," she added vaguely.
"Thank you, Mrs. Henning," Carolyn said, ignoring the last odd comment and turning to go in her cottage. "Thank you very much."
"Think nothing of it. Now, you try and get some rest. Come Duke." The large German shepherd obediently rose and padded after Mrs. Henning as she walked to her kitchen door. "Duke on stage," she tittered to herself as she walked in, "won't Sharon and the girls be envious!"
Carolyn picked up her empty glass and the brandy bottle on her porch, then entered her cottage, allowing her thoughts to drift back to what she had done. She would warn Tom and Rick and Jerry tomorrow that Duke would defend her, but probably the mere sight of him would deter them. Having the beast with her wouldn't save her from having to leave Langley, nor solve the basic problem of controlling her corrupting desires, but it would make the next two weeks bearable...
Ahhhhh God, it was as if a great stone weight " were being lifted from her chest, to know she would be safe for even a little while. Relief stole over Carolyn and comforted her afflicted mind as she undressed and slipped into her bed. After a few minutes of lying in the bed, she drifted into a fitful, restless sleep...
* * *
Carolyn was late again for the rehearsal of No Exit the next afternoon. She had waken early in the morning, bathed in a cold sweat after a chain of obscene nightmares, and miserably she realized that having Duke with her would be no guarantee of peace of mind. She had been unable to shake the continual shame of her situation, and the loathsome horror of all that had befallen her at the hands of those three sadistic kids. Yet more abhorrent to her than all else was the guilt of her own degenerate performance, nagging like a knife blade in her heart. She had sat in her cottage all that day in a stupor, constantly torturing herself with the knowledge that she had not only succumbed to young Tom's perverted streak of vengeance, but had wantonly bargained her body willingly giving herself to the obscene lustings of the boy and his friends with sordid shamelessness. It hadn't been until the very last minute when Mrs.
Henning had appeared with Duke that she had steeled her nerves sufficiently. She'd hurriedly dressed and taken the dog with her as she walked away from her cottage, promising herself that somehow she would continue as though nothing had happened...
Dear God, how could she even think in terms of nothing? Now, walking quickly up the street toward the school auditorium with Duke trotting along beside her, Carolyn felt a thick lump congealing in her throat, her eyes continually threatening tears. How did she dare hope she could face the students with a clear heart and smiling face as if nothing had happened? Her disgrace, she was certain, was as obvious as the sun above! Oh, if only she hadn't seduced darling Tom backstage yesterday... if only she hadn't been walking alone last evening... if only she hadn't given in to her own lecherous drives which had risen to take command of her senses! A thousand "if only's" swirled through the repentant woman's morbid thoughts as she reached the perimeter of the school grounds.
With trembling fingers, Carolyn led the German shepherd into the auditorium, still afraid of facing No Exit despite his defensive presence beside her. Tom Wilson would be waiting for her, and Rick and Jerry as well... oh Lord, all those lean, developing bodies and eager, boyish penises which had been so beautifully erect for her... God! She had to stop it. She had to for her own safety! She would have to act calm and settled and innocent even if it killed her trying...
Perhaps it was her basic pride, her stubborn resolve not to be beaten by her position, that still fought desperately for survival in the dim recesses of her tortured mind. Whatever it was, Carolyn knew deep inside herself that her only chance was to stay for two more weeks and stick it out. Somehow she had to find the inner strength to brazen this nightmare through and pray that Duke would protect her not only from the boys but from herself...
"Well, about time, Carolyn," Dr. Meade snapped. "You've been gone all day, and didn't even phone. It was hell around the office, too, let me clue you in."
"I... I'm terribly sorry, Bill," she apologized, blushing. "Something terrible came up, and I never had a chance to call. Please forgive me."
"Well... okay," Bill said, not mollified, but never able to stay angry at Carolyn for very long. "Just see that it doesn't happen again, you hear?"
"Oh, it won't! I promise."
"Now let's get going. I've had my hands full trying to get the props set up again and keep things going myself. The kids are all worked up about something, and damned if I can get them to concentrate. Say who's this? Another student?"
"No, this is my neighbor's dog, Duke. You see-"
"Never mind, just get cracking. I'm so far behind I shouldn't even be here at all, but I wanted to get the rehearsal taped for tonight's council meeting and... aw, hell. I don't have time to bitch. Let's get the thing over with."
One lucky break, at least, Carolyn thought as she hurried toward the stage. She hadn't been able to think up an iron-clad reason for quitting yet, but Dr. Meade was in no mood to hear her now anyway. If she could only dream up a story using the "something terrible" that had kept her away all day and throw in a reason for having Duke along as well, the combination might be just proof enough to convince him...
But she would have to think about that later. Now it was No Exit time, and as she climbed the stairway to the stage her stomach began to knot all over again. Yes, she'd need all the concentration she could muster just to get through the rehearsal.
When she walked out on the stage, she noticed that the four students had already begun the rehearsal, directed by Dr. Meade, but had paused when she had entered the back of the auditorium, and were now all grouped around similarly to the way they had been yesterday, all looking expectantly at her. She managed to return their smiles, endeavoring to portray an outward calm by sheer force of will... but it was nearly impossible. She saw all three boys rake their beady young eyes up and down over her lush woman's body with blatant lewdness, as if the mid-thigh striped dress she was wearing was still hanging in her closet and she was as naked to them as she had been the night before. And then she saw the twisted, obscene grin on Tom Wilson's beardless face and a similar one on the McCandless boy's, and her belly began to churn convulsively. Even as she smiled at them Rick Spalding leaned over and whispered something to his girlfriend, Joanne Wheeler, and the young girl broke out in a meaningful series of suggestive giggles that sent the blood draining from the older woman's face. Oh God, Rick had obviously told Joanne what they'd done! The redheaded teenage girl knew what her drama teacher had done! And... if that wasn't embarrassing enough, there came the dreadful creeping question: who else had the young boy told?
