Miss Stevenson And Her Pupils
by Steve Chapin
(cl-1017)


FOREWORD 

This is the true story of a young schoolteacher who lusts after the bodies 
of her pupils. 

Miss Roberta Stevenson taught the seventh grade at Forrest Junior High 
School in a large city. She entered the teaching profession full of noble 
ideas about how to teach the eleven and twelve-year-olds, but her passion 
for their young bodies proved to be her ruin. 

From the very first day, Miss Stevenson felt she had to have them. She had 
to feel their young bodies inside her own. She contrived ways to keep them 
in after school, and then locked the door. No one was safe, not even the 
little girls. 

One of the boys, Douglas Harrison, was her particular favorite. His cock was 
quite huge, and that made her pleasure even double. She couldn't resist him, 
and she fucked and sucked with him for many days and nights. 

Word has a way of spreading and the Board of Education got wind of what was 
happening and forced her to resign. She wanted young Douglas to run away 
with her, but he refused. He loved her with the passion that only a 
twelve-year-old could love, but he couldn't leave everything else behind. 

He wanted her cunt, her sweet dripping cunt, but not enough to disappear 
with his schoolteacher. 

This is the story of a young woman who comes to terms with her lust and 
passion for the penises of little boys. She is forced to abandon her career, 
but she discovers that she can still live and be a happy woman. 

The events portrayed in this book actually happened, but of course, the 
names and places have been changed to keep Miss Stevenson's true identity a 
secret. 

-The Publisher 

 CHAPTER ONE 

It was the first day of school for Miss Roberta Stevenson. She looked 
forward to the beginnings of her new career and was eager to begin. 

Teaching was something that she had always wanted to do, ever since she 
first entered Kindergarten. She loved and admired her teachers and knew from 
the start that a teaching career was going to be hers. 

She worked towards that goal for many long years. Her college training was 
geared towards teaching on the junior high school level, and her student 
teaching was at Washington Junior High School in the respectable suburb of 
Springdale Farms. 

Forrest Junior High couldn't be much different, Miss Stevenson told herself. 
After all, the children in the school were the same age as those where she 
"student-taught." It was true that it was located right in the heart of 
downtown Taft City, but what difference could there possibly be? Miss 
Stevenson soon found out. 

Her first day at Forrest was not the kind of day she had envisaged for 
herself, and from the beginning she wondered if she would make it through 
the term. 

Forrest had held out much promise. The principal, Dr. Jeffrey Strong had 
assured her that he would make sure that she was happy there. She wouldn't 
have to worry about a thing, he told her. She did have some apprehensions 
about the place, since it was located in the center of the city, but somehow 
the name of the school, Forrest, had suggested to her country air and clean 
living, and even though she knew it wouldn't really have any bearing on the 
place, it did remind her of her childhood. Miss Stevenson, of course, should 
have realized that it was named for a local educator, a Dr. Jerome Forrest, 
and had nothing at all to do with trees and running brooks. 

"All right children," said Miss Stevenson on the very first day, "I would 
appreciate it if you would fill out these cards so I will know who you are." 

There was much murmuring and whispering in the room, and several of the 
children laughed. She was quite confused, since her education books had told 
her that the children would fill out the cards without so much as a peep. 
Textbooks, unlike art-do not imitate life. 

"Okay that's enough." she said firmly. "If you will put your names on the 
cards, we can get down to more serious business." 

A voice called out from the back of the room, "We'll give you the business 
teacher," it said. 

"Who said that." 

"He did." 

"Who's he?" 

Silence. This seventh grade class was giving Miss Stevenson a hard time. It 
was going to be the first of many hard times. 

She ignored the buzzing that continued to fill her ears, and decided ihat 
she would proceed in spite of them. "Okay class," she said, "I am going to 
give you your assignments for the first day. We have some new books, and I 
would like to distribute them." She pointed to a student sitting in the very 
first row. 

"Me, teacher?" 

"Yes, you," she said, "and you may call me Miss Stevenson." 

"Okay, teach," said the boy, "I'll call you Miss Stevenson. You are a miss, 
ain't you?" 

"Yes, why?" 

"Just wanted to know if you've been getting any lately." The class giggled. 
Miss Stevenson's face turned beet red. 

"Hey!" called out another boy, "Lookit-teach's face turning colors." The 
class began to laugh uncontrollably. Miss Stevenson sat down. This was 
certainly not in her school books. 

If she had had her wits about her, she would have expected something like 
this. She would have realized, that being an attractive blonde teacher, she 
would have to expect to attract the interest of the eleven and 
twelve-year-old boys in the class. But she didn't expect it, and it 
flustered her. 

"I don't want to get any of you in trouble," she began, "but.. . " 

"Hey, teach, we gets you in trouble, you don't gets us boys in trouble." 

