The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true, " was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest...."Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat. " Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
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CHAPTER ONE
Fourteen year old Alice Grady kept watching the tall wavy-haired male teacher before the class. The rest of the students were engrossed in the history lesson he had set before them, but history was the farthest thing from the fourteen year old girl's mind at that moment. That was the way it always was when Mr. Bond was in the room. She could think of nothing else but him, nor could she refrain from stealing hot little furtive glances when he wasn't looking her way.
He was so handsome, sitting there in a three piece navy suit, licks of his thick black hair curling over his shirt collar. He reminded her of ... well, she didn't quite know who, but he sure looked so much more attractive than the other teachers, even though they were younger and wore more casual clothes ... even jeans now that the school dress code had been changed.
No, Clayton Bond was her favorite teacher, ever since she had come to the school last term. Ellen Miller, her best friend, liked him too best of all and Alice stole a look across the desk at her friend. But Ellen was busy concentrating on the history lesson-Ellen wasn't too good at history and had to really struggle to get through it. Alice glanced up again at the handsome teacher and was disconcerted to find that he was looking at her.
"Have you finished reading the chapter, Alice?" he asked in his deep, rich voice, and the girl blushed as she bent over her desk.
Oh wow, if he only noticed her. Really noticed her, sort of singled her out like. But of course, he didn't because to him she was just one more of the students. He didn't realize that she was crazy about him, that she dreamt about him day and night. If he knew that, maybe he'd look at her differently. But she couldn't tell him that, could she?
He was very understanding, all right, but he might not like her telling him that she loved him. And he looked so sad and worried sometimes, that she'd love to put her arms around him, help him to feel better, may even kiss him, just like in her dreams.
She never told anyone at all about those dreams, not even Ellen. They were something secret and special and to share them would spoil them. But every night before she went to sleep, she'd lie in bed, dreaming about what he'd look like without that sober three-piece suit, with a strong dark muscular body. She'd run her hands along her own prematurely large, but firmly rounded breasts and then down the slight flare of her adolescent hips to the soft little beginning fuzz on her pussy. Just thinking about him would make her hotly budding young clitoris tingle with awakening awareness and she lay there gently stroking herself. God, she hoped there was no way anyone in the class could tell now what she was thinking about. She was glad she wasn't a boy or she'd have a big hard-on she'd have to hide....
She couldn't resist sneaking another glance at the handsome teacher. Luckily, he was frowning over some homework on his desk and couldn't see her furtive look. She could see the slight bulge in his pants where his cock was nestled and could make out the ridges of his muscles beneath his pants. God, she shouldn't have done that, because now she could feel her breath coming harder and that tingle between her legs just getting stronger and stronger and she was afraid she'd have to ask to be excused so she could go to the girls room and rub it until she felt her legs get weak and she gushed all over down there between her legs. She felt her face all red and flushed and hoped to God no one could tell what she was feeling.
She decided to try and hold it back by focusing on that darned history lesson. Anyway, it wouldn't be very long till the bell went off and school was out. Maybe this afternoon she'd put her plan into practice. It wasn't a very masterful one, or even well throughout, but the sixteen year old student was determined to bring herself to her manly teacher's notice, no matter what she had to do. She had promised to go shopping with Ellen, but her best friend would understand. Yes, maybe today would be the day....
At the front of the History class, Clayton Bond was also anxious for the bell to ring. The day had seemed interminably long and he had so much on his mind. He had gotten the papers in the mail this morning from his attorney had he wanted to go over them when he had plenty of time. God, how this divorce business was dragging on and on! He had never imagined that it would take so much time and paperwork to dissolve an already disintegrated partnership. It was so easy to get married, but so hard to rectify the mistake, if it turned out to be that.
And it certainly had in his case. No one, least of all himself, had ever dreamt that his marriage to Carol Ann Flood would be a failure. They had known each other all their lives, had grown up together in Newton. They hadn't even left Massachusetts to go to college and when they had both graduated, they decided to get married. Not that it hadn't all been planned for a long time, and he had been sure he would never love anyone but Carol Ann.
But the marriage was a dismal failure right from the start. They just weren't compatible-it was as simple as that. Their impassioned teenage necking had turned to cold ashes in their marriage bed. They both discovered that growing up next door to each other, seeing each other every day, and almost every night, was just not the same as actually living together. No, it just hadn't worked out and before their first anniversary, they knew that it was all over between them. But for ten miserable years, they stayed together, fearful of what their parents and mutual friends would think, not to mention the town itself, the mysterious "they" the spectre which haunts all inhabitants of a small, closely knit community.
If Carol Ann hadn't fallen for Marty Barron, a new arrival in Newton, things would probably have drifted on forever. But suddenly, Carol Ann had found a reason to want to be free, and when she and Marty ran away to Boston, he had started divorce proceedings. And now, a year later it still wasn't quite through. His attorney, an older woman named Charlotte Carter, kept assuring him that everything was just about ready, but she had been saying that for so long now.
Besides, what did it matter to him whether he was divorced or not? He had no intention of ever marrying again-he had found out that the marital state was definitely not for him. In fact, he discovered that basically he just wasn't interested in women and what they had to offer. Secretly, he felt that they had nothing to give him. At times, he feared that his lack of desire for them was not too normal, but when he looked around and saw the misery of most married couples he was sure that none of them like each other all that much. In fact, he felt that most of his married friends hardly ever fucked each other at all. So why pretend, he asked himself.
His masculine pride had been severely injured because another man took his wife away, but his good looks and strength attracted women so easily. In fact, ever available woman in town had chased him when they learned he was free, but his coolness soon enough discouraged their advances.
He had thrown himself into his work and made it his life. But if only the divorce were over, and he could settle down to living quietly and without worry. He had moved out of the house he and his wife had shared and into an apartment. They had fortunately had no children, so he was almost free from all of it now.
The final fifteen minutes of school ground slowly on and both teacher and students alike breathed a sigh of relief when the bell finally rang in the corridor. The usual clamor ensued as the students rushed out of the room, all restraints forgotten.
Now I can go see Charlotte Carter about those damn divorce papers, Clayton Bond said to himself as he began to gather up the homework books he was taking home with him. Not that he was looking forward particularly to that little interview. Charlotte Carter was in her fifties and the tough old broad, even though she was beautiful in a severe sort of way, was known to be the sharpest lawyer in town. But Clayton was beginning to regret having hired her. The interest she took in him was more than professional. The older woman was always giving him what she thought were seductive looks, then resting her palms on his thigh every time she wanted to make a point. The old gal probably hadn't been fucked in a decade, and he'd lay money on the fact that her cunt was lined with sharp little shark teeth ready to bite off any male cock that got within reach of it.
Well, he'd just have to bear it one more time, at least. His methodical nature wouldn't allow him to leave unsettled and undiscussed several new clauses which had appeared in the papers he got his morning. After all, that was what attorneys were for, wasn't it? He'd just have to ignore her ambiguous remarks and wickedly suggestive stares. He was glad to be rid of his one wife, and was damned if he'd get entangled with another one, especially one that would run his life like clock work if he ever got involved.
Deep in his troubled thoughts, Clayton hadn't noticed that one of the girls had lagged behind.
"Alice! What are you waiting for?" he questioned, his voice unusually sharp.
The girl looked abashed, and immediately the conscientious teacher felt a pang of guilt. She looked worried, and it was up to him to find out what was bothering her. His handsome face relaxed, his strongly chiseled features taking on their more usual concerned look, and when he spoke again his voice was gentle and solicitous.
"I'm sorry Alice for snapping at you! It's just that I was deep in thought ... and I didn't expect to see you there! Is there anything I can do for you?"
A wave of relief swept over the agitated teenager. When he had snapped at her, and looked at her so disinterestedly and coldly, all her courage left her and she had sincerely wished that she hand gone to the malt shop with Ellen to have a milkshake. But it was too late for that now. She had decided to stay and put her meager plan into operation, and for a moment it looked as if it was going to be a dismal failure. The man who had spoken so harshly to her had seemed like a stranger, not the handsome hero that she loved.
That horrifying moment had passed, though, and things were going the way she had planned again. "I'm ... I'm sorry, Mr. Bond, I didn't mean to disturb you. But I've got a problem. In ... in history!"
"But you're very good in history, Alice, Clayton said warmly.
The disconcerted girl didn't say anything, but looked dumbly down at her feet.
"Well, sit down and tell me about it," he went on, pulling over a chair beside his own. "It must be a very difficult problem indeed to be troubling you!"
Alice quivered inside from his compliment and felt a twinge of guilt at what she was doing. But she brushed it aside, and fervently hoped that he wouldn't see through her plan. Not that there was anything really to see through. All she wanted was to be able to spend some time alone with him, just to be near him, to have him talking to her alone, concentrating on her, without an audience of thirty other kids. Now she had engineered that, and she only hoped that he'd believe that the history homework really did puzzle her. Of course, in fact, it didn't because she was a whiz at history, not like Ellen, who couldn't even do the simplest thing.
But Clayton had no inkling of the ruse his student was pulling. Perhaps if his mind had been wholly on what he was doing, he would have realized that the problem she had presented to him was entirely within her power to solve. But in fact, his mind was far away, turning over questions about new parts in the legal documents he had just received, rationalizing his aversion to visiting his lawyer.
Alice, however, was fully alert, her every nerve ending alive with the realization that she was at last sitting right next to her dark-haired male teacher, so close she could smell his shaving lotion. So close she could reach out and touch him if she wanted. Well, she did want to ... she wanted to lean over further and kiss him. But she knew that she couldn't ... just right now anyway. Even though the temptation was unbearably strong. She stole a glance at his face and studied the slight frown between his brows as he carefully explained what he thought was puzzling her. He didn't seem to notice that she wasn't even paying attention, and she was just glad about that because that made it even easier for her to just stare at him and imagine that they were on a date or something.
Cripes! She wished she had the nerve to reach out and take his hand. Wow, if they were in a movie or something, she could picture herself cuddling close to him. Then she would turn her lips to him, her mouth parted in anticipation, and he'd kiss her, feeling her lips soft and pliant beneath his. Then maybe he'd slip his tongue right between her teeth and into her mouth. Oh, God, just like in the magazines she and Ellen would pore over after school. Then maybe he'd slip his hand down and start the feel her throbbing titties, and her nipple would harden for his hand the way it did when she rubbed herself in bed at night. And then ... then maybe his big cock would get really hard with excitement and she would reach over and begin to rub it ... She could picture him reaching over with his other hand and placing it on her thigh, just under the hem of her skirt. Neither of them would be paying much attention to the movie by this time, but it would be so dark that nobody would notice them either. Gently, carefully, he'd slide his hand up her leg, feeling her smooth young flesh, then would inch closer to the warm valley between her thighs. Oooh, wow. She shivered with pleasure from these fantasies ... she was beginning to feel warm all over, especially ... there ... between her legs. But oh, the fantasy had taken on a life of its own ... he would hesitate ... then ever so gently would begin to insinuate his finger inside her moistly clinging panties. She'd shift slightly, spreading her thighs just a little as his finger edged its way under the confining elastic legband and slid along to where he could feel the first curling tendrils of her young sparsely growing pussy fuzz.
She would moan then, very softly, but just audible to her teacher and stick her tongue in his ear so he'd know that she wanted him to keep on what he was doing. Then his finger would come into titillating contact with her warm desire-pussy, feeling the velvety flesh pulsing under his touch. Without hesitation, he'd plunge his finger right up into the wetly trembling folds of flesh, immersing it completely in the passion fired depths of her cunt. A wave of exhilarating pleasure would wash over her then, and at that crucial moment, she'd reach over with her own hand and touch his pants and start to fondle his excitedly throbbing cock!
She could in her imagination feel the hardness of his turgidly awakening penis as she coaxed it into a rock-hard erection, making it strain wildly against his pants. Oh, she'd make him go crazy from her wildly arousing touch, and it would be then that she'd whisper in his ear with passion-
"Alice! Alice! What on earth is going on?"
Her face crimson, the daydreaming teenager was jerked back into the present by her teacher's astonished voice ... and then she realized that she was in fact brushing his leg unconsciously with her thigh and that he had v pulled it away from hers his hand had gently grazed her firm young breast beneath her light sweater.
Then suddenly, her eyes looked down and she was astonished to see as she stared between his legs, that there was an enormous bulge in his pants. Her teacher! My God!
Her face, scarlet before, now blanched and a tremor raced through her making her heart thud loudly and painfully in her chest. My god! She had made physical contact with her teacher and now he had a hard on. The fat was in the fire now! My goodness, what was she going to do. She had wanted to be alone with him ... hoped for maybe just a kiss ... and now ... the real thing was right here and happening now!
And Clayton himself, painfully aware of the condition caused by the touching of the pretty young teenager's thigh and sensuously budding young breast, was having difficulty in assembling his thoughts. His usually astute brain was refusing to function. Then he felt himself withering as the young girl sat there staring at him. The best defense is an offense he thought quickly.
"Well, Alice, he demanded, "what have you got to say for yourself."
He was becoming more lucid now. He began to see through her little plan. Of course, that history lesson would have been easy for her. She had a crush on him ... she had been having typical student-teacher fantasies about him!
"I ... I didn't ... I wasn't...." Alice sputtered realizing that somehow he knew ... that in fact, for some moments he had been aware of her sexual attraction to him and the heat of her body ... aware enough to be aroused by it himself. But now what would she do ... it was all too fast ... she was scared.
Awkwardly, she got to her feet, blindly determined to get out of the classroom.
"Not so fast, Alice," Mr. Bond said as he reached out and grabbed her arm.
Something akin to a sob broke from the distressed teenager as she tried to pull away from the iron-like grip of her teacher. Blindly her nails dug into his muscular arm and she began to flail ineffectually at her captor.
Clayton Bond was reacting now without thinking. He didn't know what had come over him ... but he was determined not to let this provocative little teenager go ... she thought she could tease him but he'd show her. He was torn inside, as part of him wanted to be responsibly adult and reprimand her for her little ruse ... while the other part of him was causing his cock to throb, hard as a rock....
It was at that moment, as they struggled in the classroom, that her fingers brushed inadvertently against the still-pulsing swell of his penis!
That instant seemed suspended in time as the teenager and the older man stared at each other, incomprehension and misgivings written plainly on both their faces.
Alice had only touched her teacher's blood-swollen penis for a split second, had in fact only barely felt the quivering bulge in passing contact, yet the inconsequential act seem to freeze them both into immobility. Clayton was becoming more wildly excited ... why was he reacting to this teenage girl in a way he never had with older women his own age? The blood was draining from his face, his hands were trembling, his mouth was dry and he felt he couldn't utter a word.
Alice stood there too, her thoughts jumbled, all attempts at flight forgotten. She had actually touched Mr. Bond's cock! It was only an accident, sure, but he was really acting strange about it, almost afraid like! For a moment, she had been scared that he'd really chew her out ... that was until she fully realized the effect she had on him. The bewildered girl didn't know whether to feel exultant or intimidated. In fact, she was aware of no particular feeling at all, as she stood there almost petrified, her eyes riveted on the teacher's troubled face.
Clayton was thinking fast now. She had started it, this little wench, and she would finish it.
"Well, Alice," he said at length, his voice uneven, "perhaps you'd better sit down and tell me all about it!"
Mesmerized, the girl sat down, her eyes still fixed on the handsome man, watching as he sank almost wearily into his own chair.
"Now tell me, what is the meaning of ... of this?"
"Please, sir," she said timidly ... what did he want from her? " I don't want to talk about it!"
"But I want you to talk about it, and quick! Or else...." He glanced over at his distraught student, feeling a twinge of pity for her pale, worried face. She was so distressed now, so helpless. His feeling now changed from anger to tenderness. At the same time he was being driven by a feeling of sexual excitement stronger than any he'd ever known. He knew he shouldn't be following through with this, but he couldn't stop himself.
"What were you thinking about that made you rub your leg against my thigh, Alice?" He tried to sound impersonal, even cold.
The girl stared at him desperately. Golly, she couldn't tell him she'd been thinking about being on a date with him, thinking it would feel like to have his finger tickling her cunt, to feel his cock in her hand. She just couldn't tell him that!
"Were you thinking about some boy you know? Maybe even your boyfriend?"
She couldn't answer.
"Or maybe even about me?"
The girl's face flushed a dull brick-red, an unspoken admission of the truth.
"So you were thinking about me!" Suddenly, the teacher's throat was dry and there was a tight ache in the pit of his stomach as his excitement increased. She had been thinking about him, and had gotten warm and flushed and pushed her tender young thigh against his ... just like that!
"Well, tell me exactly what you were thinking...." He paused waiting for her to fill the leaden silence.
Clayton Bond was surprised at his increasing excitement. Something seemed to have come over him, some force greater than himself, over which he had no control ... and it was egging him on, making him go further and further. There was something eating away inside of him, a curious thrill which made him want to hear the girl's innermost thoughts ... now that he had discovered that they were centered on him!
"I ... I was thinking about what it would be like if I ... I was thinking about what it would be like if I ... if I was on a date with you!" Alice blurted out. She wanted to tell him now ... she wanted to excite him more.
"Oh, and what would it be like?"
"It'd ... it'd be nice!" she answered in a soft, silky voice, knowing the arousing effect her words would have on him.
"And it made you feel all warm ... so that you had to lean closer to me?"
She nodded in assent.
"Oh come on, Alice! You can't expect me to believe that you got so carried away just thinking about a date ... you must have been imagining that we were kissing, for example! And maybe even more than that! Now weren't you?"
Once again, the girl coquettishly nodded her head. She was getting excited again herself as he made her relive her fantasy.
"Was I touching you in your daydream ... your breasts? Even maybe between your legs?"
What on earth was he saying! What was he doing. He heard his husky low voice making suggestions that didn't seem like him at all. It was all like a dream. He felt like someone else was acting thorough his body. How could he be so wicked as to probe into this young girl's secret thoughts like that? To make her admit her most personal imaginings? A small, barely heard inner voice told him that it was wrong, unfair. But the stronger sound of his lustful self was stronger, urging him to go on ... to find out what the sixteen year old girl had been thinking about him!
"Did you maybe get excited thinking about what it would be like if I put my finger up in your little pussy?"
What was he saying to his student in the middle of a classroom! My God. But he couldn't stop. As he went inexorably on, he was aware of the intense throbbing of his now painfully swollen hardness., At the same time, Alice was a feeling a tiny thrill of illicit pleasure deep in the secret well between her thighs. Oh dear, I don't know what's happening here, but I want it, I want it! the teenager thought, stirred and flushed with excitement.
"Yes," Alice gasped, her face red not with embarrassment but with the warmth of arousal. "I'm sorry, Mr. Bond, I can't help what I think."
She looked at the tall, muscular older man in front of her and felt scared again. She had done it once with Billy Moore, but he was just a kid like her ... and it had been okay ... but this was different ... she had never felt like this. She almost wished she hadn't taken that stupid notion into her head to stay after class! Now she'd gone and gotten herself in really deep. God, if anyone caught them she'd be thrown out of school. Her reputation would be ruined forever, maybe.
"Is that all you imagined? Or did you pretend that things went still further between us?"
A nerve-wracking silence ensued.
"Alice," he said softly. "You can tell me everything ... did you imagine anything else when you got so hot?"
Oh wow, what was she going to say? That she imagined she put her hand on his cock? She couldn't reveal that ... it would be just too much!
"Oh-oh! I can see there is something else!"
Alice squirmed in her seat. Oh God, he could read her mind! She might as well tell him everything, because he knew anyway. They both knew what was happening between them. And then she felt her sense of power over him again.
"Y-yes. I ... I imagined that I ... I reached over and ... and....
"Touched my cock?"
At the sound of the second lewd word he had used, Alice felt a wave of excitement rush over her, and then she glanced again between her teacher's legs ... and saw his huge penis was stirring and growing harder and bigger.
