Four-thirty in the afternoon. The hallways of Emerson Junior High School were peaceful at last, though the high-pitched vibrations of screaming pubescents still clung to the walls, unseen and pending. Black scuff marks etched the tiled hallway where hurriedly shuffling feet had, only minutes before, stormed the building with Gestapo expediency, leaving behind a battlefield of discarded test papers, incriminating notes, and lost books.
In the basement of the brick structure, down the hall past the metal lockers and to the right, was the athletes' dressing room crammed with elbow-knocking, fighting boys, enthusiastically donning football jerseys, knee guards, and shoulder pads, arming themselves for the masochistic routine called after-school football practice. Meanwhile, up a single flight of steps and past the girl's shower room, in the gymnasium, six budding-breasts cheerleaders jumped with scissored legs and pom-poms cheering to an imaginary crowd of football enthusiasts. In the basement's musty boiler room the night janitor lazed, stretched out on a discarded nurse's office cot, an unfiltered cigarette dangling from his tired lips as he mentally counted off the minutes, hoping for at least a half an hour of overtime tonight.
That left the main floor of the school empty ... except for one small office up the stairs from the athletic department and janitor's headquarters.
There in the hidden confines of the principal's office, Ivonne Snelling punched out her cigarette in the principal's ash tray that Joseph Candor usually kept hidden from his students and nosey secretary. Now, on this special occasion, he'd pulled it out for that one special faculty member ... along with the bottle of sherry usually hidden in his filing cabinet, far in the back, beyond the "XYZ's"....
"Mmmmmm ... I feel so naughty drinking and smoking in the school building, don't you Mr. Candor?" Ivonne smacked her ruby lips. "But I am glad you talked me into it....
God help me, but I can see the exact outline of her nipples, Joseph thought as he gazed across his regulation steel desk at his voluptuous junior high faculty member. His mind went back to that one night he had kissed her ... not once, but for almost an hour in a dark comer of the gymnasium after chaperoning a school party and staying late under the ostensible excuse of cleaning up the ravaged gym. That had been a few weeks ago and ever since Ivy had been very careful when she was around him. Something about the way she looked today though made the old emotional feelings he had about her return. Even though they were together to discuss his son who was under her tutelage, still he couldn't take his eyes off the amply proportioned orbs of her globular breasts ... the way they jutted from her blouse ... the thin almost see-through covering only accentuating her natural curves. Her legs, too, looked wonderfully slender and exciting, the way she had them curled under her on the chair like that. No wonder he'd found notes concerning Mrs.
Snelling's sexuality tucked safely in his son's notebooks. He couldn't blame his son for having a crush on the woman! Hell, if he weren't married, he'd be after her favors, too.
He wondered what it would be like to feel her breasts again, the way he had done that night. She had seemed to like it then, he recalled, remembering her heavy excited breathing as he held her tight up against his body, the soft giving forms of her flesh molding completely to his, all of her weight there in his arms. Beneath his fingers, the firm upright mounds of her flesh had moved slowly as her breath came haltingly. His tongue had worked furiously within the wet confines of her mouth. Slowly he had backed her against the wall of the folded bleachers and there had ground his groin steadily into hers, the erect rod of his penis forming a hard rock like sheath against her belly.
"I'm glad Bradley is doing better in English. Nothing more embarrassing than having a flunky for a kid when you're on the faculty yourself . ... "
"Oh, sure, he's doing just fine. There's just one thing that bothers me, though. He ... he seems to have a crush on me," giggled Ivy girlishly, taking another sip other sherry. "Oh, I know it sounds silly, but it's true."
"Can't say that I blame the kid." Joe voiced it aloud this time, and felt relieved for it.
The glimmer in his eyes made Ivy feel uncomfortable. She wondered if he, too, was remembering that night after the dance. She had thought of nothing else when she walked in the door this afternoon, this being the first time she'd faced him alone since that night. For one thing, the argument with Sandor had made her unusually susceptible to Joe's tenderness ... to his good-looking smile ... for the fondness she had always felt for him, even though she knew he was married to that no-good slut of a wife who'd embarrassed him more than once in front of the whole town ... showing up drunk at football games and making a fool of herself. Word had it that she'd even developed a pill habit which might have been to her favor, thought Ivy admonishingly. It might help to explain her recent affair with the football coach, Ted Denimson.
"He's really got a flare for writing, you know, Joe...." offered Ivy, wanting to put the principal's mind at ease concerning his only child. "In fact, given a little stimulus, he could really shine. Only one person in the class has a better imagination. Amy. The child reads all the time...."
Joe nodded pridefully. He wanted to finish this conversation as quickly as possible. Somehow, he couldn't really concentrate on his kid with Ivy sitting across him looking like an angel in the glowing yellow sunlight filtering through the window. Her blonde hair softly caressing her peach-colored' cheeks, the limpness of her baby blue eyes fringed with long silken eyelashes ... the tempting expanse of calf that showed beneath her pleated skirt ... all these things made it extremely difficult to concentrate on the topic of his son's talents.
Ivy was distracted, and so did not notice the principal's insistent stare. She thought of Bradley, the dark--haired little darling, of his innocence and wide acceptance of things that often turn sour with age. Like his mother, for instance. How many times had he been humiliated by her insensitivities? Oh, why didn't Joe divorce that whore?! Couldn't he see what it was doing to his son? Certainly he cared....
If only she had a child of her own, maybe she would not harbor these frustrating maternal instincts toward the boy who adored her every movement, hanging on her every word as if she were the Virgin, incarnate administering the gospel truth in the classroom. But, no, life had not granted her the pleasure of motherhood. Chances are it never would. Sandor didn't want a child, never had, never would. But then, there was little Sandor did want ... including a loving wife, so it seemed. The knowledge stung, and Ivy took another sip of her sherry to lift her above the depressing thought of her awkwardly platonic home life. Mentally, she counted the weeks since she and her wealthy lawyer husband had enjoyed a night in bed together and, with the awesome count of four months, she glanced up at the smiling face of Joseph Candor with renewed interest.
The sherry was-making her feel unusually mellow, and there was something definitely soothing about being with Joseph, alone and away from the other faculty members; almost as if they were long-time friends, relishing a rare moment of nostalgic remembering together. A stolen moment.
Finally, she let Joe draw her into a conversation centered on more personal matters. "How was her husband doing?" he'd asked, then, seeing the smile fade on her angelic face, he dropped the subject, knowing that unconsciously there was something he wanted to hear her say that she would not have the courage to voice without provocation. Her downcast eyes answered that probing query.
As if asking forgiveness for his insensitive curiosity, he offered her another glass of sherry. The school teacher protested meekly and then smiled and accepted the warming glass of wine. After all, it was silly not to. Sandor certainly wouldn't turn down a chance to enjoy himself, she realized bitterly.
Soon the third glass disappeared, and with it, her reticence. Ivy hardly noticed when Joe motioned for her to join him on the small simulated-leather couch in the comer of his room where many an errant child had cried his heart out, begging forgiveness from the irate principal. Taking her sherry glass with her, she made herself comfortable on the cool plastic seat, hardly noticing when Joe sat down next to her. She moved over slightly on the sofa, feeling herself grow oddly warm from the musky scent of his after-shave cologne. A light film of perspiration formed on her upper lip and she could feel her arms growing goose-pimply, even under her long sleeved blouse. She tried to avert her eyes from his, but it was difficult now that he was sitting right next to her ... besides, she knew that she wanted to look into his merry eyes ... really wanted to study his handsome, rugged features.
Why did she feel so strange whenever she was alone with him?
Joe carefully noted the effects of the sherry on his beautiful faculty member and although he knew, it was wrong to be thinking what he was thinking (God, how scandalous) ... it had been so long since he'd held any woman much less made love to one! Oh, there had been attempts with his wife, but those aborted sessions at lovemaking didn't count for naught. If only his wife was as sweetly feminine.
Now he could smell the sweet and light perfume she was wearing ... its scent was almost driving him crazy! And he was close enough to feel her maddening warmth caressing his tense flesh. When finally she looked straight into his searching eyes, he found himself trembling slightly.
"What a fantastic woman you are, Ivy." He almost whispered the words, his throat seeming to have lost all its moisture. In her face, he could see the Venus De Milo, the Mona Lisa. He took her gently by the arms and drew her toward him. He felt her stiffen and pull back, but then after a moment's pause, she allowed herself to be pulled forward.
He kissed her hard, there in his office, with all the longing he'd been building up inside these many months. His mouth crushed against her soft lips as he endeavored to get as much of her voluptuous breasts against him as possible. He could feel the spongy firmness of her nipples crushing into his chest and quickly he moved his hands around to touch them.
"No ... no...." Ivy muttered. "No ... Joe ... we mustn't."
But he wouldn't let her go and her half-hearted struggle wasn't enough to break the electric spell rising between them as his searching fingers reached the sides of her bulging breasts.
Things were happening so fast that Ivy's brain was spinning. When she'd accepted Joe's invitation for a cup of coffee after school, she had put out of her mind the thought that anything like this might happen. She tried to pull away, but Joe held onto her still tighter, his hot tongue pushing deep inside her mouth reaching all the secret waves of desire flashing through her, but still she tried to stop him. He seemed so strong ... so very strong! How could she ever resist him ... and yet she had to try ... had to stop what was happening before it got out of hand. But Joe pushed her head back so that he was resting on the sofa, her body arching up against his, her breasts smashing against her own ribcage by his massive torso.
"Nooooo ... she moaned uncertainly, trying desperately one more time to pull away. But it was impossible. The sparks of mouthing desire were leaping about crazily in her belly, lust rising in her loins. She, too, had been a long time without love. An image of her husband Sandor rolling over in bed after giving her a perfunctory good-night kiss rose to her mind and anger accompanied it.
Joe's hands were roving up and down her back now and the taste of his mouth on hers became suddenly delicious. Everything about the man was attractive ... so damned attractive! She had always envied his horrid wife for having Joe and now ... now she was feeling the very same things his wife must have felt in her less inebriated moments, scarce though they were. A hot shiver ran through her at the thought and yet the idea seemed to make Bradley's mother more human somehow, and when Joe's hand dropped down and began a slow massage of her smoothly rounded buttocks, tingling pinpoints of pleasure rippled sensuously up and down her spine. Suddenly, everywhere her body was pressed against his, she felt the same raging, unquenchable fire. A low moan of passion escaped her lips, mingling with the wetness of their interwoven tongues.
"Oh, God!" Ivy felt her body convulse. What am I doing? she thought. But even as she asked herself the question, her body was answering it for her. With a mind of its own, it knew what it wanted, despite any objections Ivy might be able to conjure up. It needed Joe's hardness ... his very manliness pressing against her, and she felt a sinking sensation in her stomach as she realized shamefully how much she wanted him ... wanted her own student's father, the principal of Emerson Junior High School! His hands manipulated the excited mounds of her breasts and she made no move to stop him. How could she stop something that felt that good! She felt a tickle of rising perspiration run down the valley between her full ripe orbs, slipping down between the creamy flesh that Joe was now massaging into a maddening hardness. She bit hard on her lower lip as his tongue trailed a line of saliva around her cheeks toward the shell-like orifice of her ear. She felt his breath hot and moist and it seemed as if it was going directly into her fevered brain, fogging everything up there!
What could be wrong with such a strong, undeniable feeling? What could be wrong with it? She felt as if she had never made love before ... that this time ... like the very first time. An old sense of adventure and wickedness filled her now and as Joe's hand moved upward on her knees, pushing the folds of her skirt back as it climbed, she felt a flood of wetness between her thighs emanating from the blond downy vee that nestled so tightly down there as she squeezed her legs together. She pressed her buttocks down harder into the cushion of the couch trying to avoid the inescapable moment when his fingers would reach her wet vaginal slit. She couldn't believe that she could actually let him touch her there! And yet, he showed every intention of doing so. His fingers moved firmly upward, above the line of her stockings where they met firm, smoothly naked flesh. She felt so vulnerable there, so exposed. She pressed her buttocks down harder against the couch, feeling his fingers move upward with greater certainty now. He was almost there. His fingers brushed the soft mound of her sex, covered by the thin fabric of her panties and Ivy sighed and closed her eyes tightly, letting the acute sensations of pleasure roll over her. Each time she made love she forgot ... she always forgot what it was going to be like. It was always a completely wonderful surprise ... and Joe's touch was no exception.
Even though his moving fingers were separated from her excited pussy by the thin material of her panties, it felt almost as though he were touching her naked flesh. She had become so wet that it was embarrassing and now as his lips nibbled at hers again, she found her legs parting slightly almost as though she herself had nothing to do with it. They were parting to allow his middle finger access to the tight elastic legband of her panties that ringed her upper thighs ... only that thin band stood between his finger and the paradise of her cunt.
In her mind she was desperately trying to justify it ... and the years of sterile marriage to Sandor came uppermost to her mind. As a man, Sandor couldn't even be compared to Joe. Joe who was kissing her ... touching her ... making her feel wanted ... needed ... Yes, she was sure Joe needed her as much as she needed him. It was all Sandor's fault neglecting her the way he did ... constantly making her feel like a dried up old woman ... him not loving children as she did. All those humiliating nights he had refused her affection ... he had to be getting sex somewhere else, and it certainly wasn't from her! It was he who had put her in the vulnerable position she was now in, she realized with certain clarity and something seemed to snap inside of her.
Almost briskly, she threw her arms around Joe's neck, pulling him still closer to her hungry body, her tongue stabbing back at him blindly, while his middle finger slipped under the elastic legband of her panties. A perverse pleasure began to expand inside her. It was wonderful to feel the obscene thrill of his thick digit pushing aside the soft nylon crotchband and sliding over the highly sensitive pink flanged area of her vulnerable pussy. Her quivering cunt seemed to feel each ridge upon his finger as Joe's finger slowly parted the soft sparse pubic hair and began a steady friction of the hot depths of her hidden cunt.
"Ohhhhh ... OOOHHHH!!!" Ivy groaned, feeling herself melt in his arms. A quick flash of dizziness overcame her and she was aware of the power of the sherry she had had. The hard edge of his finger and a tip of the nail scraped over her trembling clitoris and she felt the tiny bud jerk upright like an erect little prick. He had forced her long sensuous legs wide open now and they were obscenely splayed out on the couch, his arm disappearing halfway up Ivy's dress as he plundered her private parts. A tremendous shudder went through her as Joe's fingers harshly continued their lascivious investigation. The soft golden hair that surrounded her small pussy was parted roughly as he toyed with her throbbing clitoris, making her begin to moan with forbidden delight.
Joe reached behind him and pulled down the shade, thinking the darkness would make Ivy more receptive to his advances. In the shaded darkness of his office, he continued flicking at her excitedly throbbing clitoris now, making her whimper and squirm in his arms and then his other hand slipped beneath the open vee of her blouse to touch the warm nipples that were already.-like hard little pebbles. He felt an inferno of desire rushing through him and knew that he would have to get her lying out flat before long or go mad! His cock felt like a giant ramrod, prodding against his belly and he wanted to release it and let it have its way with the tender pussy his hand now knew so intimately.
"Oh yes...." Ivy pleaded, her voice a raspy whisper. " ... Yesss...." Her thighs felt limp and all she could do now was respond with her hips to his touches. Involuntarily, she began to move them back and forth in time to the rhythm of his finger. Slowly but surely, she felt his finger moving down so that his entire hand was able to move up into between her widespread thighs. He gave a sudden twist to her nipple that made her cry out in pain and in the same instant, slipped two fingers high in her pussy.
"Aaaaa ... Ivy's head snapped back, her face a mask of ecstatic bliss. She thought for a moment that she might black out from the fantastic feeling of being entered so violently by his fingers.
"Oh, God ... Joe ... ohhhh!" The impact of the blunt ends of his fingers striking against the soft end of her cervix high up in the confines of her pulsing cunt creating wave after wave of startling pleasure. For the first time, her body was alive, responding completely to his. She was wriggling so that they both almost fell on the floor.
"You stay right there. I'm going to lock the door," he said suddenly, removing his hand with a slight suction from between her legs. "Don't move!"
Dazed, Ivy opened her eyes and groaned heavily.
As she sat there watching him lock the door, she felt overly wet between her legs and her burning pussy already missed Joe's touches. She felt anxious to be near him again, to feel him close to her ... and yet this interruption had given her more time to think about what she was doing.
In the glow of the late afternoon autumnal light, Ivy could see that his face was flushed, and looking down she could not help noticing an enormous bulge in the front of his pants. She blushed and looked away as he came toward her, already beginning to stammer out a protest. But quickly, he took her in his arms and she felt such a strong resurgence of desire that was as if a thunderbolt struck her. The entire length of his body pressed against hers had an overwhelming effect upon her nervous system and she was aware of how small she was ... how strong he was. Everything in her ached for him. He kissed her lightly and sat down next to her again.
"Let's get these things off," Joe said gently, beginning to undo the buttons at the back of her blouse. One hand carefully lifted her long golden hair from the nape of her neck while the other hand undid the buttons.
Ivy sat passively, feeling like a little girl being undressed. It felt wonderful to be treated with such tenderness, and as her blouse was peeled away and the straps of her slip were pulled down, she realized that she was crying. Joe undid her bra and the cups fell away revealing the smooth white of her firm but heavy breasts with their hard pink nipples, the areolae the size of half-dollars spreading outward from the crinkly flesh of the center. She sobbed as Joe cupped them in his hands from behind. Sobbed for her own vulnerability ... for her enormous desire ... for everything that had ever happened to her in her life.