"Duke!" Carolyn snapped, trying to get a hold of the situation before it deteriorated further. The German shepherd trotted over from the wings. "Heel, Duke," Carolyn ordered, and then with the dog sitting beside her right leg, she said: "This, class, is a watchdog. I believe you all are acquainted with Mrs. Henning's pet?"
The three boys groaned, and Carolyn stroked the animal's heavily furred neck, sighing with her first breath of relief. It was working! But then why was young Joanne still giggling? Crisply, she added, "Duke will be with me every minute of every day; do I make myself perfectly clear?"
"I'm not afraid of him. I think he looks like a cute little doggy-woggy who wouldn't hurt a fly," Joanne said with a smirk, and all three boys sniggered in response.
"For crying out loud!" Dr. Meade exploded from the middle of the auditorium. "This is supposed to be a rehearsal, not a dissertation on the virtues of a watchdog. Now if you are entirely finished... " .
"Yes, of course, Dr. Meade," Carolyn said, lowering her voice apologetically. She saw Tom and Jerry nudge each other and smile, but she tried to ignore them, and straightened herself. "Okay, let's get on with it. Tom, Jerry, take your... "
"Dr. Meade! Dr. Meade!" There was a loud crash as the door at the rear of the auditorium swung open and Mrs. Ferguson appeared, running down the aisle toward the seated doctor who had turned to see what all the commotion was about.
By the time the shaking woman had reached Dr. Meade he had stood up. He put his hand on her arm. "Now calm down Dolores. What's got you so excited?"
"It... It's Frank Sweeney!" the school secretary wheezed asthmatically. "The hospital just called and said... " she swallowed, gasping for air, "they want you right down there. Frank's had a relapse and... and he's hemorrhaging something bad."
"Oh, Christ!" Dr. Meade bolted for the side exit, yelling at Carolyn as he passed: "You'll have to handle this yourself. I'll get Dave Phillips to come by and give you and the kids a ride to the council meeting if I can't get back in time." With that he was out the door and dashing for his car.
A solid wall of silence fell On the high-ceilinged auditorium. Nervously Carolyn heard the sound of the car's rear tires spinning in the gravel outside, the roar of its engine fading away, and then nothing...
CHAPTER SIX
Well, children," Carolyn said, swallowing thickly, "we'd better get on with the rehearsal and... "
"Oh, I don't know," Joanne Wheeler said languidly. She stood up and stretched her slender nubile body, smiling cattishly. "I sort of like stage work; don't you, Rick?"
"Sure do, lover," he snickered up at her.
"No Exit is a drag, you know?" Joanne continued, doing a little pirouette and kicking off her flats. "What we need are some dancing lessons. I sure do love to dance... "
"You're the greatest!" Rick encouraged.
"Do a dance for us, Joanie," Jerry asked eagerly. "Jus' like you were on Broadway."
"A real hot one," Tom added. "Like you did last week for us!"
Joanne giggled, pausing to place her fingers across her mouth. "Oh, I couldn't do that dance again. Not up here on the stage!"
"Why not? Nobody's here except us and Miss Saunders, and she won't tell!"
"Really, children!" Carolyn snapped, feeling the blush of her face spread lower, almost to her breasts. "I think .
"Whatcha going to do, Teach?" Rick cut in nastily, "Sic Duke on us? Just relax. Everybody's one big happy family here, no secrets between us."
"Sure thing, Miss Saunders," the red-haired young girl said, starting to gyrate her thighs as though following the heavy beat of acid rock music. Her tight little buttocks wiggled in the short mini-skirt she wore, her bare feet making squelching sounds on the hardwood flooring. "Maybe I can even teach you a few things, only I kinda doubt it after yesterday." And she giggled almost obscenely this time.
Carolyn stood transfixed, unsure what she should do. Nothing so bad had happened yet to warrant sending the dog into action, and she couldn't make all four of them leave by herself. Dear God, she was nonplussed, with either too much or too little power to handle this particular situation! She decided after a moment's hesitation to not make a scene just yet... the kids were probably only teasing her anyway...
"Okay, you studs," Joanne Wheeler called out, swinging her long silken hair wildly with a toss of her head. "I'll do my special dance. In honor of Miss Saunders. How's that?"
"Yeahhhh, do your stuff, baby!" her boyfriend Rick yelled.
The young slim girl basked in adulation, swirling to the very, center of the circle of light as though she were really on a public stage doing a performance. Her tongue nipped out and moistened her lips as slowly, she undulated provocatively in a dance step Carolyn had never seen before. There was a moment of hesitancy as if she were not entirely sure she should be doing this here and now, and then Joanne ran her slender hands along the sides of her curve-hugging sweater, her mind obviously made up. Slowly she began to lift the sweater up over her head in full view of the three young boys and their shocked teacher. With slow, shy motions the girl continued to undress, slipping the sweater off and then unzipping the side of her skirt.
