BTL-158  Susan Lee Adventuress
(Paul Conroy)


FOREWORD 

When an attractive girl becomes a teacher, many complications can arise. 
Such was the case with the beautiful blonde teacher, Susan Lee. 

Miss Lee had always felt free to wear styles that showed her body off to 
good advantage.. But, when it came to considering the impact of her sexual 
appeal upon her young students, this was one thing she didn't quite 
understand. 

The real problem which changed her future, took place when the Principal 
assigned her to head the Drama Department at Le Grady High. She decided to 
put on a Roman play, and when her young students outfitted themselves in 
Roman togas-one student failed to wear any shorts underneath. In the privacy 
of a backstage dressing room, he revealed his secret and at the same time 
successfully seduced his teacher. 

From here on in, problems developed. His brother wanted to share the sexual 
action, when he confided this knowledge to him. Now, she was in terrible 
trouble, for she was virtually a sex slave of a student. 

An old girl friend visited her, and when the girl friend found out what was 
happening, she asked if she could join the party, and help out. 

All this led to Miss Lee's downfall. For when she allowed students the 
freedom to write about their sexual experiences in her class, the parents 
were informed of this assignment. 

Phone calls to the Principal's alert secretary, Miss Worthington brought the 
entire matter out into the open, and soon she was being spied upon. 

No amount of force on the part of her administrators could make Miss Lee 
listen to reason, for she had gone too far in her tangled, chaotic life to 
reorganize where her freedom trail was leading. If she had any idea how it 
would all end, she never would have started having sex with her seventeen 
year old student in that backstage dressing room, on a very hot fall day. 

-The Publishers 


CHAPTER ONE 

Susan Lee reached down to pull the covers back on the bed. Her shaggy dog 
Teddie always liked to rouse her in the morning this way, just about the 
time the alarm clock was set to ring. It bothered her, but she knew enough 
not to complain because he always timed it so well she had to get up anyway. 
This morning, she didn't exactly look forward to, as it marked the end of a 
summer vacation. She had enjoyed Mexico City, Acapulco, and hated to return 
to her teaching post at La Gray High School. However, she knew she couldn't 
enjoy such fun-filled vacations unless she worked to earn them. 

So, she decided to quit resenting the demands work made upon her, and get 
going. Turning the coffee on was the first step, and giving Teddy his much 
sought after breakfast the second. Then, she shed her nightie, and stepped 
naked into the shower. The alternating hot and cold water brought her back 
to life swiftly, and as she looked at her supple, youthful body, with the 
firm, taut breasts, and glanced down at her blonde thatch, she smiled. She 
always had a good opinion of herself, having been voted number one in 
popularity contests in high school, and in college she was picked as the 
girl most wanted if marooned on an island. Her blue, innocent eyes, and her 
long blonde hair, gave her an angelic look, Yet, within her, burned some 
pretty devilish sexual fires, and she'd kept quite a few young men happy at 
college. 

She dressed quickly and hurried off to her teaching assignment. She was 
teaching English, but when she walked into the front office on opening day 
of school, she got a big surprise. 

"Miss Lee," Principal Keel called out to her. She turned and he motioned for 
her to come into his office. 

"Sit down," he smiled, pulling up a chair near his desk. And then he 
continued, "Miss Lee, we've had a big disappointment. Mary Jane Cooper, 
whose been with our Drama Department for fourteen years has resigned, and 
that leaves us with a vacancy-" 

Immediately, Miss Lee leaned forward. She had majored in Drama, and taken a 
minor in English, but when no teaching posts became available in the field 
of her first choice, she went back, and studied some more English, 
qualifying herself to continue in the English field. But Drama was her first 
love. 

"Oh, that's wonderful-you mean I can have my Drama Class at last-" 

"Yes," the Principal smiled, "And from the work you did assisting Miss 
Cooper I think we can expect great things from you, and our Drama Department 
this year." 

"I'll do my best," Susan Lee smiled, and then the shrill opening bell 
sounded. 

"Oh, I must get to my class-" 

"Yes, of course," the Principal acknowledged, "But remember from now on your 
last two classes of the day will be in Drama." 

"Don't worry, I won't forget-and thank you, thank you ever so much!" 

She hurried out of the office, down the hall, around a corner and up a 
flight of stairs. Then, she noticed some of her students clustering around 
the door, talking, joking, and generally acting as if school hadn't begun. 
However, when she hurried by, they quickly stopped talking and went 
obediently into the classroom. 

"The day has begun," she said in clipped, sharp tones, "whether or not some 
of you realize it-" 

The students quieted, and together they took the flag pledge, and then she 
went into the class-work with new-found zeal and zest, having been made 
extremely happy over the prospect of getting to do something she liked in 
Drama. Every break she had during the day she utilized to look at her 
collection of drama books in the corner cabinet. Finally, she looked at one 
play that particularly intrigued her. It was a modern day version of an old 
Roman comedy, "The Roman Scandals", and she thought it would be a delightful 
comedy caper for the kids to put on. So, she hurriedly glanced at the play 
between classes, and finally it was the next to the last class of the day. 
She went to the Mul-ti-Purpose Room where the Drama group met to pick the 
play they would put on in the school auditorium. The fifteen eager young 
students were there, anxious to participate in the production. When she saw 
that there were nine tall, good looking young male students and six female 
students, she thought she had the makings of the "Roman Scandals" comedy. 

"Class," she began, "We will have a wonderful school year I know-and I'm so 
happy to be selected as your teacher to put on the shows. I'm Miss Lee, and 
you can each introduce yourselves." The boys and the girls promptly 
introduced themselves. And then the readings for the parts began. They 
hadn't finished before the bell rang and another class marched in. Then, the 
entire procedure was repeated. Finally, Miss Lee had her notes on each 
student's reading and what parts she felt they fitted best. Jerry Winters 
seemed like the natural for the lead, and Merilee Clark could read her lines 
so well, she seemed like the leading lady. 

After a couple of days, Miss Lee announced her choices. Jerry Winters 
thought he had the inside track and when Miss Lee announced, "For leading 
man, I've chosen Jerry Winters," he nearly jumped out of his seat with 
delight. Then, everyone quieted to hear who was going to play the leading 
lady. And, when the announcement came, "Merilee Clark," nobody was 
surprised, as Merilee was indeed a shapely, comely young woman that fitted 
the description of the character in the "Roman Scandals" cast suggestion 
page. 

"Now," Miss Lee continued, "Here are the other choices." She listed the 
other choices for the various lesser characters in the Roman revival comedy. 

"We'll begin with individual tutoring," she explained. "I like to work 
individually, and then with the class as a unit. You can stay in the 
Multi-Purpose Room with the Student Teacher, during my special tutoring 
alone with the leads in the main auditorium. Alright, I'll begin with Jerry 
and Merilee," she smiled. "We'll go to the auditorium now and start right 
away." 

Both of them joined the teacher and went to the auditorium, and Miss Lee 
explained, "You'll need costumes for the final dress rehearsal, and these 
will be supplied by the Le Grady High School Drama Fund. However, during our 
daily rehearsals, I must ask you to bring your own costumes. You can wear 
simple sheets for this Roman show. For example, Merilee, the women used to 
wear a draped costume, dropping from the shoulder. And, the men will wear 
Roman Togas." 

"What's a toga, Teacher?" Jerry Winters asked. 

"Oh, don't you know what that is, silly," Merilee Clark teased him. 

"Remember, we all haven't been to as many plays as the next person," Miss 
Lee reminded her, stopping her cutting humor off quickly. 

"Didn't you see 'A Funny Thing Happened On the Way to the Forum'? " Merilee 
continued her derision. "It was a panic!" 

"It was a comical movie and stage play," Miss Lee acknowledged, "and I'm 
quite sure Jerry hasn't seen some of the movies you like." 

"That's right," Jerry enthused, "Tell me, have you seen Evel Kneivel?" 

"No," Merilee admitted. 

"So," Jerry smiled, feeling he'd triumphed over her for one brief moment. 

"Well," Miss Lee interjected, "We're not getting to rehearsing our lines. 
Jerry, a Roman toga is a simple wrap around garment. You can use a small 
portion of a sheet, draped over one shoulder and going down on your legs 
like white shorts, only it is one piece and hangs." 

"I read you," he smiled. 

The teacher and her two students got a chance to practice a few pages of the 
dialogue, and then the bell rang. 

"Time flies so fast-we'd just begun," Miss Lee sighed, "Well, tomorrow, I'll 
work with Jerry alone-and wear your toga." 

"And when do you teach me how to act my role?" 

"The very next day," Miss Lee smiled, "I think you will both do wonderful 
work in your respective roles, and we'll work toward a smash hit. Our high 
school could use one." 

"You can say that again," Merilee commented, "Our Drama Department has gone 
to pot lately, and I almost didn't take it this year-but I'm glad I did." 

"Me too," Jerry said, "I like a friendly teacher who tries to communicate-" 

"That, I try," Miss Lee laughed, "So long kids." They both hurried out the 
door, and she remained a moment at the rear of the auditorium. She glanced 
at the spotlights illuminating two circles of white light oh a darkened 
stage. And then, she imagined what it would be like to see her two lead 
students performing. There they were, dressed in Roman costumes, and 
throwing out their comedy lines, with the kids laughing and applauding. The 
second bell told her it was time to stop dreaming, and go to work to make 
the dream a reality. Going back to her classroom, she picked up her teaching 
materials, and hurried downstairs. The Principal saw her, and called her 
over to him. 

"How goes it?" he asked. 

"So far, very good. The students are remarkably cooperative and I think we 
will succeed in having a hit this year." 

"Well, I do too," the Principal enthused, "We've got a friendly teacher in 
you, Miss Lee 

-and that always helps spark enthusiasm with students. 

"That is the second time I heard that today," she laughed, "So I guess it is 
true, well, I try 

"Good for you-by the way-what's the name of your play you picked?" 

" The Roman Scandals,' " she laughed. 

"Very good," he nodded, and then she smiled, "Thank you!" and went on her 
way. 

That night she did her blocking of the scenes. And the next day, she was 
completely prepared to tackle the show. When the hour came for the Drama 
Class to meet, everyone but Jerry Winters went to the Multi-Purpose Room to 
read lines with the aid of the student teacher, while Miss Lee directed her 
one student in the scenes she'd blocked out the night before. She went to 
the auditorium, going backstage immediately to turn the single spot she 
wanted on the stage. Then, she noticed Jerry on stage in his clothes. 

"Jerry-where's your Roman toga?" she demanded, "I told you to come to class 
today in costume-" 

"Oh, I forgot, Teach-I left it in my locker." 

"Go and get it," she insisted, "It'll make the scene so much more real if 
you wear your costume. It gives mood." 

"Alright," Jerry said sullenly, as he walked out of the auditorium and up 
two flights of stairs to where his locker was located. Then, he came back to 
rehearsal, and asked the teacher, "Where do I change into my costume?" 

"You have all those dressing rooms over there," she told him, pointing to a 
row of marked rooms. 

"Which one?" 

"Choose anyone you want to," she told him. 

Jerry chose a dressing room, went in and when he came out was dressed in a 
short-short, white Roman toga. The teacher looked at him as he walked to 
center stage and noticed what a muscular, handsome youth seventeen year old 
Jerry really was. 

"Well, don't you look nice," she laughed, "Just like an old Roman." Then, 
Jerry began acting out his role. 

"In Rome," he began, "We do things our way! We play all night and sleep all 
day-" 

All at once, the toga fell to the floor and Jerry stood there stark naked. 
His huge penis hung flaccid between his legs, and his face became beet red 
with embarrassment. 

"I'm sorry, Teach," he said, "I don't know how to put this sheet on so it 
won't slide off-" 

"Oh, dear god," she groaned, "I'll help you. But really you should wear 
shorts-" 

Together, they hurried back to the dressing room, and as she walked behind 
him, she observed his wide, broad shoulders, his trim waist, and the firm, 
round buttocks. His muscles seemed to ripple as he walked, and she found 
herself strangely fascinated by this seventeen year old young man. She was 
only twenty five herself, and the eight years between them seemed so 
unimportant when it came to physical attraction. She tried to tell herself, 
that it was absurd to think of any physical attraction between herself and a 
student, and keeping that in mind she went into the dressing room. 

"You put it on me," Jerry said, leaning naked against the make-up table. She 
glanced down at his genitals, and saw his blonde penis, suddenly swelling. 
The curly, blonde pubic hair which framed his testicles, and his penis 
glistened under the light of the make-up table. A waft of blonde hair fell 
on one side of his face, and his eyes remained unexpressive and cool. She 
put the Roman toga up around one shoulder, and began to drape it around his 
genitals when she saw him suddenly start to harden. 

"You're going to have to do something about that," she complained, "You 
can't be in this show without wearing any shorts." 

"I'm sorry," he said, "I don't like those tight fitting shorts-my old prick 
gets hard and it becomes all tangled up in them." 

"That's just too bad," Miss Lee said evenly. 

Then, she observed a trace of a smile forming on his face. And, she said, 
"If you keep making it longer-you'll never be able to cover it with this 
short sheet." 

"I know one way," he grinned, "I can jerk it off, and it'll go down then and 
stay in place." 

"Shall I wait while you take a jack-offing break?" 

"You don't have to wait," he smiled, "You can pull my meat for me." 

"And what if I refuse?" 

"You won't," he said confidently. 

"I'm not attracted to you in the least, young man," she said testily, "So, 
forget it."' 

Maybe Miss Lee wasn't attracted to Jerry, but he was totally turned on with 
her. His arms swept around her, and she felt his rock-hard cock pressing 
against her. 

"Why don't we knock off a piece?" he said tightly. "You'd be a wild fuck-" 

"How dare you talk that way to me?" she demanded. 

"You want it just as bad as I do," the young student told the teacher, whose 
face was reddening more with each passing moment. 

All of a sudden a compulsion to feel his young prick seized her and she 
reached down to touch it. Jerry knew he had her right where he wanted her 
then. 

"Why don't you blow me, Teach?" he said huskily, hoping she'd suck him off. 

"I-I wouldn't think of it," she snapped, but Jerry didn't listen to her 
words. Instead, he brought his lips down on her lips, crushing her into 
silence. Then, her mouth opened and their tongues found each other. Jerry 
reached back and locked the dressing room door. Now, he was ready. 

"Go ahead, Teach-get on your knees and eat my prick!" 

The idea of anyone talking to her like this fascinated her. She didn't like 
men who were weak and timid, and this hot-blooded young student impressed 
her with his force, and with his demands. 

"Alright," she said quietly, and she let herself go, dropping on her knees. 
And then she pulled his swollen penis to her lips and slowly started sucking 
on him. 

"Yes, yes, that's how I like it," he smiled as he saw her start to suck his 
joint. She let him thrust all the way in and it reached to the back of her 
throat. The excitement built as he savagely slid it down her throat, gripped 
her head and demanded, "Teacher, suck me-suck my cock. Yes, yes, suck me!" 
Miss Lee had been a good cocksucker in college, having attended a few 
orgies, and delighted in entertaining a group of men with her cocksucking 
expertise. But, since coming to her teaching post, she'd been so laden down 
with work, she almost forgot about sex. That was until she saw the handsome, 
virile, naked body of her young student. 

"How about that, Teach?" Jerry said tightly. "Doesn't it taste good-that's 
it-don't stop now. Suck my prick, suck me!" 

With smooth, even sucks, she kept going on him. And his balls bounced on her 
chin. He guided her head, and didn't take his eyes off her one minute. He 
was determined to have his cock sucked off at any cost. 

A drop of cum formed on the head of his penis, and she tasted it, savoring 
it, enjoying it eagerly awaiting the moment when his penis would shoot its 
complete contents into her hot, eager mouth. 

"Suck it," he demanded, "Suck that prick. Ohhh, Teacher-now, you're doing it 
just fine." 

At this point, she allowed her lower lip to drag to bring him the most 
pleasure possible. 

"Ahhhh, ohhhh, baby, suck my prick! Suck it, suck it off!" 

She liked the sweet odor of his loins, and enjoyed watching herself sliding 
back and forth on his saliva-slickened penis. 

The only problem sucking on his prick presented to her in reality was that 
it couldn't last forever. So great was the excitement of this moment, she 
wished it could be allowed to last for longer. 

"Now, you're doing it," he blurted, "Ohhh, ahhh, I'm coming-I can't stand 
it-ohhhh, ahhh, eat me, eat me, Teach, eat me up." The hot sperm splashed 
down her throat as she devoured him, and he threw his head from side to 
side, as he held her down over his hot, juicy penis. 

"Get it all out, Teacher-suck the juice out!" 

Miss Lee did as he said. His hot sperm appealed to her so much, she sucked 
all of him out, and then she slowly eased off him, and stood up. When her 
eyes met his eyes, she suddenly burst into tears, realizing what she'd done. 
In that one moment of sexual ecstasy, she might have destroyed everything 
she'd built up through the long years of her education-and this tormented 
her now, she'd had the satisfaction of being fed her student's hot sperm 
load. 

"I-I'm sorry," she whimpered. 

But, her virile, young student wouldn't listen. His arms went around her, 
and he stood there naked, pulling her to him. 

"You don't have a thing in the world to be sorry about," he said quickly. 
"You really don't!" 

Then, he kissed her again, and when they heard footsteps, they pulled apart. 

"Get your pants on in a hurry," she told him nervously. Quickly, Jerry slid 
into his pants, got his shoes on and put on a shirt. 

Then, he buttoned up the shirt, and she opened the door, and stepped out. 

The janitor walked by, and said, "I guess you had that one locked-I just 
wanted to clean up." 

"Oh, I didn't notice," she covered quickly, and walked out of the 
auditorium, and back down the hall. When she'd collected her thoughts a few 
moments later in her classroom, she realized she had a rehearsal with the 
four Roman soldiers, and she hoped there wouldn't be any more problems such 
as Jerry posed. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

She hurried to the rehearsal, and everything went along fine. The four young 
men wore their Roman togas, but had them modestly covering their privates, 
and there was no trace of nudity under the togas. It was almost impossible 
for her to keep her mind on the rehearsal as she kept thinking of her sex 
session with Jerry. All he needed to do was open his mouth to one person, 
and she'd be shot down the tubes so fast it would make her head swim. 

Finally, she collected herself, and as she walked out the office door that 
night she felt fine until the Principal called out to her. 

"How are you coming with the play?" he smiled genially. 

"Just fine," she replied. "Just fine!" 

"That's nice," he nodded, "Keep up the good work!" 

"Right," she replied, a nervous twitch coming to her face, as she imagined 
what he would think of her if he ever caught her carrying on with one of her 
young students. 

That night, she hadn't been home ten minutes when her boyfriend Dennis 
called up. 

"Hi, Honey," Dennis began, "How about you and me for dinner, tonight?" 

"I've got so much to do-" 

"Well, you've got to eat sometime," he declared. 

"I know, honey-but it takes time to go out and-" 

"Now, knock the excuses off," he laughed, "I want to see you-be ready-I'm 
coming over in half an hour." 

That's all there was to it as far as Dennis was concerned. When he had his 
mind made up that he was going to do something-that was that. This always 
bothered her, as she liked to be in charge of her own life, and Dennis was 
forever making it impossible. He'd come from a well-to-do family, and they'd 
put him up in the financing business. So, he had a good life, and could 
offer her all the monetary benefits of a good marriage. But, one thing was 
wrong. Dennis wanted to dominate her, and this she completely resented. He 
liked to pick her associates, decide upon her clothes, and even dictate 
where they'd live if they tied the marital knot. But, there was one thing 
she did like about him-he was an expert love maker. Whenever he balled her, 
she finished on the satisfied line. And that was a lot more than she could 
say for some of the college flunkies she'd fucked around with. Most of them 
wanted to get their rocks off, and didn't know anything about how to please 
a woman. Dennis had almost made a science of it. 

She glanced at the cock. Thinking about all these things wasn't getting her 
ready for his arrival. So, she decided the best thing to do was get on the 
ball, and prepare for him. She slipped out of her dress she had worn all day 
at school and put on a blue slack suit. It always went well with her blonde 
hair, and blue eyes and fair skin. She turned around, examining herself in 
the mirror, and she smiled an approving smile as she heard the doorbell 
ring. Dennis was here already. 

Going to the door, she opened it, and brown-haired, brown eyed Dennis smiled 
his greeting, "Hi, beautiful!" 

"Hi," she smiled, "Here's hoping you're all ready to go out-Wow! You look 
good enough to eat yourself." 

"Thanks," she smiled, and turning around, said, "We might as well go out-all 
I see around here is homework and I'm so tired of correcting those horrible 
English papers." 

"Teaching isn't much fun, is it?" he asked, "You'd be better off married to 
me, wouldn't you?" 

"Would I?" she asked, with a sly smile, "Then, you'd become my boss, 
wouldn't you." 

"I'd like that assignment," he grinned, his eyes flashing as he gave a quick 
once over of her breasts. 

"It's too early for that!" she chuckled. "You were taking me out to dinner." 

"Yes, I was-wasn't I?" 

Then, the two of them left and he asked her as they drove down the 
tree-shaded boulevard where she'd like to go. 

"Oh, just a place where we can have a drink, and relax," she said, "I-I'm 
exhausted." 

"You've been so quiet, I knew something was bugging you," Dennis said 
quickly, "It's that goddam teaching. Why don't you quit and marry me?" 

"Maybe I will," Susan smiled. And to herself she thought of what an easy 
escape it might be to quit her teaching post, get married and never have to 
think of her student Jerry whom she'd had sex with a few scant hours 
previously. 

"That's the way I like to hear you talk," Dennis declared, reaching over and 
patting her thigh. "You know, baby, I like you better in mini-skirts than 
slacks." 

"Oh, I figured you would," she chuckled. "You have always been so anxious to 
look at it-" 

"Mentioning look at it-why don't you let me photograph you in the nude." 

"Out of the question," she snapped, "I don't believe in posing in the buff." 

"Why not? You're beautiful in the buff!" 

"I'll tell you why, if you must know," she snapped, "When you are a teacher, 
there are certain restrictions that must be placed on your conduct. If the 
Principal thought I'd do a thing like that, she'd probably want to can me." 

"That would be nice," Dennis chuckled, pulling into the parking lot of the 
Mogambo Club Restaurant. 

They let the parking attendant park the car, and they both went into the 
darkened restaurant. A fireplace was giving its shadow glow over in the 
corner, and a couple of windows overlooked spotlighted gardens. 

"Isn't this a nice place?" Dennis asked, anxious to try to please her 
tonight. 

"Yes, it is," she replied, "I really like a place like this-and now if 
you'll motion that waiter over here so we can get a drink-everything will be 
lollipops and rainbows." 

The waiter responded when he saw Dennis asking him over. 

"Good evening, sir," he began, "How are you tonight?" 

"Just fine," Dennis said, "I guess we'll have a drink first." 

"Yes, of course. What would you like?" he asked, looking at Susan 
questioningly. 

"A double bourbon and seven," Susan smiled. 

"I'll take a scotch and water," Dennis told him. After the drinks had 
relaxed them both, the waiter returned to take their dinner orders. 

"What would you like?" 

"What's that flaming sword dinner they're serving over there?" Susan asked 
him. 

"That is one of the specialties of the house," he explained, "It's out 
flaming shish-kebab, and then of course we have our flaming sword steaks." 

"I'd like shish-kebab," she declared, "how about you?" 

"Sounds good to me too," Dennis declared, and so they both ordered the same 
meal. The food was served a scant ten minutes later, with the flaming sword 
skewers, and the usual waiter dramatics. 

"Mmmmmm, smells so good," Dennis smiled, "We're lucky we came here." 

"Enjoy your dinner," the waiter said, when he'd finished serving the steaks. 
Then, Susan broke down, and said, "I hate teaching! I really do!" 

"Why didn't you say so before?" 

"I was just trying to lie to myself," Susan said, "I wish we had gotten 
married last June." 

"Don't let the month stand between us now," Dennis said eagerly. "Why don't 
you tell the Principal to take the job, and shove it?" 

"That's not the way to handle things," she said, "We've got to do some 
planning in advance. We can't just rush things through like that-we can't!" 

"Honey, I'm so hot I wish we could-" 

"Not tonight, Dennis," she said, looking off and thinking of Jerry, and how 
much she'd enjoyed sucking his male member. He gave a healthier sperm-load 
than the lover she had seated beside her, and it intrigued her just 
imagining what it would be like to share a big bed with him and try 
everything out just once. But, this was a sex trip she should never risk 
taking. It could cost her-everything, and she knew it all too well. 

So, she just waited and when the dinner was over, she drove home without 
saying a word to Dennis, hoping this could put him on the alert, she wasn't 
in the mood for sex with him. 

Finally, when they were back at her pad, she used the ultimate weapon, and 
almost shut the door in his face. 

"Don't treat me like that, baby," he smiled, "You know how much I need you." 

"Do I?" she asked, an impish grin playing around the corners of her lips. 

"Yes, baby-let me in." 

"For five minutes," she declared, "that's all-then I've got to get some 
rest." 

"Right-on," he replied, "Five fuckin' minutes is all I need." 

"Knock it off," Susan snapped, "I said not tonight." 

The fact he was in her apartment was a source of encouragement to Dennis. 
Now he simply had to devise some way of getting her hot to fuck. 

"Baby," he smiled, "What am I going to do about this?" Slowly, he unzipped 
his pants, and reached out and pulled out his tremendous sized dong. He 
stroked it, and then, reached m and pulled his balls out too. He knew she 
enjoyed eating his prick, and he wanted to intrigue her, so much he could 
get his rocks off. 

"Why don't you just suck on it?" 

"Sure, I know you're trick," she said evenly, "I'll blow you for a few 
minutes and then you'll say, 'why don't we do it on the bed?' and then we'll 
be fucking half the night!" 

"What's wrong with that?' Dennis grinned, slowly pulling on his penis, 
getting it bigger and bigger by the moment. She glanced at him, and it was 
indeed true, he was very hot tonight, but it was equally true, she didn't 
feel like becoming involved at all. 

"Why don't you suck on it-please, baby, just a minute or two?" 

"All right, if you can confine it to five sucking minutes," she spit 
furiously. 

"Well, you don't have to get so goddam testy about a little cocksuck!" he 
declared adamantly. 

"Baby," she smiled, "I'm sorry! I really am-but something is bothering me 
tonight-" 

"I've known that all evening," Dennis said, still stroking smoothly on his 
penis. 

And then, she went over and got on the floor between his legs, and bent over 
his lap, grasping his penis in her hand and slowly starting to suck on him. 

"How does that feel?" 