Joe kissed first the nape of her neck and then her shoulders. When he realized that she was crying, he grew confused ... and started to say something, but then stopped himself. A woman's tears, he recalled, were not always from pain or sorrow ... and yet deep down he knew that at least part of Ivy's were. He felt a part of his heart reach out toward her, but he knew the frustration he had often felt in such situations with his wife ... there was only so much he could do to help. But then with his wife, things were always complicated and raw. But he vowed silently that he would do all he could to help Ivy. ... His hands smoothed downward, pushing her slip along her torso until it rode up on her full rounded hips. He jumped up and kneeled down in front of her, pulling it down the rest of the way, treating his eyes to her blushing beauty, her almost schoolgirl attitude as her splendid nudity was revealed bit by bit to his lusting eyes. Soon, she was wearing nothing but stockings and panties and high heels. Joe slipped off the patent leather shoes and massaged her dainty feet for a second. Then his hands ran up the length of her calves, up to her full round thighs and then to her small waist. He hooked his thumbs in at the top of her panties and pulled them downward exposing a gently rounded belly with a deeply inset navel and then, as he continued rolling the nylon material, the light golden curls of her pussy hair became evident. She helped him a little, and together they removed both panties and stocking. Joe could only sit back on his heels for a second looking at her ... he couldn't remember when he had ever seen a more beautifully pure woman.
Ivy felt cool now that she was naked and she felt a trembling start to take hold of her. She watched as Joe undressed before her, feeling at though she were in a dream, as though this were not really happening to her ... but to some other woman ... some other woman who had a vague and tenuous connection to her. Joe's hard and muscular body stood tensed and naked before her in what seemed a split second and she found herself staring at the rampant pole of his penis. It was long and lust-hardened and bigger than any Ivy had ever seen or imagined. He seemed filled with urgency .now, impatient to enter her and she sensed that their long foreplay was rapidly coming to a close. She shivered ... would she ever be able to Took him straight in the eye again?
But Ivy didn't have long to ponder the question as Joe dropped down beside her and started pushing her back down upon the sofa. She felt weak and let herself be pushed ... it seemed an eternity before her head hit the cushions and then she was looking up at him ... this familiar face who seemed such a stranger now. She had never seen him like this, flushed with desire ... naked ... on the point of taking her ... no, she could hardly imagine him like that! She felt oddly frightened and began to shake her head from side to side as he bent over her, but then his chest was grinding into hers, pushing against her so that she could feel herself being pressed into the foam beneath her, and all lucid thinking was erased from her mind. She had some trouble breathing as her lover's full weight fell upon her, his mouth crushing hers again. His tongue entered and this time she swallowed it hungrily, feeling the excitement building inside her shivering body. Joe was breathing hot moist air all over her and then all his weight was on her and Ivy knew that in moments she would be writhing beneath her boss ... they were moments that she wanted to hasten as she felt his heavy legs pressing against her now and pulsing near her belly, the fiery pole of his long, extended cock.
With one sudden movement, her legs were being parted by his leg and the smooth rubbery head of his cock was sliding inside the narrow cleft of her pussy. It moved up and down and back and forth and Ivy heard herself moan and call out his name. Her secret passage seemed to ache for his cock. She wanted so badly to feel him inside her that she would scream for him to hurry! His hands were working steadily at her .breasts and they felt raw and swollen ... her stinging breasts and the moist pussy that accepted the blunt tip of Joe's swollen prick as it rubbed against her hair-lined slit creating an unbearably increasing friction.
"OH, OH, OH, OH!" she chanted a mantra of lust. She started pushing her hips up higher and higher ... trying to get him to enter her. But his cock continued to tease her tortured, gyrating pussy until wildly, she clawed at his back, begging him in a raspy voice....
"Please, Joe ... please ... God ... please take me ... take me now."
The thick rubbery head of Joe's penis stopped its incessant rubbing between the English teacher's fleshy cunt lips and slid down, poised at the tiny pink entrance to her widespread cunt. Joe's hands went underneath her legs, drawing them up so that they splayed outward and nestled upon his back, her heels digging in for support. He let his swollen prick part the sparse blond pubic hair and insinuate itself into the incredible wetness that surrounded the small pussy opening ... searching ... burrowing ... sliding.
His muscles started jerking involuntarily and he had to push ... push hard against her, feeling the softness of her down there give, the petal-like lips begin to open to admit his hardened penis. The little hair-fringed mouth between her open thighs gave way unwillingly and in one sudden thrust, Joe rammed halfway up inside her trembling pussy.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!" she moaned in reflex in spite of her desire not to make any noise, she couldn't help it. She had never felt anything like it! Sandor had never felt this good! She thought her cunt lips were being split apart by the enormous hard circumference of her students father's hard prick. Absurdly, she wondered for a flicking moment if Joe's wife would even care that she, his son's teacher, was making love to the principal right now. Probably not....
And then Joe was moving up higher inside her and she started crying and begging him to stop. She was surprised when he didn't but just kept right on grinding his cock straight into her, enjoying the pressure of her tightly clenched cuntal muscles as they rippled wetly and smoothly around his surging penis.
Joe decided he couldn't stop now no matter what. He knew it was hurting, as it did most women when he fucked them for the first time, but he also knew that in a few moments she would get used to his enormous size and begin to enjoy it. The tenderness of her inner pussy wrapped itself elastic-like around his churning prick, as with a grunt, he rammed it all the way to the end of her tightly resisting cuntal passage. He rocked his full weight against her, splitting her legs wide apart and hooking his cock upward inside her. He was aware of her legs flailing in the air and her fists pounding at his back and face, but he could only grab onto her cushiony buttocks and pull her entire pelvis up still higher to meet his engorged prick.
"Oh, Ivy ... Oh, my Jesus!" Joe cried out, losing himself in the moment as all good lovers do. "I'm gonna fuck you til you cum and cum and cum....
Oh, Joe, if you only knew how long ... how long it's been....
CHAPTER TWO
Amy Jennings piled her notebook and raggedy-eared copy of Catcher in the Rye on top of each other, and folded up her thick, woolen poncho to set atop the stack, hoping the softness would cushion her knees from the hallway's hard tile floor. Nope ... not high enough. Her eye was missing the keyhole by a scant two inches, and straining her neck in that awkward position would take her mind off the crazy happenings going on just a wood-thickness away. Her heart was beating wildly and she knew that she had never been so excited in all of her thirteen years. She still couldn't believe what she had seen in there and when she returned her eye to the keyhole, her knees elevated by her general science textbook, she fully expected to find that she had imagined the whole thing.
But there they were ... Mrs. Snelling and Mr. Candor ... completely naked and ready to do it to each other! Even though she had never seen anything like that before, she knew enough to know what they were about to do. That nasty little book under her hot knees had taught her a lot about life, and now here was a real live movie filling in what Salinger had left out.
A stifled giggle escaped her virginal throat, and she put her hand to her mouth and craned her head to check the school hallway to make sure no one would catch her peeking through the principal's door. Once before she had come real close to getting caught, but only once since she and Cheryl Ferguson had started their adolescent game of spying on their crushes. Oh, if Cheryl could see that sexy Joseph Candor with his pants off, his enormous cock, red and angry, looking, bouncing a little bit in front of him as he kneeled up between Mrs. Snelling's legs, she'd drop her crush on that stupid football coach in a bat of the eye! Huh! She thought she was hot stuff for catching Mr. Denimson kissing Mrs. Candor, but that's peanuts compared to this!
Mrs. Snelling's blood-curdling groan as he rammed it up into her filled the empty hallway, and Amy felt her face go ashen. Did it really hurt that much? It was no wonder, she thought, if all men were as big as Mr. Candor! Instinctively, her own young thighs squeezed together tightly and she felt an odd twinge in her sweet, untried pussy at the very thought. The closest she'd ever come to getting naked with a real man was with Bradley Candor, and he didn't count. Besides, it was so dark that night out under' the tree in his backyard, that they both just fell sound asleep.
* * *
Joe worked his hips up, kneeling into Ivy and using her long trembling legs like a wheelbarrow. He was sweating profusely and big drops fell from his forehead onto Ivy's quivering stomach. Ivy was stunned and panic stricken but she knew she couldn't stop what almost amounted to an attack at this point. Strange and horrible thoughts ran through her head. She was being used, used as though she weren't a human being ... just an orifice for him to vent his lust ... it was almost worse than having no sex at all!
Suddenly, Joe pulled halfway out of her clinging cunt and Ivy was amazed to feel the first twinge of pleasure shooting about her cunt. His rigid cock was touching every section of her secret interior, filling up every nook and cranny! It was stretching her tight, little-used pussy, still giving her pain, but now there was pleasure, too. He paused a moment, and then slid back in with a grunt landing on her full force. She cried out like a wounded animal, but this time, her battered cervix responded with unexpected pleasure-the first sensations of his prick actually felt good! When he started pounding against her ... it still felt good ... in fact, it started feeling better and better!
Each thrust into her pussy by his lust-hardened prick created an astounding combination of pain and accumulating desire that grew more acute by the second! She started to moan again, this time feeling the total awareness of her body as it molded itself to his.
Amy shivered in her cotton school dress, although the late September afternoon was unseasonably warm ... indeed, she didn't know what why she was shivering when she felt so hot! Her entire young frame trembled as she leaned up against the door, from the tips of her ash blonde hair to her small size 4 loafer. Beneath her dress, her budding young breasts could be seen silhouetted beneath the thin fabric. Her slender hips and loins tapered gracefully downward and her long legs were getting close to becoming perfect and womanly. Everything about her seemed just on the verge of bursting into full bloom, like a young flower just about to open. This whole state of being preoccupied Amy most of the time, and she felt its pressures inside her as surely as though someone or something were nudging her quickly ahead into womanhood. She felt driven most of the time toward it and spent the nights reading magazines about womanly experiences or the most exciting books from the public library. She felt ready for love and ready for whatever adventures might come her way ... but before this afternoon, there had been none.
She could not really complain though, she thought as she uttered a silent "whew!" to herself and looked in at the obscene spectacle of her English teacher and the sexy principal of Emerson High. Damn! but she wished she was the woman in there instead of Mrs. Snelling. A tingle of miserable resentment welled in her pubescent body, and her eyes narrowed with envy. But those negative feelings were off-set by a single glance at her idol-Mr. Candor. She had always looked up to him, and recently she had even begun to notice how good-looking he was. That's what started this crazy crush in the first place. She had always thought him handsome ... but recently there was an added dimension ... she started looking at him with a woman's eyes and found him most sexy. This afternoon, though, the sight of him nude, and making passionate love to Mrs. Snelling was almost frightening ... deliciously frightening! She had been on her way to the girl's room to comb her hair before heading to the gym to look for her notebook she'd dropped between the bleachers during physical education class, and had made her routine stop to peek in Mr. Candor's keyhole, a practice she'd taken up at precisely four-thirty every afternoon since this cursed crush had leveled her impotent of her own will. It had become a habit she couldn't live without.
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Looking down at his English teacher's tightly screwed-up features, and feeling her responding to each mighty blow of his advancing cock, Joe felt like a god. He was lying naked between the legs of and fucking one of the most beautiful women in the whole damned town and she was loving it! He was going to give her the time of her life. He'd always suspected that she wasn't getting any from her philandering husband who spent most of his time and money in Las Vegas-without his wife. How anybody could resist fucking such a sweet, tight little pussy was beyond him. He only hoped he would get a chance to go at it again and again! Before he was through, he hoped to have her begging for more. He thrust into her moistly contracting cuntal passage with a loud grunting noise, kneading the smooth full moons of her jiggling white buttocks in his nervous fingers. She was being skewered hard down into the sticky plastic couch, helplessly impaled by his ramming prick.
Joe's handsome face grew purplish from desire as with long even strokes he continued the glorious fucking. This was forbidden fruit, both of them being married by law, though single in spirit, a cruder side of him though, and by god, he was going to enjoy it.
For Ivy, the forbidden nature of what she was doing was working toward making the experience one of the most exciting she'd ever known. For one thing, being entered by a prick as large as this one was something that she could never have previously understood would give her so much extreme joy. The feeling was at once one of being punished, martyred somehow, and that of getting just what she needed. Every bit of femininity she had in her was responding to the total masculinity of her superior. Tides of desire rose and fell within her as she writhed involuntarily beneath his grinding loins. His inflamed and swollen member reached the farthest depths of her defenseless genitals. The lewd smacking sound of Joe's swinging, sperm-filled testicles slapping rhythmically against her wet buttocks filled her ears, combined with her own groans and sighs. Time had come to a stop, and she was suspended in the erotic realm of her body's needs. Abandoning her lady-like composure, she became a slut ... a common whore ... a cunt receiving a cock. No one had ever made her feel like this before, and she could hear him chanting dirty words down at her.
"Oh, you sweet piece of ass ... give it to me ... fuck back ... come on fuck back fuck back fuck back...."
Joe's obscenity only furthered her desire, making her more lustful than ever. He used words that always made her blush whenever she heard them, and now she was not only not blushing, but spreading her long beautiful legs wider so that the over-sized penis could stretch her tender pussy wider apart! Joe was almost bending her double and thought she might get a muscle spasm in her back. But the pleasure was so great that any pain she felt was relegated to the background of all the other lewd, lascivious sensations she was enjoying.
Now his fingers were at her breasts again and he was holding on tight, rocking back and forth into her upturned cunt. Ivy could feel the sweaty, plastic couch clinging to her back as her mouth hung open wide, animal-like wails of mindless excitation slipping incoherently off her tongue.
* * *
Behind the principal's door, out in the empty hallway, Amy quivered with a building desire. Her original shock had given way to another, more interesting sensation and almost absent-mindedly, her small hand slipped down beneath her dress. She lifted it up and let her fingers trace an invisible line up against her pale, white thighs, moving upward until she reached the uppermost portion where small tendrils of pubescent hair drifted beyond the tiny limits of her sex. Her fleecy young pussy pulsed with a rising moistness ... her face glistened with the natural oils of youth, and she caught her breath as her lacquer-covered middle finger traced the prickly area of her pussy. Gradually, she found her way to the folds of soft, hidden flesh under the matted tufts of young, hot-yet matured pubic curls under the lacey panties she wore. Already experienced, her finger searched for the protruding tip of her clitoris. With a sigh, she felt a sharp thrill rush through her as the tender surface was exposed to her manipulating. The feeling rose from her tiny pink and coral pussy up across her trim little belly where it lingered before rising higher still to reach the taut protrusions of her breasts, which although now of a medium size, gave promise of growing much larger ... already their shape was like that of a large perfect lemon, just the right size for biting into. It was hard to keep on watching and to start the delicious back and forth motion with her finger at the same time, but by doubling herself up a bit, she managed it. While the satiny tissue of her pussy slipped easily beneath her own finger, Amy's eyes remained glued to the opening of the keyhole, where she was able to watch her principal bring Mrs. Snelling to her first climax.
"OOOOOHHHHH...." Ivy sang out, feeling Joe's hot body pressing heavily down on hers now while the tautly stretched moons of her buttocks split wide, her legs dangling in midair as her cuntal muscles began to vibrate with urgency and then to contract wildly. A series of Spasms took hold of her as the driving cock sped ever upward into her, pushing the trembling folds of her cuntal walls steadily back, massaging them internally with each withdrawal. He brought his huge shaft all the way out of her, leaving just the head at the entrance and then, with all his might, rammed back into her streaming passage.
"Aaaahhhh . .she screamed, bucking up against his savage thrust. Joe crooned with delight, knowing she was starting her orgasm. Gasping for air, he fucked mercilessly deep into the soft confines of her cunt, watching as he did so the way his cock appeared and disappeared into the hungrily clutching aperture of her straining pussy. His balls ached painfully and as she continued to grunt steady words of encouragement to him, he knew that he, too, was going to cum. His big cock seemed filled with a hundred sparks, and he felt a total exhilaration as he dominated the shy school teacher who had grown more beautiful every year in the time that he'd known her. And now, she was his ... as much his as she could possibly be. His sperm seemed to be crying out within his balls, begging for release into the hot steaming pit of Ivy's womb.
* * *
Bradley hobbled up the stairs towards his father's office, dragging his injured foot painfully as with his left hand he pulled himself up the last three torturous steps. Damn! but it hurt, he winced, his sweat and dirt smeared face a mask of masochistic self-pity, a victim of America's favorite sport. A streak of blood smeared his green and white football jersey where he'd wiped his bludgeoned nose after Fat Freddy Winslow creamed him in the second half. Those injuries never lasted ... youth heal fast, especially when a budding ego demands it.
But it was an inconvenience to say the least. Now he wouldn't be able to meet Amy after school, because no way in hell could he ride his bike home with his ankle throbbing like a second heart. Now he'd have to hit on his old man for a ride home.
As he ascended the last step, he broke out in a cold sweat, but it wasn't his foot that provoked the stifled cry in his fourteen year-old throat.
Bradley's mouth gaped in wide surprise as he was greeted by the sight of Amy, oddly doubled up on top of her school books and poncho, down on the floor outside of his dad's office door. She appeared to be looking through the key hole, but from time to time, she just threw her head back and gave herself up to the overpowering sensations that seemed to be wracking her young body. One small hand had hiked up her dress while the other ... the other! Bradley almost fell backwards. He had not seen his young sweetheart naked before and it was clear to him immediately that she was doing the same thing to herself that he did to himself almost every night in bed, more and more recently, and usually after one of his bad dreams that started with his mother coming home late at night, hysterical with alcohol, throwing things around. Amy's other hand was fumbling within the sparsely hair-covered mound that was high-set between her slender tapered thighs. She was kneeling on the books with her legs widespread and he could see everything clearly since her panties strangled her ankles in a comic vice. The lower half of her body seemed unduly agitated and her entire pelvis shook lewdly, while the expression on her face was almost frightening.
In an instant, he felt his own genitals responding to her obscenity. He was profoundly shocked though in spite of his excitement ... never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined that she would do such a thing!