"Take it off, rah rah!" blond Tom Wilson chanted excitedly, and Carolyn could hear Jerry clapping his hands in time to the girl's seductive strip. She watched in frozen awe as Joanne reached behind her smooth-skinned back and unsnapped her small lacy brassiere, allowing the full beauty of her firm young breasts to quiver into freedom. They swelled high and proud in the light, their tiny nipples standing out as the teenager raised her arms over her head in a cute little squirm.
She was almost naked now, in just her brief pair of sheer pink panties. Teasingly, Joanne turned around to the audience and bent in slow motion, presenting the erotic view of her tight round buttocks as she tantalizingly rolled her skimpy panties down over her curving hips and thighs. She hopped out of them when they reached her bare feet, and then turned around again, looking smugly pleased by her daring decision. All of her nubile nakedness was exposed now, from her ripely tilting little breasts to the soft reddish curls of her sparse pubic hair.
There was a spontaneous intake of excited breath from the three teenage boys, and once again Joanne giggled. "You like me?" the young girl asked provocatively, cupping her two breasts with the palms of her hands.
"Yeah! Yeah!" Rick panted. "Now do the rest of the dance!"
"Yeah! The rest of the dance!" Jerry echoed, drooling.
Undulating her taut, lithe buttocks like a fan dancer in a burlesque house, the naked girl walked to one of the couches in the set and stretched back on it with a sigh of pure wantonness, her slender white legs scissoring open to lewdly expose the thin pink lips of her developing vagina. Her bare feet were pointed directly at the heavily breathing class and rapidly growing desire reflected in her eyes as she smiled down between her up-lifted breasts and winked at Rick.
Carolyn shifted from one foot to the other nervously, never having expected anything like this! The sight of her young girl student tauntingly stripping off her clothes and then nakedly spreading her legs to expose her tender genitals made the older woman wince with sudden acute embarrassment. There was no question in her mind about whether she should have allowed Joanne to do her "special" dance, or if she should allow it to continue... yet Carolyn's own fleshy buttocks squirmed slightly with, the indecision in her legs. There was just Duke and herself to stop this lewd performance, and what could she have the dog do? Attack the girl? And if she didn't have Duke help her, then she would have to struggle with the four of them, including getting Joanne to put her clothes back on. Instinctively she realized she was in no position to do that. Dear God, what could she do? What should she do? Palms moist with perspiration, the humiliated woman continued to watch the naked little girl...
Joanne was writhing more abandonedly now, running the palms of both hands across the tender plane of her flat little belly as she groaned softly from her own arousing touch. Her finger tips came to rest at the top of her thin vaginal lips, and mewling sensuously, she pulled her legs up and let them fall wide apart so that all of her swollen cuntal mound was spread obscenely open to her excited audience. The young teenager's hands crawled down to the thinly hair-covered pussy-lips and spread them slowly apart, her erotically probing fingers working themselves inside the moist pink edges of her contracting cunt. Then she slipped her middle finger deep up inside the tiny hole of her pussy with a soft sucking sound, a moaning sigh of pleasure purring from between her parted lips.
Frozen to the spot, Carolyn gasped in stunned disbelief at the obscene spectacle of a fifteen-year-old girl finger-fucking herself in wanton disregard of common decency. Remembering lying in her own bed many nights and nearly going insane until she had relieved herself the same way with her own fingers, the older woman blushed slightly at the guilty thought flicking through her consciousness, her breath involuntarily quickening. Her facial muscles tightened as to her horror she sensed that her own flesh was beginning to pulse in warm response to the nakedly gyrating girl. Desperately she pressed her thighs together to cut off the unwanted tingling that had started by itself in the pit of her belly and was gradually worming downward into the sensitive crevice between her legs.
But all the corrupting perversions which the older woman had experienced the previous day had turned her body into a loose bundle of raw nerve-ends, incapable of controlling the sexual stimulus. And the lurid sight of young Joanne Wheeler fingering her own vagina was causing renewed desire to flicker hotly through her blood despite her unwillingness to allow it. She could feel small pinpricks of delicious sensation trickling through her throbbing breasts and the heat of her breath rushing from her involuntarily flaring nostrils as she became increasingly stimulated against her will.
God! She had to stop this at once! Her nerves were quickly crumbling and her mind was reeling, and she knew that no matter what young Tom threatened, this pornographic performance had to cease before things got any worse!
"C-class! Class!" the trembling teacher gasped out loud. "This... can't go on! Joanne! Stop it at once!"
"Ohhhhh, I can't!" the mewling girl responded. Her eyes were clenched shut as she writhed beneath her obscenely driving fingers in uncontrollable passion. "It... it feels too good! Ohhh, I want more...!"
"Yeah, let her fuck herself," Tom called out excitedly. "Man, what a sight! Even better than last week!"
"No! I can't allow this!" Carolyn snapped almost hysterically.
"Siddown, Teach," Rick snarled. "You can't do nothing, without blowing your own secret. Just pat your dog and stay cool... we're not hurting you any."
"That's right, Miss Saunders," Jerry added. "You had your fun with us, now let Joanie have hers!"
"You're not going to try and stop us, are you?" Tom said to her in a low, threatening voice. "You wouldn't want us to yell to the cops, would you?"
Carolyn glanced at her handsome student sitting close to her and caught the wicked gleam in his eyes. A defiance rose in her chest as she considered the disrespectful tone of his voice and the implication that he could tell her what to do. But then came the warning voice in her mind: Two more weeks. That's all you have to suffer through, just two more weeks...
"Sit down, child molester!"