The young girl's entire body was trembling with suppressed excitement as she stared down at the throbbing stiffness between this grown man's thighs. Once again she was experiencing the wild thrill that she had felt when she accidentally touched his virile penis only minutes before. She couldn't really understand what was going on; she only knew that she was being swept along in the grip of sensations too strong for her to overcome.
"You imagined, didn't you, that you touched me ... like this!"
Alice hardly heard what he was saying because at that moment he reached out, just like in her daydream, and took her hand and brought it to touch his palpitating cock through his pants! Thunderbolts were unleashed inside the teacher's head and he thought he was going to go crazy! It was the most excited he had ever been in his life. His pulsating cock began to strain crazily against his pants, making him ache and shiver with barely controllable passion.
"Well, you're a really little pussy cat, aren't you?" He murmured throatily. "Do you want to see what I've got here that's so anxious to get out!"
Wow, it was crazy! It just couldn't be happening of her. It just couldn't be true that was hard and rubbery, throbbing with intensity pulling out his thick, blood-filled cock....
A tremor of unbelievable excitement rippled through Alice as her fingers closed tightly around the shaft of his turgid penis, and she gazed down almost reverently at its desire-distended length. God, it was so much bigger than Billy Moore's. The bulbous head was hard and rubbery, throbbing with intensity at the top of his pulsating reddish rod. A glow of forbidden pleasure washed through her and for the moment it didn't seem strange at all that she was holding her teacher's fully erect penis in her hand, nor that she was beginning to stroke and caress it with gently, loving little movements.
Clayton Bond collapsed back against the chair, not caring about anything but the fact that the culmination of all his wettest dreams of sexual passion were being fulfilled beyond his wildest expectations. He no longer thought or worried about the bizarre fact that his beautiful, red-haired student was fondling his penis, right there in the empty classroom, with Principal McCleary working in his office just down the corridor. He didn't care about that or anything else. He couldn't because he was inflamed with passion, every inch of his moisture-bathed skin twitching and scintillating with excitement. He could feel his lust-thickened shaft growing between her child-like yet expertly stroking fingers, and even the thought that he might splatter out his white-hot cum onto her little plaid schoolgirl skirt didn't deter him. Nothing mattered or was important except the here and now and man, it was amazing!
Like someone still dreaming, Alice continued to run her small, thin fingers up and down the slippery length of her teacher's penis, feeling the life throbbing vibrantly just beneath the hotly squirming surface. Then she dropped her other hand underneath it and carefully cupped his large, hairy testicles, cradling them in her palm and exerting gentle pressure on them in her palm and exerting gentle pressure on them in rhythm with her hypnotic stroking of his cock.
"Oooooh" she murmured, "It's ever so much better than my dream." She smiled tenderly at his passion-flushed face, not expecting an answer. An overwhelming feeling of her previously untapped womanly power swept over her as she watched him, brimming over with the sure knowledge of the satisfaction she was giving to her handsome teacher.
But it was getting to be too much for Mr. Bond. All of his life he had thought that sex was something that was of little interest to him ... and now, here was a beautiful woman-child, one of his students, actually caressing and fingering his desire-bloated cock, and he couldn't take it any longer. He wished with all his might that he could hold back, but it was beyond all his power. He hadn't the will nor really the desire, because in a few moments, he began to twist and writhe with body-shattering spasms, and his painfully pounding penis began to jerk and throb in her small hand which was still gliding teasingly, insidiously, like a small, hairless cunt up and down on its lust-heated surface.
His eyes closed in supreme pleasure as he gave himself over completely to the demands of his inhumanly aroused body, and he could feel the familiar rumble deep in the sensuously cupped cavern of his balls.
"Oooohhhh ... Oh God! Oooohhhh ... I'm cumming!" he gasped in a passion-choked voice as the first spurt of whitely spewing semen erupted out from his wildly spasming cockhead.
The sticky white fluid warmed the little red-head's firmly clasping hand and a strange chill of illicit delight eddied through her as its viscous wetness slipped through her fingers. Suddenly she could inhale the potent odor of his hotly spilled cum, and she felt for perhaps the first time in her young life, the intangible power of sex that a woman had over a man.
The dazed child continued to pump her hand instinctively up and down on her teacher's rapidly emptying penis, her fingers trying to milk out every last drop from his frantically churning balls. His moans of pleasure resounded in her ears, adding to the feeling of timelessness and euphoria which was whirling around her like the mists of an enveloping bog, trying to suck her into its miasmic depths.
And Clayton Bond lay back completely spent. In the last few moments he had found something which had been eluding him all his life ... and he wasn't about to let go of it now!
CHAPTER TWO
Clayton Bond didn't know how he got through the following day at school. He had come in early, so as not to have that terrible moment of walking into a full classroom, in the middle of which was undoubtedly the fourteen year old girl he had seduced the day before.
Yes, seduced, a loaded word but the only one to aptly describe what he had done with Alice Grady. Unless he wanted to further torment himself by emphasizing the enormity of his crime ... molest, debauch, pervert, corrupt, were some of the other words for what he had done, and shattering as they were, they still weren't strong enough to depict to his own mind his inexcusable behavior.
He couldn't really remember how he had gotten home last evening. He only knew that he had spent the rest of it, sitting dazedly in his living room, sipping a double scotch, his brain glazed over by what he had done.
After a sleepless night and further self-accusations, he was no nearer discovering what had happened to change him from a responsible teacher into the heartless lecher who had taken advantage of his position of authority to perform a lascivious deed with one of his young students. He told himself that Alice wasn't all that innocent, probably was no virgin, and she admitted to having obscene fantasies about him, but that didn't condone his own disgraceful conduct.
Nothing could describe the feelings of self-loathing and remorse which flooded through him and kept hammering at his disbelieving brain. What happened to me? What made me do that terrible thing? Clayton asked himself those questions again and again as he relived the events leading up to his incredible seduction of the teenager. Silently he recounted his worry over the papers he had gotten from the woman lawyer, and his half-hidden reluctance to visit her. His annoyance with the young girl for having stayed after class, and then suddenly feeling her body warm and flushed next to his until he began to get a hard-on from her nearness. And then, she leaned over and brushed her thigh against his ... and then, God, when she had tried to leave the awkward situation he had grabbed her arm and in the struggle her hand had accidentally touched the turgid bulge of his blood-hardened erection. And then, he felt shamed, as he remembered the way he pushed and probed until the child revealed the erotic details of her fantasies about him.
What had made him probe in that wrong, unkind manner? Why did he need to know what his student had been thinking about him? Why did he want the exquisite child to admire him, even to desire him? Was that what he really wanted?
The troubled schoolteacher couldn't fathom his own innermost impulses. God, how he wished he could, because they would provide the reason for his completely uncharacteristic behavior. Never in a hundred years would the distressed man have imagined that he could have taken a young girl's hand and led her to stroke and fondle his penis until he had cum like a broken fire hydrant in her little fist. And if he had heard of any other teacher doing such a thing, Clayton himself would have been one of the first to castigate and condemn the man.
But what came over me? The words drummed themselves futilely into his uncomprehending consciousness all night long, as one dark hour followed another and he writhed helplessly under his burden of guilt and shame. The miserable fellow couldn't even recapture a glimmer of the pleasure and desire he felt as sweet Alice held his hotly pulsing hardness in her hand and he sensed it growing with increasing passion under her titillating caresses. No, he could feel nothing but the horrifying realization of what he had done-an act so reprehensible to him that he almost wished for someone to find out about it so that he could be relieved of the load of his shocking act.
But he didn't really want his debased act to be discovered. That, in fact, was one of his very real fears-that Alice would tell how he had opened his pants and made her caress and stroke him to cumming. Every time he thought of that possibility, his face blanched and he could barely control the spasms of fear which swept through his body. Oh God, the shame and humiliation if it ever became known! But I deserve to be punished for what I did! he told himself again and again, knowing of no way in which he could expiate his misdeed.
The unhappy teacher dreaded the moment when he would have to face his young student again, and it was partly this which kept him awake for most of the night. When his class finally filed into the room in twos and threes the following morning, he kept his eyes averted until the bell rang for school to begin.
Completely against his will, his gaze darted immediately to Alice Grady's place, and his eyes met hers for a long, seemingly never-ending second. The older man was shocked to see the look of cheery self-confidence on the girl's face. She looked more mature and worldly wise than she had yesterday, as if their experience had changed her from a girl into a woman. Somehow, he had expected to see guilt, even embarrassment written on her attractive features. Those expressions wouldn't be as frightening as what he did see. Oh, God, she knows her power over me, he thought helplessly, a premonition of fear curdling through him. God, where did that confidence come from ... what did she expect? Marriage? ... blackmail? The thoughts of the consequences of his deed struck terror through his body. Or could it be that the little cunt was just cock-crazy. That she had loved it and wanted more. Despite himself, he began to be excited again ... but God, he could not let himself get a hard-on in front of his entire class!
Alice Grady, on the other hand, could hardly wait to get to school that morning. The adventurous and always rebellious teenager could hardly believe what had happened to her, and although she had been hurt by the way her teacher had quickly departed right after he came in her hand, she didn't worry too much about it. The main thing was that he had been wildly excited by her, right in the classroom. He had been totally out of control because she had aroused him completely. And now things would never be the same again. And also, she thought, she loved him ... really loved that man and his huge, throbbing cock ... unbelievable! She loved him more than ever before and was just dying to tell someone all about it. The obvious person to tell was Ellen Miller, but for once Alice controlled her impulse and thought before she acted.
Very humanly, feeling the power of her womanhood for the first time, she longed for the gratification of her best friends' shocked reaction when she whispered what had gone on in the school room, but she was sure that Ellen wasn't to be trusted. Sure, she wouldn't mean to tell anyone, but things had a way of slipping out, especially when her friend got excited. Like the time they drank some of her father's whiskey together. Her best friend had sworn to keep the secret, but she hadn't. She had told her brother, who had told his friend, and before he knew what was happening, their parents knew and the two girls had been severely punished. Alice was determined not to trust her foolish friend again.
So she had to keep this exciting news to herself and be content with spinning new and even more passionate daydreams about her involvement with the handsome history teacher. Some boy once told her that girls never fingerfucked themselves ... didn't get as interested in sex as boys. What a load of baloney, she thought. For two years now she had fingered her pussy to orgasm every night in the privacy of her room, for the whole past year always with fantasies of Mr. Bond in her head. And now it had become more than a dream ... he had singled her out and, oh man, in what a way! It vas crazy, but only yesterday she'd been sitting n class trying to figure out a way to get him to notice her, and now ... wow, he sure knew who she was and the power she had to send him into spasms of pleasure by the touch of her delicate young hand on his uncontrollably pulsing cock.
At least that was how she felt when she first entered the classroom. But now she felt a twinge r disappointment about Mr. Bond's reaction to her. Somehow, she had expected some look of conspiracy or at least of friendship. Instead, he gave her a cold look, and that hurt the young girl ... made her dreams crash and shatter around her. The thought occurred to the bright young student that maybe her teacher was beginning to regret what he had done, but she pushed the thought from her mind. Not because it was un-likely, but because she just passionately didn't want it to be true. She wanted things to be special between them from now on, because, after all, something special had happened between them. A magic part had been lifted right out of her daydreams and had come true, and she was going to do her damnedest to make sure that even more of them came true! Grammar school girl's liberation, she thought triumphantly!
* * *
Clayton Bond had just poured himself a Chivas Regal scotch on the rocks when the doorbell rang. A ripple of annoyance sped through him. Who on earth could it be, at this time of the evening? It wasn't quite six o'clock and the weary teacher was looking forward to a relaxing drink before he fixed a snack and settled down with some homework he had to go over. After the long, taxing day which had crept by at a snail's pace, he really felt like hell. He just needed some peace and quiet. Instead, he was not long home and already he was being interrupted.
A frown of irritation creased his forehead as he went to the front door.
It was Alice Grady!
Astonishment rushed to his face as he stood there staring down at the sensuous little girl, unable to say anything.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Bond, for-"
"What do you want?" he asked, his voice harsh and impatient. Jesus H. Christ, what did she mean by coming around to his home? Did she now plan to make him pay in some way for the lewd act he had made her perform on him? Or worse still, was she hoping for a repeat?
Alice mastered the impulse to turn on her little heels and run. He looked so angry and unwelcoming, as if the last person on earth he wanted to see was her. In fact, she thought she could see disgust written in his eyes, and that made her flush with mortification.
But it was only a momentary sensation. Seconds later, she was infused with a feeling of anger ... her budding womanly pride had been lacerated by his cold treatment, and she felt all her fury rising up inside her, threatening to spill over. He had no right to act so high and mighty with her, not after what he'd done. Maybe he didn't want to see her again, but wow, after what happened yesterday in the classroom, she had some rights, too. She glanced up at him again, and the tiny spark of fear which she saw reflected in his cold, ashen face reinforced her feeling of rage.
"I want to talk to you," she told him in her boldest voice, which belied the squeamish way she was feeling inside. Without waiting for an answer, she gathered all the nerve in her delicately curvaceous young body, and stepped into the hall.
"Alice! Wh ... what are you doing here?" he finally whispered, unable to still the trembling tone in his words.
With all the cool the teenager could muster, she answered, "I want to talk about what happened yesterday," and headed with pretended confidence into the living room.
"B ... but that's over now," he said helplessly, following the woman-child into the cozy sanctum of his den. "It was all a mistake, and I'm very sorry about it!"
"Well, I'm not sorry," she said, her full, cherry-red lips pursed in a belligerent little pout, "and what's more," she went on daringly, not knowing where this strange power was coming from, "I don't think you are either, no matter what you say!"
Oh, God, this is going to be difficult, Clayton thought miserably. He might have known that, still trapped as he was in the teeth of the bad luck which was dogging him, he wouldn't escape so easily from his obscene lapse. It was only to be expected that there would be repercussions, and that he would have to pay in some way for what he'd done.
"I hope you haven't told anyone about what we ... uh, did yesterday?"
As soon as the words were out, the older man knew that they were a mistake. She saw a gleam of recognition in this little cock teaser's blue eyes and knew that she had latched unerringly onto his chief fear-that someone would find out about what he had done. And he knew instinctively that the crafty teenager sitting in his living room wouldn't hesitate to make use of her new knowledge.
He offered her a Coke, realizing he was all too aware of her provocative young breasts jutting teasingly inside her light blouse. He sat down wearily, taking a long, gulping swallow of his own heavily laced drink. As Alice took a r deep swallow, he tried to extricate himself from the undeniably strong attraction of her sensuous little body. He glanced at her, trying to push the lascivious thoughts from his mind, and tried to figure out what her game was. She wanted something, obviously, or she'd never have come over to see him at home. Money? Or some sort of commitment? Or , ... God, with today's teenagers so free you just didn't know ... maybe just a continuation of what happened yesterday? She was an exquisite girl, there was no doubt about that, and he supposed it might be easy for an outsider to see why he had succumbed to the base impulse which had suddenly sprung up inside him yesterday. She had a very appealing manner, child-like, and yet at the same time there was a streak of worldliness in her which broke through at odd moments and which made her seem amazingly powerful ... her sexual magnetism was almost irresistible.
He finished his drink rather quickly and filled his glass again before turning to the expectantly waiting teenager.
"Well, out with it, Alice. What brought you here this evening? Another history problem?" He couldn't help the sarcastic tone which had crept into his voice, but goddammit, surely he, a thirty-six year old man, wasn't to be intimidated by a young girl less than half his age?
Alice flushed, but regained composure as she turned to look at the handsome, dark-haired teacher who had been so much in her thoughts and dreams all year. She knew he must have been drinking before she got there, because his face was tinged with color and his eyes were glittering in a strange, eerie kind of way.
"I ... just wanted to see you!" she blurted at length, realizing that what she said had at least the virtue of being the truth.
"In the hope that I'd pay you back for yesterday and finger your little pussy, this time?" My God, it was out of control again. What was he saying! He couldn't hold back the brutal, blunt words. They spilled out unchecked from the tumult which was fermenting inside him, making him loose-tongued and unsure of himself. He shouldn't be drinking the second Chivas, but dear God, he needed it. It was far better to be too relaxed than over-tense wasn't it?
The sweet young thing looked up at him lewdly. "Well, maybe," she answered, her eyes gleaming in challenge. His eyes met hers in a look of ... at least in part ... desire.
"Now look, Alice," Clayton said as calmly as he could. "What happened yesterday was wrong, very wrong. You know it as well as I, and I'm sorry if it gave you the wrong idea. It must never, never happen again, and I wish there was something I could do to erase what we did."
"But ... but why can't we do it again? I mean, it didn't hurt anybody, and ... and we both liked it!"
"It was wrong, Alice, wrong and disgusting. Why I'm more than twice your age and ... and I don't know what came over me! Now let's not mention it again!"
But the persistent little vixen was not to be defeated. She sensed the conflicts which were rioting deep inside her troubled teacher, and knew, perhaps more clearly than he did himself, that he was somehow very attracted to her, just as she was to him. She realized that the older man was fighting himself and hoped with the optimism of inexperienced adolescence that she could wear him down. Especially since he was getting really loaded from that drink.
"But please, Mr. Bond. I ... I like you, and I loved it so much yesterday when you opened your pants and I touched your big beautiful cock with my fingers! It was so beautiful with them wrapped around it, just like in my dreams. Remember, you asked me about them?"
"Oh Alice, stop it! You're driving me crazy," the tormented man pleaded. "You're a beautiful girl, and anyone can make a mistake. One mistake! For the love of God, let's leave it at that!"
"But it wasn't a mistake, was it? How could it be, when I ... I wanted to do it to you and make you cum in my hand ... at least in my hand the first time...." she added with a small wicked lilt to her voice.
The distracted teacher felt as if the world was closing in on him, and unable to control himself, feeling ready to burst with guilt and tension and confusion, he sunk down in his chair and buried his head in his hands. The world spun inside his head. He was oblivious to everything but the overwhelming burden of his misery and he felt in that desperate moment as if nothing would ease that incredible weight.
Minutes passed as the teenager stared at her anguished teacher, not knowing what to do. Different feelings stirred inside her, leaving her helpless to follow one definite course of action. Had her behavior driven him to look so hopeless? Had what she said made him so upset?
Or was it the two drinks? She wasn't sure what the reason was; she just wished that the handsome teacher would come out of it and at least say something ... at least look at her.
"Mr. Bond ... please ... don't" she began ineffectually, suddenly feeling the full force of her naivety as it was brought home to her in this situation. The distraught man didn't seem to hear her and he continued to sit there, motionless and tormented.
Alice was beginning to feel desperate. The sight of Mr. Bond looking so miserable touched her deeply, sending pangs of pity shooting through her and making her wish fervently that she could do something to help him. It was then that she instinctively reached over to him and put her arm around his shoulder.
"It's all right, Mr. Bond ... don't feel so bad ... I won't tell anyone," she soothed, her arm lightly stroking his strong, muscular shoulders, softly caressing him.
It seemed to Alice that her attempts at comforting him were having some effect. She continued to caress him with her small, pretty hand, her lithe young body resting against his strong, manly one.
"Don't worry about anything ... it'll be all right ... we can just be friends...."
A glow of pride rippled through the girl as she felt herself assume control of the situation. The depressed teacher was responding to her soothing and that made her feel confident and strong. Now maybe he wouldn't be so angry with her. Suddenly, Alice felt again, that powerful attraction for him as his hard, strong body was so close to hers.
Clayton Bond had been so tense, it was a wonderful relief now to feel the tightness melting away under the lovely touch of the beautiful young fourteen year old girl. He felt all his cares and worries falling away from him, and he longed to give himself over to the miraculous being who was doing such a good job of consoling him. He knew perfectly well that things were taking a dangerous turn, that he shouldn't let his persistent young student take such liberties with him. But for the moment, he didn't want to worry about that. It was marvelous feeling her touch. He could feel the heat of the animal aliveness of her young body, and her hands were having a mesmerizing effect on him. Those same hands that yesterday stroked his blood-surged penis to a point of ecstasy and a wild release of his cum more powerful than he had ever known before. Yes, he realized full well that it was crazy to allow the little nymphette to touch him like this, but Christ, he needed some soothing, and right now, the fourteen year old girl seemed so comforting.
