The Virginal Teacher
by Carl Garth
(BSS-719T)


FOREWORD 

Speaking before a meeting of the famed Los Angeles Breakfast Club some 
months ago, Dr. Samuel Belgado, one of the nation's better known child 
psychologists, told the audience, "No parent ever did a child a favor by 
hiding or denying the facts of life." 

"The facts of life are simple: people have sex, people live, people die; 
there are drunks and crooks and saints in about equal proportions in our 
society. There are liars congenial and psychopathic and there are the truth 
tellers, many of whom are only faintly disguised sadists. There's a little 
bit of good and a little bit of bad in almost all of us." 

"But it is in the area of sex and all its sociological and physiological 
manifestations where the most damage is done to a child's mind . . . " 

When the earlier settlers of our country moved westward, they quickly 
discovered that many Indians had a bad reaction to alcohol. They couldn't 
handle it, in other words. There is every indication that many females, 
largely as a result of their earlier upbringing, display exactly the same 
intolerance to sex . . . they can't handle it. . . they go completely 
overboard and become insatiable, or they become frigid. 

In this new novel by talented Carl Garth, we shed a merciless, undeviating 
spotlight on the character of Sandy Miller, a new teacher in a backwoods 
area. She is ill-equipped to face the reality of society as it really is: 
she quickly becomes prey to the lesbianic approaches of an experienced and 
brutal older woman, is blackmailed by a gang of conscienceless youths, and 
finally in a state of mental and emotional uncertainty finds herself being 
plied with liquor and participating in a lewd sex show for some lumberjacks. 

It is difficult to say how many Sandy Millers there are in this world. Many 
of them find themselves in the same position even in junior high school 
ill-equipped and unprepared to face reality, and with a naive innocence that 
fairly screams out to be preyed upon. Like Sandy Miller's, the awakening 
comes only in the middle of an intolerable nightmare, the nightmare called 
reality. 

This is, frankly, a brutal book. With claws of steel it strips away all 
pretense of the main character and reveals her as what she is: hopelessly 
incompetent to go through the savage jungles of life without being devoured. 

Because of its subject matter and explicit language we do not recommend this 
book to the easily offended or the immature adult reader. And under no 
circumstances should it be purchased by anyone who cannot differentiate 
between literary erotica and pornography. 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

"Darling, it's Sandy," the lovely blonde girl said breathlessly as she clung 
to the telephone. The excitement was carved into her glowing young face. Her 
blue eyes were sparkling. 

"Yes, Paul, I told you I'd call just as soon as I arrived. I'm living in a 
boarding house called 'Ma Perry's'. " Sandy Miller sighed and then 
continued, "Yes, darling, the people are very nice and they all want to 
help." 

"Yes . . . of course I miss you . . . terribly. But, I'm so anxious to get 
started teaching the little children." The twenty-one year old school 
teacher leaned against the wall as she spoke into the receiver. "I 
understand, darling, but this job is so important to me. I must be a success 
at it. I must! There's so much to be done here." 

"Yes, Paul. I will! Yes, I love you very much. Goodbye, darling!" 

Sandy hung up the telephone and sighed, then slowly walked down the hallway 
to the room she had moved into earlier this afternoon. It was a large room 
with a double bed, two chairs and several pieces of furniture for storage, 
and was situated on the first floor only two doors down the hall from the 
bathroom. 

After riding a bus all day through the rugged green mountains of Oregon, she 
was tired and ready to relax. Rubbing her eyes, she settled down in the one 
comfortable overstuffed chair in the room. 

Sandy was too young and too excited to be still for long, however, and after 
only a minute of sitting, she jumped up and roamed around the room, 
familiarizing herself with it. Slowly then, she undressed. The blonde 
beginning teacher was alone for the first time in her twenty-one years, and 
even during her four years of college she'd been home with her loving 
family. She knew she had a voluptuous young body, and now she stood staring 
in evaluation at her nakedness in the full length mirror that was hanging on 
the back of the door. She smiled at her firm up-thrust breasts and 
remembered her fianc''s final words their last night together, "Darling, 
that body is going to get you in bad trouble one day!" 

Sandy loved Paul Simpson very much, but he did tend to restrict her almost 
as much as her family. Now, he was far away in Chicago and she missed him, 
but she felt as though she was finally free! She inspected the reflection of 
her sensual figure, which curved in all the right places. Her stomach was 
flat and firm, her skin as soft as satin, and her buttocks were rounded and 
taut, undulating teasingly whenever she moved, in spite of the fact that she 
tried to control the seductive movements by tightly clenching her 
ass-cheeks. She was tall, but even if she had been shorter, she still would 
not have been too heavy. Her legs were long and perfectly formed, and in a 
pair of Capri's they were outlined enticingly, and the fleshy mound of her 
protruding little pussy seemed to snuggle in the apex of her thighs like a 
warm soft prize to be sought. 

But Sandy's face was the most attention-getting of all her attributes. She 
had an elegant profile, regal and aloof, sleepy blue eyes and a full sensual 
mouth. Yet, she was innocent and still very much a virgin . . . the type 
that demanded the respect of the men who knew her. she'd been surprised when 
the strangers here had tipped their hats and called her "Ma'am". She was a 
lady and she looked it! But besides all that, Sandy Miller was a school 
teacher, and she thought like an efficient machine. She was going to teach 
at the small town school here in this poor mountain village in Oregon where 
most of the students were from itinerant farm families. The richer families 
sent their children to exclusive boarding schools on the Coast. 

She loved people! Especially what she called 

"the common people, the backbone of our nation". Now her chance had come to 
help them and she was elated. For one year she would teach these young, 
underprivileged people who had never had much of a chance to learn. 
Sponsored by a group of wealthy families that her father was involved with, 
the one room school never kept a teacher for long. So, Sandy had begged for 
the chance to do something worthwhile by coming here to teach. Her own 
background was of wealth and understanding, education and love. Being a 
persistent young woman when she wanted something, she had finally won 
reluctant approval from her family. Unfortunately, she had never been able 
to completely convince Paul of her need to help poor people. He just 
couldn't see her going off by herself with a lot of "dirty, illiterate 
idiots", but more than that, was the fact that he wouldn't see her for a 
year, unless she let him visit her. 

Sandy had tolerated her fianc''s barbs up to a point, then accused him of 
being a snob. Paul was dark and handsome with a serious face, and he had 
nodded with growing anger, "Oh, so you think I'm a snob! Well let me tell 
you, I have just as much compassion for my fellow man as you do. I was in 
the Air Force and I saw those fellows in action. I'm just being realistic, 
Sandy. Goddamnit, there's a difference between being poor and being a snob. 
Just because they're underprivileged doesn't always mean they're nice 
people." 

Standing in the drab boarding house room now, Sandy stood nakedly erect with 
a determination to prove she had been right to come here. She moved her 
fingers over the slimness of her rib cage, the warm firm flesh of her 
breasts, and tweaked the nipples with her thumb and forefinger. 

Closing her eyes, she thought of her last night with Paul. He had come to 
her home that evening for dinner, for the first time in months. Later, her 
parents had discretely disappeared going to a movie knowing the engaged 
couple wanted to say their goodbyes alone. He'd drank too much during dinner 
and then had become surly, telling her that she didn't love him at all. 
When, angered by his attitude, she had asked him to leave, he had become 
contrite and apologized, asking if he could stay a little longer. Relieved 
and unhappy that she was leaving him, Sandy had reluctantly let him stay. He 
immediately fell to the sofa where he slumped while she made black coffee in 
her kitchenette. 

Paul behaved himself for a few minutes, drinking the coffee and asking for 
more. Sandy understood his drinking heavily tonight. After all, she was 
leaving the man she was engaged to. Then he began to get amorous. And that, 
too, was all right. She loved him and he loved her, and she felt the same 
passion he was feeling. Always she wanted to give herself to him, but she 
knew she had to retain control of her deep emotions. Her long blonde hair 
fell loose under his fumbling and he had bent her back on the couch, her 
warmly tingling breasts jutting upward under her blouse, her eyes closed 
with ecstasy as she felt him caressing her trembling flesh. Suddenly she had 
struggled, trying to push him away with a loud gasp, "Paul!" 

Usually that was all that was needed. But not that night. He had seemed to 
become more excited as she fought to get away from him. Then his hands were 
on her thighs, stroking them, crushing her to him with rough lunges. "Paul. 
. . Stop . . . st . . . , " was all she got out before he kissed her 
passionately on the lips. Sandy made the mistake of accepting the kiss, but 
it did feel good with his arms around her. But, it was all the encouragement 
he'd needed and he became an animal, grunting and breathing through his 
tightly clenched teeth. His probing tongue forced its way into her mouth and 
she stiffened against her own desire to return his ardor. 

It seemed that suddenly he'd sprouted a dozen arms and hands, and they were 
everywhere, clawing at her, forcing her down on the sofa beneath him. 
"Paul," she had cried, pulling her mouth free long enough to exclaim, "Paul, 
for God's sake, what are you doing?" 

"Shut up," he snarled, and then she realized that he was still 
uncontrollably drunk, doing things he didn't mean. "I'm gonna give you a 
going away present," he said thickly. "You're going to do it with me . . . 
before those dirty bastards in Oregon get to you." He had laughed 
frighteningly and then began pawing her all over her body, pulling her shirt 
up with a gargoyle-like sneer. 

"Paul, I'm Sandy . . . your fianc' . . . I love you," she whispered, 
frightened and trembling, trying to penetrate the alcoholic fog that 
surrounded his brain. "Please stop! Remember our promise about sex . . . not 
to have it until we're married? Please, Paul!" 

"I agreed all right," he slurred, "but I didn't want to. I only did it 
because of your stupid parents." 

Now his hands were moving up between her legs and her dress was up to her 
waist, exposing her thin white panties. Her long naked legs were scissoring 
on the couch as she tried to close them and only succeeded in gripping his 
fingers between her thighs. His hot, relentlessly moving hand closed over 
the nylon fabric, and his finger touched the softly throbbing lips of her 
vagina. 

"Oooohhhhh, Paul," she moaned as she trembled at the lewdly exciting 
sensations caused by his caressing hand as it closed over the thin nylon of 
her panties. A powerful rush of unwanted ecstasy throbbed through her belly 
as she cried out, "Paul! Darling, for God's sake don't!" 

She fought him off, managing to get him thrown off balance, but he attacked 
her again with a guttural snarl in his throat, forcing her futilely 
struggling body down on the sofa, drunkenly tearing the clothes from her 
body. "Paul . . . Paul Simpson . . . you're mad . . . mad . . . and drunk," 
she gasped, trying to pull her ruined dress around her fearfully quivering 
hips. 

The young man stared at his near-naked fianc' with unseeing eyes, "Mad, like 
hell!" he mumbled as he grabbed at the torn dress and tossed it to the 
floor. He stared at the nakedly trembling mounds of her breasts and a 
lust-contorted grin covered his face as he reached for her tiny pink 
nipples, brutally tweaking them between two of his fingers. After 
unsuccessfully trying to hide her nakedness with her arms, she shoved her 
fianc' away, forcefully poking her elbow into his ribs. But Paul was not to 
be thwarted, he was too drunk to stop or want to. He grabbed her hands and 
pulled them away, leaving her fearfully trembling breasts uncovered. Quickly 
he dropped his hot searching mouth to the nipple of her right breast and 
sucked it up into the roof of his mouth, making it grow hard and erect. 
"Paul, please . . . don't do this to me.. . Oh God! You've got to remember 
our promises," Sandy pleaded in a panic, and struggled to free herself from 
his tight gripping hold. In spite of her protests, however, she realized her 
body was writhing in excitement as the pulsating carnal desire began to rise 
even higher in her virginal loins. 

Paul's left hand was roaming over her nakedly trembling body now, with the 
other one holding her own hands behind her back while his mouth moved from 
one erect little nipple to the other. And then, he grabbed the tight elastic 
waistband of her bikini panties and pulled at them until the nylon gave way 
and they ripped from her loins. Groaning viciously, he caressed her sparsely 
covered pussy mound and then ignoring her wails forced his outstretched 
middle finger into the tight little opening to her vagina. Now all her 
clothes lay in rags beside her on the floor and her naked young body was 
being mauled like a common tramp. Besides all that, it was her trusted 
fianc' who was responsible! 

In spite of her disgust, she could feel the heated moisture of excitement 
lubricating her vaginal passage and the stabs of lewd pleasure that filled 
the pit of her belly was driving her up the wall. It felt so good! So Good! 
The very lewdness of her position turned her limbs to water, and she was 
incapable of fighting him off any more. 

An overpowering ripple of obscene delight shot through her nakedly sprawled 
body, and she closed her eyes with a gasp as she felt his hot hungry mouth 
nibbling at her sensitive tautened nipples while, at the same time, his 
middle finger was sliding back and forth against her moistly throbbing 
cuntal lips. Despite herself, she felt her hips begin to undulate upward in 
that age-old language of sexual hunger as the tingling layers of her vagina 
began throbbing in preparation for lovemaking. 

Paul felt the voluptuous young blonde collapse in acquiescence backward on 
the sofa just as the rhythmic movement of her hips upward against his hand 
became undeniable, and he knew then he'd won. Without giving her a chance to 
know what he was doing, he unzipped the front of his pants and pulled his 
long hard penis out the opening. Sandy had felt his finger leave her 
feverishly pulsating vagina, but his mouth felt so good, she still moaned 
with pleasure. And then, she felt the hot, impatient probing of the rubbery 
tip of his cock begin to slide up and down her hair-lined slit. She knew she 
should fight him off, but she was helpless.. . a slave to her overpowering 
emotions. She felt him pressing her down into the cushions of the couch, his 
heavy body forcing the breath from her chest. 

Slowly she opened her eyes and stared into the lust-distorted face of her 
young fianc'. Suddenly, she knew this was wrong, that Paul was drunk and 
brutal and he didn't even know who she was! Oh God! She could be a common 
street whore and it wouldn't make any difference. It was wrong! Horribly 
wrong! She was going to marry this man! 

All her conditioning came forcing itself to the fore, and her brain 
rebelled. Forcing her hands against his shoulders, she shoved with all her 
might. Catching him unawares did the trick. He tried to grab at her to 
steady himself, but in his drunkenness, he fell to the floor, banging 
against the cold tile, and lay without moving. 

"Paul!" she called in a whisper, "Are you all right?" She knelt beside him, 
her naked breasts swaying as she listened for his steady breathing. With a 
gasp she realized that he was unconscious to her presence, he was in a 
drunken stupor. 

Suddenly, she brushed against his still-erect penis, sticking out from the 
opening in his pants, and she felt an almost overwhelming desire to touch it 
. . . hold its warmly pulsating length in the palm of her hand. Oh God, she 
thought as she stared in wonder at the size of his maledom! Did he really 
expect to put that inside her tight little vagina? Her hand moved without 
control and touched the soft rubbery cock-head, sending shivers of raw lust 
through her body! And then, jerking her hand away, holding it away from her 
as though it offended her, she stood up on trembling legs staring down at 
the sleeping young man who was her fianc'. 

When Paul awakened the next morning, he was still on the floor with a pillow 
under his head and covered with a blanket when Sandy heard him cough. 
Quietly, she moved from her curled-up position on the sofa where unable to 
sleep she had spent the night, staring with hot burning eyes at the shadowy 
form of her fianc'. Not only did she have to worry about holding Paul to 
their promise, now she had to worry about herself. She had wanted him to 
make love to her . . . , her body had craved it! And in the morning's 
brittle light she had known how mistaken she'd been not to have given in to 
him . . . 

And now as she remembered that night, far away in a lonely room in Oregon, 
she again felt the thrill of that night. Secretly wanting to feel Paul's 
mouth on her throbbing nipples again and experience the thrill of his finger 
sliding through the hot trembling flesh of her vaginal lips, Sandy knew 
there was no sleep for her until she erased the memories from her mind. 
Maybe a good brisk walk would do it! 

Quickly, she arose from the bed where she had been sitting and threw on her 
capris and shirt. Pulling a sweater over her head to protect her against the 
chilly night air, she opened the door to her room and hurried down the 
hallway to the front door. The clear moonlit night was beautiful! The 
mountains in the background gave a shadowy eerie feeling, and she shivered 
as she threw back her head and drew in the fresh clean air. She had walked 
only a short way before she suddenly realized she didn't know the area well 
enough to wander too far away from the boarding house. Standing for a 
moment, absorbing the beauty of the night, the young blonde felt as though 
she had found her place in life. 

The lights in Ma Perry's began to go out and she drew herself out of her 
reverie, determined to go in and make herself sleep. She needed to be fresh 
tomorrow . . . her first day at school. 

When the troubled young teacher stepped into the darkened hallway of the 
boarding house, she heard a faint moaning sound as she passed the door to 
the main guest room the one that Ma Perry called the parlor. Uncertain of 
what she had heard it might have been the night wind she turned toward the 
dimly lit room. When the sound wasn't repeated she turned to go. It was then 
that another rustling sound caught her ear and she froze. She had heard 
something in the room! 

Quietly stepping to the open door, Sandy stood silent, her breath choking 
from her throat as she heard the groaning sound change into a vibrating 
wail, "Ooohhhhhh!" she heard the voice of a woman saying. "Oh lover . . . 
Sam . . . do it . . . your tongue . . . MORE!" 

"Baby, your pussy tastes so good," she heard the gruff voice of a man say. 

Rooted to the spot, the trembling young blonde searched for the man and 
woman who were making those lewd sounds. The obscenity of the man's words 
was already tilling her loins with a throbbing excitement. She reeled with 
faintness as she suddenly saw the scene inside the room. Clinging to the 
side of the door, she gasped back the sound that threatened to escape her 
throat. It was a woman lying on the sofa and a man was kneeling between her 
widespread legs, his mouth glued to her vagina, his lips making a lewd 
feasting sound. 

They were both completely naked and the woman's head was thrown back, her 
mouth wide open, and a look on her face of obscene delight. The man was 
caressing her naked breasts with his fumbling hands while her knees were 
bent back as far as they would go. Sandy couldn't see the man's face, but 
from where she stood, his bobbing head and lewd words could only mean one 
thing! Oh God! He had his face buried in the woman's wide-open loins! They 
were having oral sex! 

Clutching the door, afraid of making a sound, the young teacher stared into 
the woman's lust-contorted face while she watched the writhing couple 
moaning out their pleasure. The greatest shock of all came when she heard 
the woman hissing, "Eat it. . . oooohhhhhhhh, yes . . . eat it, honey!" 

Frozen to the spot by the door, Sandy saw the man momentarily lift his head 
and look up into the face of the woman before dropping his face again and 
lewdly burying his face in the sparsely hair-fringed opening, moving his 
head in a salacious rhythm as he clutched her nakedly quivering breasts with 
his massaging fingers. 

"Oh shit . . . Sam . . . eat it . . . eat my pussy," Sandy heard the lewd 
words again, and the wet slurping sound of the man's tongue plunging in and 
out of the woman's wetly gaping cunt abruptly was too much for the young 
girl's moralistic mind to accept. With a lunge she forced herself away from 
the open door and ran blindly to her room at the other end of the hallway. 

She was highly indignant . . . ashamed of the woman. Whoever she was, she 
shouldn't be in a place where people could see her, or could hear her 
screaming out her perversion. Oh God, it was so horrible! 

Suddenly aware of the hot throbbing dampness high up between her thighs, 
Sandy's face grew beet red in embarrassment as she realized she had become 
sexually excited at watching the lewd sight of the naked man and woman. 

She had to calm down! She couldn't sleep like this. Something had to be 
wrong with her when all she could think about tonight was sex! Sure she 
missed Paul, but that shouldn't make her feel like this! Well, she could 
always take a warm shower and that would help! 

She took her already dampened capris off and then her shirt. Wrapping a robe 
around her nakedly trembling body she grabbed a towel and bath cloth and 
hurried down the hallway to the bathroom. She'd be quiet and no one would 
know she wasn't already asleep. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Sandy stood under the spraying water of the shower with soapy suds running 
down her wet naked body. Her mind was in a turmoil, and in spite of her 
efforts to concentrate on something else, she kept hearing the lewd sounds 
seeing the perverted sight of the kneeling man between the woman's 
outstretched legs. 

Transferring her thoughts to the afternoon when she'd gone to the boarding 
house looking for a place to live, she remembered the older woman who 
introduced herself as being Ma Perry, the proprietor. Sandy had been 
surprised to learn that she had to share the bathroom with Ma Perry's 
daughter and son-in-law. They were the only other people sleeping on the 
first floor and the son-in-law helped take care of the boarding house. She'd 
explained that they had breakfast at seven in the morning, lunch at twelve 
noon, and dinner at six in the evening. 

When she asked for a key, Sandy had been told by Ma Perry that it wasn't 
needed. No one locked their bedrooms. Also, the young blonde had learned 
that she could not cook in her room, and that any damage would have to be 
paid for. 

Sandy shivered in the shower as she realized how difficult it was going to 
be for her to learn to live like this! God, what poverty! As if there was 
anything she could damage in her bare bleak room! 

With her eyes closed, she soaped her face and was just rinsing the suds off 
when she heard a door open. Hurriedly wiping her face with the bath cloth, 
she opened her eyes and saw a figure standing at the open door of the shower 
stall looking at her. Feeling the sting of soap in her eyes, she thought, Oh 
Darn! Turning to let the water flow over her face again, she called, "Is 
that you Mrs. Perry?" 

"No!" a female voice said . . . a voice that sounded vaguely familiar. 

Drying her face again, Sandy stared out at the woman. Her mouth gaping, she 
quickly held her towel in front of her naked body and the woman continued to 
stare, a half smile on her face. Sandy recognized the dark-haired woman as 
the same one she'd just seen in the parlor a few minutes ago. She was about 
thirty, short shaggy hair and a plump, but well curved body. 

"I'm sorry . . . I . . . I thought I was alone," the young school teacher 
stammered. She didn't like to have someone see her when she was naked. 

"You're the new teacher, ain't you," the woman smiled. 

Sandy could only shake her head in a yes motion as she suddenly felt nervous 
at the woman's leering stare. A good-looking woman in a masculine sort of 
way, the older girl seemed to be enthralled with the young blonde's body. 

The dark-haired woman was staring in undisguised interest as she moved her 
eyes up and down, taking in the tall young teacher standing in the spraying 
shower. 

"You're getting your towel wet," she said as she reached out and took the 
towel after dropping her own robe outside the shower stall. 

Sandy felt the woman's small up-thrust breasts pressing against her arm as 
the naked brunette continued to stand in the shower with her. She turned her 
back and began to scrub the soap off her so she could get out of here and go 
to her room. 

'That's no way to scrub your back. Here, let me do it for you," the 
dark-haired woman said. 

"The warmness of the older woman's voice made Sandy obey and she stood 
straight and stiff while the woman took the bath cloth and gently began to 
rub her back. Sandy found herself trembling but for the life of her couldn't 
imagine why. 

"Now, wasn't that better?" the woman asked as she handed the cloth back to 
Sandy and placed her hands on her naked hips in intimate companionship. 

"Yes, thank you," the young teacher said as she turned her face toward the 
shower wall and began to rinse the rest of the soap off her so she could get 
out of here and go to her room. 

Marie licked her lips and quickly stepped into the shower again, directly 
behind the young blonde, her hands trembling with anticipation. "I might as 
well use the same shower. You're just about finished anyway," she purred as 
her naked thigh touched Sandy's. 

"But.. . but.. . " the young girl stammered. 

"It's all right, honey. Just save water, that's all," she said soothingly. 
"By the way, I'm Marie Jansen. My mother owns the boarding house, and I live 
here with my husband, Sam." 