"MMMMMmmmmmm!" he heard her moan in the empty hallway, it's vacuousness ironically reverberating her stifled cry. Amy was panting ... her eyes wide open, but glazed and unseeing. She had abandoned the keyhole for a moment, and now both her hands went sliding between her trembling thighs. From his position down the hall with his head peering above the top step where he'd painfully stretched out, Bradley could see the widely spread cleft of his sweetheart's small cunt, the pink jeweled entrance to her treasures (the one's he'd never touched) appearing briefly from moment to moment as her pelvis bumped lewdly upward. Amy's small pink tongue flicked out of the side of her mouth as the dual ravishment of both her hands, all ten fingers, beat a wild tattoo upon the sensitive tissues of her virginity. Her legs twitched and the area between her thighs was wet and shiny from the natural juices that flowed downward. Bradley watched, his hand reaching down for his erect penis as his girl friend's fingers tangled in the soft blonde hairs, separating them and spreading the small pillows of her sex wide, allowing him the privilege of looking inside.
He was amazed by the way she looked down there ... so different from him. Of. course, he knew that women were different, but he had never really dared to wonder exactly how they actually looked. She was mewling now, like a lost kitten, and as Bradley's fingers began to extract his hard young member from his jersey, he saw her look through the keyhole again. WHAT WAS SHE LOOKING AT? He couldn't imagine what kind of sight could provoke such a reaction; he himself was usually only aroused to the state where he would do such a thing by the most absurd, farfetched dreams. What was so interesting about his father's office? What was his father doing in there?
But he quickly dropped the question, concentrating instead on his own fantasies. During the day, he hardly ever admitted those images to himself, but at night and now ... he couldn't help recalling what they were about. They were always about Mrs. Snelling, his English teacher. Oh, what a woman she was; a mixture of lover and mother all rolled up in one luscious hunk of flesh that, in his dreams, he'd fondled and kissed many times.
In fact, it occurred to him now as he watched Amy playing with her moist, young split that that must be the way Mrs. Snelling looked. His dreams about her were always vague, but still highly stimulating. She was always kissing him, hugging him ... and once in a really good one, she had played with his rock-hard prick. He had always awakened to finding himself holding on to himself, doing just what Mrs. Snelling had been doing in the dream. It was getting so that he could hardly look her in the face whenever he walked into her classroom, or brushed against her soft body in the hallway ... and when she actually bent low to explain how to analyze a sentence, her perfume rushing to his head, he often thought he would burst with longing ... a strange unquenchable longing for her! And now Amy was exposing her most private parts ... unknowingly, of course, but still ... there she was, right in the middle of the hall, jiggling her blond-fringed pussy, the most intimate and sacred part of her body!
Bradley stood transfixed by the sight of her, his penis swelling uncomfortably as he squeezed it tenderly, his own eyes filming over with a desire-inspired glaze. His youthful rod turned a deep red as he hotly slipped the foreskin back and forth over the rubbery head.
"Oh, yeah...." he thought, keeping an eye on Amy's convulsively wriggling form. Oh, yeah!
Amy snuck another peek through the keyhole in time to see Mrs. Snelling expand into the full frenzy of her orgasm. Her entire lusciously curved body nakedly arched beneath Mr. Candor's thrusting hardness, her face almost unrecognizably distorted by her passion. A steady wailing scream spewed forth from her wide open mouth and she clung to his back with both hands and heels, doing an odd sideways dance with her climaxing pelvis. Her raging hot cuntal walls clung to the enormous prick that filled them so entirely, while gushing sparkles of light seeped through her, throbbing wildly throughout every pore of her being. It was like falling from a tall building and being shattered upon a blissful surface, expanding and f lying out into that very same space in a million tiny glittering pieces!
"OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAHHHHHHEEE!" she wailed pitifully, ending in a soul-rending moan of spasmodic delight. Her legs quivered in midair for several seconds and Amy saw Mr. Candor quicken his pace at last, ramming into her with short hard strokes that triggered her inner explosion and kept it exploding for a long time.
Every sinew in Joe's body was taut, especially those of his arms and neck and as he bellowed out his final cry; Amy saw his stick his enormous cock so high up into Mrs. Snelling's cunt that he lifted her clear off the sofa. They seemed to hang that way for ages and then to fall in slow motion back to the couch and the soiled, crumpled plastic.
Her own features crisped, Amy felt like screaming, but all that came out was a low-toned hum from between tightly clenched teeth. Her fingers flew methodically from her tiny jumping clitoris to the entrance to her virgin passage, stopping there to form a neat circle where it was most sensitive and then returning among the wet gelatinous folds to frictionize the entire area of her hot young pussy. It was so good! Oh, God, it was good! She was sure that it was almost as good as what her principal and teacher were feeling at that very moment as his sperm raced pell-mell into her deep vaginal passage!
"...NNNNNmmmmmmm ..She arched herself inward and fell back on the books, her long legs stretching out, almost as white as her panties that were stretched a foot wide at her ankles.
Bradley could see that she was cumming quickly and that she was cumming more than once! So that was the way women did it! he thought, excitement making his hand move faster and faster over his throbbing cock. The idea that he could learn many things from Amy ... even things about his English teacher thrilled him to the point where he knew that he, too, was going to cum. Amy's legs were scissoring back and forth and one of her hands was now raised to her perky young breasts. The dress she wore lay in wrinkled folds around her neck, the back of her silken body free of any constricting brassiere. That, too, thrilled Bradley. Her young white body gleamed like some precious animal sacrifice exposed completely to his avid stare. She was beautiful, he thought. Really beautiful! And she was his girl friend!
But as he lingered lovingly on the downstroke before he knew that he, too, would cum, he thought that she was still not as beautiful as Mrs. Snelling with her dimply cheeks, her shining blue eyes and her beautifully matured body. As the mounting climax took hold of him, he saw Amy's legs stiffen out again. Her breasts bounced a bit upon her chest and she appeared to inhale deeply.
The mound of her pussy showed itself to him in profile, a fuzzy blonde baby mountain besieged by her fingers. His cock began a sudden jerking motion and started spewing white jets of cum onto the step. In his mind the whirling lustful flames that consumed him were directly connected with Amy lying there on the floor. It seemed as if he were cumming all over her, down to her pubic mound ... and then her body merged with Mrs. Snelling's only to separate and in his fantasy then became two naked bodies lying side by side, receiving his cum. "Oh, God!" he whispered loudly as he reached the apex of his orgasm and saw that Amy was thrashing about upon the floor, her legs lewdly pulled up to give better access to her hungrily clenching young cunt.
Bradley slumped against the railing, exhausted and a little confused. And from between his lips escaped the words, "Ohhhh ... Mrs. Snelling....
* * *
Ivy lay panting and satiated beneath her superior ... for some reason, the first thing she had thought about after her orgasm was Joe's son, Bradley. She lay quietly now recovering slowly from the incredible emotions that had been ripped from her. She felt a wave of shame pass through her after thinking about Bradley ... a kind of sadness she couldn't explain. Maybe it was a projected disappointment that the boy would feel should he ever find out that his father, a married man, and his English teacher had made love right there in the school! Well, what if he knew that the woman he had a crush on was capable of. This unforgivable sin with Mr. Candor ... but, God, she had to admit it was wonderful. Even now, she still found herself clinging to Joe's back, listening to the sounds of his heart as it thudded hard against her chest. Her breasts were smashed beneath his heaviness and she could still feel the girth of his prick throbbing deep in her sore, but tingling cunt. She felt conquered. For the first time the use of that word in sex became clear to her. Yes, he had conquered her as surely as some master with his slave. Only she had been willing ... more than willing. She sighed a little and felt him stir above her. His hard, flat stomach felt so wonderful on hers ... his thigh bone dug into hers a bit.
Then, just when she least expected it a new wave of remorse struck her and she was suddenly in a hurry to get up. She had just thought of her husband Sandor at home not even waiting for her, of that she was sure, but noticing no doubt the length of her absence. The bastard!
"Joe ... Joe ... I have to go...." she whispered urgently. "We ... shouldn't have...." she stammered...."Please let me up now...." She pushed against him, trying her best to slip out from under his sturdy six-foot athletic frame. But he pushed her back down, and she felt his cock pulse up against her cervix, pulse, and grow thick again. A violent thrill rippled through her like lightning and she fell back stunned by the strength of her renewed desire for him.
"Oh, darling . .she murmured huskily up into his mouth as he began to again fuck slowly in and out of her already sperm-filled pussy. "OH God, darling, don't stop ... please don't stop! Fill me up again with your hot cum!"
CHAPTER THREE
Bradley slept late that Saturday morning, awakening with a dull, tingling feeling in his extremities, probably from the pain-reliever his father had given him to ease the piercing throb in his ankle. Experimentally, he moved it, delighted to feel no pain. He jumped out of bed, savoring half-awaken memories of the day before. Damn! Life was getting more interesting all the time, with that little Amy showing off her behind to the world and teaching him things he thought only an older woman could. Boy, he couldn't wait to see her today! Maybe he'd invite her over to listen to records....That is if his alcoholic mother wasn't parading around the house in her wine-stained bathrobe with a cigarette dangling between her swollen lips as was her habit when she was home. But he hadn't heard her stumble in last night. Maybe she wasn't home. Good ... Poor Dad, he thought, why hadn't he married a pretty woman like Mrs. Snelling? It hurt him to think that way, but over the years guilt wasn't part of his attitude any more.
Thoughts returned to Amy. He wished somehow, that he could see more of what really made up a woman-those secret, treasured parts that only a man in the most intimate of situations is blessed with seeing.
He hurried to the bathroom, brushed his teeth and washed his pubescent face with his special acne preventative, and then leaned closer to the mirror to see if his peach-fuzz growth had grown any in the past eight hours. He was tickling his upper lip with his fingertip, testing it, when he heard stirrings in the house. Carefully, he snuck to his bedroom, put on a pair of levis and a sweatshirt, and headed for the kitchen, a whistle on his lips.
He was surprised when he saw his father sitting at the kitchen table over a cup of steaming black coffee. He hadn't shaven yet, something unusual for his knatty father who prided himself on his grooming. Bradley decided his father looked disgruntled ... a little bit the way he looked when he and his mother had a fight.
"Morning, Dad ... where's Mom?" Bradley asked as he pulled up a chair and sat down across from his father, and leaned his elbows on the food-stained checkered table cloth.
"Ah ... she's not home, son." Pain and sorrow etched darkly on Joe Candor's face. Another wincing sip of the hot liquid and he explained to his son-as best he could considering the brevity of his wife's note and his loss of sleep-that his mother had left. "Probably for good, son...." He'd said, resting his hand on his son's, studying his unblinking stare that reflected neither regret nor bitterness in Bradley's pure, blue eyes. Relief, pure and simple, edged with a latent smile lit his face.
"You mean it's just you and me now, Dad?" burst Bradley, thinking of all the freedoms he'd been denied because of his mother's anti-social bent. Unlike other children, he'd never felt proud of bringing kids home to his house to play. A new home life! That could only be for the better! He'd never day dreamed his mother leaving for good; Bradley stared out the kitchen window, watching a bird light on the peach tree, and tried to envision what it would be like living alone with his Dad. Did this mean he'd have to do all the cooking and cleaning? Ugh! His heart lightened when he recalled a television series where a father and son survived just fine without a woman. Of course, they were rich and could afford a maid....
Maybe Dad will marry somebody; somebody who doesn't drink and run around with other men, he thought. OH, man, this was complicated, real complicated. Listening to his father sadly slurp his coffee, he stood up, pushed back his chair, and gave his slumped over father a pat on the back, saying; "Don't worry, Dad. Everything's gonna be just fine. You'll find another wife. You're still young, Dad, and good looking, too! Amy's always tellin' me what a sexy hunk she thinks you are!"
Joe took another gulp of coffee and groaned, thinking something he never thought himself capable of: he, too, was relieved by his wife's departure. In fact, he was downright happy. Divorce had been in the offing for years, and he'd always put it off, waiting til Bradley was old enough to understand. Fortunately, his job was not under jeopardy; he'd served as principal at Emerson Junior High School for six years, and it was no ego-bust that everybody respected his position there.
Joe Candor sat up straighter now, although he ached all over from the unusual strain upon his muscles he hadn't used in years. And it wasn't from chasing his wife! But by God, he'd fucked the hell out of that sexy Ivy Snelling! he thought, pleased with himself. But it had ended up on a sour note . ,. where it should have been as sweet as the rest of the afternoon. When it was over, Ivy had suddenly turned on him, calling him every name she could think of before hurriedly pulling on her clothes and running from the building.
He was still hurt and puzzled over the whole event and, to be honest with himself, he realized it was that misunderstood parting with Ivy that saddened him this morning-not his wife's leaving.
Hell, I hope that goddamned auto mechanic she ran away with can make the bitch behave!
Bradley was back in a flash, the telephone receiver still hot in his hand. "Hey, Dad, Okay if Amy comes over to study with me? We got a theme due and ..
"Yeah, yeah ... okay," muttered Joe under his breath.
Bradley blurted his answer to Amy, then returned to the kitchen table, wondering if his father was down in the dumps because of his mother leaving, or if Amy's sneaking, peeping nose had unearthed some buried secret as she'd writhed on all fours to see through the keyhole to his father's office. That thought sent a shiver running down his belly and he pulled the chair in closer to the table so his father couldn't see the erection that had risen slightly in his tight levis. He got those erections all the time now ... at the slightest thought of anything the least bit interesting ... a can of root beer, a good grade in English ... Mrs. Snelling.....
Minutes later, there sounded a knock at the kitchen door, and Amy peered through the glass pane, shading her eyes with her petite hand, a happier girl now that Bradley had explained to her why he hadn't shown up for their date last night.
"Hi, Amy. Want a piece of toast or something to eat?" asked Bradley, trying his best to play host.
Bradley whirled about offering a chair to his thirteen year old sweetheart, and he felt his heart thudding loudly. His breath caught in his throat as he saw for the first time how beautiful she really was! She was wearing a tee-shirt and a pair of skin-tight shorts, so tight he couldn't see how she could have gotten them on ... and although Bradley couldn't see anything special about it, it made Amy look sixteen years old. Her ash blonde hair hung in curls around her shoulders and she looked as if butter would melt in her mouth. The young girl smiled sweetly at both her boy friend and his father, taking her place beside them at the table.
"You ... you want something to eat, Amy?" choked Bradley, a tinge of jealousy edging his voice as he noticed the rapt stare Amy leveled at Mr. Candor.
Bradley wondered if his father was noticing how beautiful Amy looked today too, and he wondered what he would think if he would have seen her with her dress pulled up around her hips, displaying the perfect petals of her little pussy as her fingers worked passionately within its deep fleshy folds. How would his principal father have reacted to that? But this was a brief speculation, for soon Bradley was lost in his own personal image of Amy ... the new one. She was a beautiful girl, not just the girl he'd almost grown up with, and he felt himself responding to her in an entirely new way as though his watching her the day before had turned her into a completely different person. He felt unaccountably shy with her and could not meet her eyes. Beneath the table, his swollen young penis pulsed hotly and from time to time he would cast sideways glances at the protrusions of her breasts where they pushed against her tee-shirt.
Yesterday he had seen them, he kept telling himself. But today, it was even more exciting, seeing her with clothes on! It was all very confusing. He'd never really taken her seriously as a female before-mostly because they'd known each other for too long to feel that heart throbbing curiosity that he felt with Mrs. Snelling-but now, man! He longed to talk to her, to ask her first what it was she was looking at yesterday, but he knew that that would automatically give him away and Amy would accuse him of spying on her.
Joe Candor looked at his son's girl friend, too, with the same surprise. There was something different about her today ... but he couldn't figure out what it was. She was getting to be a really pretty young lady; he'd watched her develop since she'd entered kindergarten with his son.
He'd always felt a kindred responsibility for her, and with something akin to panic, it occurred to Joe that one day in the not too distant future, his son's girl friend now only thirteen, would be moaning under some bastard like himself, having the time of her life probably, while some creep fucked the stuffing out of her! He got up and went to the stove to fetch the coffee pot, trying to tell himself what a damned fool he was for getting so excited about something that had nothing to do with him, when he had a head full of confusion with his own matters. Christ, his wife left him for a goddamned auto mechanic, his kid is ecstatic over it, and he's carrying on an affair with one of his teachers. What the hell time did he have for worrying about somebody else's kid?! But somehow, he couldn't erase the uneasy feeling and worse, he had a distinct image in his mind ... a full blown colored photo ... of what little Amy would look like panting and squirming while her little cunt was filled to the belly by some massive prick!
Abruptly, he left the kitchen and headed for the shower. He had to get away from those kids. The combination of what had happened with Ivy yesterday and what he'd just dreamed up about Amy was too much to swallow this early in the morning.
"Study hard, now," he called as he disappeared through the doorway.
Bradley and Amy stared at each other. Amy was dying to tell Bradley about his father and their English teacher, but something held her back. She felt adult ... very adult. The mysteries of life were opening up to her and she was more than equal to them. She felt strong and proud ... invincible really. She had seen something nobody in the school would have believed happened between the fatherly Mr. Candor and the pleasant Mrs. Snelling.
She looked up at her young admirer with a new fire in her eyes, trying to convey to him her new knowledge without actually using words ... but all that Bradley could see in her eyes was the reflection of his own desire-wracked face. He wanted to touch her ... to touch her between the legs just the way she had been touching herself ... that would be simple enough ... he had seen well enough what she'd done and he knew that he would be able to repeat it gesture for gesture.
"What are you going to write your theme on?" Amy asked suddenly, still staring at him strangely.
"Oh ... I don't know ... maybe on what it's like to not have a mother . ... "
"Oh...." Amy looked downcast. Bradley's rotten home life was no secret to anyone, but she'd never heard him be so jubilant about it before. She played with a crumb of toast at her right elbow, then noticing the sink full of dirty dishes, she looked up at Bradley. "How is she?" she almost whispered.