The older woman's blood turned to ice as she heard Tom call her the obscene name. It was a further brazen reminder of the vicious hold he had on her life, and the fact that even if he couldn't touch her again because of Duke, he would have no compunction about following through with his blackmailing threat. Dear God, she had to stop the girl before things ran away with the class, but yet...
Carolyn couldn't force herself to resist the boy's threat and her own entranced indecision. Slowly she subsided on the floor next to the German shepherd, feeling the warmly seeping wetness between her thighs increase with every passing second. Perhaps, she rationalized, it would be all right in the end, because it was obvious that the girl had done this lewd display before in front of the boys. It was nothing new to any of the teenagers, so she might as well let Joanne finish her sordid show. She would sit quiet so long as it didn't go any further... and until the delicious tingling between her own traitorously moistening vaginal lips subsided. She turned her attention back to the spread-legged young girl on the prop couch, waiting with nervous fear of her own ravaged emotions for what might happen next...
The red-haired Wheeler girl had become possessed and was now fucking three of her fingers up between her quivering thighs. Her eyes were clenched shut as she writhed beneath her own driving fingers in uncontrollable passion. The rapid rhythm drove mewls of pleasure from deep in her throat as the fingers sank up into the tight pink opening of her tender cunt, making wet sluicing noises as she pushed them in and out. Her face was flushed as she strained for her climax... but her fingers were not enough. Her head rolled from side to side, her long russet hair flying in her frustration.
"Ohhhh, I want more! Rick! Rick! I want more! " Still the frantic girl tried to satisfy herself, her slender hand beating a wild staccato against the wildly straining crevice of her buttocks, her moans faster and louder with each passing second...
Suddenly Carolyn heard the mingling gasps of youthful excitement coming from Jerry and Tom, and she looked out of the corner of her eye to see what was going on. Oh, no! the teacher's heart leaped into her throat as she stared at young Rick Spalding. He was shedding his clothes as fast as he could, his slim, rigid penis jutting out in front of his boyish loins like the branch of a young tree.
"I'm coming, baby!" he yelled at his girlfriend. "Just hold off, and I'll show you how to really dance hot!"
"Ohhhhhh, hurry lover!" the teenage girl sighed. "Hurry!"
Rick ran out to the couch, smiling in eager anticipation. He crawled up on the velveteen setting, and knelt lovingly between Joanne's slender young thighs, laughing gleefully as he watched her masturbating close up. The pubic hair sparsely covering the mound at the base of the nubile girl's white little belly was soaked and gleaming with her vaginal secretions, spread back from the narrow finger-filled slit of her soft pink vagina. "Hey, wait for me, baby!"
"Ohhhhh, fuck me! Fuck me!" the teenage girl mewled pleadingly.
The horribly obscene vision of the two young lovers spotlighted as though they were in a passion play was beyond their teacher's toleration. She gripped the studded leather collar around Duke's neck, clutching at the squatting dog for support. She tried to clear her head and think straight, the nearly over-powering thought that she should intervene now at all costs and put an end to this wanton exhibition fumbling through her brain. Dear God, she had to scream or rush in and tear them apart or something! She had never witnessed such a spectacle of sheer, perverted lust!
But all Carolyn could seem to do was shudder from the sexual stimulation that indulging in something forbidden gives, even against one's will. She had never seen two people make love before, and she found the lurid anticipation of seeing it now was affecting her in a way she'd never dreamed possible! The first shock of absolute revulsion was fading, and now she was feeling a strange, light-fingered quivering up between her own thighs as young Rick's lips began to crawl up Joanne's squirming body. Never had she experienced such an abhorrent sense of fascination! The lewd sights and sounds held her spellbound!
"Ahhhhh," the nubile young girl sighed, causing a rash of goose bumps to ripple across her teacher's flesh. The obscene sounds made Carolyn's breasts begin to rise and fall heavily, making the nipples distend against the soft material of her brassiere. She could see Rick's hard slender penis pause momentarily over Joanne's still widespread vagina. The mature woman thought that the boy was going to slide it up inside his girlfriend's warmly receptive belly then, but he didn't. Instead he slid slowly all the way up her slippery tan body and straddled her firm, taut breasts, his lean cock standing out straight from his hairless belly, with the blunt scarlet head only a few inches above Joanne's gasping mouth. Then Rick reached one hand back behind him and with a quick flick of his wrist shoved his middle finger up between her wetly open legs, skewering it deep into the moistly glistening fleshiness of her cunt. The teenage girl jerked and writhed with passion as he rotated it around inside her, teasing her sensitive cuntal walls until she was panting and groaning, breathing sighs of surrender to the lascivious plundering of her tender flesh. Carolyn's breath was coming in tight gasps now, and the burning sensation in her loins was growing with maddening intensity with each passing second as she sat and watched her naked student being ravished by another. Her own mature body was perspiring in the warm, close light of the stage spot lamps, the excited bodies of the teenagers around her creating their own additional heater. The teacher could feel a trickle of nervous sweat running from her navel down her belly and into her pubic hair, its slow, teasing trail causing her to squirm the moist, hair-lined lips of her throbbing pussy down hard against the wood floor beneath her buttocks.
Abruptly an electric-like jolt shot through the woman and she nearly cried out in alarm as she felt a pair of hands slipping around her from behind and curling over her breasts. "Shhhh, Miss Saunders. It's just me," the voice of young Tom Wilson whispered wetly into her ear. "Quite a show, ain't it?"