"I . . . I'm Sandy Miller," the blonde teacher mumbled, her voice quavering, 
unsure of being here with a naked woman. But she seemed to be a good woman. 
Probably thought nothing of being in a shower with no clothes on and 
touching another naked woman. And the man she'd been with was her husband, 
so what was she worried about? It sure would be hard getting used to the way 
these people lived! 

"Come on, honey, move over a bit," the older woman said, gripping Sandy's 
waist. It seemed as if Marie's strong hands would fit all the way around her 
slender body with fingers touching. She must be a hard working woman, she 
was so strong! 

Sandy smiled and said, "Okay." She moved against the shower wall and raised 
her hands to wipe her face. The water flooded over her eyes and mouth as she 
felt the woman tighten her grip on her waist. Turning away from the water, 
the young girl used the bath cloth to wipe the water from her face just as 
Marie pulled her close against her own naked body. 

"Wha . . . what are you doing," Sandy said, a small sound of surprise 
contorting her words. She felt the soft wet nakedness of the strange woman 
against her as their naked loins met. She wondered if it was her imagination 
or if Marie was really grinding her hair-covered vaginal mound into her own 
loins. The warm water showered down on both of them, soaking their 
nakedness, lulling Sandy into the false illusion that it felt the same as 
being cuddled close to Paul. 

"I . . . I'll go now," she stammered as she suddenly realized she was 
beginning to get excited by the feel of the other woman. 

"No, not yet. You still got soap on your back!" 

"No.. . it's all off!" 

"Sandy, honey, soap will irritate that baby-soft skin you have. You'd better 
learn that this soap is not like what you're used to," Marie placed her hand 
on the soft glistening mounds of the girl's buttocks, and turned her around. 

Sandy wasn't sure, but it felt like the older woman was deliberately holding 
her. The way they were standing, the young girl could feel Marie's curly 
pussy hair tickling her sensitive ass-cheeks. The tingling sensations raced 
through her body as she jerked away from the strong hands. 

"N-no!" Sandy gasped. 

"You come from the city, huh?" 

Sandy nodded. She didn't want to continue this conversation. The woman was 
only trying to show her the ways of common people, but this was more than 
she wanted to know. Besides, she had an instinctive feeling that the older 
female was deliberately being lewd. 

The young blonde reached for her towel, trying to wiggle her hips past the 
other woman and get away, but Marie let her hand slide teasingly across 
Sandy's wet shining pussy curls, and said, "Don't go yet. You're too 
nervous. Let me give you a massage." 

Sandy didn't want to get off on the wrong foot her first day here, and the 
woman did sound almost angry. She tried to relax as Marie brazenly reached 
out and caressed her naked back. In spite of her instinctive revulsion, it 
felt good and the young blonde enjoyed the sensations spreading out from the 
pit of her flat little belly. A warm moist feeling was flowing into her 
vagina, filling her with pleasant shivering excitement as she felt the 
dark-haired woman's pussy hair pressing against the ultra-sensitive flesh of 
her naked buttocks. And then, Marie spun her around, facing her, as she 
massaged her shoulders, slowly letting her hands drop lower and lower until 
they were caressing the new teacher's warmly tingling breasts. 

Sandy could feel the older woman move in closer, pushing out her hips until 
her dark-haired cuntal mound was pressed against her own vagina. The feeling 
was so lewdly sensational that she only vaguely wondered if the woman was 
knowingly thrusting her hips back and forth, causing her throbbing cunt to 
thrill to every suggestive movement. Her vagina was pulsating with an 
obscene excitement, just the way it had that last night with Paul. 

"That's it.. . just relax . . . relax . . . " the dark-haired woman crooned, 
feeling her own wanton hunger growing intolerably in her loins . . . 

Outside the first floor window, there were shadows moving along, keeping 
close to the wall. The two young teenage boys moved stealthily along toward 
the lighted windows of the boarding house bathroom, followed by several 
other youths. They were peeping into open windows to see if there was 
anything exciting going on. Not having much entertainment for young boys in 
Medoc, Oregon, they liked to sneak out at night and get their kicks from 
watching other people. One of the boys, Stuart, was a hot-headed youngster, 
bold and bossy with all the other kids, the very image of his father the 
local Judge Monti Wagner. 

Stuart Wagner was known to all his friends as Stu, and what he said was law 
to the teenagers. He was the number one leader because his father ran the 
town. 

This particular evening they had been drinking some Oregon oh god!, a 
rot-gut vodka that was made at a nearby illegal still, hidden away in the 
mountains, and they were looking for trouble. They needed a girl and if they 
found one tonight, God help her. Usually when they needed sex, they went to 
the farm workers camp high up in the hills, but tonight they didn't have a 
car and six miles was too far to walk. The boys got by with their juvenile 
pranks in the town because no one wanted to be the one to tell the judge 
that his son was a problem. 

After they'd finished off the mason jar of vodka, it had been a dull quiet 
night.. . too quiet for healthy young boys. The itinerant farm workers up in 
the hills would do anything for kicks, being hard-working, hard-playing, 
uncomplicated people. But, there was no way of getting there without 
stealing a car, and the only car they could find was the judge's. Well that 
was out! 

Being too drunk to use their head, they began to prowl the town. Like a pack 
of hound's on the whiff of something, they headed straight for Ma Perry's 
boarding house, on the chance they might see Marie. She was usually good for 
a laugh or two if nothing else, running around with no clothes on, sucking 
her old man off, or fucking with anyone she could lure into her mother's 
parlor. 

Marie didn't like Stu, but then a lot of people didn't, feeling he was 
nothing but a juvenile delinquent. But, not his father! Judge Wagner just 
grinned and made excuses for him, saying he was just a growing boy. After 
all he didn't have a mother to guide him having died when he was just a 
little baby. "And, hell, you all know -boys will be boys," the judge said. 
No one pointed out to him that he had sentenced one young farm worker 
fourteen years old to two years in the state reformatory for siphoning two 
gallons of gas from a car. 

Feeling horny and mean tonight, Stu sneaked up to the only lighted window of 
the boarding house and peered into the bathroom where Sandy and Marie were 
in the shower. As soon as he saw the women, he froze, motioning his friends 
to be quiet and pointing at the square of light. Lifting up higher to the 
window, he supported himself with his elbows on the window sill and stared 
in at the salacious spectacle that met his eye. His mouth fell open and his 
youthful penis jerked into an almost immediate erection. 

Jesus Christ! There was Marie Jansen, naked! Sam Jansen's wife naked as a 
jaybird and copping feels from another female! He'd been right to think she 
might be a dyke, because she was holding on to the other woman just like a 
guy would have done. Wow, he was going to see one hell of an act tonight! 

His alcohol stunned brain took in the whole scene. Marie had some girl, with 
a sensation body, in her arms and her big fleshy titties glistened with the 
water from the shower. The blonde's nipples were stiff and shaped like 
pencil erasers, and Marie was rubbing her back, her stomach, her tits, and 
her cunt! Her cunt! Ole dyke Marie was rubbing the young girl's hair-covered 
pussy with her own. It was an obscene motion that made his painfully 
pulsating cock jerk into even greater hardness. Too bad old Jansen's wife 
didn't have a cock or he'd get to see two women fucking each other tonight! 

The girl seemed to be enjoying it in a relaxed way, her head forward, her 
arms hanging down limp at her sides. Only her legs and thighs seemed to 
strain as Marie thrust against her. But she had a blissful expression on her 
face. 

"Here . . . you got some more soap on you," Sandy jumped as she heard Marie 
exclaim and then trembled as the older woman began to wipe across her 
tingling breasts as though she were washing away the suds. 

As Stu watched he crouched against the window, practically hanging from the 
window sill now by his fingers, his lust-widened eyes just peering over the 
edge. He couldn't see any soap on the young girl, but then Ole Lady Jensen 
didn't care, it looked like she just wanted to run her hand all over the 
girl's luscious body. 

While the older woman caressed one firmly ripened breast of the strange 
blonde, Stu saw Marie reach down and clutch one of the girl's wetly 
glistening ass-cheeks with the other hand. Wowee, that old biddy was going 
to make the broad, right there in the shower! He shoved his buddies 
backwards, drooling down his chin as he gasped for breath. Marie was 
pinching and squeezing that neat butt, pretending to be rinsing off the 
soap. The girl seemed to be enjoying it, but then, he couldn't be sure. 
Maybe the old gal was going to rape her.. . force the blonde into lesbian 
activities. Jeez, he'd heard about that happening . . . one female raping 
another and making her like it! 

Meanwhile, the scene Stu was watching was all too real to Sandy. She thought 
that all this massaging must be wrong! Awfully wrong! Yet it did feel so 
good, and the older woman just wanted to be friends. She supposed that some 
people just didn't think anything of it. Almost in a hypnotic trance, she 
told herself that she'd had a bad time earlier in the evening and she was 
tired and nervous from the strain of seeing Marie and her husband in a lewd 
embrace. The massage definitely was relaxing her, and maybe that was why it 
felt so good. Besides, it was nice to have a friend, even if she had thought 
she was a bad woman earlier. After all, Marie had been with her husband! 

The dark-haired woman's hand touched the blonde's taut little belly and that 
felt good too, making her love-starved body tremble with an unknown delight. 
She began to feel drowsy and wished she could lie down on a bed and let 
Marie massage her all over her tingling body. 

Now, Stu had his face flat up against the window with his eyes bulging out. 
He was barely making a sound as he breathed shallowly in his throat, but he 
wanted to gasp for air, ease his constricted throat even though he knew he 
couldn't. He didn't want them to see him before it was all over. 

"There . . . feel better now?" he heard Marie say to the strange girl. 

"Ooooohhhhhhhhh, yes . . . thank you!" 

"You poor kid. I bet you've never been out of the city, and this mountain 
air is awfully thin for strangers." The older woman reached out for the 
girl, and then pressing their mouths together, she kissed her with a warm 
passion. A second later, crushing the young blonde against her own naked 
body, she lowered her mouth and began kissing her on the neck and shoulder. 

"I feel good now," Sandy whispered. "So relaxed." 

"You liked my massage, did you?" Marie whispered, emotion constricting her 
throat. "Well, I used to work as a masseuse." Her eyes narrowed seductively, 
"You see, it was one of those massage parlors where they catered to special 
customers." 

Sandy barely heard her words as the older woman slowly worked her hot hungry 
mouth down from her neck to the fleshy up-thrust mounds of her breasts. Oh 
God, it felt so nice . . . and strangely enough, she could feel a wild 
pulse-beat of carnal delight deep up inside her vagina . . . just like she'd 
felt that night with Paul. She suddenly stopped in her thoughts and with a 
jerk pulled away from Marie's arms. 

"I'd better go," she stammered, staring at the naked woman. 

"I'll take you to your room," Marie soothed, "You're awfully tired." 

"I . . . I can go alone," Sandy mumbled. "Besides, you haven't had your 
shower." 

"If you'll wait just a minute, I'll be finished." Marie thought quickly, 
"Here, you can scrub my back now." 

"I'm too tired," Sandy moved to step from the shower stall. 

"But, I washed your back," a hurt moaning voice said. "Friends help each 
other." 

The young blonde was having trouble thinking straight, but she knew that she 
couldn't hurt the older woman's feeling especially after she'd been so nice 
to her. So she leaned against the shower wall and waited, saying, "Okay." 

Marie soaped her entire body and then turned her back to the strange school 
teacher, and said, "Scrub it hard." 

"Is that the way," Sandy said quietly as she tentatively rubbed the 
washcloth across the naked back of her new found friend. 

"Ohhhhhhhh, yeh man, that really feels good. Harder!" Marie whispered, 
sensuously twisting her wet fleshy buttocks back against the girl's naked 
belly. "Lower," she added. 

Sandy leaned against the stall, carelessly scrubbing the cloth across the 
woman's naked flesh, unconscious to the thoughts that were swirling in the 
older woman's head. Actually, she was so drained by her emotional needs that 
she had to get to bed very soon and go to sleep or she would collapse. 

"Here, now wash my belly," Marie turned quickly, and thrust her full, 
sensuous breasts out in the strange girl's face. "My body ain't as nice as 
yours, but I ain't had no complaints." 

"You're a nice woman, Marie." 

"You're beautiful! I betcha the boys drive you crazy," Marie said enticingly 
as she reached out and lowered her hands until the tips of her fingers were 
touching the blonde's soft curling pussy hair. "So nice!" 

"I'm engaged," Sandy said simply. "He's the only boyfriend I have." She 
forced her hips backward seeking to escape the tantalizing touch but the 
fingers followed her and began once again caressing her hotly throbbing 
vaginal flesh. 

"Well, he's sure a lucky man," the older woman breathed heavily now, the 
feel of the girl's cuntal warmth was driving her crazy. God, if only Sam 
would never come home from playing poker with the boys. She'd like to take 
this rich bitch right now, right here on the bathroom floor. But what if Sam 
came home. 

"You have the nicest tits," she gasped, unable to control her lewd emotions 
any longer. Covering both fleshy mounds with her hands, she began to massage 
them with a rapidity that caused the young girl to exclaim. 

"No . . . don't touch me like that anymore!" Oh God! she had to stop these 
indecent caresses before she lost control of herself. 

The older woman stepped back, and stared into the face of the blonde, her 
face contorted with both anger and lust. She'd show the snob! Thought she 
was too good for a backwoods ' mountain woman! For a second she fought the 
urge to take the girl forcefully, and do really wild things to her that 
she'd never forget. But, this was the new school teacher and they were hard 
to find, especially for this town where the nearest city was two hundred 
miles away. 

Stepping toward the open door to the shower stall, Marie murmured, "Okay, 
that's enough for me. Come on, I'll take you to your room." 

"I can go alone. I'm okay," the young blonde said as she reached for her 
towel. 

"I'll give you a 'welcome to Medoc' drink in my room first, then." Marie was 
thinking furiously of a way to get her in bed. God, it'd been a long time 
since she'd just let go with another female and not give a damn who knew 
about it. 

"Not tonight.. . another time," Sandy sighed. 

Marie stared at the self assured proud young blonde and wanted to slap her 
face. If anyone needed to be brought down a peg, it was this new teacher. 
Still, though, she had excited the girl in the shower; the girl had 
responded, so maybe there still was hope. 

"It'll make you feel better! she said warmly. 

"I feel fine!" 

The older woman was not going to give up. She was going to have this 
smart-ass blonde, and tonight.. . before Sam came home. The enticing young 
body of hers was driving her out of her gourd. This straight little school 
teacher was worth taking chances for, even forcing her if necessary . . . 
and once she turned her on to all-girl sex, why life would be interesting 
all winter. 

"Well, all right, you can give me a drink. I need one," Marie said firmly. 

"I'm sorry, but I don't have any alcohol," Sandy said, taking her robe from 
the chair and putting it on. 

"I'll bring mine to your room, and we'll drink there while you relax," she 
said quickly. 

"I'd rather not, Marie!" 

"Well, all right! But, what's wrong with me? Don't you like me? I know! You 
don't like common folks like me," she said in a hurt-filled voice. 

"No, you're wrong! I'm just so tired!" Sandy whispered, feeling embarrassed. 
Oh God, how do you keep from hurting someone's feelings? she thought. 

"Well, that's more reason to have a big jolt before going to bed. You may be 
too tired to sleep," Marie insisted. "Unless, you're too good to have a 
drink with me." 

"No, I'm not," Sandy sighed in resignation. 

"All right then . . . just one." 

'Then, it's all settled," the older woman said as she put her arm around the 
young blonde and squeezed her shoulder. "Sam says I drink too much, but 
that's what he thinks about everyone except himself." 

Marie's eyes were glowing with lust as she led the reluctant young teacher 
down the hall to her bedroom. 

"Come on in while I get the bottle," the dark haired woman said as she 
opened the door. 

"I'll just wait here," Sandy said as she leaned wearily against the open 
door. 

Stu and his cohorts had dropped to the ground as soon as the two women left 
the bathroom and closed the door behind them. It was no problem to find the 
Jansens' bedroom, but which one did the girl sleep in? With Stu in the lead, 
he stopped and scratched his youthful chin. There was a woman who had been 
staying here at Ma Perry's who left only last week to go to California. 
Maybe that was the room where the good looking blonde was living now. 
Knowing that Marie was stopping at her room to get a bottle, the fifteen and 
sixteen year old boys stopped at the window to the room where Sandy was 
sleeping, and squatted in a circle. Quietly they discussed the naked bodies, 
the difference in the breasts, pussy mounds and ass-cheeks of the two women, 
for the benefit of the ones who didn't see too well. "Oh shit." 

"Oh fuck." 

"Oh damn." 

"Wheweeeeeee!" 

"Oh, fuck is right! Fuck the blonde bitch," Stu said drunkenly as he reached 
into his back pocket and pulled out a flat bottle of the potent vodka. 
Instead of passing it around, he took a big swig and put it back in his 
pocket. The other boys licked their lips, but didn't complain. They knew it 
wouldn't get them anything except a slug in the head. 

"Wow, I always thought Mrs. Jansen looked like a man. My mother said that 
one time she had a bad back and Marie came to give her a massage. She told 
my Dad, and I heard her through the window. She said old lady Jansen did 
some funny things to her," one of the younger boys stated excitedly. 

"Who's the blonde? Do you know, Stu?" 

"Never knew there was anyone like her around here," the leader of the 
teenagers smiled. "But, I'll find out.. . real soon! I gotta get closer to 
that one!" 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The boys were still crouched in the dark when the lights were turned on in 
the bedroom and the two robed women entered through the already open door. 
The young blonde dropped to the bed while Marie Jansen hurriedly stepped 
across the room to where a pitcher of water and four glasses were setting on 
the table. 

The boys had to move up to the lighted window to see better, but this window 
was much lower than the one in the bathroom. They circled the window with 
heads jammed together all trying to see at the same time. Stu was drunker 
than all the rest, but not a single one of the youngsters was completely 
sober. All inhibitions had long since drained out of their teenage bodies, 
and they were not afraid to openly stare in the window. Nevertheless, Stu 
didn't want their fun to be ruined, so he whispered, "Okay, you guys, if 
anyone makes a sound, I'm gonna punch him out, ya hear?" 

There was a mass nodding of heads, but not a word was spoken, as they all 
turned their eyes eagerly back to the lighted scene inside the room. 

The strange blonde was lying back on the bed now, the pillows shoved under 
her head. The older woman handed her one of the two glasses she'd filled 
with liquor and they both took a drink together. They still had their robes 
on, but Stu knew what the girl looked like and somehow the thought of all 
that mouth-watering nakedness under the robe made his long hard penis begin 
pounding with a fury. He had to find out who his hot little bitch was, even 
if he had to ask his dad to find out. She excited the youth like no girl at 
the itinerant camp had ever done, not even the fourteen year old one who 
liked to suck cock. 

The other boys took turns staring in the window, but Stu never took his eyes 
off the lolling blonde stranger. He carefully looked all around him in the 
darkness, checking to see that no one could see them crouched at the window. 
Jesus! He sure didn't want old man Jansen coming home from his father's 
poker game tonight and catch them. He'd skin 'em alive . . . judge's son or 
no judge. He felt more sure of their position when he saw a thick shrub 
between them and the only spot anyone might see them. They were practically 
hidden from anyone's view. 

Turning back to the window he knew they could do all the peeking they wanted 
to and not be seen, unless someone came into the back yard. 

The girl lying on the bed was making a face as she sipped at the drink Marie 
had handed her. The older woman had drank hers in one big gulp when she said 
loudly, "Ya gotta drink it down, fast, honey! This Oregon ohgod is rough!" 

"Okay," Sandy answered as she held her nose and swallowed all the liquid in 
the glass. She choked and gasped for air as the burning liquor seared her 
throat and down into her stomach. The dark-haired woman patted her on the 
back and laughed, "See what I mean?" 

"I don't drink much," the girl answered trying to calm her choking throat. 

"Okay, now it's time for you to get to sleep. I'll just help you get your 
robe off and into bed." 

"I.. . I . . . " Sandy sighed, wondering what this strange feeling was that 
was engulfing her. Good God! If all these people drank that stuff, no wonder 
they didn't get good school teachers for their children. No one could stand 
that kind of drinking for long! Yet, she was glad she'd let Marie come with 
her. Now, she'd know they were friends. Besides she felt so good! Like she 
was floating! 

Marie took the empty glass from the weary blonde and set it down on the 
table. Then she came back to the bed and gently lifted the new school 
teacher and, with eagerly trembling fingers, began to undress her. Slowly 
she unfastened the belt and lifted the bottom of the robe so Sandy weaving 
with a combination of exhaustion and near-drunkenness could sit down, before 
she fell down. Then, she teasingly slid her hands up the girl's flaring hips 
moving upward until she reached the sleeves and quickly removed the robe 
from her arms. She dropped it to the floor and stood staring at Sandy's 
sensually enticing nakedness. 

Trembling with overpowering desire, the older woman quickly stepped over to 
the table and took another big gulp of the alcohol. Staring through slitted 
eyes at the blonde school teacher, she knew the home brew was having its 
effect. She hadn't told the girl that it was 150 proof! Pure TNT! She'd 
probably be unconscious in ten minutes. 

With a silly giggle, Sandy fell back on the bed and her legs fell lewdly 
apart, exposing the pink glistening lips of her hair-lined little pussy. 
"I'm so sleepy!" she muttered. 

Marie hurried to the side of the bed and sat down beside the sprawled girl. 
A second later, she lifted Sandy's legs up onto the bed and spread her 
thighs in an obscene position. 

"It's all right," the older woman whispered, you go to sleep and I'll leave 
you alone." 

Marie stroked the girl's sleek upper thigh and kissed her on the lips. "I 
like you honey," she said, her lust-constricted voice hoarse. 

"I like you too, Marie," Sandy's voice was so low that she had to lean over 
to hear her. 

"Go to sleep. Go to sleep!" the dark haired woman crooned as she continued 
to caress the girl's naked body going from her proudly uplifted breasts to 
her silken-fringed vaginal mound and back again. 

"So nice," Sandy slurred, not knowing who was speaking anymore. Her drunken 
mind a blur of sensations, and nothing mattered now except this wonderful 
feeling that was filling her sleepy body. 

"Go to sleep," Marie purred, wanting her to be unconscious when she first 
began her ministrations. She knew the hot little bitch wouldn't stay asleep 
for long, not once she felt a tongue worming around in her cunt. 

"I feel. . . funny," the blonde whispered, her eyes slowly closing. 

Marie wanted to get up and turn out the light but she was afraid to move 
away from the lovely naked body she was caressing. Instead she whispered, 
"Does it feel good?" 

"Hmmmmmmm," Sandy murmured never opening her eyes. But, the light was 
shining in her face so she turned over on her belly, slightly crooking her 
knees so that her wetly gleaming cunt was revealed to the lewdly staring 
older woman sitting on the bed beside her. 

Marie fairly vibrated with lust! Her teeth were tightly clenched and her 
face had become distorted with a lewd forbidden desire. The voluptuously 
curved body was so exciting. Slowly she slid her sweating palms across the 
school teacher's white ass-cheeks, kneading them, cupping the fleshy mounds, 
parting them so she could see the tiny puckered anus that nestled there. 

"You like that," she whispered to Sandy. 

"Ummmmmmm," she slurred, utterly relaxed from the soothing sensations 
spreading over her. 

"If you'll stay relaxed and do everything I say, I'll really make you feel 
good, honey. Okay?" 

"Uhhhhhhh . . . " 

"You'll have to like me. Do you?" the older woman questioned anxiously. 

"Ummmmmmmmmm . . . " 

"Well, I like you more than you like me. I do!" 

"Ahhhhhhh . . . " Sandy mumbled, her voice almost silent with sleep. She 
seemed to be going in and out of a tunnel. The voice she was listening to 
became dimmer and dimmer and then louder again, but she didn't care. The 
hands felt so good. Could it be Paul caressing her? No, she'd left her 
fianc' in Chicago. But, it felt like his hands. Go to sleep, that's what 
she'd do. 