"Boy, I'd like to sure get her in trouble," shouted a boy from the back. 
"I'd like to get her in trouble lots of times." 

"You couldn't even get it up!" laughed another boy. 

"Yes he can," answered a girl who sat next to him. As we said, Miss 
Stevenson was in for a very hard time. 

"Okay, that's enough," said Miss Stevenson, who had not yet learned the 
meaning of enough, "we do have work to do." 

"I'd like to work on you," said the boy in the front seat. 

"Okay, what's your name?" she asked him firmly. "You come up here." 

"Sure," he said. "I'll come whenever you want." More laughter. Still more 
laughter when the boy began to rub his crotch. 

"Now, what's your name?" said Miss Stevenson. 

"I forget." 

"Come on, or you'll have to go to the principal's office." 

"I don't wanna go to the principal's office." 

"Good, then tell me your name, and you won't have to go." She hadn't gotten 
the cards back from the students and she therefore still didn't know their 
names. "If you give me any more trouble, then I'll have you removed from the 
class." 

"Oh, I wouldn't want that, teach," said the boy. "My name is George 
Washington." 

"All right, I'm sending you downstairs to Dr. Strong. He knows what to do 
with boys like you." 

"Dr. Strong is a faggot. I don't want to go to him. He does dirty things 
with boys." 

"He is not," said Miss Stevenson. "I don't know why you said that, but you 
will be very sorry you did." 

"Oh, maybe I'm wrong, teach," said the boy. "Maybe you know for sure 
otherwise." 

"For the last time, what is your name?" 

"Joseph." 

"Joseph what?" 

"Not Joseph What. Joseph Baker." 

"Is this your real name?" 

"Honest, teach. Here, I'll show you." He took out an identification card. It 
read Joseph Baker. "Satisfied?" 

"Yes, but don't call me teach. I'm Miss Stevenson. Now, Joseph, I think that 
we'll all get along much better if you and your friends would just cooperate 
with me. That way, we can all be very happy here for the time we spend 
together." 

"Okay, teach," said Joseph. "I mean Miss Stevenson. Can I go back to my seat 
now?" 

"Yes, of course," said Miss Stevenson. "Now, I hope we don't have any 
trouble anymore. I will make good on my threat to send each and every one of 
you who interrupts this class right down to Dr. Strong. He can be a very 
nice person, or he can be very mean. It's up to you how he behaves." 

"He's a faggot." 

"Who said that?" 

"He did." 

Miss Stevenson couldn't make out who said all these things. She was 
beginning to lose her self-confidence from the very first day. She wondered 
how she would be able to last as a teacher. She didn't think she would live 
out the day, much less a whole lifetime as a teacher of seventh graders. If 
only she could go back and teach out in Springdale Farms. The kids weren't 
like that out there. 

"All right," said Miss Stevenson, "I would like to pass out these textbooks. 
Place your names in them as you receive them. You will be responsible for 
them if you damage or lose them." 

"You got nice tits," said a voice. She ignored that remark. 

"She does not," said another. "Yes she does." 

"No she doesn't." 

"All right, boys, that's enough. Quiet down. We have work to do." 

"I bet she has a yummy cunt." 

"Okay," said Miss Stevenson very angrily, "if you don't tell me who said 
that, all of you will go down to Dr. Strong. I'm not kidding now either." 

"Whatsamatter, teach? You don't got a yummy cunt?" 

"You! What's your name?" She found a culprit at last. 

"Me?" 

"Yes, you. You know I'm talking to you." 

"I forget." 

"Think hard." 

"I'm thinking hard, teach, I'm thinking very hard." He patted his crotch. 
She blushed and the and the class laughed. 

"Okay, down you go. You go right now to Dr. Strong's office." 

"I'm sorry, teach, I'm Douglas Harrison. I promise to be good." 

"No. Go downstairs. If you don't go now, I will see to it that you are 
expelled. I will call your parents and then you will be very sorry that you 
didn't listen to me." 

"I'm sorry Miss Stevenson," said Douglas. "I promise I won't say things like 
that again. My father will kill me if you call him." 

"Maybe that's what you need." 

"I'll be good, honest I will." 

"Well.. . " She hesitated. "I guess if you really mean it, I'll let you get 
away with it this time, but if you do anything else that I find offensive, 
down you go to the principal, and I will personally call your father." 

"Thanks, teach, I mean Miss Stevenson," said Douglas. "I promise to be 
good." 

"See that you keep your promise," she told him sternly. "I don't like 
troublemakers. I don't think anybody likes troublemakers." 