Before he realized fully what was happening, his hand was being moved by hers creepingly over to encircle her breast. He made no objection. No, no, his tormented mind tried battling the stronger urges of his body. It's wrong ... you mustn't go on. Stop, before things go too far!
But his fingers with a mind of their own began to stroke the hardening bud of her nipple. It was too late. He felt the lovely young body grow warm and begin to squirm in arousal at his touch. Oh Christ! It was depraved, but he couldn't help himself. The forces of his body were overpowering him, making him indulge in something beyond his control. The two drinks he'd had in such a hurry were making his brain fuzzy, and then the girl's wonderfully soothing caresses had lulled him. Now, he realized, he had stepped over the line, had left the realm of affection and entered that of arousal. And still he couldn't stop himself. He knew perfectly well what was happening but to save his life he couldn't stop himself. Because, goddamnit, as lewd and perverse as it was, he couldn't believe how wonderful it was to touch her round, firmly budding young breasts. He was overcome with lust for a mere child half his age, and lost soul that he was, he couldn't bring himself to stop.
His excited young pupil could hardly believe what was happening. He was actually stroking one of her breasts, the way she had so often imagined, and the best thing of all was that he seemed to really love it. She could feel the hard little button of her nipple pulsating beneath his finger and her palpitating breast strained passionately against his palm.
Clayton glanced at her voluptuous young form, and he could see that her eyes were closed and there was a serene look on her face which spurred him to slip his hand quickly into the v-neck of her blouse. For a split second, he felt her naked cool skin, soft as satin. Then he began to undo the buttons of her blouse and pushed the flimsy cloth away to reveal her bare, braless, softly heaving breasts. He drew in his breath sharply as he felt the weight of her surprisingly full young breasts, and the excited leaping of his cock against his leg made him realize how aroused he was getting. The trembling woman-child stirred slightly in his strong embrace, and for a moment Clayton Bond feared that now she would want to put a stop to it. But no ... she didn't do anything but snuggle back against him, leaving him free to explore the full ripe bounty of her warm-fleshed breasts.
You've pushed her blouse aside and now you're feeling her naked breasts, a warning voice chided him. Stop now! Stop this before you get yourself in trouble!
But resolutely, the passion-starved man shut out the dim sound of guilt from his whisky-dimmed brain, determining to concentrate on nothing but the illicit pleasure he was feeling from caressing his fourteen year old student's delightful young breasts. He didn't care if it was wrong, or perverse. He wanted to continue ... in fact, he thought he'd die if he stopped. Who cared what it might lead to; all he wanted was to continue fondling and stroking those magnificently growing young tits of hers.
He dropped his free hand down until it rested lightly on her thigh. She wasn't wearing any stockings and the coolness of her silky smooth leg thrilled him in a new, exciting way. Without waiting for a reaction, he began to slide his fingers up the satiny surface, dipping under her skirt, climbing ever higher to the sweet, mysterious softness between her thighs.
And now it was Alice's turn to be somewhat reluctant. Almost as a female reflex she spoke...."Oh, Mr. Bond, don't...." she began in a low whisper, not wanting to say those deterring words, but slightly afraid of her own arousal. She did want him to "keep touching her ... but she knew maybe she shouldn't ... Oh, why was she confused now? Good lord, she didn't know what she wanted.
"It's all right, my darling Alice," he murmured. "I just want you to feel good...."
He was overcome with excitement when his fingers felt the first straying wisps of her soft pubic fuzz, and then came into immediate contact with the elastic legband of her silky panties. He hesitated for only a moment before insinuating his middle finger inside it, guiding it unerringly toward the moistly trembling folds of her young vagina.
The now uncertain student was quivering with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation. Ooooh! His hand is up inside your panties now, she thought. You really should stop him. Oh dear, she didn't know what she felt any more. She seemed to be alive with thrilling sensations of pleasure, yet her conscience, dormant until now, was making itself known. But then, this product of a new and freer generation thought, I want it, oh I do want it so! I was so uptight to fight it. She wanted him to continue his wonderful caressing ... she wanted him to go further.
"Mmmmmmm ... ooooohhhh...." she heard herself groan with pleasure.
His questing fingers had come into direct sizzling contact with the velvety outer flesh of her naked pussy, and now she was really abandoned. Her vagina suddenly felt as if it were on fire. It had never been like this, even the one time she had been fucked by little Billy Moore. Involuntarily she spread her tender young thighs a little, allowing his fingers ready access to her damply trembling cuntal furrow . .
Hell, it was unbelievable! Clayton felt an unbearable rush of pleasure as he listened to the young girl's sighs of pleasure and saw her stretch voluptuously on the sofa, giving herself over completely to his lewd finger caresses.
With trembling hands he began to draw her panties down over her finely sculpted legs. He had gone this far and he might as well not stop now. Besides, she wanted him as much as he wanted her! She seemed to have no moral inhibitions whatsoever! His eyes moistened with lust as he caught the first sight of her russet pubic triangle, and he was even able to catch a glimpse of wetly enticing pink flesh peeping through the soft coppery little ringlets.
He couldn't take his eyes from the cock-lurching sight of her openly presented vagina, and as soon as he had discarded her white little panties, he returned his fingers to the gleaming wet folds of her apparently welcoming pussy. He was rewarded by a deep moan of pleasure as his fingers began to explore the moist, warm recesses of her mysterious cunt, and he knew he would not now stray from the wanton path of pleasure.
With stunning pleasure, Alice imagined how she must look as she lay open and waiting on the sofa. She knew that her skirt lay tangled around her waist, her panties on the floor, and her pretty legs were splayed to reveal the entire plane of her young pussy to the older man's gaping eyes. She was excited to think that her blouse was open and her breasts naked and free. She felt swirls of sensual pleasure rushing through her quivering loins, making her flush hot and cold, and making her mewl with increasing passion as desire overcame her.
"Aaaaaahhhhh ... ooohhhhh." She gasped as the man's fingers found the blood filled button of her clitoris and began to titillate it, making every nerve ending in her body shrill with intensely pleasurable sensations.
Clayton continued to manipulate the erotic little bud, watching with mounting excitement as she squirmed and writhed uncontrollably on the sofa. His cock was like a piece of lead against his leg and he wished that he could open his fly and relieve the pressure. But he didn't want anything to break the rhythm of what he was doing. Her hotly throbbing little clitoris felt ready to explode between his fingers and every time he touched it, lightning seemed to strike throughout the girl's slim but shapely body.
Her hips were grinding slowly into the softness of the couch cushion, and tremors of excitement were rippling through her. She held her breath in anticipation when she felt his fingers drop from her lust-inflated clitoris and circle slowly and tantalizingly around the star-shaped opening of her vagina.
The fluted edges of her pussy nibbled hungrily at his probing fingers, and she longed to thrust her desire-ridden cunt forward ... but she didn't. She just waited, with instinctive knowledge of how to heighten her pleasure, and wound-up to a feverish pitch of excitement.
The without warning, the desire-driven man suddenly thrust his extended middle finger up between her thighs, right up into the warmly clasping walls of her tight young cunt.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh," she moaned as her inner pussy muscles began to clamp hotly against his plunging finger, drawing it up inexorably into the depths of her helplessly aroused loins.
"Oh God! Oh God! Yessssss," she sighed, shivers of lust convulsing her body as the man began to thrust his finger up and down in a slow little simulation of fucking. Her passion-seared cunt contracted and opened rhythmically as she flexed her tingling pussy up hard against his hand, and then jerked it back down again with a greedy grabbing gesture.
Shoots of red-hot pleasure emanated from the center of her wildly excited belly, and she caught up in the overwhelming rhythm of uncontrolled passion. Her head was thrown back over the back of the couch, and she was aware of nothing but the pleasure she was getting from the handsome teacher's obscene finger-fucking.
Clayton too was crazed with excitement as he watched the gorgeous teenager surrender herself completely to his lovemaking. He could see the pink, frilled edges of her hungry little cunt sucking voraciously on his disappearing finger, and without thinking, he plunged a second finger up alongside the first, feeling the unbelievably strong tug of her inner vaginal walls as they closed around him. She was grinding her pussy mound down mercilessly on his hand almost as if she was trying to lure all of it into the cavern of her insatiable young loins.
He thrust two outstretched fingers up into the fleshy pink darkness, trying to placate the hungry tiger of her rapidly mounting desire. She was mewling helplessly now, incoherent words slipping from her full, ripe lips. Her entire body was suffused with a flush of passion, and the man thought his student had never looked more lovely.
And for once Alice didn't care how she looked. All she was concerned about was how she felt, and wow, that was fabulous! She knew she had never felt this way in her life. It was so different, so much more powerful than when she did it to herself. All she knew was that she had recaptured that glimpse she'd had yesterday with Mr. Bond when she had stroked his cock to a climaxing completion. Then she caught a startling glimpse of a passionate nirvana which was so brief as to be almost illusory. Now she'd found it again, and oh, wow, it was even better than she had ever dreamed.
"Oh God, I'm going to cum!" she moaned suddenly, as her body stiffened on the couch, and she arched her back away from the cushion, tingling and twitching with a thousand different sensations.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh ... I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she gasped, her loins whipping frenziedly up and down with the orgasmic force that shuddered through her and made her dance and jerk against her will. Dagger edges of pleasure knifed through her belly as her brain began to whirl and she lost track of everything constant. She no longer thought about the rugged, muscular teacher who was causing this incredible pleasure. In fact, she didn't think of anything at all except that for the first time in her life she felt as if she were emerging from a cocoon, and that her beautiful new wings were carrying her away to a heaven from which she didn't ever want to return.
And Mr. Bond? He was thrilled at the sight of the young fourteen year old student's beautiful half-naked body spasming and writhing in the throes of an overwhelming pleasure. But he was also concerned with the almost aching bulge of his erection. There was a deep longing in the depths of his balls and he wished that he could relieve it. But as his normal consciousness returned, he felt there was nothing he could do. He had to subdue his desire for the lovely redheaded woman-child ... he had to pull himself together and put a stop to this once and for all. But god, he was tormented with desire for the perfect, slender body spread out so nakedly and vulnerable before him.
CHAPTER THREE
Clayton Bond inhaled deeply on his cigarette and looked searchingly at his young companion. It was only now, after almost finishing a stiff scotch, his third that evening, that he was beginning to feel composed. Only the girl's slightly rumpled clothes and sated expression gave evidence of the passionate chaos of less than half an hour ago. Alice Grady looked utterly unperturbed and the teacher was astonished at her coolness, and, well, savoir faire. He had to keep reminding himself that his young mistress was only fourteen, and that maybe that was part of the attraction. Because there was no doubt but that he was strangely and illicitly attracted to his young student. He didn't know why, or the reason it should flare up suddenly like it did only yesterday. He only knew that it was there, and that it had to be deadened.
Yes, killed outright. There was absolutely no way in which he could allow this unnatural feeling for a student to flourish. Even now, as far as things had gone, life could be made very unpleasant for him. If he were discovered, why, he could be jailed. Consorting with a minor, or with some exaggeration, statutory rape! How Charlotte Carter, his attorney, would snigger about that! Not to mention the gossips in this small town. They'd have a field day, no doubt about that. Christ, they'd make Alice into a victim and he'd be thrown out of town-God, even lynched. As if his divorce was not scandal enough. And Alice's life would probably be ruined too, the stigma of this incident would follow her everywhere ... even ruin her chances for marriage and a happy life. No, he had to nip things in the bud right now, and just hope that word didn't leak out. He had to trust Alice ... the thing was, could she be trusted?
Silently, he let his gaze fall on her again. He couldn't help noticing how beautiful and sensuous she looked, slender with firm full breasts even at her young age. A twinge of disappointment tugged at his heart, but he had to be strong. His whole life depended on it!
"Well, Alice," he began in his best schoolteacher's voice, "I must say that I am ashamed of what happened just now. If there was anything I could do to undo it, I wouldn't hesitate. But as it is, we can only forget that it ever happened, and make sure that nothing like it occurs again!"
How cold and clinical I sound, he thought detachedly. And yet I don't really mean what I say....
Yet Alice felt no shame about her experience. How could she when she had never felt such pleasure, such excitement in her life before? For those few minutes, she had been stirringly, intensely alive, and that feeling made her believe that it was right. No, she wasn't ashamed of it. Nor would she undo it if she could. No, she would treasure it and want it more and more.
I really don't want it ever to happen again, Clayton thought praying desperately for the strength to enforce his stipulation.
"But why, Mr. Bond?" Alice asked ingeniously, her lovely face shaded with worry.
Clayton steeled himself. She looks so artless, he told himself, but beneath everything, she's scheming and plotting. Just look how she managed to manipulate things so far.
"Now, look, Alice. Don't act innocent with me! You seem to have a pretty good idea of how to get around a guy, and you're certainly old enough to know right from wrong. Surely, I don't have to spell out the enormity of what we've done?"
The teenager was hardly listening to what he said. She felt a flush of pride at his hinting that she had some power over him. She must be really a pretty far out chick for him to be so afraid of her. Of course, all those confession magazines that she and Ellen read, the ones that gave explicit information on everything and the way it was done ... they must've helped. Still, hearing him say that felt good!
"Are you listening to anything I'm saying?" There was a note of exasperation in his voice, which wasn't helped by the seductive grin she was beaming on him. Jesus, what was the matter with that girl? Did she really feel that what they had both done yesterday and today wasn't wrong, terribly wrong?
"Alice, I'm your teacher," he went on wearily. "I'm responsible for you when you're in my care. I've violated that charge first by ... well, by what we've done. Do you understand? I'm corrupting you, and in a court of law, I'd be put away in jail. Mothers would want to stone me. Men would call for me to be lynched. Everyone would shun me. And my life would be ruined. My crime would follow me anywhere I went. Now do you understand why it must never happen again?"
His heart was pounding with fear as the mental image he had conjured up swam before his eyes. What the hell had he done? He had transgressed all written and unwritten moral codes to satisfy his own lust, and by so doing, had contaminated a girl less than half his age, and put the balance of her life in jeopardy. He had to be crazy!
"But I won't tell anyone! I swear I won't!" she insisted, tears in her eyes. "And I won't let you go to jail. I'll say it's all my fault. I'll make them believe me!"
"Take it easy, girl. Nothing will happen if we just agree between us to forget what happened and never let it occur again. It really is the best thing you know!"
Alice turned away. Wow, this wasn't the way she wanted things to work out at all. After the way she had cum all over his hand from his fingering her pussy, she couldn't lose him now ... things had to go on, they just had to.
"I can see you don't trust me," the unhappy teenager said at length. "You don't even think that I can keep a secret. You must think I'm a real kid!"
Clayton's heart was stung by her accusing words. She just didn't seem to realize the enormity of what they had done, in spite of his very vivid picture of possible consequences. How could he make her see the facts as they were?
"I don't think anything of the sort, and well, you know it. In fact, I ... I find you quite attractive, and it is for that very reason that things must stop between us!"
"But if you like me too, what's wrong with anything we do?" Hope blazed once more in the offended teenager's heart. He liked her! He found her attractive! Out of all the kids in the school, he liked her!
"For Christ's sake Alice, you weren't born yesterday! You know that an affair between a man of my age and a girl of yours just isn't possible!"
"It is possible! It is! It must be that you don't think I'm woman enough for you! You must think that I can't give you what you want!"
"No, I don't think-"
"Well, I can! I could make you happy! I know what it's all about! I'm not all that innocent ... I ... I've read lots of books!" Clayton had to smile in spite of himself, but he didn't say, a word as, with youthful enthusiasm, young Alice rushed on.
"I mean, wow, Mr. Bond, you were so fabulous! If we just try again, gee, we could have such an absolutely fantastic time! I'd show you."
"I'm pleased by your affection, Alice, and I'm proud of it, too," Clayton said at last. "As I said, I'm very fond of you, and because we have this special feeling for each other, it's all the more reason why nothing more should happen between us. Is that understood?"
The disappointed teenager felt a sudden rush of anger, which made her leap suddenly to her feet and turn around to face the surprised teacher, her eyes burning like coals in her pale, drawn face.
"You're just afraid, that's all," she accused vehemently. "You're worried about what people will say, even when there's no chance of their ever finding out. You're ... you're just chicken!
"Now Alice-" '
"Don't give me any of that! All the things you say about liking me and all that is just a bunch of junk. You don't mean it at all. You just-"
"Oh God, Alice, can't you understand that I do? That I'm very fond of you, and would like to-well, you know. But we just can't. It's wrong, terribly wrong!"
"But why is it wrong? That's what I can't understand! Just because you're a little bit older than me?"
"It isn't just that. It's because you're so young, so innocent, really. I'm about to be divorced and-"
"None of that really matters, Mr. Bond," Alice mumbled, turning away to hide the tears that were forming in her eyes, "if you really care about me-and I can see you don't. Well, I guess I'd better be going!"
"Now just a minute!"
He couldn't let her leave on that note. There was no telling what she might do, and besides, his heart melted at the sight of her hurt and disappointment.
"It's pretty obvious, isn't it, after what happened yesterday and just now, that I care very deeply for you?"
There was no answer from the girl.
"Do you really think, Alice, that I'd have touched you and caressed you so intimately if I wasn't attracted to you? That I would let you stroke and fondle my cock until I came in your hand?"
"You don't know? What kind of a person do you think I am?"
Now it was his turn to be wounded.
"It's just that you're so mean," she told him, "You won't even let me kiss you goodbye."
Clayton stared hard at her for a moment. Was she trying to put one over on him again? Or was she genuinely willing to finish the whole thing?
"You didn't even ask, Alice! In fact, you've been acting so stubborn I just didn't know what to do."
"Well, I'm just sorry that ... you know," the girl said miserably, flinging herself into his arms without warning.
He pulled her to him in a tight, enveloping embrace, feeling the warmth of her body against his. A thrill of pleasure rippled through him to his root, and desperately he tried to still it. Oh Christ, it's all over, before it really began. But that's the best way! The only way....
They sank down slowly on the sofa, his arms still wrapped tightly around the trembling youngster, and then slowly and deliberately he reached down and brushed his lips against her sensually full mouth. Immediately, she began to kiss him back, pulling his head down to hers.
His darting tongue instantly shot between her teeth and danced into the moist hot cavern of her mouth. Their lips melted together in a grinding, passionate kiss and once again, the excited teacher felt his head beginning to spin. Oh God, no ... this is goodbye! Remember that! he told himself sternly, trying to keep a grip on his fleeting hold on reality.
But Clayton was too excited, and he longed again to reach out and hold her ripely swelling breasts again. He wanted to reach down between those tender thighs and feel once more the intoxicating warmth of her soft cuntal furrow, and to make her sigh and moan with pleasure again. But he mustn't, he couldn't! God, please help me to control myself this time! But his penis was getting stiff and hard again, pressing relentlessly against the fabric of his pants. Oh man, more than anything else in the world ... he had to, he wanted to ... shove it right up between her legs, right to the hilt, the way he needed it! Jerking off in her hand yesterday was fine, and it was a real mind fucker making her cum the way he had an hour ago, but what he really wanted to do was to fuck her hot little titties off! Yes, fuck her good and proper. But no, Christ, he couldn't make the same mistake again!
"Go," he muttered hoarsely, urgently, to the impassioned young girl who was clinging hotly to his neck, unwilling even to end their passionately prolonged kiss.
"Please...." she whispered, deliriously, "Please, stick it in me ... I want your cock in me ... Oooohhhh, please, please Mr. Bond."