Marie continued to slide her hands over the smooth curving back and down 
over the soft fleshy buttocks, massaging them as she dipped the tip of her 
fingers into the dampened crevice between the mounds and teasing at the 
tightly puckered anus. 

"Want me to do it some more, Sandy?" 

"Uhhhhhhhhh . . . " 

The older woman dropped her mouth to the girl's belly and with a wetly 
licking movement began moving lower until her flickering tongue was probing 
at the slightly separated crevice. 

Sandy felt the rapid growth of an overpowering excitement and vaguely 
wondered what was happening to her, but the lewd moan that escaped her lips 
was one of encouragement and hunger . . . 

Outside the window an excited young boy was getting his ears cuffed by his 
leader. He'd become so excited that he'd unconsciously shoved Stu Wagner and 
forced the older youth's face away from the window. The gang of youths moved 
nervously backward as Stu slapped the boy several times back-handedly. It 
was terrible to see Stu mad. He went crazy! But tonight the gang leader's 
anger abruptly evaporated under the heat of his lust. He turned back to the 
window as soon as the younger boy fell cowering in fright on his knees. 

Stu was so aroused that he wanted to kick in the window. Jesus! That dyke 
Marie was really putting on a show with the young girl. Marie was still 
caressing the strange blonde's back, her face a contorted mask of obscene 
desire. Crouched at the window, Stu saw the naked girl evidently sleeping 
while the leering older woman separated her ass-cheeks before dipping her 
rapier like tongue down to the shining little brown circle of her anus. Stu 
gasped and grabbed his painfully throbbing cock as Mrs. Jansen licked her 
red gleaming tongue up and down the shadowy crevice between the blonde's 
buttocks. 

And Sandy finally felt the roaring fire that swept through her, spreading 
outward from her tongue-impaled anal passage. She let out a moan of ecstasy 
as the tongue swept over her sensitive anal ring, and the desire grew until 
it was a boiling cauldron of lust centered high up inside her belly. The 
sensations would not stop and she felt her erratically quivering ass-cheeks 
rise to meet the obscene gesture. More, oh God, she wanted more. She didn't 
care what it was, but she had to have more. Now, that flickering tongue was 
moving with a heated passion that threatened to envelop her nakedly 
squirming body and black out her tortured mind. 

Marie spread the young blonde's legs even further apart and then, with a 
lewd slurping sound, began licking the entire hair-lined vaginal furrow. As 
the aroused young teacher bucked up off the bed, Marie slowly, teasingly, 
pushed her stiffened tongue deep into the girl's wetly gaping pussy. 

"Aaaaaghhhhhh . . . you mustn't" Sandy moaned, but her protests were 
meaningless because she had opened her legs even wider in obscene 
invitation. 

The young schoolteacher could feel the sensitive walls of her lust-heated 
vagina throbbing with desire as it slid in and out of her moistened passage. 
Oh Paul! Paul! I need you! she thought, but her thoughts were distorted with 
the knowledge. 

Sandy knew she should say something, open her eyes. Desperately .she fought 
to see who was on the bed with her, and then she remembered. It was her 
newly acquired friend, Marie Jansen! She should cover her naked body so the 
other woman couldn't see her, but what difference did it make! 

She slowly forced her eyes open enough to look up at Marie and saw her 
smiling down at her. "You are so beautiful! Sandy, your tits are like 
heaven!" 

Sandy smiled back at her with an uncomprehending stare and watched in frozen 
wonder at the older woman running warm comforting hands all over her 
vulnerable nakedness. "I'm going to really show you how much I like your 
body," Marie said in a passion-choked voice. 

Peering in the window, Stu's mouth gaped and he slitted his eyes with lewd 
excitement as he saw old lady Jansen take off her robe and nestle close 
against the young blonde on the bed. He saw her kiss the stranger on the 
mouth and then use her knees to press the blonde's long slender thighs 
apart. Then, Marie rolled over and began grinding and writhing her pussy 
against the girl's wide split loins just as if she had a cock and was 
fucking. 

His face was glued to the window and his breath rasped out in hot gasps. 
Then, he saw Marie force her hand down between the blonde's thighs and 
caress the golden pubic hair, slowly spreading the cuntal lips wide with her 
fingers so she could press her own dark pussy fringe against the already 
hardened clitoris. 

A strange overpowering excitement soared through the schoolteacher's nakedly 
displayed body and she gasped with delight. This was even better than it had 
been with Paul. But, it was just a woman . . . a woman! "Oh God, don't . . . 
please don't!" she shuddered, not really wanting this fantastic feeling to 
ever stop. 

"I know you like it.. . I like it too." Marie ground her pelvis into the 
girl's moistly heated cuntal flesh, causing an overpowering pressure against 
her little hard clitoris. 

"Aaaggghhhhhh . . . ooohhhhhhhh," Sandy heard her own voice gasping out her 
forbidden pleasure, but the wanton sounds seemed to be coming from another 
person. But, I shouldn't let this happen to me! It's wrong, she thought but 
she continued to writhe in unconcealed pleasure. 

Outside in the darkness, Stu Wagner and his gang were having trouble keeping 
their hands off their eagerly throbbing cocks. Every once in awhile one of 
the boys would sneak their hand down to their crotch and caress the hardened 
rods of flesh and then remove it before the other guys saw them. They'd 
never seen anything like this in their whole lives. Never in all their 
experiences of watching other people in the privacy of their homes had they 
been this excited. 

Stu saw Marie wrap her arms tightly around the blonde's long lithe legs in 
order to tilt her hips upward and then force her pink, wetly glistening 
pussy lips even wider in an effort to give closer contact with the blonde's 
passion hardened little clitoris. 

The two women were kissing on the mouth, and the boys could see the older 
woman's little red tongue as it slid in and out between the strange girl's 
slightly parted lips in rhythm to their pelvic thrusts. 

Marie could feel her climax building frenziedly inside her loins, and she 
gave in to the obscene excitement. She felt her cum wash over her cuntal 
lips and drip down her thigh to the bed as she writhed in uncontrollable 
spasms of ecstasy. 

"Ooooohhhhhhhh . . . Aaaaaaggg hhhhhhhhh . . . " the animal scream exploded 
from her mouth. She continued her contortions as she clung wildly to the 
blonde girl and felt the eager response of the younger woman's shamelessly 
aroused body. 

The boys standing at the window could see the older woman kissing and 
caressing the young stranger as both females continued to lewdly grind their 
cunts against each other. Stu was staring with a cruel leer, and he grinned 
mirthlessly as he made up his mind that he was going to have that blonde if 
it was the last thing he ever did. And while he was at it, he'd also give 
that Jansen woman a good fuck, so she wouldn't need to mess up some woman's 
mind. It might be interesting to get both of these little bitches up to the 
itinerant farm workers camp and let them both be fucked at the same time by 
about 15 or 20 men. Might teach them to stop their goddamned lesbian 
activities. 

He saw the blonde smiling in a glazed-ecstasy, her eyes still closed as the 
older woman pressed her naked body tightly against her. 

"Like that?" Marie whispered. 

"Mmmmmrn," was all that the strange girl could say as she drifted off to 
sleep again. 

"Now, I'll bring you to climax, too!" she said with a grin of lewd triumph. 
"Just relax!" 

Marie was so hot she would surely explode if she didn't have this obviously 
innocent young girl again with her mouth. She began by kissing the new 
teacher's lushly ripened breast and sucking at the taut little nipples. 
Then, breathing deeply, she moved downward once again, dipping her tongue 
into the tiny little navel as she dropped her face lower and lower. 

Marie was now nakedly crouched on her knees, her legs widely separated so 
that Stu could see her moistly glistening pussy with drops of her 
pearl-colored cum clinging to the hairs on her pink little slit. Man, that 
wasn't bad . . . at all! And, Marie did have lots of experience! After the 
blonde, he'd try that one out too! 

Stu watched as the Jansen woman hunched over the young female's nakedly 
writhing loins, her own hips thrusting back and forth in an obscene movement 
of carnal hunger. One of her hands seized the girl's proudly uplifted 
breasts and she began to knead it with uncontrolled passion. And then, in a 
fevered motion, she moved her mouth back up to the tiny little nipple and 
began to suck gluttonously on the erect little nub. The girl on the bed 
moaned and writhed apart. The boys could see the moist fluted edges of her 
cunt that seemed to swell in front of their eyes. 

With a hungry recklessness now, Marie massaged the firm quivering mounds of 
flesh more roughly, as she moved her hot hungry mouth across Sandy's 
quivering belly. Then, she abandoned the up-thrust breasts completely to 
clutch the blonde around the slim curling waist as she slid further down 
toward the wild girl's lurching loins. As she moved downward, Marie shifted 
around to where she was facing toward the window and her knees were 
straddling the other female's chest. As Stu stared with bulging eyes, he saw 
the older woman's hungry mouth kissing the blonde's softly curling pussy 
hair. The girl spread her legs even wider, and the boy gazed in hungry 
rapture at the mouth-watering sight of the wide-split vaginal furrow. Marie 
was licking feverishly at the tight little cunt which gaped wide apart with 
moist lubrication and now was visibly pulsing with desire. Below her 
succulent cuntal area, Stu could see her smoothly rounded buttocks pumping 
up and down in complete abandonment. 

Almost viciously, the older woman dug her tongue into the hotly trembling 
passage as Sandy lewdly spread her legs as far as humanly possible. Then, 
Marie reached down with her finger tips and spread the hot pink lips of her 
pink little cunt even wider and saw the tiny clitoris, throbbing and 
extended, and begging to be massaged. 

With one thumb, she slid it across the passion sensitive little nub and 
smiled at the young blonde's deep moan of pleasure. Bending her head, the 
old woman licked at the gleaming clitoral mound in front of her face and was 
pleased to hear the school teacher groan louder. Sandy moaned again and 
again as she felt overpowering sensations of physical pleasure filling her 
virginal, love-starved body. God, she needed this, and she fervently wished 
it could go on forever. 

Outside the window, Stu stared in growing arousal as Mrs. Jansen flicked the 
wet tip of her stiffened tongue back and forth over the blonde's trembling 
clitoris, and he saw the gleaming red nerve bud grow even bigger as the hot 
fiery tongue of the older woman fucked in and out of her cuntal hole. 

Marie was now teasing and arousing Sandy to a peak of passion she'd never 
known before. Her luscious young body was tossing and turning in lewd 
invitation, vibrating with lust, her lovely face contorted in passion. Her 
eyes were fluttering and her mouth clenched and unclenched as the flickering 
tongue against her sensitive pussy flesh drove her almost out of her mind 
with forbidden desire. 

The Jansen woman instinctively knew it was time for the girl's final defeat. 
Sandy was ready for the ultimate of female love! Slowly, she knelt over the 
young blonde's writhing body and lifted her willing hips, up, up, until they 
were folded back over her belly. Then, pressing them down tightly against 
the inert body, she returned her tongue to Sandy's wetly quivering cuntal 
slit and viciously rammed it deep up inside the heated depths of the 
throbbing passage. The school teacher simply went wild. Her naked body 
jerked and shuddered like someone possessed of devils. Her tautly clenched 
buttocks thrashed back and forth as the torturous tongue forced its hot 
tantalizing way high up inside the virginal pussy. 

With a sob of utter frustration, Sandy fell back on the bed and clutched at 
the older woman's naked ass-cheeks hovering just above her face, digging her 
talon-like nails into the flesh, reaching for more of the cruelly teasing 
tongue. Now, encouraged by the lewd response, Marie attacked her warmly 
perfumed vagina with a sadistic sucking that drove the blonde mad with 
desire, by locking her lips over the hair-lined flesh and pulling the 
succulent, lust-swollen flesh up inside her mouth, forcing moan after lewd 
moan from Sandy's laxly open mouth. 

Her tongue fucked in and out like a tiny red penis, as the new teacher 
moaned out her desperate need, "More . . . oh 

God . . . more . . . do it to me! Aaaggghhhhhhh.. . " 

Oh God, Sandy's lust-crazed mind wondered, what's happened to me? Vaguely, 
she was aware that her usual virginal attitude was unrecognizable for now 
she was making all the sounds and movements of a common prostitute. All her 
dignity was gone, replaced by an uncontrollable lust burning deep inside her 
loins. She squirmed and struggled in carnal hunger beneath the naked body of 
Marie Jansen whom she'd met in the shower only moments before. But, that was 
all right if only this maddening tongue would give her release. She 
surprised herself with her wanton obscene tossing as she forced her hips 
greedily up into the older woman's face. Rolling and tossing uncaringly, she 
somehow found herself on top of Marie, still in the same folded up position 
with the torturous tongue still embedded in her hotly throbbing pussy. She 
knelt on the bed on cramped knees, spraddle-legged over the naked body of 
the older woman. 

This was even better! Now she could control her movements. Now she could 
really grind her shamelessly aroused vagina against that tormenting tongue. 
She felt the tingling sensations inside her cuntal passage, and she 
undulated her hair-lined pussy down into the dark-haired woman's face, 
bouncing up and down in a violent runaway rhythm. 

Sandy pumped and jerked, the erected nipples of her breasts rubbing against 
the naked loins of the other woman beneath her, intensifying the excitement 
as Marie's tongue began to rhythmically fuck in and out of her frantically 
quivering cunt. Abruptly, she became aware of her orgasm rippling inside her 
like a pent-up cyclone, churning around in an effort to escape. There was no 
denying the urgency as it rushed upon her like an exploding volcano, surging 
through her tortured cunt. 

Instinctively even though she had never experienced it before Sandy knew she 
was climaxing, and she gasped out her release, "I'm . . . I . . . I'm cu-cu 
. . . cuummming!" Her shrill ecstatic voice was so unlike her usual 
carefully controlled manner. Then, in a sound like a roaring lioness she 
forced her hotly exploding vagina down into the older woman's face and 
groaned, "It's great.. . I.. . I . . . " Her body tensed again and she 
seemed as though she were falling into a great bottomless hole, as she 
shuddered and trembled, moaning deep in her lust-constricted throat. And 
then, she limply fell to the bed, down on top of the naked Marie, where she 
trembled in complete helplessness. 

The older woman kept darting her tongue in and out of the school teacher's 
ravaged young cunt until she was sure that Sandy had spewed out every drop 
of her liquid passion. Then, she lifted the helpless girl from off her own 
nakedly trembling form and rolled it over to the rumpled sheet. As she 
looked at the still heavily breathing blonde, she dropped her fingers to her 
own wetly throbbing cunt and caressed herself, feeling the lubricated 
passage pulsating with a heated desire. She smiled at the satiated school 
teacher, and lewdly thought of what she had planned for this snobby bitch 
next. 

Peering in the window, Stu Wagner could feel his own hot sperm dampening the 
rubbery end of his long hardened cock inside his pants, and he closed his 
eyes for a moment. Shit and damnation, he thought that was too much! Anymore 
and I'd pop off right in my shorts! He saw Marie getting off the bed to 
stare with lewdly slitted eyes down at the sleeping girl as she grinned in 
satisfaction. Then, she moved over to the table where she'd put a big purse 
when she came in and removed something. 

Judge Wagner's son pressed his nose against the window glass and wondered 
what the crazy lezzie was doing now. He saw her turn and then he drowned in 
confusion as he saw what she had in her hand. Jeez! He almost choked as he 
recognized the long hard artificial cock she was busily buckling on her 
hips. 

It was too good to be true! With hand motions, he moved back to give the 
other boys a better look and grinned to himself as he saw their surprised 
expressions. Crowding back between his young buddies, Stu saw the older 
woman crawl on the bed beside the young blonde. She looked strangely excited 
with one end of the double cock jutting out between her legs and the other 
end shoved tightly up inside her own dark-haired cunt. With a lewd movement, 
she rolled the strange girl over on her back where she lay murmuring 
drunkenly, her legs limply splayed out to the side and her arms beside her. 
Her full fleshy breasts heaved once with a deep sigh as she settled down on 
the bed in an alcoholic and sexual-stupor. 

Marie was in a sadistic mood. All night long she had been giving this school 
teacher whore pleasure, denying herself the same treatment which had now 
overrun its limit. She was almost insane with lusting desire and at the 
moment, she was ready to do anything to satisfy her own perverted cravings. 
Her face was a contortion of greedy lust and her lips twisted in a mirthful 
grin as she spread the blonde's thighs far apart, receiving a helpful 
response from Sandy. 

"That's it, you pretty thing," Marie murmured. "Open your legs a little 
more. We're really going to enjoy ourselves." 

Sandy obeyed every suggestion made by the voice that sounded so far away. 
She knew it was Marie Jansen's, and Marie was her friend. She bent her 
knees, put the flat of her feet on the bed and let her knees drop outward, 
spreading her loins as far as she could. Quickly, Marie crawled between 
them. The long artificial cock-head touched the moist pink opening of the 
school teacher's virginal little pussy. 

Stu felt like he had to take his throbbing penis out and jerk off right 
then. Wow! This was one helluva lot better than watching a man and woman, 
any day! Stu had seen many things, fucking with an audience, stag films his 
father had used as evidence taken from raids, and group sex. They were 
awfully exciting, but nothing had ever been as hot as this! 

His breath was rasping in excitement as he watched Marie Jansen crawl on top 
of the blonde girl who was a stranger to him, and let her weight drop down. 
He saw the laxy movement of the drunken girl, and the lewdly expectant smile 
on her face as she put her arms around the older woman and kissed her. She 
did all this without opening her eyes! Then as the pressure of the dildo 
obviously increased against her cuntal opening, she fluttered her eyelids 
and wakened to the wincing pain of the hard rubber cock pushing relentlessly 
down against her virginal pussy. 

"What? What is it?" she asked unsteadily. 

"Relax, like I told you to, and it'll feel good." 

"What are you doing?" Sandy murmured as she lifted up on one elbow, trying 
to see what was happening to cause this strange pressure. 

"I said relax," the older woman said viciously. "I'm gonna fuck you better 
than any man ever did!" 

The lewd four letter word finally penetrated through the blonde girl's brain 
and her first thought was of the night Paul had tried to make love to her. 
But this wasn't her fianc'! Oh God . . . this was a woman! And whatever she 
was doing it was hurting! Really hurting! "No . . . nnooooooooo, don't," she 
cried out in confusion. God! Her mind was a virtual blur from the home-made 
vodka, but the pain tensed her body as she stared down uncomprehendingly at 
the naked body of the Jansen woman. Her mind rebelled at what she saw. What 
were they doing? Why was Marie in bed with her . . . naked? And what was 
causing the pain? 

"Marie, stop . . . it hurts," she moaned, trying to shove the older woman 
off her trembling body. 

But Marie was an animal now! Her abnormal need for another woman had made 
her sadistic and cruel! "Oh, no! Not that! You're going to let me have some 
fun! You've already had yours, you fucking snob." 

"Marie! Please . . . please don't . . . not this . . . I'm a virgin . . . a 
vir . . . Aaaaaaggghhhhhhhhhaaaaaa!" Sandy tightened her vaginal muscles but 
was thrown backwards to the bed by the agonizing penetration as the 
brunette's oversized artificial penis rammed up into her tight little cunt 
with a brutal force. Marie's naked ass-cheeks and thigh muscles strained 
from the tightness of the school teacher's vaginal opening as she 
sadistically plunged the hard rubber cock mercilessly up to the hilt in the 
virginally resisting passage. 

Sandy screamed once more and then lapsed into momentary unconsciousness as 
the thick rubber dildo ripped through her hymen. 

Unaware of the unconscious girl lying on the bed, Marie was in a mindless 
rapture as she began viciously thrusting her hips backwards and forwards, 
churning the other end of the artificial penis deep up inside her own hotly 
aroused cunt while she fucked the prissy blonde lying beneath her. 

Suddenly, Sandy's eyes fluttered as she returned to consciousness. 
Immediately as if she had been entered by a red-hot poker she felt the 
horrible pounding pain exploding from her cruelly ravaged vagina. "Oh God, 
Marie . . . you're killing me!" she screamed. "You're tearing me apart!" 

When this had no effect on the lust-crazed brunette, she threw back her head 
and screamed for help. She gasped as Marie viciously slapped her twice 
across the face. 

"You do that again, and I'll gag you, you fucking slut," the Jansen woman 
spat in revulsion. Her malicious smile spread across her leering face as she 
fucked gloatingly in and out of the lovely blonde's tightly clenched cunt 
while the helpless girl sobbed and struggled futilely beneath her. She liked 
the way Sandy was begging and the torture she saw etched on the blonde's 
face excited her even more. "Go ahead! Scream and I'll fix you . . . maybe 
you'll even strangle yourself!" she taunted. God, she couldn't get over it. 
The little bitch claimed she was a virgin and she damned near believed her. 
Well, if she was, then she'd get a fucking tonight that she'd remember 
fondly the rest of her life! 

Despite her suffering, the new school teacher knew the vulgarity of the 
whole scene filling her mind was torturing her in a way that her body could 
never be hurt. She should scream and take her chances but she was in a 
strange area, and she didn't know what would happen to her. What she did 
know all too well was that she was pinned to the bed and the pain was a 
trail of fire as the huge artificial penis slid back and forth in her 
agonized pussy like a thick pole of flesh. She stuffed a corner of the sheet 
into her mouth as she felt the scream approaching her throat as the pain 
went deeper and deeper with each savage thrust up inside her virginal belly. 

Outside in the dark Stu was staring in lewd satisfaction as he saw the 
entire gleaming shaft of the hard rubber cock sliding in and out of the 
girl's hair-lined vaginal opening. Jesus! She must have a tight little cunt 
to have resisted so long! And it was obvious she was hurting. He could see 
the slit of her pussy was spread out into a wide circle, her little pink 
cuntal lips tight and thined, puckering tenaciously on the slamming hardness 
as Marie pulled the dildo out and thrust forward again sending it up into 
the little hole. The girl was tensed, every muscle of her nakedly squirming 
body standing out as her face contorted in suffering. 

Then, he saw an obscene perverted look curl Marie's lips as she began to 
sadistically fuck the blonde stranger with all her athletic strength. She 
could see the girl's straining face as she tried to suffer the pain without 
screaming. Shit, the way old lady Jansen is going at it, you'd think she was 
trying to kill that bitch! Stu thought as he stared hypnotized by the sight 
of the vile red rubber penis fucking the girl's painfully quivering pussy. 

The boys hovered at the brightly lit window could see the older woman 
fucking with a wild passion and abandonment bordering on madness as she 
pumped up and down, lewdly gyrating her naked, sweat-covered body, as she 
thrust the thick dildo in and out of the blonde's sadistically ravaged cunt. 

And then, the panting Stu gripped the outside sill of the window in stunned 
disbelief. The girl was changing! He could see her hips hesitate, tremble, 
and then begin to pump back under the thrusts of the lewd phony penis. 

Shit! It was too much! He didn't care what happened now. He couldn't help 
it! He had to beat his meat right now or die! Jerking the zipper open, he 
took his painfully throbbing hardness out and moaned as he began caressing 
it. Gripped by a group excitement too powerful to resist, all sense of 
embarrassment rapidly disappeared from the group of boys staring at the 
obscenity inside the room. They crowded around the window stroking their 
virile young penises, mouths watering, while their eyes bugged out in 
disbelief. 

Inside the room, Sandy felt an uncontrollable urge that could not be 
resisted. A lustful sensation came over her as the black pain reached an 
apex and began to subside into a heavy pressure. And then, she felt the 
ungovernable desire to be violated, degraded, and then satisfied as every 
nerve in her body began to tingle with a wanton eagerness. Abruptly she was 
demanding more of the now pleasurable sensations filling her love-starved 
loins. 