"Keep sucking, dammit," Dennis insisted, "Don't ever put your mouth on me 
and take it off and play games with me!" 

"I'm not playing games with you," she smiled, "I-I'm just not as hot to have 
sex as you are-" 

"Come on, baby, you've got me all worked up now. Finish it off." 

Sensing a power, and feeling a delight, she enjoyed teasing him. Gripping 
his penis tightly in her hand and squeezing, she slowly raised it up, and 
glanced down at his hairy balls which were on display on his deep blue 
pants. Then, she licked the underside of his penis, focusing the tongue 
action around the glans. 

"How does that feel?" she demanded. 

"like more, baby," he smiled, and now she was almost as eager as he was to 
finish him off. Her mouth went back to the head of his penis, and she began 
slowly building up a suction. And then she went up and down the shaft, 
letting him slowly thrust it to her. As the tip of his penis touched the 
back of her throat, the touch excited him so much it made his body quiver in 
excitement. 

"That's it, lover," he smiled, "Keep sucking me just like that. Ohhhh, yes, 
just like that!" 

She went back to sucking on him, and the sensations continued. Then, he 
began running his fingers through her wavy blonde hair, "Oh, baby, eat my 
dong. Eat it, lick it up." 

Her head bobbed up and down rhythmically as she sucked with passionate 
delight. Dennis was always happy when he could get her to go down on him, as 
he knew he could count on her own sex instincts to carry them through to a 
hot, sucking, fucking finish. 

"Play with my balls," he begged her. 

Susan reached down and began fingering his testicles as he continued 
thrusting his thick, pulsating penis into her hot, and eager mouth. 

"Oh, baby, you're driving me up the wall," he exclaimed, "Suck that prick. 
Ohhh, ahhh, suck the juice out of it." And then, he said, "Honey, how about 
going into the bedroom, and doing it on the big bed?" 

Now, he had her, she was so worked up, she wanted to do everything to him, 
suck him all over, love him, play with him, excite him. And she slid her 
mouth off his cock quickly, and exclaimed, "Anything you say, honey-let's 
go!" 

And so, they moved to her bedroom, and both of them tore off their clothes 
in a few moments and got up on the bed. When, he placed a pillow under his 
firm, round butt, she knew what he expected. Spreading his legs, he reached 
down and massaged his own anus, and said, "Sweet baby, will you eat my ass 
out?" She nodded and smiled, "Yes, lover-you do turn me on." 

Dennis was proud of his body, and delighted that he could get her to do 
anything to him. She got on the bed, and started letting her tongue slide 
around his asshole. He liked it so much he gripped his penis and began 
pumping on it. 

"Yes, yes, hot sucker," Dennis declared, gripping his penis tighter and 
pumping faster. 

Dennis had a handsome body, and his blonde hair around his buttocks tasted 
good to her tongue as she stiffened, and thrust it hard up his asshole. 

"Yes, yes, now-now you're doing it right," he gasped in delight, feeling her 
tongue slide up his hot channel. 

She enjoyed the feel of his balls bouncing on her forehead, and she pumped 
his penis methodically, as she continued sucking away at his asshole. 

"Eat it," he begged her, "eat my ass out. Drive your tongue way up there, 
honey." 

She became lost in his hot passion, not caring for anything she felt, 
completely concerned what giving him all the sensations he desired so 
strongly. 

"Oh, baby, I love it when we ball together," he panted in his sexual 
ecstasy, as the powerful sexual desires flooded through his entire being. 
"Suck my ass-suck it, baby, suck it out!" 

Susan could guess from the way Dennis was sweating, and rolling his butt 
around on the bed as she was being his hot tongue-fucker, that he was about 
ready to explode. 

"Eat it," Dennis begged, "Eat my ass out." 

She let her tongue slide up there, and then he blurted, "Ahhh, ohhhh, you 
dirty ass sucker, eat me!" 

Even being demeaned by him excited her imagination, and turned her on. She 
loved to eat his ass out, lick his testicles, and suck his sperm load. 

But, as he wiggled around to a certain pitch, as her tongue continued 
sliding smoothly in and out of him, she decided it might be a good idea to 
grip his penis and start sucking him off before he came in her hand. 

Taking her tongue out quickly, she smiled up at him, "Baby, I'd better take 
care of you fast. You are hot tonight." 

"I told you I was," he said smoothly, "Start blowing me, baby!" 

Susan let her mouth slide down over his penis once more, only this time 
there would be interruptions. She was ready to go down on him and devour it. 

"Oh, baby, that's beautiful," he gasped, as she went down on him, and let 
one finger glide up his asshole, guiding him while he sucked. 

"No, let your lip drag, lover," he begged, "That's it. Ohhh, that's 
sensational. Suck me, suck me, lover, suck me. Ohhh, ahhhh, eat it, eat it, 
I'm coming, I'm coming." 

Reaching down, he held her head over his thrusting dong, and it exploded. 
The hot cum spurted in her mouth and she eagerly tasted him, thoroughly 
enjoying the delicious taste of his sperm load. 

"Eat it, lover, eat it," he begged, and she wouldn't let up, until she'd 
sucked it dry. 

"Oh, that's enough. It tickles now," he protested as she went on sucking. 
"Baby, stop-I'll suck your pussy-stop-you're tickling me." 

Finally, she pulled off and then, she straddled him quickly as her vagina 
was eager to have the feel of his tongue sliding inside her. As she brought 
her blonde vagina tight to his mouth, his tongue whipped out, and he started 
licking at her. 

"Oh, yes, I like you lover," she said excitedly, as his hot tongue steadily 
lashed at her there. 

Then, he thrust inside her, grasping her buttocks, massaging them, kneading 
them as she wiggled her cunt around his invading tongue. Dennis was a 
pussy-man, and frankly liked eating snatch even more than fucking it. 

"Now, you're doing it up brown, baby," she moaned, as her hands grasped his 
head firmly, and held on. "Oh, yes-more! Drive it up there! Ohhh, ahhhhhh!" 

Dennis let his tongue probe inside her, licking the hot walls of her vagina, 
and then he drove it back and forth on her erect clitoris, now and then 
nibbling, and always keeping his tongue in movement. 

"Suck on me," she begged, and her fingernails dug into his scalp as his face 
pressed tightly to her snatch. "Ohhh, that's it, you're driving me crazy, 
Dennis. I love it when you do that. Suck my pussy, suck me, pussy eater. 
Ahhhhhhhh, suck it!" 

Wiggling her butt about, he had to hang on, and thrust his tongue back and 
forth quickly, deciding to make a quick play for her to cum in his mouth at 
any moment. 

"Oh, what a pussy eater you are," she laughed, and her hands ran through his 
hair, as he buried his face in her cunt. 

"Eat my pussy, eat me," she begged him. His tongue lashed her love button, 
flicking faster, and then faster, sending electrical sex thrills up and down 
her tingling spine. 

"Oh, baby, let me ride your tongue," she cried in exultation, as the 
stimulation built to a feverish pitch. Soon his hands shot up, and he 
gripped her breasts, pinching the nipples in his sudden passionate 
excitement. 

"Ohhh, now, now, faster, faster, ahhhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming," she 
groaned in delight, as she gushed in his hungry mouth. Dennis sucked her 
juices in, savoring every bit of it, as he finished his tongue job. Then, 
his hands came down, and he lay back, relaxed. She got off him, and lay 
beside him. 

"Maybe we should get married right away," he suggested, "I hate to keep this 
up-" 

"Keep what up?" she asked softly. 

"You know," he said, "Going home when I could just as well stay here all 
night." 

"You can stay here all night if you want to," she agreed, "but I still want 
to wait a little while before I agree on getting married-try hard to 
understand me, won't you?" 

"I am trying," he said earnestly, "but, baby, you've got to realize when a 
guys horny for a chick he wants to make it legal sometimes-I think that much 
of you! There's nothing wrong with marriage, is there, I hope!" 

"No, of course not," Susan smiled, "It's just that I don't think we should 
rush it." 

"It's not rushing it, considering how long we've been going together," he 
insisted. 

Finally, they both fell asleep, happily exhausted. And the next morning, 
just as the dawn streaked across the gray sky, he turned her toward him and 
started feeling of her breasts. Half asleep, she didn't pay any attention. 
And then he got out of bed and went to the bathroom a moment to urinate. 
Returning, he saw her vagina spread for him, her legs parted invitingly. He 
crawled back in bed, and straddled her and slowly slid his penis into her. 

"Baby, isn't this a nice way to greet a new day?" he whispered, as he looked 
down on her lustfully. Glancing up, she saw him coming toward her with hard, 
driving thrusts. 

"Fuck it, baby," he stammered, as he built his tempo. Now, Susan was 
turned-on, and wide awake. She reached back to grip his buttocks as she 
brought herself toward him. 

"Give it to me, honey," she whispered eagerly, anxious to forget all about 
the problem she'd made for herself in school with the virile, young drama 
student. 

"Baby, that's what I like-you're putting some enthusiasm into it-fuck me, 
lover, fuck me. 

Their two bodies merged, as the sun began shining through the heavily 
curtained window. And they produced a sex rhythm all their own. 

"That's it, grab it with your cunt," Dennis demanded. "Oh, yes, just like 
that, honey." 

Susan knew how to effectively use her vagina muscles. Her exercise kept her 
entire body in a fine muscle tone, and as he thrust his penis into place 
inside her, the excitement built until she couldn't stand it any longer. 

"Oh, baby, fuck me, fuck me good," she cried out, her hands gliding up and 
down his soft back, and then she clutched his buttocks, massaging him, 
feeling of him. 

"You love a good screw just as much as I do," he smiled down at her, "You're 
oversexed, aren't you?" 

"Yes, yes, I am-and I'm glad I'm oversexed, aren't you?" 

"You can bet your sweet ass, I am," he chuckled, as he slid himself in and 
out of her, as she gratefully kissed him on both sides of the face. This 
thrilled him because Dennis had grown bored with women who were cheap 
grinds, who'd fuck anybody who'd pay the price. He wanted a woman who cared 
about him, a woman who dug him this way, and a woman who knew how to become 
enthusiastic when she was getting fucked. Susan was all he'd ever wanted, 
and as he drove himself into her hot hole this morning, her mouth opened, 
and their tongues met. Caught in this torrid moment, the two of them 
Frenched enthusiastically, and as they tongue-fucked each other's face, they 
climaxed together. 

Pulling away, Dennis chuckled, "Right-on baby, grab it! Squeeze the juice 
out of there, honey-ohhh, yes, that's how it's done." 

With enthusiastic movements, Susan's cunt gripped his penis with vise-like 
force, and got him all drained out. Then, slowly, he pulled his penis out of 
her cunt-hole. She held on with her muscles, as if hating to see him leave 
her for a second. 

"Oh, baby, I wish you could leave it in me forever," she whispered, kissing 
his ear affectionately. Then, he eased the head out, and wiped the dripping 
cum off with his own hand. He went into the bathroom, and showered, using 
the shaving material he kept planted in her medicine chest for just such 
occasions. 

After a moment, he came out with a towel wrapped tightly around his waist, 
and then he let it slip off to the floor, and picked up his shorts, and 
stepped into them and pulled them up. He got back on the bed with her for a 
moment. 

"I love you," he whispered, his hand reaching down to massage her vagina for 
a brief moment. 

"And I love you, sweetheart," she smiled, "Maybe the reason we go on loving 
each other is because we aren't married." 

"Maybe that's it," he nodded, "But we ought to give ourselves a 
chance-because I've got a feeling we'd make a beautiful life for each 
other-if we'd only give ourselves a chance at marriage." 

He kissed her lightly on the side of the face, and then got off the bed, got 
dressed, and said, "I'd better run-" 

"Don't you want some coffee?" 

"I don't have the time," he explained as he closed the door and hurried on 
his way to work. Then, she got up, and looked at herself. All this screwing 
and drinking wasn't helping her appearance one bit, but what was really 
taxing her strength was this; she was full of fear and frustration over the 
young man who had seduced her into having sex with him. One word from him to 
anybody, and it would go the grapevine route like lightning. And then, when 
the word was out, her future was sealed-she might as well forget teaching 
and use what little money she'd saved up for a good lawyer to try to clear 
her. But, it wouldn't be easy. 

Perhaps if she could talk to Jerry she could make him understand, she 
thought as she stepped into the shower, and let the water streak down her 
body. Then, she got out, dried off, and dressed. She fixed herself a 
breakfast in the mixer, consisting of milk, two eggs, and some multiple 
vitamins. It saved time, and helped her keep her figure, she reasoned. 

As she came onto the school campus, Jerry would have to walk over to her and 
start talking. 

"Hi, Teach," he smiled knowingly. 

"Good morning, Jerry," she said coldly, hoping this would throw him. 

"When do we get together again?" Jerry demanded tightly. All of a sudden all 
the fears that had plagued her mind descended on her, and the nightmare 
became a reality as the young student zeroed in on her. 

"What are you talking about?" 

"You know damned well what I'm talking about," he snapped tightly, "And you 
better listen to me-" 

Sensing other students were listening, and one student coming closer, the 
frightened, young teacher said crisply, "Oh, yes, that-we can talk about it 
during Drama class-okay?" 

"That's more like it," Jerry said flatly, secretly congratulating himself 
for making her respond as he wanted her to. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Once she'd convinced Jerry she wouldn't cut him off completely, he moved 
away from her. It was a good thing too, because the eagle-eyed secretary to 
the Principal was no more than a front office spy. Miss Worthington never 
did have much in her own life to occupy her, so she kept her eyes open to 
make sure that everyone stayed in line. As she glanced out across the 
campus, she'd observed a little confrontation with Susan Lee, and she 
wondered why the student was so upset over something or rather. It couldn't 
be grades, she figured, as it was much too early in the year for the usual 
temper displays over real or imagined injustices in the grading department. 
Now, why would Jerry Winters be talking to a teacher so long? She scratched 
her head, and wondered some more, as she nodded smugly, when Miss Lee walked 
by. 

Miss Lee noticed this, and realized all too well, she was walking a 
dangerous tightrope, having sex with a student. But, now, she was in the 
predicament, and there was no easy way out. After she picked up her key, and 
a couple of Faculty notices in her Teacher's Box, in the front office, she 
hustled up to her classroom. As usual, the homeroom students were clustered 
around the door, waiting for the school day to begin. 

"Morning, Miss Lee," they chorused jovially, and she tried to smile back to 
them, "Good morning, students." 

No sooner had they walked into the classroom than one student piped up, 
"Hey, Teach-I hear you're doing a comedy about ancient times in Rome-is it 
going to be any good?" 

The very thought of the school Drama Department made her cringe. 

"Well, I hope so. I'm giving it all I've got." 

"That's nice," an old-for-his-age student smiled knowingly, "and Teach 
you've got a lot to give." 

"Is that any way to talk to your teacher?" she demanded, getting more angry 
by the moment. 

"You're not like other teachers," he said smoothly. 

"Oh, I'm not," she smirked, getting still more angry. 

"No, you're good looking," he smiled. She relaxed, as the bell rang, and she 
realized her youthful student was just teaching her. For a flash she thought 
maybe Jerry Winters had done some talking around. Once, she regained her 
composure, she realized she was only begging for more problems, if she 
persisted in responding too emphatically to these calculated challenges that 
the kids enjoyed throwing her way. 

The day began with the flag pledge, and everything went fine until the 
Principal's secretary, Miss Worthington bustled over to her table in the 
cafeteria and sat down beside her. 

"Mind if I join you?" she smiled, in a much too friendly manner to be one 
ounce sincere. 

"Why no, Miss Worthington, not at all." 

As Miss Worthington began eating her meat loaf, she got out a few test 
questions in between. 

"How's everything going with you, this year, my dear?" she asked casually. 

"Just fine," Miss Lee replied, trying to go ahead with her dessert so she 
could leave the table just as soon as possible. 

"How is your Drama Class coming along?" Miss Worthington asked pointedly. 

"Very fine-we're putting on a comedy this year-" 

"That's nice," she smiled, "I love a lot of laughs for a high school play. I 
think the kids need the release, don't you?" 

"Why yes, I do," Miss Lee said, finishing her dessert, and rising. 

"Maybe I'll drop by during rehearsal today," Miss Worthington said, as she 
walked away. Turning back, she registered a look of surprise, for there was 
a knowing look in Miss Worthington's eyes that she didn't like to detect. 
But it was there, nevertheless. "We'd love to have you drop by anytime," 
Miss Lee assured her. 

"Thank you, dear," Miss Worthington nodded, and then she launched into her 
salad, as Miss Lee stepped into the hall. At this point, the teacher felt a 
nervous sweat surface all over her body. She wiped her brow, and stopped to 
get a drink at the water fountain. Now, she knew eyes were on her, and she 
would have to quickly, let her young student lover know they could never do 
anything on the school grounds again. She couldn't wait for the time to go 
by when she could talk to Jerry Winters about the fact she had every reason 
to believe they were indeed being watched. 

Finally, drama class time arrived, and she made it a point to tell the other 
students in the class she would work with Jerry alone today. 

When she and Jerry were alone, she said quietly, "I want to talk to you 
alone." 

"Anytime, Teach," Jerry grinned sexily. 

They went back to the dressing room where they'd had their first sexual 
interlude together, and then she spoke bluntly, "Jerry, you and I can't go 
on like this, you know that don't you?" 

The young blonde-haired student shook his head, and his blue eyes penetrated 
hers. "Why not, Teach?" 

"I think they suspect we might be doing something-" 

"So what?" he said indifferently. 

"Jerry, if I get caught having sex with a student it's curtains for my 
career-and I don't want that-I'm sorry!" 

"So am I," he said softly, "But we can always make it over at your place-" 

"What if I don't want to?" 

"That's got nothing to do with it," he snapped, "You've got to do it with me 
when I want it." 

Now, Miss Lee's mind whirled. How could she make sense to this headstrong, 
dominating young man. 

"Oh, Miss Lee," an intrusive voice called out from somewhere in the 
auditorium. With fear written across her face, she looked at her smiling 
student. 

"Go ahead, and answer her," he nodded, grinning triumphantly as she felt her 
knees go wobbly, and her stomach churned. 

"I'm in here, be right out," she said, and then turning her head toward the 
hot-blooded student, she whispered, "And you'd better wise up because I 
won't be bullied." 

"Good afternoon," Miss Worthington smiled when Miss Lee walked across the 
stage. "I just thought I'd drop by and listen to your rehearsal-" 

"Oh, yes, of course," Miss Lee answered, "We're glad to have you, aren't 
we?" 

"Where is your student?" Miss Worthington demanded. 

"Coming," Jerry Winters replied, as he strode across the stage in the white 
toga draped about his handsome, young body. Miss Lee felt as if she'd go 
through the floor. She feared that once more Jerry hadn't bothered to wear 
any shorts and she hoped he wouldn't get a hard-on right before the 
Principal's secretary. 

"Alright, you can begin now," Miss Lee smiled nervously. Jerry walked to his 
place on the stage, and backstage Miss Lee adjusted the blue lights, keeping 
them deliberately low, hoping to conceal Jerry's penis at any price. 

"Why don't you use a white spot, my dear?" Miss Worthington called out from 
the audience. "We can hardly see him from the back." 

"Oh, yes, sure-alright," Miss Lee hedged, as she pushed the lever to bring 
the lights up a bit. And then Jerry began acting out his scene. 

"A day in the life of a Roman," he began quietly, looking this way and that 
dramatically, "began with a scandal!" He paused, waiting just as his teacher 
had told him to for audience response. 

"Doesn't he know the next line?" Miss Worthington demanded in a rasping 
voice. 

"Yes," Miss Lee said, coming out from the wings to the side of the stage, 
"I've taught Jerry to pause where I think it will be effective." 

"Oh, I see," Miss Worthington replied, "Go ahead, Jerry-now don't let my 
being here stop you." 

Miss Lee looked at Jerry, and saw his eyes were fastened on her breasts. She 
wished she'd worn something to pull them in and conceal them, instead of 
something to reveal them. Jerry smiled, and continued, as Miss Lee watched 
for any trace of his male member peeking through. 

"In ancient day, men and women enjoyed to eat-so much in fact, they carried 
their vomit bags around with them," he went on. "Today, we only have them in 
the planes, if you want to throw up while a skyjacker is treated like a sky 
king-" 

"Hmmmm, that's a strange line," Miss Worthington interjected, "Did the 
Principal say it was alright for you to present this show to our students?" 

"No," Miss Lee said, her face reddening in anger at all the interruptions 
she was being forced to endure. 

"Well, I think you should send him a copy, my dear, as this doesn't sound 
like the kind of thing that's good for our young people." 

"Why not?" Jerry said, his own anger displaying itself at last, as he walked 
to the apron of the stage. Under his white hanging toga, Miss Lee could see 
something else hanging, and this bothered her. All Miss Worthington needed 
to do was step closer, and she could see for herself. 

"I wasn't talking to you," Miss Worthington snapped, "Your teacher and I 
were conferring privately, I hope you don't mind!" 

"Go ahead," Jerry said sullenly, walking back to the dressing room. Miss 
Worthington moved closer. "I don't think you have these students under 
control at all," she said bluntly. "No student should ever talk back to a 
teacher without having to pay the price for it." 

"Thank you," Miss Lee said softly, "I'll, see to it he is properly 
punished." 

"Well, I hope so," Miss Worthington said huffily, as she turned around and 
bustled out of the auditorium. And then the teacher was alone with her 
student. Miss Lee went into the dressing room, and there Jerry sat bare 
naked on the dressing room table. 

"Hi, Teach," he grinned, good naturedly, holding his huge, pulsating penis 
in his hand. 

"Jerry, get off that table this instant," she almost shouted. "Do you hear 
me?" 

"Pipe down, Teach!" he smirked, "I hear you and so will everyone else in the 
school if you keep that racket up." 

"Oh, Jerry," she sobbed, "we can't go on like this." 

"Suck me," he demanded, holding his pecker out for her. "Go ahead-do me." 

"I can't!" 

"Yes, you can-" 

"No, honest to God, I can't." 

"You did it before, Teach-go ahead and do me again." Walking toward him, she 
looked down, and suddenly she was possessed by her own passion to give him 
the sexual satisfaction he desires so strongly. She took it in "her hand, 
and Jerry said coolly, "Better lock the door first, Teacher-unless you want 
an audience for our private little performance." 

She turned, still numb with fear, yet torn with desire. She locked the door, 
and then went back to him. She took his penis in her hand, dropping 
instinctively to her knees, and Jerry didn't change his expression. 

"Suck my prick, Teach," he smiled. And as she brought his huge penis close 
to her mouth and examined the head of it, she became so excited her body was 
trembling. 

"Go ahead," he insisted, "Suck on it." And then she opened her mouth. In 
that one opportune instant, Jerry drove himself into her, and started 
sucking. 

"That's it, suck it, suck that cock," he gasped excitedly, as he drove it 
down her throat. Just then the bell rang, and its shrill sound sent chills 
of fear up and down her spine. 

"Don't let the bell bother you, Teach-suck on it." She refused to let 
herself yield at this moment to any passion, for her own way out was to give 
the hot young boy the thing he wanted most-release. 

"Oh, Teach, suck on me," he begged her as her hot mouth moved back and forth 
the length of his hard penis. "That's it, now-oh, hot mama! Suck it off!" 

She reached out and fingered his balls, while she sucked. And then he moved 
forward on the dressing room table, allowing her easy vantage to his tight 
anus. Knowing how much pleasure he could derive from this kind of sex 
action, she decided she'd slide her finger up his tight, quivering asshole 
while she sucked on him at the same time. 

"Now, yes, ohhhh, suck me-do my ass, ohhh, ahhh, Wow!" By now, Jerry Winters 
was almost out of his mind. He expected the pleasure to be beautiful, but 
nothing this fantastic. 

"Hang-on," he cried, "Ohhhhhh, ahhhh, yes, yes, suck that prick-suck it 
off!" 

Suddenly his hot jism couldn't stand it, and it shot forth into her eagerly 
sucking mouth. 

"That's it, eat my gook! Eat it up! Eat it!" The hot cum flooded her mouth, 
as she sucked Jerry Winter's sperm. And to her own amazement, she found him 
more delicious to suck on than any young man she'd ever had in her life. If 
she was seven or eight years young, it could be alright, she thought. But, 
now he was a minor, she was an adult. She was a teacher, and he was a 
turned-on student. She continued sucking his juices until she'd finished him 
off. Then, she pulled off, and smiled up at him, "How was it, lover?" 

"Just beautiful," he panted, "You really are some cocksucker, Teach. We've 
got to get together on a big bed. Just me and you, naked, and fucking and 
sucking up a storm." 

"I'll give you my phone number," she said quickly, "Now, I must dash back to 
my last class-" 

Hastily grabbing a pen that was handy, she wrote her phone number down. And 
then, she handed it to him. Suddenly, Jerry seized her, kissing her 
passionately, his penis rising threateningly again. Their lips met, and 
Jerry's hot tongue invaded her mouth. 

"I-I like you, Teach," he said, "I-I don't know what makes you turn me on, 
but when I see you I want to fuck you, fuck the hell out of you!" 

"I must go. If I get caught here with you, I'll-" A look of fear and fright 
filled her face as she contemplated how terrible it would be to ever be 
caught with a student. 

Placing his hand over her mouth, he said, "Don't talk that way-ever!" 

"I'll try not to," she said softly, "I do love you, baby." 

"I thought you did-you got as turned on sucking my cock off as I did ramming 
it down your throat." 

"You knew that?" 

"Sure, Teach," he smiled, "I'm not so dumb." 

She patted his thigh playfully, and then patted the side of his face, "So 
long, lover-and call me tonight." 

As she unlocked the door, and hurried off to her class she realized the 
second bell had rung some time ago. What would her class be like now? As she 
arrived near the door, she noticed no noise was coming from the room. 
Knowing how noisy her students normally were, this bothered her almost as 
much as if they were cutting up. 

Stepping in the room, her eyes instantly fell upon the woman who was 
substituting for her in her absence. Miss Worthington turned, and smiled, 
"Oh, Miss Lee-I was walking by and I heard some of your class making a lot 
of noise, and I just stepped in to see if I could help-and I noticed you 
were gone." 

"I'm sorry, I was detained," she said quickly. 

"Could I speak with you alone in the hall, Miss Lee?" she asked smoothly, 
and the eyes of every student now focused on the frustrated teacher. 

When Miss Worthington had frightened Miss Lee alone in the hall, she asked 
simply, "What's the matter?" 

"Nothing!" 