"Just fine. Gone! Finally left Dad and me to take care of ourselves."
"And ... and you're not sad? Gosh!"
The marked incredulity in Amy's tone roused a latent streak of guilt in Bradley's overly-enthused brain. "Hell no! Dad and me can take care of ourselves. Besides, he's still a good lookin' dude. I want him to marry somebody real pretty and sweet ... like ... like Mrs. Snelling!" He noticed Amy's eyes trailing the littered counter top and sink flush with dirty dishes. "Course, we're gonna have to get a maid...."
Amy rested her pixie chin in her up-turned palm and stared out the kitchen window. "I think I'll write mine on how to keep secrets," she smirked. "In fact, I wanna get started right away while my mind is hot...." She pushed back the chrome kitchen chair and started for Bradley's bedroom that doubled as his TV room and hobby comer, too. "We gonna work in your room?"
"Ah ... sure...." Bradley sat perfectly still, watching her walk away from him, heading down the hall. She swayed as she walked. Had she always done that? He didn't think so ... but then he hadn't ever thought of her as a grown woman before. He watched her all the way to the end of the hall where she turned for his bedroom until he saw her plop down on his single bed at the far end of the hall. The image of her full, yet compactly small buttocks remained engraved on his mind. He'd like to touch them too, he thought. He wondered if she would tell him what she'd seen through the keyhole.
He busied himself with the dishes, turning on the hot tap water and squeezing in a few squirts of Ivory liquid, hoping to prolong the time just as any child on the verge of adulthood has moments when he innately senses that there are some things far better than remaining a child. The hot water running over his hands helped to cool him down a little, for some unanswerable reason. Waiting until the suds were flush with the rim of the sink, he gathered up his Dad's dirty saucer from the kitchen table and dipped it in the water and, with a tired sigh, decided to let them soak, uncertain for the first time that day that being liberated was such a good idea.
Hastily, he headed for his bedroom where he could see Amy sitting cross-legged on his bed, madly writing on a tablet that she balanced on top of a notebook. "Hi!" he greeted, feeling a little hot in the cheeks.
She returned his smile. He found himself breathing hard as he sat down next to her on the single bed. Bradley looked at his young sweetheart, wondering if he had imagined everything that happened yesterday. She looked totally devoid of ever having had a lewd thought in her whole life. Her presence next to him was warm, quiet, and conservative, as she appeared completely engrossed in her writing. Several times he thought she was on the verge of breaking from her assignment, but then he was disappointed when she flipped over her sheet of notebook paper and started writing on the other side. A stomach-churning stab of guilt hit him when he remembered his ostensible reason for asking her over to his house to study ... that innocent provocation next to his dark lusty ones made him more excited, and once when his arm brushed against hers he felt the hairs on his neck standing on end. She jumped up, and it was then he realized she was as nervous as he. He decided to be the aggressor when she reached for the second sheet of paper.
"What did you do after school?" he asked shyly, amazed at his own boldness.
Amy looked at him curiously and answered:
"Nothin' much. Why?"
Bradley looked directly into her eyes and saw something like embarrassment there. And yet, Amy continued to meet his gaze defiantly. He coughed once and plumped up the pillow behind him.
"... ah, no reason. Just wondered."
"How's your foot? Did you ride your bike home?"
There was a long pause, and then Bradley did it: "No, I went up to Dad's office to catch him before he left. I saw you there...." No use turning back now.
Amy stirred beside him and said nothing. Finally she gathered the courage to look at him, realizing that Bradley must have seen her kneeling down on all fours in front of his father's office door. That meant he had to have ... oh, dear! she thought in severe discomfort. Then mustering up her bravado, Amy smiled. "Did you like what you saw?" she asked, her small pointed tongue lingering a bit on her lips before she tucked it back into her mouth.
Bradley's cock leapt to attention, pressing upwards. God, would it ever stay down again?
"... yes . .he answered. " ... very much...."
A force field had grown up between them and Bradley suddenly pushed his pillow behind his head. He felt as though every word they were saying was of some historical value, so important did it all seem. He could feel them drawing nearer to each other and nearer to the recognition of many secrets.
Amy's hand suddenly moved upward and touched his cheeks. He felt as though her fingers were burning a hole in his face and squirmed a little, but not so much as to make her move her hand away. He noted she'd set her notebook and tablet to the side, and that unspoken gesture bolstered his confidence. He didn't know quite what happened or how, but seconds later he simply leaned forward and kissed her. At first he kissed her tentatively on the cheek, as he had done several times before, but then he was shocked to feel her hands drawing him closer to her ... forcing his mouth hard against her softly giving lips. To his own surprise, he found himself drawing back, trying to get away.
"No ... no, Amy ... we've never...."
"Oh, come on, Bradley. Don't be such a square! There's nothing wrong with kissing!" Amy answered, her blue eyes shining. But nevertheless, Bradley saw that her lower lip was trembling and that she seemed on the verge of tears. Outside there was a roar of a revving car engine, and he knew his father was driving away.
"I ... I saw you yesterday ..Bradley blurted out as though this direct statement would clear the air between them. But Amy only leaned forward again and placed her lips on his, this time sticking her tongue out so that it wet his lips and poked between them, seeking entrance to his mouth. Bradley kept his eyes wide open, aware as strange streaks of excitement whirled round inside him, emanating from his lips and continuing throughout his body down to where his youthful cock jerked spontaneously below.
At last the kiss was over.
"Bradley, you've never touched me. Would you like to?" Amy asked. Her voice sounded low and urgent and Bradley remembered his earlier thought of wanting to touch her ... his fantasy of making her go through with it. But now, she was the aggressor and he ... God, why was he acting so dumb! He struggled inwardly against his reticence wishing to appear knowledgeable to his young lover ... but all he could do was stammer out a series of unintelligible sounds in answer to her request.
When Bradley did nothing further but remain sitting there close beside her on the bed, his arm touching hers, Amy smiled reassuringly up at him and said. "Here ... give me your hand."
Her hand felt cool and very small in his as she picked it up and placed it at the opening of her loose tee-shirt. Closing her eyes half-way and sighing a little, she gave it a little push into the material. Bradley's fingers encountered the creamy young flesh of her neck and then, naturally continuing downward, across the even textured skin. When his hand came to a stop just before reaching the faint rise of the top of her breast, Amy prompted him.
"Go on ... go on ... a little bit more...."
Bradley felt like a time bomb about to explode, but he let his hand be guided still deeper into the mysterious cavern of her throat. Then the tips of his fingers were brushing the gently rising mound of tenderness that formed her right breast. He had never felt anything so soft! He knew that his own skin was not nearly so smooth and he was prompted to wonder if all women were like that ... perhaps even Mrs. Snelling! The very though of his teacher made him start to shake but at the same time his desire doubled instantly, giving him the courage he lacked. He reached out and cupped the entire mound of Amy's ripe young breast in his trembling hand. It his palm pulsed the rubbery tip of her nipple! It felt very odd and undeniably exciting. He remembered her barren back as she'd knelt before the principal's door yesterday, and how thrilled he'd been at the thought that she didn't wear a bra. His fingers came together to twist the firm bud of flesh and as he did so, he felt her wiggle and squirm a little.
"Ooooohhhh...." she sighed, leaning forward to kiss him again, "OOooohhh ..!"
Bradley recalled in vivid detail how Amy had teased her own breasts the afternoon before and began in earnest to attempt to recreate the experience she had given herself. He felt driven now, and he knew that he would need little guidance from that moment on. As she quivered with pleasure beneath his touches, a sense of power rose in him and he knew for the first time, the purely masculine joy of pleasing a girl. It was a heady feeling and one which gained complete control of him, making him lose track of the time and the place. He even forgot who Amy was. It didn't seem to matter really. With her lips so set and open, playing on his, her tongue thrust deep in his mouth, he could hardly think at all! What mattered was that he was a boy and she was a girl ... a more than willing girl at that! And as the delicious moments passed, he found himself becoming more and more agitated. His hand ground down upon the delicacy of her breasts now going from cone to the with feverish speed, and as he returned her fervent kisses, he pushed them both back upon the bed.
"Bradley ... oh, Bradley...." Amy murmured between kisses. " ... do me ... do me like you saw me do yesterday ... please!"
Amy felt as though everything was coming apart. She felt light and airy and totally receptive as little shivers took hold of her at her slightly older boy friend's strong caresses. From the moment he had first hinted about seeing her yesterday, she had felt a burning heat in her loins and urgent desires from him to touch her.
It had seemed like nothing could stop her from making that wish come true. Her nipples felt sensitive and red, but the pain was even more wonderful than the pleasure as she urged him to continue. She was lying flat on her back now and looking up at him. His boyish face was a mask of desire, and just looking at him made her squirm with lust. He was laying on his back beside her and she lifted her arms up to draw him over to her.
"Yesssss...." she hissed as his body molded over hers. "Yesss ... "
"A ... A ... Amy...." Bradley stammered, seeing his girl friend for the first time. "Are ... are you sure?"
"Oh, yes ... I'm sure ... like yesterday ... just like you saw me doing...."
Bradley's hand fumbled forward and downward. He could hardly breathe correctly and sometimes he found he was holding his breath and other times panting lewdly. His hand traveled down along her belly and he felt her lifting up to undo the back of her shorts. Her pelvis bumped up against his and he felt his hard, incited young cock digging through all the layers of material into her stomach.
Amy felt it prod just as she undid the zipper on her shorts and she gulped. She hurriedly and awkwardly tried to pull the shorts down and Bradley found himself helping her. But by bit the brief pants peeled down and it was clear that she was naked underneath them. Down, down, over her young, but already rounding hips, and pale white loins ... revealing her bellybutton and the naked expanse of her flat stomach ... then the same golden patch of light triangular fuzz that he had spied yesterday ... only now it was so very near ... came into view!
Bradley swallowed the excess saliva that seemed to have accumulated in his mouth as Amy kicked off her shorts. His hands resumed an ardent manipulation of her pliant young breasts. Wave after wave of hot passion overwhelmed him as his fingers ran harshly and then lightly over her young girlish titties. He was enjoying them like a child with new toys on Christmas morning. His other hand lingered at the tiny hollow of her navel scarcely daring to move on. It seemed that it would stay there forever when suddenly, Amy whispered, "Let's play a game...."
Amy's entire lower torso was undulating now beneath his hand and he was lying half on her and half on the bed.
"Game? What kind?" he asked, his prick aching, balls tingling.
"A pretend game...." Her hand was on his ... the one on her belly ... and she began to move it down along the satiny naked flesh.
"Do you think I'm pretty, Bradley?" Amy asked, changing the subject now, almost timidly.
"What game?" Bradley almost shouted. Everything was just too much for him now and he was suddenly unaccountably angry. The slowness with which his hand inched toward the tousled blondeness of her moist little pussy was almost unendurable but he was powerless to make it go faster to give his hand a will of its own.
"I read this game in a book once. You pretend I'm somebody else and I pretend you're the man of my dreams, okay. Then we'll tell each other later."
Bradley never got a chance to answer his girl friend's question as at that very moment, his hand found itself entangled within the wetness of the hair-fringed opening of her small palpitating pussy.
And as far as he was concerned, it wasn't Amy he was touching ... he was playing her game all right ... and he wasn't touching Amy's cunt at all....It was Mrs. Snelling's! She too, would be blonde down there and she would feel just like that. The wet slit opened at the slightest touch of his fingers as he let them dip into the soft .fleshiness of the fuzz-lined lips. She was rolling on the bed, her pussy squirming from side to side, making his fingers touch every seeping bit of it ... from the top of the tiny tip of flesh that sprang back beneath his prodding to the deep well-like clefts, the protruding inner lips ... then down below to the tiny throbbing hole!
Unbelievably, he felt a totally unexpected touch on his groin. Amy was fumbling at his fly, searching for the zipper. With accumulating desire, he felt her pull it all the way down and then she reached inside to fondle his hot, raging penis. She pulled on it and it sprang out, bobbling like a fish out of water. Amy's voice reverberated softly in the bedroom.
"Oh, darling ... Oh, Joey...."
Bradley was shocked, but the sudden knowledge that his father was the person Amy was imagining was enormously stimulating and he felt his cock leap in her warm caressing palm. He renewed his fervent touches, no longer ashamed to be imagining his beautiful English teacher now that he knew the full extent of Amy's imagination. If she could focus on his father, then certainly she .couldn't be jealous if Ivy was his choice. Fair was fair. He let himself slip even more completely into his fantasy as surely as his fingers dup wetly between her hot young thighs.
As his finger worked firmly within the confines of the tiny slippery hole between her legs, Bradley had another moment of indecision. This is wrong ... very wrong! But just as the thought flashed across his mind, a vision of his English teacher's face superimposed across Amy's and simultaneously, she pushed his foreskin all the way down to the base of his now raging penis.
"Oh, God ... ohohohoh ... it's wonderful ... don't stop ... don't stop ... He felt a thick tension building up inside him. His cock in his girl friend's hand, letting the tiny drops of per-cum slide down on her fingers, caressing the thick head, slipping rapidly up and down.
"Joeeeeeyyy ... oh, Jooeeeeeyyy . .Amy moaned, her voice sounding as though she were in a coma ... coming as if from the bottom of a well. She was in heaven. It felt wickedly good ... so good to have the double joy of her boy friend's frantic hand at her lustful cunt and the bitter-sweet dream that that hand belonged to Bradley's father. She could feel Bradley's middle finger manipulating her virgin flesh in time to her heart beat! No one else had ever touched her before and she realized how much greater the pleasure was then when she used her own hands. She held onto her boy friend's penis, instinctively doing the right thing and learning from his reactions just what he liked best. She could feel the hard ragged weave of the notebook on her buttocks and Bradley's finger on her breasts and her blonde cunt felt magical. Her whole body writhed uncontrollably on the bed as she parted her legs wide to accept the welcoming intrusion of her boy friend's father's ... yes, it was Mr. Candor's hands. She clutched at the hard prick in her hand with great urgency while pushing her hips up so that the fingers could smooth deeply within the folds of her tight, young pussy. She felt a certain madness as her young loins began to tingle with a growing sense of complete abandon. There was nothing else in the world but this wonderful sex ... and she vowed silently through her passion to devote herself to it from now on. It felt just too darned good!
Bradley's fingers strained to gain entrance to her cuntal passage pushing at the tiny vaginal slit that he had so recently discovered. He thought he was going to cum, but remembering the afternoon before, he realized that Amy had not yet responded completely as she had done in her final agony on the school's hallway floor! It was hard to restrain himself, all the while pushing his finger upward against the tight opening at the base of Ivy's pussy.
"MMMMMmmmm...." Amy moaned, "Oooohhhh, Jooeeeyyy ... do it ... to meeee...." she begged, gasping. She was coming near the orgasm as Bradley's finger gave a last push and entered the minute vaginal channel, sliding halfway up inside the incredible wet warmth. Amy's body became something no longer kin to human. She was twisting and turning, grinding her teeth, opening her small well-formed thighs outward and then rapidly closing them in, vise-like on his churning hand.
"Oh, God, oh yes, Joeeee!. . Amy fell back still under the lascivious control of Bradley's finger, her little pussy convulsing wildly as delight gurgled through her sensitive nerve endings. She saw flashes of light behind her closed eyes and thought she was blacking out. The pink flanges of her pussy gratefully responded to Bradley's rapid finger fucking, shivering with a new torment as her virgin vagina was penetrated deeper and deeper by his probing digit.
Automatically, her hand jerked back and forth on Bradley's cock, pulling the loose foreskin upward savagely as she rolled beneath the effects of her orgasm. The tip of his cock appeared one last time before he threw his head back to spurt unevenly at first and then a thick long stream flooded forth from his jerking cock. His balls were dancing as they let loose their fluids, relieved to be rid of their hot searing contents. Bradley looked down and seemed to see Mrs. Snelling's face once again ... seemed to feel her orgasmic fluids seeping around his fingers and as his sperm fell across the naked belly of the young girl beneath him, he saw Ivy's creamy nudity, the light downy fuzz that led a straight path down her stomach toward the hot little spot down between her quivering legs.
Amy groaned as the last dregs of her orgasm spun through her. She lay as though thrown on the floor from a great distance, her legs crooked, body twisted ... only the lower half of her completely naked ... her upper torso still covered by her crumpled tee-shirt. In her ears she still heard her own cries as well as Bradley's.
"Who did you dream of, Bradley?" Amy wanted to know, just before Bradley fell over her in a crumpled heap.
Bradley wasn't sure how his young lover would take it when he told her it was Ivonne Snelling, their English teacher, who'd really prompted him to orgasm. But since she'd asked, he had to tell.
"Mrs. Snelling!" Amy's perky upper lip buckled with anger. "How dare you?" She pushed his sweaty body off of hers. "Why do I always have to be second choice to her?"
"It was your idea!"
Amy's lower lip pouted out above her dimpled, pixie chin. "You didn't have to get so carried away!" The plotting thirteen year old brought out into a puzzling smile. "I won't be mad at you if you'll do it again . .her voice was low and sing-song, something Bradley guessed she'd picked up from watching too many soap operas on television. Amy loved the dramatic.
Bradley's wits sharpened. "Okay, but you gotta promise me something ... you gotta tell me what you saw through Dad's keyhole, or else I'm not gonna touch you ... ever again!"
"That's not fair!" She protested and pouted, but in the end, told him about Mrs. Snelling and his father.
"Hey! That's really somethin'!" Bradley's eyes lit up and his mouth stretched into a wide jack-o'-lantern smile. Amy hadn't noticed his enthusiasm; her mind was at work twisting and modifying a plot she had read once in a book.