She couldn't control the obscene pumping of her naked loins meeting the 
older woman's savage thrusts. Her shamelessly aroused body began to relax as 
she felt the ecstatic thrill of the hard rubber cock fucking in and out of 
her pulsating cunt, making her want more and more! Now, it felt like the 
most wonderful thing in the world, and she wanted it all! There was no more 
pain and the constant friction or rubbing back and forth across her hardened 
little clitoris was building her rapture higher and higher. A moan of lust 
escaped her laxly open lips. The sound caused Marie to go wild. The brunette 
began fucking her hard and deep, with an abandoned hammering that drove the 
fake two-headed cock in and out of both of their cunts until she thought she 
would die from the building orgasm in her own body. 

The older woman wanted to delay her climax until she felt the young blonde 
cumming, if for no other reason than to say she did it. Sweat was stinging 
her eyes as the two of them bucked and rode each other like uncaring 
animals. 

"Oh God! Do it harder . . . don't stop . . . don't stop . . . 
Aaagghhhhhhhhh!" 

Sandy was pumping her ass-cheeks clear off the bed and slamming them down 
again, almost burying her buttocks in the soft mattress. The school teacher, 
her warmly tingling breasts covered with a fine sweat and bouncing 
obscenely, was thrilling to every second of the perverted fucking. She felt 
as if all her energy was gone, but she couldn't stop now . . . not even if 
someone held her down! She'd still vibrate from the powerful emotion that 
was flooding her loins and high up in her taut little belly. 

She had bent her knees back so far they were tightened around the older 
woman's shoulders, and her nakedly churning buttocks were taut and spread so 
wide that Stu and his buddies -their hot young cocks in hand could see her 
tiny brown rectum and the edges of her torn and ravaged cunt as it sucked 
the huge artificial penis in and out with each lunging movement. One boy 
stood shuddering with his impatiently ejaculating penis dripping down over 
his hand and splattering on the ground, his eyes staring unseeing into the 
lighted room. The other boys completely ignored him, their alcohol-drugged 
eyes staring at the two naked women fucking on the bed, while stroking their 
own wildly throbbing cocks in a simulated rhythm with the motions of the two 
females. 

All the teenagers, including the stronger Stu, were at the point of total 
lack of control over their actions. They were ready to break into the house 
and hop on the bed with the two women, rip that double hard rubber cock out 
of their writhing cunts and replace it with their own. 

Sandy had climbed the final rung of her orgasm and now she clung to Marie, 
her voice shaking with ecstasy and exciting emotion as she lunged up and 
felt the hard cudgel burying deep inside the virgin recesses of her 
lust-fevered cunt. She felt such powerful pleasure that she - she was going 
to explode as she wailed, "Aaggghhhhhhhh! I.. . I'm ccuummm . . . I'M 
CCUUMMMMMIIIIINNNNNNG!" 

She jerked spasmodically, forcing both of their bodies high off the mattress 
as she arched her back and tossed around, thrusting her wildly convulsing 
pussy up against the monstrous male-like dildo that the older woman was 
thrusting into her ravaged vagina. 

"Aaagggghhhhhhhh! Ooohhhhhhhhh!" Sandy groaned as she came again and again, 
the endless fucking of the cock that never wilted never letting up and 
driving her on to higher realms of sexual pleasure. Her mind finally went 
blank, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her mouth went lax 
and she collapsed in tiny shivering spasms. 

Marie finally rammed the artificial penis home once more, held it there and 
ground her own hotly throbbing pussy around and around on the other end of 
the double-fucking dildo. Suddenly, she gasped for air, clenched her teeth 
and moaned, "Oh shit! Aaagggghhhhhhh!" and then fell in a heap on top of the 
naked young blonde, her loins jerking in a convulsion of orgasm. The two 
women lay lifelessly, unmoving, too satiated to care about anything. 

Outside, Stu Wagner whirled from the window, his long slender penis still 
hard and throbbing, and said to his buddies who stood with glazed eyes and 
limp cocks, "Come on. We're going to be next to fuck them." 

"No shit? It's not safe!" one of the boys gasped. " 

"We better not!" 

But no one could stop Stu now! He darted around the side of the boarding 
house and tried the kitchen door. He couldn't turn the door handle. It was 
locked! But he didn't care . . . he had to get to that hot little blonde! 
Now! He slammed his shoulder against the door and heard the wood splinter 
with a crash that resounded through the silent night. 

Marie heard the sound and she jerked up, her eyes wide with fear. Oh God! It 
was probably Sam, and he'd find their room empty! She leaped off the bed and 
tore at the thick rubber cock still buried in her wetly clasping pussy, 
unbuckled the straps, and hurried across the room. Staring at the closed 
bedroom door, she listened for the steps that she expected would come down 
the hallway past Sandy's door and continue to the end of the hall where her 
own bedroom was situated. Abruptly she realized she still had the obscene 
double dildo clutched in her hand. Sticking it back in her purse, she rushed 
out the door and was in her own room before she stopped for a much needed 
breath of air. 

Even though she didn't know it, Marie had plenty of time. Just as Stu tensed 
to throw himself against the door again, he heard a sound, a shout, and then 
he saw a flashlight beam heading straight for him and the other boys. 

"Shit, man," he gasped. "Run like hell . . . it's old Jansen!" 

Meanwhile, Marie had momentarily stood by the window staring out, trying to 
see if it really was Sam. Hearing the excitement of other voices, she stored 
the dildo in her secret hiding place in the closet, threw on a housecoat, 
and called, "Sam! Sam!" 

And then she heard him stomping through the front door, and coming down the 
hall through the dark, "What the hell you want?" he asked angrily. "Why 
don'tcha put on the goddamn lights?" 

"I heard something. I think there's a burglar in the kitchen," she 
whimpered, and the fear that quavered her voice was real . . . a fear of 
what her husband would do to her if he ever found out about her lesbian 
activity and a fear that grew as she wondered who had been lurking around 
the house . . . and had they seen anything? 

Sam, grinning viciously, yanked his shotgun out of the closet and set off at 
a run to unleash the dog . . . 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Stu and his buddies ran through the darkness as if they had sprouted a dozen 
legs. The boys felt a wild excitement combined with a certain amount of fear 
as they heard Sam Jansen's dog howling behind them. The barking dog meant 
that Marie's husband had followed them with a double-barrel shotgun . . . 
loaded with buckshot! 

Fortunately, the old man hadn't seen them and didn't know who was trying to 
break into his house. Stu was doubly thankful for that because as he 
sprinted along he suddenly caught his toe in the root of a tree and crashed 
down on his face, the other boys tumbling on top of him. The impact of their 
bodies momentarily knocked the breath out of him. Gasping, he struggled to 
get to his knees, shoving his buddies aside like twigs. "Come on, we gotta 
hurry!" he hissed, leading the way, hearing the old hound of Sam's drawing 
closer behind them. 

They'd be in one hell of a lot of trouble if the old man caught them. Stu 
knew he wouldn't hesitate to fill their behinds with a load of buckshot, and 
that was one thing he sure didn't want to happen. And he also knew it would 
be hard to outsmart that hound dog of his. They kept running, trying to get 
as far away from the house as possible. Suddenly, a roar tore through the 
trees that resounded through the stillness of the night like a blast of an 
atomic bomb. That was Sam's shotgun! He wasn't close enough to see them, but 
he was sending out a warning for the three men who worked for him to come 
help. Stu knew that they lived on the third floor of the boarding house, and 
it wouldn't be long before they would join Jansen in the hunt. He had to 
think of something, quick! But what? 

Grabbing a tree by a limb, he stopped in mid-stride, and gasping for breath, 
he tried to think of a trick that would save them. All the boys slowed down 
when they saw their leader unmoving and huddled around him. 

"What is it, Stu?" 

"What we gonna do?" 

"I don't know, but we gotta do it quick," Stu wheezed loudly taking breath 
into his tortured lungs. Suddenly he saw a black and white animal sneaking 
across the clearing near the tree where he stood, and he knew what he was 
going to do. The small animal apparently spotted them at that moment, for it 
stopped, playing dead to keep from being seen. 

"Easy boys . . . it's a skunk! Don't scare him, but when you get past him, 
run like hell. I'll follow," Stu whispered as the boys slowly tiptoed toward 
the bushes. He calmly took off his blue chambray shirt, just like all the 
men wore in the fields and held it ready. When he heard the old hound dog 
getting closer, he lifted his arm and waited. 

Stu made sure the other boys were out of sight, and when the hound was only 
fifty feet away from him, he ran. Passing as close to the skunk as he dared, 
he tossed his shirt and took off, leaving his scent behind for the dog. 

The old hound came bounding up to the clearing where the boys had been, 
running full-speed on the trail. He saw the skunk too late, and with a howl 
of wounded pride, he turned away from the exploding animal. 

Sam was a powerful man, a good shot and was renowned for his planning 
ability. He came home with more venison than all the other hunters put 
together. So it was with a real feeling of confusion that he saw his dog 
heading J back toward him, his tail between his legs and I his head hanging 
down. 

"Wha . . . what the hell . . . before he could finish the question, he knew 
the answer. 

Whewww, he could smell why! "Aaaagggh," he gasped as the hound brushed 
against his pants leg. "You stupid goddamned dog! Get outa my sight. You 
oughta know better than to tangle with a fucking pole cat!" 

He gave the poor whining hound a swift kick across the haunches and said, 
"Git! Git the hell away from me!" 

Meanwhile, Stu was on the topmost branches of a tree nearby, looking at the 
stars while he laughed at the thought of the look that must be on old 
Jansen's face by now. The other boys were scattered around in the bushes, 
and when they heard Stu's laugh, they came running out and whispered, "Stu! 
We'd better get our asses home." 

"Come on, Stu!" 

"Yeah, I guess so. The fun's over anyway . . . for tonight!" And with that 
they hurried across the woods laughing at the cussing they could hear coming 
from old Sam as he berated his hound dog, exclaiming in no uncertain terms 
to the other men what he was going to do to the broken down bastard. 

* * * 

The following morning came, and not much different from any other day, the 
men ate healthy breakfasts and jokingly got into the trucks that would drive 
them to their fields. But Sam Jansen stood by his pickup truck, glowering at 
each of his workers as they climbed into the back. Someone had tried to 
break into his house and it could be one of them. The men kidded about his 
hound and held their noses as they roared with laughter. 

Marie sat in the dining room, discussing the break-in with Ma Perry. "I tell 
you, Ma, It ain't safe for a body to be alone anymore. Must have been one of 
the itinerant farm workers up in the mountains. Why, we could have been 
killed in our beds." 

The Sheriffs car came rolling off the highway in front of the boarding 
house. Two men got out and walked slowly toward the house; one was in 
uniform with a gun-holster on his hip, the other was confidently smiling, 
the look of political power on his face. The man with the Sheriff this 
morning was Judge Wagner. Not having much work at the courthouse, he usually 
rode around with the sheriff just to keep his eye on the town. A sly legal 
man, he was good at ferreting information out of people, something the law 
officer had trouble doing. Actually, everyone in the county knew the sheriff 
was only a flunky, for the judge was the man who ran the town. 

Judge Wagner listened to Sam telling about the prowler, checked the 
splintered door and grinned, "I hear that you lost them because of your 
hound dog . . . and a skunk." 

"You think I don't already know that," Sam bellowed. "Tell me something 
new." 

Back at Jansen's pickup truck they were joined by Marie who stood by her 
husband and said indignantly, "Just what ya gonna do, Judge?" 

Judge Monti Wagner tipped his hat, chewed on the big cigar sticking out of 
his mouth and said, "Well, I think the sheriff and I can find out who did it 
. . . after a cup of coffee, that is." 

Monti Wagner watched her lushly ripened breasts quivering under her dress. 
Damn, it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a brassiere! A very smart man, 
he knew for sure that Marie had hot pants and wasn't always a faithful wife. 
As a matter-of-fact, he'd sampled a little of her warmly twitching pussy 
himself a couple of times. He also knew that Sam had been at the weekly 
poker game with him last night, making it just possible that another man had 
been in the bedroom with Marie when he came home unexpectedly. Maybe this 
man, if there was one, was just leaving the house when Sam saw him. Or 
maybe, it was a rejected suitor trying to break the door down, knowing Marie 
was alone! Now Judge Wagner knew how to handle this town, and when he 
allowed things like illegal gambling and moonshining to take place, it was 
just to keep the peace and quiet. That's just what he was going to do now, 
keep his mouth shut and keep the peace! 

The only thing he planned to do was keep his eyes and ears open and find out 
all he needed to know. Sooner or later he'd know what happened here last 
night. Actually, Marie looked guilty as hell . . . and she sure was jumpy! 
He'd seen her quick intake of breath once when she glanced over her shoulder 
at something in the kitchen. 

"Well?" Marie asked angrily, her hands on her sensually flaring hips. 

"Well, after you give me a cup of coffee, Marie, I'll think about it," Judge 
Wagner scratched his head and turned to see what had shaken the woman. The 
only thing he could see was a white-faced young blonde girl who was standing 
at the front door staring apprehensively at them. She had a frightened look 
on her face, and she jerked back when she saw the man looking at her. Hmmm, 
Monti thought with more than judicial interest, wonder who that is! 

"You get paid to act. . . not think and drink the taxpayers coffee!" Sam 
growled, getting into his truck and slamming the door. 

"Stay away from pole cats, Sam. You can recognize them by their color black 
and white and their smell." Both the Sheriff and Judge Wagner were guffawing 
as Sam drove away. Then, still grinning, Monti turned and walked into the 
boarding house with Marie, leaving the sheriff with the patrol car. 

There was a lot that needed to be explained about last night before he could 
do anything. He even thought he might get a chance to talk to the strange 
girl he'd seen at the door, but when he went into the boarding house, there 
was no sight of her. 

The whole thing looked like an amateur job, as though whoever if was thought 
he might get to a woman! Why else would they break into a boarding house 
where there was always people, especially Ma Perry! No, it just didn't make 
sense, even then, the guy would have to be drunk or stupid! Maybe it was 
just a bunch of goddamned kids playing pranks. 

Settling down in a chair at the dining room table, Judge Wagner accepted the 
cup of coffee Marie handed him with a slow, drawling, "Thank you!" Then 
still smiling as the dark-haired woman seated herself beside him, he added, 
"Who's the blonde, Marie?" 

"Uh . . . I thought you already knew," Marie stammered. "She's our new 
school teacher." 

"She looks worried about something," he said, his eyes narrowing as he saw 
the sudden startled look flash across Marie's face . . . 

* * * 

The judge was right about Sandy being in trouble and frightened. She had 
slept through all the excitement last night and had heard nothing of Sam 
Jansen's wild chase through the darkness. She didn't even hear Marie leave 
her room. Actually, after her last mind-blowing orgasm, the first thing she 
knew was the early morning dawn creeping into her bedroom. 

It was then that she suddenly became wide awake as she remembered being in 
the shower, naked and with an older woman who was naked. The same woman 
she'd seen in the living room of the boarding house. And it was Ma Perry's 
daughter, Marie! 

Maybe all that happened after that was just a dream! 

A horrible dream! The confused young teacher sighed and started to get out 
of bed, but then she knew it was all too real! Her body ached all over, and 
she felt bruised . . . especially in the area of her vagina! She was so sore 
that it felt as though something had been shoved up inside her. 

Oh God! She had! Marie had . . . had done that awful thing to her! She 
wasn't a virgin any longer, but it had been a man who deflowered her. It was 
. . . it was . . . she couldn't even put the words into thought. The tears 
began to flow down her cheeks as a black fog of shame rolled across her 
mind. Weakly, she fell across the bed, sobbing as though her heart would 
break. After fifteen or twenty minutes, the young blonde teacher began to 
pull herself together. Wiping the tears with the back of her hand, she got 
up and stood at the window looking out in despair, knowing she had to decide 
what she was going to do now. She never wanted to see that horrible Marie 
person again, never wanted to see anyone again. She thought back to the time 
when she was so sure of herself, believing she could handle any kind of 
situation. But how could a girl from a good family possibly know what to do 
with perverted monsters like these people? Oh, God, Paul was right, and she 
hadn't listened to him. 

In a state of shock she dressed, determined to leave this town as soon as 
she could make arrangements. Under no conditions could she stay here now! 

She dressed in jeans and a sweater, moaning with discomfort as she pulled 
the tight pants up and zipped them. She shivered with horror at the searing 
thought of Marie using that huge artificial penis inside her virginal 
passage. Oh, God! It was all so sick! Peering apprehensively out to make 
sure that no one was in the hallway, she rushed to the bathroom, washed her 
face and inspected the bruises on the soft flesh of her arms and breasts. 

The young blonde was hurrying back to her room when she heard Marie talking 
to some men. She walked toward the front door, ready to bolt if she saw 
anyone in the house. And then as she peered out into the yard, her heart 
lurched, and she gasped. She began to shake almost uncontrollably when she 
saw the patrol car and three men talking to the Jansen woman. One, dressed 
in overalls, was the man she'd seen in the living room with Marie, evidently 
her husband. One man was in uniform, the other in civilian clothes. 

She stood at the door trying to hear what they were saying, but when she saw 
the civilian look toward her, she darted back down the hallway to hide 
tremblingly in her room. Were they talking about her? Had Marie called the 
sheriff and accused her of something awful? Oh, God, she couldn't think 
straight! What was she going to do? 

She cracked the bedroom door enough to put an ear to it and listened. She 
heard the truck drive off, and then Marie and one of the strangers enter the 
boarding house. When they didn't come down the hall toward her room, she 
decided she was safe, but she still had to make some plans about leaving. 
Maybe the best thing would be to act as though nothing had happened just to 
get through the day. There wasn't anything she could do until she checked 
out the bus schedule and could leave this awful place. Then, as though she 
had just had a bucket of cold water dashed in her face, she remembered that 
today was the first day of school and the children would be waiting for her. 

Forcing herself to take the books from the bedside table, the frightened 
blonde teacher opened the door with shaking hand and moved quietly down the 
hallway. She reached the front door of the boarding house without attracting 
the attention of Marie or the stranger. Once out of sight of the house, she 
practically ran down the lane to the old wooden frame building that was used 
as the schoolhouse. 

She was standing inside the one room shack, staring in distaste at the 
run-down classroom she would have to work in when she heard a strong male 
voice say, "Hello there!" 

Sandy jerked around just as the stranger she'd seen earlier with Marie came 
through the rickety door and walked toward her. He smiled, held out his hand 
and then said, "I'm Judge Monti Wagner. I understand you're the new school 
teacher. You're Miss Miller?" His eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, but 
his grin was warm and calming to the frightened young girl. 

"How do you do Judge Wagner. Yes, I'm Miss Miller, Sandy Miller, and I guess 
I'm the new school teacher," she answered shakily. 

"Yen! That's what Mrs. Jansen said. We'll sure need you to help teach our 
youngsters. They get pretty rowdy without schooling. And if anyone bothers 
you, you just let me and the sheriff know. We'll take care of 'em." 

"Th-thank you, Judge. I-I will!" 

"It's nothing, Miss. Just my job to see that this town runs smoothly." Monti 
Wagner said, his thoughts running wild. Jesus Christ! She was a sexy little 
thing. Maybe some of the workers had seen her come in yesterday, and they'd 
tried to get to her last night. Sometimes those crazy bastards drank too 
much rotgut whiskey and went on a rampage. Or it could have been the kids, 
playing a prank. "Sometimes the boys around here get pretty wild, but they 
don't mean nothing by it. I got a sixteen year old boy myself. If any of 
your students get out of line just let me know." 

"Thank you, Judge Wagner. I'll do that," she smiled and turned back to look 
at the desk where she would be sitting. 

"Miss Miller, Uh . . . " Hell, he might as well find out if she heard anyone 
with Marie last night. 

"Yes?" 

"Were you disturbed by strange noises last night?" 

The young blonde school teacher stiffened and began to shake. She couldn't 
control it! "No! I don't think so! I was awful tired. Why?" 

Looking at her from his vantage point, Judge Wagner studied her reactions 
and knew she was lying for some reason. He was thoughtful as he replied, 
"Yeah! Someone was messing around the Perry boarding house. Tried to break 
in." 

Pretending to be busy clearing the desk of dust and arranging the books, she 
casually answered, her voice under control now, "I must have missed the 
whole thing. Did you catch them?" 

"Not yet! But we will!" he said assuredly. "You did sleep here last night, 
didn't you?" 

"Sure! Why do you ask?" 

"Don't see how you could and miss all the excitement. Dogs, shotgun blasts, 
yelling. Hmmm! You must have slept hard!" 

"Are you questioning my honesty, Judge?" Sandy said angrily. 

"Course not, Ma'am. I was just hoping you could tell me something." He 
shrugged and decided to drop it for the moment, "Better not wander around 
alone at night, Miss." 

"I won't, Judge. Thank you again." 

"Never can tell what these itinerant farm workers will do." 

"Where do they live," Sandy immediately thought of those children and 
wondered if they were allowed to go to school with the other children. 

"We got whole clamp of farm workers up in the mountains about five miles 
from here. They don't usually come down to our town; we don't encourage it. 
Sometimes they do get drunk on home brew and wander around a little, but we 
soon take care of 'em and the sheriff puts 'em in jail to sober up." 

"Are there any small children?" 

"Yeah, Miss, each family has about a dozen kids. There's always little ones 
with farm workers. Help with the crops, you know." 

"Do you try to educate the children?" 

"Nan! No use! They just move on with their families. They're born farm 
workers. Education is a waste for them," the Judge thought for a moment and 
added. "And it's best you don't try to change it, Ma'am. Most people here 
like things the way they are; they don't want their children mixed up about 
things like that." 

"Thank you, Judge," Sandy said, curtly dismissing the man. "I'll remember 
your. . . warning. Now I'd better get my classes started. 

"Uh, Ma'am?" 

"Yes?" 

"You're not sick, are you?" 

"No, I feel fine?" she snapped. 

"I just thought you didn't look so well. You got big black circles around 
your pretty eyes." 

"It could be a cold coming on. I'm not used to the mountains," she said 
quickly. 

"Well, if you need anything, let me know," he said as he sauntered off 
toward the door, swung himself down to the ground and walked away. 

His thoughts were going full speed ahead as he headed for the sheriff and 
his patrol car. By God! She was some hunk of woman, that school teacher. Too 
damned pretty to be in this mountain town with all the tough men around. 
She'd end up having real trouble with them; that is, if she hadn't already. 
He opened the car door, slid in beside the sheriff and sat there 
thoughtfully for a few moments. 

Finally, he nodded his head. "Sheriff, I think something happened here last 
night that involves our new school teacher. At least, I think she knows 
something I don't know." He paused for a second and continued, "I want you 
to radio your office and tell the dispatcher to find out all he can about 
this Sandy Miller. I'll write the details down for you. Description and 
all." 

"Okay, Judge. You could be right," the county sheriff nodded. "I got the 
impression that Marie Jansen was spooked about something, too." 

While the message was being given over the mike, Judge Wagner stared up the 
road toward Ma Perry's boarding house. Abruptly, he knew for sure that it 
wasn't just a common prowler that Sam almost caught last night. But time 
would tell! 

"Take me back to the courthouse, Sheriff!" There was nothing more he could 
do here today. 

As soon as the Judge left the schoolhouse, Sandy had forced her mind to 
think only of the children who were streaming into the room. There were 
about twenty of them, and they needed her. Within an hour she had proven to 
the children that she was interested in them and wanted to teach them. They 
willingly did everything she told them to and then she congratulated them on 
how fast they learned. By noon, she was in love with the little ones. They 
wanted to learn and they told her so, especially the brightest ones. 

She decided that a half day was enough for the first day at school so she 
dismissed them and told them to go home, but she'd expect every one of them 
the next morning. 

After they had all gone, the silence of the room overwhelmed her, and she 
bowed her head as the thoughts of the previous night caused her to suffer 
real pain. She actually flinched away from the remembrance, put both hands 
over her eyes and then dropped her head to the desk. 