"Yes, there is, my dear. Something is wrong, and that's why everything is 
going wrong in your classrooms-in the auditorium." But, Miss Lee couldn't 
speak. Finally, Miss Worthington broke the silence, "Do you really think you 
can cut it as a teacher?" 

"Why on earth do you say that?" 

"A lot of us aren't cut out to be teachers," Miss Worthington said in a 
menacingly nice tone. "Now, it's no reflection whatsoever on you, luv, but 
let's face a few facts-" 

"like what?" she asked fearfully. 

"like what I saw today in the auditorium-" 

"Yes-" 

"Well, that young man-what's his name?" 

"Jerry Winters?" 

"Yes, Jerry Winters-he had you under his control, and it should be teacher 
having student under control, isn't that the truth?" 

"Yes-" 

"You see, honey, that boy is trouble. A year ago he tried to put the make on 
one of our best young teachers, a Miss Cindy Walker-and you know what 
happened?" 

"No-" 

"Well, the long and short of it is-Cindy was asked to resign, and today 
she's in a mental hospital." 

"Why was she asked to resign." 

"Because she had sex with that boy." 

"She what?" 

"That's right," Miss Worthington said, and then the class noise echoed so 
loud in the halls that she paused, "I guess we'd better stop them now before 
it gets worse." 

Going into the classroom, Miss Worthington looked about the room with her 
piercing eyes, darting here, and there, and then she called on one girl. 

"You," she said tightly. 

"Yes," the girl answered meekly. 

"What's your name?" 

"Jean Ann-" 

"Jean Ann, spit that gum out of your mouth immediately. Do you understand?" 

Jean Ann spit the gum across the room into the waste basket, and then broke 
out laughing. 

"Very funny," Miss Worthington commented acidly. "Let's see if what I have 
in mind is as funny as what you just did. Come to the front of the room." 

To Miss Lee's total surprise, Jean Ann marched forward, and when Miss 
Worthington said, "Bend over dear," the girl did bend over. And then, Miss 
Worthington smiled as she raised the ruler high over the girl's behind, and 
said, "Alright, now you can take the punishment you deserve. About ten 
should take care of what, you've done." 

The loud whack of the ruler brought cries of anguish from the girl. Miss 
Worthington stopped immediately. 

"That was ten if you remained quiet-I'll make it fifteen for your ridiculous 
outburst." 

The girl's tear-streaked eyes told the class that to act up, could be 
costly, and she couldn't even have the delight of asking for sympathy, as 
that avenue of making more trouble for the teacher was sealed off 
effectively. 

When the fifteen whacks had been administered, she said, "Go to your seat, 
Jean Ann, and let's not have any more trouble out of you. Of course your 
conduct will be reflected on your Class Conduct grade-I'm sorry." With a 
small smile, she let the girl go back to her seat, and the class watched in 
awe, almost to the point of reverential respect. 

"Come with me a moment, Miss Lee," she said, "And class, I don't want any 
more trouble here, I think you understand." 

When the two women were alone in the hall, she said, "You see, dear that's 
how discipline is brought about. Are you up to it?" 

"If I have permission to discipline them-yes. Then, I could make them mind, 
just like you did." 

"Of course you can punish them, but you must always have a witness present-" 

"And I was your witness, and that's what you succeeded," Miss Lee, snapped 
in disgust. "When you don't have another teacher, what do you do?" 

"Send them to the Gym Teacher with a note, that's all." 

"That's nice, and. what if some disobedient student refuses to voluntarily 
march out for punishment?" 

"That could pose a problem." 

The bell rang, the school day was over, and Miss Lee felt her career might 
as well be too. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

That night she went back to her apartment with a heavy heart. She didn't 
like the feeling of being watched, and she couldn't bear the thought of 
Dennis ever finding out. All Dennis needed to do was know what was going on, 
and she would be discovered. 

She hadn't been home half an hour, then the sound of someone knocking on her 
door troubled her. Who could it be she asked herself. If it was Dennis she'd 
like to tell him to go straight to hell. She was tired of putting up with 
all his demands for sex when she had so much to concern her at her school 
teaching post. 

Reluctantly, she opened the door and there stood Jerry Winters, and beside 
him was another young man. 

"Jerry," she gasped, "What on earth are you doing here?" 

"I want to talk to you," he smiled. 

"Go right ahead," she said, not inviting either of them into the house. 

"We want to come in, that'll make it better," he insisted. 

"All right, come in," she finally said, a tinge of anger in her voice. Both 
young men stepped in quickly, and then Jerry Winters introduced his brother, 
"This is my brother Larry-Larry meet Susan Lee, my Drama Teacher." 

Somehow, even though she felt very little like extending any show of 
hospitality, Susan did manage to reach out, "Hi," she smiled, "I'm glad to 
meet you." 

Larry took her hand and held it in both of his hands, "My brother has told 
me a lot about you," he said softly. 

"He has, has he?" she said nervously, her eyes darting to Jerry's eyes, and 
then she understood the whole scene. 

Pulling away, she said, "I hope you don't believe everything you hear-I'm 
really not such a bad sort " 

"He's only told me nice things," Larry smiled, and then he sat down in a 
wing chair, and Susan sat on the sofa. Larry carried the conversation, while 
Jerry remained standing. 

"My brother tells me you and he have had such good times together-" 

"Yes, we are working on a play down at school," she nodded, and then Larry 
cut loose. 

"Miss Lee," he said sternly, "My brother informs me that you like to have 
sex with him-is that true?" 

Susan Lee looked over at Jerry, and Jerry just kept from laughing. She found 
nothing humorous in the situation, and could hardly stand it. 

"Your brother forced me to do whatever I did," she said sternly, "and don't 
you forget it." 

"That's nice," he chuckled, "I'm the sexual aggressor type too-runs in the 
family." 

"I'm not interested," she snapped. 

"I'm not interested if you're interested in fucking me or not," he said 
flatly, "but you molested my little brother, are you aware of that?" 

A dead silence hung on the room, and then Miss Lee glanced up at Jerry, who 
evaded her glance, and looked down at the floor. 

"Your brother raped me," she finally said quietly, "and I don't think either 
of you have any right being here at all. So, if you'd please go now, I'd 
appreciate it-I'm sorry." 

"We're not going quite yet," Larry smiled, a sinister look forming in his 
eyes, "I've come here to straighten a few matters out-" 

Just then the phone rang. But, Miss Lee didn't pick it up. 

"Answer the phone," Larry insisted, "and baby, tell them you'll be tied up 
for a couple hours-at least." 

She let it ring again, and Larry demanded, "Go answer it, we don't want 
someone busting in on us-do we?" 

Nervously, Susan Lee reached out to pick up the phone. 

"Hello," she began, "Oh, Hi-no-I can't. I'm tied up tonight. Correcting 
papers, baby, I'm sorry but no." 

That was all there was to her conversation, and then she hung up. Pacing the 
floor, she demanded, "What exactly is expected of me?" 

Reaching down, Larry unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick, pulsating 
penis. 

"You're going to take care of us both from now on," he smiled, "That is 
unless you want to give up teaching-" 

"Don't threaten me," she said angrily. 

"You don't scare me, I've been around, I've just come back from Viet Nam, 
and baby after what I've been through I'm not afraid to fight for anything, 
including a good piece of ass. 

"Jerry, can't you stop him? You know you forced me to do things with you 
that first time. Tell him the truth, dammit." 

"You wanted to suck me off just as much as I wanted it, Teach," he said 
flatly. 

"Dammit," she snapped angrily, "I hate you!" 

"Lock all the doors," Larry demanded, "and make sure all the drapes are 
pulled over the windows in each room. We don't want company-" 

"I'm sure you don't," Miss Lee said evenly, "They might find out what nice, 
sensitive boys you are-" 

"Knock it off, molester," he said testily, "I don't want any lip out of 
you-just be a good, hot fuck, okay?" 

"It's not okay, but do you leave me any alternative?" 

At that moment, she got to her feet and walked to the front door, locking 
it. Then, reaching for the drapery cord, she closed the drapes. In the 
meantime both young men took off their shirts, and unfastened their belts, 
and pulled down their pants. Then, they lined up to let her blow them. 

"What am I supposed to do? Be your sex-slave?" 

"Good idea," Larry chucked without humor, "Now, just take off all your 
clothes, and sit down on the sofa-okay?" 

"Okay," she replied, as she got out of her clothes and sat down on the sofa. 
She looked at the chain that hung around Larry's neck, and asked, "What's 
that?" 

"My good-luck charm," he said, "It's a green jade god that the Vietnamese 
people think brings them luck-it brought me back." 

Then, holding his pants up with a hand on his hip, he reached out and guided 
her head to his erect penis. 

"Go ahead, honey-and suck it." 

Miss Lee put her face next to him, and the idea of being forced to blow him, 
bothered her so much, she pulled back. Looking into his eyes, as she looked 
up, she saw his hairy chest, with the curly hair coming down to his navel, 
stopping there, and then beginning to form the genital triangle once again. 

His curly blonde hair, and fair skin, appealed to her, yet under these 
circumstances, doing anything with him revolted her. 

"Isn't it long enough for you?" he smiled, "It's eight and a half inches of 
pecker-meat, and just as juicy as my brother's dong! You'd better believe 
it, now get tour hot mouth on me and start sucking." 

Miss Lee glanced to look at Jerry who had his hands on the top of his pants, 
letting his pubic hair show, but keeping his swollen penis in his pants 
until his brother had finished getting nis off. 

"You'd better suck me, baby, 'cause we haven't got all night-" 

Holding his penis out to her, as he took it off her head, she finally 
focused her eyes on it. 

"Lick it-just start licking it, baby, and you'll want to finish it-" 

At that point, she reached out, took it in her hand and started sucking on 
its meaty head. Then, she let him ever so slowly slide himself into her 
mouth. 

"Do you like it, baby?" She didn't reply with words. Instead her sucking 
mouth told him the story. Now, she was eager to devour him, thrilling to the 
idea of sucking his sperm out of his male member. 

He reached out, guiding her head, as the balls bounced at her chin. Now, 
they were enjoying themselves immensely. 

"That's it, sweetheart, suck on my prick--suck it off!" He drove it down her 
throat savagely, as he got turned on with the teacher. The hot, sucking 
sensations were driving Larry up the wall. Even in Vietnam where the whores 
specialized in sucking in a section called 'Lick Alley', he'd never had a 
better blow-job. And there was the added delight of having a very 
attractive, clean-looking blonde doing him. A woman, whom he figured wasn't 
used to accommodating a line of men on leave who had to get their rocks off 
in a hurry. 

"Ohhh, baby, now, you're doing it. Let me drive it down your throat." 

"Give to her!" Jerry panted, as he let his pants fall to the floor, gripping 
his thick penis in his hand and starting to pump on it fiercely, "That's it, 
hot teacher, suck him-suck that dick. Get the juice. Larry's loaded, 
Teach-eat his balls up!" 

By now, the passionate build-up had reached frenzy pitch, and she tried to 
get the dong back in her mouth so she could be ready for the exciting splash 
of the cock's explosion when he unloaded his sperms in her hot mouth. 

"Eat it," he demanded, "Eat my cock! Go after the juice. Now, ahhh, ohhh, 
yes! Faster! Ohhhhhhhhh!" 

The hot sperm exploded in her mouth, and she sucked Larry's sweet sperm, 
with delight, and candor. 

"You see, Teach, you really like eating dick, don't you?" Larry laughed, as 
he slid his penis out of her mouth. She observed he was as hard now as when 
he drove it to her, and she commented, "Don't you ever go down?" 

"Hey, Teach-you can take that one two ways," he chuckled. 

"I mean your cocki" 

"Sure, I go down and eat cunt, but my cock never goes down-not until I've 
had around nine rounds of fucking-" 

"You're a sex fiend," she said testily, as he stepped aside, allowing his 
younger brother Jerry to get his cock sucked off. 

"Did he taste good, Teach?" Jerry smiled down at her, as he held out his 
penis, his pants, and shorts, still on the floor, about his feet. 

"Alright," she said reluctantly. 

"Do I taste better?" 

"Look, you asked for a blow-job, now I'm ready to give it to you, are you 
ready, Jerry?" 

"Sure, I'm ready. My balls are always itching for a good prick suck." 

Miss Lee held his youthful penis in her hand, and somehow, she preferred the 
seventeen year old student to his rather crude, foul-talking older brother. 
She let her mouth open up, as her tongue darted out, and she began licking 
away. Reaching down with both hands, Jerry Winters guided his Teacher, as 
she sucked on his penis. 

"That's it, Teach, now you're sucking," he smiled, as the thrills built in 
his body. She began enjoying Jerry so much she reached around him and 
gripped his buttocks with her full hands, as she kneaded them, stroking the 
sides of them. Jerry's spine tingled, as he drove it to his teacher. 

"Oh, yes, suck me, suck me," he begged, "Just like that. Now, you're doing 
it. Ohhh, I like, I like!" 

His older brother watched, enjoying it immensely, and suddenly he felt the 
urge to reach out and pull on his staff. "Keep sucking on it, cocksucker," 
he smiled, as she went to town on the young boy's penis. 

Her hands continued to massage his buttocks, and she finally opened up her 
mouth wide enough so he could throat-fuck her. 

"Ahhhh, ohhhh, Teach, you're driving me out of my gourd," he sighed, as she 
sucked, "Let me drive it down there. like that! Yes, yes, ohhh, ahhhh-Help!" 

Suddenly, he could stand it no longer and his hot sperm splashed down her 
willing throat. 

Finally, he pulled out, and his dripping-with-cum rod, dropped some on the 
floor. 

"I'm sorry," he said apologetically. 

"I can clean it up," she said casually, as she went to the kitchen to find a 
paper towel to wipe the cum off the living room carpet. As she walked back 
into the room, and got down on the floor, Larry watched her every move. 

"You've really got a beautiful body from any angle," he commented, "I mean 
it, Miss Lee--you are stacked!" 

Rising, she looked up at him, and he eyed her breasts, "You've got a nice 
set of knockers, Teach-Why don't we all go into your bedroom-okay?" 

"If you want to-" 

She first went to the kitchen and threw the piece of wadded up paper away, 
and then she went back into the living room and the boys were gone. She 
turned and went into her bedroom, and there they were pulling back the 
bedspread on her king-size bed. 

"How nice of you," she smiled, "I always appreciate men who like to help." 

"Sure, a lady like you deserves real good treatment, I say," Larry laughed, 
"Women are good for one thing-fucking!" 

"Anybody ever tell you that you come across as crude?" 

"All the time," he laughed, "And I'll bet your sweet ass, you got a lot of 
fucking in before my brother put the make on you." 

"I was popular in college," she admitted freely, "there's nothing wrong with 
that-I hope!" 

"Oh, nothing at all," Larry laughed. Then, she lay on the bed, and Larry 
said, "If there's one thing I like it's to feel a woman's' titties pressing 
on my prick-" 

"Go ahead," she smiled, as he got on the bed, straddled her, and pressed his 
penis between her breasts. She gripped both breasts, and massaged them 
against his hard penis. 

"That's nice," he nodded, "Yes-my balls love it too." As he got his fill of 
that sensation, he turned to his brother. 

"Now, watch Jerry what I'm going to make . her do-the guys overseas used to 
pay plenty to make the chicks do this." Jerry watched, and he saw his 
brother move his naked body forward, and soon he was straddling the 
teacher's face. 

"What are you trying to do to me?" she demanded, not at all happy about this 
new position. 

"Oh, you'll just love it," he laughed, "I'm going to make you suck my ass 
for me." 

"And if I don't want to do that!" 

"You'll like it, got any honey in the house?" 

She didn't answer. Larry didn't bother to ask again, instead he got to his 
feet, and strode into j the small apartment kitchen. Here he found a jar of 
honey, a plastic container with a long white nozzle. He chuckled to himself, 
as he went back into the bedroom. Then, he got up on the bed, spreading his 
legs, and holding the honey nozzle to his tight anus. At this point, he 
squeezed it. 

"You see, it's very simple," he smiled, "How did you think I was going to 
give you a sweet ass to suck on?" 

"Not bad," Jerry laughed, "Let me use it when you finish." Larry pulled the 
honey nozzle out of his tight, quivering anus, and then he squeezed. The 
contents of the container, had provided a satisfactory lure for Miss Lee, 
who frankly was surprised at all the things he could think of. 

"What in hell am I going to do while she's sucking your ass out?" Jerry 
demanded. 

"Spread some on her snatch, and on her titties," Larry suggested, as he 
again got in place over her breasts, moving up to her face. Soon, he was 
straddling her face, lowering his buttocks slowly. 

"The woman hangs on," he explained, "and when my ass gets within firing 
range of your tongue, you stiffen it, and slide it right up there. You'll 
like the honey I serve you in my asshole, you've never had anything like 
this before I can guarantee you." 

At this point, Larry lowered and her hands automatically reached up to grip 
his firm, round buttocks. At the same time, she felt Jerry squeezing the 
honey on her breasts, letting the nipples become covered with the sticky 
substance. Next, he moved the honey container down to the teacher's moist 
mound. Slowly sliding it into her, he squeezed, filling her vagina with 
honey for him to suck out. 

Now, Larry gave orders to the teacher who was slowing down at the point of 
her tongue contact with the young man's anus. 

"Do I have to?" she finally asked. 

"Yes, you do-I've made my asshole nice and sweet for you to suck on-go 
ahead." 

Closing her eyes, and holding tightly on his buttocks, her tongue shot out, 
and she licked all around his tight anus. 

"Oh, that feels good," he panted, as the excitement built in his own body, 
at the contemplation of the teacher's tongue driving up his hot asshole. 

At the same moment, young Jerry's hot tongue lashed out, and began sucking 
on her generous-sized breasts. He let his mouth become a suction cup, as he 
licked the erect nipple with the tip of his tongue. 

"Oh, that's it-that's it," she groaned, "Ahhh, ohhh, yes-yes, that's it, 
bite lightly." 

"He can tend to his own sucking," Larry insisted, "You pay attention to my 
ass suck honey. This is what I need right now-now give it to me." 

She let her tongue finally stiffen, and plunge up his hot behind. Soon, 
Larry was riding her upraised tongue, as he slid up and down. 

"Doesn't my honey sweet ass taste good, Teach?" he demanded, his body 
vibrating with passion as he rode her tongue, "Yes, yes, lick it all out-way 
up-way up there. Yes, yes, that's how I like it. Oh, Wow!" 

Now, Jerry got so hot, he went down to lick at her honey-dripping slit. His 
tongue swept over the sticky hairs, and he licked them clean as a cat. Next, 
he let his tongue thrust inside her, and soon he was flicking his tongue 
back and forth across her clitoris. 

"How's that, baby?" he panted, "Am I eating your cunt like you like it?" 

But the teacher couldn't answer, for she was too busy eating his brother's 
honey-hot ass. 

"Suck my ass out, suck it, ass-sucker," Larry ordered crudely, finding much 
of his own thrills coming from making her feel like two cents. 

It didn't take long for her to finish licking his asshole clean, as she 
lapped, licked and devoured the honey swiftly, actually finding herself 
enjoying this demeaning position, and somehow in a warped way, enjoying the 
insults, hot-blooded Jerry enjoyed hurling her way. 

"Don't my balls bounce good?" Jerry laughed, as he looked down at her, "See, 
honey-nice, hairy balls for you to suck on when you finish eating my ass 
out. Yes, yes-suck them." 

She let her tongue slip out of his anus, and then opened her mouth eagerly, 
to take both testicles in at one time at first. But they were so big, she 
couldn't close her mouth around them and suck on them the way she knew he 
would enjoy it. So, he told her, "One at a time, baby doll-easy does it." 

She opened her mouth, allowing both of them to fall out, and then slowly, 
she eased one hot testicle into her mouth at a time, and sucked gently. Now, 
Larry was gripping his rock-hard penis, and pumping in slow, methodical 
strokes, applying much pressure as he grasped his own main stem. 

"like that, lover, ohhh, yes, and when you finish-rim my asshole once more . 
. . that drives me up the wall." 

The next thing, she knew her tongue was once more lashing away at his hot, 
quivering anus. At the same time she was wiggling about on the bed, because 
her seventeen year old student was sucking on her vagina. 

"Hold still, Teach," he complained, "Just when I got my tongue action real 
good, you move about." 

Larry was proud of himself. His brother had told him about having sex with 
his teacher when he asked him how he got his rocks off. He'd insisted he 
take him to the teacher, so he could share sex with her. Part of the fun of 
having the teacher doing things rested in the fact, his brother was also 
pumping it to her; first his penis in her mouth, and now his tongue lapping 
industriously away inside her vagina. 

"Hang on, Teach," Jerry smiled down at her, as he prepared to feed her his 
penis, and shoot his sperm-load inside her willing mouth. 

Suddenly, he felt a whack on his butt, and turned to smile at his younger 
brother who was going down on the teacher. 

"How about that?" he gasped in delight. "Isn't this three-way fucking a 
blast?" 

"Bet your hot ass it is," Jerry smiled and then he bent over, and turned his 
tongue's attention to finishing off his obviously oversexed teacher. 

"Ahhh, ohhh, baby suck," Larry demanded, when his balls reached the point 
where he knew all too well they were hot to explode in her sucking mouth. 

She tore her tongue away from its licking all around his hot asshole, and 
then he fed her his eight and a half inches of solid prick. She accepted him 
eagerly, impressively opening her mouth, as he slid himself smoothly in. Her 
hands went up to his bare behind, and she massaged his buttocks, as he 
continued feeding her his penis. 

"Now, suck that prick-eat it, eat it up!" 

Savagely, Larry drove his cock down her throat. His hands reached out to 
guide her head, as he screwed her face. 

"Now, you're sucking, Teach. Yes, keep that up. Ohhhh, suck it, suck that 
prick-suck, suck, suck that cock!" 

Miss Lee became lost in his lust, as the sweating, hot, young man rammed his 
dick down her throat, demanding her to take care of his sexual needs. 

"Baby, you're beautiful," he panted, as he thrust it still harder down her 
throat. "Ohhh, you're going to like my load now. Yes, baby, you're going to 
go out of your mind. Suck it off!" 

In the meantime, his younger brother Jerry had brought her to that point 
before climax when the body shivers under the impact of the emotional pitch. 
Jerry had to hold her in place, as she writhed about, in sexual ecstasy. His 
hot tongue, flashed across her clitoris, and continued flicking faster, 
still faster. The thrills seemed as if they'd never cease. And the double 
action of a penis driving down her throat, coupled with a hot tongue lashing 
away at her clit, was frankly, thrilling and exciting. She couldn't want for 
more encounters like this with the two brothers, and decided to put all she 
had into the wild sex session. 

Eat me, eat me cocksucker," Larry groaned, "And Jerry, baby, suck her hot 
cunt clean," he cried out, turning to enjoy the wild sight of his brother's 
tongue stabbing her gash. 

And then it was over. 

"Ohhhh, ahhh, suck me, suck me dry, Teach," Jerry moaned, as the sperm 
flashed down her throat, his balls bouncing on her chin, as she finished him 
off. 

And then, she gushed, and Jerry ate her cunt out. She let his brother's 
penis slide out, as she turned her head this way, and that, as she groaned 
in delight, when her student sucked her. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

As Jerry pulled off her pussy, she smiled down at him, "You did a good job, 
honey!" 

By now, Larry was standing near the dresser, and fingering the plastic honey 
container. 

"I'm hungry," he suddenly announced. 

"So am I," Jerry agreed. 

"Then, I think we ought to have something to eat," she declared, getting off 
the bed, and walking out of the bedroom toward the kitchen. Naked, both men 
followed her. 

"How about a steak?" she suggested, "I have some real good ones I got for my 
date tonight-" 

"Sounds good to me," Larry nodded, and then he asked, "Who is your date, 
baby doll?" 

"Oh, let's not get into that," she smiled, as she took out the steaks and 
cut the two of them up so there would be steak for three. Bringing out some 
salad material, she fixed a salad, and then went to work putting the steaks 
in the broiler. 

A short time later, the trio had a good meal, and she noticed her bare 
breasts were almost brushing against her plate as she moved forward. 

"Man, you look beautiful, tonight," Larry announced flatly, when he'd 
finished eating. 

"Now, don't get another hard-on," she insisted, "I have to go to work 
tomorrow morning. Have a heart!" 

"But that's my problem, I've got a hard prick, and a stiff prick has no 
conscience." 

"I've got an idea," he smiled, "let's go back to the bedroom-" 

"Oh, no-you've had enough fucks-let me go to sleep." 

"Just one more," he insisted, "You'll dig this." 

"I hope so," she said, as she got up, and walked back to the bedroom. 

"I think my brother Jerry should have a chance to fuck your cunt-he's been 
telling me how much he wants to shove it up your pussy--so let's give him 
that chance." 

"Alright-" 

"Now, I'll tell you what position I want you to get into," Larry said. "My 
brother will lie on his back, and you'll straddle him, and slide your pussy 
down over his cock." 

"And what will you do?" 

"That comes later," Larry smiled, "Just do as I tell you." Susan Lee waited 
while her seventeen year old student got on the bed, lying on his back with 
his huge, thick penis standing on end. And then, she got on the bed, 
straddling him, and Larry directed, "Now, Teach, grab his dong, and slide 
down it, he won't mind, will you, Jerry?" 

"I'd love it," Jerry winked, looking up at his teacher, whose bare breasts 
were dangling in his face. He reached up and began playing with her nipples, 
pinching them, gripping the generous sized breasts with his full hand. And 
then he drove it up her with great force, gasping, "Ohhh, man, that's wild. 
Fuck it. It really feels fantastic. Grab it, Teach. Oh, yes, fuck me, fuck 
me!" 

"You see, you wind him up, and he fucks like mad," Larry laughed, as he got 
on the bed himself. He beat over the young teacher's bare buttocks, and then 
gripping them with his full hands pried her cheeks apart. Suddenly, he drove 
his tongue up her tight, quivering anus and began tongue-fucking her there. 

Now, the three of them were going to town, each deriving his own special 
kind of kicks out of the off-beat sex action of the other. While Susan Lee 
had sucked on men's assholes, as they demanded it-not until now had any man 
volunteered to eat her ass out, and she liked it. 

This seemed like a sexual liberation party to her. Why should she always be 
sucking on men's behinds, licking their big, hairy balls, and going down on 
their dicks, unless they would be democratic about it, and go down on her 
cunt, and eat her ass out. The tongue, stiff, and hot, thrust up her anus, 
and she pushed back. As she pushed back to meet the tongue inserted by 
Larry, she was also giving her young student his share of the sex action, by 
gripping his cock in her cunt. 