Her young, naked body curled up tight to Bradley's panting form. Amy put her finger to her lip, stared her boy friend in the eye with devilish concentration, and unraveled her plan, step by scurrilous step.
Her frank speech and her Sherlock Holmes' techniques, couldn't help but amuse Bradley who could see in her intricate plan, a juicy plum ready for plucking. "Oh, Mrs. Snelling, he thought. You think my Dad was something in the sack. Just wait til I get a hold of you!
CHAPTER FOUR
Whoever that anonymous caller was, he had to have known the exact moment Ivy stepped into the teachers' lounge for her eleven o'clock coffee break. The timing was too perfect for coincidence. And the muffled voice had sounded so close by, too close for peace of mind. It sound-oh, my Lord-as if the caller was the school building, watching her every move.
Ivy threw herself onto the dark plastic couch and noted with horror that it matched the one in Joe's office, it's cold crackle a bitter reminder of that afternoon in Joe's office when he had made love to her so brutally! Because she had let him ... Now because of her adulterous ways, some nefarious character was threatening her with exposure!
Oh, who would resort to such evil? Another teacher perhaps? One of her students? WHO? Ivy choked down the acrid coffee, but it never seemed to find its way to her stomach, staying, instead, in an acrid pool of bitterness in her chest. Who in this small, congenial town hated her enough to ruin her marriage and her career? Just last year she'd won the Teacher of the Year award. Didn't that prove Emerson loved her?
Her marriage? Huh! That was a bad joke at best ... but the children. Oh, how I'll miss the children ... I'll be thrown out of school, banished from the town. , . from Joe, from Sandor ... from everybody if I don't show up tonight. They ... they warned me. They said if I don't, everybody in town would hear about Joe and me. Oh, I've ruined him, too. It wasn't enough that I made a mess of my own life, but now I've ruined his life, too. And poor Bradley. What would he think of me if he knew ... I've perverted innocence. Money. They must want money.
Ivy's face turned pale and she scurried back to the hallway, finding an empty class room and perching herself there on a stool by a window over-looking the football field where third-hour boy's physical education was nearing its last fifteen minutes of soccer practice.
The telephone call churning over and over in her mind with wicked rapacity, she thought of Joe, realizing that since that afternoon she had been thinking of him night and day. Worse, her body seemed to crave his touch. Her days had passed slowly and painfully since she had given in that day in his office and Sandor's ill humor didn't help much, either.
He always accused her of being unconcerned ... and when it came to their home life, he was right. It seemed especially true since she had Joe in her life. She was nothing but a common adulterous housewife! Still, there was no excuse for her behavior with Joe.
Imagine her, Ivy Snelling, receiving a blackmail call! It was like something in one of those soap operas on TV ... only this one was real. Even with the terrible knowledge that someone else ... probably more than one person since the had said, "we" knew about her indiscretion with the principal. Had someone been watching through the window? Or had they been spied upon that earlier time in the gymnasium when she'd let Joe kiss her. The idea of some jealous person or persons, watching her in such intimate moments sent chills of terror through her.
* * *
Amy and Bradley rushed home from school together. They both felt breathless and keyed up about the audacious plan they had devised for the evening. They rushed to Bradley's bedroom. Together they became devilish master planners, giving each other the courage to go beyond the limits of fantasy ... bringing out all the strange thoughts in their minds to a world of stark reality. Ever since Amy had told Bradley about his father and their teacher, the two of them had been plotting and scheming, trying to think of some way to achieve the perverted ends each desired.
To them it seemed only natural that they should be able to taste the same forbidden fruits so freely sampled by their principal and teacher. Not knowing that the meeting Amy had overseen was the first of its kind, they imagined that the two of them had been earring on for some time ... and mixed with their newly aroused licentious interest was a perverse delight in punishing their elders.
Bradley looked across at his young lover now ... she was tearing his pillow case in half, making a tight blindfold, then testing them to make sure they were strong enough. Bradley was leafing once more through the marital sex manual Amy had stolen from the public library and he felt his penis tense with anticipation of the night's adventures. He and Amy had made love many times since that first afternoon in his bedroom, but Amy had always insisted that it be the same way. She was saving herself, she told him ... for a special man in her life. It was hard for him to keep from begging her over and over again to allow him to go all the way. Because now he wanted to ... wanted to desperately ... even with the thought of seeing Ivy ... he could see Amy's legs outstretched and between them, the nylon covered patch of her panties that covered her blonde, fuzz-covered young pussy.
Amy looked up at Bradley and recognized in his eyes the familiar spark of lust that she'd seen so often recently. It instantly kindled an answering signal within her loins. Her handsome boyfriend had become such an expert at titillating and teasing her tiny 'cunt. She scrambled to her feet and approached him to where he sat in his desk chair. She began to slip out of her white panties as she walked. When she reached him, they formed a tight stretch of flimsy white nylon dropped down around her ankles. Still sitting down, Bradley reached out and helped her step out of them and let his hands run up along her smooth calves, continuing slowly and with great deliberation until he reached the area just below her excitedly quivering pussy. By picking up her skirt, he could look directly up into the rose and gold--haired slit between her creamy thighs.
"Oh, God...." I can hardly wait until tonight.
* * *
Joe Candor poured himself a scotch, not bothering with ice cubes or a splash of water. That would dilute it too much, and tonight he needed it straight and strong. He'd been hoping to share an after-school drink with Ivy, loosen her up a little, as it had that afternoon not to long ago. Nothin' doin' was her attitude. Damn, she'd been just plain rude. Something had to be bugging her. Maybe it was that time of the month ... maybe ol' Sandor roughed her up a bit.
Life was playing dirty pool with him. First his wife leaves him (though barely a trace of regret did he feel), and the woman he really wants to get close to brushes him off like dandruff on a black sweater.
How much abuse could a man take? He gulped down the liquor, then smacked his lips.
An extrasensory perception set off a small charge within him. Something was wrong: it clung in the air like a foul odor and in that infinitesimal second, he flashed on Ivy Come to think of it, she was strangely aloof and withdrawn at the faculty meeting today. Nervous and jittery. Tomorrow he would comer her, call her into his office and demand to know what was going on.
CHAPTER FIVE
Fallen leaves crunched under Ivonne Snelling's low-heeled pumps as she followed the sidewalk leading from the school's parking lot to the athletic field beyond, where the vacant bleachers made black streaks against the evening skies. She had dressed in a simple wool skirt and sweater, and clutched a handbag. She had already done all the thinking she could stand ... examining the problem from as many aspects as she could. Oddly, she was not afraid for her life ... all they wanted surely was money. She would either have to convince them that they were mistaken ... once she found out how much they knew ... or dig up some money somewhere. Ironically, she had few savings, despite her husband's wealth. That, like everything, struck her as indecently confusing.
* * *
Amy and Bradley were waiting ... not under the floodlights of the athletic field, but at the far end near in the parking area, directly behind the concession stand. Earlier in the day-after football practice-Bradley had stolen the key from his father's key chain containing keys to every lock on the school premises and now, he slipped the lock open, feeling a surge of manly power and significance that only entering a arsenal of candy bars and potatoes can bring. He'd made Amy promise not to steal any. They kept the door ajar, both trembling with fear and apprehension. Bradley looked at his wrist watch his father had given him for his birthday. It was almost time for Ivy Snelling to round the curve and come into full view under the moonlight.
He held onto Amy, who was standing in front of him, her tight little buttocks pushing neatly into his groin. They were leaning against the cool brick of the concession stand. They were both dressed in levis and tee-shirts. In his pockets Bradley had the gags and blindfolds they had devised. His hands trembled as they rose up along Amy's compact torso beneath her tee-shirt. Her smooth skin was naked beneath the cotton as his fingers reached the already hard nipples that formed small peaks at the tips of her shapely little breasts and he began to nervously twist them. He heard Amy moan and felt her twist a little, and then thrust her buttocks back against his rising penis. A few seconds later, they heard footsteps approaching and they knew Ivy Snelling was coming. They watched her in the darkness, her blonde hair glowing with what seemed to be a light of its own as she approached the concession stand. Bradley and Amy gave each other one last squeeze and began to creep toward her, keeping themselves under cover at all times. When they saw her tentatively pause at the school-side of the stand, they suddenly leapt forward and pushed her inside of the concession stand....
Ivy tried to scream when she felt the hands grabbing her from the back, but two hands clamped over her mouth while other hands quickly adjusted a blindfold to her eyes. She heard herself making muffled sounds ... frantic cries for help that came out nothing like the panicky shrill shrieks she was trying to make. She realized that she was being hustled into the concession, pushed ... and the shuffle of feet and the hands that she felt told her that there was more than one person there ... at least two ... maybe three, all working together assiduously. She thought she was going to faint then and there ... but some sense of self preservation kept her conscious. If she was going to be physically harmed, she had to remain alert as possible, to try to do anything possible to stop it.
She realized how foolish she was for not asking for any help ... as she felt herself being lowered ... to the floor? . ... no, it was too soft. It crinkled under her weight, and the residual smell of young-boy sweat told her it was an athletic mat on the floor, one that the children used for tumbling. To her surprise, the hands that lowered her were gentle, and she sobbed as best she could with the gag covering her mouth. Being unable to see was terrifying and she was sure now that she was involved with maniacs of some sort. Maybe, the school janitor ... now there was a suspect for you! She'd never cared for his sneering gaze when her found her alone in the school after the halls had emptied of screaming children. It had always made her nervous ... and now here he was, tormenting her with that same sneering attitude!
What was he going to do to her? She wanted to plead with him and his helpers ... but the gag kept her from being able to communicate with her attackers. Absurdly, she wished that she had had a drink or two before this dreadful night had started. As she lay back on what seemed a soft enough surface, she was puzzled as nothing further happened. She sensed the presence of others in what she knew was the concession stand, but she didn't know how near or how far away they were. Suddenly she tried to get up ... there was no ropes binding her. Perhaps she could get away! As she began to scramble to her feet, she felt herself being firmly pushed back to the floor.
"We're not going to hurt you," a strange voice said. It sounded as if it were being muffled in some way ... and yet there was something familiar about it ... something she couldn't quite place.
Ivy gulped and trembled. She felt so helpless ... so useless!
The voice continued ... was it the same one? She couldn't be sure.
"We intend to keep your little secret about you and the principal...."
Ivy was panic stricken. She felt guilty enough as it was about her warm feelings for Joe without having it drummed home to her in his hideous way. It was almost like some form of punishment ... and even though she had been shocked when she'd received the anonymous call, it had in some way seemed to be a product of her inner psyche. Hadn't she known all along that she would be punished for her unbridled lust for the school principal?
"Mr. Candor will hear about this!"
Joe! The word exploded in Ivy's mind. How could they possibly be so cruel as to ruin his career, too. She recalled her obscenely spread legs on the sofa that afternoon, and for the millionth time, wondered who had seen her and how. How ugly it must have looked, with Joe's knowing fingers playing teasingly between her thighs. Yes, she supposed someone could have taken offense at that. She had succumb like a slut to her body's desires ... quickly, without even thinking about it she had been overwhelmed and now she was getting her just desserts, all right! She just wished they would hurry and tell her what they wanted from her. She would agree ... she would steal from her husband if she had to ... anything!
"Are you sorry for what you did?"
It was an entirely different voice this time, coming from the right. She tried to be observant ... she might have to remember all of this later. She remembered movies she had seen during which the blindfolded detective was able to tell just where the criminals had taken him from certain sounds ... certain clues. But she didn't seem to be able to concentrate properly ... she was too afraid ... too upset.
Violently, Ivy shook her head yes ... up and down ... yes, yes ... anything ... she thought.
"Good!" the voice echoed. There was a pause. "First then, we will take off your clothes!"
Ivy jumped and automatically her hands crossed her breasts as though this futile gesture would protect her. She shook her head no just as violently as she had said yes before ... and tried once more to escape but she was forced back down once again and the mere touch of the alien hand now was enough to send her bringing back to the floor. She began to sob again, completely undone. How could this possibly be happening to her! She was going to be raped by complete strangers! The thought made her entire body tremble and shake all over and she felt as though she were going to lose all control of her senses. But instead, she just lay there cringing into what felt like an athletic mat on the floor, horrifying visions of what was to come filling her head.
"Don't worry...." a voice said, and it sounded almost kind. "We won't do anything to hurt you!"
From the other side a slightly higher-toned voice added: "You wouldn't want old Sandor to hear about this, would you?"
The very thought made Ivy want to disappear into the floor. If only she could somehow become invisible ... just to get up and walk out of there. If only she were somewhere miles away ... beyond reach ... out of sight of her lewd tormentors. But she wasn't and she couldn't help visualizing Sandor looking at her with accusative disgust after an anonymous phone call.
Her marriage-(what little was left of it) would be ruined ... Joe's job gone ... her reputation as the proper teacher shattered. Well, there wasn't much left of her marriage, but she couldn't let Joe be ruined. How would he support Bradley?
Her students! The students were bound to find out ... someone would tell them ... she was sure of that ... news travels like lightning on a wire in small towns! OH God, she had no choice. No choice! Only to give them what they wanted ... their evil dirty hands on her body ... forcing her ... touching her intimately! She shuddered on the damp mat and started to slowly shake her head yes ... shamefully ... up and down ... yes ... yes. For Joe's sake ... for her own sake ... and most of all she would submit for her student's sake!
Bradley glanced at Amy who was breathing hard through the handkerchief she was using to disguise her voice ... and he could see that on top of the stolen athletic mat lay the one woman who had occupied most of his dreams for the past year ... and maybe even more. Ever since he could remember, Ivy Snelling had been someone special to him ... even more special than his mother had ever been-even before she got man crazy! He didn't know just what the attraction was ... but it just was! Ivy too, had always seemed to return his special feelings ... when she looked at him in the classroom, Bradley always knew it was with great love ... and he didn't know how to describe it.
Now Bradley bent down toward the woman; he touched her foot and saw her involuntarily draw her leg away. Amy spluttered through the handkerchief: "Cooperate!"
Ivy felt two small hands slowly push her knees apart. She jerked and tried to stop them ... but someone else caught her hands and held them out on either side of her unprotected body. The hands were sliding hotly up the inner softness of her thighs under her skirt. Why hadn't she worn slacks! She twitched and moaned as they reached the top of her stockings and began to toy with the smooth sensitive flesh that lay between her hips and above her sheer hosiery. She heard heavy breathing and groaned from the awful humiliation of being touched by a complete stranger in such luridly helpless circumstances. Then another, more hideous thought struck her. No one knew she was here!
They could tie her up and leave her here for days and no one would discover her body until the next football game-and that was a full week away!
Bradley made light contact with the thin legband of elastic that surrounded the sheer pink panties where tiny blonde curls of pubic hair peeked out from underneath the edges. Ivy groaned and he rummaged about on the outer edges, pushing it and sliding the material into the narrow slit of her trembling cunt. He was surprised at how still she lay now, almost as though she had resigned herself to what was happening. A new shaft of excitement pierced his heart as the thought of his audacity. HE WAS ACTUALLY TOUCHING HER PUSSY! He felt Amy's bright eyes on him and he knew that all her lessons had served him well ... he was going to go through with the whole thing without a hitch. His wildest dreams realized!
He played teasingly at first and then his index finger slipped suddenly beneath the thin protective crotch band and he flicked at the moisture of her exposed cuntal lips where they pulsed involuntarily beneath the newest attack on her private world. She felt so open and vulnerable down there between her legs ... and she knew that the other person, whoever it was, was watching this lewd act ... an act of which she, Ivy Snelling, was the star!
" Bradley peered greedily up his teacher's skirt. But to him, she was more than a teacher, a beautiful luscious blonde creature who looked the way he had always imagined she would when they would be in the position they now found themselves to be. He feasted lewdly upon the light bearded little hole between her legs until Ivy suspected what he was doing and tiny tears of humiliation streamed down beneath her blindfold and she wondered what was to become of her. It was all so awful!
But she remembered the threats on Sandor and a determination rose in her to stand it in order to protect her world. Small choking sounds were rising in her chest, but she tried to stifle them. Perhaps if she acted as though she were aroused ... it would all be over faster! She fell back in helpless submission. There was nothing else in the world she could do! She felt the hem of her dress being pushed away up and bunched around her hips and all the while two hands held onto her arms, keeping her from moving them one way or the other. Then she felt her thin pink panties, no longer any protection to her, being slipped down over the tops of her naked thighs.
"Oh God, no, no!" she groaned helplessly, panic rising to the surface one more time. If only they could hear her cries, maybe they would let her go ... accept her money.
"Lift up!" the voice behind her commanded ... and after only a second's hesitation, she obeyed, lifting her back up and feeling the smooth material being slowly pulled down of her voluptuously rounded hips, rolling down her thighs, revealing the entire surface of her golden hair-covered pussy Bradley gasped. Ivy's pussy lay naked before him. He heard Amy give a stifled little cry too as they both stared at the sensuous sight of her helplessly exposed pubic triangle.
Ivy had never felt more degraded in her life. She knew that even when she got out of that building her life would never be the same again!
Bradley pulled the panties down along the moist exquisite legs and lifted them off of his teacher's feet. She was still wearing her stockings and her garter belt and low-heeled shoes, but he decided to leave those on ... they were sexy and they didn't hamper anything.