Jerking herself erect as she heard a distinct noise, she gasped, "Oh! You 
scared me!" 

It was only a teenage boy standing in front of the desk, smiling lips and 
the brownest eyes she'd ever seen. He had his hands in his pockets, and his 
hair was shaggy and long. 

"Sorry, Ma'am, but I wanted to ask you something," he said as he looked 
around the room. "I didn't mean to scare you." 

"It's all right," Sandy smiled. "What did you want?" 

"I wanted to know if you had some books I could borrow," he muttered. 

"Most of my books are too young for you, but I'll see if I have something 
that might be old enough," she said thoughtfully; then, getting up from her 
chair, she moved around the desk and stood beside him. "How old are you?" 

"I'm sixteen, Ma'am." 

She found herself relaxed in the young boy's presence and she grinned in 
response. He was a good looking youth and was at a wonderful age. Almost a 
man, but probably in the eyes of the mountain people he was already one. But 
what surprised Sandy more than anything else was her strange emotions as she 
stood talking to the teenager. Almost as if she were excited by him. "I'll 
have a look around my room and see what I have." 

"You got the wrong idea, Ma'am. I wanted the books for some little kids." 

"I'm going to take care of the little children. That's my job." 

"Not these, you won't, Ma'am; they're up at the workers camp." 

"Oh, yes, Judge Wagner told me about them this morning," Sandy said 
thoughtfully. 

"You already met the Judge?" 

"Yes!" 

"Well, that's my old man. I'm Stuart Wagner," grinning at her engagingly. 
"But my friends call me Stu." 

"You do look like your father, now that I think about it," Sandy said, 
nervously remembering her conversation with the Judge. "But does he know 
that you go up to the camp?" 

"'Fraid not, Miss Miller. He sure is against it. Probably smack me if he 
knew," he said conspiratorially, "but I go up there sometimes because those 
poor little kids need someone to help them. Poor little things." 

Sandy was so impressed with Stu's interest in the poverty-stricken families 
that she immediately felt a companionship with him. She would help him! "Do 
you think they would let me teach them to read and write if I went up to the 
camp?" 

"Well, if you let me take you up there, they might. You see, they trust me. 
They know I don't mean them any harm." 

"If I decide to go, will you take me then?" 

"Sure, but why don't we go this evening, and that way they can get started 
like the other children." 

"You're a very considerate boy, Stu, but I don't know if I can," Sandy 
pretended to be thinking about it, but she had already made up her mind 
instantaneously, not wanting to be alone in the house where Marie might be 
waiting. Especially not wanting to talk to the lesbianic older woman. 
Besides, she enjoyed talking with Stuart Wagner. He was not only engaging 
and handsome, but obviously a sensitive boy! "How far is it," she added. 

"Oh, I guess it's about five miles. On a dirt road of course." 

"But I don't have a car," Sandy said, thoughtfully biting her lips. 

"Then I guess it's out unless we can borrow one." 

"Can you get one?" 

"Don't think so, I'm too young to get one other than my Dad's. He's using 
his tonight!" 

"Wait," Sandy said. "I wonder if I could borrow Mr. Jansen's pickup truck. 
Do you think so?" 

"Sure, he loans it all the time to Ma Perry's boarders." 

"Well, I don't know!" Sandy shivered, terrified at the thought of having to 
ask Marie's husband for anything. But she did want to go help those poor 
children. Besides, maybe if she became friendly with Sam, Marie might leave 
her alone. "I've decided, Stu. If I can borrow the truck will you guide me 
to the camp. I'll be glad to pay you for your time." 

Acting insulted at her suggestion, Stu stammered, "Ma'am, you don't have to 
pay me nothing. I want to help them poor, underprivileged kids." 

"You're a very nice human," Sandy said. Then she actually moved over and put 
her arm around the boy's shoulder and hugged him, smiling warmly. "We'll 
keep our secret, just you and I will know what we're doing." 

"Sure will! Wow! I'd hate for my old man to ever find out I had anything to 
do with it." 

"Why don't we leave about six o'clock from the boarding house," she said 
thoughtfully. 

"Ma'am, I don't know! Do you think we oughta be seen together in case 
someone might find out what we're up to?" 

"All right! What do you suggest?" 

"You leave the boarding house alone and pick me up on the road. I'll show 
you where," he said with a straight face. 

"Okay, I'm going back to the boarding house now so you can show me." 

"Fine, Ma'am!" 

Together they walked out of the school house, and Stu pointed out the road 
she would be taking. He showed her a tree about five hundred yards from the 
school building where he'd be waiting. 

"Thanks, Stu. You know, you're the first friend I've made here." Sandy said 
softly, feeling a warm gratitude toward the youth. 

"Aw, that's okay, Ma'am. You're a nice lady. See ya tonight." 

Sandy watched the young boy sprinting down the road toward the small town, 
and then she turned toward the boarding house that she already hated after 
less than twenty-four hours in this strange town. Whatever had happened last 
night was just something that had been building up inside her for a long 
time. It was all over now, and it couldn't possibly ever happen again. She 
would explain to Marie that she wasn't a lesbian, and that would be all 
there was to it. And if the older woman gives me a bad time, Sandy thought, 
I'll just go to Judge Wagner and tell him! 

Besides, she had come here to Medoc to help the children, and that's what 
she was going to do. But the young blonde was troubled, and her face livid 
with unhappiness as she once again thought of the pain and degradation she'd 
suffered at the hands of Sam Jansen's wife. Yet, even with all that, she'd 
screamed out her multiple orgasms like a common whore . . . loving the 
sensations of being fucked senseless by that huge rubber penis. In spite of 
herself, Sandy felt a bubbling carnal excitement begin to throb deep inside 
her loins as she stepped down the pathway toward the boarding house. Oh God! 
Last night had been a fantastic feeling; she'd never known her body was 
capable of such pleasure! Suddenly, she stopped and began to shiver as she 
fought the overpowering urge to turn and run.. . far away from these awful 
people. But the memory of the wonderful little children who were relying on 
her made the blonde teacher force one foot in front of the other until she 
reached the door. And tonight she would be able to help the farm worker's 
children as well. 

Sandy entered her bedroom without seeing anyone. After putting things away, 
she sat by the window daydreaming of all the good things she would do for 
the young children in the farm worker's camp. And Stu! Stu would help her! 
He was such a nice boy. Together they would accomplish what no one else 
obviously had ever tried here. They'd do it together! 

Sandy shook her head in confusion at the thoughts that penetrated her brain 
about the handsome teenager. God! She felt a sexual attraction to him! 
Quickly, the young teacher decided that she would have to stay far away from 
him, except when they were working. She would even convince him he should 
further his own education and go to college so he could become a teacher 
himself. Who knows? If she encouraged enough of the youths here to better 
themselves, she might even become famous with the great things she would 
accomplish. 

But.. . oh, no! She couldn't stay here. Not as long as Marie Jansen was 
around! 

Despite the warm sunshine of late afternoon, Sandy felt cold! As though an 
icy wind had blown across her face. She didn't want to be alone with Marie 
ever again. The woman seemed to have some kind of influence over her! 
Tonight was taken care of if Sam Jansen would loan her his truck. She'd take 
Stu home after the lessons at the farm camp and then quietly sneak into the 
boarding house, go to bed and pretend to be asleep if anyone knocked. God! 
How she wished there was a key to lock her bedroom door! Well, a chair 
shoved under the doorknob would serve as some protection. Feeling better 
about the evening, the young blonde began reading over the following day's 
lessons. 

When Sandy went downstairs for dinner a couple of hours later she nervously 
greeted Ma Perry, Marie and her husband, Sam. There were six other people 
three men and three women boarders sitting at the table with them. The only 
empty seat was between Mr. Jansen and Ma Perry so she nervously pulled out 
the chair and sat down. None of the men offered to help her or even stand 
up! 

During the meal, Sandy tried to get up enough courage to speak, but the 
words stuck in her throat. No one seemed to notice her anxiety as they 
shoveled the food into their mouths. And then, determined to ask Mr. Jansen 
for the use of his truck and get it over with, the young girl croaked, "Mr. 
. . . Jan . . . Jan-Ja,' unable to finish what she wanted to say. 

Sandy could feel Marie's eyes boring into her almost in warning, it seemed 
from the other side of Sam, and her face turned red as a beet. 

"What is it, ma'am," Sam said hesitantly. 

"I'm sorry," Sandy trembled with embarrassment. "I need a car to go see some 
of my students, and one of the boys at school told me you sometimes loaned 
your truck to the boarders here." 

"Sure, when do you need it?" Sam Jansen mumbled, his mouth full of food. 
"Tonight!" 

"Well, I'm staying home tonight. Gotta see if that dirty bastard comes back 
to rob Ma." 

"I'll show you my driver's license," she said, feeling stupid. 

"Aw, that's okay! I don't care about that," he slurped coffee from his cup 
and then added. "I got good insurance." 

"I really do thank you, Mr. Jansen; I won't be late." 

"Don't you worry, Miss. And why don't you just call me Sam, since we all 
live together here." 

Sandy grinned at the older man, thinking how nice these people had been to 
her . . . all except Marie. But maybe that was her own fault. But it would 
never happen again, and if Marie said anything at all to her, she'd just 
explain how she felt. 

After picking at her food for thirty minutes and drinking coffee, Sandy 
asked to be excused, saying she'd be leaving in a few minutes. 

Sam handed her the key as she stood up, and said, "Be careful! It's not 
always safe for young girls to be running around these parts alone at night! 
But if you're going to see young'uns you'll be all right." 

"Thank you, Sam! You're very kind! I'll just put the keys on the dining room 
table when I come home." 

She hurried to her room, combed her hair and looked at her face in the 
mirror over the scarred up wooden chest of drawers. She was positive that 
her face had changed, but it looked the same as it did yesterday. Surely, 
there must be some external sign that she had responded to a lesbian 
approach. Suddenly, she was trembling and breathing hard at the thought of 
the obscene thing Marie Jansen had done to her last night. 

Grabbing her purse and an armload of books, she dashed out of her room and 
rushed past the dining room door without looking back. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Stuart Wagner, the Judge's son, was right on time for his rendezvous with 
the school teacher. They drove off in the pickup truck sitting together, 
while Stu gave the blonde directions to the camp up higher in the mountains. 

They moved from one road to the other as the mountain night came down so 
fast now that she needed headlights. She had driven a maze until her mind 
was confused and she knew she'd never find her way back without the young 
boy beside her. Now she knew why he wanted to help her. She had all the 
confidence in the world in Stu, but feeling hemmed in by the thick trees, 
she said nervously, "How much farther is it, Stu?" 

"Just a little ways now," he whispered as they swung around a curve and he 
pointed to a dirt trail that led off from the main road. 

The blonde school teacher saw an automobile up ahead of her, and momentarily 
wondered if two cars could pass on this narrow road. Suddenly, Sandy 
realized that the vehicle was stopped, for its lights were bunking in 
signal. Turning to the teenager seated next to her, she gasped, "What are we 
going to do now?" 

"Not a thing, Teach! Not a thing!" 

"Wha-what do you mean?" she stammered, as something dark and terrible in his 
voice made her tremble with panic. 

"We're as far as we're going!" 

"But you. . . you said you'd show me the camp! Do we have to walk from 
here?" 

"Nope" 

"Then where is it?" 

The youth snorted in derision. 

Just as she reached for the reverse gear, instinctively knowing she was in 
trouble, Stu moved swiftly and grabbed the keys, turning off the motor. 

"Stu . . . you listen to me. You'd better give me those keys back if you 
know what's good for you." 

"You ain't going anywhere, blondie," he sneered with obvious excitement in 
his voice. 

And then, as if by previous arrangement, there were several youths clustered 
around the pickup truck. Sandy tensed and glared at them, trying to keep her 
voice from quavering. There were five of the boys all approximately the same 
age or younger than the Wagner boy and with the same lewdly expectant 
expressions on their faces as Stu. Although she was terrified, Sandy decided 
that if she just didn't lose her cool, she could bluff them out of whatever 
they had planned. She turned to the Judge's son and said confidently, "All 
right, you tricked me. It's not a bit funny, and I advise you to give me the 
keys. I'm leaving, but I'll forget about this if you promise to behave 
yourself from now on." 

Stu stared at her for a second before loudly jeering, "Oh shit, teach, you 
are something else!" He looked down his nose and with a look of astuteness 
began mocking, "Puleeze, my little boy, do like I say or I'll pull down your 
pants and spank you!" All the youngsters laughed uproariously as they opened 
both doors to the truck, crowding around the school teacher, forcing her to 
jerk away from the contact. There was a younger boy, looking about fourteen, 
whose name she'd learned was Matt. He leaned over Stu and grinned at her, 
shoving his nose against hers. She gasped as she smelled his drunken breath 
and heard him saying, "Hi ya, chicken!"" 

Sandy tried to pull far back away from him, but she only pressed into 
another boy standing on the truck behind her. Shakily she stammered, "I 
suggest that all of you leave me alone and get off this truck, or I'll tell 
the Sheriff about you." 

"What'd we do, Ma'am," one boy demanded. 

"Stopping me under false pretenses . . . and drinking under age." 

All five of the boys and Stu let out a roar of laughter that shook her to 
the core. Matt reached out and began to rub her pointed up-thrust breasts 
through her dress. "We don't have to worry, Chickie, Stu's dad is the law 
here." 

Laughingly the younger boy took a bottle from beneath his jacket and stuck 
it under her nose. "How 'bout you? Wanta little swig?" 

"No, no thank you," Sandy's voice was cold and cutting as she turned her 
head and glared at the teenagers behind her. These kids must be crazy drunk 
to think they could get by with something like this. She'd show the little 
devils. "I mean it, Stu! Your father already promised to help me if I had 
any trouble here." 

"Yeah, but he didn't mean drinking! That's all we're doing, and he already 
knows about that." He slung his arm around the now-shivering blonde and 
whispered enticingly, "We know how you like it! But our pricks aren't made 
of rubber. They're real!" 

Sandy gasped at the words and her face contorted in fear and humiliation as 
his meaning penetrated. She became immobile, frozen to the seat of the 
pickup truck as Stu continued in his quiet deadly voice, "I'd just have to 
tell my old man that I was just being friendly, and offered you a drink. 
That's what we saw Marie Jansen doing, and you weren't pissed at drinking 
with her . . . or some of the other things Marie did." 

Stu had leaned close to Sandy's ear and tickled her bare neck with his 
tongue as he whispered, "Jeez! The really far-out things we did see 
happening!" 

Sandy paled and she could feel a ringing in her ears as she fought to keep 
from fainting. She wanted to run as fast as she could and get away from this 
nightmare, but that would be a mistake. God! She could never run far enough 
to escape this. No, she had to try to bluff it out. So, trying to be calm 
and unruffled by the youngster's accusation, she demanded, "What are you 
talking about?" 

Grinning in companionship at his young friends, Stu leaned against her again 
and whispered, "Maybe you've already forgotten being fucked by Marie. Maybe 
you'd like us to do it to you with real live cocks so you'd remember." With 
lewd smirks on their young faces, Stu's friends whooped and laughed, and 
began jumping around like marionettes. 

The young blonde school teacher couldn't look at the boys; they all had been 
looking in the open window last night when . . . when . . . when it had 
happened. Shakily, fighting tears of humiliation, she gasped, "What do you 
want me to do?" 

"Just sit and talk. Just talk and drink together." 

"No!" Sandy stiffened as Matt held the bottle under her nose again. 

"I ain't gonna ask you again! The next time, we'll hold you down and pour it 
down your fucking throat. Don'cha know you're supposed to be neighborly? 
This is good old mountain dew!" Stu reached out and snapped the headlights 
off as he stuffed the keys into his hip pocket. All five boys crowded into 
the cab of the truck, shoving Sandy tightly in between their sweating 
bodies. She didn't want to drink, but they might hurt her if they forced 
her. She had no idea what they really wanted, but she was terrified! They 
really couldn't believe they could blackmail her into having sex with them. 
Besides, they were only teenagers fourteen, fifteen! 

"Your last chance, teach. Drink or we'll force it down you." Stu's voice was 
all too clear in its warning. 

Slowly the trembling young school teacher took a sip of the home-made vodka, 
making a face as it burned her mouth and throat. She handed the bottle back 
to Stu, but he refused to take it. "That's not enough to even taste, much 
less feel," he laughed. 

Sandy took another sip and just as she brought it away from her lips the 
Judge's son forced it back to her mouth with his hand and growled, 
"Goddamnit, take a big drink." 

She drank deeply, gagging on the powerful taste of the rot-gut, and then 
watched the boys as they passed it from one to the other until it was empty. 
She moaned desperately when she saw one of the boys pull out still another 
bottle and hand it to her. 

"Drink it down," Stu prodded. "You gotta feel it." 

Sandy drank from the bottle, hating the taste of the raw alcohol. And as she 
handed it back to one of the other boys, Stu reached out and roughly forced 
her voluptuous body back against the seat of the truck. Someone grabbed her 
arms and pulled them back painfully as Stu Wagner lewdly kissed her 
half-open mouth. She felt his hot quivering tongue try to force its way into 
her mouth and she turned her head sideways. 

"I'm going to scream," she spat as he drew back laughing. 

"You silly bitch," the judge's son said. "Go ahead. Ain't nobody here to 
hear . . . but us!" 

She tried to lash out at the boys, but there were too many arms holding her 
now. She was helpless way out here on a mountain road, and there was no one 
to help her. Still though, she flailed out with her legs and caught one of 
her captors with a kick in the groin. 

"Look out! She's feisty!" Now, Stu had her long blonde hair in one hand, and 
he yanked her head cruelly back, forcing her face up toward the top of the 
truck while the other boys held her legs. He viciously shoved her down on 
the seat and, with the other hand, squeezed her cheeks until she opened her 
mouth in pained protest. "Pour it in her mouth," he ordered the boy holding 
the bottle. 

Sandy didn't have time to close her mouth or to plead before she felt the 
alcohol filling her mouth and running down her throat. She had to swallow or 
choke. She gagged and spluttered as they made her drink about half the pint 
of vodka and then, gasping for air, she choked as the last of the liquid 
seared down her throat into her belly. 

The boys sat in silence watching the young blonde, waiting to see what she 
was going to do. She sat with her head back on the seat, her eyes closed, 
and shuddering, she could already feel the potent alcohol taking effect, and 
she tried to keep from stuttering when she spoke, "You'll never get away 
with lying about me, Stu. And furthermore, I'm going to have all of you put 
in jail for forcing me to stay here against my will." 

The boys laughed drunkenly and Stu cackled, "Shit, Ma'am, you asked me to 
come with you, remember? I think you're the criminal. . . enticing minors 
into the woods for a little fucking!" 

Stu's friends all thought that was funny, too. Besides, they were all drunk 
and uncaring about what could happen to them later. It was right now that 
counted. And by God, Stu had promised them all a piece of ass . . . and here 
it was! 

My God! What was happening to her? Sandy wondered in despair. What kind of 
people were these strangers? She had to get out of here before something 
worse happened. The thought chilled her heart! Could they possibly be 
thinking of raping her? These little boys? But yet, she knew that they 
weren't really such little boys! Stu was muscular and well-developed for a 
sixteen year old boy, but more than that was his obvious lack of innocence 
otherwise. 

She looked around, her eyes difficult to focus and felt a giggle coming to 
her lips. It was really funny when you thought about it! All these boys 
waiting out here in the woods for her to arrive! Suddenly she felt herself 
being pulled out the open door and heard Matt saying, "Come on! Not enough 
room in that truck for all of us." 

Sandy stepped out and her knees promptly collapsed under her, causing her to 
fall drunkenly into the plants by the side of the dirt road. She felt 
herself being dragged back into the bushes with one of the boys at each hand 
and foot. She was embarrassed at the way her shirt had worked out of her 
jeans and was showing her naked belly. 

The insidious home-made vodka was having its paralyzing effects just as it 
had last night. She felt good all over relaxed, and not a problem in the 
whole world! These wonderful boys were just being friendly and offering her 
a drink of their vodka. They were harmless, really. Just playing games and 
teasing her a little. As soon as they wearied of their little game, Stu 
would take her up to the workers' camp and let her give the children some 
books. He was really a nice boy! And handsome . . . 

Suddenly, though, the drunken young school teacher decided he wasn't so nice 
after all as she felt the judge's son unbuttoning the front of her tight 
jeans. "Stop that. . . what are you trying to do?" 

"Hang onto her, you guys," Stu rasped. 

"You can't! I won't let you," Sandy began to struggle frantically to get 
away, but she only managed to roll over on her knees and as she tried to 
crawl away they held her tighter. One of the boys was digging his fingers 
into her ribs, and she drunkenly began to giggle. She couldn't stop. She was 
laughing hysterically while the boys held her and stared at each other 
anxiously. 

"She's already drunker than a skunk," Matt said. 

Sandy abruptly stopped giggling and sat up on the ground. She leaned on her 
hands and stared at the puzzled youths. She didn't much care what was 
happening any more, besides, when she really thought about it, there was 
nothing she could do. There were too many of them! They were all remarkably 
good looking -healthy young males . . . just having a little fun. She 
giggled and hiccupped. 

"Feel good now?" Stu asked. 

"Whooppee," she stuttered, "Whoo-oopee!" 

When she saw the teenager's smile, she felt as if all fear was ridiculous. 
They were just kids, getting drunk. Actually, it was beginning to be fun. 
The boys were trying to grow up too fast, that was all. They liked her or 
they wouldn't be here. A sudden involuntary shiver ran through her body, and 
she became confused at the underlying excitement she felt as she realized 
that young Matt was stroking her upper thigh through her jeans. She 
recognized the feeling it was the same expectant thrill she'd felt last 
night. And yet, she couldn't possibly be excited with a fourteen year old 
boy! 

"Why don't you take your shirt off," Stu said, looking at the other youths 
for approbation. 

While they all stared at her, Sandy grinned drunkenly and said, "That's not 
a nice thing to do! I certainly won't!" 

"Aw come on, we won't tell anyone," one of the other boys said, his teenage 
voice cracking from his excitement. 

"No . . . no . . . no . . . " she said, a silly grin contorting her face. 

"Why not? You did with Marie," Stu said softly. 

"What's that got to do with it?" Sandy replied quickly, realizing her 
position as the fog momentarily lifted from her drunken brain. 

"You like girls?" 

"No . . . course not!" Sandy retorted, unexpectedly on the verge of tears. 
"She forced me! Made me do those perverted things." 

"Oh yeah! We know better! You loved every fucking minute of it," Stu 
snorted. "Now take your shirt off." 

"You have to believe me . . . please! I'm not like that." Sandy pleaded. 

"Okay, then you gotta prove it," Matt butted in as an excitement almost too 
powerful to control began pulsating through his youthful loins. 

"It's like this, teach, either you peel.. . or we take them off for you," 
Stu said menacingly. "Why don't you have another drink and think about it 
for a minute?" 

Sandy reluctantly grasped the bottle handed to her, took another big 
swallow, and promptly choked from the burning liquid. With a sense of 
growing despair and shame, she felt her body quivering with an almost 
ungovernable excitement as her inhibitions completely deserted her. A deep 
lewd hunger was roiling through her loins as she remembered the ecstatic 
orgasms she'd experienced with Marie last night, but she fought her growing 
need by clutching her trembling thighs tightly together. 

Abruptly she felt someone pulling at the front of her shirt and she stared 
down at the youthful fingers struggling with the tiny buttons. She grinned 
drunkenly and lay back on the rocky ground, unaware of the stones pressing 
into her back. 