His arms were still tight around her, his head pressing hard against her palpitating breast. Like a magnet, the young girl's eyes were drawn to the obvious bulge between his thighs. Oh dear God, thought Clayton, what's happening to me? The teacher was helpless as he felt the last vestiges of self-control falling away from him. He was being swept along on some strong current against which he had no power. Unknown forces were stirring in him, making him a slavish victim to his own passion and lusts, making him take the young girl's hand lewdly and place it again on the hard throbbing rod through his trousers.
Almost mechanically, she began to stroke his growing cock-shaft, her eyes still fastened lasciviously on the lewd bulge at his crotch, oblivious to everything but the weird, perverse desires which were gathering forces inside his quivering body. Oh dear God, he shouldn't be doing this ... just as he shouldn't have done it yesterday. But he couldn't help himself then as now ... he was lost-a wanton creature, a seducer of innocent young girls, but oh God, it wasn't his fault. He couldn't be blamed for what he was doing. It was someone else who was instigating this depraved act, not the responsible, cool school teacher who always kept every emotion in check.
As if in a dream, Alice began to slide down the zipper of his fly and his blood-stiffened penis leaped out to wave excitedly in the air. Her eyes widened with desire as she saw it, and salaciously she drank in every detail from the round purplish head to the slender, thinly veined shaft.
"Oh God, Alice, I ... we shouldn't...." he murmured dazedly, as she reached out once again and clasped her cool fingers around her teacher's hotly pulsing shaft. Immediately she began to move her hand up and down in a slow caressing motion while her other hand dropped to cradle the heavy, sperm-hardened sac of his testicles.
"Aaaaahhhh...." Clayton sighed, leaning ecstatically against the sofa. It was heaven to feel her fingers like this on his aching penis. Alice continued to stroke and fondle his rapidly swelling member. She could feel the vibrant pulsating life through it, pumping from the depths of his balls to the rubbery head, making it surge thrillingly alive between her fingers.
"Clayton, my love," the girl was saying, "I'm going ... I'm going to suck your lovely hard cock now. Would you like that?"
The aroused teenager hardly knew what she was saying. "I'm going to put it right into my mouth. Do you think you'd like that? Do you want me to kiss and lick your prick with my mouth?"
The words etched themselves into the man's astounded brain and he could only nod dumbly, hardly trusting himself to speak.
Alice ran the tip of her tongue over her already glistening lips and then bending down slowly, she reached out with it and ran it lightly over the hot burning surface of her teacher's passion-distended hardness.
"Ooooo ... mmmmm...." He moaned, laying back and flexing his hips so as to push his pounding rod against her beautiful young face, hovering only a few scant inches away. Tingles of illicit pleasure cavorted all over his body, making him twitch and squirm with lewd excitement and close his eyes in order to release himself into a phantasmagoric world of erotic sensations.
Her tongue felt wild and hot as it slid over his lust-inflated penis, dipping under the bulbous head and tickling the sensitive webbed underside, then dropping still further to paint his churning balls with her warm saliva.
"Now, I'm going to put it into my mouth," she whispered, stopping her lascivious task for a moment.
He lifted his head unable to resist watching as she formed her luscious lips into a tight, teasing little circle and then slowly, torturously, slid them down over the rounded head of his cock, taking it right up into her open mouth, and then locking her widely ovaled lips tightly around the hard, palpitating rod of his flesh.
"Oh, it's ... it's wonderful, Alice," he moaned, jerking his tingling shaft forward to force it harder up into her hungrily welcoming mouth. Now she was actually sucking his cock and it was better than anything he had ever experienced! It was enough to send him out of his mind with sheer, crazy pleasure!
Alice too was feverish with excitement as she tasted the piquant flavor of her teacher's desire-hardened cock, and inhaled his arousing masculine odor. Oh God, he was old enough to be her father, but the sensations he awakened inside her!
Clayton was half out of his head with passion. Never in all his years of marriage with Carol Ann had he felt anything remotely like this. It was an act which his wife had considered lewd and obscene when he had asked her to perform it. But Alice wanted it. Voluntarily she had wanted to taste his growing shaft in her mouth, wanted to experience it sliding and slipping between her tightly clasping lips. Wow, it was as exciting and as titillating as he could have imagined.
Clayton kept staring up at her as she continued the task she was so obviously enjoying. He had never seen her face like this, distorted with lust, yet suffused with a look of pure unadulterated pleasure. She was without doubt excited about sucking and licking his cock, every bit as much as he was. He was fascinated by the sight of her pink mouth circled tightly around the throbbing shaft of his penis, and the way it held on so securely as he pulled his rod out until just the painfully throbbing head was still enclosed up inside its warm, wet moisture. Then he wanted to ram it up hard into her mouth, right to the hilt, and he was amazed at the way she could take it all between her lips without choking. In fact, he felt as if she could swallow it completely, balls and all!
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Raging excitement was rampant throughout his trembling body as his hips flexed rhythmically, shoving his rock-hard cock up between her hungrily clasping lips, right up until the head touched her tonsils. Her hand continued to squeeze and pump on his rioting testicles, making them feel as if they were ready to explode at any moment.
"Oh Christ, Alice," he mumbled incoherently, "I love the way you suck up my cock ... it feels so good...."
The impassioned teenager warmed from her teacher's lascivious praise and continued her slave-like sucking of his desire-heated penis. She felt completely immersed in his manly body, as much a part of him as one of his limbs. Her feelings for him rushed out in an excess of tenderness as she continued to orally caress and tantalize him, deriving pleasure from his moans of ecstasy.
But Clayton, excited beyond his wildest dreams, couldn't hold back much longer. It was all too much for him-the incredible lewd act which was being performed on him, and especially the gorgeous red-haired teenager who was doing it. It was just too much and-
"Aaaaahhhhhh ... keep sucking! I'm cumming!" he shrilled, his body stiffening suddenly on the cushion as he began to ram his spasming cock hard up against the back of her sensuously flexing little throat. His face was flushed and coarse, obscene sounds were rushing from his half-open mouth. He was lost in a different world, aflame from the different sensations of pleasure which were hurtling around all over him. His penis felt as if it was on fire, ready to detonate at any moment into the moist sucking cavern of her mouth.
Suddenly the deep rumble in his balls, still being massaged rhythmically by her ceaselessly working hand, heralded the hot onrush of his sticky white sperm as it erupted wildly out from the head of his jerking penis.
With an effort of will, the helplessly aroused man lifted his head because he wanted to see with his own eyes the sight of his lovely red-headed student drinking down his hot thick semen as it spurted out from his painfully ejaculating cock.
A glaze came over her eyes as she began to accept his warm, creamy offering, and then her cheeks filled and hollowed as it rushed copiously into her mouth and she swallowed and gulped it down as fast as she could. Her saliva-glistening lips were tight around his twitching cock, as she clung eagerly to it, not willing to let even a single drop escape. Her face was flushed and moist, and he could see the faint gulping movement of her throat as it rushed down unchecked into her gullet.
God, it was incredible, the gasping teacher thought, not for the first time, as he lay back on the sofa, his entire body wet and steaming, as his red-hot penis emptied its last into his crouching student's thirstily drinking mouth. Eddies of pleasure still curled around inside him and his head was cloudy and pleasant, dazed in a calming sort of way.
Alice thought, he must be satisfied now. He really dug the experience. Something had happened between them and he couldn't deny it. No matter what Mr. Bond's scruples were, he and she were real lovers now, and she felt as if he was the most wonderful man in the whole wide world.
CHAPTER FOUR
Clayton Bond actually considered the possibility of suicide.
The future looked so bleak and frightening, either with or without young Alice Grady that he didn't know how he could face it. When she left after she had sucked him off, his home suddenly seemed a cold, unfriendly place, and his small home town a writhing mass of prying, accusing souls always on the lookout for transgressions on his or anyone else's part. A fitful night's sleep didn't do anything to help the troubled history teacher so when the next morning, Saturday, dawned bright and warm, he decided on the best restorative of all-a long, quiet day alone in the country.
Whenever he felt troubled or worried, he usually found that a drive a few miles out of town to the State Park helped, and then a slow, meandering walk usually cleared up the last of his demons. He decided when he got up that morning to pack a small picnic lunch and a thermos of martinis and spend most of the next day away from the town where he could hopefully think over what he had to do.
The best and wisest thing, he reflected as he drove steadily along the highway south toward the forests along the river, would be to quit his job and leave the town where he was born and brought up. But even thinking about such a move was anathema to him. Already he could feel a tightening in the pit of his stomach, and a feeling of dread spreading through his body. Oh God, he couldn't bear the thought of that. He knew it was crazy, immature for a man of his age to be so reluctant to leave, but that was the way he was and he couldn't change now. But if people find out what happened between Alice and myself, I'll be forced to leave ... or worse!
The thought sent a chill scurrying down his spine. He just couldn't think about that now. It was always a possibility of course, and through worry about being discovered, he'd pay the price for his misdeed. And if there was a confrontation with the police or Alice's folks, there would be no good in his denying everything. After the divorce, people would be ready to believe anything bad about him.
And that was another thing. If he left town, now or anytime in the near future, wouldn't that mess up his divorce proceedings. Maybe even make things bad so that she might be able to sue him for alimony? Well, he had enough worries without that, he thought bitterly.
But on reflection, he realized that there was nothing concrete he could do. Obviously, he had to avoid the girl like the plague from now on. But that was going to prove very difficult. For not only was he her teacher, but it was such a small town. Besides, it was apparent that young Alice had no intention of avoiding him! He had to smile when he thought of the youngster's persistence. How she refused to believe him when he said there should be nothing further between them. She just doesn't take no for an answer, he thought fondly and then immediately tried to put all thoughts of his young lover out of his head. But that was so difficult to do. The troubled teacher sighed deeply, a frown creasing his forehead. The terrible truth was that he just couldn't trust himself as far as she was concerned. Yesterday evening when she had unexpectedly called on him, he had told her twice that there was to be no repeat performance of what happened that day in the classroom. Once, just before he wound up stroking and caressing her pussy and then again just before she sucked his cock and swallowed his hotly flowing cum like a starving lamb at its mother's tit. God, how weak-willed he was! If only he could steel himself against her hurt, innocent looks, her girlish pleadings. And against his own rampant desire for her!
Yes, that was the stark-naked fact. He wasn't so much won over by her pleas as conquered by the force of his own lewd passion for her healthy young body. He might as well face that fact right now. Look it right in the eyes and see it for what it was-the avaricious lust of an older man for the youthful favors of a girl less than half his age!
He shivered involuntarily, appalled by the crude image of himself that he had evoked. But it was a true one, and seen in that light, his desire for the girl was almost a vulturous one as far as he was concerned.
But she's so beautiful, he told himself weakly, immediately conjuring up a picture of her child-like, yet womanly features. I can't help it if I'm attracted to her, he reflected. It's not my fault; it's just one of those things! But the fact was that he was attracted to his young student was not the real problem he had to solve right now. His dilemma was how to avoid her in order to keep the passion at bay because he knew he couldn't count on himself not to succumb when he came face to face with her again alone!
Meanwhile, from her cramped position under the back seat of Clayton Bond's car, Alice was beginning to be sorry that she ever got the crazy idea of sneaking along on her teacher's private outings. But it had seemed a good idea at the time. She wanted to get to his place early that morning anyway because she had a hunch he might try and slip away somewhere. Then she noticed that he was making preparations for what seemed like a day trip because he only took a picnic lunch with him, but no clothes or overnight bag. So it seemed a real groove to open the back door and slip in under the blanket on the floor of the back seat. That way he couldn't go anywhere without her. But now, after what seemed like hours of driving, every bone in her body was aching, and all she cared about was being able to stretch. But she didn't want to show herself until he had stopped somewhere. Wow, he might go off the road from shock and surprise. But he was so determined to avoid her and call things off if he could, and she was equally resolved in pursuing their relationship as far as she could.
Instinctively, and of course from her experience of the last couple of days, she realized that she could win him over if she tried long and hard enough. She sensed-and he had admitted that he was attracted to her and that it was only scruples which held him back. Well, she didn't have any of those and she was bent on dissolving his. She was crazy about him and had had enough of a taste of his potency. Now she was ready for more, and with the curious restlessness of the young, she was determined to get her way, no matter what.
Clayton was glad when he finally got to the State Park. He had been there many times and knew that he could avoid the public picnic and seating areas and settle in some nice secluded spot. He felt urgently in need of a drink, and was glad he had had the foresight to include a thermos of ready-mixed martinis. Almost right away he found an enticingly cool and secluded spot, after following a barely discernible path for a few hundred yards. He was able to park the car in a clearing where he was completely obscured from view on every side. That was what he wanted-peace and solitude in which to think-and sip his ice cold martini!
Even out of a disposable plastic glass, the drink tasted good, and as it slithered down his throat, he felt its calming powers reaching out to soothe and relax. He leaned back against the seat, reveling in the sun which was streaming in the window and the extreme peacefulness of the spot he had chosen. Then his revery was suddenly, shatteringly broken! A soft, seductive child-like voice crooned from behind him.
"Hi Mr. Bond, it's me!"
The astounded teacher froze in shock at the sound of the voice behind him. Good God, was he having hallucinations? Or was his young mistress really there with him in the car?
He jerked his head around, his eyes wide and questioning, just as the stiff, weary girl was climbing up from under the blanket in the back seat.
"Alice! How ... where...."
Somewhat sheepishly, she clambered over into the passenger seat and looked beguilingly at him.
"I hid under there when I saw you were going away! I didn't want you to leave me behind. But, wow, was it ever cramped back there! I thought you'd never stop!"
Clayton felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't help it; this little 'Lolita-like' nymph seemed to be conspiring against him every minute of the day! Suddenly, the peace he had momentarily found seemed as ephemeral as it really was, and he lost all hope of finding a satisfactory solution to his problems. It was just no use; fate was against him and there was no use in fighting it. Discovering that the girl had been an unwanted passenger in his car all along was just the last straw; he couldn't be blamed for what happened in the future. He had tried to combat the forces which were making him act against his will, but he had failed miserably. This last shock was horrifying proof of his dismal failure.
"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Bond. I didn't mean to upset you," Alice said, but her words didn't seem to be having any effect. She was really sorry now that she had come. Her appearance was causing him real stress, and she didn't want that. Worst of all, she didn't know how to make things better now.
"Here! Have another drink. That'll make you feel better for sure," she said, filling his tumbler again with some of the martini mixture from the thermos. In fact, she was tempted to have some herself, but thought she'd better not.
The miserable teacher accepted the glass and began sipping it, still without speaking. He just didn't know what to say. And all he could really do was take her back. He couldn't allow her to spend the rest of the day with him-that was out of the question.
"You've spoiled the whole day for me," he said coldly, without looking at her. "I intended to do some serious thinking and now your mischievous trick has ruined everything."
"I'm sorry," she replied contritely, wishing that the handsome man wasn't in such a foul mood.
"It's too late for that," he snapped peevishly. "You just won't believe me, will you, when I tell you that it's over between us? I don't want to see you alone again. I don't care what your feelings are-I just can't put my life and livelihood in jeopardy for the sake of ... of a passing passion! I can't and I won't!"
Alice was stunned. She hadn't seen him so cross and angry before and hadn't really realized that he was capable of hurting her so cruelly. Maybe he didn't care about her at all after all. He talked about lust ... was that so bad? He seemed to like the things she did to him and the time she made him cum with her hand. But now he didn't seem to care about her anymore.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she fought to control them. She didn't want him to see how much he had wounded her.
"Well, I guess I'd better go then," she said, sniffing audibly as she opened the car door and started to get out.
For a moment the distraught teacher stared at her, and then moving quickly, he put out a restraining hand.
"Oh, Alice, don't ... come back here and we'll talk it over! I didn't mean it to sound so harsh!"
He drew her back into the car and closed the door. Almost miraculously, her face cleared and she was smiling mistily at him. A warm tender look was shining from her eyes and her arms were around him in an inviting and grateful way.
She was irresistible to Clayton like this. "Oh, baby ... I didn't mean those things. It's just that I was so frightened when you appeared suddenly. Well, you must admit it was kind of a surprise for me, wasn't it?"
"I only wanted to be near you," Alice said artfully, snuggling up closer to his strong, hard body.
"I know that, darling," he murmured softly, his eyes closing as he held her in his arms and cradled his head against her breasts. God in heaven, he thought silently, this is the end. I just can't help it. I'm too soft, at least as far as she's concerned. I can't let her go!
Now that he had reached some kind of a conscious decision, the handsome teacher felt better. Of course, he would always have doubts, and from now on his life was going to be one long worry. But he was sure that it would be worth it. Besides, he really didn't have any alternative. Fate was working against him, and his liaison with Alice was obviously foreordained. It had to be because events were working so uncannily against him and in her favor.
But now wasn't the time to be worrying about the ethical angle of what he was about to do. It was wrong, there was no doubt about that, and there was absolutely no precedent to excuse his illicit relationship with a girl of her age. Absolutely none. But that still didn't deter him. It couldn't; he didn't think that even hellfire would. Because something inside him wouldn't be stopped or crossed. His desire was like a beacon forever lit which wouldn't be quenched and which guided him toward his irrevocable destination. And that destiny was little fourteen year old Alice Grady!
"You see, darling," he began gently, "the reason why I've been rebuffing you is not because I don't love you, because I really do. But let no one tell you that you and me becoming lovers isn't wrong. Because it is. Of course, sometimes these things can't be helped, and the best we can hope for is that we don't hurt anyone else, and maybe give each other a lot as well. So that isn't so bad, is it?"
"No, that's just what I was thinking," Alice said eagerly, avidly drinking in his words. "And besides, in a few years when I'll be twenty-one-"
"Hey, that's a long time in the future! I'll be an old man," he laughed, doing a rapid calculation. "Let's just worry about the present for the moment."
He hugged her slender body to him again, filled with a overwhelming tenderness for her which embraced her youth, her curious precociousness and lack of guilt, even her concern for him.
"Now, honey, how's about we slip over into the back seat?"
Alice's heart began to thud loudly at his words. She wasn't a virgin, but still....
"You mean so's ... so that...." Clayton nodded, his eyes soft with desire. "Yes, so that I can take your panties off and we can make love," he whispered tenderly, pleased at the look of disbelief and pleasure which wreathed her beautiful face. Yes, he thought silently. It seems very calculated, doesn't it? But what's the use in mincing words? It's what we both want, and after the way she sucked me off yesterday and the way I fingered her pussy and made it cum, what's the point in being coy all of a sudden.
In a way, he could hardly believe it was happening this way. He never in his wildest dreams thought the day would come when he would say almost casually to a girl half his age, "I'm gonna take your panties off!" But that in effect was just what he had said, and more surprisingly still, with nothing leading up to it. He had no excuse now of having been carried away by liquor or by the situation or even by the girl's coy persuasion. No, surely he must have shed all his inhibitions to have suggested such a thing. But it's only the result of having finally come to terms with myself, he thought almost dispassionately as he slipped over into the spacious back seat where Alice was now waiting eagerly and impatiently.
If Clayton Bond was astounded at what he had suggested, Alice Grady was no less so. Only minutes earlier, it looked as if he was going to have left her stranded on the highway to hitch a ride back to town. Now her handsome teacher was suggesting that they 'do it' right here in the back seat. It seemed too incredible for words! But it just proved that her hunch had been right and that she had been right to play it.
"Are you a little bit excited?" she asked him, rather unnecessarily, as it was obvious that the man was already aroused.
"Mmmm, yes...." he gasped, wishing that he could fling off his pants because already he had a hard-on fit to kill. But he didn't want to rush things. "You just leave everything to me. I'll tell you what to do and everything will be all right. Remember, I'm your teacher and I know best!"
A tingle of anticipatory pleasure rippled through him as he threw himself completely into the different yet familiar role he had chosen for himself. Also, the fact that they were in a relatively open place added to the excitement. Anybody might come by at any moment and see him screwing a fourteen year old girl. But somehow the thought of that made him tremble with perverse delight, and he couldn't help smiling to himself. I certainly have become depraved, he grinned, not too unhappy with the thought.