"Fuck it," Jerry Winters gasped in delight, as she continued letting her hot 
cunt revolve around the thrusting penis. 

"Oh, yes, like that-that's it-fuck-fuck, fuck it off!" he panted, as his 
hands continued massaging her breasts, while he drove his penis up her hot 
vagina, with ever-increasing momentum. 

"Ohhhh, ahhhh, baby, fuck-fuck-fuck it!" 

The hot, driving penis rode smoothly in and out her slit, and she gripped it 
tightly with her cunt muscles, enjoying the ride Jerry Winters was happy to 
give her, on his rod. 

But what made it doubly delightful activity it was to have a hot tongue 
thrusting up her anus, while a thick, pulsating pecker drove up her vagina. 

"Oh, now, grind your ass," Jerry begged her, as he thrust up her with sharp 
impact, his fingers pinching on her nipples. "That's it-ohhhh, ahhhh, yes, 
yes, fuck it, fuck it off!" 

And then the hot sperm shot out of his penis into her, and she eagerly 
twisted her cunt around, as the hot sperm shot up there. 

"Ohhh, baby, fuck-fuck-fuck it," he begged her, as he cut loose with another 
hot load of shooting sperm. Her tail ground around, and Larry's tongue 
nearly slid out of her hot asshole. 

"Ohhh, hot baby, fuck it," he panted, as he kept right on pushing. Now, 
Larry wanted some action too. 

"Give it to me," he begged her, "Let me fuck your cunt when he's finished." 

"Are you through, Jerry?" the blonde teacher smiled down at him. 

"Yes, yes, I'm through," Jerry chuckled, and then she slid off, allowing 
Jerry a chance to be replaced with his brother. Larry was hot to go, "This 
is what we call share and share a-like fucking over in Viet-Nam," he 
laughed. "We used to find us a good, hot whore, and four or five guys would 
climb on her cunt, and fuck right after another cat has unloaded his cum. 
Then, they've got the tight hole all oiled up nice." 

"That's real smooth, brother," Jerry smiled, as he wanted his brother to get 
on her. Then, Larry told him, "Now, it's your turn to suck her ass out." 

"I'll get the honey, where is it?" 

"I took it to the kitchen a while ago," Larry told him. "Go get it if you 
want to." 

"Alright," he replied, and left the room a moment to hunt for the yellow 
plastic honey container. A moment later, he returned with the honey. Then, 
he got on the bed, and pressed the small clear plastic nozzle into her tight 
anus. 

"Squeeze it," she laughed, "Then you'll have a nice sweet ass to suck on." 

When he'd finished, he threw it aside, and got his face right there, and 
began licking. It didn't take him long to thrust his tongue up her hot 
asshole, and soon he was driving it in and out. 

"Fuck it," Larry demanded, as he played with both breasts, gripping them 
tightly and squeezing. 

"Not so hard, honey," she reminded him, "They're not baseballs. Play with 
tnem, but easy, huh?" 

Larry smiled a sadistic smile, and continued his pinching of the erect 
nipples until they were circles of red against her blonde skin. And finally 
to her surprise, a masochistic streak in her was surfacing, and she enjoyed 
even his cruelty. 

"You're beautiful," he smiled, "Snap that pussy for me, Teacher-you know how 
to snap pussy don't you, or haven't you been educated in fucking." 

"Snapping pussy?" she stammered, "What's that?" 

"You use your cunt muscles to grab my prick, and then you relax them. By 
alternating the pressure of my penis, you produce some fantastic fucking 
pleasure-go ahead-fucker, try it." 

Now, she kept her cunt muscles moving. "Ohhh, ahhhh, yes, yes-keep that 
action up--fuck-fuck-fuck it." 

As she wiggled her ass around, it became increasingly difficult for her 
young student to suck on her. But, Jerry was not easily discouraged. He 
liked to be so near his brother's thrusting tool, and examine the fuck 
closely, as only this particular position at her anus could allow. 

And the teacher was thoroughly enjoying his hot tongue jabs up her hot anus. 
But, now she was ready to gush, and Larry was almost there. 

"Fuck it," he blurted, "Ohhhh, baby, fuck it off!" 

The hot sperm exploded in her vagina, and she gushed at the same instant. 
"We're right-on, Teach," Larry laughed, as he drove it up for one more 
exciting plunge. "Milk me!" 

Susan Lee's cunt muscles gripped tighter, and she milked his penis inside 
her. 

More cum shot up her, and she ran her fingers through Larry's wavy hair. 
"Baby, you're a real tiger, aren't you?" 

"I know where it's at, Teach," he nodded, assuredly. Then, Jerry took his 
tongue out of her anus, and she slid off Larry. He got off the bed and went 
to the bathroom to wash his penis off. A moment later, he came back into the 
bedroom, "Hey, Teach-what are you doing Saturday night?" 

"I'm booked up in advance," she said fearfully, "I mean, I am going steady 
with Dennis-" 

And then she stopped. She realized she dare not reveal his name and draw him 
into her circle of trouble that was brewing following the fuck-off. 

"Well, cancel him-not us," Larry smiled. "I can't do that. I can't. We're 
going to get married." 

"That's what you think," Larry grinned knowingly, "You and me and my brother 
are going to have a little party here on Saturday night." 

"I've got some pill poppers," Jerry chimed in. 

"Pill-poppers?" she asked, whirling around to look into Jerry's face and 
confront him with a question. "Don't think you're going to dope me into 
fucking-I won't be hooked on drugs, dammit." 

"Everybody uses them over in Viet-Nam," Larry said, coming around behind 
her, and wrapping his arms around her tightly, pressing his penis agaisnt 
her bare butt cheeks. 

"I won't," she declared hotly. "I'll resign my job, I'll do anything but get 
hooked on drugs." 

"Why are you so uptight, Teach?" Jerry demanded to know. 

"I had a girlfriend who got hooked on pills and booze and killed herself," 
she said sullenly, "And I'm not giving in, do you understand?" 

"You don't have to," Larry assured her, "it was just a suggestion. I know 
you'll enjoy getting twice as hot, but that's up to you." 

"Twice as hot?" 

"Why sure, Teach," Jerry nodded, "He gave me a couple of red pill-poppers 
the other night and I got so turned-on, I had to beat my meat." 

"Maybe I could try just one when we get together again, but does it have to 
be Saturday night?" 

"Yes," Larry said, "that is unless you want me to have my brother go to the 
Principal at high school and tell him about having sex with a student." 

"You wouldn't do that?" 

"Yes, I would," Jerry chimed in to agree with his brother, "Can't you see 
you've got to do what we tell you?" 

"I see," she said tightening her lips, and trying to think of the excuse 
she'd have to invent for Dennis. 

"What if my boyfriend decides to kill you both?" 

"Knock it off," Larry laughed, "Don't try to pull that melodramatics on me, 
I'm not buying it." 

By now, both boys were dressed, and they went to the door together. 
"Goodnight, Teach," Larry smiled, turning and walking out the door, leaving 
her alone with her own dread for the future. She went to the bedroom window, 
and turning the Venetian blinds looked down at them. Both of them stood 
between her and freedom. Both of them could destroy her future. She knew 
this all too well. But, how could she stop them. Now, there were two of 
them, and it would be two against one. Just because that big-mouthed kid had 
to brag to his brother about fucking with the teacher, she reasoned. How 
disgusting. 

She closed the blinds and lay on her bed and thought. If something happened 
to them-like an accident, they wouldn't be around to inform anybody about 
anything, but what kind of an accident. She knew so little about mechanics, 
and cars, she couldn't imagine what to tamper with on the car. 

Then, it hit her. If she could use some kind of poison, she could get rid of 
them both. But, that would be murder. Dear God, she thought; where will it 
end? 

But, I don't even know which poison would be good, she thought. Suddenly an 
old movie she'd seen at a Cary Grant film festival flashed into her mind, 
"Arsenic and Old Lace", why yes, there were the two dear old ladies who 
helped people out of their misery with blackberry brandy, mixed with just 
enough arsenic to provide a pleasant exit, and then she buried them in the 
basement. 

The whole idea seemed mad, but it was a crazy situation, one which was 
swiftly turning her into a crazed animal. 

"I-I don't know what I'll do," she said aloud, and then, she felt her mind 
spinning. Arsenic! Yes, that would be the perfect solution to her problem. 
They deserved it, they were both trying to destroy her life, and she had 
every right to protect herself. They'd turned it into a jungle-law setup, 
and she wanted to fight, and claw her way back to freedom, but would the 
risk be too great? 

Hastily, she consulted her big classroom dictionary she had brought home 
with her, and found the word, "Arsenic", and as she read, she realized it 
was a powerful poison, and-could be disguised as food poisoning. 

The more she thought about it, the more it seemed like a superb idea. But, 
her mind wouldn't quit racing. This was what bothered her. She finally 
decided that the only way she could have any peace whatsoever, was to take 
two sleeping pills, and strive desperately to forget. 

She found her sleeping pills in their place in the medicine cabinet in the 
bathroom. She took four this time to insure rest, and finally her mind did 
relax, as she drifted off to sleep. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The next morning when she got up, she felt so groggy, she decided she 
couldn't make it to school. She picked up the phone, and dialed the school. 

"Hello-Miss Worthington." 

"Yes, who is this." 

"Miss Lee-" 

"Why, yes, Miss Lee, what's the matter?" 

"I don't feel well-I can't make it today." 

"Nothing serious, I hope!" 

"No, I'm just too tired to move-I'm sorry." 

"Well, I wish you'd notify us the first moment you're coming back because 
you know we've got to get substitute replacements for you, dear." 

"I know, I know," she replied, "I'm just going to be out one day." 

"Get some rest, dear." 

"I will, goodbye, Miss Worthington." She hung up, and got out of bed and 
took a look at herself in the mirror. She did look like the effects of the 
night before hadn't helped one bit. And then, she remembered her idea of 
fixing some food that would do both men in. But in the cold light of day, 
she decided against it. What would probably happen is that they would 
instantly discover what she'd done, she reasoned, and then they'd throw her 
in the jail and throw away the key. And, furthermore, she didn't hate the 
young men, she just didn't like being their sex-slave, or else. 

In the afternoon, she decided to call her girl friend, Nora, and ask her to 
bring some food over, as she didn't feel like going out and the boys had 
cleaned out the refrigerator the night before. She phoned Nora and Nora told 
her that after work she'd be over. 

She went swimming in the patio pool later in the day, and noticed a new 
tennent. 

"Hi," he smiled, "I'm Ray Larson, and you're-" 

"Susan Lee," she grinned, "How are you, Ray?" 

"Oh, just envying you that nice tan-" 

"I got most of it today," she told him. 

As the day progressed, they swam together, laughed, and joked together, and 
by five thirty, Susan remembered, "Oh, my girl friend Nora is coming over 
today. I really wish you'd join us for dinner-" 

"Why not?" he nodded, "I always like to meet pretty girls." When Nora strode 
across the patio, she saw Susan in her bikini, and Ray watching. She 
instantly sized up the situation and concluded that very soon, they'd all be 
having dinner together. 

"Oh, Nora, how are you?" 

"Just fine," Nora smiled, and then her eyes met Ray Larson. 

"Introduce me if we're going to have dinner together," Ray grinned, "I'm Ray 
Larson, Nora-and I've just been invited to dinner." 

"How about that?" Nora smiled, "And I only bought enough for two-" 

"Don't worry," Ray smiled, "You keep that food you bought for our ailing 
schoolteacher, and let me order a dinner to be brought in for us from the 
Picadilly Restaurant around the corner-do you girls like prime rib?" 

"Oh, yes, I just love prime rib," Nora nodded, "And the Picadilly is a 
right-on restaurant. I used to go there with my girl friend LuAnn all the 
time." 

"You don't mean LuAnn Walker, the topless cutie that works at the Zomba 
Club, do you?" 

"Why, yes, do you know her?" 

"Small world, sweetheart!" Laughingly, he related, "I got turned on with her 
one night and took her home and we balled for two days." 

"LuAnn is like that," Nora giggled, "If she digs a guy, there's nothing she 
won't do for him-" 

"I was real lucky 'cause she dug me, and she was good at everything she did, 
and she did everything." 

"Sorry about what happened to her though," Nora said sadly. 

"What happened?" 

"She got the bite put on her for hustling, and now she's doing time." 

"That's too bad," Ray shook his head, "Too bad!" 

"You mean the fact she started charging or the fact they caught her?" 

"Both," he laughed, "She was a great chick, and knew how to make me 
happy-all over, and didn't charge a cent." 

"Shame I never met her," Susan cut in, "She sounds like a real upstanding 
girl, a pillar of the community." 

"Don't get snide," Nora said testily, "I happened to think a lot of her, an 
awful lot of her." 

"She swung, didn't she, Nora?" Ray asked frankly. 

"And there's nothing wrong with that, is there?" 

"I should say not," Ray smiled, "A chick who swings is actually better in 
some ways." 

"Which way?" Susan demanded, the whole idea of a woman turning on with 
another woman making her feel sick in the pit of her stomach. 

"Well," Ray explained, "She has no hang-ups, no inhibitions. Most people, 
now I'm not referring to you, Susan-but most people do have sexual hang-ups, 
that's just the way it is." 

"Well, I'm one who doesn't," she replied, "I'll do anything." 

"Have you ever had sex with another woman?" he asked her. 

"No, but I wouldn't be afraid to, I really wouldn't." 

"Maybe I should take you up on that a little later, baby blue eyes," Nora 
chuckled. 

Brought to this problematical point, Susan didn't respond. Finally, Ray 
picked up the cue, and commented, "My God, I think you're hot for Susan, 
Nora-are you?" 

"Susan is a beautiful girl," Nora said evenly. 

"Yes, she is, real nice knockers, and that nice trim waistline, and I'm sure 
she has a pussy that flares into fucks the moment the tongue hits her clit." 

"Did it ever occur to you?" Nora demanded, "That a tongue, is a tongue, is a 
tongue!" 

"I'll order our dinners," Ray laughed, "If you two chicks, will excuse me a 
moment-and why don't we dine in my suite?" he laughed. 

"Alright, Ray," Susan agreed pleasantly. Then, he got up, and went up the 
white iron steps to the second floor and into his apartment a moment later. 

"Really, Nora," Susan said acidly, "I don't like you giving Ray any wrong 
impressions. From what you said about that cheap little hooker who got 
busted, you had something going with her-did you?" 

"Yes," Nora said, sitting down in a lounge chair, "And you know what?" 

Susan shook her head in momentary shock. 

"I'm not ashamed of anything I did-as a matter-of-fact, I'm proud of myself 
for having the guts to do what I want to do-I'm sorry." 

"Don't apologize for a thing," Susan said nervously, "To each his own, if 
you dig women, more power to you, but I don't. And, I hope, dear-you don't 
mind." 

" 'Course I don't mind," Nora turned to her, "Why should I? There are plenty 
of beautiful girls who want to have sex with me." 

"How did you get involved in this-I don't know what to call it?" 

"Swinging, honey, swinging-that's the appropriate word you're fumbling for. 
Don't think this is straight lesbianism. It isn't by a long shot. As a 
matter-of-fact, the Lez trip would bore the hell out of me. I'm too addicted 
to men, but you must understand boredom can set in too." 

"Boredom?" 

"We ought to continue this up in your place, baby doll. I see some people 
coming to the pool over there. They're out of work now, and the place will 
be packed in a few minutes." 

"Good idea," Susan agreed, and then the two women left the pool-patio area, 
and went up to Susan's apartment. 

"Baby, why don't you fix me a drink?" Nora suggested, "I need one-I really 
do." 

"So do I," Susan smiled, and stepping over to the bar, she fixed a couple of 
bourbons, and went back to sit on the sofa and probe some more into the past 
of Nora. 

"It's been a long time since we've gotten together," Susan smiled, "The last 
I heard you were doing some modeling, is that right?" 

"Yes," she replied, "And I was a damned good model too." 

"You always did have a good shape. I remember how popular you were in 
college. But, I didn't know you had gone into-" 

"Modeling was a front for the whore-trade, I soon became aware," Nora 
explained, "They'd hire you to do nude modeling, for one price. And then 
they'd offer you three or four times your modeling fee if you'd fuck with 
them. It was awful, but it was a living. I don't like to think about it." 

"Maybe you should get it all out of your system-use me as your 
psychiatrist's couch, I'm for free, they're not." 

"I know they're not," Nora laughed, "I've paid enough of them for their 
marvelous counsel and guidance. It usually ends up with them wanting to 
screw me besides, and I had to pay for the privilege." 

"God, how do they manage that?" 

"Hypnotherapy," she smiled, "they use their powers of hypnotism, and seduce 
you-" 

"Even if you don't want to be seduced?" 

"Now, baby doll, I never said that. I only said they know how to seduce me 
very well, and do a super job of it." 

"Tell me, do they teach you any new things about screwing? New ways you 
should pass along to me?" 

"Well," Nora said, "Say, I need another drink-and make it strong, 
reminiscing like this requires intoxication-I'm sorry." 

"Don't be sorry," Susan smiled, "You've got every right to see it as you 
want to-but tell me what did he try?" 

"The first psychiatrist liked it up the asshole, and I had to accommodate 
him, of course. This burned the hell out of me but there was no other way." 

"And did he teach you anything else?" 

"Yes," Nora admitted, "but when you talk about it, it sounds so completely 
weirdo-I get goose bumps thinking about it." 

"Well, he liked to have me fuck his asshole with a dildo!" 

"You've got to be kidding," Susan gasped, almost choking on her drink, as a 
little went down her windpipe. 

"No, honey-you'd be surprised what some of these tigers want. You really 
would." 

"How do you do it? Tell me. This sounds rather fascinating I must say." 

"Well, I put the dildo on-strap it on, and then he throws his legs up and 
lets me shove it up his tight little asshole. And if he angles his body, 
just right I can blow him while I fuck him at the same time. How about 
that?" 

"You're too much," Susan laughed, "You really are. I never dreamt you were 
doing things like that." 

"Insomuch as we're being so frank," Susan said nervously, "I might as well 
tell you what a fix I'm in." 

"Tell me," Nora said, leaning forward, eager to hear the scuttlebutt. 

"Well, I'm doing a play called 'The Roman Scandals' at school, and I've had 
the kids wearing Roman costumes-togas, the whole damned bit, and one young, 
handsome boy wore a toga with nothing underneath. Anyway, one day I noticed 
he didn't have any shorts on when I was alone in the dressing room." 

"How old was he?" 

"Seventeen." 

"A good age-a very good age," Nora laughed, "Don't tell me you had sex with 
one of your Drama students?" 

"Yes, I did," she nodded, "And it was beautiful. I mean this young stud had 
a cock on him that was out of this world. It was harder and longer than my 
fianc  Dennis's tool, and so help me when he held it out for me to suck, I 
succumbed." 

"Who wouldn't?" Nora smiled, "A young kid always puts a lot more into it 
than some older guy whose gotten his rocks off for years, and you have a 
natural born pussy eater in a first-time fucker-did you take advantage of 
that?" 

"You bet your sweet ass I did," Susan said defiantly, "I wasn't born 
yesterday, and I knew it was about time I get my cunt sucked by him, because 
he was so turned on. He did a real good job of pussy eating too, for a 
beginner-all tongue, and hands playing with my butt, while he did me." 

"But did he keep quiet?" Nora asked knowingly. "I happen to know kids love 
to talk-and do talk a lot." 

"That was the one big problem," she admitted frankly, "He told his brother." 

"Oh, God, no-and what happened? Did the Principal get wind of what was 
happening, and can your ass?" 

"No, the brother was brought over to keep me in line. He's not a bad kid-" 

"High school kid too?" 

"No, his brother Larry is just back from the war in Viet Nam, and he knows 
all kinds of things the whores in a place called 'Lick Alley' do for the 
boys overseas. And he insisted I do some of those things-" 

"like what?" 

"Sucking his ass out, stuff like that." 

"Oh, God, did you have to eat both stud's ass out, and blow them both?" 

"Yes, and give them a good ride in the saddle too. I never saw two such 
horny, young men." 

"Oh, baby, you should have invited your girl friend Nora over. It sounds 
simply fantastic!" 

"If you want to share them with me on Saturday night, you are most welcome. 
It's driving me up the wall to service them both." 

"Beautiful, you're on!" Nora nodded, "One more drink!" 

"You shouldn't have anymore. You're starting to slur your words, and-" 

"Baby, don't tell me I shouldn't have anymore drinks, I know what I'm doing 
and don't think I don't." 

"All right, it's up to you-but you sure are drinking a lot more than you 
used to drink--I'll say that." 

"I feel more of a need for the stuff," Nora snapped, "And you would too, 
baby doll, if you'd been through all I've been through." 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

A short time later, a knock was heard on the door. Susan jumped up 
immediately, "Well, I know who that is." 

"Answer it," Nora smiled, "I'm starving." 

"Girls," Ray beamed, "The Picadilly proudly presents your prime rib dinners 
served in my quarters immediately." 

"Beautiful," Nora nodded, "We're ready, aren't we, luv?" she asked, turning 
to check Susan's response. 

"Yes, your place or ours?" 

"Mine," he replied, "I've got it all spread out on the table and waiting-I 
did keep the prime rib covered, however, so it would be ready and waiting-" 

"All right, let's go to dinner," Susan said, rising and walking toward the 
door. The other two followed, and after Susan had locked the front door to 
her apartment, she went down to Roy's apartment. 

"Oh, I just love your place," she confided to Roy. "I mean this place turns 
me on-it's so beautiful-and the way you've used all different shades of 
blue. I've never seen anything like it." 

"Don't thank me for that," he almost apologized, "My ex wife Eva did it for 
me. And that was one reason we split." 

"What? The color blue?" 

"No, what it cost me to keep up with her taste. She always had some new 
fangled ideas about fixing things up, and it cost, cost, cost me-I got sick 
and tired of it, so I told her to take a powder." 

"And she blew it?" 

"That's right," he said, a bit sadly, "And you know the worst part about it 
is, I really liked her." 

"But you shouldn't like your wife, luv-you should be wild about her, that's 
the only way to cement a marriage-I'm sorry, but that's the way I see it!" 

"We shouldn't be talking about my ex," he grinned, "I owe her a lot of 
alimony and it gives me the creeps whenever I think of her." 

"Mmmmm, that food smells good," Nora said, going over to the table which was 
set for three with two silver candelabras at each side of the table, with 
tall blue tapers, matching perfectly with the navy blue tablecloth. 

"They ought to call this the Blue Room," Susan Lee laughed. 

"I could think of something else," Roy Larson chuckled, "now girls, let's 
have dinner I've even got some wine." 

They all sat down, and Ray reached over for a wine bottle. He brought it to 
the edge of each glass, and poured. 

Then, he served the Picadilly Prime-Rib. It looked like the restaurant had 
been very generous, and when he served a small green salad, Susan couldn't 
help asking, "Did they fix that too?" 

"I told you," he chuckled, "They fix everything and to a king's taste." 

"Groovy," Nora nodded, starting to eat the good food. "Mmmmmm, I just go to 
the Picadilly. This food is really fabulous." 

"That's good," he laughed, "Enjoy it because I'm going to have some fun with 
you chicks later." 

When they'd finished with dinner, Ray suggested, "We need some after-dinner 
drinks-" 

"No, I've had enough," Susan declared, but he paid no attention, "Now, we've 
got a bar full of booze so let's drink up." The girls came over to the bar 
and fixed their own drinks at his continued insistence. 

And then, they sat down on his comfortable sofa and he put his arms around 
each one of them. 

"I feel like a millionaire," he admitted, "When a wild woman sits on each 
side of you, how else can you feel?" 

"I didn't know we were wild," Nora giggled. "What do you say we adjourn to 
the bedroom?" 

"All right," Susan said, rising, and following him as he walked into the 
bedroom. It didn't take them long to get undressed, and soon he was on the 
bed on his back. 

"Why don't you let me kiss Susan while you blow me, Nora?" 

"You're the boss," Nora said, going down on his penis, so that her body lay 
beside him at an angle, her breasts touching his legs. 

"I like it when a woman sucks on me," he grinned, and she gripped his penis, 
holding it in place, Then, she started sucking. 

"That's the way I like it," she said, "ram it to me." Then, her mouth went 
over his penis-head again, and he began thrusting himself inside her, 
reaching till the tip touched the back of her throat. Suddenly, Nora, waving 
her breasts over his face, felt his hot tongue licking them. 

"Ohhh, man, keep it up," she begged, "I'm really enjoying this." 

She continued to brush her breasts over his face, as his tongue licked in 
short little jabs, and finally she pulled her breasts away and pressed her 
lips to his lips. His arms went around her, and he thrilled to the sensation 
of Frenching with Susan, while Nora gobbled down his prick. 

Nora's head bobbed up and down on Ray's cock, as her fingers massaged his 
testicles. 

Taking his tongue out of Susan's mouth a moment, he complimented Nora on 
what she was doing. 

"Baby, you're beautiful-" he told her, "You really turn me on. Yes, ohhh, 
yes, suck that meat, baby, doesn't that taste good. Nine solid inches of 
pecker-meat, baby and just for you." 

"I've got an idea," he said, "Why don't I let her eat my cock, and you can 
suck my ass out!" 

"Sure," Susan smiled, "But I could use another drink before I move on to ass 
eating." 

They all got off the bed, and went into the bar in the living room and fixed 
drinks for themselves, and then they returned to the bedroom to finish them. 

"What position do we get into for this super-suck operation?" Susan laughed. 

"Well, I get on my hands and knees and slip a pillow under my dong, and here 
Nora lies. She opens her mouth, and I ram it into her. At the same time, you 
massage my butt, and suck my ass out-how does that grab you?" 

"Sounds like fun," Susan smiled, sipping the last of her drink. 

And then the three of them got on the bed, and Ray bent over, With his 
upturned ass, and the pillow under his penis, the two girls got in place. 

"What a nice view from here?" Nora smiled, as she looked up at his thick, 
pulsating penis. "Mmmmmm, that looks good." And then, Nora gripped his tool, 
and easing her mouth on it, began sucking. 

"Suck that cock," he commanded Nora, and she eagerly let him slide himself 
in her. Then Susan started licking his bare buttocks. 

"Oh, Wow!" he gasped in delight as the two girls both continued sucking on 
his body, Nora gobbling his penis, and Susan Lee turned on with licking all 
around his buttocks. Finally, she buried her face in his buttocks, and let 
her tongue lash around the tight anus. 

"That's it-shove it up there," he begged Susan as her hot tongue thrust up 
his tight, hot anus. 

Susan did as she was commanded, her tongue ramming up there with sharp 
impact. 