"Let me go," she said venomously over her shoulder. "I... I'll call Duke if you don't!"
"I dare you to," he sneered in a low voice, his warm breath hot in her ear. "I've been sitting here watching you, too. You've been squirming like your ass is on fire and you know what I think? I think you're remembering Rick's pecker in your mouth last night and wish you had some more of it right now!"
"Y-you can't speak to me this way!" Carolyn shrilled in response. "And take your hands off my breasts at once!" she ordered, trying to squirm free of his clutching fingers, wondering why the hell she didn't command Duke to attack the boy. Tom only chuckled lewdly and drew his teacher back against him, pressing his already hardened cock into the crevice between her buttocks.
"Damn you, Tom Wilson!" she hissed, but still she didn't send the patiently waiting animal beside her into action. She labored, gasping for breath, squirming harder in a determined effort to overcome by herself both the boy and her own mounting desires. She had to, just to prove she could do it... or so she told herself. She felt the boy become more restless than ever, and he moved one of his hands up to the zipper of her dress. She tried to fight him, but his move was so unexpected that she felt her dress fall away from her neck before she had fully realized what was happening. Tom slid his hand along the golden-tan skin of her naked back and cupped the softness of one voluptuously heaving breast, gently trapping the tiny nipple between his thumb and forefinger through the thin cloth of her brassiere. She tried to pull his hand away, but her own hand moved only as far as the boy's--and. then stayed there, uselessly pressing against his fingers, unwilling to obey her mind's command.
"Please... stop it or I will call Duke. I will!"
"Sure you will, Miss Saunders," Tom snickered. "Just like you screamed for help last night. Jesus, just look at Joanne go now! She's sucking Rick off like you did yesterday!"
Despite her unwillingness to look over at the couch, there was a deep gurgling sound from the girl's throat that insistently drew the teacher's lurid attention. She could see Rick, a sadistic grin widening on his young face, taking his girlfriend brutally by the hair and pulling her head up as he rammed forward to sink his desire-hardened cock deep into her gaping mouth. Involuntarily, Carolyn held her breath, certain that Joanne would choke from the savage thrust between her tender pink lips. But the teenage child didn't. Instead she started to suck at the hard fleshy shaft of her boyfriend's pumping cock as though she had been waiting all her young life for this very opportunity.
The older woman bit down hard on her lower lip and shut her eyes to keep back a groan of building excitement. Another trickle of perspiration was running slowly down the valley between her ripely heaving breasts as Tom squeezed and massaged the passion-swollen mounds. He had slipped both his hands around her back now, and the unzipped dress had fallen away from the torso in front, exposing her chest and brassiere-encased breasts as it pooled in her lap.
The boy massaged his teacher's breasts lightly, not wanting to do anything that would snap her from the salacious spell she was in at this moment. In spite of his youthful bravado, he was genuinely afraid of the panting German shepherd squatting beside them, and if Miss Saunders had acted any other way than she had, he would never have even tried doing this much. But shit, watching Joanne sucking Rick's cock up there in front of them' was too damned much to take without joining in! Man, he couldn't think of anything better than to fuck his luscious teacher again, right here on the stage of the auditorium with everybody looking! What a feather in his cap that would be! Spurred on by youthful excitement, Tom gently pushed the restricting cups of her brassiere up over the older woman's voluptuously formed breasts. His fingers cupped the naked mounds of flesh as they came free, lewdly squeezing the hardened nipples until a small sensation of pain brought a gasp of surprised pleasure from his teacher's open mouth.
"Ohhhhh," Carolyn moaned, almost unconsciously. She squirmed down harder against her bare legs as her student dropped one hand down to her thighs and began slipping it beneath the hem of her bunched up dress. He was halfway up to her panties before she was able to shake off her daze and grasp his wrist tightly with her other hand. She tried to hold him back from her pulsing loins, but he moved inexorably, caressing the trembling softness of her inner thighs. And still she didn't call for Duke...
Carolyn desperately dropped her other hand, even though in doing so, she no longer hid her naked breasts from the children of the drama class. But both of her hands were not sufficient to stop the obscene searching of his hand, and Tom's fingers crept deeper under her dress, teasing her panty-covered vagina and lower belly mercilessly through the thin nylon material. Oh God, it felt so wickedly good to her, almost as if he were actually touching her naked skin. There was nothing she could do without creating a brutal scene with the dog, so she resigned herself almost with relief to her darling student's sneaking fingering of her loins. She closed her eyes for a moment, pacifying her shame and guilt with the hope that surely he would go no further with the other youngsters around like this...
The youngsters! Carolyn opened her eyes then and the lewd sight she beheld excited her against her will even more. Rick was raised to his knees, and with one hand holding Joanne's head up off the couch and the other sunk deep into her wide-split young pussy, the boy was buffeting her tender young body cruelly up and down between his legs. The older woman watched in lurid fascination as the teenage girl's elastic lips sucked with all their might on the boy's slender penis sawing lewdly in and out of her hungry mouth. Her cheeks were hollowing on the out-stroke and expanding obscenely on the in-stroke, her inexperienced eyes glazed with a wild, ecstatic film of adolescent lust that Carolyn would not have believed possible. Its very rawness brought a moan to her own lips, her tongue circling them nervously as she felt the moisture of her own aroused vagina increase its heated flow down between her legs.