He looked up at Amy for advice ... shall we take her skirt and blouse off? Amy shook her head no ... and pointed to her watch and Bradley realized that it was true. The longer they took, the more danger there was in being caught. He would have to hurry. He bent over the helplessly spread female and first deeply inhaled the fragrance of her open pussy. The perfume on her body exhilarated him and he felt he was no longer a fourteen-year old boy but an ageless man ... a man who was born for this very moment. Hesitantly, beneath Amy's gaze, Bradley flicked out his tongue and wetly teased the slit of Ivy's pussy. His tongue ran over the tiny bits of smooth flesh as well as the golden curls of pussy hair that protected them. Ivy jumped against the hands that held her but to no avail ... thumbs spread the soft hair-lined lips between her thighs and the teasing tongue probed back into her widespread pussy. She felt him kneeling between her legs so that they would remain apart and he continued the lascivious stroking with his deftly worming tongue slowly up and down within her secret slit, pausing at the most sensitive areas to rotate it about in small titillating circles against the moist, bare flesh.
"Ohhhhh, God!" Ivy thought she was going to go out of her mind. Never had she felt more horrible and degraded. Ghastly! But she couldn't even cry out to him to stop. Inwardly, she screamed, I can't stand it ... I just can't stand it! Still the tongue teased between her open thighs, working its way all the way from her cunt through the palpitating narrowness of her outer cunt to the throbbing head of her clitoris. She was alarmed that this illicit flicking was making it begin to throb and she could feel it growing into a full erection against her will! She was squirming her hips down to the mat now in a futile effort to escape the punishing tongue, but it did not good. Low guttural moans and pleas rose in her throat, but was effectively stopped by the gag. The white plane of her belly danced before the children's eyes and Bradley continued his hungry lapping at her helplessly exposed pussy.
His eyes bulging up from his enjoyable task, Bradley looked beyond the golden-fleeced mound of Ivy's writhing cunt toward his little lover. She nodded for him to continue.
"She's getting hot now!" she mumbled excitedly through her handkerchief.
And it was true. Ivy's organs of desperation were slowly changing. Her thrashing body was quieting down to a more steady writhing. Her humiliation was turning into something else. The soft gentle stroking of her attacker's tongue was beginning to bring wicked tingles of pleasure to her brain. She felt exhausted by what was happening to her ... indeed, by all that had happened recently. An odd thought entered her tortured mind.
"If this is your punishment, you might as well enjoy it!"
And she felt her body begin a definite responsive reaction to the lewd caresses to which it was being subjected. She felt control slipping away ... but something told her she would have to get it back ... her body was betraying her! WHAT IF JOE WERE TO COME AND FIND HER ENJOYING THIS DEPRAVED LICKING DOWN BETWEEN HER LEGS? And yet, in spite of her resolve not to succumb, her cunt began to throb hotly and the wet tonguing of her clitoris was driving her insane. It was impossible ... but it felt wonderful! Yes, no doubt this was her punishment ... to actually enjoy a helpless cruel rape ... to find an obscene act performed upon her naked body exciting beyond all control....
"Mmmmmmm...." she repeated as he attached his mouth to the wide split of her cunt and began to suck upon the smooth moist tissues inside the bearded elastic mouth. "Ohhhhhhhh...?"
Suddenly there were hands reaching beneath her blouse, searching for her breasts. The person behind her was no longer holding her arms down, but was now teasing her nipples! Ivy abandoned herself to the sudden rush of pleasure as the unknown fingers twisted her erect, full rounded breasts, while down between her thighs her pussy seemed like a hot glowing coal being flamed to greater and greater heights of lust.
"Hurry ... put it in her now ... NOW!" the one at her breasts breathed excitedly. The voice was very close to her ear and again it sounded familiar ... it was a light voice, almost like a little girl's, but she knew that didn't make any sense. And, the obscene attentions being paid to her breasts and cunt made her beyond caring ... she felt lost ... a poor lost soul ... condemned to hell ... and that hell was now down between her open legs.
Bradley raised his glistening wet face and knew immediately what Amy meant. He quickly opened his fly and withdrew his thickly, pulsing member. It felt hard as granite in his hands ... and bigger than it had ever been. Before him, he took in the small pink opening of Ivy's seeping vagina ... just waiting and ready for his cock! HE WAS REALLY GOING TO FUCK HER ... YES HE REALLY WAS!!!
Ivy cried out at the sudden loss of contact at her yearning genitals. Oh God, he thought, she really wants it! She really digs it!
On impulse, he suddenly reached up and removed the gag from her mouth. He noted that Amy's fingers were hidden deep within her blouse and were kneading insistently at the older woman's breasts. The sight made his cock grow still harder. As soon as the gag was off, Ivy instantly ceased her mindless writhing ... there was a silence and then suddenly she said....
"Please ... Oh God, please do it to me now. Now ... NOW I TELL YOU!"
She had to quench the horrible desire that had risen inside her loins, had to know the physical peace before she could think straight. And besides ... then it would be over ... then she could leave ... It would all be over!
Bradley kneed up into her legs, holding his breath. His still virgin cock was going to know the inside of a woman's cunt for the first time in his life. What Bradley didn't know was that the first woman would be his own teacher!
"Ivy!" he thought. "Oh sweet Ivy ... I'm going to fuck you ... oh, wow, I'm going to fuck you!"
He took another look at her shapely, wildly opened legs and bent down to ease them still wider. Her stockings had gotten ripped somehow and her garter belt strands were all twisted and stretched. Her luscious coral-hued vagina seemed looser and moister than it had been before and Bradley thought he'd never seen anything so beautiful in his life. He pushed his cock forward and began to worm the smooth rubbery head of it into the velvety cuntal flesh."
"Ohhhhhh ... my God!" Ivy responded, the boyish prick tantalizing her tormented cunt until her helpless whimpers filled the whole room. And then finally, he thrust the thick tip into the surging entrance to her cunt, pushing upward, continuing the slow contact of penetration until his boyish young cock was finally buried completely up in her white quivering belly....
He gritted his teeth at the almost unbearably pleasurable sensation and refrained from calling out her name, listening as his teacher began chanting with desire.
"Ohhhhh ... aaahhhhhh ...!"
His body inclined back from her as his boyish cock attempted to reach the farthest height of her cunt and although it did not seem to go to the very end, it went in completely out of sight, buried deep inside her cunt so that his sperm-filled testicles hung flush against her smooth naked buttocks.
From her position staring down over her teacher, Amy could see that the older woman was completely out of her mind with sex. Her mouth opened and closed and sounds of ecstasy poured forth from it in a steady stream.
Ivy started rotating her hips up to meet the boy so that he had to hold onto her things to keep from being thrown backwards. His rigid shaft felt fabulously pressured by her raging cuntal sphincter. Again and again he shuffled in toward her on his knees, forcing his cock deep into his teacher's now hungrily contracting channel. It was like sliding into the ripeness of a peach or a mellow apricot as her hot streaming pussy hungrily swallowed his virgin young penis, pumping it lewdly, clutching at it as surely as a hand might have.
Amy watched, her fingers still kneading her teacher's wondrously soft breasts. She was fascinated at the sight of Bradley's obscenely thrusting, perspiring young body. Now that he was having his chance with the woman he was always dreaming of, then maybe she could have hers with Joe Candor. She wouldn't be second choice any more, as far as Bradley was concerned, and that thought made the triangle between her legs start to tremble with sweet anticipation ... and she gave out a slight moan herself at the sensuous feel of another woman's flesh beneath her fingers.
Bradley's cock, from where she watched, appeared and disappeared like a well oiled piston into Ivy's straining pussy. It was reddish and Swollen and each time he rammed into her, she gave an excited grunt and her breasts throbbed heavily in Amy's manipulating fingers.
Ivy's thighs spread even wider and she tried to lift her legs up higher so that the boyish feeling cock could enter her still deeper. Even though it was not very large, the lunging boy's prick was arousing her inner flesh with tantalizing hot blows ... and the perversity of her position of being fucked against her will by a complete stranger there in a deserted building in the middle of the football park made her feel a sudden and overwhelming desire to cum. She could hear her attacker groaning too, and she tried to visualize what this gentle rapist might look like. Impulsively, she lifted her hands since they were now free, and managed to touch his face. Why, it felt smooth ... with just a tiny bit of peach-fuzz lining his upper lip! Like a boy's! He was probably much older than her pupils, she thought. Maybe the attacker had never matured....
To avoid her fingers on his face, Bradley leaned forward over her, winding his hands into her hair, his mouth close to hers, his face near his young lover's who was kneeling behind Ivy's head. His prick kept fucking in and out of her and he laboured with delight over his beautiful blonde angel who writhed in helpless lust beneath him ... trying to hold back the flood of his rising sperm until she too had reached the most acute moment.
Amy had taught him well, he reflected, and although she had never let him fuck her little pussy, she had told him enough and together they had read enough to know what to do when the real trial came. He was gratified to feel his teacher's cuntal lips clasping tighter and more hungrily around the fleshy intrusion of his virgin penis.
Ivy began to feel the incredible rising completely helpless, not only because of her lewd attackers, but because of her own now uncontrolled masochistic desires. Her nerves felt stretched to the breaking point. There was nothing to do ... no place to go but up ... up into the delicious orgasm she felt beginning to build deep inside her hotly pulsing vagina. The cock inside her loins slipped out once and then quickly found its way back in again ... and with this renewed touch, her belly and loins suddenly exploded into orange and white sparks of fire ... a tiny pyromaniac had raced through every vein in her body, creating raging conflagrations where ever he went! Her orgasm flushed throughout her convulsively twisting body and she groaned out wildly as it hit with full force in the fiery pit of her golden pussy.
"Ohhhhh God, I'm cumming!"
Gushing waves of fluid flooded out around the young hammering cock, slipping forth from her widely parted cuntal lips as they clasped and unclasped around the neck of his penis. Her bliss was indescribable ... never ... not even with Joe had she cum so beautifully! And in the midst of it, she was spurred on by the feel of her attacker's wet semen splashing in an endless stream of hot molten lava deep against her cervix.
"Yessssss .. Bradley cried out, his hand tugging at her hair.
"I ... I'm ... cum ... cuummming ...!" Ivy cried out in anguish as above her two soft lips crushed down on hers as her student bent over to kiss her. Below, the hard little cock in her cunt continued to thrust slowly in and out, sliding smoothly in the wetness of their combined orgasmic juices. She could feel two small balls slapping at her buttocks and the sweet taste of the mouth on hers was puzzling, but highly erotic. She felt herself begin to slip into a semi-coma of outrageously forbidden fulfillment.
CHAPTER SIX
Joe Candor sat dejectedly at the kitchen table, watching the minute hand slip on past the hour, waiting for the moment of doom. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out what was so humorous. Anxiously, he watched his son dip the knife into the peanut butter jar and, bringing out a lump, Bradley spread it over the bread and handed it to Amy who sat right next to him ... as she'd been doing now for the past few weeks. Mentally, the principal of Emerson Junior High School counted the number of nights Amy had spent with his son after school and was about to voice an objection to family-like demeanor, but hesitated. It had been hard enough for his son to adjust to having no mother; it would be unfair to plead annoyance at Amy's omnipresence.
Besides, he thought, rubbing his throbbing temples with his finger tips, other, more demanding situations were weighing on his mind-heavily. Like the phone call he'd received this morning from some unidentified person, warning him that if he didn't make the appointed rendezvous at the concession stand in the Emerson High athletic field, the town would know about his affairs with one of his married faculty members! A sticky situation at best.
Over and over, he'd mulled it over in his mind. Who could the spy be? And now, five hours later, he still hadn't a clue. The janitor? Ted Denimson, the football coach? Now there was a possibility! He hadn't taken kindly to the principal since Mrs. Candor slugged him outside the bowling alley and caused a hideous scene in front of his students. Still, it didn't make sense ... no sense at all.
Quietly, he watched his son's sex-thrilled little girl friend munch the crunchy peanut butter sandwich, then down it with a glass of milk. Amy smacked her lips, and shot an angelic smile at the school principal her eyes, too, ticking away the minutes before that hard, luscious cock would be pounding between her virginal legs!
Bradley and Amy couldn't help feeling a little bit frightened ... Ivy Snelling was one thing, and it had worked out even better than planned. Bradley had balked once, but Amy quickly countered his fears with their agreement, for she was still determined to fulfill her fondest wish. Now that Bradley was no longer a virgin, she, too, could hardly wait to enter the world of the initiated.
"What'sa matter, Mr. Candor?" Amy wanted to know, seeing the strain on his handsome face. "You don't look so happy...." A quick kick into the right shin, administered slyly under the table put her words to rest. Bradley covered the dull thudding sound with a happily whistled tune, that seemed a bit too coincidental, yet went unnoticed by his father.
"Well, Amy, it's about time for our lesson. What you say?" he commanded, tugging at her elbow. "'Scuse us, Dad, but we got some studying to do."
In brighter moments, the principal would have corrected his son's poor grammar ... but not tonight. They could bum the house down and he wouldn't care. Ivy and the black mailers, that's where his mind riveted like a rusted bolt.
"See ya, later, Mr. Candor," Amy called out over her right shoulder as she allowed Bradley to drag her by the arm down the hallway to his bedroom. "Bradley, we're not gonna study, what are you talkin' about?"
"Come on, stupid," he hissed, shaking his head in the direction of his bedroom door. "The lesson you know . .
Amy was overjoyed when she finally picked up the subtleties of his meaning. The lessons consisted of his stretching her tight little cunt with his fingers ... never with his cock ... not yet ... but with his fingers and his tongue; for ever since Bradley had taken Ivy orally, Amy craved the same kind of stimulation ... even going so far as to accuse Bradley of holding out on her.
"Why didn't you ever do that to me?" she asked him after they got back to his house that night. He promised her that he'd thought the whole thing up on the spur of the moment and then he had to execute the same agile tonguing on her willing thirteen year old cunt.
"We don't have very much time, Amy. We gotta get dressed and get to the field before Dad. Now hurry up and pull down those levis...!" He knew that after tonight he would be able to fuck Amy as often as he wanted, but what worried him was when would he get another chance with Ivy Snelling?
* * *
Joe Candor strolled along with great easy strides, unaware of the shadowy forms of Amy and Bradley trailing behind him. They followed him through the football field and after a short walk he reached the concession stand and, in the darkness, felt for the door, found it, and stepped inside, unaware of the scurrying tennis shoes beating a soundless tattoo on the hard asphalt pavement in back of him. By the time he did, it was too late.
A foul-smelling blanket was lopped over his head, then the door crashed shut behind him, while arms held him tight and his consciousness, filtering through ether-filled dreams, slowly left him a helpless hunk of man on the cool athletic mat that last night had witnessed the undoing of Ivy Snelling.
"Hurry, Bradley," panted Amy, hurriedly dragging out the ropes and blindfold. Carefully, they tied his hands and legs ... Bradley using the scouting knots he had always excelled in. Then, they blindfolded him, making sure that everything was securely tied. When they had finished, they stood back and surveyed their work. They were both so frightened that they felt like running out of the building ... out of the town ... out of the world. Dealing with the principal was big-time blackmail, seeming somehow more serious than last night's episode.
"Well...." Bradley asked. "What are we waiting for?"
Amy bent forward and began to remove her boy friend's father's shirt. Suddenly, she realized she wouldn't be able to get it off his tied hands ... or his pants over his bound feet. She turned her face and shot a quick glance at her accomplice.
"Yea ... I know...." he interpreted his girl friend's look, and bent down once more to untie the tight knots he had so carefully prepared. When he finally had freed Joe, Amy unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. The sight of the man lying there on the floor minus a shirt with an ether-soaked blanket over his head, made her shiver; but her love of the dramatic quickly overcame the frog in her throat and started on his pants. She undid the belt, unzipped the fly and pulled them down. Bradley took off his father's shoes and socks and tugged the trousers all the way off. Amy hesitated when it came to pulling down his boxer shorts but finally she reached down and slowly slipped the cotton underwear down his hips revealing the full enormity of his prick to her lustful gaze. The man's completely nude, hairy body was revealed to their adolescent eyes in its entirety.
"He's so big!" Amy whispered, almost reverently.
"Yeah!" Bradley echoed, wondering if his own penis would ever get that big.
As Amy began to undress quickly, Bradley set to reshaping the tight knots around his father's arm pressed into his sides and feet making doubly sure they were as tight as possible now that once more he could see the power in his father's strong body. Soon Amy was completely naked and Bradley sat back to watch what would happen, not wanting to interfere with her plans. Besides, he was glad that he didn't have to do anything. He thought that if he were a girl, his father's enormous, muscular body would scare him to tears.
But Amy seemed to have recovered from her fright now that she had removed her clothes. Bradley thought she looked so small and lovely in the flickering candle light, her blonde hair shining, both on her head and between her sweet young thighs! He watched in wide-eyed amazement as his lover approached the sleeping giant on the floor. She looked as though she had forgotten his existence, her eyes fully trained on Joe Candor. He watched as the sensuous area of her curved lips and lush round buttocks were presented to him as she turned her back and straddled Joe's body. She stood poised for a second, and Bradley knew he would always remember her like this as long as he lived. She raised her arms over her head provocatively, pushed her blonde hair up and then releasing it so that it fell softly to her shoulders. She was actually acting as though his father were watching her. Her soft, pink nipples quivered to erectness as she languidly stretched her arms, and then slowly, ever so slowly began to lower herself down. With her legs wide spread, one dainty foot on either side of him, Amy's compact creamy nudity formed an unforgettable tableau. She seemed about to do a split as her feet slipped outward further and further from Joe's hard thighs. Simultaneously, her delicious soft golden mound was spread open, the little pussy lips opening wider still as they approached the long shaft below them.
Damn! Bradley thought, she's really going to do it.
Joe slept on as his son's girl friend's golden down finally reached his naked organ. She let herself remain upon it, her pink turgid inner membranes pulsed wetly against his member ... and then she began to move. Leaning forward, she brought her face close to Joe's, her firm full breasts flattening against his hairy chest, her little outer cunt beginning to slip up and down on the length of his cock.
Joe stirred in his sleep ... he had begun to dream ... and it was sure a good dream ... something luscious and wonderful was happening to his cock and he was getting an enormous hard-on!