"Ohhh, baby, all the way up my asshole, I love being tongue fucked. That's 
it, now, now--ohhhh, yes, you know how to do it. Suck my ass out, eat it. 
Ahhhhhh!" 

The more Susan's hot tongue slid up his tight asshole, the more excited he 
became. So, he continued driving it up there as he was determined to enjoy 
the two women. 

Ramming his dong down Nora's throat, was equally exciting and Nora now let 
her hands go back of his buttocks, as she pulled him together to her. 

"Oh, so you like that, huh?" he smiled, "Sure, baby, sure-keep that sucking 
action going-ohhhh, hot mama, suck it!" 

The girls kept their action up, and it didn't take Ray long to get his gun 
off. 

"Oh, baby, I'm coming, I'm coming," he groaned, "Suck my prick-suck my cock 
off, ahhhh, ohhhh-eat my ass, ass-licker, that's it, keep it up. Now, 
Faster, fuckers, faster!" 

The pleasure couldn't last for much longer at this intense moment. 

"Now, now, give, give, suck it off!" 

The hot sperm flashed out of his penis, landing in her mouth, and she 
gobbled it down eagerly, savoring his delicious, creamy sperm-load. 

Finally, Susan slid out of him, and he pulled his penis out of Nora's hot 
mouth. The three of them laughed out loud, and then Nora whimpered, "Now, 
what about us, baby?" 

"Don't think I'm not planning to take care of both of you-in my own way." 

"I want you to eat my pussy," Susan insisted, I'll bet you're a real good 
pussy eater." 

"I don't know if I'm a good pussy eater or not," he chuckled, "but I can 
make it feel awful good down there." 

He lay on his back, on the bed, and soon Susan was straddling his chest, 
pushing her pussy in his face. 

"Baby, have you thought about Nora's cunt?" 

"Not exactly-" 

"Well, we've got to let Nora turn on too--why don't you let me do her with 
my fingers while I suck your cunt clean?" 

"That sounds real nice," Nora nodded, hopping on the bed beside the other 
two. Then, she lay back, and angled her pussy so that his fingers could 
easily find her hole. 

Now, Susan was determined she'd get the same kind of sex out of him, that 
she'd given him with her tongue. 

"Begin with an ass-suck," she suggested, "I'd like that a lot." 

"All right," he smiled, "I enjoy using my tongue on a nice, clean chick like 
you are." 

"How can you tell I'm nice and clean?" 

"Oh, you just look innocent," Nora cut in. 

"I wasn't asking you," Nora told her quickly, "I wanted to know what Ray 
thinks, do you mind?" 

"No, I don't mind-and you don't need to get testy about it either." 

"Girls, remember, we're here for a good time," Ray smiled, amused they were 
both fighting over his favors. His hands gripped Susan's thighs, as she 
lowered herself over his face. His tongue whipped out, as he attempted to 
suck on her tight asshole. 

"Ohhh, baby, that's it," he blurted, "Suck it, suck it out!" 

The hot tongue of Ray stabbed Susan's tight asshole, and she rode up and 
down on it. In this position, he couldn't use his arms to reach out and 
diddle Nora. She was in the position of having to watch. 

"You're real good at it," Nora commented, "You'll have to suck mine after 
you've finished her off." 

But, the titillation couldn't last for long, as Susan was flipping-out. 

"Oh, baby, I like this, I like it a-lot. Suck my ass-eat me-eat my ass out." 

She kept going up and down on the stiff tongue, until she changed positions. 

Now, his tongue aimed for her slit. With a good, hard thrust he stabbed her 
gash and began flicking his tongue back and forth at a feverish pitch 
against her clitoris. 

"Ohhh, hot mama," Nora commented, reaching down to diddle herself, she got 
so excited watching. 

Now, Ray reached up to grasp her breasts, and play with them while he sucked 
away. 

"Keep it up," Susan begged, "I love your tongue slippery and nice in my 
pussy." 

Ray knew his way around a woman's cunt. He'd learned this in high school 
when an older woman he did chores for told him she'd teach him a thing or 
two about sex. She wanted to have a young boy eat her, and when she couldn't 
get her husband to suck her cunt, she seduced him. He was happy to get the 
chance to get his rocks off anyway he could, and with this convenient 
outlet, soon developed quite a proclivity for cunt-sucking. Letting his 
tongue lick the walls of her vagina, he soon touched the tip of the neck of 
her womb, which made her wiggle away. His hands went down from her breasts 
to her buttocks, gripping her firmly, so he could hold her in place while he 
sucked away. 

"Suck it, honey," she sighed, as she threw her head back and forth, as his 
tongue drove her out of her mind. Nora was sharing his enthusiasm for eating 
her pussy, for she'd long had her eye on Susan's triangle, but just didn't 
know how to make the pitch so she could avoid any possibility of a turndown. 

"Now, baby, now," she groaned in delight, and her hands reached out to guide 
his head while he ate her. As his big hands gripped and squeezed her soft 
buttocks, she got an added dimension of pleasure, and when she turned to see 
her girr friend Nora watching and diddling with delight, she smiled at her. 

"Your next, baby doll," she told her, "He is positively wild-what a 
tongue-job!" 

Ray listened, and it hit his ego just the right way to hear her go on like 
this about him, and his skill at cunt-eating. 

"Now, baby, now," she panted, "Ohhhh, yes-yes, suck that juicy cunt of 
mineohhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh! Faster! That's how you do it. Thrust that tongue 
in there-all the way!" 

She couldn't hold back now. The hot cum flooded his mouth and she pushed her 
face tighter to his mouth. 

"Suck it out, clean my cunt with her tongue, pussy eater. Go ahead, now. Oh, 
yes, yes, that's how I like it. Baby, you're beautiful." 

Eagerly, gladly, Ray licked her hot hole, and when he finished licked his 
lips and smiled up at her. 

"Anybody ever tell you that you tasted terrific?" he smiled. 

"My fianc ," she said quietly, "He loves to eat my pussy." 

"I don't blame him." 

Once she'd gotten up, Nora was waiting. She took her fingers out of her 
vagina, and started to straddle Ray. 

"I'd like it if you'd do me the same way," she told him. "Beginning with a 
nice, hot ass suck-okay?" 

She moved up, and instantly Ray seized the initiative, his hands grasping at 
her thighs. Then, his tongue licked all around her hot asshole, and she 
begged for more. 

"Shove it up there, honey-ohhh, yes, I want it." It didn't take Ray long to 
stiffen his tongue and stab it up her asshole. Driving it in and out, he 
managed to keep her well entertained. 

"Yes, yes, like that," she told him, "I like it." 

"Would you like a drink?" Susan smiled, coming into the room with a drink in 
each hand. 

"Baby, it might help," she admitted, "I'm so hot I've to cool off somehow." 

She took the drink from Susan's hand and sipped it slowly, and then she went 
on shoving her cunt in Ray's face, while he did her anus for her. Finally, 
she told him, "Time to do my pussy, lover." 

Ray knew this was the truth. He'd been keeping an eagle eye open, so he 
could check her out. By watching closely, he could tell when her cunt hairs 
were beginning to dampen, and he timed his switch from her anus to her 
vagina to coincide with the flow of her fluids. 

"You've got a cute ass on you," he smiled up at her, "I'd like to fuck it 
too." 

"Later, I'd love to take you in the backdoor," she assured him, reaching 
down and running one hand through his wavy hair, and sipping away at her 
drink with the other, "But now, it's pussy rendezvous time." 

Instantly, she pulled his head to her vagina. "Lick me, lover," she 
whispered, "I can't wait to feel you inside me." 

Nora didn't have long to wait, for no sooner had she begged him to eat her, 
than his hot tongue thrust inside her. Even Nora who considered herself a 
real professional couldn't remember any man's tongue who could do the job 
better than Ray was doing her at this moment. 

"Ohhh, baby, you're too much," she panted, as she pushed her pussy tighter 
to his mouth. Handing the drink back to Susan, she thanked her, and then 
reached down to use both hands in guiding Ray to her gushing climax. 

"You're a good fucker, Ray," she smiled, "Yes, you really are-give it to me, 
give it to me." 

With piston-precision, he let his tongue slap around her clitoris, until he 
felt her coming. Eager to get a mouthful of her hot pussy juices, he held on 
tight. 

"Eat it," she begged him, "Eat it-ohhh, yes, that's it-eat my pussy, 
lover-eat me." 

He got a mouthful, and when he'd finished lapping her up, he sucked her 
pussy lips, and smiled up at her. 

"Right-on," she said. "Now, let's take time out for a little booze break. I 
could use some." 

"Me too," he nodded, and then the three of them headed once more for the bar 
in the other room. 

They fixed drinks for themselves, and sat in the living room lounge chairs. 

"We could put on a real wild sex circus," Nora suggested, "Why I know a man 
that pays a thousand dollars for a performance with three people and a-" 

"And a what?" Susan Lee asked. 

"A dog," Nora said flatly. 

"A dog," Susan gasped, "I'll be damned if I'll suck a dog off-" 

"You don't have to blow the beast," Nora laughed, "Just let him shove it up 
the hatch--that's all." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

A few moments later, they were all back in the bedroom, and Nora had a fresh 
idea for a most unusual way of doing it. 

"I brought my dildo along with me," she laughed, reaching in her large 
handbag, "and if you're game, Ray, I'll give you an ass-fuck, that'll blow 
your mind." 

"What?" Ray chuckled, looking at her as she brought the dildo out. "What in 
hell are you going to do to me?" 

"Just fuck you," she replied, "That's all-I hope you don't mind." 

"Then, Nora Began strapping the dildo on. When she had it on, both Ray and 
Susan just stared at her. They'd never seen anything quite like it. 

"Why on earth do you want to wear that?" Susan demanded, feeling as if Nora 
had truly gone the Lez route since she'd seen her last. 

"It's just my way of having fun," she giggled, "I think everybody has to do 
his thing-can't you understand?" 

"No, I'm afraid I don't understand," Susan said, watching her as she got up 
on the bed. Ray was confused. He had no idea what or how Susan planned on 
invading his backside. 

"There's technique to this," Nora declared, "Just throw your legs up, 
lover-lie on your back, that's right. Now angle those legs up so they fall 
on my shoulders and I'll show you how to do it." 

At that point, Ray got his legs up over her shoulders, and soon she was 
guiding the plastic penis into his quivering, somewhat fearful asshole. 

"Feels good, Nora," he admitted freely, "Yes, I like that." 

Soon, he was thrusting his penis into her at a quick pace, and she accepted 
him. 

"Oh, baby, shove it home," he demanded, "like that! Yes, I like that-fuck 
it!" 

She knew what she was doing, and she hammered the plastic penis up his hot, 
tight anus. 

"Grab it," she commanded him, "Use your ass muscles on it. like that! Yes, 
isn't that great?" 

"Oh, Wow," he chuckled, "I never knew it could be so good." 

"Now, you know," she smiled, as she went on giving him long, driving hard 
thrusts home. 

From the sidelines, Susan watched, amazed at the entire performance. 

"Now, lover boy-angle your body around here, and I'll show you what it's 
like to get your cock sucked." 

"What are you talking about?" 

"Don't you see?" Susan laughed, as she sat on the edge of the bed, and 
guided him, "If you twist around just so, you'll get your dong in line with 
her mouth-and she'll lick it for you." 

"Thanks, honey," he smiled, at Susan-"I'll try." Then, he angled bodily so 
that his penis could shift into her mouth smoothly. 

It came closer, closer, still closer, and then the dildo slipped out of his 
slippery asshole. 

"You see, baby, this isn't easy," she said as a frustrated expression 
flashed across her face. "You've got to do it slow and easy-but you'll make 
it if you try." 

She got the dildo back in, and then glancing toward the mirror suggested 
that Ray watch her. 

Ray turned, "Yes, that's nice, I can see it now." 

Nora managed to get the dildo back up his asshole, and then she got her 
mouth down over his penis and started sucking on it. 

"Oh, yes, baby," he panted, "I like it-I like it, keep sucking!" 

Susan marveled at what she saw. Sure enough, Nora had succeeded in placing 
her mouth over his penis, and she'd managed to keep the dildo thrusting up 
his anus at the same time. 

"Oh, Wow," she exclaimed, "That looks like a lot of fun-let me blow him 
too-just like that." 

But Nora wouldn't listen. She had her own ideas about what she was doing. 
She'd developed a taste for sperm, and she determined she'd do everything in 
her power to keep the hot cock plunging in and out of her mouth until Ray 
climaxed. 

"Eat it," Ray gasped in delight, as the double sensations of the dildo up 
his anus, and her mouth sliding up and down his male member drove him up the 
way. "That's it, cocksucker, suck it off. Go after the juice, eat it, baby, 
eat it up!" 

His hands gripped her head, and he drove it hard, and then he exploded in 
her mouth. 

"Oh, baby, suck it," he stammered, "that's it, suck it off. Eat that prick. 
Eat it up. Ahhh, ohhh, yes, yes, baby, that's it, suck that cock off!" 

The hot cum tasted good to her, and Susan watched envying her every moment. 
When Nora pulled the dildo out of Ray's tight asshole, she went to the 
bathroom and washed it off, unstrapping it when she returned. 

"You know what really turns me on?" Ray smiled, as he lay back on the bed, 
luxuriating in the afterglow of a very good fuck session. 

"No, big lover, what turns you on?" Nora asked him, as she started to slide 
the dildo back in her oversize handbag. 

"A couple of women making it," he replied, "I really dig that-" 

He looked at Susan, knowing how reluctantly she would be to his suggestions, 
but nevertheless, still hopeful. 

Susan blushed, and Nora took the initiative, "We could if Susan cared to-" 

There was a reluctantly long pause, and finally Susan spoke up, "Alright, I 
guess I could-that is, I-" 

"Go ahead, honey," Ray urged her, "You'll get a new kick out of having a 
woman ball you." 

"I guess so," Susan smiled without humor as she came over to the bed, and 
Nora strapped it back on, and came over to join her. 

"Go right ahead, don't mind me, girls," Ray laughed, "I'll just jerk off 
when you get my old pecker stimulated, and get it stimulated you will 
because two women fucking is a sight for sore eyes." 

Somehow, Susan felt trapped in a whirlpool of sex. What had begun as simply 
enjoying a few nights of sex with college boys, and then a steady boyfriend, 
had widened to include not one-but two young men, one a minor. Now, it was a 
next-door neighbor who had to have her, and finally sex with a woman-Nora. 

"Don't be so nervous," Nora insisted, "Lie back, baby, and enjoy it. Fucking 
is supposed to be a lot of fun." 

Susan lay back, and spread for Nora. Nora mounted her carefully, letting her 
weighty breasts brush against Susan's oversize knockers. And then, the two 
girls began going to town. It didn't take Nora long to slide the dildo in 
her slit. Then, she looked into Susan's gentle blue eyes, and said, "How are 
we doing." 

"Alright-" 

"You make a lovely couple," Ray smiled, from the sidelines, as he felt his 
penis harden just watching the two women go to it. "Ohhh, yes, now fuck her 
good, peckerwood," he chuckled, and the dildo drove savagely up her vagina. 
Susan gripped it, and as her cunt muscles responded just as if it were a 
man's actual penis plunging in and out of her pussy, she enjoyed it. 

"Love you," Nora said huskily, and her face touched the side of Susan's 
face. Her lips caressed her, and she whispered, "You're so beautiful, 
honey-you really are." 

Susan surprised herself by responding. Her hands went out, and soon she was 
caressing Nora's back, her hands reaching down to grip her buttocks. 

"Oh, that feels so good," she whispered to Nora, "You really can fuck, can't 
you?" 

"Sure, I can," Nora assured her, "Anybody who couldn't enjoy screwing with 
you, regardless of sex would have to be off their rocker." 

Then, the girls turned and kissed each other at the same time. Susan's mouth 
instinctively opened, and Nora took instant advantage of it. Soon their 
tongues were flicking against each other, in a passionate heat. 

Now, Ray was totally turned on. His flaccid penis had sprung to life, and he 
got off the bed, went into the bathroom, and found a jar of Vaseline. 
Returning to the living room, he began massaging his male member with the 
sticky substance. Then, he got on the bed behind Nora, and gripped her soft 
buttocks. 

"We'll all do it," he told her, "just relax, honey, and we'll have a wild 
ride." 

Pulling her ass-cheeks apart gently, he slowly inserted his penis, and with 
a sudden, driving thrust, drove it up her hot, tight asshole. As the penis 
plunged past the tight anal ring, the girl quivered in sudden and awful 
pain. 

"Oh, my God, you're killing me," she groaned, "Stop it! Don't do that!" 

"Steady, baby, steady," Ray said coolly, as he bent over, and began steadily 
driving himself in and out, in and out her tight, twisting asshole. 

"That's a good girl," he told her, "Yes, yes, grab my prick. Fuck me, baby, 
fuck me!" 

Nora ground her ass around his thrusting cock, giving him what he needed. 

"Yes, yes, baby, fuck, fuck, fuck it," he gasped, as the hot excitement 
built within his loins. 

And then he suddenly got his gun off, and at the same instant both girls 
came too. 

"Oh, Wow," this is tremendous, "I really am having a ball today." 

Nora relaxed, as Ray pulled his penis out of her, and then, she pulled her 
dildo out of Susan's slit. The three of them relaxed, and then Ray got up 
and said, "You know what? I'm starved." 

"Why don't we get dressed and go over to my place?" Susan suggested, "I've 
got a lot of food in the refrigerator." 

"Good idea," Ray agreed, and they all got dressed and went over to her 
apartment. She got a bottle of champagne out and poured some for each of 
them, and then proceeded to fix some dinner steaks over her broiler. 

Before she could serve them, she heard a knock on the door and answered it. 

"Hi, Dennis," she said nervously, "come in-" 

Dennis's eyes shot around the room. When he caught sight of Ray, he was 
furious. Then, he changed his expression as Nora moved closer to Ray. 

"Honey, I want you to meet my girlfriend Nora, and her boyfriend Ray-they 
just dropped by and I'm fixing them something to eat. Would you like 
something to eat with us?" 

"Yes, I would," he assured her, and so she went back to the kitchen to 
prepare some more food. 

About a half an hour later, she had the table set and she was serving the 
light evening dinner, consisting of a steak, a green salad, and a potato 
she's popped into the oven. The four of them had a good meal, and then Nora 
suggested, "Ray and I will have to go, and leave you two alone. I know you 
must have a lot to talk about." 

"You don't have to go," Susan said, "you both can stay." 

"No, thanks," Ray smiled, "We've had a good time, and I'm so glad to have 
met you Dennis." 

"I'm glad to have met you," Dennis said, pumping his hand warmly. 

"So long, honey," Nora said, kissing Susan on the cheek affectionately. "We 
had a lot of fun." 

Little did Dennis dream just how much fun. 

When they'd both gone, and Dennis and Susan were alone, Dennis suggested, 
"Why don't I stay all night? It's real late, honey." 

"No," Susan insisted, "I don't feel like any more sex." 

'Any more sex?" Dennis asked, now completely baffled, "You haven't been 
fucking with anybody but me-have you?" 

"No, of course not-but I'm not in the mood." 

'Tell me, when are you in the mood." 

"Sometimes," she said, "but not now-" 

Then, she walked into the bedroom, and Dennis followed. He began undressing, 
and when he was down to his shorts, she observed his swollen penis. 

Stroking it through the cotton material, he tried to excite her with the 
sight of it. "Look, baby, I'm real horny tonight." 

"I can see you are." 

"Aren't you going to do something about it." 

"Oh, alright-but don't take forever." 

"Good," he smiled, and pulled down his shorts. She didn't take long to get 
on the bed, and she lay back, hoping he wouldn't take long in the process of 
reaching a hot climax. 

"Baby," he smiled, "let me lie on my back and you can slide up and down my 
flagpole. How does that sound to you?" 

"Real good," she declared, "Anything to get your gun off so I can get a 
little sleep and peace around the place." 

"If you're going to bitch so damned much about a simple little fuck-you can 
forget it, I don't need it. I've still got my hand." 

"Yeah, and you still use it," she snapped. 

But, as he lay on the bed, his huge penis standing on end, Susan decided she 
might indeed enjoy the ride on his male member. She went over to the bed, 
and mounted him, easing herself down on his dick, as he watched her with 
excitement in his eyes. 

"Then he reached up and gripped her breasts in his hands, as he pinched her 
nipples. 

"Doesn't that feel good?" he asked her, as he drove his hard penis savagely 
up her hot hole. 

"Yes, yes, fuck me," she panted, as she let herself slide up and down, 
gripping, massaging and satisfying his rock-hard thrusting cock. 

"Now, now," he blurted, and he reached out to guide her. She churned herself 
different directions, taking his penis with her on her sex-trip. He jabbed 
it this way, then that, as her body pitched on his flagpole. 

"I'm flipping out," he blurted, "Oh, baby, what you do to me. Fuck-fuck-fuck 
it, off!" 

The two of them were both enjoying it, and the hotter he got, the more he 
liked to grapple with her great breasts. 

"Now, baby, grab my ding-dong, grab it good, cause I'm going to shoot!" 

Susan threw her head back, her blonde hair falling on her bare shoulders, 
her blue eyes ablaze with passion as his penis sent shivers of excitement up 
and down her spine. 

"Fuck me, lover, fuck me," she begged, him as he kept stabbing her with his 
cock. 

Suddenly the hot sperm exploded inside her, and she kept her tight cunt 
revolving around his thrusting rod. 

"Yes, yes, ohhhhhhh, ahhh, I'm coming, I'm coming," he panted as he pushed 
it inside her. The hot sperm flash-flooded her vagina, and she thoroughly 
enjoyed his excited thrusts, as he finished shooting off. 

And then she pulled off him, and he got up and followed her into the 
bathroom. 

"Why don't we take a shower together?" he suggested. 

"Alright, if you want to," she said agreeably. Inside the shower together, 
she reached for a bar of soap and began washing him all over. As her fingers 
glided over his genitals, he found himself suddenly getting excited all over 
again; and then Susan regretted following his invitation to take a shower. 

"Baby," he smiled, "What am I going to do now?" 

"I have no idea," Susan replied, turning and starting to run out of the 
shower. 

"Well, I'll tell you," he said clutching her tightly in his embrace, "You're 
going to turn around and give me a fuck up your sweet ass." 

"Not now-I want to go to bed." 

"You can when I finish fucking you," he said sternly. Reaching for the soap, 
he lathered up his penis, and then built up a soapsuds around her behind. 
Then, he stabbed it up her and gripped her breasts, as he gave her a wild 
anal sex trip. 

"Grab it, honey, ohhh, yes, let me have a good hot ass fuck. That's it. 
Churn your ass around. Don't stand still!" Susan kept her ass in motion, 
having developed a good pace for a penis stabbing her behind. By grabbing it 
with her anal muscles, and gripping it tightly, she was giving him a wild 
time. 

"Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me," he begged passionately pushing himself inside 
her with wild thrusts. 

"Ohhhh, ahhhh, yes, yes, fuck it, fuck it off!" 

His hot white jism erupted inside her and she ground around. She kept it up 
until he was completely drained. She didn't want any more sex that night and 
she determined to keep him happy with what she was doing. 

"Fuck, fuck it," he demanded, as she finished him off. And then, he slid 
himself out of her, and let the shower water wash off his penis. She got 
out, and went to the towel rack, and picked up a thirsty big Turkish towel 
and began drying herself off. She was joined a few seconds later by Dennis 
who dried himself off too. 

"I've missed you," he said, "Saturday night I went to this bar and-" 

"Don't tell me," Susan protested, "I'm not interested in your pick-ups." 

"But this is different-" 

"No," she argued, "It isn't different at all. You use these cheap bar 
hustlers as a device to make me get uptight. Well, it won't work. I don't 
have any intention of becoming jealous over any barfly you pick up with. Go 
ahead and get yourself some disease, it's alright with me if you don't know 
any better." 

"But I didn't even get to fuck her," he explained. 

"That's nice." 

"No, baby, it wasn't nice at all. She drags me home to impress her husband 
she'd dynamite in bed. Well, when he sees me naked in his bed with his wife 
I could have gotten killed." 

"If you're going to do stupid things like that," Susan informed him flatly, 
"For god's sakes don't come to me for sympathy because I'm simply not 
sympathetic." 

With that, she slammed the bathroom door and left him alone with his 
troubled thoughts. Dennis realized he'd made a mistake, even mentioning 
picking up the other woman. Susan was intensely jealous, even though she 
thought nothing of putting him off on a Saturday night. But, telling her 
about other women he put the make on didn't improve matters. He tried to 
think of something he might say to her to make her see his side of things. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Susan got a good night's rest, and the next morning, she let Dennis fix his 
own breakfast, as she busied herself getting ready to go back to school. 

When she had finished showering, she applied plenty of cool lime body splash 
as the temperatures had been soaring in the late fall heat wave. Then, she 
dressed in her mini-skirt, and a pink blouse. At least I'm not wearing hot 
pants she laughed to herself. After all, why not show a little, and give the 
school kids a break, she smiled at her reflection in the mirror. 

Then, she had her usual hurry-hurry breakfast and dashed out to her car. 
Driving quickly, she got to school in record time, and hoped she could avoid 
Miss Worthington's inquisition which she delighted so much in putting her 
through. 

"Good morning," Miss Worthington smiled the moment she entered the office. 
"I do hope you're feeling better." 

"Why, yes, I am, thank you," she said crisply. 

The Principal smiled at her, "Good morning," and she greeted him, making it 
a point to get out of there quickly. The students were once more clustered 
around the front door to the classroom, and she almost felt happy to be back 
at her teaching post. It was fun to listen to all the interesting things the 
students had to tell. And the important thing, she thought was for her not 
to lose her cool-no matter what. Then, she proceeded to start the day 
following the flag pledge. 

"Students, we're going to be doing some writing during class time today," 
she began, "I'd like to have you all listen carefully to what I have to 
say-would you?" 

"Yes," they all replied enthusiastically, except for one young Mexican boy 
who sat in the rear of the room, and said, "No-" 

She tried not to pay any attention to the lone dissenter, but his hot brown 
eyes riveted on her, and she could almost feel him undressing her. 

Glancing down at her seat charge, she checked out his name, "Manuel 
Ladesma," she read, and she felt a strange pang go through her, when she 
glanced up at his penetrating eyes hot on her. 

"We can write about many things, but first I think we ought to open the 
subject to class discussion. How many of you would like to discuss your 
topics in class before you begin?" There was a show of hands, and she knew 
she had all of her students with her. 