Dear God... what could she do? This was horrible, allowing her class and herself to submit like this-and worse, to be reveling in it! But she continued to watch, squirming as she felt young Tom begin to push the folds of her dress up to her waist while his other hand continued to tease her needfully aching cuntal slit from behind. A gush of shame washed over her as waves of indecent pleasure drowned out her will to resist. The boy became bolder as he sensed her weakening desire to fight, and he began sliding the unzipped dress down along her hips and thighs. His nearly naked teacher could feel a light tickling sensation as the material grazed between her buttocks and drawn-up legs.
Oh God... Oh God... Carolyn jerked upwards inadvertently as his fingernail scratched the softness of her inner thighs, and then she gasped aloud as she discovered that there was suddenly no more dress! Tom had been able to slowly, patiently work it all the way off until it was now in the crease of her bent knees! If she tried to stand up, it would fall to the floor! And Lord! Now the eager teenager's hand was snaking under the thin elastic legband of her panties and worming into the warm moist channel of her cunt! Was there no end to this madness?
Desperately she squirmed against it, holding her breath as her entire body quivered to the lewd impaling of her wetly welcoming vagina. She could feel her cuntal secretions flowing unwanted over the palm of his hand as the boy held her panty crotchband aside and ground his fingers harder up into her flowering pussy-flesh. His middle finger slid gently over the tiny bud of her clitoris and sent it springing to life again. His teacher jumped forward slightly as the hand curled further under the buttocks, parting the soft lips of her vagina as it teasingly snaked its way farther up inside the tight warm opening of her cunt. Wild electric shocks of pleasure stabbed through her, paralyzing her as she felt her student-lover begin to draw her thin white panties down over the rounded cheeks of her ass. She struggled futilely, her every move only seeming to impale the gently thrusting young finger farther in the sensitive flesh of her vagina with searing tingles of delight. A cool rush of air hit her exposed loins and she suddenly flushed with shame for now she realized that in her passionate jerkings, the boy had been able to worm her panties all the way off until they were hanging around her knees along with her dress. Her buttocks were nakedly revealed to him, undulating down against his hands in lewd invitation to any humiliation he might wish to inflict upon them.
Tom could feel his lust-hardened penis throbbing painfully in his pants as the secretions of his teacher's pussy drenched his fingers with their warm wetness. Thrusting his fingers into her cunt was inciting him almost as much as her, and he gasped in unrestrained enthusiasm. He leaned against her from the back, forcing the older woman to brace herself on her hands before she could stiffen with any resistance.
"Get up on your knees, Miss Saunders," he whispered heatedly in her ear.
"What are you doing?" she moaned half-deliriously. But she groaned in surrender as the boy pushed her forward, her muscles like rubber. She almost fell over the German shepherd, coming to rest on her elbows, her buttocks resting against her bare feet behind her. Still Tom's fingers moved in tight circles inside her, expanding her fleshy cuntal hole with teasing rotations until she thought she would go out of her mind. She didn't think she could stand this maddening torture of her sensitive pussy-flesh another moment! She was ready to climb the walls to quench the unwanted fire raging through her hotly contracting vagina! The sight of the naked young girl being pummeled by her teenaged boyfriend's slender cock, and the long thin finger fucking into her cunt without mercy were just overwhelming her! Something had to give!
"Bend down and lift your ass in the air, Miss Saunders," Tom Wilson breathed from behind her.
"No... No, I can't," she moaned between clenched teeth.
"Yeah, you will. You will and I'll fuck you while we watch Rick and Joanne at the same time!"
"God no, not here! Not on a stage like this!" His teacher panted between clenched teeth, fighting the rocking of her naked body against his hand. "I can't. I can't!"
"You can-and you will, you damn bitch!" The boy snarled threateningly. "You're going to get fucked here and now, or I'll spread the word about you! So help me, I will!"
His lewd blackmailing words were the trigger Carolyn needed to break the malicious spell he had on her. In a shattering second of sanity, a spontaneous bursting in her head crashed reality down over the older woman with a wrenching force. She saw it all now .-. how if she didn't fight back this very instant, she would never be able to win a battle again! Tom had gone too far, and in a valiant last-ditch effort, his naked teacher steeled her resolve. "Duke!" she cried out, in a despairing shriek. "Duke, sic him! Sic him, you wonderful dog, and save me!" The giant German shepherd leaped to his feet, snarling with his fleshy lips pulled back over long ivory fangs.
"Sic him!" Carolyn screamed again, tears streaming from her eyes. "Sic him!"
"Oh Jesus!" the horrified teenager cried, scuttling away from the monstrous dog as fast as he could. "I'm sorry, Miss Saunders!" he cringingly yelled at his teacher. "Oh shit, I'm sorry, only don't let him bite me!"
Duke advanced on his furry paws, still growling as he passed back of Carolyn's nakedly weaving buttocks. But then the dog paused, sniffing the air. He sniffed some more, moving his head around as though losing interest in attacking the boy, and curious about his new woman master and her piquant feminine smells, he stepped closer to Carolyn's whitely exposed loins.
"No, Duke!" the naked woman commanded. "Sic Tom! Sic Tom, not me!" She moved to lower her buttocks and move away, but the dog stood and growled viciously in warning. Carolyn froze in sudden terror, thighs spread wide and pressed against her folded legs as she knelt on the floor. She was afraid to move as Duke growled menacingly at her again, his great panting muzzle nosing against her defenselessly upturned vaginal crevice.