"Now, Alice, darling, you might as well take your clothes off! ... See, I already have a hard-on. I'm ready, my love. Look, give me your hand and you can feel how hard it is!"
As if in a trance, Clayton then reached out and guided his hand up under her short skirt. A thrill of excitement curdled through him as he felt the warm naked flesh of her thigh and then the damp crotch of her panties, wet from her already excitedly secreting vaginal juices. Oh man, he could almost feel the palpitating of her hotly churning little pussy through her panties, and he suddenly felt intoxicated by the erotic wildness of what they were doing.
"Oooohhhh, Alice, baby, let's fuck now ... I can't wait any longer!"
And the young girl felt the same way, but she wanted to prolong the lewd agony ... to savor every wild forbidden second of what they were doing. That, in her opinion, made everything ten times better; the thrill of anticipation was almost as good as the act itself.
"Mmmmm, I can see your cock is lovely and hard," she nodded, reaching out and touching the throbbing bulge. The intensely aroused man felt as if he had just touched an electric socket, and he was afraid for an agonizing moment that he was going to shoot his wad right then and there.
"Take your pants off," the bold teenager of this new, free generation admonished, as she began to unzip her skirt and slide it down over her hips.
Clayton couldn't keep his eyes from her panty-covered hips as they came enticingly into view. He could see the flame-tinged little curls of her pubic hair through the diaphanous fabric, and the straying red tendrils that escaped out from under the leg band of her panties were driving him crazy! His throat suddenly felt dry and parched, and his whole body felt as if it was under a terrible strain. It was like a crazy dream that he was here in his back seat with a half-naked red-headed teenager and that she was slowly taking off her clothes and waiting for him to do the same. With trembling hands, he slid down his trousers and pulled off his shirt. Now he was wearing just his jockey shorts while his gorgeous student was clad only in her bikini panties. She wore no bra, and he could see ... clearly for the first time in the light of day, the firm ripe mounds of her tantalizingly budding young breasts. He longed to reach out and grab them, squeeze them so tight that he'd leave red welts on them. He wanted to reach over and kiss and suck those beckoning pink nipples which were like hard pointed spears jutting out excitingly from the creamy softness of her breasts. But he suddenly felt afraid again.
"S-someone will see us here," he whispered, his face reddening slightly as he saw how intently she was staring at his very obvious erection. There was a wild, lustful look in her young eyes, and her lovely mouth was shaped into a lascivious grin.
"Nobody'll come by here, and even if they do .
. what does it matter? It's a free country!"
He couldn't believe how free this child was
... and how very aware of her sexual needs. She was like a young animal, ruled only by the needs of her sensually alive body.
Clayton hesitated for a fraction of a second, and then with a swift movement he pulled off his underpants and felt a wild feeling of relief as his desire-distended cock was able to leap free from all constraint. All doubts forgotten, the teacher moved over closer to his student's voluptuous body on the leather car seat. His hands roamed freely over her alabaster flesh, anxious now to make up for lost time.
"Now, you take off your panties!" he whispered hoarsely, tugging at them. She smiled at him with an instinctively coquettish gesture, and began to slowly ease them down over her enticingly curved asscheeks.
She loved the way his face glowed with desire as he stared at her completely naked body. She could almost feel the burning intensity of his eyes as they seared into her trembling vaginal area, and the young girl knew that the time had come to forget about further delays. She wanted his strong, virile cock fucking up into her just as much as he obviously wanted to fuck her. She didn't want to wait any longer. Her pussy was tingling with an insistent tickling, and there was a deep ache of longing in the pit of her stomach.
Quivering with excitement, she spread her legs wide and lay back against the smooth cool car seat, pulling her naked older teacher over between them, her hand still clasped firmly around his vibrantly pounding cock.
Without hesitation, Clayton reached down and grasped her hotly palpitating young breasts, instantly closing his fingers tight around them and beginning to caress and knead them with intense passion. He rubbed her two rock-hard nipples mercilessly, watching as she squirmed and moaned from pleasure. She still kept her hold on his penis, pressuring it gently as if she were trying to encourage it little by little into even stronger erection. Passionately, the older man reached down and planted his mouth on hers, grinding his lips against her full soft ones, and this time it was her tongue that shot into his mouth, swirling around crazily, wetly, teasing and taunting his in a flurry of commingled saliva.
The two bodies, hers young and curvaceous, his rock hard and hairy, melted together in a single drive toward the fulfillment of the passion which had sprung up in the classroom only a few days ago. The dark-haired teacher had been on the girl's mind for months, her every day and night filled with longing dreams for him, while her cool collected teacher had hardly been aware of her existence.
For Clayton, she had sprung into his life in a way that made him realize that he'd never forget her, and it seemed to him now that he had always been haunted by the specter of her or some other teenage girl for years-ever since the crushing disappointment of his marriage became undeniable. Their desire and need for each other was now no longer to be negated. Fate had unerringly decreed that culmination should come on this quiet Saturday, miles from town, in the back seat of his car. And who was he to fight it?
Then suddenly, he remembered something. Better not get her pregnant, that would be the end. Taking a pack of rubbers from his wallet, he removed one and made her put it on for him. Jesus Christ, he groaned to himself as he felt her small tender fingers caressing his cock teasingly, a small wicked little smile on her face as she rolled the paper thin material up over the full length of his heavily throbbing hardness.
"There, Mr. Bond, now you can fuck me good with it," she smiled as she lay back and opened her thighs wider.
"Now, honey, just guide my cock right between your legs and into your hot little cunt-hole," he whispered lewdly, knowing really that now instructions were not needed but enjoying as usual his role of teacher in a new situation.
"Yes, fuck it ... please fuck it now...." the enflamed redhead whispered, still holding his pounding shaft so that the hard, rubbery head was only a few inches from the moistly trembling furrow of her pussy the tip tickling into her soft pubic fuzz.
My God, how ready he was. He'd explode out all over her naked little belly and pussy hair in a minute if he didn't get to ram his cock right up into her cunt right now! He'd go crazy from the tension of waiting when his rod was like a stick of dynamite ready to go off any minute.
With torturous slowness, she inched the blood-heavy length of his penis toward the small, star-shaped opening of her hungrily waiting cunt, obviously enjoying his breathless impatience. There was no doubt in the man's mind that the lascivious child enjoyed being in control. She was reveling in her feeling of power. But he didn't mind at all ... not at all.
He gasped in electrifying excitement as the hot sensitive head of his turbulent cock came into agonizing contact with the tenderly pulsating tendrils of her outer vaginal lips. She held it there for a moment, nudging it gently against the quivering little, fuzz-fringed split, grinding her hips around slowly beneath it as she titillated and tantalized his blood-thundering cock-head.
Then something seemed to snap inside the lust-demented man. A blaze of red flashed through his head, and he ground his teeth in a harsh snarl of impatient, angry desire. He couldn't hold back any longer. He'd had enough of Alice Grady's teasing ways. His body was on fire, every nerve ending tense and taut beyond endurance, and if he didn't fuck it deep up into her hot little belly soon, he'd go crazy.
A pure primal impulse surged through the man and suddenly he was no longer Clayton Bond, a thirty-five year old school teacher. He was all ages of man rolled into one frustrated male, seething with suppressed rage and passion for a flirtatious, teasing woman. Well, this time he was going to be the dominant one and assert his male supremacy if necessary. He'd had enough of teasing and holding back-now he no longer cared for anything but the need to satiate his rampant desire to fuck shitless the provocative little redhead who was spread out so invitingly beneath him.
His hands tightened like vises on her flaring hips, holding her down firmly against the car seat. And then without warning, he lunged forward, taking her completely unawares, driving his strong virile penis right up between the passion-swollen lips of her openly spread little pussy-hole.
"Aaaaaahhhhh ... eeeehhh...." she gasped as much from surprise as anything else. And then she was conscious only of an overwhelming feeling of pleasure and contentment. She spread her thighs wider still, allowing his taut, muscled hips to fuck up between them, letting him slide his pumping penis more easily up into her eagerly receiving young cunt.
"Aaaahhhh ... mmmmmnnnn...." she sighed, this time in complete acceptance of his heavily throbbing hardness. She lay back luxuriantly, her whole being filled with desire and happiness, giving her body over wholeheartedly to the whims of her magnificent lover.
Clayton continued to fuck his painfully tingling cock up between her outstretched legs, feeling her hotly sucking inner cunt muscles closing in warmly around his hardness, sucking it eagerly into her hungrily waiting little belly. Seconds later, he hit bottom-he had sunk his lust-laden shaft to the hilt in her greedily grasping fourteen year old cunt, and he was sure he could feel the bottom of her belly-deep up inside with the very tip of his penis. He held it there for a long, satisfying moment, savoring the fullness of what was happening. At long last, he was actually fucking the gorgeous teenage redhead, the sexy woman-child who had been provoking him to near insanity these past few days. Suddenly it seemed completely natural for him, Clayton Bond, to be screwing this sexy young fourteen year old cunt in the back seat of his car.
"Oooohhh, Mr. Bond, your cock feels lovely inside my pussy! I had no idea it would feel this good!"
Her praise warmed him as he began to withdraw, pulling out slowly, feeling her inner vaginal membrane clinging wetly and tenaciously to his rock-hard length through the paper-thin rubber as if her ever-hungry pussy was trying to devour him up inside. When just the bulbous head of his shaft was still enclosed by the greedily nibbling edges of her cuntal orifice, he drove it forward again, this time sinking it without hesitation right up into the depths of her quivering, impassioned body.
"Oh, darling! Oh, lover! It feels fantastic ... Oh, I just love the way you fuck my hot pussy...."
Clayton was wildly aroused. All his inhibitions and fears had dropped away, and he felt himself completely obsessed with his fucking of the exquisite young student. He no longer cared about why or how a girl of less than half his age was able to arouse him so completely when he had been left cold and unmoved by his wife and also by the many adult women in town who had pursued him after his separation. The only thing that was important now was that they had finally managed to find each other and that he had been able to accept the situation for what it was. Or, to put it more clearly, to accept what he was ... a lecherous older man lewdly and irrevocably attracted to a girl who could even be his daughter!
But the passionately aroused teacher didn't trouble himself anymore with those ponderings; he gave himself over completely to what was happening, and threw himself wholeheartedly into the illicit fucking of the nakedly impaled young vixen. He wouldn't have cared if the whole town of Newton had filed past the parked car and peered in. He wouldn't have cared at all!
Alice's arms had snaked up and were clasped tightly around his neck as she thrust her pelvis upward to receive his deep, hard instroke and then pulled it back again, grinding her soft-satiny buttocks down into the softness of the car seat as he slid his driving cock out, prolonging till the last possible second his withdrawal. His hard strong chest was flat against her heaving breasts, the spearheads of her turgid nipples digging into his flesh as their two nakedly stripped bodies rippled and twisted together in obscene gyrations of lust.
Now Clayton was blissfully undisturbed by any doubts or worries. He was immersed completely in their fucking, and his nostrils flared wide as he inhaled the almost acrid scent of sex, which filled the car. He also liked the wet, slapping sound as he thrust his wetly glistening cock up into the excitedly secreting passage of the redhead's pussy. It was clamped warmly and wetly around his shaft as he lunged up into the dark depths of her helplessly aroused little belly, moaning and gasping incessantly as he pistoned in and out.
"You're so wonderful, my little love!" he panted. "It's pretty obvious that ... you don't ... need any teaching!"
Their flushed, perspiring bodies moved together as one, with not a hair's-breadth between them. The redheaded teenager felt as if she were floating on wings of pleasure as darts of exquisite sensations shot through her each time the older man sent his hard, lustfully throbbing cock shooting up into the depths of her cunt. Her entire body was tinglingly alive, every pore exuding her sensual pleasure. She had never thought that she would ever experience physical love like this, so complete, so overpowering as to render her almost insensate. So total and arousing that she didn't think she'd ever be normal again.
And thanks to the beguiling teenager, Clayton was discovering a part of life which he thought had passed him by for sure. Now he knew he could never live without this kind of excitement again, that his job alone and the satisfactions it afforded would never be enough for him. He was awakened from a long sleep of indifference, and he knew he'd never fall into it again, and neither did he want to!
He thought his student looked breathtakingly beautiful as she lay there writhing and squirming under his deeply-fucking loins, her face flushed, her full lips moistly parted, her blue eyes hazed with desire. My God, she was incredible-just like a vision. But better ... it was reality and she was right there pulsing against his naked flesh.
The hot rushes of pleasure which were gathering deep inside him warned the man that he couldn't hold out much longer. The strained tension in his churning balls was almost too much for him to bear, and his cock felt as if it had swelled to three times its normal size inside the warmly clasping little tunnel of her cunt.
Alice, too, was feeling the pressure of pent-up passion as her body shook and quivered, slapping wetly against his rhythmically thrusting pelvis. Deep swirls of thrilling sensations were surging inside her helplessly churning belly, making her shiver and feel hot and cold at the same time. Her head was whirling, a sure sign that she was beginning to lose control, and her fingers tightened like claws into his well-muscled back as she strained and twisted almost inhumanly beneath him.
Then moments later....
"Oh, dear God! My pussy's going to cum! Aaaahhhh ... Keep fucking it like that, lover!! It's-It's ... Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!! C-Cuummmiiinnnggg!!!"
In rapt fascination through the mist of his own approaching release, the older man stared down at the spasming young girl, watching as her face became transformed, tightening inscrutably under the weight of her orgasm. She was battering her upraised crotch relentlessly against his pistoning penis, her legs tight and unresisting around his hips. She held him in a weird sexual strangle-hold as if she were trying to drain him of all the pleasure he had to give. Her inner vaginal canal was tugging furiously on his throbbing cock, and he felt as if it was going to be yanked away by the roots. He head was thrown back, and she was moaning uncontrollably as she bucked and jerked her way to complete fulfillment.
Suddenly, the man felt the hot downpour of her speedily released climactic juices. They bathed the palpitating pressure pot that was his penis, warming and soothing it like a velvet glove, urging him on to enjoy the same unloosening pleasure. There was a deep rumbling in his seething balls as if a cannonball had been discharged, and then a volcanic eruption along the length of his spasming cock signaled his oncoming orgasm. A noise like an express train thundered through his head, and suddenly, he lost all realization of what he was doing or even where he was as he fucked ruthlessly between the young redhead's outstretched legs, sending his white sticky semen shooting up into the far reaches of her own still wildly cumming young cunt-hole and then bouncing back against his heavily spurting cock in the tight confines of the protective rubber sheath surrounding it.
"My cock's cumming, too, baby! Oh, my God, It's cumming!" Clayton moaned in a rasping, panting voice as he jerked his pelvis brutally against the wet steamy valley of her vagina, sending jet after jet of his roiling semen up into her openly accepting pussy.
The steamy windows of the car seemed to close in on the man as he twisted and flailed wantonly on the back seat, still fused together unmovable with the tingling body of his red-haired student. Pleasure had overcome him to such an extent that he was no longer really aware of it. He was lost in a swamp of softness and femaleness, immersed in the warm sensuality of the beautiful redhead he had just fucked. He no longer even felt a sense of his own identity; he was nothing but a body, a pleasure-giving form, guided by the blind need to dominate and possess and also to give and receive as much sensual satisfaction as he could.
At last his rapidly deflating penis began to slip wetly from Alice's helplessly flooded pussy, and the panting teacher collapsed weakly on top of her voluptuous body, feeling her arms tightening enfolding him to her bosom, cradling and comforting him like a wonderful, erotically tamed tigress.
Later, she slipped the smooth-skinned rubber from his deflated cock and smiling wickedly at him, tied the end of it together to trap the wetness of his semen inside. Then she dropped it in her open purse.
"I just want to save this, Mr. Bond," she whispered throatily. "Then when I'm alone at night in bed, I can taste it any time I want to with my tongue."
Clayton felt his cum-drained cock jerk almost alive at the wild thought and felt like fucking her again without one, but his better sense prevailed. There would always be time now ... Lots of time to fuck this hot-cunted little girl any time he wanted to....
CHAPTER FIVE
Over two weeks had passed since that licentious fornication in the back seat of the car, but Clayton Bond was strangely restless. In fact, he was in a strange mood altogether because nothing seemed to satisfy him. It wasn't that he was worrying about his affair with young Alice being found out; he had almost reconciled himself to eventual discovery by the busy-bodies in the town. And it wasn't as if he didn't find his relationship with his young student exhilarating, because he did. The very fact that he had to use all his wiles and stealth to keep on meeting the girl added to the illicit pleasure, and each of the clandestine rendezvous were all the more titillating because of the fear of being watched. No, it wasn't that. He was still thrilled with the fourteen year old's tautly voluptuous young body and the natural, animal-like way she fucked. So he wasn't getting tired of her. But something was definitely bothering him.
Ruthlessly, he had to submit himself to vigorous self-examination. He knew that he had shaken off his doubts and fears about entering into a liaison with a girl so much younger than he. He had reconciled himself to the fact that he could be, and was, attracted to a girl of that age, when he himself was actually old enough to be her father! Yes, he had come to terms with that and the strange realization that a mere teenager had the power to turn him on sexually where his wife and other more experienced women had failed. And it wasn't that he had found his wife repulsive, because he had been deeply in love with her when they married. He had been sure of lasting happiness in her arms and would never have dreamed that sexually they were totally incompatible.
Nor would he have believed that he could have found contentment and satisfaction in the slim fourteen year old's luscious young body. Who'd have thought that her special mixture of childish exuberance and womanly power would be the key that would unlock his heart and free him from the dullness of his almost nonexistent sex life. He'd never have thought it himself, and yet through a series of fateful events he had been brought face to face with his destiny and forced to look at and accept it for what it was.
Desperately, the troubled teacher looked around for some excuse on which to latch his feelings of unease and vague dissatisfaction. To his trepidation he could find none-none but the real one, that is. For days he had tried to fight the realization that was slowly dawning on him, and then he found that it was too late. It couldn't be denied, no matter how much he wished it to be otherwise.
For the stark, unappetizing truth was that young Alice wasn't enough for him! The passionate teenager was not able to satiate his longing for a youthful vibrant body!
Now that he admitted the grisly truth to himself, he felt much better. After all, it wasn't so very bad, really, was it, to want to experiment? It was only natural-most people did it as a matter of course. It was foolhardy to expect that now he had discovered his penchant for young girls, he could be satisfied with his very first choice. Oh, Alice was wonderful without a doubt, but he longed for the novel sensation of once more discovering the delights of an adolescent body. discovering the delights of an adolescent body.
He couldn't help feeling guilty about harboring such disloyal thoughts, especially when he recalled how openly his young mistress adored him, and how often she talked about marriage when she reached twenty-one, and how she didn't want any other boyfriend. Childish chatter, he knew, but the girl had an intense streak in her which made him think that she was single-minded enough to carry out what she said.
But as much sympathy as he felt for the ardent teenager, he had to consider himself too. And it was highly difficult not to let his thoughts wander when he stood at the head of his class of mixed boys and girls. Nineteen pretty young girls, aged fourteen and fifteen ... how could he be expected to stick to just one, pretty and lovable as she was? It just wasn't human to expect it of him, and this was one case where he felt the restraint of his young lover's age and wished that she could somehow have the mature understanding of someone older.
He knew that it was too much to expect of her. And the one time he had tentatively hinted about getting involved with other people, she had gotten first terribly angry, and later very hurt and wounded. No, it was no use expecting her to be understanding.
But his own feelings and desires couldn't be denied. He felt he had to give rein to them, or else he would go crazy. After all, he was a passionate, full-bodied man, thanks, of course, to Alice, at his sexual peak, a time when he should enjoy himself to the full. He just couldn't restrict himself to one young woman!
For days now, he had pondered over it, knowing in his heart that he wasn't going to deny himself. In fact, he had someone in mind already. The trouble was-well, Alice was the trouble again, for not only would he have to cheat on her, but the girl he desired to fuck the hot little tits off of more than anything was her best friend, Ellen Miller!