Amy moved faster and faster building up a delicious friction in the external area of her virgin pussy, feeling the giant cock she straddled grow to enormous size as she rode slowly and sensuously over it. But she couldn't stop, even though the fleshy pole between her legs was growing so big that her little rose-colored cunt was only occupying a small portion of its mass. The loose foreskin had slid back beneath the pressure of the ramrod within and now the entire knobby head surfaced, to become a bulbous mass in the small pit of her pussy. Amy stretched herself still tighter down upon its huge girth, swallowing her fear and letting the wonderful lusty sensations in her groin take over. HER PRINCIPAL'S BIG WONDERFUL COCK! She smiled a little to herself as she panted above him, and then planted a small kiss on his lips. His long thick rod jumped up beneath her, striking the nub of her clitoris hard just as Amy happened to be sliding down. "Ohhhhh...." she murmured. " ... Ahhhhhh ..
Her cry brought Joe to a state of semi-consciousness. He could feel breasts nudging into his chest, a soft sweat breath in his nostrils ... someone on his prick, rubbing it ... but all was black darkness. He jerked his head and worked the blanket off his face using his teeth instead of hands. The darkness concealed his face, and Bradley didn't know the blanket was off. Amy's full white thighs spread outward from his body, but he couldn't see them ... the thin pink slit of her cunt nestled lovingly against his cock. Joe knew now that a woman was making love to him ... but where he was or how it was he couldn't seem to remember. Instinctively, he moved to put his arms around the obviously amoral female who was embracing him so intimately, but when he tried to move his hand, he found he couldn't. They were tied tight to his sides! He attempted to move his legs and was astonished to find that they, too, were linked together! And he had been gagged and blind-folded! Instantly, the memory of where he was and what he was doing there came back to him. IVY! THE PHONE CALL! There hadn't been any guns, any threats ... only this enticing girlish feeling body was seducing him!
A fresh, moist, slightly hair-lined pussy slid tenderly up and down his cock, and in spite of his fury at being tied, Joe found himself responding to it ... who wouldn't! This petite young body jerked wildly above him and then her hands went down to tease the big cock that she had dreamed of touching so much. Now in addition to the slippery pussy being ground up and down the length of his prick, nimble fingers were playing with it too!
Christ, Joe thought. What kind of weird torture is this? All he could do was lie there in his half-awake state while she did what she wanted with him! In spite of himself, he began to visualize her ... began to "see" blonde hair and a blonde cunt to match it. But the entire experience was so weird ... he couldn't seem to believe that it was really happening. Sensuously lush buttocks settled backward on his thighs and he could hear her staccato breathing ... her nipples felt hard and wonderful against his chest ... and he was beginning to get impatient about the rest of this male rape!
Amy was in an erotic trance. Her smooth young thighs slapped nakedly against her principal's and she knew he was awake now. He was awake and responding to her.
"Mmmmmmmm...." Joe mumbled. His cock jerked and jumped meaningfully and Amy couldn't help sighing loudly and then beginning to murmur.
"Ooommmhhh ... aahhh ... It just felt so good! Spreading her thighs wide apart and slipping her tender flesh upward, she allowed the gentle, sensitive entrance of her thirteen year old cunt to rest on top of his rampant member. Her fingers separated her unused little cunt lips as much as possible and she tried to fit the incredibly big, smooth-headed pink inside their tiny circumference! She gasped as she realized that she could barely stretch them that far! In fact, she was beginning to think it was impossible!
She began to slide her cunt back and forth over Joe's penis. Joe was puzzled by what was happening. He could feel the small enticing slip spreading around his cock tip and feel the female above him straining to push herself down on his prick, but it didn't make sense! It was almost as if this divine perverted creature were a virgin! But he knew that wasn't possible ... it seemed too strange to be true! Yet the more his unknown assailant tried to screw herself down on his cock, the more it seemed as though this was in fact the case.
Amy slaved over him, beginning to grunt out her frustration at not being able to open her straining vaginal aperture wide enough to accept her principal's cock. After all the fingers stretching Bradley had done, too ... it just didn't seem have helped at all ... she wanted to be fucked by Mr. Candor so bad! Tears began to stream down her face as she labored above the gigantic penis, hardly noticing the pain that filled her cuntal area just from trying to fit the outsized organ into her minute opening.
Finally, Joe couldn't stand it any longer. He had no idea what was going on, but he wasn't just going to lay there like a blob when some little cunt was desperately trying to screw him! With all the strength he could muster up under the circumstances, he buckled his hips upward just when he knew she was going to be trying to insert the rubbery tip by bouncing down on it.
"Aaarrggh...." Amy shrieked and then whimpered as she collapsed on Joe's hairy chest as the thick ball of his hardened cock slipped a little way into her silken pussy. The hair-fringed opening felt ripped apart and she was sure she would never be the same again! It took her a few a moments to recover from the acute pain, and Joe, sensing this, remained immobile, listening carefully, trying to recognize her voice if she make another cry. I occurred to him that the whole thing was an enormous practical joke ... something someone had cooked up just to make a fool of him ... being raped by a virgin was hardly in the realm of reality! And yet it was real enough.
By this time, he was determined to get his cock into that little cunt and to fuck it good ... or at least to let it fuck him good! Slowly he pushed upward again and felt her straining down to help him. The impossibly small opening split still wider and his cock slipped further upward.
"Nnnggghhh...." she cried as the enormous pole dug upward into her loins. But it felt wonderful, even though the pain was making her wince and bit her lip. HER PRINCIPAL'S COCK WAS ALMOST ALL THE WAY INSIDE OF HER! She wanted to call out to him...."oh, Mr. Candor, fuck me ... fuck my little cunt good ... FUCK ME!"
Joe began a steady rhythm, even though his arms and hands hurt like hell from the ropes biting into his flesh. His cock was completely over stimulated by the tight young baby pussy being thrust down on it and he was more excited by this weird sex act than anything that had happened to him thus far in his life!
Damn! he thought. Comin' up to get you, baby! and his hips strained up ... up ... up ...!
". ... ah ... ah ... ah ... ahahahah!"
His cock was pushing, sliding, now actually racing forth, the whole of it arched from the pressure of the minute but strong vaginal pressure on it. His prick throbbed between the tender cuntal lips, the elastic-rimmed tightness of her, sending wild fiery thrills through him as he began to flick his hips hard up and down, feeling her begin to tighten and relax onto his advancing and retreating pole.
Amy's buttocks, trembly and white, slid closer and closer to his legs now and as the cock finally reached its final destination, she felt herself ramming, open mouthed, down onto him, his balls snuggling up into the tightly clenched crack of her behind. It felt as though his cock was going to pop out of her throat! Her warm velvety damp slit was stuffed to the overflowing by the bulbous prick, filled so that she wondered if it would ever get back out of her. She wanted to remain motionless, but even though he was bound and gagged, Joe Candor had ideas of his own!
"MMMngh! Nnnghghg!" he wriggled upward still further.
"Ooooh ... Afghhgghgh! ... Arrrrrgh!" she cried out and then, Oh, God, she thought, I love him so much ... I just love Bradley's father so much! His big beautiful prick trunk finally sticking all the way inside her! The pain turned into a wondrous delight as obscenely, she screwed back at him, fucking downward into the pain, into the now fabulous feel of it. She had never fucked anyone before, and now she was fucking the sexiest man she'd ever seen in her life!
The moist pink mouth of her cunt spread itself to admit every inch of the by now slippery cock and she began to groan incessantly, leaning forward, thrusting her tiny tongue with completely delight deep into his throat. Low hums of ecstatic bliss began to rise in torrents from her heaving breasts, her young tender lips twisted with erotic passion, her neck straining and her mouth working excitedly as her writhing young body broke out into a thin-filmed sweat that glistened in the dim light of the concession stand. Her head rolled from side to side in a state of near semi-consciousness as her hips began a slow demanding roll above his heavy, impaling penis. And then suddenly, with a wet sluicing noise, her hungry grasping cunt screwed itself down tighter against his roughly-haired groin and he was forced to clench his teeth tightly in an effort to control himself.
Amy entered another world. Her ripe young body was bursting through to a world of perpetual springtime. Every section of her body lustily responded to Joe's rigidly impaling penis and in a wild untamed ecstasy, she rode him relentlessly. Nebulous rainbow-lined clouds filled her confused and whirling head. Her body beginning its first total orgasm.
She screamed in agonized delight, gurgling as the mounting licentious sensations overtook her. She was being magnificently fucked by her boy friend's father and he was being just beautifully fucked by her! Oh, how she'd dreamed of this moment! Nothing else mattered but the incredible feelings racing inside her pussy, making her quiver hotly as the enormous head sped hotly into her inner cuntal flesh. The warm wet flesh jerked and twisted spasmodically around her lover's lust-driven cock as the final tide of the coming orgasm struck.
"Ooooh ... Oh Goddddddddd!"
Joe's loins released such a burning heat as his sperm spurted outward into the wonderful young virgin flesh, great gusts of steam seemed to fill him as he fucked on into both their orgasms, cumming still ... feeling his sperm spew out and ricochet wildly against the small contracting womb of his still unknown tormentor.
Her hands grabbed at his hair and she continued to writhe and moan and he knew she was cumming, not once, but many times in rapid succession. She was wiggling this way and that, moving up and down and from side to side, milking every last drop of cascading jism out of his angrily fucking cock. Her mouth bit down hard on his and he was sure there was a familiar taste there ... but it eluded him. It was impossible, after all, that he would know this mad little bitch ... absolutely impossible. He longed to touch her breasts, to really make love to her now, even as his orgasmic fluid ran down his still pulsing prick onto his aching balls.
From the sidelines, where he was watching everything, Bradley's cum shot straight out in a high arch, and landed lewdly on his little lover's sweat-glistening back, forming a thin white rivulet of white hot cream that ran sensuously down her spine to the still quivering crevice of her buttocks below.
Beneath Amy, Joe Candor licked his lips as he lay in semi-conscious state. His lips ... they tasted ... of ... peanut butter!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Joe Candor could hardly face his students ... let alone his faculty. Since that weird night in the concession stand two nights before, he had been unusually restless. His sleep was punctuated with fitful dreams, often ending with him waking up and smacking his lips. Peanut butter ... was always on his mind.
Trying to piece the oddities together, he intuitively knew there had to be a vague connection between the taste of peanut butter on his lips and the young virgin who'd fucked him silly! But what...?
Several times in the twilight zone preceding sleep, Joe had mental images of a pubescent, blonde--haired girl chomping down a peanut butter sandwich, a mischievous fire in her eyes burning holes through him. Was it real? Had he seen it in a movie, read it in a book ... or one of those crazy family-hour TV shows?
On the third successive night, he caught the image, held it long enough to examine it closer, and in his mind's eye clearly saw the long blonde curls of his son's girl friend!
Amy! AMY?
Jesus, the thought was enough to give him a hard-on that wouldn't quit.
The entire story, from conception, motive, and technique, was a total mystery ... and he felt so curiously guilty about what had happened that he decided to be as vague as possible should any one question him on it. If he could hold out long enough, Ivy would never have to know.
Was that fair? he wondered a second time, to not tell Ivy. For if Amy was diabolical enough to want to expose him, surely she would have no qualms about embarrassing Ivonne Snelling and, considering Ivy's tender temperament these days, ignorance, in this case, would not be bliss.
Although it was almost nine o'clock at night, the liberty of phoning the English teacher at home seemed reasonable somehow, Ivy had often made a subtle point of requesting no phone calls at her home, since Sandor was the violently jealous sort, suspecting his wife of rendezvous and illicit affairs.
Falteringly, Joe Candor reached the telephone, but did not pick up the receiver. It was a damned shame, he thought, that Ivy had to lead two separate lives: one as a tenderly, understanding teacher, the other as a defensive housewife, defending herself against attack by a tyrant husband whose unjust accusations alienated her from friends. Rather similar to his own predicament-up until about two weeks ago when his wife decided to take wing. For the millionth time, Joe reflected on the irony of he and Ivy's situations, wondering if that shared schizophrenia wasn't the main attraction between them.
Then, conceding to that possibility, he picked up the telephone decisively, dialed Ivy's number, mumbling obscenities to Sandor Snelling under his breath as he waited for Ivy to answer.
* * *
Ivy Snelling slipped her arm through her coat sleeve, swiped at her nose with a soggy kleenex, and she headed on out the front door, banging the door behind her. The slam of the door coincided with the first burrrghing of the telephone.
She ignored it, her heels beating a rhythm down the sidewalk.
That damned Sandor! she hissed to herself. How dare he accuse me of having affairs behind his back after the tricks he's been up to! The bastard!
Then she did something she seldom indulged in: she stopped at the neighborhood bar and downed three martinis, tasting none of them. The cool liquid began to taste good and never one for drinking much, Ivy felt a moment of sympathy for all the heavy drinkers she knew. For a second, she exchanged silent empathy with Joe Candor's wife-wherever she might be. Liquor certainly did seem to help a great deal! Her thoughts were soon one big blur and she found it easier and easier to skip over the unpleasant things and to concentrate on the good ones.
Ignoring the stares and whispers of the local beer drinkers, Ivy sipped at her martini, then nibbled at the olive, praising the bartender for giving her two. She moved onto thoughts of Joe and found herself getting decidedly moist between the legs. She wriggled down a little bit into the soft cushion of the bar stool, squeezing her legs closer together and found that this only increased the tingling sensations she was beginning to feel down there.
Before she knew it, she was thinking about the afternoon in Joe's office and from then on, her imagination took hold. Oh, how she wished she had met Joe years before ... before either of them promised themselves to the good-for-nothings who only made them miserable.
And speaking of good-for-nothings, her mind reeled, what about the spying monsters who'd threatened her with exposure, then raped her! Ivy drew in a deep breath, slapped a five dollar bill on the bar, waving with a drunken shooing gesture to the bartender to keep the change, and slid off the stool.
She was pursuing what she considered a brilliant thought. Perhaps if she went to the football field tonight, she could find some clue as to who the blackmailers were. That way if they bothered Joe, she could have some evidence.
Joe ... the bitterness boiled in her chest when she thought of that man. His kindness, tenderness was far above what she deserved. Since that afternoon in his office, she had purposely ignored him, fearing she would turn into a blubbering, emotional female should he lay one little finger on her. She recalled how tender and protective he had been that afternoon and how, when she had run crying from his office, calling him "sonofabitch" and "macho pig", she'd hated herself.
* * *
"Oh, Jesus." There's no answer. They've kidnapped her! Probably stripped her naked and fucking the hell out of her right now. Joe slapped his clenched fist on the telephone table, making the black instrument rattle. Damn, if anybody was going to fuck her, it was going to be him!
Besides, he harbored a sneaking suspicion that if the blackmailers were after him, certainly they would want Ivy, too. And if his inkling contained even a drop of veracity, it would be worth a walk to the football field to walk the grounds.
He'd wait a half an hour longer, phone Ivy a second time, and if she didn't answer, he'd carry out his plans.
Right now, though, he'd pour himself another scotch....
* * *
Ivy staggered drunkenly through the football field. It was hard to see, and she almost fell twice, but she was determined to get to the concession stand. In a short time she arrived, completely dishevelled and out of breath. She cursed Sandor under her breath with every step, hoping he wouldn't come looking for her.
Inching toward the concession stand, an unusually courageous thrill of adventure coursing through her lithe body, she crept into the shadows, shocked to find the door to the stand open a crack.
It was then she saw the couple making love there on the floor and she drew back at first, shocked by the lewd sight of the intertwined naked bodies. Then it occurred to her that they were no doubt her tormentors ... a young boy and a young girl!!! She peered back in, still unable to recognize their faces in the half darkness and through her alcohol-blurred vision.
But also, as she watched their passionate lovemaking, she grew more and more excited ... excited and angry at the same time. She told herself that anger was most of what she was feeling and suddenly she felt as though she had the strength and courage of ten wonder women ... just who did they think they were anyway? Holding onto the side of the cement structure in order to keep her balance, she burst into the room.
Bradley and Amy rose precipitately from their naked embrace, caught completely off guard. In an instant they saw that it was Ivy Snelling and that she was drunk! She lunged forward toward them in the dark, shrieking curses at them, her fists f lying blindly.
Bradley caught her from behind and Amy held on from the front. Together, they were able to subdue her somewhat and to their dismay she burst into hysterical sobs when she realized she was trapped.
"What are you going to do?" Bradley whispered, terrified by the unexpected twist.
"What do you think?" Amy responded, the darkness hiding her grin.
Bradley's naked prick leapt upward. They had both promised themselves to somehow figure out a way for each of them to know the sublime joys of both Joe and Ivy ... and now ... now was clearly the chance.
Ivy heard the voices and thought it was Joe's son talking ... and the girl's voice sounded like Amy ... but of course, she knew that that was impossible ... the voices were those of her attackers ... the ones she had heard that night ... they'd been disguised then, but ... they were the same. She felt their hands on her, turning her about ... and somehow all her strength was gone. She felt like a limp rag. What were they doing? Spinning her ... turning her ... moving her down ... she was falling and then someone was catching her. Hands were pulling at her shoes ... her stockings ... they were undressing her ... NO, NOT AGAIN! But her body was already trembling and somehow her hips, once freed of her nylon panties wouldn't stay still ... they kept writhing about, her bare buttocks pushing down into the athletic mat, the cool night air coursing over her naked pussy ... her pussy . OH MY GOD! ... someone finally touched her there ... it was divine ... OH THANK YOU! There were many fingers plunging into her waiting cunt ... and now someone was kneading her breasts ... someone was kissing her ... she felt like she was going to cummmmmmm....
Ivy exploded ... just from those touches ... her body had been on the verge all night and now she was cumming....