"Alright, class," she smiled, "Let's begin. First, I want to ask you one 
thing-would you please raise your hands and let me acknowledge them and then 
we can make everything run along smoothly. I like to have everything in good 
order!" 

The students listened attentively, as she went through her paces. 

"Alright, you begin." 

"A blonde girl in the front started speaking. Again, she glanced down at her 
seating chart and read her name, "Lenora Ferguson," and then she proceeded, 
to listen to Lenora. 

"Well, I'm interested in sex," Lenora smiled, "I hope you don't mind if I 
write about one of our little week-end pajama parties." 

"I certainly don't want you talking about it in class," Miss Lee insisted, 
"If you feel the burning urge to write about your sexual feelings, I guess 
it wouldn't hurt anything." 

Another hand went up as Lenora Ferguson sat down. Then, the teacher 
recognized the young man who was standing. Glancing down at her seating 
chart, she wondered who he was. She noticed his name, Bill Harper, as she 
listened to him talking. 

"Teach, can I tell about the first broad I ever laid?" he smiled. 

"If that's the most uplifting experience in your life, well-go ahead and 
write about it." 

The whole class was responding now. They could see that Miss Lee was indeed 
no prude, and they were responding. 

"Go to work," she said, "I think it would be better for you to write 
whatever you want to--and then I can tell you how you are doing from a 
grammatical standpoint. But, more conversation like this, and you will 
probably just repeat yourselves." Then, the students all began writing 
enthusiastically. 

Miss Lee wondered what she should do about Manuel. He just looked out the 
window. He seemed so shy, so timid, she decided she wouldn't embarrass him 
further in front of any of the students. The sensible thing to do would be 
to look his name up in the school card file and then see if she couldn't 
phone him at his home and talk to him confidentially. 

The day swept by swiftly, and then it was time for Drama Class. She decided 
it was time for a full cast rehearsal, and thus she could avoid any intimate 
contact with Jerry Winters. 

When the first Drama Class met, she announced, "Today, we'll begin full cast 
rehearsals for 'A Roman Scandal', and I want each student to have his 
costume on, and to know his lines. I'll work on blocking with each one of 
you." 

The students listened, and she began giving them the instructions, later, 
when they were in the Drama auditorium. "I want the boys to use the dressing 
rooms, one to five, and the girls, dressing rooms marked six to ten." 

The students broke up into male and female groups and went to the appointed 
dressing rooms. And then, she went out to the light panel, and set the 
lights for the stage play. 

She thought she heard someone out in the audience, and peeked out beyond the 
curtain to observe the Principal and his secretary, Miss Worthington 
stepping up to speak to her. They pushed the thick stage curtain aside, and 
came back, "How's everything?" the Principal boomed jovially. 

"Just fine, just fine," she smiled, "We're going into our first cast 
rehearsal," she explained. 

"Good," Miss Worthington commented, "I thought he ought to see what you're 
doing with our talented young people." 

Miss Lee knew all too well that could be taken two ways, but she also knew 
she couldn't afford to take it but one way. 

"We're doing all in our power to make it a really hilarious spoof of old 
Roman times," she laughed, "And I hope you enjoy it-" 

"I'm sure we will," the Principal smiled without humor, masking as best he 
could his true feeling of insecurity regarding Miss Lee's post as head of 
Drama that he'd given her. 

About five agonizing moments later, Miss Lee had the cast assembled on stage 
in their respective places. Jerry Winters appeared to be wearing shorts 
under his white Roman toga, and this made her feel less nervous. 

Then, she pulled the house curtains, and the students began. Jerry Winters 
had the first lines in the show, and he delivered them well. But, still 
there was always the fear, that his genitals might show if he wasn't dressed 
underneath, and she hoped she wouldn't excite him sexually today. 

Fortunately, all of the students went through their paces well, and only one 
student, Gloria Miller didn't know her lines. After it was all over, she 
whispered to Gloria as she went to the dressing room, "I want to see you 
after class-" 

"Alright, Miss Lee," Gloria answered nervously. She turned out the spots, 
and pulled the curtains open dramatically and stepped on stage. 

"How did you like it?" she asked out into the audience, and to her surprise, 
there was no answer-for the seats were vacant. It bothered her, and she 
tried to not let it upset her, but it was apparent now the Principal and 
Miss Worthington were not showing her any respect or consideration. 
Unannounced they could drop in, and then put her on the spot. When the 
students by and large had done well, they were gone-without any comment. 
Their silence was comment enough, and she didn't like it. 

After the students had gone, Gloria Miller waited for Miss Lee to talk to 
her. 

"You wanted to see me?" she said abruptly. 

"Yes, Gloria, I do want to talk to you about today." 

"What about today?" she said defiantly, "Didn't I please you, Miss Lee?" 

"You stumbled and stammered through your lines something awful and you know 
it," Miss Lee told her in no uncertain terms. "If you're going to do that to 
me, why don't you forget the show. You know who was out there today, don't 
you?" 

"I'm not interested." 

"Well, young lady, you should be. It was the Principal and his secretary. 
And they were really uptight." 

"About me? Or about you?" 

"What are you talking about, young lady?" 

"I think you know, or you should know-" 

"About what?" 

"You're the most far-out teacher in the whole school. Teachers aren't 
supposed to get so friendly with their students like you do. Anybody knows 
that, honey. Now, why don't you wise-up and quit feeding me a lot of crap. 
You don't like me because I'm in love with Jerry Winters." 

"What's that got to do with me?" 

"That's what I'd like to know," she said testily. "Jerry used to be my 
steady till he took this stupid Drama course from you." 

"I don't know what you're talking about?" 

"Oh, yes you do," Gloria smiled, "You have been giving him private tutoring 
on Saturday nights-no, you don't fool me, and Jerry doesn't either." 

"Don't you talk like that to me, young lady," Miss Lee snapped, "My interest 
in Jerry Winters is purely one as his teacher, I would never think of-" 

"That's a lot of bull. You've been ape for Jerry ever since he took this 
course, and let me tell you something, Teach-I'm gonna fight for him, you're 
not going to get your clammy paws on him forever. He'll fink to me, and then 
I'll raise a stink so bad, you'll wish you never heard of La Grady High. Do 
you read me, Teach?" 

"You're a demon," Miss Lee said evenly, feeling a sense of numbness engulf 
her, as she saw the headstrong young girl vowing to keep her young lover 
exclusively in her grasp. 

"Goodbye, Miss Lee, did you have anything more you wanted to see me about?" 

Silently, Miss Lee shook her head. She watched the girl walk out, and she 
saw her future walk out with her. 

And then, she wheeled about, and went to check the dressing rooms out. They 
were all vacant, but one, and there sat Jerry Winters bare naked, with a 
smile on his face. 

"For god sakes, get some clothes on," she spit at him furiously. 

"Don't get so uptight, Teach," Jerry smiled, stroking his enormous erection. 

"Did you hear that girl?" she demanded. 

"You mean my ex?" he smirked. 

"Gloria whatever her name is. Oh, god, I've got a mental block I hate that 
vicious little bitch so much." 

"Don't get jealous, Teacher, sweetheart, I've got my prick waiting for you 
right over here." 

"What in hell do I care about your prick for?" the teacher snapped, "How you 
do or how you don't get your kicks Jerry Winters is not my concern." 

Still smiling, and still stroking his rock-hard male member, he said, "Come 
over here." 

So angry, she felt she might tear it off him,, if she did walk over to him, 
she stood there shaking with rage. 

"Go to hell," she snapped 

"Teach, if I go to hell, you go right along with me." Trapped, tormented, 
and furious, she went over to him, and began pummeling his face. But Jerry 
was a strong young man, and he hastily got off the dressing room counter 
where he sat naked, and gripped her arms, and pinched them back. 

"Don't get violent, Teach," he smiled tensely, "Now, you get down on your 
knees, dammit, and give me a blow-job. Got that straight, have you?" 

The tears of rage streaked down her eyes. She knew now, that there was no 
way out. So, she immediately, dropped to her knees, while her husky, young 
punk of a student leaned over to lock the door. She took his huge penis in 
her hands, and pulled it to her mouth. 

"Suck on me," he begged, "Suck it off!" 

Once she had him in her mouth, and felt the massive head of the organ touch 
the back of her throat, she strangely felt a wave of sexual exultation go 
through her. 

"Ohhh, yes, baby, suck me," he begged her, and her mouth moved up and down 
his organ with piston precision. 

She used one hand to hold onto him, and the other hand to massage his 
testicles. He was totally turned on and drove it to her, with newfound 
force. Having seen her enraged, made her cry, and then forced her to submit, 
he felt some of the same excitement a rapist feels when he gets a woman to 
give into his wild, hot sexual demands. 

"That's a good cocksucker, Teacher," he smiled as he saw her do her thing, 
once he'd forced her to go down on him. Back and forth her mouth moved, as 
she sucked on his young, virile organ. 

"Ohhhh, baby, suck me, suck me," he begged, feeling the hot excitement of 
being sucked off flashed through him. 

And then the sperm shot of his mouth, and hurtled down her throat. 

"Ahhhh, ohhh, faster, sucker, faster," he groaned in delight as she gobbled 
down his penis-juice. She did enjoy this part of the relationship, and when 
she got off her knees, and looked up into his face, her anger was gone. 

"You're a wild cocksucker, Teach," he said gently. 

"And you're a horny stud-but I've told you we've got to watch ourselves. 
Now, we've got your girlfriend Gloria on us, and with the Principal, and 
dear Miss Worthington watching too-dear god, our goose is cooked." 

"No, it's not," he said assuredly, "If you and I play it cool, we can get by 
with all the fucking we want to." 

"If we play it cool," she reminded him, as he got down, naked, and still 
hard, and picked up his shorts and slid into them, and then his jeans, his 
shirt, and finally he put on his shoes and socks. 

As they walked out of the auditorium together, Gloria stood down the hall at 
her hall locker. A look of surprise, combined with outright rage flashed 
across her face as she looked at the two of them. 

"Well, hello," she said, "I hope you enjoyed it-both of you." 

Two tears rolled down her cheeks, and she looked away. For an awful moment, 
guilt surged through Miss Lee. She knew she was taking advantage of a 
strange situation, and the young girl friend Gloria was the loser. But, it 
wasn't her fault, she reasoned, so why should she feel guilty? 

"I'm sorry," she said softly, when they were on the second floor, heading 
for her classroom. 

"I broke up with that cheap slut when I found out what she'd been doing?" 

"What had she been doing?" 

"Fucking up a storm with all the cats in the neighborhood." 

"How awful," Miss Lee shook her head sadly, "I'm sorry, Jerry." 

"Aw, it's okay, I'm glad I broke up with her actually, because that got me 
involved with you, Teach." 

"But it isn't good for a teacher to have sex with a student," Miss Lee tried 
to make him understand. 

"Why isn't it any good?" 

"Because of the age differential," she said flatly. "I'm much too old for 
you, and it isn't fair." 

"Don't worry about that," he said, "You've got more on the ball than most of 
the chicks in high school, and you can think of more ways of doing it." 

"Is that good?" the teacher smirked. 

"I think so," Jerry nodded, and then she went into the classroom, and picked 
up her papers from the previous classes. She noticed the janitor had been 
near her desk, and she saw a strange smile on his face. She couldn't help 
but wonder if he'd looked at any of the papers. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

As Miss Lee hurried out of the school house, a thought flashed through her 
mind. She couldn't help think of Manuel Ladesma not agreeing to write one 
word during English class. This quiet defiance bothered her so much, she 
turned around and went back to the school and set about checking out the 
files. When she got to the student file records, she looked for Ladesma, and 
took down his house number-but there was no phone listed. She jotted all the 
information about him she could in her black notebook, and then left the 
school again. 

As she came to her car, she noticed Miss Worthington watching in the 
distance. She was grateful Jerry Winters had gone on, and yet she wondered 
why old hawk-eye had to always be peering at her, whether she was coming or 
going. 

"Hi, there," an intrusive voice called out, and she whirled around and saw 
Lenora Ferguson. The girl was grinning and about ready to burst out 
laughing. 

"Oh, Hi, Lenora-how are you? What's so funny?" 

"Have you read my English paper yet?" 

"Well, no, I plan to do that later tonight," she said casually. 

"That's all I wanted to know," the girl laughed, and walked away. Miss Lee 
looked down at the brief case where the girl's English paper was, and then 
up at the girl who was quite a distance, and shook her head. "Students, 
students," she said aloud, as she opened up her car door and got in. 

On the way home, she decided the only sensible thing to do would be to stop 
for dinner, and then she could drive by Manuel Ladesma's house on the east 
side and see if he was in or not. 

She picked a shopping center to stop at, and decided to do some shopping 
first. The new shops with their quaint, rustic storefronts pleased her. She 
liked their design, and what they had to offer. Then, she found a good 
restaurant, went in and decided she needed a couple cocktails before dinner. 

A dinner salad followed, and then the veal cordon bleau looked good to her. 
As usual, she carefully avoided getting any desserts, as she liked to keep 
her figure trim. 

She read the newspaper to have some kind of company, and the waiter kept 
smiling as if he'd like to put the make on her. She deliberately didn't 
smile back. He was a fat, balding, older man, and it burned her up to think 
every man regardless of age, size or whatever, would think he had the right 
to put the touch on her for sex! 

Going outside, she got into her car and decided to drive by Manuel Ladesma's 
house. As she approached the neighborhood, her heart sank. Everything looked 
so beat up and rundown, she felt grimy just being in the neighborhood. 

Then, she saw the house where Manuel lived. It was dark except for a single 
light in the living room, and the shades were partially drawn. 

Her curiosity got the better of her, and she decided it might indeed be a 
good thing to check on him and see if she could help him out. She parked her 
car, making it a point to lock it securely. Then, she got out and went up to 
his house. Manuel came to the door, and was wearing a tattered tee shirt, 
and some cords. 

"What you doing here?" 

"Manuel, I want to talk to your parents about your school work." 

"Come in," he said sullenly, and opened up the door. The teacher stepped 
into the living room, and she noticed how rundown everything looked. A 
12-inch teevee was in the corner, and a noisy fan was going to cool off the 
place. But, what really shook her was the sagging sofa which looked like 
rats had nibbled it to pieces. 

"Sit down, Teach," he said, motioning for her to sit in a worn-out wing 
chair. 

By now, she was fearful her response to this place was not the best. 
Nevertheless, she wanted to try to do something about his school work, so 
she persisted, "Could I speak to your parents?" 

"My mother is dead," he said quietly, "and my Dad works the graveyard shift, 
so what's new?" 

"Oh, I see," she said, and suddenly she thought she might as well confront 
the situation head-on. 

"Manuel," she began, "Could you tell me why you didn't write anything 
today?" 

He went on watching the television. Finally, he turned, and smiled at her, 
"Because I don't know the language, does that make sense?" 

"Oh, I'm so sorry-" 

"But I could tell you about my sexual experiences," he smiled crookedly, "If 
you want to hear about them, Teach-" 

When he said this, Miss Lee found herself going numb again. She remained 
silent, not wanting to insult him, yet not wanting to urge him to disclose 
intimate things about himself. 

"Well," he began, "I got broken in real young. My Daddy was bringing home 
his wild chick, and when he'd finish screwing her, he'd go to sleep. But, 
she'd come into my bedroom and jump in the sack with me." 

"That's too bad," Miss Lee said what she thought she was supposed to say at 
this point. 

"No," he said, shaking his head, "It was very nice." 

"But, you were just a young boy." 

"Fourteen is old enough to fuck," he said flatly, "And you know what, Teach, 
long as we're both leveling, I'd sure as hell like to fuck you." 

Now, she was beside herself. She got up, feeling her throat go dry, and 
started to step toward the door. 

Instantly, Manuel sprung toward the door. 

"No, Teach-don't go and leave me alone. I'm so tired of being alone and 
masturbating looking at those big tit Playboy broads." 

"I-I don't know what to say." 

"You don't have to do anything. I'll do it all," he argued, "I'm good at it 
too. You should just see the size of my prick, Teach. Why won't you?" 

As she made a dart for the door, he beat her to it, and threw himself at 
her. She felt his huge penis pressing against herself, and she felt hot 
desires flash through her. How, she'd love to teach this young tiger a thing 
or two about sex. He certainly needed the stimulation, and she knew very 
well what she could do for him to bring him to orgasm. 

"Oh, Teach, you're so beautiful," he sighed, "You even smell good. I'll do 
anything you want me to, I'll even eat your pussy out if you like that-" 

His eyes flashed, his body sweat began streaking down his face, and his arms 
wrapped around her. 

"Let me, let me," he begged. "I mustn't." 

"Why not." 

"You're a minor." 

"I'm a man," he declared, and then mustering up all of his courage he 
decided he'd prove his point. His lips met her lips and soon they were 
involved in a hot Frenching session. Then, she couldn't hold out any longer. 

"When does your father get home?" 

"Four o'clock tomorrow morning," he smiled excitedly, "That should give us 
plenty of time, shouldn't it?" 

The two of them went to the bedroom without saying another word. Manuel 
wisely locked the door, pulled all the shades, and turned out the living 
room light. 

In the bedroom, he hesitantly undressed, almost as if he felt ashamed of his 
naked body. The teacher by now was curious to find out just how much of a 
man he was-size-wise. She didn't have long to wait, for when he'd slipped 
out of his pants, and shirt, the huge penis stuck out of his shorts. 

"Oh, Wow," she blurted, "How long is that thing?" 

Going over to him, she looked at it closely, examining its veins, the huge 
head, and marveled at the overall thickness of it. It was brown, just like 
his body, but it was indeed a penis any man could be proud to possess. This, 
she thought is an opportunity to say something that could make him feel 
good. She seized the opportunity, and his penis at the same time. 

"Oh, Teacher, does that ever feel good." 

"Don't call me teacher," she begged him, "Just call me Susan, and I'll call 
you Manuel." 

"Alright, Susie," he smiled, "but you haven't finished undressing." 

Susan went back to undressing, and then she let her breasts push against his 
penis as she sat on the edge of the bed. Giving this young man his kicks was 
a super-charged sensation for Susan, for it allowed her to feel it was 
"first-time" all over again. 

"Do you like that sensation?" she asked him eagerly, anxious to excite and 
delight him anyway she knew how. 

"Oh, yes, yes, I do," he assured her. Then, she suggested, "I've got some 
other things I can do to you I think you'll enjoy just as much-get up on the 
bed." 

Obediently, he got up on the bed, naked as a jaybird, and she followed him. 

"What do you want me to do now?" 

"Just lie there," she smiled, "and I'll show you-first, spread your legs out 
so I can make love to you all over." 

Manuel spread his lean brown, muscular legs, and she reached up to get a 
pillow. Wadding up the pillow, she placed it beneath his buttocks. 

"What are you going to do now?" 

"You'll find out," she smiled, and then she crouched at her handsome, young 
Mexican student's genitals. Her hand seized his huge penis, and her mouth 
moved down to his tight anus. Then, her tongue swept out, and she began 
licking all around his hot asshole. Now, Manuel was going out of his gourd, 
experiencing sensations he never before knew existed. 

"Oh, Teach, you're driving me crazy," he blurted, "Ohhh, ahh, I like 
that-keep it up, Teach-keep it up." 

She didn't take time to tell him to call her Susan. Apparently, he was so 
used to thinking of her as a teacher, he couldn't make the switch that 
quickly. But that didn't stop her hot tongue from lashing around his asshole 
one slippery-sucking second. Not at all. From the wiggle in his buttocks, 
she knew he was enjoying himself, and she stiffened her tongue, and jabbed 
with new-found force up his hot asshole. 

"Oh, yes, tongue-fuck it, tongue-fuck it, Teach," he begged her, his firm, 
round ass wiggling all over the pillow. 

As her hot tongue savagely thrust inside his tight, quivering anus, her hand 
gripped his tremendous sized tool, and she pumped it up and down vigorously. 

"Yes, yes, Teacher. Grab that cock. Pull it, pull it off. Ohhhhh, ahhhh, 
yes-hot mamafuck it!" 

Now, his ass wiggled so much, her tongue slid out. But, it didn't take her 
long to get it back in because he loved the sensation so much, he waited 
motionless until she had it gliding in and out smoothly once more. "Suck 
it-suck eeeet!" 

As she felt his balls agove her, bouncing on her forehead, she was suddenly 
seized with the passionate pull to lick them, suck them in her mouth and 
enjoy them. So, she slipped her tongue out, and let it tickle his nuts. 

"Ohhhh, I like that too," he gasped in delight. "Teacher, fucker-suck on my 
nuts." 

Somehow, his calling her dirty names intrigued, and excited her at the same 
time. She opened her mouth, and let one of his large-sized testicles slip 
inside. Then, she released it and took the other one. This was followed by 
some gentle sucking movements, and soon he reached down and held her head as 
she took both balls in her mouth and sucked on them. 

Manuel had never known so many sensations existed. He had imagined women 
licking his cock, and sucking it off. But he'd never thought about anybody 
stopping to eat his ass out, but once he'd experienced the super-suck 
sensation, he realized there was a lot-a lot of wonderful things-he had to 
learn about sex. 

Releasing his ball sack, she licked the underside of the huge penis. She 
couldn't help but marvel anew at its exciting size. Then, she finally capped 
the crown of it with her mouth, and slowly let her tongue slide along its 
smooth surface, dipping her tongue gently in its small opening. Instantly, 
he released some clear cum, and she licked it, enjoying its taste. 

Manuel embraced her with his thighs, enjoying the sensations of having a 
woman go down on him. It made him feel so manly, so dominant, so eager to 
let someone share his sexual secrets. He was tired of pulling off his penis, 
tired of wishing he could find some chick who'd fuck with him. But, his 
father had caught him once playing around with one of his Saturday night 
fuck session women, and nearly killed him. So, he'd had to lay low for some 
time, and return to imagination, and masturbation. But, he'd have his eyes 
on Miss Lee for some time. He'd developed enough to know what a good lay 
represented, and for him Miss Lee became the ultimate sex object. Little did 
he know he had a lot of competition for her cunt. 

"Suck my prick," he gasped, "Suck it!" 

Miss Lee's head bobbed up and down on his young and virile organ. She 
jiggled his balls while she sucked his penis. 

"That's it, suck it-suck that dick. Eat it, eat it cocksucker, eat it," he 
found himself demanding. 

"Ahh, ohhh, yes, suck me, suck it off. Eat my prick juice-I'm loaded, 
Teacher, sucker-suck it!" 

Suddenly she felt the hot sperm spurting down her throat. Pulling off it so 
she could taste him, he held her tightly. 

"Don't pull off," he insisted, little realizing all she wanted to do was 
suck his juice out so it would land in her mouth, allowing her the 
satisfaction she sought of tasting him. Finally it was over, and she pulled 
off. 

"That was great, Teach, it really was," he smiled, but there was one thing 
still posing a problem, the penis that wouldn't go down. 

"Does that thing stay up all the time?" she asked in surprise. 

"Only when I'm real turned-on," he grinned proudly, "And I guess you turn me 
on!" 

That did it for her. She was eager to please him, and she knew one way that 
really would. "How would you like to get on top of me and fuck it?" she 
smiled. 

"I'd love that," he assured her, and then she lay on her back, and spread 
her legs invitingly. Reaching down she massaged her vagina. He smiled, and 
straddled her quickly, his huge penis pointing at her slit. 

"Let me guide you in," she insisted, reaching out for the head of his penis. 
With her hand, she guided him into her hole. Once he was inside of her, he 
rammed it hard-on, giving her the sensations she sought so eagerly. 

"I'll snap my pussy for you," she smiled up at her horny student, "Ohhh, I 
like to grab it with my cunt-can you feel it when I do that?" 

"Yes, yes, I can, and it feels fantastic." 

Her hands went out and she began massaging his buttocks. He liked the feel 
of her hands on him, and he wiggled his ass in excited pleasure. 

"I'll show you another sensation," she said eagerly, as she pulled his 
buttocks apart, and slid a finger up his hot, tight asshole. He loved that, 
and then with her other hand, she massaged his prostate. Now, Manuel was 
getting loving like he only dreamed about before. He brushed his chest 
across her soft titties, and let his mouth press down on hers. 

"That's it, lover," she said, "drive it up there! I like it-shove it all up 
there, honey." 

Manuel Ladesma drove his rock-hard penis up her cunt, and with 
ever-increasing thrusts was bringing her to a shattering climax. 

"Fuck-fuck-fuck," she begged him, "Ohhh, like that! Now, you're doing it." 

Manuel was quickly learning how to pace his penis thrusts so he could 
produce the most pleasure possible. And, she was enjoying it completely. 

With her finger sliding up his tight anus, she was guiding him as he gave it 
to her. 

"Ohhhh, hot mama, that's it," he groaned in delight, as she felt the velvet 
cunt muscles gripped his penis tightly, then just as suddenly released it. 
The alternating action of Susan Lee's well trained cunt produced much 
excitement in her young and eager student. 

"Ohhh, that's the way I like it. Again! Faster! Ohhhhh, ahhhhh! Harder!" 

It was as if her young student couldn't get enough action out of her hot, 
vibrating body. With his chest continuing to brush across her breasts, and 
her finger gliding up his tight, quivering anus, while his throbbing penis 
drove savagely up her vagina, it was as if she couldn't get enough action. 

"Tongue-fuck me," she begged him, opening her mouth, as his mouth closed in 
on hers, and his tongue flicked against her tongue in an ever-increasing 
pace. 

"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, that's it!" he panted, as he came to climax, and the 
hot plunger exploded in her twisting, gyrating vagina. 

"Ahhh, ohhhh. Again!" he cried, as he kept shooting his load off inside her. 
She felt bathed in the warm glow of his sperm, and her head rolled back and 
forth on the pillow. m 

"Keep it up, Teach, keep it moving," he whimpered, as if he couldn't get 
enough of her cunt action. 

At last, it was over, and he lay there on top of her, not wanting to move. 
Even his weight didn't bother her now. She liked the feeling of his body 
upon her, and she slowly eased her finger out of his anus, and let her hands 
gently massage his firm, round, young buttocks. 

"I knew it would be like fourth-of-July with you," he smiled, "You've got a 
real hot body, and I knew you'd be a wild fuck." 

"I-I really shouldn't have let you screw me," she smiled up at him. 

"I'm a man," he said knowingly, "And a man has to have some action now and 
then. This is better for me than the hand-jobs." 

"Yes, it is," she said, kissing the side of his face softly, and then he 
began kissing her, pepping her face with teasing little kisses, as if he 
couldn't express his appreciation quite enough. 

"You're beautiful," she smiled, "But I must be going." 

"Promise me, one thing," he begged, "Promise me, we can make it again." 