Stu finished unbuttoning her shirt and spread it open, gasping as he saw her 
ripely up-thrust breasts without a brassiere. He thought only the women at 
the farm camp went without brassieres! A strange sensation came over the 
young boy as he reached out and with a hungry groan caressed the soft white 
flesh. 

Sandy stared into the lust-contorted face of the judge's son, and lewdly 
thought of the wonderful feeling he was bringing her. What was wrong with 
the boys being curious? From the look on this handsome child's face, he'd 
never seen a woman's naked breast before! The only depraved thing about it 
was that she was enjoying it! 

The young school teacher was determined that she would help these boys, but 
she wouldn't let it excite her! No, that would be terribly wrong! But, as 
the boys lifted her shoulders and stripped the shirt from her body, she 
trembled with pleasurable sensations as their fingers touched her naked 
skin. 

Now someone was tugging at her boots and then at her stockings that came to 
the knees, and she rubbed one foot against the other as she felt the cool 
air hit her naked feet. "Hey, she's not unconscious yet?" Stu laughed and 
reached for the unzipped waistband of her jeans. 

Sandy stared at the young boy and in slow motion lifted her hand and slapped 
at his struggling fingers. She should make him stop but she felt a heat of 
throbbing wetness growing deep up between her legs and it felt so good! 

Suddenly, the boys' hands were all over her! At first she tried to make them 
stop, but it was too much! She knew that Stu was taking her jeans and tiny 
bikini panties off, but she lay still watching him do it. Abruptly, though, 
the shock of the cold ground beneath her naked buttocks brought her senses 
back enough to know she should stop this obscene thing from happening to 
her. When she saw one of the teenagers toss her jeans and panties into the 
bushes, she gasped, "No! No! You shouldn't do that." Kicking out with her 
feet, the naked young teacher tried to sit up, but the boys gripped her 
wrist and ankles with a strength she couldn't fight in her drunken state. 

All six boys had now ceased their movements. She saw them staring at her 
with rapt wide-open eyes. Slowly, as if it were happening to someone else, 
she saw Stu gently caressing the curve of her slender waist and move across 
her taut little belly to touch her softly curling pubic hair. That's when 
she knew for sure that she had let things get completely out of hand. My 
God! They were going to rape her! 

"Oh, no!" she twisted, lashing out with her tightly held arms, but the boys 
pinned her down easily. 

"Wow, man! Look at her twist that ass around," Matt yelped. "She sure can 
move!" 

Sandy paused and tried to focus her eyes, staring in fear at the boys who 
had crowded into a tight ring around her futilely struggling body. She 
looked down past her nakedly straining breasts and saw her widespread loins 
with a boy on each leg, holding them in place. The youths were all staring 
with lewdly glowing eyes at her helplessly gaping vagina. 

She could see their drunken eyes, their lust-contorted faces, and knew that 
each and every one of them had lost control of their senses. There was no 
one here among this savage pack of young male animals who would help her. 
They cared about one thing only: plundering her naked body. 

Like someone watching from a far off distance, Sandy stared mesmerized as 
the boys took off their own clothes. She saw their bare youthful chests, 
slender bodies, and then her eyes dropped to their teenage erections. God! 
What was she doing here with these kids? 

Her nakedly trembling body was held in place by three of the boys now, 
waiting their turn to undress when the blonde teacher began to struggle 
again. But she was too weakened by the home-made vodka to do any good at 
all. She saw the cruel, expectant smiles on their young faces and knew that 
she was completely at their mercy. 

"Go ahead, baby!" she heard one of the boys saying cockily, "It's more fun 
when you fight." 

With a sob of despair, Sandy lay back on the ground again, her eyes closed 
in defeat, knowing there was nothing she could do. She felt the small 
insistent hands swarming all over her naked body, and it was then that the 
young blonde teacher realized that she knew she wanted this rape to happen. 
She wanted these beautiful young boys to make love to her and make her cum . 
. . cum . . . cum! 

Now fingers were teasing at her sensitive nipples which were becoming hard, 
lewdly pointing straight up toward the darkened sky. The obscene thrills 
filled her innermost being, and she moaned deep in her throat as she felt 
her vaginal passage tingling with a wetly heated anticipation. 

The hopelessness of her situation nakedly spread-eagled on the ground and 
surrounded by half-a-dozen naked youths stimulated her even more, and the 
hungry hands of the youngsters drove her to a higher level of desire than 
she'd ever known. Still, though, from a far-off distance, she heard her 
voice pleading, "Stop! Please stop!" 

The boys were pulling her trembling legs further apart as, with a strange 
combination of terror and excitement, she saw Stu kneel between her naked 
thighs. A second later she felt the handsome teenager sliding his fingers up 
and down her legs, higher, until he was caressing the sensitive flesh at her 
widely spit cunt. "Damn," he gasped, "She's hot enough already! See! She's 
dripping!" 

"I wanta see her pussy, too!" 

Sandy lifted her head to see what they were doing, and saw the boys' 
wide-open eyes staring up between her forcefully spread loins. She felt 
several hands poking at her helplessly quivering cunt, spreading her vaginal 
lips wide and roughly caressing the moist pink flesh. They hurt her, but the 
discomfort faded under the searing heat of her wild excitement. She moaned 
low in her throat, a sound of hunger. 

"Hey!" Stu yelled, "Come on over here, Matt! You get first fuck because 
you're the youngest." 

Giggling drunkenly, the youths shoved the fourteen year old boy forward, and 
Sandy gaped, her eyes frightened as she saw the teenager move between her 
wide open thighs and get down on his knees. All she could do was moan, and 
thrash her head back and forth, writhing in helplessness. She knew this was 
wrong, terribly wrong, but at the same time she wanted Matt to slide his 
virile young penis up inside her hungering pussy and make love to her. The 
alcohol had certainly done its insidious job, for all of her inhibitions had 
gone. Now she was lewdly excited at his hardened penis as it descended 
toward her shamelessly aroused vagina. 

Matt held his young erection in his hand as the naked blonde teacher writhed 
beneath him. Jesus, he thought with excitement, she almost looked as though 
she were pushing her hot little cunt up for his cock as she struggled her 
naked body off the ground. 

Her strength all gone, Sandy let her head fall back again and she moaned 
quietly into the hand of one of the boys as he held it over her face. 
Abruptly there was someone's wetly heated mouth latched onto her right 
nipple, and within seconds another boy was sucking on her left breast. They 
bit and nibbled at the same time, and the captive young teacher felt an 
obscenely salacious shudder of pleasure ripple through her body. She 
couldn't help it; the alcohol had drained all of her morals away. She no 
longer fought her body's hungering desires. Everything these boys were doing 
felt so good! 

She could now feel the hot rubbery head of Matt's eagerly probing cock 
pushing against her wetly pulsating cunt. With her last remaining ounce of 
resolve, she tried to writhe away from him, but she only succeeded in 
shoving the lust-swollen tip of his penis up and down the fevered slit of 
her vagina. She looked up once more and saw Matt smiling in wonderment 
between her wide-spread legs. He looked so young, yet so excited, and 
abruptly Sandy wanted to help him. 

And then, the head of his excitedly jerking penis was softly parting the 
sensitive lips of her pussy and slipping easily into her throbbing cuntal 
passage. With a groan of lewd delight, Matt fell forward on top of her, 
thrusting his hotly pulsing penis up into her belly as far as it would go. 
Immediately, he began fucking her with complete abandon. His teenage 
hardness so thrillingly stroking in and out of her warmly tingling vagina 
was her final defeat. With an ecstatic shudder, she lay back moaning 
helplessly, knowing it was far too late to struggle any more. 

The other boys crowded around now, holding the naked young girl down on the 
ground, staring at Matt's wetly glistening cock sliding in and out of the 
teacher's hair-lined pussy. They saw Sandy lying still and knew she was 
through resisting. They saw the pink, tightly clasping edges of her vaginal 
lips grow taut and cling to the sliding shaft of the penis as it pulled out; 
her pussy seemed almost reluctant to let the stiffened rod of flesh leave 
her. With an obscene excitement, they saw those trembling hips of hers begin 
to jerk upward and undulate with a new life. Matt fucked into her with a 
wild uncontrollable passion, and it was only seconds before she was 
returning his every movement. 

Sandy's alcohol-dazed mind wasn't clear, but she knew she was being fucked 
by a teenaged boy and that all the other youths were excitedly watching her 
nakedly writhing body. The vision of the salacious spectacle she was 
involved in made the young teacher grow even more aroused. Let them do 
anything they wanted to do. She would help them, make them feel as good as 
she felt. She lifted her head again and saw all the boys were naked and 
staring with lust-glazed eyes at her being fucked by the youngest of them 
all. 

A strange feeling of power came over her alcohol-soaked mind and she knew 
that it was in her power to make these boys happy. They needed her! She 
ground her hips eagerly upward and used her deeper vaginal muscles to 
squeeze Matt's slender little cock, and she grinned in triumph as the 
fourteen year old boy yelped in surprised pleasure. That one movement of her 
rippling pussy flesh was enough to set him off. His youthful cum began 
spurting high up inside her cuntal passage as he groaned out his climax. His 
body convulsed like a broken spring as she hungrily milked at his deflating 
cock, intensifying his satisfaction. 

But at the same time, Sandy had driven her own lusting desires to a powerful 
high that needed to be satisfied. She had to have more! If only she had 
Paul.. . Paul could take care of her need! But her fianc' was only a 
temporary thought. He fled her drunken brain as she heard the young boys 
laughing. They no longer had a hand over her mouth but wetly heated lips 
were now pressing against hers. She felt a tongue sliding in and out of her 
mouth as two other boys continued to suck on her breasts. Caressing fingers 
were all over her sperm-filled cunt and naked buttocks, probing and feeling 
her erotically trembling body, driving her mad with a lewd desire. 

She heard Stu say something to the boy kissing her and he moved away. Then, 
she felt herself being shifted to a new position as the boys placed her on 
her hands and knees. 

She opened her alcohol-slitted eyes and found herself kneeling on the rocky 
ground, in the middle of a ring of naked boys. She saw nothing but the 
youthfully hardened cocks proudly standing out like young tree trunks around 
her. 

Stu was in front of her face, naked and spreading his youthful thighs, 
bending his knees, and holding his rigidly throbbing penis in front of her 
face. She looked at it with bleary eyes, and realized it was bigger than the 
others! It looked like a threatening cudgel ready to strike her! But then, 
she saw Stu pull the skin back and the mushroom-like head gradually slid 
out, pink and moist, right in front of her eyes. The night was quiet except 
for the heavy excited breathing of the boys as they gaped in excitement, 
knowing what their leader had in mind. 

Sandy found herself hemmed in by the warm flesh of the boys as they pushed 
in close to her. She could feel the tips of their hard little cocks pressing 
against her nakedness like red hot pokers. She was getting so excited she 
could hardly breathe. She felt the judge's son pressing his hotly pulsating 
cock against her lips, and she tried to pull her head back. She felt him 
press harder against her mouth, and she tasted a slightly saline drop of cum 
seeping from his excited penis. 

It tasted strange! An obscene desire swirled through her wetly heated cunt 
as she felt Stu pushing his groin against her face, forcing the head of his 
cock between her tightly closed lips. She closed her eyes, knowing what they 
wanted her to do! Oh God, it was so lewd and perverted! But last night she 
had done lesbian things, and tonight it was this! Yet, she had loved it with 
Marie! The obscene thrills she'd felt when the older woman had put her mouth 
down there! The confused young teacher's mind was whirling, and she was so 
dizzy! If only she could think straight! 

Suddenly she decided she wanted to feel the same perverse excitement she'd 
felt last night. This handsome youth wanted her to suck on his penis. All 
right, she would! Sandy moaned in hunger as she parted her lips and took his 
throbbing hardness deep in her mouth. The shudder of pleasure that rippled 
through her body was so powerful that she gasped with a mindless excitement. 

Closing her eyes, she began to suck the young boy's hardness deep into her 
salivating mouth, and she discovered that she loved the taste and feel of 
his maledom. She felt the sixteen year old boy tangle his hands in her hair 
and hold her head in place as he moaned and fucked her in the mouth, his 
hips going wild. She was pleasing him! He needed her! She leaned on one hand 
and with the other, she reached up and caressed his tightened testicles, 
teasingly dipping a finger in the crevice between his muscular buttocks. 

"Oh . . . shit, baby . . . that's it! That's it, suck it . . . suck it . . . 
ohhhhh . . . " 

She gagged every time he thrust his long hardened shaft deep into her 
throat, but she loved it. Boys were suddenly pulling at her free hand, and 
she let them guide it from one to the other, her fingers caressing first one 
warmly throbbing penis and then another as Stu fucked his cock in and out of 
her hungrily sucking mouth. Other boys began fondling her heavily swaying 
breasts, her tingling pussy and buttocks while she squirmed with delight. As 
the kneeling teacher stroked one youth's penis, she felt the rigid rod of 
flesh jerking uncontrollably and then he shot his warm male sperm all over 
her shoulder. The thin white river of jism ran under her armpit and began 
dripping like thick milk from her sensually swaying breast. 

Stu was being driven mad by her warm, greedily sucking mouth. He didn't know 
how long he could hold back . . . his wildly throbbing cock was swelling 
even larger. 

The gang of naked youths stared hypnotically as their leader slowly pulled 
out, then tantalizingly thrust in between her red ovaled lips. 

Sandy, herself almost driven insane by her lewd hunger, struggled to hold 
the throbbing cock-head as she sucked harder and harder while her tongue 
swirled voraciously around the spongy tip. Stu began slamming his burgeoning 
penis deep in her throat, the shaft slipping and slushing as she sucked, her 
cheeks filling up with air as they bloated outward. She fought against the 
gagging force as his male hardness slammed into the back of her throat, and 
she sucked . . . sucked . . . sucked, knowing she was close to orgasm 
herself, just from the excitement of performing this obscene act. 

She was so hotly aroused she couldn't think any more. Behind her kneeling 
body, one of the boys had spread her knees. As his warmly pulsating penis 
seared her back, he forced his hand between the sweat-streaked crevice of 
her naked ass-cheeks and started massaging her tightly puckering anus. Her 
lewd desire was now so great that she thrust out her buttocks in lascivious 
invitation, spreading her thighs as wide as possible. The boy's hand was 
exploring lower and lower and his outstretched middle finger was teasing the 
inner folds of her fevered vaginal slit, adding fuel to the lewd desire that 
caused her quivering cunt to throb and ache for release. 

Stu, seeing what was happening, began slowly sinking to his knees on the 
ground in front of her, sitting on his haunches with the blonde teacher 
still hanging onto his penis with her tightly locked hips, keeping her 
balance now with one elbow. She was kneeling now with her head bobbing up 
and down on the teenager's frantically thrusting cock, her naked ass-cheeks 
high up in the air . . . and loving every second of her humiliation. 

The youth behind her slowly knelt between her wide-spread thighs, and she 
felt the delicious thrill of his hands on her nakedly writhing buttocks. Her 
carnal pleasure grew as he spread them wider and his boyish rod of flesh 
began pushing against her hotly twitching pussy. She moaned with the 
youthful penis in her mouth and sucked harder, the sound becoming louder and 
louder as she felt her legs being forced as wide as was possible behind her, 
and felt the teenage cock sliding easily up inside her heated cuntal 
opening, filling her with an ecstasy that made her want to scream. 

With the first hard deep strokes as the boy fucked wildly up inside her 
greedily welcoming vagina, plus the excitement of sucking Stu's long warm 
penis, quickly drove the hotly aroused blonde to the verge of orgasm. She 
felt it begin deep in her straining breasts and quickly descend to her 
ecstatically quivering cuntal passage as the hands teased and fondled her 
entire body. She felt herself cumming in an overpowering explosion that 
burst throughout her violently trembling loins. Her body convulsed as she 
vibrated with untold rapture, her torso jumping in a lewd dance of lust. 

Her climax seemed to go on and on as her eyes rolled back in her head. 
Gurgling moans escaped her lips tightly ovaled around Stu's hardness fucking 
in and out of her mouth while another rigid little penis rammed into her 
cuntal passage from behind. 

Without warning, she felt Stu cumming in her mouth, and she began shaking 
her head negatively, back and forth, in wild fright. He would choke her! She 
gagged on his hot thick sperm as it ejaculated deep into her throat, and she 
swallowed anxiously in an effort to keep from choking. And then as she 
learned how to gulp in air while emptying the mass of boyish cum into her 
stomach, she realized that she actually liked it. His warm virile sperm was 
so lewdly exciting as it filled her bloated mouth that she swirled her 
tongue in delight around his wildly jerking cock, licking it clean of the 
spewing cum. She was kneeling subserviently here alongside this mountain 
road, nakedly displayed for these lust-crazed teenagers who were doing all 
the obscene things they could think of, and all the shamelessly aroused 
blonde teacher could think of was that she loved it. . . wanted and needed 
more! 

The teenager behind her was staring with glazed eyes at Stu cumming in the 
school teacher's mouth, and he began fucking with abandonment into her tight 
little pussy, an animal growl escaping his throat while Sandy grunted under 
each new stroke and ground her naked ass-cheeks in obscene little circles to 
absorb each jolting sensation as the boy sawed his hardened young cock back 
and forth. The force of the plunges threw Stu off balance and he fell 
backwards, his deflating penis slipping from Sandy's still hungrily sucking 
mouth. 

Letting out a loud wail of disappointment, she tossed her head back and 
forth with wantonly abandoned motions, uncaring that she was being fucked 
into near-unconsciousness by these energetic youths. She felt the boy behind 
her convulsively emptying his youthful cum deep up into her hotly throbbing 
cunt as the convulsive thrill of yet another orgasm slammed into her nakedly 
straining body. 

The teenager, groaning in lewd pleasure, drained the last drop of his 
youthful sperm into her wide open cunt, and felt himself being forcefully 
pulled away from her still rotating ass-cheeks by the other boys. They 
didn't have to hold the lewdly aroused teacher any more or force her to do 
anything. She even rolled over willingly and fell to her back, spreading her 
legs in obscene eagerness until her cunt was spread wide, its cum-covered 
hair-lined lips inviting someone else to fuck her. 

Sandy held her firm up-thrust breasts in her hands, offering them to the 
boys. If she was going to be treated like a common prostitute, then she 
would act like one. She'd show these kids the power she held over them. 
She'd make them do things now, instead of them controlling her! She wanted 
them to fuck her until she went crazy with ecstasy, and they'd do it too! 
She'd see to that! 

"Shit.. . I ain't ever seen a woman get so hot," one of the youths said 
wonderingly. 

Sandy stared for a moment, her passion-slitted eyes taking in her naked body 
on the rocky ground. She smiled at the thin film of glistening cum on her 
breasts, thighs and belly, at her grinding hips and her quivering pussy that 
undulated invitingly up at them. She slid her hands seductively down her 
tautened belly, driving the teenagers almost out of their minds as they 
watched her silently pleading for more cock. 

Then with a lunge they were all over her and the hot naked bodies were on 
top of her, caressing her, massaging her with vicious jerking movements. A 
boy was now between her legs and yet another youthfully throbbing penis 
pushed between her thighs to slide up into her vagina. Another one was 
forcing itself into her mouth and she began to suck hungrily, wildly 
undulating her body as she writhed beneath them. She caressed slender young 
cocks with both hands, slamming her hips up and down in a steady rhythm in 
unison to the two hardened penises fucking in and out of her mouth and cunt. 

One of the teenagers came in her vagina, and she couldn't even tell who it 
was a she groaned and jerked over her. She felt him pull out and still 
another rigid shaft of flesh force its pulsating way into her wide-open 
cunt. She felt herself helpless to stop the repeated orgasms that rippled 
through her belly again and again, and her nakedly writhing body trembled 
and convulsed as the virile teenagers watched in awe. Oh God, it would 
probably go on all night long and she didn't care. Her lust-crazed mind was 
unable to comprehend the obscene thing that was happening to her . . . all 
she cared about was that it was happening and that they were bringing her 
pleasure. 

Not counting the lulls when the boys slumped to the ground naked, resting, 
and drinking more of the rot gut vodka, it did go on most of the night. All 
of them had fucked her at least once, she'd sucked each on of them to climax 
at least once, and her body was coated with her own passionate sweat and the 
boys' encrusted white cum. She had climaxed too many times to remember, and 
still she wanted more! Matt was staring at her semi-conscious form, nakedly 
displayed on the ground in front of him, and his fourteen year old mind took 
in the obscene vision as he felt his virilely throbbing penis growing again. 
Getting up with a moan he moved over to the young blonde teacher and, 
dropping to his knees, he shoved his boyish erection into her slightly 
parted lips. As if she were a machine, she began to slide her tightly ovaled 
lips up and down the hardened shaft and within seconds another youth was 
kneeling behind her, preparing to slide his hardened cock up into her wetly 
gaping pussy. He paused as Stu ordered, "Wait a minute! Let's take her at 
the same time." 

"What? You mean together?" 

Stu called the gang together and whispered. Sandy saw a lewd expectant smile 
spread over their faces. For some reason she felt a sudden shiver of fear. 
They looked so evil, she thought, too weary to move. 

Sandy obediently opened her mouth to take his penis as she saw Stu advancing 
toward her, but she heard him saying, "No, not that way. Get on your belly." 

Sandy obeyed just as though she were a robot receiving orders. Spreading her 
legs, she lifted her nakedly rounded buttocks up, and waved them obscenely 
at the sixteen year old boy. Stu knelt behind her, an arrogant smile 
contorting his face. Sandy moaned, feeling an erotic thrill as his hands 
gripped her sensitive buttocks and spread her rounded ass-cheeks wide apart. 
Her excitement grew. This was the position the weary young teacher wanted 
more than any others. It was the most subjugating and degrading. She needed 
to be humiliated, tortured for her obscene performance with Marie which was 
what had aroused these boys in the first place. Submissively, expecting to 
be fucked again, she knelt there waiting. 

She felt the head of the judge's son's hard unyielding cock pressing hotly 
against her anal ring and she lifted her buttocks up higher trying to get 
her palpitating pussy opening higher so she could make contact with his 
virile young shaft. 

"Wrong hole, bitch. I want a fresh one," Stu hissed to the uncomprehending 
teacher. 

Stu Wagner shoved down harder, his fingers prying her sensitive flesh apart, 
hurting her as he pushed her down and spread her quivering ass-cheeks even 
further apart as he pressured his swollen cock-head against her tightly 
resisting anus. 

"What . . . what are you doing?" she whimpered. 

"Why, we're going to fuck you in the ass now, teach," Stu said. He shuffled 
into position and then with one vicious thrust of his hips, drove the thick 
rubbery head of his penis through her defensively puckering anal ring. 

"Aaaaaggghhh . . . no . . . you're hurting . . . meeeeeee!" 

"Fuck her ass hole," Matt groaned. 

"Yeah!" 

"Fuck her!" 

"Fuck her!" 

"Fuck her in the ass while we watch you," Matt hissed. 

Sandy's ears were filled with the excited voices of the teenagers as she 
felt her rectum being stretched painfully wider. Stu thrust again, driving 
his hotly throbbing shaft another agonizing inch up into her tight rectal 
channel. Suddenly the pain became intolerable and the young teacher was 
screaming, "Oh God, wait!" She tried to move but hands seized her and she 
was pinned to the ground once more in a subservient kneeling position. "No, 
oh no, it hurts!" she panted. 

"Jesus, you guys, that is one tight little asshole!" Stu groaned as he 
hammered his long hard cock into the warm buttery depths of her rectum. 
Sandy tried to struggle by thrashing her hips up and down, but this only 
forced the throbbing head of the youth's penis in ever further. 

"Oh God! No! I'll do anything but that! I can't! It won't go!" she cried out 
in her suffering. 