Tom had scooted back to where Jerry McCandless was seated, his eyes wild and round as he stared at the dog and his teacher. He grabbed his buddy's arm, drawing Jerry's attention away from the couch and to what he was watching. "Crap! What's that beast doing now?"
"He's sniffing her ass!" Jerry said, blinking.
"Jesus, I don't believe it! What's he got on his mind?"
"I dunno. Maybe he's going to bite it," the dullish youth replied without thinking.
Their naked teacher, her dress and panties still bunched around her knees, squatted helplessly, shaking with fear before the snarling German shepherd. Duke had his head lowered to the soft, hair-covered split between her buttocks, still sniffing it with increasing interest. His tail wagged as though he had found a bitch-dog in heat. Mrs. Henning's vague comment: Duke likes women tumbled through Carolyn's terror-stricken mind, and then she moaned as the dog's cold black nose suddenly pressed against her tiny puckered anus. She tensed as his tongue snaked out and licked wetly against the deep crevice around it, the tip burrowing slightly into the fleshy anal ring.
For a moment Carolyn tried to squirm away, but the dog raised his head and growled again and began greedily lapping the narrow pink slit up between her open thighs. He ran his tongue wetly over the full length of it, from the tight-closed little anus down to the fluted, pink edges of her cunt and back up again. His great tongue spread through the soft, hair-fringed vaginal lips like a knife through butter, flicking relentlessly between the naked woman's trembling legs.
"Oh God," the cringing teacher moaned in mortification. The animal's tantalizing licking invaded her whole cuntal valley, teasing her like some brutish demon and adding to the lusting fires already set by young Tom Wilson from before. The frightened moans that came from her terror-contorted mouth slowly began to change to soft mewls of rising pleasure. She spasmed with erotic sensations she did not want and would have set her mind against had she had the chance, but the suddenness of the dog's licking tongue was driving her to quick defeat. It was a feeling like none other she had ever experienced. It was different, it was wicked, it consumed the whole of her already hotly aroused flesh. Wild thoughts of how Mrs. Henning must have trained this beast to replace her dead husband in her lonely life ran through her mind as Duke's great slobbering tongue slithered over her naked cuntal flesh. She clenched her hands into fists, feeling her toes curl into the hard planking of the school stage, her body tensing in indecision... but the tingling joy of being licked half to death by this panting dog was simply too lewd not to enjoy!
With a deep animal noise of her own, the naked woman spread her legs as far as the binding panties and dress would allow and thrust her buttocks back against the dog's furry snout. Duke's great tongue thrust lizard-like up the moist fragrant passageway of his temporary mistress's cunt, ravishing her upthrust pussy without mercy. Carolyn couldn't contain the wild incoherent shrieks bubbling from her lips now as she pleaded and encouraged the dumb animal salivating between her writhing buttocks. He worked like the savage beast he was, the rutting lust Mrs. Henning had trained into him driving him on.
The moaning teacher twisted back lasciviously, reaching around behind her to spread the ivory-white cheeks of her buttocks to give the dog full access to her pinkly throbbing vaginal crevice. The tongue lashed her for another long, avid moment as Carolyn felt the sexual ache burgeoning up from her quivering belly to her passion-swelling breasts. She labored, gasping, squirming harder against the dog, pushing her wet, fleshy cuntal lips back against him to try and put out the fire burning there. The German shepherd began nuzzling under her body now, pushing his massive head in between her pelvis and the floor.
Watching from different spots on the small stage, the students widened their unbelieving eyes in amazement as the dog's head lifted, raising their drama teacher's buttocks with it. What Duke wanted was plainly evident, and Miss Saunders obediently knelt up, elevating her spread buttocks and bending before the huge animal in the abject surrender she had defiantly refused Tom Wilson. The relentlessly lashing tongue had beaten her into servile defeat, crushing the last remaining resistance with its merciless attack on her sensitive genitals.
Carolyn raised on all fours now, and the large animal mounted the widespread round moons of her buttocks, paws splayed on her tanned back. Both Tom and Jerry gasped as they saw the glistening, scarlet penis slip, dripping from its hairy sheath, then watched dumbfounded as their teacher, sobbing without control, began lewdly shifting her lush white buttocks in an effort to capture the lengthening shaft. Like a bitch in heat, Miss Saunders strove to swallow the long, crimson dog-cock in her voraciously grasping vagina. The hot scarlet of his jabbing penis contrasted passionately with the fevered pink of the woman's tongue-inflamed cunt, spreading the vaginal lips wider as his bestial penis rubbed in between them. Carolyn held her breath along with her bug-eyed students as the huge animal bucked madly behind her, attempting to skewer her on the still-lengthening taper of his huge, dripping cock. Out of control, Duke growled in frustration as Carolyn desperately reached back to help him. She grasped the slippery canine cock-shaft and guided the point to the entrance of her wet pink pussy-slit, spreading her thighs still wider apart as she thrust the dog's penis up into her belly.
Groans of disbelief filled the television studio as the giant German shepherd jerked forward and buried his huge cock deep into the naked teacher's hotly clutching pussy. It slithered forward with a lewd wet rush until it was sunk to the hilt, his hairy testicles swinging below her darkly tangled pubic hair. A moan of contentment came from her lust-contorted lips as the older woman began to move back rhythmically to meet the thrustings of the panting animal. As his forelegs trapped her waist, she began to undulate her body and move her buttocks in tiny lascivious circles, abandoning herself to the delicious dog-fucking she was receiving. Her face was turned sideways towards her excited students, and the boys could see fully the effect it was having on their perverted teacher. Her large full breasts danced crazily beneath her writhing torso, moving in time to the animal's skewering cock as it slid deep into her cunt like a hard hot poker-a glistening shaft of animal flesh burying itself viciously in her belly.