"I'll try," she said earnestly, "But I do have a boyfriend, you know." 

"I'm sure you do," he nodded, "A woman as sexy as you would have a lot of 
boyfriends." 

For a moment what he said hit her hard. She wondered if he might know about 
Jerry Winters and his brother. She tried to pass it off, not wanting to 
betray her feelings for one moment. 

And then she noticed he was still hard. 

"What on earth are we going to do about you?" she teased, reaching for his 
rod, gripping it, and then stroking it suddenly. 

"I don't know," he smiled, "but I've got some wild ideas." 

"Would you like it if I let you put your wild ideas into practice?" 

"Would I ever," the young Mexican boy enthused, as he started massaging his 
penis, he was that excited. 

"I've always wondered what it would be like to fuck somebody up the 
asshole," he smiled, almost embarrassed to reveal his secret sexual desire. 

"Oh, Manuel," she giggled, "Most men do like to try a few variations. If you 
think you'd enjoy giving it to me from behind, I'm game." 

"How do you do it?" 

"You know how," she laughed, "I get on all fours dog-style, and you grease 
your dick with vaseline, and drive it up there." 

"Alright," he smiled, his throbbing penis jutting out before him, as he 
headed for the bathroom to hunt for some vaseline. He found the small bottle 
and brought it back to the bedroom with him, and massaged it all around the 
head of his penis. 

"Put some around my asshole," she urged him. Manuel felt a bit strange 
dipping his finger into the vaseline jar, and then putting some on the head 
of his penis, and now running his greasy finger around his teacher's anus. 
Nevertheless, he realized he had to do it if he was going to satisfy her 
because he realized she didn't want to have it hurt too much. When he'd 
finished, he mounted her, grasping her round buttocks, and prying them apart 
slowly. 

"That's a big one you've got," she reminded him, "so take it easy!" 

"I'm going slow, Teach," he smiled, as he watched himself sliding between 
her buttocks. 

Finally, he got it right to the tight anal ring, and it wouldn't move any 
further. 

"I-I guess I'm going to have to shove it," he told her, not knowing how to 
do it with the least possible pain. 

"Alright, if you can't ease it in, shove it!" She bit her lip, knowing that 
any moment the pain would be flashing through her, as his penis plunged 
inside her. Finally, he drove it up there with full force, and she cried out 
in pain, "Oh, god, that hurts!" 

Manuel suddenly discovered, he enjoyed hearing her cry of pain, and he 
enjoyed driving his penis up her like this. And finding this out, gave him 
new force to ram it up there faster. 

"Oh, baby, I like your tight asshole," he told her frankly, "It really turns 
me on to give it to you from behind." 

"Faster!" she cried, "Harder!" 

Seeing how intensely, she enjoyed it too really excited him, and he drove it 
up there with new-found force. Bending over, he let his chest touch her 
back, and his hands instinctively found her breasts. With his full hands he 
massaged them, and then his fingertips pinched the nipples. 

"Ann, ohhh, yes, yes," she begged, as she felt him sliding smoothly in and 
out of her now. "You like it, huh." 

"Yes, faster!" 

He drove himself faster inside her, enjoying it when her anal muscles 
gripped his sliding tool. 

"Fuck it, Teacher," he gasped, "Fuck it!" 

Now he bore down on her, and hammered away. 

"That's it, give it to me," she begged, "Ohhh, yes like that." She churned 
her buttocks around, and his penis went on stabbing her there. Then, she 
decided to twist. By sharply grinding to the right, she gave him new 
sensations, and then gyrating to the left, finishing with a good grind, she 
was driving Manuel out of his mind. 

He pulled up, and let his hands play with her buttocks while he drove it to 
her. 

"Watch in the mirror," she told him, and Manuel's dark brown, lustrous eyes 
glanced at the mirror. The sight he saw excited him intensely. He liked 
seeing his long, brown penis sliding smoothly in and out of her upturned 
blonde buttocks. He rammed it in to the hilt, and watched the balls bouncing 
on her buttocks. 

"Fuck off," she urged him, eager to feel the hot spray of sperm that would 
flash out of his penis in another moment. "Give it to me, Manuel-fuck it!" 

Manuel's manhood thrust inside her once more, and his hot cock exploded. 

"Oh, grab it, milk it, squeeze it out," he begged her, as his shooting penis 
gave her the thrills she desired. Manuel kept thrusting, enjoying himself 
intensely. 

"Oh, Teacher, you're too much," he sighed, "I never had it so good." 

Finally, he was through, and the wild, hot fucking session was finished. 

He pulled out of her, and went to the bathroom to wash himself off. When he 
came back, his penis hung limp between his legs. Miss Lee looked at it, and 
smiled, "At last!" 

"I can get it up for one more time," he assured her. 

"No, Manuel," she sighed, "I've given you enough loving-but you can do 
something I'd like-" 

"What's your sex hang-up." 

"I like to be licked, and sucked all over," she smiled. 

"Sounds like an easy assignment, Teach," he grinned, as he got on the bed 
and lay beside her. "Matter of fact, I'll start right now." He began licking 
her lips, using his mouth as a suction cup, while his hand brushed against 
her breasts. While he did this, she reached for his flaccid penis, and she 
began feeling of it, trying to bring it back to life. 

Manuel moved from her face to her breasts, and he brushed the side of his 
face against them, as he turned his head from side to side, always smiling 
up at her. 

"You're beautiful," she whispered, as her hands roamed through his hair. 
Then, he let his tongue sweep across her large breasts, and when he brought 
his teeth down on the erect nipple, she knew he was indeed a hot-blooded 
Latin-lover. 

"I like that," she moaned, in delight, her body twisting in spasms of 
sensual delight. "Do me some more." 

Manuel tried another sucking technique, she also enjoyed. By letting his 
mouth hang open, he sucked in her breast, and then he continued sucking on 
it like a hungry baby. This had 

Susan Lee so excited, she was clawing at his back. 

As her clawing became more intense, and he realized his back was starting to 
become streaked with blood, he stopped her short, "Hey beautiful," he asked 
her, "You know what you're doing?" 

Susan Lee's eyes turned toward the mirror, and there she saw the sight of 
blood on his back where she'd scratched him in her sexual frenzy. 

Then, she started to cry, "Oh, Manuel, I didn't mean to hurt you-honest I 
didn't." 

"Don't cry, Teach," he pleaded, "I know you didn't-you just got so turned 
on." 

"Let me lick the blood off your back, baby-" 

"No, you don't have to do that." 

"I want to, Manuel. Please let me." 

When Manuel recognized how intensely, she desired this kind of sexual 
experience, he turned over, and lay on his stomach. She let her breasts fall 
on his back, as she clutched at him, and it gave her a wonderful feeling to 
let her tongue lick Manuel's dark red blood. 

Finally, his back was clean, and her breasts were pushing on his buttocks. 

"That's a real nice sensation," he turned to tell her as he watched her huge 
breasts crushing against his firm, round behind. 

"You like it too?" she smiled. He nodded. "Well, if you don't mind I'll do 
my thing here for a minute or two like I want you to do me." 

She massaged his prostate, and started licking all around behind his 
testicles, and then her tongue slid between his buttocks, and soon she was 
stiffening her tongue and stabbing it up his hot, tight asshole. 

"Ohhh, that's beautiful," he groaned, twisting his buttocks about as the 
delightful sensations excited him no end. She got him to a fever pitch of 
excitement, and then she took her tongue out, and told him, "Now, that's 
like I want you to do me." 

She turned over on her back, and raised her legs high in the air, slipping a 
pillow quickly under herself. Manuel got the point of what she expected, and 
he brought his face down in her genitals, and went to work. His tongue began 
to lick all around her quivering, tight anus. For some reason, he didn't 
drive it up there, and so she told him, "Manuel, lover-the way to do it is 
to stiffen your tongue and jab it up there." 

Manuel listened, and he stiffened his tongue and with a sudden thrust let it 
slide smoothly up her. 

"Oh, yes, fuck it," she begged, and he suddenly realized that his stiffened 
tongue had become like a small, thrusting penis. He tongue-fucked her like 
this for a few seconds, and he opened his eyes to examine her genitals. He 
was eager to see what her vagina looked like close-up, and his 
tongue-fucking action gave him this opportunity. The curly, golden hair of 
her moist triangle stimulated him so much, he tore his tongue out of her hot 
asshole, and began sliding it along her slit. Miss Lee's body became so 
excited she quivered, and begged him to give her what she wanted so badly. 

"Oh, lover," she groaned, as she twisted about on the bed, "Eat me-lick me!" 

Instinctively, Manuel knew exactly what to do. He let his tongue jab inside 
her, and he probed the walls of her vagina. This made Susan start to come. 
He tasted her, and got so stimulated, he reached up to pinch her erect 
nipples. Miss Lee felt she should guide him now, "Baby, keep your tongue 
flicking back and forth on my clit." 

Manuel let his tongue lick quickly back and forth, back and forth on her 
there. 

"Faster," she begged, as her arms reached out and her head rolled from side 
to side, as she looked up, totally turned-on with her young student's tongue 
movements. 

But, such a pitch of passion can never last for long. How she wished that 
this fabulous moment could last, but try as she would, it had to zip by and 
she knew it. 

"Oh, baby, do me, do me," she urged, and he pressed his entire mouth over 
her snatch, and sucked as she juiced. 

"Eat it, eat my pussy," she begged him excitedly, as her love juices came 
rushing into Manuel's mouth, and his hands continued playing with her 
breasts. 

After he'd finished sucking her, he pulled off and licked his lips 
appreciatively. Then, he smiled up at her, and asked eagerly, "How was I?" 

"Manuel, you did a great job! I wouldn't mind getting in your bed anytime." 

"You really mean it, Teach?" he asked her eagerly. 

"Yes, of course, I do," she smiled at him, and he left her genitals, and 
came up and started kissing her again. 

"You still hard?" she laughed. 

"Yes, I am," he said, "and I don't know what to do about it." 

"Well, baby, you've fucked my cunt, given it to me from behind, and let me 
suck you off, and then you ate me, so what's left?" 

"I can think of one thing we haven't done," he smiled. 

"What on earth is it?" 

"Well, I overheard my Dad one night when he had this cheap pickup one 
Saturday night, and he fucked her in the armpits." 

"Fucked her armpits?" 

"Sure, it's a real groovy way to make it, haven't you ever heard of anybody 
doing it like that?" 

"I'm afraid I'll have to admit I haven't," she said quietly, "But if you 
will tell me how it's done, I'll try it." 

"It takes a little practice, I suppose, but this slut knew just how to do it 
for Dad. You see, she moved her arm back and forth real fast, while he was 
fucking her armpit." 

"I'll try it. You get your cock up here, and I'll move my armpits anyway you 
like, okay?" 

"Okay," Manuel smiled, as he straddled her at this unusual angle. He 
couldn't begin to get all of his cock up her small armpit, but he could get 
enough of it up there to produce a super sensation. 

"Now, move your armpits, Teach," he begged her as he got the hang of it. 

"like that?" 

"Yes," he replied, "Faster!" 

The teacher moved her armpit faster, and faster, trying to accommodate her 
student, and keep him excited. 

"Play with my nuts," he smiled down at her. Her hand reached down and she 
massaged his testicles while he drove it up her. 

"Ohhh, that's nice," he panted, as he pushed the head of his penis in and 
out of her armpit. 

"Fuck me," she giggled, "Fuck my armpit, fucker, fuck it good!" 

If there was one thing, Manuel liked about Miss Lee, it was her complete 
candor when she was engaged in the act. She liked to try everything, and she 
did it all so well, he realized it was something else to give her his fucks. 

"Oh, now, now, I'm coming," he panted, and the penis exploded in her armpit, 
as she continued moving it up and down, up and down, accommodating him the 
best she knew how. 

She held his ball sack while he shot his rocks off. Then, she let it hang 
and she opened her arm. He pulled out, and lay beside her a brief moment. 

Kissing her gently on the forehead, he said, "Thanks, Teach-I needed this 
fucking more than you'll ever know." 

"That's alright," she said, "I guess we all need to fuck up a storm now and 
then." 

"Did I satisfy you?" 

"Yes," she smiled gently up at him. 

Then, he got off the bed and went into the bathroom and took a shower. She 
followed him a moment later, and when he was through, she got in the shower 
herself. After it was over, she dressed, and looked at the clock. 

"Oh, it's one o'clock," she said, "I'd better split." She looked at him one 
tense moment, and said simply, "For god's sake, Manuel, don't tell anybody 
what we've just done tonight." 

Coming over to her, he looked at her earnestly, and whispered, "I'd never 
tell anybody-it was beautiful-and what we did is just between you and me. I 
don't give a damn about anybody else and what they think. All I know is what 
I feel, and I knew I had to get my rocks off tonight when I saw you standing 
at my door." 

"I felt the same thing when I saw you," she said sincerely, "I guess I'm 
just oversexed. I shouldn't be a teacher at all. I should resign." 

"Oh, don't say that," Manuel said, his forehead wrinkling, "I don't want you 
to think because we balled tonight, you've got to give up your teaching-" 

"It isn't just that," she said, turning toward the door, "but I don't think 
I'm cut out for this kind of work." 

"What do you think I should do?" 

"I could name one thing, but it wouldn't be nice," he smiled. 

"Goodnight, Manuel," she smiled, and then she turned and walked out the 
door. Getting in her car, she noticed there was a full moon in the sky. She 
turned on the car radio and listened to the "Mame" and she snapped her 
fingers as she listened to the music. 

"You're a damned fool," she said aloud, "You can't get by with this 
forever." 

Then, she turned the music up louder to drown out the sound of her own 
thoughts, which troubled her now. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

When she got home, she went to bed and got a good nights sleep, and the next 
morning she felt alive and happy again, and tried to shove aside any 
disturbing thoughts. But one thought wouldn't leave her-what if the 
Principal caught on to what she was doing. This thought continued to haunt 
her as she fixed her blender breakfast, and headed for school. Yet, when she 
came to school there wasn't a sign of anything wrong. Even Miss Worthington 
didn't notice her walk in, and the Principal was in his office. 

"Good morning, Miss Lee," students greeted her as she went to her classroom 
door and opened it. And nothing seemed to bother her until her free period 
when she began reading the stories of her students. 

Lenora Ferguson had done quite a bit of writing, and as she read what she 
had to say, she flipped out: "I suppose it all began when I used to attend 
those pajama parties for kids. 

Mom and Dad didn't object because it was just girls, but little did he know 
what went on. Instead of wearing pajamas, we would go bare naked. You see we 
always made it a point to tell the parents not to bother us in the bedroom, 
and once when the parents were gone, we girls tried having sex with each 
other. We learned we could have a ball eating pussy, and understood why the 
boys like to go down on us. But, it wasn't long before we widened our little 
pajama party get-togethers to free-for-alls where boys could come to, and 
get their rocks off. It was here I really learned about sex." 

She put the paper aside and picked up the paper Bill Harper had written. 
Bill began by saying, "I don't think there is anything wrong with kids 
having their sex kicks. After all, a boy can have just as much sex-power as 
an eighteen year old and sometimes more. It isn't right to fasten an age 
onto sexual maturity, when Mother Nature has made each boy and each girl 
ripe for sex at a different age. For example, I was ready to get my rocks 
off at fifteen-and did. 

I was living at my aunt's place, and she was one gorgeous piece of ass, much 
too much for my Uncle Harry to handle. When he was gone on a business trip 
for a week I decided it was time to try my luck and getting a piece of ass 
of her. 

The problem was I didn't have any idea how to go about it. But, finally one 
Saturday night when I'd been jerking on it, and almost there, I decided that 
the thing to do was to face it-go in and stand there bare ass naked with my 
dong standing right up and asking for it, so I did just that. 

But, she was sound asleep, so I couldn't surprise her that way. The only 
sensible thing I figured was to surprise her and slip in bed with her so 
that was what I did. I threw the covers back, and slid in bed with her, and 
pressed my prick against her. She didn't put up any big objection, and to my 
great surprise, she started kissing me all over like I never been kissed 
before. And then she reaches down there, and feels of it. It didn't take 
that hot cunt long until she was down there between my legs herself. She 
pulled my prick into her mouth and started sucking on it. This drove me out 
of my mind. I'd never had anybody give me a blow-job before, and to feel her 
hot mouth sliding back and forth on my dirty old prick, drove me crazy. I 
told her right out, 'Suck it, honey-suck it off!' 

'That's it,' I panted as I pushed it to her. It touched the back of her 
throat, and then I drove it down her throat. I was surprised at myself for 
the way I was going to town on my first piece. 

'Suck me, suck me,' I begged her, and she did alright. She hung on my thighs 
like I never knew a woman could. And she got me so hot, I couldiTt take much 
of that fucking around. And then, I drove it down her throat and my hot cum 
exploded while I was throat fucking her. 

But, when she finished sucking on my joint, I couldn't get it to go down 
like it usually did when I finished jerking off. But, she didn't care one 
iota, ndt her. She was a hot-blooded honey, and when I rolled over on my 
back, she got on top. I didn't have to do a thing. She slid down on my dong, 
and wiggled her ass around in a hurry. Then, I caught on how they do it. 
Reaching up, I played with her titties, and pinched the nipples. We were 
really riding the old pole, and I couldn't hang on long. I got my gun off, 
and she squeezed my juicy dick in her hot cunt. 

When her husband came back, of course I had to find me some other outlet. 
Next door there was this hot cunt stripper who lived by herself, and I 
decided to keep her company one night when she got off work about three in 
the morning. My aunt and uncle were gone, so I slipped out of the house, and 
went around to the backyard, and pried a screen off, and got in a window. I 
waited in the dark for her, and she got the shock of her life when I jumped 
up bare butt naked and tells her I'm going to tear off a piece. 

She was angry at first, but when she saw how well hung I was and recognized 
I was the next door neighbor kid, she smiled, '"Damned if you ain't a man 
already," she chuckled, and slipped out of her clothes. When I got a load of 
the pair of the knockers, she had on her, I knew why she was working at the 
'Sometime House' bar as a stripper. She had a wild wiggle, and I followed it 
over to her bed, where she got on and spread those legs for me. She began 
massaging herself down at her vagina, and I got so excited I went down there 
and began licking all around her cunt. Soon, she didn't have to tell me a 
damned thing. Mom Nature took over, and I drove my hot tongue up her hole, 
and fucked her with it. 

Don't think she didn't like it too. She was so wild about the way I ate her 
cunt out, she suggested we try a sixty-nine. And so I moved around so she 
could let me feed her my cock, and at the same time I could suck her juicy 
pussy. It was a beautiful arrangement. The double action really stimulated 
me. 

'Suck on it,' I cried out passionately as the thrills raced up and down my 
spine. 'Ohhh, yes, that's it, suck on my cunt-suck it,' I begged her. And 
how she sucked. She'd take the whole joy stick in her mouth, and then slide 
way off it, and just keep her mouth on the head like a suction cup. It was 
tremendous to watch her while I ate her at the same time. We both enjoyed 
sex, and I had an idea she was a hustler, as well as being a stripper. The 
way, she grabbed the cock, and the know-how she had when she massaged my 
nuts, and played around with my ass clued me in. 

And I liked the way she knew how to suck on my joint. She had a kind of 
sucking style that my aunt didn't know anything about. By letting her lower 
lip drag over the head of my cock, she made it feel fantastic. I wanted to 
drive it down her throat, as she'd gotten me so hot I had to throat-fuck 
her, and finish it off. 

At the same time, I was turning-on with her pussy. When I'd jab my tongue 
around inside her, and make little flicking motions against her clit, she'd 
wiggle around like she was going out of her gourd. And I'd let my tongue 
lick the walls of her vagina. 

We developed a rhythm all our own, and soon we were about out of our minds 
like two sex-maniacs. 

And then it happened! I will never forget it. We made it together on target. 
I loved her for loving me like this. It was beautiful. 

As I sucked her cunt juices, she gobbled my prick. We hung-on like this for 
about five minutes, neither of us wanting to release the other, we were 
enjoying it that much." 

Miss Lee put the paper down. She looked out the window, at the turning 
leaves starting to fall off the trees that shaded and protected the old 
brick schoolhouse. 

And a sadness surged inside her. Can't kids be just kids anymore? This 
question haunted her. Had movies, teevee, books turned them into a 
sex-obsessed bunch of young people? If all they could do was think about 
fucking, where would it end? 

It was time for the Drama periods now, and she took the papers and locked 
them up in her file cabinet, not wanting them to be seen by just anyone. She 
determined to speak to both Lenora Ferguson and Bill Harper about what 
they'd disclosed to her in their English papers. 

Then she picked up a few copies of her script for "A Roman Scandal" as the 
bell rang. The Romans had nothing on us she smiled, as she thought about the 
obvious display of youthful sex decadence. And then it hit her with sharp 
impact. Perhaps she too was a part of this decadence. Maybe she shouldn't be 
carrying on like this at all. 

As she stepped into the auditorium, she noticed the students were going to 
their appointed dressing rooms and posing no problem whatsoever. She was 
glad that they were doing what she wanted them to without any big fuss. And 
then she went through the two hour rehearsal. After it was all over, one 
student remained, "I want to talk to you, Teach," he said, "My brother can't 
make it Saturday night-but I can. 

"Oh, that's too bad," Susan Lee smiled, "I'd arranged for a girl friend of 
mine to join us." 

"That's alright with me," Jerry smiled, "Is she as good looking as you are?" 

"Almost, but not quite," she said, "That is a very bad question to pose to 
another female. Underneath, we're all feline and claw!" 

"Alright, then I'll see you two beauties Saturday night," he smiled, and 
then he turned around and was gone. But, before she could get out of the 
auditorium, Miss Worthington stepped in. 

"The Principal and I want to see you," she announced. 

"When." 

"Right away." 

"Where?" 

"In the Principal's office." 

A shiver of fear ran down her spine as she headed for the Principal's 
office. She didn't know what on earth he wanted to see her about, and it 
bothered her thinking it could well be someone had talked. Could it be 
Jerry? Could it be his brother? Oh, dear god, she thought--maybe it's 
Manuel! But, why on earth would they talk? Wouldn't they have a lot to lose 
if she quit having sex with them. 

All these thoughts and many thoughts like them raced through her mind 
causing her no little upset. 

But, she decided there was only one way to face the problem. That simply was 
head-on. So, she decided she would swallow hard, keep a stiff upper lip, and 
remain cool, and remote. Let them try to prove it, she thought. It's my word 
against theirs, and I'll defy them to make me quit teaching. They'll have to 
prepare for a nice court battle. I'm not giving up, she thought. Not quite 
yet. As she stepped into the Principal's office, she noticed Miss 
Worthington was standing behind his desk, looking down at a note pad where 
she'd made a lot of notes. No doubt she was the fly in the ointment; the 
Mata Hari of Le Grady High. 

"You wanted to see me?" she asked crisply. 

"Yes, sit down," the Principal said, no smile coming to his face at all. 

She sat down, and looked at him with clear blue eyes, doing her best to 
maintain her innocent pose. She was fighting for her survival, and she knew 
it all too well. 

"Hi," she spoke to Miss Worthington, as Miss Worthington shot her a cold 
glance and didn't answer. 

"Miss Lee," the Principal began, as Miss Worthington came out from behind 
his desk and sat down in a chair, "Miss Lee, I wish you'd understand it 
gives me great pain to ever find it necessary to have a talk like this with 
a teacher-" 

"I'm sure it does," Miss Lee smirked. 

"Well, it's been called to my attention that there have been some 
regularities in your classroom." 

"Irregularities?" 

"Yes," he nodded, "For one thing you assigned a paper on sex-did you not?" 

"Well, yes, and no," Miss Lee hedged. 

It was then, Miss Worthington joined in with her rejoinder, "My dear, you 
can't have it both ways-you either did or did not assign the students in 
your first period English class to write on their sexual experiences." 

"It happened like this." 

"I don't have time for needless gory details," the Principal grimaced. 

"Well, if you want it that way-yes, what was so wrong about that?" 

"Plenty," Miss Worthington assured her with the arched eyebrow indicating 
she meant business. 

"Sex is always a problem in a high school," the Principal explained, "These 
children are hot-blooded and they're eager to use their bodies as they see 
fit. We can't allow them this. If we did, the boys would probably be having 
intercourse with most of the girls-only a few fat ones would be left out." 

Miss Lee took this opportunity to give a glance at Miss Worthington's 
direction, as if to say, baby-you've never had anything to worry about in 
the rape department, have you? 

And then the Principal informed her, "We found it necessary to go up to your 
classroom, and use our office key to open your file cabinet-" 

"What?" Miss Lee gasped, changing color quickly, and Miss Worthington seized 
this opportunity to lash back. 

"My dear, we do this whenever we suspicion a teacher is betraying her noble 
trust-" 

"Yes that's right, if we think some teacher has, shall we say-gotten out of 
line-we find it necessary to help her get back in step, so to speak." 

"I get you," Miss Lee replied coldly, "Go on, Sherlock!" 

"How dare you talk to our Principal like that?" Miss Worthington flared in 
anger, and looked at the Principal squarely to see if he'd stand for her 
obvious insolence. 

"I know you're very upset about this, but don't get to uptight. I must warn 
you, Miss Lee. I have it in my power to fire you this instant--do you 
understand?" 

"Sure, go on," she snapped casually. "So what's new?" 

"These horrid, vile sex experiences of your two students, Lenora Ferguson 
and Bill Harper," he replied. 

"I found them amusing," she said quickly. 

"She would," Miss Worthington interjected. 

"They're far from amusing. And I hope I can bring you back to reason real 
quick-like as I will be forced to fire you instantly if-" 

As he said the word 'fire,' all the humiliation and embarrassment that could 
accompany such an act seared through her mind. It tortured her, to think of 
being thrown out of work because she hadn't listened to her own reason. 

"I see you can calm down," the Principal said, bringing the weight of both 
elbows on his desk, as he looked her squarely in the eye. 

"Yes, I can," she said quietly. 

"She's just trying to save her own skin," Miss Worthington contributed. 

"I'm going to have to make a report about this for the down town office," 
the Principal said, and then added, "I want you to tell your students you 
are sorry you made the assignment-" 

This hit her in the pit of the stomach. If only he'd be human enough to let 
her explain how she got into the predicament in the first place it would be 
so easy to understand. But, the way he presented it, she was the complete 
culprit. 

"All right," she assured him, "I'll tell them-" 

"What?" Miss Worthington smiled without humor. 

"I'll tell my first period English class I'm sorry I assigned them to write 
about their sexual experiences-is that legalistic enough for both of you?" 