He really tried to turn his thoughts elsewhere, because he wanted to consider Alice's feelings, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the petite, blonde-haired teenager out of his mind. Ellen was the complete antithesis of Alice, who was bold and adventurous. But Clayton knew that he was rapidly becoming obsessed with the blonde girl and couldn't look at her without mentally stripping off her crisp little blouses and short skirts and devouring her golden young body. Oh, Christ, he'd go crazy if he didn't fuck her hot little pussy too-it was as simple as that. No matter what the results were, he'd have to get up beneath those thin little panties of hers, "But what does he want you for?"' Alice questioned belligerently, refusing to believe her friend's repeated insistence that she didn't know.
"But he must have given you some idea of why he wants you to stay after school today?"
Ellen shook her head, just as surprised as Alice was at this unexpected request of Mr. Bond's. She couldn't imagine what it was all about, but on the other hand she couldn't understand what Alice was getting so keyed up about.
"Maybe he just wants to chew me out about homework or something," she suggested, wishing that they'd talk about something else. But Alice was acting so strange lately anyway. She never seemed to talk or think about anything else but Mr. Bond, and was forever making stupid hints about how special he was and about how there were things going on that she, Ellen, didn't know about.
She wished that her friend would pull out of it and get back to her normal self. Sure, she used to enjoy speculating about the darkly good-looking teacher with Alice, especially when they didn't do it all the time. But now her friend wasn't interested in what she had to say and brushed aside all Ellen's own fantasies about him in a condescending way that made her real mad.
"But he must want you for something special," Alice insisted darkly. "Are you sure you're not holding out on me?"
"For crying out loud, Alice," said the usually imperturbable blonde girl, "stop yakking about it. It's probably nothing, and besides, I'll tell you about it tomorrow!"
Alice had to be content with that. But she was deeply troubled. Nothing she could put a finger on, but she just had a hunch that something was afoot, and her hunches had a way of being right. If things were going perfectly between herself and Clayton, she wouldn't have worried. But lately it seemed to the astute girl as if she couldn't do anything right. He was impatient and snappish, and no matter how many times they made love, or what way they did it, he never seemed to be satisfied. That worried her, not because she felt she couldn't keep up, but because she felt it was a symptom of something worse.
Her one big fear was that Mr. Bond would get tired of her. If that happened she didn't know what she'd do. She'd just die without him.
She wasn't interested in other boys, or men, for that matter, and felt that she never would be. The morbid side of her nature was showing itself more often these days, making her dilatory in her studies, and that wasn't going to endear her to the teacher much. Because no matter how lost in lust they had been the evening before, the next day she'd better have her homework done-or else.
She wished with all her heart that things were going as well as they had the first week. When she tried to talk about it, the teacher just shut up like a clam, except for that time when he started to hint about how maybe they'd better start seeing other people. But she didn't want to hear anything about that and had made her feelings on that score quite plain. So things were strained between them, and worse still, she wasn't going to be able to see him tonight, on account of having to catch up with homework. But it gave her a chance to get a few assignments done. And tomorrow she'd find out all about why Clayton had asked Ellen to stay back after school! There was probably nothing in it all ... in fact, there'd better not be!
* * *
Clayton Bond's heart was churning in his ribcage as he sat pouring over some books, realizing full well that the rest of the class had filed out and that Ellen Miller was standing there waiting. Moments later, he heard the door of Mr. McCleary-the principal-close and knew that he was leaving for the day. Now, in a few moments, he'd be alone with Ellen in the empty school.
It was crazy to do what he planned-but it was the maneuver of a desperate man. He couldn't stand things as they were any longer. He couldn't rid his thoughts of the image of the pale blonde girl in front of him, no matter how hard he tried. The only thing the youth-hungry man could thing of was to put his rather scanty plan into action. He had a lot to lose if things backfired-but everything to gain as well if they didn't.
At last he looked up and faced the somewhat apprehensive teenager in front of him.
"I suppose you're wondering why I asked you to stay late, Ellen," he said, his voice trembling slightly.
"Well, yes, I am," she mumbled, all sorts of crazy, fearful thoughts going through her head. Jesus! The teacher seemed so strange-excited and yet cool at the same time. For the hundredth time, she racked her brain to think of what she could possibly have done that warranted this private session.
"I wanted to talk to you about something important-in private," he went on, hardly able to keep his eyes on her face. His gaze was drawn magnetically down the length of her sensuously curved young body and it was all he could do to keep himself from tearing off her clothes and fucking her on the classroom floor right then and there.
"It's about Alice," he went on carefully, hating the tactics he was about to use, but not able to think of any other.
"You see, she and I have a special relationship. You might have guessed that. After all, you're her best friend. Now, Alice is a wonderful girl, don't get me wrong, but there are some things that she can't do which would please me very much!"
Oh Alice my love, forgive me for talking about you like this but it's the only way I can think of for winning little Ellen. I don't mean to hurt you, but I can't help it....
Ellen was all at sea. She didn't really know what he was talking about. Did he mean things like clean his house or shop for his groceries or sew buttons on his shirt, stuff like that? But surely Alice could do that. Besides, she never said anything about any special relationship!
"But what do you want me for?" she blurted, not knowing what else to say.
"I thought maybe you could do some of the things for me that Alice can't!" He was looking at her very strangely now, his eyes kind of glittering, and she couldn't help feeling a pang of nervousness.
"B-but what kind of things? I mean, Alice didn't tell me anything!"
A thrill of pleasure rippled through the older man. It was actually exciting to realize that the beautiful little darling was completely innocent. She just hadn't a clue about what was happening, and he would bet his bottom dollar that she had never even been fucked by a boy her own age.
"Come on now Ellen, you're a big girl. You know the kind of things boys and girls-and men, do together!"
Ellen blushed beet-red and didn't know where to look. Oh God, she must be dreaming. Surely he hadn't meant what he said or what she thought he said?
"Do ... do you mean that you ... you and Alice...?" she couldn't gasp out what she was trying to say. She hated herself for appearing so childish and tongue-tied, but she didn't want to say the wrong thing either. What if she was imagining things?
"That Alice has been letting me fuck her? Yes, that's exactly what I do mean! Don't tell me that she didn't let you in on the secret?"
The blonde haired girl was not only dumbfounded, but she felt as if the room were suddenly spinning in circles around her.
She stood there silently for a few moments, trying to digest the astounding news she had just heard. No wonder Alice had been acting so weird! She had actually been getting fucked by the handsome teacher all this time, and without telling anyone. But why does he want me here now?
In spite of his earlier trepidation, a pulse of excitement now throbbed inside of Clayton Bond, and without realizing it he felt the first faint stirrings of his inert penis.
"I see you're beginning to get the message," the lewdly smiling teacher grinned, as the suddenly excited child glanced at the barely perceptible bulge between the older man's legs.
"But ... but what do you want me for, Mr. Bond?" she blurted, really only for the sake of saying something.
"I-I...."
"Look, you can see I'm getting a hard-on, and that isn't happening for no reason. I think you know why I wanted you to stay here after school, so stop pretending!"
Oh dear Lord, things were moving too fast for her. He was talking about his erection as if he meant ... well, meant that she should do something about it. But surely that was too crazy to even think about? But still, Alice actually let herself be fucked by him....
Now she was becoming strangely and wildly excited up between her legs ... and the feeling under her white little panties was totally new to her. She was so much less experienced than her more worldly girlfriend. At first her instinct had been to run, but she stayed there transfixed, ruled by a power she had never felt before.
"Now, honey, there's no need to be worried about anything!" he murmured, trying to control his rapidly increasing excitement.
"You're not afraid, are you?"
Mutely, the girl shook her head.
"Good, 'cause now I'm going to open my pants and show you what I've got hidden away there!"
Ellen stared at him, eyes wide in disbelief. Oh God, this was really something! No wonder he was looking all crazy-like! He wanted to take out his cock!
She drew in her breath sharply when she heard the whirr of his zipper as she pushed years of parental warnings from her mind. She was tired of being a shy, good girl. This was so much more exciting. She reached out to touch the wondrous hard cock, and her teacher jerked back as if electrocuted when he felt the cool enticing touch of her thin young fingers on his speedily growing penis.
"Oooohhh my little baby," he moaned, "just look how nice and hard it is already! Doesn't if feel strong and heavy in your hand!"
Clayton watched as the young innocent began to finger his cock with dazed attention. He felt as if this wasn't really happening to him at all, that he was a by-stander staring at the incredible scene of another beautiful blonde fourteen year old child holding her teacher's lust-hardened shaft. And he might have gone on thinking that if it wasn't for the thrill of illicit sensation creeping along his spine. He felt as if every hair on his body was standing on end, and he was turning hot and cold at the same time all over.
"Oooooohhh baby...." was all he could manage to moan as the girl's slim tapering fingers closed firmly around his hotly throbbing hardness and began to massage it gently with tantalizing pressure. He closed his eyes, blotting out the oh so familiar classroom, obliterating everything but the intense pleasure he was feeling from the wonderful stroking this passionate young innocent girl was instinctively giving his cock.
Ellen was beside herself with excitement. She could hardly believe that she could do what she had never done before. She too had had a crush on Mr. Bond for so long, that this was just unbelievable. And she was stunned at how much she knew by sheer instinct ... she knew how to touch his big man-sized cock, how to excite him more and more. She stared down through her lust-dimmed eyes at the heavy, throbbing rod of flesh she held between her fingers. It looked so overpowering, so masterful....
"Do you like that, Mr. Bond? Do you like the way I slip the skin up and down on your penis?" she said sweetly, astounded at the sound of her own voice and the nasty little words coming from her mouth. She ran her fingernails down beneath his pounding hardness, grating them along the veiny underside, and making him moan with unsuppressed pleasure.
"Oh yesss ... Oh Jesus ... yessss...." he gasped through passion-clenched teeth, feeling that if he said anything more he'd explode. He couldn't resist looking down however, and he saw that his wildly pulsating cock looked bigger with Ellen's small fingers wrapped around it than it had ever seemed before. There was a dull ache in his balls, too, which seemed to gnaw right into him; and as if she read his mind, the fast-learning teenager reached down and cradled them lovingly in her delicate palms, massaging them very gently, easing the crushing ache but making him even more excited.
"Look how much bigger you've made my prick," he crooned, pleased to see the girl's excitement increase, He wanted to arouse the girl to the boiling point with his obscene words. "I bet you've never touched a cock before ... or sucked one ... or been fucked by one. I-I bet your hot little pussy has never felt cock in it before, has it? I-I bet you're a virgin, aren't you, my love?"
Oh darn! Why did he have to ask her that? Everyone treated her like a baby, just because she looked younger than her age. Heck, she was the same age as Alice. The hurt teenager blushed when she thought of it, and blushed slightly to think of her friend with her legs open wide beneath the big, handsome man and his big hard on that she now held in her hand fucking hotly up into her tiny little pussy-hole.
"You didn't answer my question, love, but there's no need. Because I know you've never been fucked by anyone. But don't worry about it-there's plenty of time for that."
Now Ellen was experiencing it for herself, she had a clearer picture of what had been going on with Alice, and she couldn't blame her friend for acting so strange during the past couple of weeks, and also for the crazy way she behaved when she found out that the teacher had asked her, Ellen, to stay behind. She must have known something like this was going to happen! No wonder she acted so pissed! But what was she going to tell Alice tomorrow? She'd have to think of some story that would make her happy. Because it was a sure thing that her friend would absolutely flip-out if she ever learned about her skinning Mr. Bond's big hard cock up and down like this.
"You look so deep in thought, honey, and worried! Is it something about Alice?"
Ellen's quick flush betrayed what she had been thinking.
"Well don't you worry about her. We'll think of something to tell her, because we both know how jealous she is, don't we? Now you just forget about her, and concentrate on enjoying what we're doing. You are enjoying it, aren't you?"
"Oh, yes, it's ... it's wild!" she breathed, all thoughts of everything f lying out of her head. Then she increased the gentle pressure on his warm pulsing cock and continued to gently squeeze his sperm-laden balls.
Her teacher's whole body was now drenched with sweat and was trembling like an aspen leaf in an autumn gale.
"But I bet you've been out with lots of boys! A lovely girl like you must get lots of dates!"
Ellen was flattered. She didn't get all that many dates because she was a little shy. But she did get a few, and with some really cute boys too. And Mr. Bond thought she was lovely!
"I bet they always try to feel your tits, too, don't they?"
Ellen couldn't help blushing as she nodded shyly.
"Do you like that, baby? To have them touch your boobs?"
Again she nodded, feeling flushed with heat.
"I'll feel them if you like," the teacher r murmured, reaching over and pressing his hand eagerly against the swell circle of her high, taut breast, feeling that her nipple was already hard and erect, jutting against his palm. He cupped them both through her thin blouse with his two hands, squeezing them gently, drubbing her turgid nipples through his fingers, listening with something akin to awe as the innocent child began to make little mewling sounds and pressed her tits harder against his caressing palms.
"Mmmmmm yes, I can see you've done that before," he mused teasingly, aware that she had not stopped her own erotic stroking of his vibrantly throbbing penis.
The cock-head looked hard and rubbery, and Ellen could see a small drop of jism shining in the glans opening at the tip. He continued fondling her already well developed breasts, wishing that he could reach back and unhook her little bra, and feel them bare and naked with his own hands.
"I'm getting all excited now, my love, can you see that?" the teacher whispered hoarsely. "Soon I'll be ready to cum!"
Once more, the pale, impassioned teenager nodded mutely.
"You'll like that! You'll like it when it starts spurting semen out into your hand, and I want you to watch it shaking and quivering as it cums! It won't be long now...."
Oh God, he was going out of his mind. The lewd filthy things he was saying to her, and the way it seemed to excite him more than ever. God, he was fit to burst, every part of his body tingling with pleasure, straining to explode in the volcano of his cock.
"And then....
"Aaaahhh! Aaaahhh! Aaaaaaahhhhhh! It's cumming!" he gasped, his back straightening suddenly. His face distorted with passion and then he began to jerk forward, his wildly spasming cock jumping erratically in the little blonde's hand as he began to spew his white, foamy sperm in between her fingers. He closed his eyes as he felt himself carried away, oblivious to everything but the whirlwind of exciting sensations which were whipping his body into a frenzy, making him feel as if he were standing on shifting sand and that at any moment he might lose his balance and topple over into the abyss of infinite pleasure.
Ellen too felt as if she had suddenly come alive in a way she had never known before in that moment when the man had begun to climax. She was thrilled by the sight of his tall, muscular body jerking and shaking with orgasmic fever, and she loved the way his strong, rock-hard penis quivered and jerked so frantically in her hand as his hot slippery cum spilled out into her rapidly milking fingers and palm.
Yes, thought Clayton Bond, he had been right about this girl. She was ready and ripe, a fruit waiting to be plucked, young and innocent but completely feminine. He'd enjoy instructing this young student in all kinds of ways of love-she'd prove an apt pupil he was sure. He didn't spare a thought at all for Alice who was, at that moment, slaving away over an already late homework assignment. He was really a man of the moment, engrossed in what was happening right here and now.
At the moment nothing or nobody filled his thoughts as did sweet Ellen Miller. For days he had furtively watched her unable to draw his attention away from her, and direct it to any of the other girls. No, he had to screw this charming, fair-haired little girl silly, come what may. And now he had taken the first step and things had gone so well.
The girl had seemed a bit unsure at first, but as soon as he saw the way she grabbed hold of his virilely hardened cock, he knew he would have her as he wanted her. He saw her watching him now through narrowed eyes as his wet limp penis lay quiet and inert, beating softly in her cum-covered little hand.
"Well, sweet thing, how did you like that? Did it get you excited?"
She nodded languorously, eyeing him a bit warily again.
"Then would you like to come over to my place? And maybe we can have a little fun over there, where we can be quiet and alone? Would you like that?"
Needless to say, the teacher knew he didn't have to wait for an answer.
CHAPTER SIX
Ellen Miller felt strangely bold as a result of this new adventure, as she felt the child in her ebb away and a bold and daring woman begin to emerge.
"Pour me a little of that scotch, too, Mr. Bond," she asked feeling wicked and delicious.
Clayton Bond felt an ironic twinge of conscience, and then had to laugh at himself ... he couldn't really deny her the alcohol ... though it did cross his mind that he shouldn't because she was a minor. My God, this child was oh so willing to be corrupted.
She took a sip of the bitter drink, and twisted up her face at the bad taste. But then she felt a warm rush that seemed to loosen her whole body. She felt she could say or do anything.
"You stay here," she told him in a soft seductive voice, "I'm going to make myself more comfortable." And with that the young nymphette slipped into his bedroom, leaving the teacher stunned and delighted. "I'll call you when I'm ready," she told him from the door.
Ellen had never felt so free and wonderful in her life. She slowly began to undress in front of the mirror in her teacher's bedroom. The masculine furnishings, the dark wood dresser and the shirt and tie draped over a desk chair from the day before, heightened her feeling of femininity. Often she watched herself undress in front of the mirror at home. She would look at her well-formed firm breasts and run her hands over them to imagine what they would feel like to her first lover. And now it was about to happen. She felt so confident admiring her tight yet shapely body in the mirror. She placed her own hand gently on her clitoris and felt the intense tingling between her legs.
The teacher hesitated on the threshold, looking into the semi-darkened room. Then his mouth fell open in surprise and his eyes nearly jumped right out of his head. Oh Jesus! She was stark naked!
She was stretched out voluptuously on the bed, with absolutely nothing on. Her beautiful yellow hair flowed around her graceful shoulders, and he could see the light shadowy patch of her pussy, a soft blonde triangle of juvenile fuzz against the creamy lightness of her firm-fleshed young thighs. He could see as well the surprisingly full sensuous mounds of her breasts on her otherwise almost boyish body, their nipples already hard and erect. In the dim light he was able to make out the white even row of her small teeth as she smiled a welcome to him, a smile so full of child-like passion, innocent, yet fierce, that he almost wanted to flee its power.
She lifted her arm and motioned him invitingly toward her and he found his legs carrying him zombie-like toward the bed.
"Turn on the lamp so you can see me naked better," she commanded. He flicked on a bedside switch and bathed the room in a warm, rosy glow. It was a soft flattering light which made her look flushed with desire. The glow of the light accentuated the rosy hues of her skin and rounded the contours of her slim body.
Clayton just couldn't take his eyes off her. She looked to him like a beauty incarnate, lying there stretched out luxuriously on the bed, her firm young legs spread slightly apart. God, he could see her innocent cunt, the way she was lying! Just a glimmer of moist, pink flesh beneath the unconcealing young pussy fuzz just beginning to sprout out around the thin, vertical little slit up between her thighs.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked, moving her sweet, tapering legs another inch or two apart, revealing the curl framed furrow of her wetly quivering pussy.
"Oh my God, yes, yes ... I do," he breathed moving closer to the bed. She was more incredible than his wildest fantasies about the young student. How had she learned so much so fast ... what deep instincts had she tapped to know without any experience what it was to be a woman.
"Will you take your clothes off too?" she asked pleadingly.
The wildly excited man needed no second bidding. His eyes still riveted on the sensually arousing form in front of him, he began to roughly tear off his clothes. Within seconds he was standing there completely naked as well, his manly penis already fully erected and pulsating with lewd excitement.
She held out her arms to him longingly ... and his passion for her almost uncontrolled.
"Mmmmmm, what a nice firm body you've got, my darling! It's even nicer without your clothes ... look what it's doing to my big cock," he said.
She blushed with pleasure at his lewd praise, which spurred the teacher on more. He threw his arms around her neck and bruised his lips against hers in an eager, hungry kiss.
Ripples of pleasure shooting through her trembling body, the aroused blonde nymphette felt the teacher's tongue slipping between her lips. At once she began to dart her own tongue around his, tripping and sliding in a frenzy of desire. Her arms embraced him around and she pressed her warm body to his, wishing that he would envelop her completely, smother her with the well of love and passion she felt springing up between them.