The other boys were helping Stu to spread her legs wider, and he dug his 
fingers into her softly yielding buttocks while his cockhead slowly wormed 
its way further up inside her hot rectal passage, stretching her tight 
puckering anal ring until it looked as though it would split wide open. They 
continued to hold her hips while Stu fucked his way forward, his face 
straining as he felt the tight little hole painfully squeezing his cock. 
But, he was determined to get it in, even if it killed her! It was the 
principle of the thing now, if he gave up the boys would give him a bad 
time. With a powerful thrust, he felt her futilely resisting anal muscles 
give way and, with a lewd popping sound, his aching penis slammed deep 
inside her fearfully cringing rectum all the way to the hilt. Stu could feel 
her sperm-laden balls pressing against the pulsating lips of her pussy as he 
held still, breathing heavily, as he felt her deeper rectal muscles 
slithering in protest against his invading shaft. 

Sandy's nakedly kneeling body jerked and writhed with superhuman strength as 
she fought loose from the hold the boys had on her shoulders, but she would 
not rid herself of the hard torturing rod of flesh that was embedded so 
painfully deep up inside her rectum. It was tearing her apart and the young 
teacher began to wail as she realized the more she moved, the worse it was 
for her sadistically stretched anus. 

Viciously, Stu started slowly thrusting in and out, a wide grin on his face. 
It hurt him, but staring at his hard throbbing cock sticking out of her 
tight little hole gave him such an obscene feeling of manly power that he 
thought he would actually cum right then. Yes, he'd cum in her asshole, but 
not yet. . . no, not until he showed this hot little bitch a new trick or 
two. Shit! She might even be one of those women who liked it! He dug his 
fingers into the softly resilient flesh of her buttocks and held her in 
place while he rammed his sodomizing hardness in even deeper, feeling her 
tight gripping rings of anal muscle giving way to the onslaught of his 
probing cock. 

At the same time, Sandy was moaning out her suffering, knowing that she 
would never be the same again. The pain was threatening to blank out her 
mind if she didn't get release. She felt him pumping his hips behind her, 
trying to tear her apart, and she tensed until she felt like her muscles 
would burst. Each time he pulled out, her rectum clung to his rod of flesh 
like glue, stretching out with his penis until it seemed certain the 
sensitive lining of her anal passage would rip. Each cruel inward thrust 
seemed sure to be the one to tear her rectum apart. 

Sandy's mind refused to accept any more pain and in a catatonic state she 
began to relax her tightly coiled muscled, letting her helplessness roll 
over her in a black wave of despair. As she relaxed, she felt the pain 
receding, a strange, masochistic excitement started in the core of her 
being. She would accept this new degrading subjugation from the teenagers 
because it was her due. Oh God, she deserved to be punished some more . . . 
she wanted to be punished! 

The lewd masochistic thrill rippled through her forever-stretched rectum and 
spread throughout her body, desire now mingling with the pain. As it became 
one and the same, she felt a sudden throbbing of ecstasy deep inside her 
loins. She stared hot-eyed and panting at the boys watching her sadistic 
sodomy. And then, the kneeling young teacher began wantonly pumping her hips 
in rhythm to Stu's brutal lunges. An expression of lewd delight spread 
across her face, and she moaned in rapture as she screwed her naked buttocks 
up even higher while the boy fucked her so forcefully, painfully deep, 
ripping at her virginal anus. But now she wanted it! Wanted him to tear her 
apart! Wanted to satisfy this unholy craving that was filling her soul! 

This was the ultimate! Humiliation and satisfaction! There wasn't anything 
left for her to do . . . she'd done it all now! 

In her drunken state, lust-crazed thoughts s, filled her tortured mind, and 
she suddenly realized how very exciting it was to have someone watching her 
humiliation. She could see youthful cocks swelling again all around her as 
she fucked back greedily now, her suffering complete as she relaxed, willing 
to have his driving cudgel rip her apart, from rectum to vagina. Dimly she 
realized that her unleashed passion would blast her mind to the point where 
the only thing she would be good for from now on would be to become a 
prostitute. No decent man would ever be able to satisfy or want her now. 

"Yes," she mumbled to herself, "Yes! Yes! Fuck me like that!" 

"She wants it," Matt yelled. 

"YES! Keep fucking . . . Oh God! Fuck . . . Fuck . . . Fuck!" 

"Like it, do you, teach?" Stu asked in a strained voice. 

"Yes! Fuck my ass. . . fuck me in the mouth . . . do everything there is to 
do!" Her ass-cheeks were wantonly rotating as the judge's sixteen year old 
son held her tightly around the hips while his pistoning cock slid in and 
out of her wildly puckering anus. Without warning, he turned over to one 
side, pulling her belly-upward on top of him. Several hands reached out to 
help him as Sandy's eyes fluttered open, instinctively knowing what they 
wanted her to do. She rolled over on top of the youth as he continued to saw 
in and out of her rectal passage. She could feel his warm naked body beneath 
her as his hands reached around her rib cage for her tingling breasts. She 
moaned with pleasure as he began massaging the tiny little nipples, rubbing 
them into even greater hardness. 

Her eyes closed, her mouth gaped open, and Sandy spread her legs obscenely 
wide, exposing her whole vaginal area to the drunkenly contorted faces of 
the young boys. She bent her knees and one dark-haired teenager looked down 
at her widespread legs to see her cuntal lips open and inviting. As she 
churned her hips, all the boys saw the stiff white shaft of Stu's cock 
splitting her ass cheeks and stretching her rectum to the utmost. Her face 
winced with each sodomizing thrust, but she forced a lewd seductive smile on 
her face, offering the dark-haired youngster her hungering pussy. 

The boy knelt between her wide-spread legs and put the lust-swollen tip of 
his penis on her wetly heated slit. He grinned as he rubbed it up and down 
her hair-lined pussy and felt her vaginal lips tremble beneath his stroking. 

Suddenly, he was on top of her with a groan of obscene hunger and, as his 
youthful hardness plunged into her cunt with a wet sluicing sound, the naked 
teacher gasped with renewed desire. She seemed to have no mind left at all 
as she felt the two boys begin fucking her at the same time, felt their 
hotly throbbing penises sawing back and forth in different thrusts, one 
going into her fevered cunt while the other pulled out of her quivering 
little anus, with only a thin membrane separating them. Sandy jerked 
uncontrollably, her body bent practically double, moaning loudly, while her 
hips churned in complete abandonment. She knew one man would never be enough 
for her from his time forward! Not men! Boys! Young boys were the answer! So 
virile and eager, and she could make them cum any time she wanted to.. . 
again and again . . . never ending. 

The teenaged boys crowded close around the wanton young school teacher, 
their stiffened erections in their hands as they watched Stu Wagner and the 
dark-haired youth slamming into her. They had her tightly sandwiched between 
them, and she was panting like a wild animal as they sadistically fucked 
into her violated passages. They watched her cum again and again, watched 
her eyes slit with passion, her mouth wide open while she yelled and howled 
like a bitch in heat. 

Sandy knew she was helpless, yet she was the one who was giving them 
pleasure. But she couldn't deny that at the same time they gave her spasm 
after spasm of violent sexual orgasms. 

A youngster standing by her head, looked down at her tightly closed eyes and 
seized her long blonde hair in his hand, turning her face toward him while 
rubbing her wetly parted lips with the head of his hardened cock. Sandy 
pulled her hand free and began to caress the slender penis lovingly, 
stroking it back and forth before sliding it into her mouth and voraciously 
sucking it. The boy began to pump his hips in wild abandon, fucking her 
mouth while the young blonde's lips tightened in a perfect oval. 

"Oh shit, teach," Stu cried out, "Here it comes!" He groaned as his wildly 
jerking cock abruptly expanded in her rectum and she felt his heated sperm 
shooting far up into her violated anal passage, filling her channel with his 
semen which soon overflowed to run down the crevice between her quaking 
buttocks. His ejaculating cock slid in and out easily now, lubricated by his 
own cum. The dark-haired boy fucking in and out of her tightly clasping cunt 
suddenly stiffened and then his youthful sperm was gushing up into her 
belly. Stu lay still, breathing heavily for a few seconds, then pushed the 
semi-conscious teacher up off him with a shaking hand, even though she was 
still hungrily sucking on one boy's suddenly spewing penis. 

The rest of the naked youths, wild with desire after witnessing the obscene 
spectacle, were on the sex-crazed teacher in a flash. They covered her 
drunken, half-conscious body, viciously fucking her with no holds barred, 
and as the night wore on they forced her to do any and every perverted thing 
they could think of. She was unable to fight the requests, her mind long ago 
having blanked out the degradation of what the teenagers were doing to her. 

Exhausted and emptied, the boys eventually lay beside her, unable to move 
while Sandy slept in a stupor beside them. All six of the youths had 
completed their subjugation of the blonde school teacher, and they callously 
ignored her naked body as though it were no longer there. 

Finally, crawling to his feet, Stu yawned as he pulled his clothes on and 
whispered, "We'd better get the hell out of here. Anyone know what time it 
is?" 

"It's four thirty." 

"Shit, my old man will kill me!" 

"Wow, my old lady's gonna beat the hell out of me!" 

"Whyn't you watch the time, Stu," Matt whimpered. "I gotta sneak in now." 

Stu shrugged and said, "Just tell 'em we went camping. If we all say that, 
they'll have to believe us." He paused and stared down at Sandy. Despite the 
night of obscenity and weakened strength, she still looked very desirable. 
He grinned as he thought of how the young woman had fucked back when he 
sodomized her. 

"You bitch, you really liked that, didn't you?" Stu rasped as he kicked her 
naked shoulder. 

"Yes," she barely whispered, no life to her voice. 

"You're going to do it again, aren't you?" 

"Yes, any time you want to!" 

Stu's laughter rang out and he reached down and pinched the sensitive little 
nipple of her right breast as he added, "And the next time we'll add a 
little lesbian fucking too, won't we?" 

"Yes!" again she replied, her mind unaware of what she was answering. She 
just wanted to be left alone so she could sleep. 

"I know," the judge's son nodded, "You're just saying what you think I want 
to hear now, but you'll want to. I may not be very old, but I know when a 
woman has a hot cunt like you do. You're just like a whore; you'll do 
anything for a little cock." 

His words faded as she closed her eyes. She didn't sleep, but it was only 
gradually that she realized the boys were gone. The silence around her made 
her lift her head and look around. She was too tired to get to her feet, 
much less dress. She reached out, gathered up her clothes and crawled to the 
cab of the pickup truck. Pulling herself up, the exhausted young teacher 
climbed into the truck where she collapsed across the seat, too weary and 
sick at heart to do anything except pull the door shut behind her. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Judge Monti Wagner was a confused man. He was like an old bloodhound dog. He 
could smell something wrong, but there was nothing to confirm it. His day 
had been uneventful after the sheriff had let him off at the courthouse, and 
he'd gone home to spend a lonely evening. His young son was never around, 
always off somewhere with his buddies. 

He saw a hurriedly scribbled note that informed him that Stu was out with 
his friends. If only that kid was easier to handle, he'd be a happier man. 
It had been a hard time since Stu's mother had died and left him alone to 
train the headstrong boy. Monti knew he was a good Judge, but nothing meant 
anything to him after his lovely Sara had died. He'd tried to teach Stu 
right from wrong, but this day and age young people wanted freedom . . . 
freedom from parents and any sort of moral restraint. 

Jittery and unsure of what was wrong, the judge had to grin once again as he 
thought of Sam Jansen's smart old hound dog being sprayed by a skunk last 
night. The dog had been deliberately set up, of that he was sure, but by 
whom? 

The prowler at Ma Perry's really bothered him, and that new woman school 
teacher was too nervous she was scared about something. Everything about the 
whole damned event was all wrong! Nothing made sense! Here it was only nine 
o'clock in the evening, and he was too upset to settle down. 

Quickly, he made up his mind to drive around and relax if nothing else. And, 
he just might find something to help him figure this thing out. Lights were 
on in the boarding house but Sam didn't seem to be home. His pickup truck 
wasn't parked in front of the house where it usually was. Thinking about 
last night, he decided to have a talk with Marie, if she was up, and maybe 
with Sam gone, he'd find out what really happened. Damn, he'd sure hate to 
be the man, or men, Sam was looking for. He'd probably blow their brains 
out! And then Sam would be up before him on a manslaughter charge of 
something. 

He parked in front of Ma Perry's and sat listening for a few minutes before 
getting out. Everything was quiet tonight. Switching off his lights, he 
swung out of the car, loudly stamping his feet, coughing loudly, and making 
sure he was heard before he started walking up toward the boarding house. He 
didn't want anyone in the house taking pot shots at him. He knocked on the 
door and waited. 

"What the hell do you want," he heard Sam Jansen exclaim from the slightly 
cracked door. 

"Sam?" the judge said in surprise, as the door was swung open. "I thought 
you were gone! The truck?" 

"Well, I'm not! I'm waiting for that son of a bitch last night to come 
back." 

"Well, I was just keeping an eye on things. Saw the light and thought I'd 
make sure it was okay." 

"Well?" Sam said questioningly. "Could I come in," Monti Wagner asked. "I 
want to talk to you." 

"Come on in, then!" 

"What happened to your pickup," the judge asked as he stepped into the 
hallway and followed Sam to the parlor. 

"I loaned it to that young school teacher, but she ain't back yet." 

"Where was she going?" 

"I really can't say," he scratched his head, and added, "She said she was 
taking some books to some young'uns. But, she didn't say who." 

"She shouldn't be running around alone in the dark, Sam." 

"I know, but dammit, I thought she'd be back by now." 

"Was she alone?" 

"Yeah, sure! I saw her drive away," Sam said his face wrinkled in a frown. 
"I hope she's all right." 

"Probably is," the judge said thoughtfully, "but I'll look around for her. 
Goodnight, Sam, watch out for prowlers." 

"You bet I will. I'm gonna fill em so full of buckshot they'll be picking it 
out for the next six weeks." 

Monti slammed the door as he stepped out into the night and he' heard Sam 
lock it behind him. He turned his thoughts back to the girl, wondering where 
the hell she could be this time of night. She could be in trouble if she 
treated everyone the way she had him! Her high and mighty ways could get her 
in bad trouble with the men around this part of the country. They didn't 
like to be put down, and she could do it just looking down her nose at you. 

He drove slowly, checking the two bars, but they were both quiet and there 
was no pickup truck parked in front of either one that looked like Sam's. He 
stopped at a little truck stop and had a cup of coffee, his mind figuring 
out what to do next. It must be small kids she was visiting, since most of 
the older boys were out with his son. 

Well, he'd just have to drive past some of the houses where there were small 
children and check it out! For some reason he felt worried about the 
beautiful young blonde. 

After driving for an hour, Judge Wagner decided there was no need to keep 
running around like a dog chasing his tail. He'd take a run up into the 
mountains and check out the workers camp. Maybe he'd learn something up 
there about last night! 

* * * 

Unaware of the Judge's activities, Sandy Miller woke with a painful start. 
She opened her eyes to see the sun streaming through the truck windows. She 
gasped and jerked up in the seat, her cramped body felt like it had been 
beaten and torn from one end to the other. Her head ached and the sun hurt 
her eyes so badly she clenched them shut. She groaned as each movement sent 
piercing stabs of pain throughout her body. 

Suddenly, everything began to overwhelm her, coming back like a heavy cloud 
to settle in her brain. She pulled her tortured body up and behind the 
steering wheel and opened her eyes again. She saw the high mountains and the 
thick trees all around her. She didn't know where she was, but she had to 
get back to the boarding house with Mr. Jansen's truck. He would be furious 
with her for keeping it for so long. He'd probably already called the law 
and reported it. 

She struggled into her rumpled clothes and reached for the ignition. The 
keys were gone! Oh God, no . . . not that! The least they could have done 
after violating her body was leave the keys for her. And then she felt the 
hot tears fill her eyes, and she sobbed as she got out of the truck and 
began the search for them. 

She saw the place where she'd lain, naked and obscene while the boys did 
every conceivable thing to her. . . and she to them! She was just turning 
away from the painful scene when she saw the keys lying in the dirt. 
Grateful for the means to get away from here, she sighed and wiped the tears 
from her cheeks. 

Exhausted from sexual satiation, her mind filled with horror and despair, 
and something too black to admit to herself, Sandy managed to back the truck 
down the narrow trail to the main road. She stared both ways not knowing 
which way they had come, and not knowing what to do. 

Unfortunately, she turned the opposite direction of Ma Perry's boarding 
house. Her fright grew and she began driving as recklessly as though a ghost 
was following her. She didn't know the road and wasn't aware of the "S" 
curve up in front of her. She was going down hill too fast when she hit it 
and was unable to control the unfamiliar truck. She hit the dirt bank at the 
side of the road and lost control as the steering wheel spun rapidly. The 
pickup skidded across the ditch and landed in the bushes that lined the 
highway, forcing the door open and throwing her out into the dirt where she 
lay unmoving . . . 

* * * 

Judge Wagner had checked out the camp high up in the mountains, had a drink 
and played a little poker with some of the men who were half drunk, and 
drove into town again just about dawn. He'd had breakfast with the farm 
workers before coming back and he was satisfied they were innocent of 
breaking into Ma Perry's boarding house. Now, as he drove past the boarding 
house, he saw nothing of Sam's pickup. Jansen was sure up early this 
morning, he thought as he wondered what the Miller girl had been up to. 

He drove home and found Stu asleep in his room. He stood there staring down 
at the boy's innocent features and then went to make a pot of black coffee. 

He was on his second cup when the phone rang. It was his friend Steve 
Batson, the neighboring county sheriff and he was reporting an accident. 
Since he'd identified Sam Jansen's truck as being the car involved, and 
since a young woman was driving it, he'd decided to call the Judge first. 

"The truck's okay, Monti, but the girl's in the hospital." the sheriff said. 

"How badly was she hurt?" the judge asked. 

"Minor injuries from the accident, but she's in bad condition, Judge. Who is 
she anyway?" 

"She's our new school teacher, Sandy Miller, and she borrowed Sam's truck to 
go see some kids." Monti answered, his mind in a turmoil. "What do you mean 
she's bad off?" 

"I meant something happened to her. She's in trouble of some kind." 

"Yeah! How long do you think she'll be hospitalized?" 

"It'll be a couple days anyway." 

"Keep an eye on her Steve, and let me know when she's ready to leave." Monti 
said thoughtfully, then added. "I'll send Sam along to get the truck." 

"You can tell me, Monti. What's she done?" 

"Nothing that I know about. Seems innocent enough." 

"Seems scared to death to me," Ken said firmly. "Almost crazy!" 

"Watch out for her, Steve. I'd appreciate it." Judge Wagner said, and then 
added. "See ya, boy." 

"Okay, Monti." 

Judge Wagner just couldn't figure this thing out. Well, he'd better get 
going and tell Sam what happened. Old Sam was gonna be really pissed at this 
happening to his truck. He'd probably never loan it again. 

After he reported the accident to Sam Jansen, he would forget the whole 
thing. It wasn't any of his business now, and he was pretty sure the young 
school teacher would not be back to haunt him. He stopped his car, got out, 
and then, he saw a strange car parked by the boarding house. It was a rented 
car and that was unusual for this town. 

Just as he reached the front steps of Ma Perry's, Sam threw the door open, 
"Judge, I just called the sheriff. My pickup hasn't been brought back." 

"I know, Sam. I got news for you." Judge Wagner said and began to explain 
about the accident. 

"Shit, what happened, Monti?" He asked kicking the toe of his boot against 
the door jamb. No one knows, Sam, the girl's in the hospital but not badly 
hurt. You're truck's okay, the sheriff said." 

"Come on in," Sam invited, looking relieved that his pick-up was okay. "I'll 
get you some coffee." 

As they stepped into the dining room, Monti saw a strange young man seated 
at the table, "Judge," Sam said, "This is Mr. Simpson . . . " 

But before he could finish the introduction, the young man stood up and 
said, "Paul.. . Paul Simpson. I'm Miss Miller's fianc'. She's the new school 
teacher for this . . . this place and I'm looking for her. Do you know 
anything about her?" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

As soon as Judge Wagner had explained to Paul that Sandy had been in an 
accident with Sam's truck, the young man offered to drive Sam to the 
hospital to get his truck. Paul wanted to stay and see Sandy, unconvinced 
that she wasn't badly hurt. 

The injured young blonde had come around slowly and was in such a state that 
the doctor had given her a sedative. She was sound asleep when Paul arrived 
at her room. She seemed to be in shock. After giving her every possible 
test, the hospital had advised the young man to go and get some sleep, all 
they could do was wait until she began to snap out of it. 

It was three days later when Sandy began to show any life at all. She was 
awake but she said not a word. She wouldn't eat, and she stared straight 
ahead with wide-confused eyes. Paul stayed with her every day, going to a 
nearby motel every night. 

Arriving the fourth morning after the accident, Paul sat beside her and 
whispered lovingly, "Darling, tell me what happened." 

She stiffened, covered her face with her hands, and began sobbing 
hysterically. "No! No! No!" 

He called the nurse and they gave her another sedative to calm her down. The 
tortured young man sat with his silent fiancee for the rest of the day and 
far into the night. He was worried that she might have brain damage that had 
gone unnoticed by the doctor. Finally about midnight the nurse came in and 
ordered him to go to the motel and get some sleep. 

He fell into the bed and soon was in a troubled sleep. Tossing and turning 
he slept a nightmarish few hours and was jerked into consciousness by the 
ringing of the telephone. The hospital was calling to tell him that Sandy 
was awake and asking for him. 

Relieved, Paul rushed to the hospital. Sandy was sitting up in bed, drinking 
milk, and there was a smile on her face. As he kissed her, she threw her 
arms around him and crushed him tightly against her chest. He was so 
grateful to see her looking well that it took him a few seconds to realize 
she was wildly French kissing him, her tongue darting in and out between his 
teeth. He could feel her gown-covered nakedness, and he forced himself to 
pull away from her passionate kiss, backing away from the bed as the amorous 
young blonde tried to cling to him. 

"Sandy! You really are better." 

"Yes," she whispered. 

Paul tried to hide his excitement and passion as he stared at the voluptuous 
girl. It was Sandy, but she was different! She was acting like a hussy! 
Kissing him like that, and just after she'd been seriously ill! Even as he 
stood there staring speculatively at her, she was looking at him with a 
sensuous smile and writhing provocatively around on the bed. 

She stroked the outline of her thigh through the sheet and said seductively, 
"It's so good to see you, Paul!" 

"It's sure good to see you feeling better," he tried to keep his smile. 
Jesus, she was actually flirting with him! Was she still in a state of 
shock? 

Her hands slid slowly up and down his thighs, and Paul found himself getting 
an erection when she pointed in front of her and whispered, "Is it safe 
without locking the door?" 

"Why?" he stammered, feeling a ripple of excitement up and down his spine at 
the seductive voice she was giving him. 

Slowly she pulled down the sheet to reveal her hospital gown bunched up 
around her waist. Smiling lewdly she spread her naked thighs and Paul could 
see the pink hair-lined slit of her cunt. "I don't want anyone watching us!" 

He went to the door and turned the lock, unsure of why he did it. What if 
the nurse should try to get in? Maybe it was better she didn't! It wouldn't 
look good if she saw Sandy lying in that obscene position. Paul turned from 
the door and choked at the sight of Sandy's completely naked body. She had 
tossed the gown to the floor and was holding her naked breast up toward him 
in invitation. 

Suddenly she began to grind her hips in a lewd whorish movement, grinning at 
him with lust-slitted eyes. She writhed in complete abandonment as she 
whispered, "Come here! I've got a present for you." 

"Sandy? Are you sure you know what you're doing?" he asked with compassion 
breaking his voice. "Are you in some kind of shock?" 

"Shock?" she murmured. "No, but I do have a fever . . . and what a fever," 
she laughed. 

"But, you're not like this!" 

"I am now, lover," she said almost sadly. "This is what I really am. Paul, 
don't you love me?" 