"Ooooohhhhh Bradley" she cried out. "I know it's you!"
Bradley could hardly contain his joy. Ivy had recognized him, not only recognized him ... but accepted him ... she wanted him! This time, he lost no time in getting on top of her. His thick cock was poised to enter the blonde white fleshed goddess who called his name and whose arms were now reaching up to him.
"Fuck her, Bradley fuck her...." Amy urged. She straddled the older woman's body, facing her brother; and with her small fingers, parted Ivy's curly-haired cuntal lips. Once they were wide apart and Bradley's cock was getting ready to enter, she raised her cuntal muff over Ivy's face.
"Mmmmmph!" Ivy murmured up into the sweet tasting petals of her student's pussy. But then her lover's son's staff was entering the tight opening of her own pussy and she thought she would swoon from the joy of it.
It was Bradley, it wasn't the burly janitor, something in her head said, "It was Bradley then, and it's Bradley now."
A small part of her tried to be shocked ... horrified ... tried to put an end to the perverted act ... this lewdness ... her niece's genitals rubbing over her lips ... her lover's son's penis ... high up ... but that was as far as it got. Those very things began to send her on a wild ecstatic trip from which she knew she would never return. She would always be addicted to this perfect harmony in her loins. She had never tasted a woman's secret parts before, but there was something so soulfully satisfying about the little girl cunt that slipped and slid over her face and mouth that she couldn't have cared less whether it was her student or a stranger. And the piercing young cock in her belly was soothing away years of torment and uncertainty, years of pain from marriage to an uncaring husband.
Her husband....oh God, what if he'd followed her!
Bradley heard Ivy murmuring his name and calling him her son she never had. Her golden cunt was opening and closing ... receiving and tormenting his cock expertly and she was screwing up her haunches, fucking back like an angel ... and he was riding her blissfully.
Bradley leaned forward and held onto Amy. As he kissed her, he could feel the torment she was going through from Ivy's tongue licking away between her widespread cunt lips. She bounced up and down over Ivy's open mouth, letting her tiny clitoris bump against the older woman's hungrily nibbling teeth.
"OH OH OH-OH-OH-OH-OH Bradley ... I'm cummmming!" she cried, kissing him hard.
Bradley's cock jerked upwards, speeding into Ivy's pussy, slamming deep into her passion-drenched womb, plugging again and again. He felt her cuntal muscles contracting wildly around his cock and knew she was cumming too ... and as he still held onto his final stream of orgasmic fluids, she came ... again and again ... he was holding his breath, pumping lewdly, obscenely into her splayed-open legs, letting his pelvis slam against hers ... his sparse pubic hair mingling with her golden fuzz ... his groin sliding upon her jerking clitoris ... making it swell and swell until she was emitting one long wail of delight. Amy skidded about on Ivy's face, her hands kneading at her own adolescent cherry-tipped mounds. Bradley began to grunt and moan and finally announced to them all, his final strokes.
For what seemed like multiple light years later, the three of them sat in a triangular group on the floor. Sheepishly, the two children looked at their teacher, waiting to see what she would say, for certainly she knew it was they who'd blackmailed her.
"You two...." she said at last, shaking her head a smile of feigned reproach on her dimly lit face. "You two are really something, you know that? Why I thought it was the school janitor who'd seen me in there with your papa. And to think it was just children." She said nothing of sex, and it was Amy who brought up the subject at last.
"Mrs. Snelling, you sure have taught us a lot about sex. Boy, I've never gotten so excited about anything ... and when you put your mouth on my pussy, I thought I'd go wild!" Shyly, she made a request. "Bradley got to do it to you. ''Spose I can now?"
Even in the night darkness, Ivy blushed. "But not after Bradley's ... "
"Oh, I don't care. I love sex. It's fun .. What she didn't tell her teacher is that she'd made love to Joe Candor, too. That she would try to keep a secret at least until she'd graduated from the eighth grade. Mrs. Snelling might get jealous; she knew how awful it felt to envy another woman. She'd felt that way often enough over Mrs. Snelling's affair with Joe. It made her feel all tight and anxious inside.
"Can I ... please? You put your mouth on me, and now let me do it to you...."
"Why ... if you insist...." Gentle hands were easing her back on the cum-wet athletic mat, and she stared up at the dark ceiling, inhaling the fumes of sticky soda pop and mustard, dribbled on the floor. Then ... slowly, slowly, Amy eased herself down between her teacher's legs and softly, softly, made her lips wet, delicious contact with her cum-wet pussy lips. Amy's thirteen year old tongue was experimentally rousing lust in her teacher who threw back her head in a trance. Never, never had she felt anything so innocently delicious.
The tiny nub of her clitoris was in Amy's sucking mouth, bringing mewls of ecstasy from the teacher when a loud bellow shook the concession stand and a burly man hurled himself onto the threesome, screaming obscenities and flailing his fists. Amy and Bradley escaped the brunt of his dogged anger, but Ivy was cornered against the cases of potato chips and chocolate bars.
"Sandor! Oh, God, Sandor ... stop, stop, STOP! Please, don't hit me again! Please...." she whimpered, crawling on all fours toward the door, her voice shrill with fright.
"Goddamn kid fucking bitch. I'll show you what happens to women who fuck kids!" He was stripping his clothes from his paunchy body, his large thick cock bulging with big veins that stood out on the sides of the hardened shaft.
Cornered, Ivy knew better than to try to escape from her husband. He couldn't find her clothes in the dark, and somehow the prospect of streaking through the streets of Emerson stark naked, carried less humiliation than did suffering the abuse of her husband. That she was use to. She knew the children had escaped, and for that, she was thankful.
Sandor pulled his wife to her stomach and leaning over, he slowly and deliberately parted the cheeks of her full rounded buttocks wider than they would normally go. He heard her moan and then with a perverse smile on his lips, he bent forward and licked the small brown opening of her tiny puckered anus.
"Noooooo!" Ivy shuddered at the hideous wet feeling back there in her nether crevice. It felt cold and strange and she felt singularly uncomfortable. It seemed so obscene that he should do such a thing to her there! But she was at his mercy now, not only because he was so much stronger than she ... and perfectly capable of using his strength to subdue her, but because she really did feel guilty and somehow she couldn't get that thought out of her head ... couldn't even protest to the extent that she ordinarily would have because deep down inside, she felt she deserved this from him. Making love to the two children was wrong, no matter how you look at it. Even though he was such a louse, he was still her husband ... she could not deny that! And she had been more than unfaithful to him ... far more ... she had made love to Joe and now to his son and Amy, too.
Her husband's tongue flicking teasingly in the crack of her behind sent chills running through her. She felt ashamed and embarrassed and somehow more naked than she had ever been.
"Wider!" he ordered gruffly, beginning to really enjoy himself. He withdrew his tongue and peered hungrily at the little brown hole. Ivy's long beautiful legs were spread so far apart that she could feel the pull on the tendons where her thighs joined the pubic area. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her rectum and she realized with alarm that Sandor was working his finger into her back there. His finger was thick and with a sudden sinking feeling, Ivy knew that he was going to try and push it all the way in. She tried to wiggle away from him as his finger began to turn in the deep rubber channel of her rectum, sliding steadily inward and then pulling out and pushing back in with abrupt jerking motions.
"NNNNNNGHHH!" she bellowed. The pain was horrible and even worse, the very idea of what he was doing!
Sandor ... please ... please ... I was blackmailed into it ... I ... oh" Ivy tried to straighten her knees out so that she could lie flat on the mat. She just had to get him to stop somehow! But Sandor pulled her buttocks back up in the air, making her remain in the humiliating kneeling position that made her rear passage wide open to his lewd fondling.
"You little bitch!" he cursed. "I'm going to fuck you within an inch of your life. That'll teach you to fuck kids!"
Ivy's face reddened. She seemed so exposed ... so transparent as though the mere fact that her husband's fingers were invading her anus was enabling him to see right through her ... to know every single thing she had done ... every lewd desire her body had known! OH GOD! she thought. What is happening to my life! Tears ran down her cheeks and her long blonde hair fell in her eyes. She was trying to support herself on her elbows, but every now and then she would pitch forward, knocking her head against the boxes.
"NNNNOOOO SANDORRRR ... I CAN'T STAND IT!" His obscene words echoed in her ears and her body trembled uncontrollably. She knew that Sandor was deliberately trying to hurt her as much as possible and the thought was terrifying.
"AAARRRGH!" she screamed as his fingers shoved sharply and suddenly inward.
"Say you want me to do it!" Sandor repeated. "Say ... oh, Sandor, fuck me up the ass!" he commanded.
"Wh ... what?" Ivy asked, not believing her ears.
In the background, Amy and Bradley shivered with delicious anticipation. It was just a curtain call to them.
"Say you want it!" Sandor repeated. His voice went into a high falsetto in a cruel imitation of hers.
"I ... I ... I ... I...."
"I ... I ... I ... I ... what's that supposed to mean?" Sandor yelled. His fingers slid out abruptly with a small plopping sound and her stretched anal passage felt relieved that strangely, somehow, open and empty. She felt her husband's hot pot belly pressing up toward her buttocks and his hand gripped her by the hips, pulling her entire bottom half backwards. Then with a dread certainty, she felt the hardness of his prick running up and down the thin moist slit that stretched from the soft, open lips of her pussy to the base of her spine.
Sandor let his hands roam teasingly all over her legs, her hips, her belly, and everywhere he touched, Ivy felt her skin cringe. She whimpered softly now, wondering if he would ever be finished with her.
"Oh, Lord...." she thought. "Let it be over soon ... let it be over soon."
Sandor's hands slipped into the warm, hair-fringed lips between her thighs, the obscenely wriggling fingers sliding wetly into the defensively moistened slit of her pussy.
"Hey! You're all wet. Is that little boy cum or little girl spit?"
"NO-NO-NO-NO-NO-NO-NOOOO!" Ivy cried, horrified at his words. Abruptly, he brought his big cock up to the tiny opening of her anus, letting his thickness spread the soft yielding crevice of her buttocks wide to admit it.
Sadistically, he began to rock and push, push and rock, working forward all the time, again pulling her helpless body back to him so that eventually the smooth, rubber tip entered with a small popping sound into the tight elastically stretched rectum of his wife.
"AAAAAAGGGGHHHH!" It was like being rammed by a telephone pole! Ivy twisted desperately, trying her best to get away from the red hot searing pain in her rectum. Sandor's prick was sinking further and further into the tight dark virgin passage of her anus and to the physical pain was added a dreaded shameful pain that hurt even more.
"UUUUGGGGHHHH!" she groaned. She felt weak and debilitated and as though she would never be able to hold up under the terrible stretching. She could feel Sandor beginning to moan out his lust behind her. She felt the hot touch of his hands on her breasts and he began to knead the trembling orbs with a harsh steady motion.
"Tell me ... he ordered. "SAY IT!" He executed a cruel lunge forward almost into the very depths of her bowels, causing Ivy to almost faint from the pain, and then, suddenly, she began to do as he asked, now frightened for her life.
"Ohhhh," she began weakly, hoping to spare herself another vicious jab from behind. "Oooohhh yes ... do it ... fuck me there ... do it ... gently ... "
Rounding the parking lot in back of Emerson Junior High school, Joe Candor thrust his hands in his coat pockets and braved the chill night air, cursing under his breath. The second phone call to Ivy had proven fruitless, too. No answer ... nothing. For the tenth time, he berated himself for having gotten messed up in this whole sordid blackmail; yet, when he remembered the 'torture' Amy had put him through, it didn't seem so serious. But if he could get his hands on the scum who'd put her up to it, he'd break his fucking neck!
The shrill night wind slapped against his face and, then he heard it. A blood curdling scream pierced the night skies. Oh, Christ they've got her! Joe told himself and charged the night, reaching the concession stand in time to see Sandor Snelling ramming his hot rod of male flesh straight into his wife's cringing asshole.
Sandor lost several teeth before Amy and Bradley pulled him off the paunch-bellied man. He punched him in the stomach, then with a half-Nelson to the right, he sent the gruff old man reeling backwards in pinwheels into the crates of potato chips. Ivy cringed in the comer of the dark hut, pleading for Joe to stop, because he was afraid he would have killed him otherwise. When finally Sandor staggered to his feet, wiping at his bleeding nose, Joe didn't worry about the consequences. Rape, that's what it was.
Then he turned to Ivy and taking in her disheveled but still appealing state he held her in his arms, making certain no serious damage had been done.
"Oh, Joe ... Oh, God, he was...." choked Ivy, feeling somewhat embarrassed about her naked state, and more so because those vicious jabs in her tender behind had roused a masochistic desire in her she wasn't certain how to reckon with.
Stroking back her hair from her clammy forehead, Joe kissed her tenderly, baffled by the way she was clutching him so tightly. "Are you okay?" He chalked it up to fear.
Ivy swallowed...."Oh, yes, Joe ... but please ... please fuck me!" She didn't remember the children were still standing in the shadows of the concession stand. Once more, she didn't care.
Joe cupped the swollen breast mound in one hand, and reaching for the zipper to his pants with the other, he was naked in seconds, easing Ivy down on the athletic mat, wondering why she was protesting.
"Oh, Joe, not that way!" she wailed. "Turn me over! Do it to me back there...."
Swearing that he would never understand women, Joe Candor flipped her over on her stomach, a strange thrill racing through his massive loins at the thought of doing it to the angelic Ivy in her backside.
Reaching back with one hand, Ivy guided the already thickly swollen prick to the small nether opening of her buttocks and spread her legs as far apart as she could stand, keeping her buttocks high and her spine arched.
Joe eased in slowly, thankful that Sandor had done the hard part, stretching her nether passage to an accommodating looseness. Soon it was in.
Ivy's voice started to trail off as the odd pain, without the slightest warning, began to ignite a weird masochistic spark deep within her. Her belly quivered with a definite pleasure at what was happening and something about this ghastly punishment released that hidden torment of lust that lay buried deep inside her. She began to visualize herself as someone else might see her ... lewdly kneeling, her full rounded buttocks waving high in the air while this man plowed into her once-virgin passage.
"MMMMMMmmmmm.................
OOOOHHHHHH!" she began to wail, and the sounds were different now. Her arousal was all too apparent to Joe who was himself mesmerized by the feel of his thick beet red cock entering and exiting from Ivy's ovaly stretched nether ring. Her buttocks had begun to twist beneath him, offering him encouragement as she lewdly wagged her bottom back at him in obscene invitation. He was slithering deeper inside her than he had ever thought he could go.
DAMN IT FELT GOOD AND TIGHT!
"Don't stop, Joe ... Oh, God, Joe ... you feel so good. So gentle!!" Ivy moaned out her helpless surrender. It felt wonderful ... like no pleasure she'd ever known ... different from regular lovemaking. She felt half crazy as the gigantic rod skewered her tightly. Her whole body undulated and jerked, her hair f lying, her mouth gaping fish-like.
"Oh, my God ... Oh Joe ... What are you doing to me?" Her wild entreaty was interrupted by the eruption of her first anal orgasm.
"AAAAAahhhhhhh!!" she cried, dancing obscenely back onto his lunging cock, her knees trembling and shaking, her heart palpitating. The frenzied delight spread to her almost ignored wetly dripping cunt and she felt it take hold there with an unprecedented strength.
"OH-OH-OH-OH-IIIIII'MMMMM CCCCUUUUMMMMMIIINNNGG!" she cried.
"Shit, yes!" Joe replied. His fingers dropped down around her thighs to manipulate the passion-moistened lips of Ivy's drenched pussy, toying teasingly, increasing her orgasm. He fucked once ... twice ... three times more into her spreading anal channel and then his groans mingled with hers, his cock growing first stiffer and then releasing its heavy load of sperm high up into her wildly sucking anal passage.
Together they felt the acute thrill of mutual climax, overtaking them and screaming with pleasure, they both collapsed heavily on the floor. As they lay there stunned, Ivy could feel Joe's cock still jerking out its last few spurts of cum high up in her flooded rectum.
Then the door opened ... and two silhouettes shadowed the room making it glow with giggles.
Bradley's voice gave them away. "Whoa! Did you see that, Amy? Man, oh, man! They didn't say anything about that in the sex manual!"
"Shhhh! They'll hear you!" Amy returned, turning on her heel and heading out the door on her tiptoes.
"Not so fast, kids!" Joe was on his feet. "What he hell?...." he blurted, grabbing hold of Bradley's shirt collar and dragging him backwards. "Bradley? Is that you? For Chrissakes, kid...."
Seeing the anger in his eyes, Amy decided to take the brunt of the situation. "Please, Mr. Candor. Don't be angry with Bradley. It's all my fault. I was the one who got him into this ... But we didn't do anything, really we didn't. We didn't hurt anybody. Ask her, ask Mrs. Snelling it we ever hurt her!"
The answer of course, was no.
Joe Candor stood there naked in the night, scratching his head with deliberation. Kids ... Christ. What could you do? Bradley, his son, making a fool out of him. He looked down at Ivy, then he looked at his son. "You two ... together!" he choked, half whispering.
He couldn't see their responses in the dim light, but when a small cool hand descended to his still sticky rod of flesh, pumping it to life, he didn't much care what the answer was. Then as a small mouth ovaled around it, he forgot the point of contention and with a long sigh, froze to his knees. Suddenly it stopped, and a mouse-sized voice said, "Bradley got to do that to Mrs. Snelling, but I didn't get to do that to you ... "
* * *
The charges against Sandor were cruel and inhuman treatment, and the divorce came through only three weeks after Joe received the final papers from some fly-by-night lawyer in Reno who'd accepted Mrs. Candor's flimsy plea.
The wedding was small and private, with Bradley and Amy serving as best man and bridesmaid, strewing handpicked flowers from the garden over the grassy patch where the local Presbyterian minister administered the ceremony.