His hands found her full straining breasts again and dug almost painfully into them, kneading the warm alabaster flesh, finding the hard bud of her nipples and squeezing them mercilessly. Suddenly his mouth dropped down to enclose one rubbery peak, and she couldn't suppress a sigh of pleasure at the pinpricks of pain mixed with delight that she felt from his sporadic nibbling of her sensitive nipple.
The aroused woman-child felt his hotly throbbing cock nudging against the softness of her belly, and she reached down, grabbed its hardened length, and squeezed, making him reach with the same sensations as he was giving her. Her other hand ran freely over the hard-etched muscles of his manly body, rejoicing in his massive masculine quality, astonished by the perfection of his manliness.
"Are you glad I came home with you?" she questioned, realizing that she wanted to gauge his reaction to everything she said and did.
The engrossed schoolteacher didn't answer but just squeezed harder on her erotically tingling breasts.
"Why don't you reach down and tickle my pussy the way I'm tickling your cock," she whispered throatily. The teacher could hardly believe the thrilling words coming from this innocent's mouth. Never had he been so wildly excited.
Clayton heard her words but didn't trust his voice to make any reply. Instead, he released one of her full, ripe mounds and dropped his hand slowly into the warm valley created by their lewdly entwined bodies. Ellen drew in her breath sharply when she felt his hand making its way downward, and then gasped audibly when his fingers came into contact with the damp curly tendrils of her pussy hair.
The man could hardly breathe as he began to explore the warm moist flesh of her vagina. First the curling wisps of pubic hair which tangled with his fingers, and then the warm fleshy outer lips which were like wet velvet to his touch. Slowly, torturously, he insinuated his fingers into the softly yielding folds and recesses of her moistly quivering pussy, feeling her entire cuntal area flower open to give him access to its mysterious, and still untouched treasures.
"Oooohhhhh ... I like that...." the writhing girl moaned, throwing her legs far apart, and revealing for the first time to his gaze the full pink split of her nakedly exposed cunt.
The passion enflamed man couldn't resist the impulse to move down the bed a little so that he could get a better look at the breathtaking sight which was enfolded before him. Without taking his eyes from the enticing spot, he crept down until his dark wavy head was level with her white thighs and he could see everything ... he could see the petal-shaped opening of her virginal pussy, pink and contracting slightly, and just above it he could see the reddish tip of her clitoris which he knew would be excited if he touched it. Her hair-fringed outer lips were blood-swollen already, and beneath them, he saw the fluted shell-like edges of her soft inner cunt lips.
It was fabulous, just fantastic. Best of all, he caught a faint trace of her sweet young pussy-fragrance and that made him more intoxicated still!
"God ... my God ... you're beautiful," he panted. "Can I kiss it ... can I kiss your lovely little cunt ... oh please!"
"You mean lick it and eat it, like?"
"Your young boyfriends never did that for you, did they?"
"Oh, no! I-I've never done anything before really."
"Well, my little darling, you just lie back and I'll start kissing and licking your pussy. You'll like that and then ... maybe in a little while, there'll be a surprise for you!"
"A ... a surprise?"
"Yes. I won't tell you what it is ... you'll see soon enough my sweet ... you'll be so excited and happy when I start kissing and sucking your beautiful little naked cunt!"
Aflame with excitement the trembling teacher settled himself between the girl's obscenely splayed thighs, his face only inches away from the warm steaming furrow of her hotly throbbing little vagina. He placed a hand on each of her firm, supple thighs, and stared down once more at her excitedly trembling pussy slit.
Then slowly, cautiously, he reached out with his long wet tongue and flicked lightly at the desire-swollen flesh in front of him.
Ellen pulled back slightly, titillated by the thrilling contact of his wetly heated tongue on her most sensitive flesh. But then she flexed her hips forward again, because she wanted to feel more and more of his hot tongue licking up between her legs. Sighing blissfully, she gave herself completely over to her mature lover.
"Oooooooo, wow...." she said, "I-I've never felt anything so wonderful in my life! ... yes ... yes ... run your tongue over my cunny that way!" the young girl urged, her body twitching ecstatically from the dart-like licks of pleasure shooting all over her.
With increasing excitement the crouching man between her legs slithered his tongue over her moistly churning vaginal split, probing into the honeyed secret recesses, exploring the fleshy pulsating folds that had never been touched before. Her pussy tasted so sweet and luscious, and his head was dizzy from the intoxicating odor of her warmly perfumed little pussy. It seemed incredible that he, Clayton Bond, was actually in his own bed with his beautiful young student, settled between her widespread young legs and that he was actually kissing and tasting her warm, juicy fourteen year old cunt! Jesus, just think! Less than an hour ago, he had been waiting at the end of school terrified with anticipation ... afraid of her unknown reaction. And then the exquisite surprise at the way she instinctively and knowingly handled his cock, jacking him off until it had finally spit it's cum wetly out into her hand! And then, when he had invited her back to his house, the way she had become emboldened and lay naked before him and ready to have her cunt licked on his own bed.
And the excited young girl gave no thought at the moment to how enraged her best friend Alice would be; she just wanted to be able to share this unbelievable experience with someone.
Clayton warmed even more to his lewd task, growing ever more daring, sending his sensuously curled tongue into the beginning of the tight little opening up between her wide spread thighs, searching scurrilously among the damp, tangled little pubic hairs which grazed against his nose and cheeks ... and being rewarded for his labors with moan after moan of obvious delight.
Suddenly he found the hard, blood pumping bud of her erect little pussy nipple and, without hesitation, he nipped at it gently with his teeth, holding it firmly while he titillated it with his tongue.
"Oh wow! Oh wow! You're driving me crazy!" the ardent teenager moaned helplessly as she thrashed around on the bed, shivers of lascivious pleasure chilling her shamelessly aroused body. Her fingers were curled into little claws, digging futilely at the sheet, while her beautiful, passion-distorted face was turning from side to side, lost in a sea of wanton abandon. Rhythmically she ground her desire ridden pussy against the man's flushed, half-hidden face, trying desperately to satiate the ravenous hunger burning deep in her loins.
Clayton was thrilled by the wild response he had evoked in the young girl and continued to tantalize the blood-engorged knob of her clitoris. His nose and mouth were -rimmed by the wet, rhythmically clamping lips of her cunt, and her sleek naked thighs were like a satin vise pressing against both sides of his face and ears. He was completely immersed in the taste and feel and smell of her delectable pussy, and his tongue worked ceaselessly and almost independently of him as he finally released her clitoris and began to lick wildly over her entire vaginal furrow.
Magically, his searching tongue gravitated toward the slightly contracting hole of her virgin cunt, swirling teasingly around it, delicately touching it and then drawing back almost fearfully.
The man longed to plunge his tongue right up into the dark moist orifice but he held back, not knowing for sure what he should do. She was a virgin ... he didn't want to cause her pain. But the aroused teenager was so excited already-but maybe he should just keep on with what he was doing, and just keep on sucking and licking her pussy the same way.
"Ooooh, I love the way you eat my cunny," she gasped just then, her words barely coherent, "I just love it when you kiss and suck my pussy!"
Her laudatory words were encouragement enough, and regaining his breath for a few seconds he stopped his frantic licking. Then, hesitantly, he placed a thumb and forefinger on each fleshy, swollen outer lip and drew them firmly apart, revealing the unprotected circle of her tiny little cunt mouth, fringed by her tiny fluted inner edges. Then without warning, he stiffened his tongue and rammed it right to the hilt up into her wetly clasping vaginal tunnel.
"Aaaaagggghhhhhh!! Oh ... it tickles so good ... she cried. And then that moment of pleasure dissolved into even larger more r t overwhelming waves of pleasure ... and thrills so deep and intense she could hardly believe it. Then her whole naked body jiggled and danced obscenely as she adjusted herself to the wet, slippery tongue which was plunged far up between her legs.
A ripple of prurient excitement coursed through her and she realized honestly that she enjoyed the sudden forcefulness of her darkly handsome history teacher. She wanted nothing more than to subjugate herself completely to the dominating power of his pleasure-giving tongue.
Clayton continued to thrust his stiffened tongue up into her greedily grasping cuntal passage, enjoying the way her tight inner walls clamped warmly down on it, almost trying to drag it by force up onto the hotly churning depths. Now he felt completely a prisoner of her thighs, buried in the swamp of her wildly demanding body, surrounded by the aura of intense eroticism. He drove his tireless tongue relentlessly up into her insatiable pussy, pistoning it up rhythmically, deep stroke after deep stroke, as he orally fucked her the very best he could.
"My God ... it's incredible!" the inflamed teenager panted, "You really know how to eat a girl's cunt, Mr. Bond! I'm going crazy from it ... I've never felt anything like this before ... I'll just die from pleasure!"
Her obscene encouragement floated around the cunt-dazed man, echoing weirdly amid the sibilant sucking sounds in the room, goading him on in his salacious task, imbuing him with self confidence, making him forget completely that he was tongue-fucking the nakedly spread little pussy of a girl young enough to be his daughter, and who was his student as well!
He felt her excitement mounting, as she writhed and twisted her young loins around beneath his face in ever more wild motions. Her incredible excitement urged her to reciprocate in kind, and the thought of the man's highly aroused body spurred her on as she was perilously close to climax ... something she had never experienced before.
The next thing the man knew was that her fingers were circled around his rigidly throbbing cock, teasing and stroking it into even greater hardness. Thrills shot through him, skittering along his spine, making him shiver and sigh into the fragrant morass of her vagina.
"Oh, don't stop now," she cried wildly, "Don't stop tonguing my pussy or I'll die!" Her voice sounded nearer and then he felt the soft brush of her hair against his thigh. My God, she had turned right around so that now she was lying with her head toward the foot of the bed lying in an opposite direction from him-and he had hardly noticed.
"Ooooh, I want to suck your big hard cock while you lick my pussy, Mr. Bond!!!" she cried deliriously.
The man's head was spinning and he couldn't think at all anymore. He was nearly crazed with excitement as the woman-child responded with experience beyond her years.
"I'm going to suck your cock while you lick my pussy! Will you like that ... will you?"
He almost sputtered up into her wetly throbbing vagina from the effect of those lewd words coming from such an innocent mouth. God, it was crazy, an unbelievable wet dream! It just had to be!
"I'm going to suck and lick and kiss your cock, put it right into my mouth and suck it until you cum like this afternoon! But don't stop ... don't stop tonguing and kissing my cunny!"
Her lust-hoarsened voice droned on and on and the man thought he was in another world. Oh God, he couldn't believe it! God, she was fantastic ... most fabulous dream he had ever all rolled into one! Her very touch on his wildly excited penis was driving him out of his mind, and even now he could feel the first tentative touches of tongue on his hard throbbing flesh.
She started to swirl her wetly heated tongue all around the swollen length, encouraging it to grow and expand, while she gently caressed his cum-seething balls.
He wanted to cry out his excitement and passion but at the same time didn't want to cease his ministrations to the young girl's erotically heated pussy. He was past all rational thought now. All he was aware of was overwhelming sensations of bliss, unlike even the best he had experienced before.
Then something inside his head exploded and it began to spin. It was all he could do to keep darting his tongue up into her hot, quivering hole, because at that moment the lascivious girl had sucked his cock right into her soft warm mouth! He could feel her full wet lips closing in tight like an elastic band around the shaft, just below the sensitive head, and now she was beginning to slide them up and down, taking more and more of his palpitating rod of flesh into the liquid heat of her mouth. Her hand still massaged his churning scrotum, making him ache with longing to find release and with a desire to prolong the forbidden pleasure as long as he could.
Oh God, this is heaven, the intoxicated girl thought as she sucked and milked hungrily at his pulsing cock with her avidly working mouth, tasting his manly flesh for the first time. Oh wow, it was all so new and exciting, so completely different from anything she had ever known. It was wonderful sucking his throbbing hot hardness, her initiation into the rites of love-making, controlling and guiding his pleasure while he gave so much to her. If she were to die that instant, she reflected not too unhappily, she wouldn't care at all!
Her mouth worked frenetically over his hotly throbbing shaft, kissing and licking and slavering, driving him into a frenzy of passion which could go no further than equal her own. Her body felt like a drum, taut and stretched on which the tempo of excitement was being tattooed with increasing urgency. The vibrant beating of intense sexual arousal reverberated throughout the length of her trembling frame, and she sensed with the instinct of an untamed female animal, that there was more to come ... something even wilder and more far out ... she knew not what.
And she wanted to take him there too, to bring her lover to the razor's edge of sensation.
Ellen wanted him to feel the cliff-hanging passion that she was experiencing. She wanted them both to hang there together for a moment before hurtling off together into a bottomless chasm of mutual happiness.
Now Clayton was past the point of all control. His body was alive from the tip of his toes to the top of his head, and it was only mechanically that he was still thrusting his eagerly sluicing tongue up into her hungrily grasping young vagina. His whole being was concentrated on the wonderful thing that was happening to his wildly pulsating cock, and he was oblivious to everything else. His aching balls felt as if they were made of lead, but that a fuse had been lit there that would detonate at any moment and explode him into a million fragments. He wanted now to spurt his jism into her voraciously sucking mouth. He wanted his sperm to cascade down her slender throat; he wanted it more than anything else in the world, and he didn't think he could hold back now, not for anything.
But the wildly abandoned teenager beat him to it. All control slipped from her hotly perspiring body as she felt great ripples of hitherto unknown pleasure sweeping up from her loins. My God, what is happening to me! she thought as she lost herself in the swirling maelstrom of the beginning of the first orgasm of her young life. Her head felt light and dizzy and she longed to drift completely away, while at the same time she hungered to taste her teacher's warm, creamy semen in her mouth. She wanted to savor every second of that, while at the same time enjoying to the hilt the myriad of new sensations of pleasure which were tumbling through her right now as she swept irrevocably to a shattering climax!
"Oooooohhh ... aaaggghhhhhhhh...!" she moaned and cried deliriously lost, "Aaaaarrrrgghhhhhh...!"
Clayton felt the steamy wetness of her suddenly released vaginal juices and the fierce battering and twisting of her body told him that she was cumming! Oh God, he had made her cum for the first time in her life! That was an incredible thought and it made him fill up with pride and self-satisfaction. And her warm wet mouth continued to tug and milk on his cock, and he was ready to cum too!
Hoarse sounds of his coming pleasure muffled up into her feverishly twitching pussy as the impassioned man gasped with unsuppressed sensations. His heated penis was jerking and spasming wildly now up between her tightly ovaled young lips, which still clung tenaciously to his suddenly wildly ejaculating cock. An eruption in his balls sent thick pungent sperm shooting along the full length of his crazily jerking shaft and foaming out into the warm welcoming cavern of her mouth. She was drinking down his cum, right from his exploding cock! He longed to see. the beautiful young woman doing that, to watch her face as she wildly gulped down his hotly spewing liquid, but he couldn't, because her tightly clenched young thighs were still locking his face firmly against her hotly quivering pussy.
But he didn't mind. He was excruciatingly alive in every nerve-ending and his head was pulsating with the pressure of his orgasm. Her body felt warm and yielding against the length of his, and he suddenly felt himself melting into her, almost becoming a part of her sweet voluptuousness, as she kept on sucking and wringing every last drop from his deflating, emptying penis.
She had sucked him dry, and now he was slipping into the arms of an euphoric peacefulness which was as welcome now as intense passion had been minutes earlier.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Alice Grady was miserable. Nothing could cheer her up. She dreaded each new day, when only a week before she had hardly been able to sleep at night for the excitement of each dawning day. But everything had changed now. Her history teacher didn't love her any more-she was sure of that. She only saw him once this past long, painful week, and even then, when they had gotten naked and made hurried love, he had been preoccupied and short with her.
Then he said that he thought it better they didn't see each other so much and hope had shriveled inside her. Dark terrible suspicions occurred to her, and she tried to discount them. Desperately, she tried to rationalize things, saying he was busy, that he was right-they shouldn't see quite so much of each other, but nothing could damp the miserable thoughts which kept crowding into her dazed brain. He had found someone else!
The very thought of that being a possibility threw her into the most crazed of rages, and yet all of the evidence pointed that way. Even in her relative inexperience, she could tell that the handsome, dark-haired teacher was attractive to many women. That realization only made things worse, for it was obvious that he was finding satisfaction elsewhere. Once a week just wouldn't be enough for the passionate teacher.
And there was only one person who could have usurped her place as his lover, and seething anger burned slowly inside her as she thought of her erstwhile best friend, Ellen Miller. It just had to be that blonde-haired little bitch! That little slut had avoided her like the plague since that day last week when Mr. Bond had asked her to stay late after school. Something must have started then and was still continuing!
The unhappy teenager saw red each time she thought of that possibility, which was rapidly becoming a probability. Yet she couldn't bring herself to do anything concrete about it, like finding out for sure. She knew that she was reluctant to discover the truth because she couldn't face the fact that the handsome teacher preferred someone else to her. Least of all, that goody-two-shoes little creep, Ellen.
Jealousy gnawed away at her, making her pale and listless, making her even less attractive to the man, particularly compared with the exuberant young Ellen. But by the end of the week Alice was convinced of her worst fears. She was ready to throw all caution to the winds. She would have her revenge. After all....
Bill Moore was so crazy about her he'd do just about anything she asked....
* * *
Clayton Bond didn't waste any of his time thinking or worrying about Alice. Every fiber of his being was concentrated on his new, exquisite young mistress, the sweet-faced blonde youngster who had supplanted his first teenage love in his favor. He couldn't think of anybody now but Ellen. During class he could hardly keep his eyes off her and was hardly aware of the burning anguished look Alice was sending him. Even the brief session when he had fucked the red-haired girl and made her suck his cock during the week didn't make him regain any of his previous violent desire for her. All he could think of was getting away to Ellen.
Even if he thought about it, he could hardly explain his surprising about-face. To him it was simple; he had fallen in love with young Ellen and now Alice didn't exist any more. He was so swept along on the wave of his passion for the young, cherubic teenager that he didn't stop to scrutinize his behavior and to realize that he was acting in a somewhat callous and inconsiderate way. He, who was usually so sensitive to the moods and needs of adolescents, forgot everything his profession had taught him in the drive for his own satiation. Worse still, he lost temporarily that delicate intuitiveness and perception of the feelings of others which made him such a good teacher.
All he cared about right now was Ellen, or more accurately, his desire and passion for and possession of the beautiful young student. Nothing else mattered but the hungry demands of his sensually honed body.
And Ellen Miller?
That fourteen year old was in heaven. She'd have done anything for the manly teacher and was still incredulous about the new world of pleasure that had overtaken her. The impressionable young girl couldn't help walking with a more womanly stride and wondered if anyone could tell she had lost her virginity. She was naturally pleased by her teacher's obvious adoration of her and returned that feeling in kind. By nature she was good-hearted and she did feel sorry for her best friend's unhappiness. She tried to avoid Alice when she could because she was sure to be questioned by her, and she knew herself to be easily led into revealing the truth, no matter what it was. Her face was an open book, she had come to realize, and she was completely unsuccessful at telling even the smallest white lies. She didn't realize however that it was this innocent quality in her which attracted the lecherous schoolteacher to her. But that didn't matter anyway. A real source of grief to the sensitive child was that she had to cheat on her friend; like the generous individual she was, she wished she could share this secret with her best friend.
But that seemed impossible for the moment. That, however, was the only dark cloud on the horizon. The world looked pretty good to her, and already she was acquiring a mastery of the skills of love. Most of her free time between school and the time she had to be home was spent with Mr. Bond, and now the school bell at the end of classes had a special meaning for her.
* * *
"Darling, you really must be more careful," Clayton chided gently as he let Ellen in the back door. "You know as well as I do what this damn town is like. Even the walls have eyes and ears, and if you're not more cautious, someone will see you and then it will be all over for us!"