"Oh, fuck me, Duke! Ohhhh, give it to me you magnificent brute! Fuck meee!" Carolyn's whole body twitched and writhed uncontrollably as she groaned in abandoned welcome to the punishing dog-cock sinking deep into her welcoming cunt. Her smooth velvet-like cuntal folds squeezed around the beast, holding tight to his sliding erection until she could feel every lewd inch of his rigidly pulsing penis. This was madness like she had never known-a surrender to the lure of the flesh more total than it ever was with children. Her depraved mind reveled in this new wickedness and she screwed her buttocks up tight against Duke until she could feel the tantalizing furriness of his testicles ; pressing hard into the wide-splayed wet crevice! of her vagina. The soft, hair-covered skin danced teasingly against the sensitive lips of her naked pussy, sending shivers of lewd delight surging through her fluttering nerves. She gloated in the humiliation of being fucked by this panting dog in front of her students, and ground her buttocks against his hairy loins in a mad desire to be filled with his animal cum. Tiny rivulets of perspiration were building in the crevice of her wildly rotating buttocks. They glistened in the lights on the stage, and more droplets ran slowly down the backs of her thighs, soaking the dress and panties around her straining knees.
"Hot shit," she heard a voice like Tom's breathe. "Look at Miss Saunders go with that dog, will yuh? She's wrapping her cunt around his prick just like a bitch-dog in heat!"
"T-That dog's really having to climb some to keep up!" Jerry gasped. "H-Hell split her clean open!"
"If Duke doesn't, I will!" Tom crowed. "Christ, I want some of that again, some of that ol' dog-fucking Miss Saunders!"
"Fuck me, you brute, fuck me," Carolyn begged her neighbor's dog. She was gasping as she approached orgasm, and her naked body was becoming something of an animal, no longer human as she twisted and contorted beneath the rutting German Shepherd.
Joanne Wheeler was again sucking furiously at Rick's long white cock like a wild woman. To the powerful young fingers pulling at her flesh. She was rolled over, and then she looked up through the narrow, hazy slits of lust-smoked eyes. It was Tom! He was naked as she was, and he stood over her with a grin of immature teenaged desire burning through his handsome young features. He poised over her, his slender virile cock aiming straight for her helpless, dog-fucked vagina.
"Yeah, that's it, Tom! Give it to her!" she heard Jerry call out from somewhere to one side, bubbling as he added: "First the dog, then you! That's just too fucking much!"
"Yeah, I will What'll it be, Miss Saunders? Fuck or suck?"
Carolyn shuddered, torn between the hot desires still scorching her insatiable cunt, and the shame and humiliation that flicked through her impassioned thoughts. She rolled her head from side to side, seeing the blurred forms standing over her on all sides. One looked to be the nubile body of Joanne Wheeler, but she couldn't be sure. Not that it especially mattered. The fire of her depraved lusts raged out of control in her hotly pulsating cunt, and nothing else mattered, nothing at all...
"Fuck me," she hissed up at the handsome young boy leering above her. She wriggled her lush womanly buttocks at him in lewd invitation. "Fuck me where that wonderful dog fucked me... Fuck me in the cunt, Tom...!"
An hour later the boys were all exhausted from bending their teacher to their eager, obscene wills. She wanted nothing more desperately than to fall asleep on the soiled floor where she lay in the pooling flow of many boy's cum that would forever be her bed of ultimate shame. But she knew that there was no time for that. Dave Phillips would soon be coming in the auditorium, and probably Dr. Meade, too. She had no choice but to hurriedly dress along with her other students, and then stagger across to the side exit, clenching her fists as waves of nausea passed over her.
She was on the run again. Maybe with wonderful Duke beside her, and maybe not. Her thoughts were still too confused and jumbled to decide whether to steal the dog or not yet. But she knew with all the finality of a death sentence that there would be no two weeks in Langley and no recommendation. After this sordid afternoon she would have to run, first to her cottage where she would jump in her car without packing... then probably run again after landing someplace for awhile... and keep on running for the rest of her unnatural, molesting life...
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Godammit!" Dr. Meade screamed as he rushed into the auditorium. "Where the hell is everyone? I left Carolyn in charge and she messed up again! The council meeting's about to start and that damned woman was supposed to be here with the kids."
Dave Phillips came running out from the rear of the stage. "She's not here. Nobody is."
"She split!" Dr. Meade tore at his hair frantically. "And of all the Goddamndest times! Well, she's fired! I don't care what her excuse is, she's done for good."
As Dave Phillips walked across the stage, he noticed a faint slap-slap-slap. "Hey Bill."
"What now?"
"When you left the tape recorder was going, right?"
"Yeah. So what?"
"Well, it's still on," Phillips said, walking over to the machine and switching it off. "Carolyn must have forgotten it."
"The hell?" Dr. Meade said, glancing at his wrist watch. "Holy Jesus! It's almost time for the council meeting. Rewind the tape and let's pack the gear into the car. I don't care if Carolyn did the rehearsal for us with the kids and then scrammed, or it's nothing but a blank. We've got to get something down to the meeting."
"Okay," Phillips said, pressing the switch.
"Who knows?" Dr. Meade added moodily. "Maybe somebody'll learn something from it."