"Of course I do. What's that got to do with it?" He knew something was wrong 
and whatever it was, he had to know. "I came all this way to see about you, 
didn't I?" 

"Then why do you make me beg for it," she snapped. 

With a gasp the young man stepped back and stammered, "Sandy! Something 
happened! What is it?" 

She heard his condescending tone and knew he was shocked and embarrassed at 
her open invitation. "You really want to know," she asked, giggling at his 
blushing face. 

"I want to help you, Sandy." 

"I'm not the same person you knew back home! Come to bed with me before I 
burn up," she said holding out her arms. 

He moved closer to the bed and stared down at her. Her hands were now openly 
caressing her wide-split vagina and the lewd giggle that escaped her 
slightly parted lips made him shiver with the unknown. And then, she reached 
out and touched his pants covered thigh, slowly sliding her fingers toward 
his awakening penis. He wanted her badly, but this was now way to have her! 
He'd waited this long, and he could at least wait until she was out of 
shock. Paul felt his cock growing into a throbbing hardness inside his pants 
and he had to fight to keep from falling in bed beside her. His lips 
twitched with the need to suck her enticing little nipples as he reached 
with trembling hands and lifted the telephone receiver, "Is this the desk?" 

"What.. . no . . . " Sandy hissed, her eyes narrowing with hate. "You 
can't." 

Paul whispered, "Sandy, you're sick. You need help." 

"I'm not sick!" she screamed. "Can't you understand, I want you to fuck me!" 

Paul was shocked at the lewd language, having never dreamed she could use 
such a word. He shoved her back on the bed as she lunged for the phone and 
said into the mouth piece, "Get me the duty nurse." 

Paul put the phone down with one hand while he held her struggling body on 
the bed with the other. He had just managed to get the covers over her naked 
body when the nurse knocked on the locked door. He hissed at the young 
blonde to stay there and rushed to the door to let the nurse in. As soon as 
she saw the weeping blonde girl was distraught, she called a doctor and they 
gave her another heavy sedative to calm her. 

Later in the hallway, the young fianc' was talking to the doctor. "What 
could possibly have happened to her?" he asked shakily. 

"Shock does strange things to people sometimes, and there's no explaining 
it," he said consolingly, and then added, "She'll sleep all day and you'll 
only be in the way. Come back later when she's awake. She just needs more 
time to get over whatever happened." 

"But, it's not like Sandy . . . not at all!" 

"I believe you! She'll tell you what's bothering her, but it may be a long 
time. She'll be fine! Trust me, son." 

The doctor shook his head as he saw the troubled young man walk down the 
corridor and out of sight. If he had the courage, he might tell the youth to 
get in his car and drive as far away as possible from that Miss Miller. He 
had given Sandy a physical examination when she was admitted to the 
hospital, and he knew what had happened to her. And he was also pretty sure 
that it had caused her to go into a state of shock! No, the best thing to do 
was just keep his mouth shut, and let the young man find out for himself 
that his girlfriend had been fucked silly . . . by more than one man! And 
he'd keep still, too, about Miss Miller wanting to have the doctor get in 
bed with her. 

The rest of the day passed quietly with Paul driving around the town and up 
into the mountains on just a chance he might find the place where Sandy had 
the accident. He had returned to the motel and was just sitting down to a 
table to have his evening meal when the phone rang. It was the doctor asking 
if Sandy was with him. 

"NO! Isn't she at the hospital?" 

"I'm afraid not. The nurse found her bed empty and I was hoping she had gone 
to you." 

"Oh, God!" 

"There's nothing to be afraid of, Mr. Simpson. She can't be very far. . . 
not walking in her condition." 

"Where could she be? Why would she leave the hospital?" 

"I don't know, but if you don't know where she is, I'll have to call the 
police." 

And that was how the sheriff was notified of the missing teacher. Judge 
Wagner received a call from the lawman advising him of the girl's 
disappearance and he shook his head in confusion. Well, they'd probably 
never see that girl again. She definitely was running away from something 
could be her fianc' and she wasn't about to come back to a town where it 
possibly had happened. 

* * * 

Sandy watched the mountain road unwind in front of her as the pick-up truck 
gradually climbed higher and higher. Occasionally she would glance over at 
Marie Jansen who was concentrating on driving. The brunette still looked a 
little defiant, and there was an undeniable aura of fear around her. Sandy 
grinned. It hadn't been easy to convince Sam Jansen's wife to come with her. 
Oh, Marie had wanted sex badly enough, but she didn't want to go to the farm 
worker's camp. 

'Too many people know me there," she had whined. 

"So?" The blonde school teacher had been unrelenting, and when Marie had 
still hesitated, Sandy had said simply, "Well, I guess I'll just have to 
tell Sam and the judge the whole story." 

"You wouldn't," Marie gasped, and then stared into the glazed eyes of the 
young girl, and realized Sandy would actually do just that. There was 
something wrong with the teacher; something badly wrong. It was as if she 
were still on the brittle edge of hysteria and about to crack at any moment. 
And worst of all, she was still wearing her hospital gown under her 
raincoat. Still, though, there was nothing the older woman could do about 
the blackmail. She had to keep the girl quiet . . . no matter what the cost. 

Then Marie had gotten her second shock. When she pulled out of her driveway 
she had seen Judge Monti Wagner's car start up in front of them. "Follow 
that car," Sandy ordered. 

"What? Don't you realize whose car that is?" she had gasped. 

"Sure. That's the judge's car, but Stu is driving. Stu wants us to put on 
another show for his friends . . . like he did the other night." Sandy 
giggled loudly, "You know . . . eat a little pussy, and do a little fucking 
. . . " 

Marie began shuddering. She didn't like this at all. . . God knows if Stu 
Wagner and his bunch of juvenile delinquents were involved in this, it could 
be all over town by tomorrow morning. 

Twice Marie slowed down and twice Sandy had repeated her threat of 
blackmail. 

Now, as they topped the forested summit, they saw the clearing and the farm 
workers camp ahead of them. They pulled into the yard as the sun was sinking 
behind the mountain range and twilight settling on the campgrounds. 

Sandy was shocked at the dirt and general shiftlessness of the place. She 
looked at Marie, and whispered, "It's terrible!" 

"Well, let's go then," Marie said quickly. 

Stu had parked behind their truck. Now he walked up to the window on the 
passenger side of the truck cab and grinned. "It's okay! They're nice 
people." He smiled at the two women and added, "Stay here until I give you 
the word. They weren't expecting us." 

The boy strolled cockily down to meet the three men who were coming to meet 
them. They looked hard and cruel as though they could be mean. Stu spoke to 
them in low tones and then smiled lewdly as the men turned to look at the 
blonde in the truck. 

Finally, Stu motioned her to get out. She slid out of the cab and posed 
seductively for the crude looking men, feeling an obscene thrill growing 
inside her belly as they stared at the skimpy hospital gown she was still 
wearing. 

"Well," she asked the teenager as he came back to the truck and stood beside 
her. 

"They're willing to take the chance that you won't talk, but they wanted to 
see what you looked like." 

Sandy nodded as she turned around, pulling the gown aside exposing her naked 
loins to their gaping eyes. God! Here she was showing off her naked body 
while three men stared at her. "Great! Just great," she heard one of them 
saying. "We're going to have us a great party, little lady." 

"Come on then, the fun's waiting," Stu smirked, and then stopped as he 
remembered Marie was still in the truck. Turning toward the older woman, he 
snickered, "Marie, guess you're going to have to use that big rubber cock 
you carry around in your purse on yourself tonight. The men say you're too 
much of a risk. They've heard about Sam and his shotgun." 

"But.. . but.. . " Marie looked undecided. She was relieved to be excused 
from this "party", but she was even more afraid to leave the innocent Sandy 
at the mercy of these lewdly staring men. God knows what they'd do to her. 

"Better go, Marie," the boy said ominously, "especially if you know what's 
good for you." 

"Wha . . what are you going to do to her?" 

"Well, now, she wants to be fucked." He shook his head in admiration, "And, 
man, is she ever going to get fucked." 

"Look, Stu . . . if anything happens to her, I.. . I.. . " 

"You what, Marie? What are you going to do? Tell your old man that you ate 
her pussy and broke her cherry with a rubber cock?" 

The older woman glanced nervously toward the girl. Sandy was oblivious to 
the entire conversation. She was too busy displaying her nakedly sensual 
body to the men . . . too busy running her hands up her thighs and cupping 
her lushly ripened breasts up in the palm of her hand for all to see. 

For a second, the brunette looked as if she were going to protest further, 
then shuddering, she turned back to the pickup and slammed the door. 

"Me and the boys will be paying you a visit real soon, Marie," Stu called 
out. "We got a little something for you." 

Her face white with anger and fear, Sam Jansen's wife wheeled the truck out 
of the yard and headed toward Medoc. 

Sandy watched her go and then put her arm through Stu's. She shivered in 
anticipation. "I'm glad we're going to have a party," she said. 

"So am I, and so are the boys here. They're even furnishing the mountain 
dew," he added as they started walking toward the three men who had turned 
back to the ramshackle cabin where they lived. 

One of the men, a tough looking bearded giant turned and laughed, staring at 
the good looking girl who wanted to get fucked. He grinned and said, "You 
really gonna fuck us all at the same time?" 

Sandy nodded and licked her lips in obscene hunger, and the three men 
laughed again. One said to no one in particular, "That's her bag, I guess!" 

Almost immediately, it seemed, another half dozen or so males appeared from 
nowhere and crowded around the half-dressed Sandy. 

Stu shook his head and grinned, "Man . . . this is going to be one helluva 
party!" It was best he didn't explain to the young blonde girl what was 
going to happen to her, but what the hell, she had asked for it. Calling him 
at his house like that, begging him to meet her and Marie Jansen and have 
another party. He snorted as he thought of her even thinking these men 
needed her. They had more women than they knew what to do with, and any of 
their broads some of them hookers, even would do anything they wanted. 
Except for this one thing! They wouldn't put on a show with a dog! Even if 
it was the camp's beloved German shepherd, Slade. Stu smiled from the 
knowledge that this hot little bitch would enjoy it once it got started, and 
she wouldn't be able to stop if after getting a load of rot-gut whiskey. The 
young boy felt his erection growing just thinking about her kneeling on her 
hands and knees, her long blonde hair flailing from side to side, humping 
back at the big German shepherd as he hammered his long animal cock up into 
her tight little cunt. 

In the shack, they all began drinking from the same jug of mountain dew, 
passing it to Sandy while she followed it with her eyes. She shivered with 
anticipation at what the men would do to her. Already her vagina was wetly 
tingling with a lewd desire as she accepted the jug and drank deeply, 
choking on the strangling liquid. She wanted to get drunk again tonight, so 
drunk she didn't give a damn about anything except fucking and being fucked. 
She looked around her, thinking how exciting she must look. A good looking 
blonde, and a lady at that, surrounded by these tough crude-looking farm 
workers and lumberjacks. 

Hard rock music boomed from a radio turned on to full volume, and one had to 
yell in order to be heard. They were all shouting at Sandy as they made a 
circle around her. She grinned and wiggled her hips as the alcohol began 
taking effect. A second later, swaying unsteadily, she sat down on an old 
chaise lounge that was dirty and rumpled, a faded cover spread over it. 

The drunk young blonde looked up to see a monstrous dog straining at his 
leash as he was led into the room, his massive muscles bulging with each 
step. It was the biggest German shepherd that Sandy had ever seen. He 
lowered his head and bulled his way forward, stopping in front of the 
wide-eyed teacher. As the men chortled, he sniffed her feet, then lifted his 
head up between her naked thighs and stuck his wet nose tight against her 
hair-covered pussy. He nuzzled against her, burrowing it in the sparsely 
curling hair, sniffing as though he'd found a rabbit. 

"Oh . . . no . . . " Sandy whimpered. She jerked back and tried to push him 
away as she slithered back on the couch. The two farm workers holding the 
leash, gradually inched the huge beast back a few steps. It seemed the dog 
only took orders from the leader who was called Morgan! He was the shaggy 
bearded man who had talked to Stu earlier. Now he commanded the dog to sit, 
and then turning to Sandy he told her to take her clothes off and lie down 
on the sofa. 

Sandy did as she was told, willing stripping the loose gown from her body 
and wantonly dropping it to the floor. 

She wanted to show them her beautiful body! Show them how desirable she was! 
The element of being able to control all these men with her sensual powers 
drove the young blonde to a powerful level of desire and she fairly throbbed 
with passion as she looked around the circle at the excited males. 

As the men gathered in around her, the dog bared its teeth with a deep growl 
and began straining at the leash. Despite the fact that the rot-gut whiskey 
was already taking effect, Sandy was frightened of the huge animal and tried 
to not look at it. She didn't want him to get near her again. 

She turned her alcohol-deadened attention back to her body, thrilling to the 
excitement that pulsed upward from her warmly pulsating loins as she saw the 
men staring at her youthfully up-thrust breasts. They really were nice! She 
proudly displayed them, her nipples pointed hard and begging to be touched. 

She saw Stu standing at the back of the circle and with both hands caressing 
her soft twin mounds, she offered her body to him. God, she wanted to suck 
him off in front of these strange men. 

Her hips writhed wantonly as the faces pushed closer and hands reached out 
to caress her soft satiny skin. She thought of herself lying down on the 
lounge under a mountain of hard slender cocks and being fucked in every 
orifice she had! Her naked body shivered with lewd delight as she pulled her 
hands away from her breasts and lowered them to the blonde pussy hair at the 
apex between her thighs. 

She slid her fingers across the slightly spread slit of her vagina and with 
a cool sophisticated look, she grinned in satisfaction at the hot-eyed males 
staring down at her. 

Suddenly, she heard the men laughing conspiratorially as they pulled back 
into a circle around the couch. She saw that Stu had moved up beside Taurus 
where he stood smirking with satisfaction. She saw the German shepherd jump 
toward her nakedly displayed body, and she jerked back in shock, her legs 
flailing in fear as she tried to move further away. 

At the same time, someone seized her legs and arms, pinning her to the worn 
faded couch, forcing her to lie on her back. Hands were grabbing at her 
knees, pulling them wide apart, and Sandy shivered and closed her eyes in 
wanton anticipation of the grand fucking she was going to get from all these 
men. She would do anything they asked. She wanted to be humiliated, 
tortured, and fucked to death once and for all time. Her legs were being 
forced wider, splitting open her thighs and forcing her pussy so wide that 
the wetly glistening folds of her vaginal lips were gaping in front of the 
staring circle of eyes. They were bending her knees, forcing her hips up and 
her naked ass-cheeks high in the air. They had her thighs so wide apart that 
even her tiny puckering anus could be clearly seen, nestled invitingly down 
between her fleshy buttocks. 

She wiggled her hips and her head tossed back and forth. This was what she 
loved! Now that she knew what it was all about, one man a night would never 
be enough for her again. 

She felt something hot nudging at her nakedly throbbing cunt, and she let 
out a gasp of lust as she punched her hips up in rotating little circles. A 
wet tongue sliced through her moistly heated vagina and it drove her wild 
with a lewd thrill that seemed to never end. It was such a marvelous tongue 
she had to see the man . . . or woman it belonged to. 

She let out a blood curdling scream but it went unheard, drowned out by the 
deafening music that was pouring from the speakers. Sandy screamed again and 
struggled to get away from the monstrous dog crouched between her widespread 
thighs, its wet muzzle sniffing over her cunt and his long hot tongue 
endlessly flicking at her sensitive clitoris as it slid back and forth 
between the throbbing lips of her hair-lined pussy slit. In spite of her 
terror, wild spasms of ecstasy were rippling through the young school 
teacher's body as she fought to escape the tantalizing licking of the big 
dog. 

She hadn't thought of an obscene thing like this and she didn't want any 
part of an animal. She pleaded with the men to take the dog away and let her 
fuck all of them. But no one heard her, all they could hear was the lewd 
rhythmic beat of hard rock music that seemed to accentuate the obscene 
movement of the big dog's tongue as it licked back and forth through the 
quivering flesh of her wide-split pussy. 

Sandy was screaming as she stared down between her nakedly dancing breasts 
at the animal who was fucking his tongue deep up inside her fevered cunt 
now. She jerked her hips vainly down under the torturous swirls, and when 
she couldn't escape it as her own lewd hunger her head fell back and her 
mouth opened wide. The dog, Slade, was burrowing his long pink tongue deeper 
into her hotly throbbing cunt than any human could ever do. The farm workers 
crowding around watched in merciless delight as the young girl's lips 
pleaded for help for a couple of minutes and then twisted with a sudden 
thrill as the animal growled and impaled her body on his long darting 
tongue. There was a momentary pause in her movements, then as suddenly as 
they had begun, the struggles to escape turned to obscene hip gyrations as 
the dog crouched lower between her naked thighs, his body tense, his tail 
wagging excitedly, his long hot tongue snaking in and out of her wetly 
willing cunt. 

While the German shepherd slobbered and licked Sandy's writhing pussy slit, 
two leering men stepped up to the animal's forepaws and tied rags around 
them so his toe nails wouldn't cut into her defenseless body. 

Sandy now had both arms free, and she cupped her own buttocks thrusting them 
up, splaying them wider apart for the hungrily slashing tongue as it slid 
back and forth over her tight little anus and then back up to thrust deep 
into her wetly churning vagina. God, this was the best yet. But she had to 
have more or she'd go crazy! 

The two men pulled Slade back, and the animal bared his big teeth in a sound 
of frustration as he fought against the pull of the leash. Abruptly, the men 
seized the young school teacher again and turned her over on her face. She 
knew instinctively what lewd perversion they wanted her to do and she knelt 
on her knees, voluntarily placing her knees as wide apart as they would go. 
Her face was pressed into the dirty chaise and the firmness of her ripe 
young breasts crushed into the rough material. 

Her ass-cheeks and pussy were thrust defenselessly up into the face of the 
huge dog who sniffed and nibbled at her tightly puckered anus, causing her 
eyelids to flutter with obscene lust. She shoved her nakedly trembling 
buttocks up higher in a lewd eagerness behind her and, reaching down, she 
spread her cuntal lips even wider, allowing the animal's long rapier-like 
tongue to lick all over her hair-lined furrow. 

They were helping the dog up on her now and she was impatiently reaching 
between her naked legs, trying to find his hardened animal cock so she could 
guide it to her hot pulsating pussy. 

This was the ultimate for Sandy, the final degradation. She was kneeling 
subserviently in front of the frenzied beast with a lust-filled crowd of 
total strangers waiting excitedly for this huge dog-penis to plunge into her 
tortured vaginal opening. Her drunken mind was past caring about anything 
except sexual satisfaction now. She wanted this perverted fucking to begin! 

Down between her naked thighs, she felt the dog's pulsing scarlet cock, 
long, hard, and slippery as she circled it with the fingers of her right 
hand. Slowly she guided it toward her grinding loins as she felt the moistly 
heated shaft swelling in her hand. 

"Oh God! Ooohrmhhhrihhhh," she moaned as the sharp tip snapped forward and 
tried to penetrate her tightly puckered rectum. She held her breath a 
moment, wanting to be impaled on the obscene animal penis. So shamelessly 
aroused was she that the girl was tempted to ignore the pain and let him 
tear her rectal opening apart with his monstrous rod of flesh. But she 
wanted it inside her hungrily throbbing vagina first. . . before she went 
crazy with lust. She reached back again and pressed the tip of the dog's 
long hard cock down into her hotly quivering cunt, the liquid moistness of 
her vaginal passage enclosing it inside her tight little hole. 

The dog's paws were locked around her naked hips, his hairy loins jammed 
hard up into the open crevice of her buttocks, and he began to fuck in 
animal abandon, hard and fast into her lewdly writhing loins. Inch after 
inch of hard animal cock was hammered up into her belly. The lust-tortured 
girl felt herself getting the fucking of her life, and knew that this 
wonderful dog wouldn't stop until he had filled her tightly clasping cunt 
with his hot wild sperm. She, too, would cum . . . and cum like she had 
never done before. 

She fought for sanity as the overpowering sensations filled her nakedly 
lurching body, shoving back against the German shepherd's wildly fucking 
cock, but her alcohol-drugged mind would not clear. And then, suddenly she 
felt the monstrous animal spewing his hot thick cum deep up inside her 
tightly milking pussy. The dog's nostrils flared, he whined, and humped 
forward inside her as far as he could go. The force of the powerful 
explosion of animal sperm slammed against the walls of her womb and filled 
her until there was no more room left. 

"Oh shit! Oh damn! Fuck it! Fuck it," she panted mindlessly beneath the huge 
dog, feeling the fiery jets of his semen flowing down her legs as he 
continued to spew forth his animal cum. 

At the same time, she felt the tightly clasping muscles of her vagina twitch 
and spasm, the walls of her throbbing pussy opened wide and gushed forth her 
own orgasm in warm buttery liquid all around the jerking dog cock. 

"Ooohhhhhhhhh Goddddddd!" her mind was a wanton cauldron of lust as she 
locked her vaginal muscles tighter around the hardness, sucking it dry and 
clean. 

And after that it was finished. As she felt the limp deflated cock slip from 
her flooded cunt, she moaned in protest and collapsed down onto the lounge. 

"Goddamn, did you see that bitch fucking like an animal?" she heard a 
lust-contorted voice whisper. "She took every inch of that dog cock!" 

"Man, I'm getting me some of that pussy, too!" 

Sandy smiled a lazy smile and rolled over on her back. Her knees lifted 
automatically and her thighs fell obscenely apart, offering herself to the 
male behind the voice. 

"Do it to me," she said drunkenly. "Fuck me like a dog!" 

She felt the male body over her, his thick hardened penis impaling her naked 
young cunt, the animal semen squirting out around it. Her hips heaved up to 
meet the man's plunging shaft and she groaned uncaringly. Her moan of 
delight sounded too loud! The music had stopped! What was wrong? 

She turned her head and everyone was staring open-mouthed at the entrance to 
the shack. No one moved as Judge Wagner stepped into the room with a 
shotgun. No one in his right mind would even have breathed with the look 
that contorted the judge's face as he threateningly waved the weapon at the 
group of shocked people. Stu's mouth was open and his eyes rolled back in 
his head as his alcohol sodden mind recognized his father and knew he was 
gonna get the hell beat out of him before the night was over. 

Then Sandy was giggling hysterically, sobbing and hiccupping drunkenly at 
the same time. "Your honor," she slurred, "you'll never believe this . . . 
but when I came to . . . your lovely town . . . a week ago, I was a . . . 
virgin . . . " 

She was still weeping hysterically an hour later when the hospital doctor 
pumped her full of sedatives and waited until she went to sleep . . . 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

A year later Sandy Miller was not identifiable to anyone who had known her 
in Oregon. She still had a good body but it was hidden under ill-fitting 
clothes and her lovely blonde hair was short and straight. She wore 
flat-heeled shoes and thick glasses. She was married to a gas station 
attendant, and they had very little money to live on. 

For extra money they became a foster home for young children who needed a 
family, and her husband Jed Smith thought she was a good wife. 

She'd met Jed after deciding to go to Nebraska where no one knew her. She 
never talked to him about her past and he never asked her anything after the 
first time. She'd become hysterical and he'd known that whatever had 
happened should stay hidden away in her deep dark past. 

Besides, she did everything he wanted her to do, and never made demands on 
him in bed. She let him do anything he wanted to her, and never complained. 

They always had at least two teenage boys living with them, sometimes more, 
and that was when Sandy was the happiest. She loved those kids and took care 
of them like their own mother would have done, and she never left them 
alone. If she had to go to the store, or help Jed out at the gas station, 
she always left Jumper, their Saint Bernard dog to protect them. And he 
always did, instinctively knowing that he would get his reward if he did as 
she told him. 


THE END