Completely guileless herself, she was finding it hard to maintain the cover of stealth and deceit which was necessary for them to carry on their illicit affair in the small town. Naturally, she understood the need on a rational level, but her disposition was so open and trusting that she sometimes forgot just how essential it was to be secretive.
"Are you sure nobody saw you slipping around the back way?" the worried teacher reiterated, unable to suppress a tendency to paranoia which began to creep up on him.
"Sure, I'm sure. Honest, nobody saw me!" Ellen said, throwing her books down on the coffee table. "C'mon, Mr. Bond," she said, "let's go right into the bedroom."
She looked at him expectantly, her eyes glowing with excitement, and the aroused teacher immediately forgot all his fears and opened his arms to her.
"Of course, darling," he murmured, folding her close to his erotically pulsing body.
"Let's both get naked right away!"
Sometimes they had a snack first before retiring to the bedroom, and usually Clayton had a drink as well, but today he was perfectly willing to satisfy his other appetite first.
Although only a week had passed since that evening when Clayton had kept her after school, Ellen had lost whatever initial shyness she may have had, and was now busily stripping off her clothes, anxious to start proceedings.
The excited older man felt a thrill of pleasure as he gazed at his beautiful young lover's naked body. He never tired to looking at it, not to mention exploring it. Each time she undressed, it was as if he were seeing her for the first time because she had that fresh, untouched appearance which he realized he loved. Similarly, each time they made love, it was like the first time, except that he didn't have to instruct her any longer. She had even become an expert at putting on and taking off rubbers before he fucked her. But her reactions to him and his pleasure in her were just as strong now as they had been the very first day, and he realized that this was part of the reason why he was so absorbed in the young blonde girl.
"My, you're in a hurry today," she teased gently as she slowly and seductively took off her dress and then hesitated for a moment before reaching back and unhooking her bra. She loved the look of intense excitement on the man's rugged face when he saw her sensuously ripened breasts pop free. Under his burning gaze she could feel her nipples stiffen and become erect, and the flesh around her areolas become prickly with goose bumps.
Then she reached down and inserted her fingers into the waistband of her little white cotton panties and slowly began to ease them down over her gently flaring hips, all the time watching his face as her softly curling pussy hair first came into view. Then, with a deft movement, she threw off her panties and stood before him, completely naked, drinking in the rapt admiration plainly written on his handsome face. Today she even did a slow pirouette, thrusting out her taut round buttocks as she turned around, enjoying her mild form of strip-tease.
She could see that her teacher's penis was already hard and stiff and there was a welling up of heated moistness up between her legs as well.
"I can see you don't want to wait any longer, Mr. Bond," she crooned as she climbed up on the bed beside him, her eyes fastened lewdly on his throbbing erection.
Immediately, the virile teacher pulled her to him and began to cover her face with hot burning kisses. His hands tangled in her luxuriant blonde hair, and then his mouth found hers and he felt her lips soft and pliant beneath his. His tongue darted immediately into the welcoming dance of ecstasy with hers.
"Squeeze my breasts, love," she urged throatily, unable to restrain herself. He reached down and enclosed her two firm warm mounds in his hands, feeling the pulsating hardness of her nipples, squeezing and massaging them until the excited girl began to squirm with pleasure.
Trembling with anticipation, she reached down and grasped his virilely jutting cock between her fingers, thrilling at the feel of its pounding firmness in her hand. Smoothly she began to stroke and caress it, coaxing it into greater length, encouraging it into blood-filled thickness.
"Oh, honey, let's fuck now ... without a nasty old rubber ... I'm dying to feel your prick naked inside me! I've been longing for it all day long!"
She slid over on her back, spreading her shapely thighs and revealing the glistening pink split of her cunt.
"Have you been thinking about it, too?
Were you impatient for school to end too so that you could fuck me? Were you, baby?"
"I sure was, baby," he agreed, moving over on top of her voluptuously spread-eagled body and forgetting the rubber. "I was thinking about you all day long!"
"Were you thinking about my pussy and what it looked and felt like? Were you?"
"Oh God, I can think of nothing else," he said, knowing that it was what she wanted to hear ... knowing in fact it was the absolute truth.
Clayton guided the swollen head of his eagerly pulsing penis toward the moist quivering orifice of her vagina, feeling the sensitive tickling of her pussy hair as it grazed against his throbbing male hardness. He held his cock poised there for a moment, his hands roaming excitedly all over her helplessly shivering body.
Then slowly, surely, he surged forward, parting the fleshy, hair-lined outer lips with the driving head of his cock, sending it gliding up into the smoothly lubricated tunnel of her eagerly receptive cunt.
"Aaaaahhhh ... that's it! Shove it right up into my pussy!" she moaned in utter abandon, splaying her legs crudely and arching her back as her vagina flowered open to receive her older lover's deeply pistoning cock.
He sent his strong shaft plunging easily up between her legs, feeling the now-familiar warm pressure of her inner walls as they closed in tightly around his impaling rod.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm ... Oooooooooohhhhhhh...." she sighed blissfully as he finally hit bottom, his hotly throbbing cock embedded to the hilt in her hungrily quivering young cuntal depths.
Clayton held his pulsating shaft there for a moment, feeling it expand and inflate inside her wet welcoming warmth, rotating it slightly to make her twitch and gasp with increasing excitement. Then he began to withdraw, pulling his desire-stiffened length out slowly, easily, until just the burgeoning head was still -rimmed tightly by her grasping cuntal orifice.
Seconds later, he rammed forward again, this time more strongly, skewering her aggressively with his lust-inflated pole. Almost at once he began an easy rhythmic sawing in and out, fucking her with surprising expertise, concentrating on burying his shaft right to the hilt on the instroke and then pulling it out smoothly without losing cadence. Her legs came up to clasp tightly around his pumping buttocks, and her arms crawled up to embrace the naked man and pull him down hard against her heaving breasts, drawing his mouth nearer to her laxly open lips.
"Oh, God, Darling, you're the most wonderful lover in the world...."
* * *
Anger was a tightly woven knot inside Billy Moore's stomach as he stood there hunched in the alleyway behind Mr. Bond's ground floor apartment. The teacher had fucked his best girlfriend, Alice Grady, and was now fucking the one he had planned to get next for himself. And, man, he was fucking pissed! His eyes were staring at the back door which he could see perfectly from his vantage point-the door through which, minutes before, Ellen Miller had slipped so surreptitiously.
The goddamn fucking son of a bitch! he thought furiously, his hands curling into fists, his whole body shaking with wrath and barely suppressed rage. "I'll kill the stinking motherfucker! the overwrought teenager thought bitterly, as he waited futilely for his chance to reassert his own manhood.
Deep down he believed Alice Grady when she told him how the teacher had seduced both her and her best friend. He thought something funny had been going on for sure. All the signs pointed that way, and he'd tried to ignore them hoping that by doing so he'd prove to be wrong. But now he was faced with proof that Alice hadn't lied-Ellen Miller was involved with Mr. Bond.
But still he had to be absolutely sure. He had to find out for certain, see with his own eyes before he took any steps toward action. He hadn't a clear idea in his mind of what he was going to do-he only knew he had to see things for himself, in order to be sure that there really wasn't any doubt.
Cautiously, he slipped out of the alleyway and moved silently over to his back door. He's getting careless, the boy exulted a shade triumphantly when he found that it was open and that he was able to slip inside without being heard or observed.
For a moment, he stood in the strange kitchen trying to get his bearings. At the thought of what had gone on here with his girlfriend, Billy felt a rush of pain sweep over him. Hell, how could his girl have gotten tired of him and fallen for the fucking old teacher?
His eyes darted immediately toward the hall where the bedroom door was, and woodenly his legs began to carry him there. Maybe Alice lied, he thought again. Maybe they're just going over homework or something ... The nerve of the guy moving in on Ellen, too, before Billy had had a chance to do it himself!
The unhappy boy stood outside the closed bedroom door, his breathing coming in ragged pants, his hand on the doorknob. Sweat broke out on his forehead as he listened in horror to the sighs and moans of pleasure coming from the semi-darkened room. Oh God, I'll kill them both, he promised viciously as he slowly turned the doorknob.
More sibilant gasps of pleasure and then, "Oh, God, darling, you're the most wonderful lover in the world...."
That was Ellen's voice, he thought, his face red with rage. Unable to contain himself any longer, he pushed open the door roughly, not caring if he was seen or not.
His eyes bulging with surprise, he stared wildly across at the bed where the lecherous teacher was tangled in the legs and arms of the beautiful Ellen Miller, his mouth ground firmly against her full ripe lips, his full-grown, male cock buried to the balls up inside her eagerly devouring young pussy-hole.
Billy's mouth hung open in shocked amazement, and his eyes were strained from staring at the obscene jumble of naked flesh in front of him. He wanted to rush over there and pull them apart, to plant a punch right in that son of a bitch's jaw and then ... oh man, the teenager was overwhelmed in a morass of feelings ... and excitement.
Minutes ticked by as young Billy stood there gaping, his eyes fixed in unwanted fascination on the thick, jabbing length of his teacher's cock as it plunged up between the blonde girl's widespread legs. He could see the pink, moist edges of her cuntal orifice as it made smooth rhythmic strokes far up into her fourteen year old little belly.
Despite his revulsion and the shudders of jealousy and rage which were convulsing him, Billy couldn't help watching with a growing excitement as the schoolteacher and the fourteen year old girl fucked wildly before him. Ellen seemed so completely and totally aroused, that he couldn't help wondering if the teacher had had the same effect on his girl, Alice ... He hadn't ever really seen Alice quite that carried away. In fact, Ellen was transformed from the sweet-mannered, innocent kid he knew to a sex-crazed woman, thinking of nothing but taking the throbbing cock to its hilt in her greedily grabbing pussy.
She and the teacher were so wrapped up in their impassioned fucking that they hadn't noticed anything or heard Billy coming in. They were completely oblivious to the fact that they were being watched, and by an infuriated jealous boy! But even if they had realized it, they probably wouldn't have cared because it seemed nothing could stop the mad, frenzied acceleration of their mounting love.
But Billy, as he grew accustomed to the lascivious sight in front of him, was rapidly losing control of himself.
The passion of his anger was ebbing as the intense feeling of sexual excitement was rising in his swelling cock. He felt overwhelmingly drawn into the sexual fervor in the room ... his face flushed with passion and his eyes burned brightly at the sight before his eyes of the older man wildly fucking the beautiful woman-child. And then the anger returned....
"You ... you dirty son of a bitch," he cried suddenly, lunging into the room, his hands held up menacingly in front of him. "I'll teach you to make a fool of me! Fuck my girl! I'll show you who's the real man!"
Her face contorted with horror, Ellen looked up at him, hardly daring to believe her eyes.
"B-Billy! W-what ... What...."
"Surprised, aren't you, you little slut!" he sneered, moving closer to the bed. "Sorry to interrupt your little fuck, but you and I have a score to even, Mr. Bond!"
The teacher was staring at the enraged boy. He didn't know quite what to do and felt himself put in a strange position as his still-hard cock was plunged halfway into Ellen's suddenly shock-tightened little cunt.
"Leave us alone, Billy," he said at length, trying to assume an air of authority in this undignified position.
"You keep your trap shut, you cocksucking, motherfucking shit!" he snarled at the teacher before turning his attention once more to Ellen.
"Now, you little slut, I'm gonna teach you a lesson," he ranted wildly, as yet unsure himself of what he was going to do.
"Don't you touch her," Clayton threatened, his face white with mounting fury.
"Just shut up and keep right on fucking the little whore! After all, she seems to be crazy about it!"
"Please, Billy...."
"Yes, keep fucking her like crazy, only make her get up on top with her ass in the air!" he ordered the older man, ignoring the blonde's pleas.
"But-"
"Do as I say!" the furious boy snarled, and the couple thought it best to comply with his weird request. They knew he could destroy them both by a few words to the right people.
"Better do as he says," Clayton whispered to Ellen, as he mutely continued to thrust his hotly throbbing cock up into her tingling pussy, at the same time slipping over on his back and pulling the voluptuous blonde schoolgirl over on top of him.
Billy stared at the couple, crazy lurid plans tumbling around in his brain. He wasn't quite sure why he had told them to reverse positions, but now that they had done it, a new, obscene idea began to occur to him.
"W-what are you doing?" Ellen gasped as she watched disbelievingly as the tall youth began to strip off his clothes. God, it was weird but terribly exciting, she thought suddenly, to be here with two naked men ... and both of them wanting to fuck her crazy!
Now Billy was naked and already his penis was beginning to stand out with growing interest. Grasping it firmly in his hand, he clambered up onto the double bed, his eyes fixed on the still-fucking couple.
"Now I'm gonna give you something you'll never forget," he promised as he reached over and with his two hands began to caress the smooth, rounded cheeks of Ellen's naked ass.
Her first instinct was fear and she started to pull back from his touch, the sensation was so wildly pleasurable, and she felt the touch of the young boy from behind while the older man continued to fuck up into her cunt from below.
Then Billy began to pull apart the sensuously curving cheeks of her naked buttocks, revealing the thin rosy split of her anal crevice, making her shiver with a new, more intense pleasure. She felt shivers of excitement go through her when she felt his fingers touch that secret place, probing and prodding lasciviously at her small, tightly clenched rectum.
"Oh, please, Billy," she cried, unclear as to whether she was saying yes or no.
He tightened his fingers in the soft, satiny flesh of her buttocks, making her writhe in response. "Keep fucking the teacher," he commanded, breathlessly excited, all the time exploring her quivering ass-cheeks with his wandering hands. At the same time her cunt was responding crazily to the ceaseless lovemaking of Clayton beneath her, who was wild with excitement at the complete newness of the situation.
Then she felt the subtle intrusion of his finger in her asshole, screwing itself further and deeper into her nether depths.
"Aaaaahhhh! Aaaaahhhh!" she cried, wriggling her buttocks wildly around the finger to heighten the sensation. Her squirming also caused Clayton below to redouble his efforts and sent his power-charged cock soaring up into her wetly writhing pussy. Muffled beneath her warm, enveloping body, he was hardly aware of what was going on between the girl and Billy, and thought that Ellen was just becoming excited from the built-up pressure of his continued screwing.
Billy, his eyes gleaming with lust and excitement, stared down at the sight of his finger stuck to the second knuckle in the tightly clamping little ring of her anus. A thrill of pleasure rippled through him and was reinforced by her wild moans.
After a few moments more, he pulled out his finger slowly, watching wide-eyed as the thin membrane of her sphincter closed firmly back into place. His cock by this time was big and pounding with the blood that was coursing through it now, and he dropped his hand to stroke it licentiously, encouraging it to bigger size and length.
He began to rotate his lust-distended cock-head around and around her now more ready anal opening. For a moment longer, he held it there, and then he began to press it, lightly at first, against the small rectal opening. Then he surged forward and for a moment she felt a searing pain pop through her ... a pain which quickly turned into exquisite pleasure as she began to enjoy his hard young cock pressing outward against the tightly clinging walls of her asshole.
He held his cock in there for a long moment, enjoying the sight of her anus clinging to the thick base of his penis, then he slowly began to withdraw his lust-thickened prick from her tight rectal passage. And when just the burning head of his penis was still lodged inside, he rammed forward again, this time driving his palpitating shaft without stopping right up into the hot buttery depths of her tight little rectal opening.
Meanwhile, beneath her, Clayton was still fucking gamely up into her wildly dilated pussy.
He had by now realized what was going on that Billy was fucking her asshole at the same time as he was screwing her cunt. The thought titillated him, making him even more excited and wiping away any inclination he might have had to protect the girl from him.
The boy was also astounded at the turn in events as he drove his hotly pulsing cock right up into her moistly lubricated rectum.
"Ooooooohhh ... yesss," she sighed as she suddenly began to thrust back her nakedly flaring buttocks, screwing her tightly clenching anus back on his driving penis.
"Yes, that's it, Billy! Fuck my asshole ... fuck me good!"
The young girl had completely lost her mind to the overwhelming experience. Her teacher was still screwing into her wildly aroused pussy. She was being asshole and cunt-fucked by two males at the same time ... she was amazed at the pulsing intensity of sensations in her anus and her cunt. She loved Clayton but she also now wanted Billy so very, very much. There was no reason she shouldn't have them both fucking her. After all, they were enjoying her together right now, and she was finding pleasure in the lascivious threesome herself!
"Oh, yes! Oh, yes! I like it!" she moaned as she flicked her wildly rotating ass-cheeks backward and offered her tingling rectum to Billy's thickly sodomizing cock and then flexed her hips down to receive her history teacher's hard driving penis below as it fucked up easily into her desire-ridden vagina.
Clayton was astonished by what was occurring, but he was really too excited to think much about it. The thrill of being part of a licentious trio was equalled only by the realization that he felt relieved at having been discovered and could now relax and fully enjoy the part he was playing in the obscene three-way fuck.
Billy felt all resentment and anger slipping away from him as his own pleasure overtook him, and he forgot all about everything except the physical act of driving his red-hot cock up into her now eagerly accepting rectum at the same time as his history teacher beneath her was fucking up into her cunt. The two males stroked up as one into her twin passages, feeling each other's pulsating shaft through the thin dividing membrane, screwing her unanimously and now in complete accord.
And Ellen, the pivot of this incredible threesome? She was transported to the dizzy heights of complete bliss by now. All her worries and fears were over. She had no doubts now about what she wanted, and she enjoyed the idea of her cunt and asshole being fucked in such a complete way by two hard-driving male cocks for pure pleasure. Sandwiched between the bodies of her two lovers, the lascivious adolescent felt herself being swept along on an overpowering tide of accelerating sensation so that her entire naked body was quivering and breathtakingly alive.
The two males were aware of the rushing current of their passion, and Clayton was the first to tumble into the wildly churning maelstrom of fulfillment.
"Aaaaahhhh ... I'm cumming!" he moaned as his muscular form arched and stiffened, every nerve ending tingling and excited. His head was like a bomb, exploding and exploding again, sending out showers of pleasure-sparks which landed on his quivering body and ignited into blazing fires of incredible passion as his wildly jerking cock became a Roman candle spurting shot after shot of white-hot cum deep up into the young girl's thirstily sucking pussy. At the same time, he heard Billy gasp and mutter coarsely as he reached his shattering orgasm with several quick, short strokes up into Ellen's tightly clasping rectal passage.
"Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrggggggghhhhh ... I-I'm cumming, too!" Billy cried out as he began to maniacally batter his pelvis against the little blonde's buttocks, ramming his ejaculating young penis right up to the hilt in her hotly milking rectal passage.
His fingers tightened again on the velvety softness of her ass-cheeks, and his face was suffused with a blush of intense pleasure. He had never felt better in his life than he did at this moment, both from the realization that he had established himself as a potent male vis a vis the older schoolteacher.
The perspiration-soaked bodies of the two males slapped wetly against the soft voluptuousness of the naked young girl's provocative form, giving her as much pleasure as they were getting from their mutual release.
Ellen felt that she had reached Valhalla. It was like nothing on earth, the feeling of having her two lovers filling her to overflowing with their hot, searing sperm which commingled to form a wet pool of undeniable bliss deep inside her. She felt safe and secure sandwiched between the two men and she allowed herself to drift off into an incredibly satisfying release. Not shattering, not overwhelming in intensity, but deeper and better than anything she had ever experienced before. Now she was really and totally fulfilled in a way she had never envisaged happening to her, and she had within her grasp the key to the golden bliss of self knowledge and satisfaction.
She didn't even moan out with pleasure; a sensuous smile curved her lips, and her face was imbued with a look of sheer happiness as if she had glimpsed the way into Eden. And as far as she was concerned, she had!
And she came ... and came ... and the spasming of her deeper cuntal and rectal muscles was so prolonged that both of the virile embedded up inside her belly began growing hard again from the stimulation ... Oh God, she thought smilingly to herself, I just can't wait to get Alice in on this, too! She would just love to be fucked this way ... and I'd like to watch it all and sit on Mr. Bond's face at the same time!!!