"Don't get testy with me, young lady," the Principal sputtered, "I'm being 
very tolerant, and compassionate and so is Miss Worthington." 

Susan Lee nodded, and giving a side glance at Miss Worthington she observed 
the hypocritical look of goodness, and then she wanted to vomit, but there 
was no vomit bag provided for this shaky ride. 

"Is that all?" 

"Not quite," he said, "Your play, 'A Roman Scandal' is not the type of thing 
we have in mind for our Drama Department to present. Miss Worthington took 
it upon herself to read the entire play for us, and she warned us of 
possible consequences." 

Now, the nosey do-gooder was ready to give her own views, and she delighted 
in revealing how she felt about the whole matter. 

"Well, I don't think we need to go back to the most decadent period of 
history in man's past to find something for our young people. God knows 
we're crumbling quick enough without glorying in Rome's orgy-type 
existence." 

"You see, we've thought it over, and we've picked another play." 

"You have?" 

"Yes, 'Alice in Wonderland' is a great thing for the kids to think of. It 
utilizes imagination, and is a powerful play. So, Miss Worthington and I 
have taken it upon ourselves to order some copies of it for your Drama 
Class." 

"Thank you," Miss Lee said without feeling an ounce of gratitude. "As a 
matter-of-fact, I think you should have revived 'Rebecca of Sunnybrook 
Farm', wouldn't that be more pure?" 

"Don't get sarcastic," Miss Worthington told her in no uncertain terms. "And 
if you must know we did consider 'Rebecca of Sunny brook Farm' but felt 
perhaps many of Rebecca's farm scenes could be taken two ways." 

-Oh, no-" 

"Yes, Miss Lee," the Principal nodded, "you see, you don't vibrate like a 
teacher at all-" 

"Vibrate? Is that a pre-requisite too?" 

"In a way it is," he smiled, "You see we all have vibrations, and when we 
dwell on lower things, we vibrate in a low-key." 

"And I vibrate sex-" 

"When you wear skirts up to your navel, what woman wouldn't?" Miss 
Worthington asked in her finest syrupy tone. 

"I'm dressing in the way the styles are-I'm sorry." 

"So am I," the Principal said flatly, "Your dress has caused a lot of 
eyebrow raising." 

"And so-" 

"So, we're here to teach, and not titillate the hot young students," the 
Principal said, "It isn't one bit funny to throw on clothes that barely 
conceal the genitals, and expect them to act decent." 

"Absolutely," Miss Worthington added, "If you dress indecently, your 
students will start to think indecently-and I'm afraid-" 

"What are you trying to say?" 

"Never mind," Miss Worthington smiled, as she shook her head, "Aren't you in 
enough trouble for today?" 

"Are you trying to infer I'm having sex with my students?" Susan Lee cut 
loose, unable to hold back any longer. 

The Principal seized on this opportunity immediately. "Are you?" 

"Oh, dammit, no," she cried, and her body was wracked with sobs. But, her 
tears didn't bring any response from Miss Worthington, but a knowing nod, 
which the Principal picked up on instantly. 

"Why are you crying, my dear?" she asked. 

"You-both of you, I hate you, putting me on trial-for nothing-just because a 
girl wanted to write about herself and told her sex history-I have to 
suffer." 

"You're not going to make us believe that for one minute," Miss Worthington 
said curtly, "It might do you good to make a clean breast of anything else 
you've got on your conscience." For a flash Miss Lee thought it might indeed 
feel marvelous to tell the awful truth about her torrid sexual encounters 
with her students. But, as she raised her head, and looked through 
tear-streaked eyes at the Principal and at Miss Worthington, she realized 
anew how intensely she disliked both of them and she vowed she'd never tell 
them a thing. 

"Well-" the Principal said firmly, hoping he could get some information out 
of her. 

"Is there something between you and Jerry Winters?" Miss Worthington asked 
softly, hoping to try a new ploy to obtain the information she must have to 
fire her for good. 

"You're both out of your minds to talk to me like this," she finally said 
softly. "In the first place, I've been accused of things I can explain, and 
in the second place I'd never think of involving myself in an intimate 
manner with any student, at any time, at any place. Can you understand 
that?" 

And then she noticed something. The Principal had been doing something in a 
drawer to the right of his desk. And when she heard the telltale sound of 
the tape recorder stopping, their eyes met. And she realized the entire 
grilling had been taped, no doubt for her teacher expellation trail at a 
later date. 

"Can I go now?" she said angrily, realizing how wrong it, had been to weep, 
and practically tell them she was guilty. Her own conduct had become her own 
indictment. 

"I think you can," the Principal smiled, completely satisfied with what he'd 
accomplished. 

"Good day, Miss Lee," Miss Worthington smiled, and it was this damned smile 
she always had plastered on her hypocritical face that constantly drove her 
into a frenzy. Why didn't she try frowning for once? 

Miss Lee didn't say another word. Instead, she got to her feet, and held her 
head regally, and moved away from them both in a stoic silence that bothered 
her no end to maintain, but maintain it she did. She put her key back in the 
teacher's box outside, and went out of the office, and down the hall. She 
brushed a tear aside, and went across the campus to her car. And there was 
Jerry Winters sitting on the front fender. Her heart sank, and she turned 
around to see if anyone was watching. 

Her suspicion was rewarded with the sight of both the Principal and Miss 
Worthington standing on the front steps of the school, and looking directly 
at both of them. 

"Oh, Jerry," she sighed, "You mustn't come here! You mustn't!" 

"Why not?" 

"I'm in bad trouble. Please call me in about an hour or so, will you?" 

"Yes, yes, Teach-I'm sorry," he said sincerely, and his eyes clouded, as he 
caught the tears starting to roll down her cheeks. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

She drove home quickly, and Jerry walked slowly off the school campus, but 
then he saw the Principal running after him. 

"Jerry-Jerry," the Principal called to him. He wanted to ignore the voice, 
but didn't dare, for that could prove even more accusing. 

"Yes," he turned casually, "What's up?" 

"I want to talk to you in my office alone," he said, his breath coming 
short, as he'd run quite a distance to catch up with him. 

But when Jerry joined him, and walked into his office, he quickly discovered 
he was far from alone. There was Miss Worthington sitting there, smiling. 

"Jerry," the Principal said quickly, "I-I don't know how to ask you this-I 
mean, it's embarrassing for me too." 

"What your Principal is trying to say is this," Miss Worthington said 
smoothly, "Jerry, have you ever been-shall we say 'intimate' with your Drama 
Teacher, Miss Lee?" 

"Oh, god, no," Jerry answered instantly, "I don't know what you're talking 
about." 

"Well," Miss Worthington went on, "I was backstage when you and Miss Lee 
were locked in a dressing room together for some time." 

Guilt and fear simultaneously flashed through Jerry's young mind. Now, he 
didn't know how to answer. Had she heard? Did she know for sure? How could 
he get out of this mix-up in the best way? But would they fire Miss Lee? Was 
that why she was crying? Had they already fired her? 

"Miss Lee told us quite a few things," Miss Worthington assured him, a small 
smile of triumph and exultation flashing across her face, "If you'd tell us 
the truth, it could go easier for you-" 

"What have I done? I haven't done anything!" 

The Principal adjusted the tape recorder, so the microphone could easily 
pick up the sound from where Jerry was sitting. 

"Now, Jerry, it's not your fault if-if it did happen. She's an adult, and 
you, young man are a minor and not responsible." 

His mind going back and forth like a teeter-totter, Jerry didn't know what 
to say next. But to knock his teacher, he couldn't bring himself to do. 

"We didn't do nothin', " he said evenly. The tape recorder picked it all up 
for later evaluation, and Miss Worthington applied her child psychology 
carefully, "Now, Jerry-I listened at the door." 

"You didn't hear nothin', either, did you?" 

"That's just it, Jerry. I didn't hear a sound, and that is what made me so 
suspicious I've been watching you two ever since." 

"How long was it?" he demanded, curious to know how long she'd been 
listening. 

"Long enough to know something was going on," she replied evasively, yet 
with the accusatory tone that made him tremble, on the brink of telling. 

"We're here to help you, young man," the Principal nodded in a fatherly 
manner. "Did she touch you?" 

"Touch me?" he gasped, "What are you both trying to do? Get her out of here? 
She's a real good teacher." 

"Sure she is," Miss Worthington smiled, "but what were the two of you doing 
alone in that dressing room?" 

"Reading the lines to ourselves," he said, "If you'd peeked through the 
keyhole that's all you would have seen." 

"We're not trying to pressure you, young man," Miss Worthington went on, 
"only trying to get at the truth!" 

"Yeah," he smirked. 

"I guess that's all for now," the Principal nodded, "Only let me warn you-if 
we find out that there is something between you and that teacher, you may 
wish you'd confided a little more in us." 

"Thanks," Jerry said quietly, and he got up and walked out. After he was 
gone, Miss Worthington looked at the Principal and nodded, "He knows plenty, 
but he's not talking." 

"How can you tell?" 

"Female intuition," she explained. 

Then the two of them decided to discuss it further. 

"Well, how do you propose we catch them?" the Principal asked anxiously. 

"Much as I'd hate to have to spy on them, I'll volunteer," she said with a 
noble hand gesture, "as we can't have this kind of thing going on at Le 
Grady-that is, if we value our jobs at all. The downtown office mustn't get 
wind of such goings on or they'll think we're lax in our administration." 

"You are so right," the Principal said glumly, "Being involved in education 
these days is a can of worms. You've got the dope problem, babies with 
special classes for pregnant girls, and then teachers who turn-on the 
students, and vice-versa." 

"We must be very brave," Miss Worthington said, "and I assure you-we shall 
prevail-" 

"I hope so," the Principal replied glumly. 

That night about eight o'clock, Nora dropped by Miss Lee's apartment. She 
was wearing some blue hot pants, and her sweater served as an interesting 
showcase for her breasts. 

"Hi," she smiled, when Susan opened the door. 

"Oh, come in," Susan nodded, "I've been so worried all evening I forgot to 
phone you." 

"About what?" 

"Jerry Winters couldn't bring his brother along tonight, and so he." 

"And so he what?" 

"And so asked if he could come over alone, and I told him you wouldn't mind 
sharing him-" 

"That sounds like a lot of fun. I'm crazy about sex with young cats. Now, 
how old is he?" 

"He's seventeen," Miss Lee told her. 

"That's a good age. They're real passionate at seventeen," Miss Lee laughed, 
"And so I am at twenty eight." 

A moment later, there was another knock on the door, and Susan answered it. 

"Come in," she smiled at her young student lover. Jerry Winters walked in, 
and when he saw the beautiful Nora did a double-take. 

"Oh, Wow," he grinned good-naturedly, "Susan told me she was inviting her 
girl friend over, but she didn't tell me how gorgeous she was." 

"Are you teaching your students flattery?" Nora giggled, "Oh, I'm so pleased 
to meet you, young man." 

"Why don't we have a drink-oh, I forgot you shouldn't drink," she said, 
looking at Jerry. 

"I drink all the time at home." 

"But you shouldn't. You're just a kid." 

"I'm a man," he smiled assuredly, and then he went over to the bar, and 
nodded, "To prove it, I can mix any drink you chicks want me to." 

"Isn't he marvelous," Nora smiled at Susan, "He's handsome, and I'll bet 
he's well-hung." 

"I've got enough action down there for both of you," he said confidently. 

"Good," Susan replied, "Now, prove it." 

After they'd told him what drinks they desired, and they'd stepped into the 
bedroom, they began automatically undressing. Nora's huge breasts instantly 
turned him on. His penis popped up, as he surveyed her body carefully. 

"What do you do for a living?" he asked, as he studied her. 

"Three guesses," she giggled. 

"I only need one," he laughed, "And if I'm wrong you still could make a good 
living at it, because you, hot baby, are really cool." 

"Hey, don't forget me," Susan cut in, as she threw back the bedspread on her 
king-sized bed, and prepared to turn back the covers to her blue sheets. 
Then, she lay on the bed, and massaged herself.- 

Jerry hopped on the bed, and assured her, "Don't worry, I won't neglect you, 
lover." 

As she reached down to grasp his penis, and play with it, Nora went to work. 
She stepped over to her large purse and got out her dildo. 

"What's that?" Jerry demanded, when he saw the dildo being strapped on 
Nora's body. 

"That's just her dildo," Susan Lee laughed, "Haven't you ever seen one 
before?" 

"I've heard about them. Who hasn't? But this is the first time I've ever 
seen one." 

When she had it completely strapped on, Nora walked toward the bed, and 
Jerry's eyes focused on it. Nora reached out a small tube of lubricant, and 
began lubricating the head of the plastic penis. She got behind Jerry 
Winter's buttocks, and greased his tight anal ring. Then, she thrust 
forward, and the giant-size plastic penis drove up his behind. 

"Owwwweeeee!" he groaned in despair as he felt the dildo driving up his 
tight canal, but once she had it in, and was doing a good job, he didn't 
complain anymore at all. 

"Doesn't that feel real good now, lover boy?" she smiled, as she went on 
giving him an ass-fuck. 

"Yes, yes, I like that," he admitted, and now Susan was sucking smoothly on 
his penis. He reached down, and ran his fingers through her soft, blonde 
hair as she sucked on his long tool. 

"Suck that cock," he cried out, "Suck it-you hear?" Susan liked it when a 
man dominated her, but what intrigued her now was seeing the virility of a 
young stud surface. It was all so fresh and excitingly wonderful. 

"Ohhh, ahhh, do it, do it," he panted, as he pushed it to her, and at the 
same time, Nora told him how to increase the sensations. 

"Grab it with your ass when I shove it up there," she guided him. "Now, 
you're doing it. That's it. Fuck away!" In and out, his penis thrust, as he 
continued giving her what she wanted. v 

"Fuck-fuck-fuck it," he demanded. 

With two women working on him at the same time, he decided he might as well 
eat some pussy, for Susan was obviously pressing her vagina into his face 
for this very purpose. His tongue whipped out, and he began lashing all 
around her there. 

"Oh, yes," Susan told him, momentarily, letting his dong slide out of her 
mouth, "Suck it off-I like it, yes, yes, ahhh." By now, Jerry was what might 
be termed a very good pussy-eater. He'd developed his own distinct style. He 
drove it in and out, in and out, and the wild action continued. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," he begged, and the girl with the dildo rammed in harder. 
"Right-on," he gasped in delight, as he felt his body glorying in new 
sensations. With his anal area being invaded with the dildo, his penis being 
sucked upon by his oversexed teacher, and his tongue thrusting up her 
vagina, he figured he had about as much action as any body could take even 
in the scandal-ridden times of. Rome. 

The three of them made quite a sight as each one did his thing. Three 
hang-ups connecting smoothly, and this hot-blooded young student was 
obtaining sexual gratification he never before knew existed. 

Susan sucked in firm, long strokes, as her hand massaged his weighty 
testicles. She enjoyed the sight of him from this angle. She liked to see 
his curly pubic hair which framed his penis, which zoomed out to alarming 
proportions when it was sucked upon. But what she liked most of all was the 
sweet juice inside the penis, and it was to this end that she continued her 
sucking action. 

"Now, suck-suck that cock," he urged her on, as he neared his climax. 

"Get your mouth back on my pussy," she told him anxiously, as she felt 
herself so turned on with his tongue she was almost there. And Nora who 
could come when the man enjoyed the dildo as much as she did, urged Jerry to 
grip her driving plastic penis with his ass muscles tightly and squeeze. As 
Jerry accommodated her, he found there were super sensations in this kind of 
sex action too. 

Now, they were throbbing as one. The penis driving down Susan's throat, 
Jerry,'s tongue sliding up her vagina, and the dildo driving up his asshole. 

But, such a pitch of passion could never last for long. Jerry came first. 
His huge penis exploded in her mouth, and Susan sucked its contents eagerly; 
thoroughly enjoying its creamy, thick substance. 

And then, she gushed in Jerry's mouth. His tongue lashed the walls of her 
vagina as he sought to lick up the juices. 

"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, suck me, suck me," she begged him, as the sensations 
built in her body. 

With all this action, Nora got hers too. As she felt Jerry's buttock muscles 
tighten around her sliding plastic penis, she came too, sending a streak of 
pussy-juice against his wiggling ass. 

Now the three of them were spent, and Jerry felt the dildo slip out, and 
Miss Lee remove her mouth from his penis, as he pulled his tongue out of her 
vagina. 

"You've got a sweet snatch," he smiled at her, "I mean, you taste so good-" 

The three of them went to the kitchen where Miss Lee had prepared a plate of 
cold cuts in advance. They went into the living room and sat down on the 
sofa and wing chair naked. When she poured more drinks, Jerry's tongue 
loosened, and he told her what had happened to him after school. 

"You know Miss Lee," he began, "that nosey Principal and his sidekick, Miss 
Worthington tried to trap me into talking this afternoon." 

"Oh, no," Nora said, "You mean they're suspicious." 

"More than a little," Susan said sadly, "Go ahead, Jerry-tell me exactly 
what happened." 

"Well, that bitch, Miss Worthington." 

"Honey, you shouldn't call anybody a bitch!" 

"Why not, Miss Lee?" Jerry demanded. "Because it doesn't fit her. She's not 
such a bad person, just sexually frustrated." 

"Is that why she's always snooping around other people's business?" 

"Yes, dear," Miss Lee nodded, "She needs to get fucked!" 

"What does she look like?" Nora asked. 

"You wouldn't like her," Miss Lee assured her. 

"Do you do things with women too?" Jerry asked curiously. "That depends-" 

"On, what, Nora?" he continued his line of questioning. 

"On how she looks. Don't you pick fuck-mates that way?'" 

"Well, yes." 

"I'm the same way, honey, only I swing!" 

"Have you two had sex together?" he asked, looking at Susan Lee strangely. 

"Only once," Miss Lee assured him, "Just to try something different." 

"What is it like?" 

"Do you want to watch us?" Nora asked jokingly. 

"I'd like nothing better," he assured them both. 

"Why don't we entertain you while you pull your pecker? How does that grab 
you?" 

"Alright," he agreed, 'Met's go back to the fuckroom." The three of them, 
marched naked back to the bedroom. Nora, put on her dildo, and Susan spread 
her legs. 

Then, Nora straddled her, and adjusted the dildo to get good aim. 

"Hang on, honey," she smiled, as she thrust herself forward. The immense 
dildo drove up her gash, and she wiggled around it. 

"Oh, baby, fuck me," she begged Nora and reached down to grip Nora's firm, 
round ass-cheeks. 

This got Jerry Winters so turned on, he reached down to grasp his mainstem 
and stroke himself. 

"Faster, fuckers, faster," he panted, as he tried to keep pace with his hand 
while the girl gave her a hot dildo-driving screwing. Then, the idea seized 
him, there was Nora's sweet little ass going to waste. 

He picked up the lubricant tube that she'd used on the dildo head, and 
massaged the head of his penis. Then, he got on the bed behind her, and 
drove himself between her eager ass cheeks. 

"Yes, yes, I was hoping you'd do this," he begged her, "Drive it up there!" 

The hot, driving penis slammed away, and he quickened his pace. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," he begged as she reared back to allow him further 
penetration. 

"Oh, yes, now-now, just like that. Ahhh, ohhh, fuck, fuck, fuck it off!" 

The hot penis slid in and out, faster, and faster as her dildo drove up 
Susan's Lee's tight, twisting vagina. All three of them were enjoying the 
sex session enormously. Then, Nora got so hot, she had to kiss Susan full on 
the lips. Jerry watched this action in the mirror. He delighted in seeing 
the two women's huge breasts crushing against each other, and he enjoyed 
seeing the plastic prick driving up her hot gash. 

"Why shouldn't two chicks turn on if they dig each other?" he said aloud. 

"We're doing nice, thank you," Nora turned to smile at him, "and you're not 
doing bad yourself-fucker!" 

Jerry got so excited, he kissed the side of her face, and reached out to 
play with her titties. She lifted but a short distance from Susan's big 
boobs, allowing him the chance to further excite himself through the added 
dimension of sexual stimulation, her knockers. 

"Fuck it!" Jerry grunted, as he stabbed her asshole, and he was surprised 
how she could do things with his driving penis. 

At last, he came, and the hot sperm gushed out of his joystick, "Ahhh, ohhh, 
fuck it, fuck-fuck-fuck!" he cried in his hot anxiety. 

"Now, now-drive it up there!" 

He kept shooting his juices, as the girls came at the same time. And then 
they all heard something. 

"What was that?" Susan asked. 

"I don't know-just the wind blowing a shutter, or somebody in the next 
apartment." 

Before she could say another word, the bedroom door was flung open and the 
Principal holding a flash camera began shooting flash shots of the action. 

"From another angle-over here," Miss Worthington cried triumphantly. "Get a 
shot of that awful girl doing it to her!" 

"Don't call me 'awful girl', you goddam bitch," Nora screamed. Jerry Winters 
pulled his penis out of her buttocks, but not before the Principal managed 
to get another shot. 

Seeing the end to everything she'd worked for flash before her, Susan went 
out of her mind. She ran for the kitchen, and seizing a butcher knife came 
charging into the bedroom. "Give me that camera," she cried, "Give it to me, 
or I'll kill you." 

"Grab her, Jerry," the Principal cried in fear as he saw her wild eyes 
glaring at both him and Miss Worthington, "She's trying to kill us." 

Jerry wrestled her to the floor, but not before she'd made a couple of 
slices on his body, and the blood had begun to flow. 

"Oh, god," Nora cried, "I'm splitting!" 

"No, you're not, you good for nothing lez tramp," the Principal told her, as 
he reached for her, and held her. 

"Hold them, I'm phoning the police," Miss Worthington cried out, as she ran 
for the phone in the living room. A second later she came back into the 
bedroom, and out of breath, panted, "They're on their way." 

"I'm glad," the Principal said, "They should all go to jail where they 
belong-" 

"What about me?" Jerry demanded, "I didn't do nothin'! " 

"You sure got my asshole sore," Nora complained. 

"That's too bad," Miss Worthington winced, "but you know better than to be 
seducing a young boy-" 

"I didn't know he was a young boy," she said innocently. 

"Oh, yes, you did," Susan reminded, "don't try to get off-you're in this 
just as deep as I am." 

It didn't take the authorities long to get there. Miss Lee and Nora were 
told to get dressed, and to remain calm or they'd have handcuffs put on 
them. Once Nora was released she rubbed her wrists to get the circulation 
back. 

"You didn't have to grab me and hold on so tight," she complained, "What 
were you trying to do-get some kick out of being near a sexy, beautiful 
dancer." 

"Dancer, my ass," the Principal snapped, "You're a slut hooker, you don't 
fool me none." 

When they were gone, Jerry got dressed, and they took him down to Juvenile. 

"Do you have to put me away?" he demanded. 

"I'm afraid we do," the Principal said sadly, "You can't play with fire, 
Jerry and not get burned. I hope you've learned your lesson." 

"I sure have," he said begrudgingly, "And I'm damned bitter about it all 
too." 

When he got into Juvenile, they took his story. 

"I suppose it all began," he told the interviewer, "when I got turned on 
with my teacher. You see she wasn't any ordinary teacher. She was really 
stacked, and when T got excited just looking at her one day I thought I'd 
put the make on her and-" 

The tape went on and the story was told. But, meantime in another part of 
town, in a dreary jail cell, Susan Lee was having second thoughts about 
student molestation. Pacing back and forth, her mind raced, 'Oh, why? Why, 
oh why?' and she could never find the answer. 

And then when Dennis heard about her whereabouts, he came to see her. Here 
was hope at last, she thought. 

"Oh, Dennis, I feel so awful," she sobbed. 

"I should think you would," he said angrily, "Pulling a thing like that on 
me. Why you just don't know what my friends say to me about you. I wish 
you'd never been born when I hear them talking." 

"Is that what you came here to tell me?" she demanded. "Sure, I've done 
wrong. And I'm finally facing the truth about myself, about my life, but 
dear god, I didn't think this would be how you'd treat me." 

"How do you expect me to act?" 

"With some compassion," she said softly. 

"Do you really deserve any?" Dennis demanded, looking at her coldly before 
he turned around and walked out. 

A couple days later, Nora dropped by. 

"Hi, honey," she smiled at Nora. Nora spoke to her kindly, "Baby, this is 
about as much my fault as yours. I'll post bail and get you out of this 
trap." 

"Oh, Nora-I thank you, I thank you," she said quickly. A few hours later, 
Nora had indeed posted sufficient bail to obtain her release. 

"I can't quit working," Nora said, "I've borrowed the money from Albert who 
owns the dive where I strip, and shake my ass and tits over customers 
beer-so if you want to come tonight you can catch my act." 

"I'd love to," Nora told her eagerly. And that night, she went to watch her 
do her thing. 

As she sipped her drink, a nice looking young man sidled up to her and 
pressed his legs against hers. It felt wonderful to be in the saddle again. 

"Hi, honey," he smiled. 

"Hi," she returned his greeting. When she looked into his eyes she was 
reminded for a tragic moment of Jerry Winters. And of all things, it was his 
brother. 

"What are you doing here?" she demanded. 

"Could ask you the same thing, honey-I thought they locked you up for what 
you did to my little brother-" 

"Oh, don't put on that big holier than thou act for me," she snapped. 

"I know, honey-but then I didn't know you and her were lovers." 

"What are you talking about?" 

"Baby, you putting me on," he shook his head, a knowing smile playing about 
the corner of his sinister lips, "It was splashed all over the paper about 
you and some dame in bed with my younger brother. Why do you think they pack 
the place to look at that chick's body? She's not that sensational, no, 
ma'am." 

"Oh, god, you make me sick," Susan panted, and then she turned and when she 
saw the men looking at her, she felt like some kind of animal in a zoo. No 
doubt they were looking at her, and hated her for what she'd done to the 
young student. 

"Evening, Teach," the bartender smiled, "want another scotch? Should give 
you drinks on the house-being as how you and her are the drawing cards 
here." 

Susan couldn't stand it any longer. She took the glass, and threw it at the 
bartender, and it landed in the mirror behind the bar splintering into a 
thousand pieces. 

"Go to hell," she told him defiantly, and then she ran out of the bar, and 
into the dark night street. Unheeding, and not caring, she raced out into 
the onrushing traffic. There was the sound of brakes squealing, and cars 
crashing into one another, but the most awful sound of all, was that of a 
human life being snuffed out, as Susan cried out in her death-throes, when 
her head hit the pavement, and the blood began to trickle down her face. 

Nora knew what had happened. With only her pasties, and g-string on, she 
charged out into the street, and the crowd didn't pay any attention, for the 
center spotlight was now given to the girl who'd just died. 


THE END