The class seemed to settle down. The threat of calling their parents and 
sending them down to the principal's office seemed to be working. Maybe 
that's all they needed to see. They wanted to know just how far they could 
push their teacher. Miss Stevenson was certain that they knew she couldn't 
be pushed around very much. 

She got back all the name cards, and distributed several books. She was 
actually able to teach a lesson to them, even if she didn't accomplish as 
much with it as she had originally hoped to. Miss Stevenson was sure that 
she was going to have no more trouble with her class. 

"Well, class, you've been very good today. I hope that we now understand 
each other. I would like to make it clear that I don't like boys or girls 
who are unruly." 

"Goody for you," said a boy. This time she seemed to recognize the voice. 

"Did you say something, Douglas?" 

"Me? No." 

"I think you did." 

"No, I didn't." 

"Well, you'll have to stay after class anyway," she said. "Everyone else can 
now go home. You will have to stay late at school." 

"But I got a date, teacher," he protested. 

"It will just have to wait." 

"My father expects me." 

"Which is it?" she asked. "You've got a date, or you're father expects you?" 

"Both." 

"What does that mean?" 

"I've got a date with my father." Everyone laughed as they left the 
classroom. Miss Stevenson was now alone with Douglas. 

"Okay, Douglas, you know what you promised me this morning." 

"Yeah." 

"Well?" 

"Well what?" 

"Do you want me to call your father?" 

"I don't care what you do. You have no right to keep me in school." 

"I have every right to do it. You have no right to call out in class." 

"How come you have all the rights and I have none?" 

"That's the way it is in class," she said firmly. "You will do as I say." 

"I will not." Douglas was becoming very sullen. He seemed to be getting very 
upset. 

"Yes you will. If you don't want to cooperate with me, then I will just have 
to talk to your father about your behavior. I really can't tolerate this 
nonsense." 

"Okay, teach, have it your way. I don't give a fuck." 

"What was that?" 

"I said I don't give a fuck. You know what that means, don't you teach? Or 
are you one of them virgins?" 

"I know what it means," said Miss Stevenson, blushing again. "I don't need 
any instruction from you about anything." 

"Oh, yeah?" 

"Yeah." 

"Well, I'm going now. Maybe I'll be back tomorrow." 

She started to block the door. "You are not going anywhere. You are going to 
stay here until you apologize for what you've said." 

"I will not." 

"You will so, or you and I will spend the evening here." 

"Get out of my way, teach!" He started to pull her away from the door. She 
held firm. He ran to her desk and found a yardstick. He picked it up and 
threatened her with it. 

"Give that to me!" she demanded, trying not to show her fear. 

"Let me go!" 

"Give me that ruler!" She reached for it and in doing so, her hand brushed 
against his crotch. He stopped. She realized what she had done. 

"Hey, you like that teach? Want to do that again?" 

"Just give me the ruler. That's all I want from you." 

"Oh, yeah? Well, here it is." He held it in such a way that her hand was 
very near his fly. As soon as she had taken hold of the ruler, he grabbed 
her hand and held in onto his crotch. His cock was getting stiff. He was 
very well hung and he wanted Miss Stevenson to know just how many inches his 
prick was. 

"Douglas! Please!" 

"Oh, you like that teach? Want to feel some more?" He held her hand firmly 
in place as he rubbed his crotch up and down. She felt his meat stiffening 
inside his pants. She tried to show indifference, but she was attracted by 
the size of his organ. 

Miss Stevenson said nothing. She was too busy being amazed that a young boy 
like Douglas would have such a large penis. She felt some faint stirrings 
inside her body, and she could feel her cunt beginning to lubricate. 

"Come on, Miss Stevenson," said Douglas, realizing that she was holding on 
to his cock even without his assistance. "I've got something to show you." 

He sat down on top of her desk. "What do you want?" she asked. 

"You know," he said. "I know what you want." 

"What do I want?" she asked, not remembering at that moment that she was his 
teacher and that she was supposed to discipline him for calling out in 
class. She knew what she wanted, and she was beginning to crave it. She 
wanted his cock. She wanted that young boy's hard prick and she wanted it 
now. 

"Come on," said Douglas. "Here is what you want. I can tell that you want 
it." He began to unzip his pants. His teacher did nothing to stop him. She 
was completely entranced by the size of Douglas' hard meat. 

He took out his cock and balls from his pants. It was bigger than she had 
imagined and she gasped when she saw it. 

"It's big, huh?" he said to her. "You like them big?" 

She didn't answer, but he could see that she couldn't take her eyes off it. 
He knew that she loved big cocks, and that he was going to be able to get 
away with anything at all that term because of his gigantic cock and balls. 

Miss Stevenson took his cock in her hand and began to stroke it. "This is 
very nice, Douglas," she said to him. "You really have a lot of cock meat." 

"You bet I do," he replied. "I've got a fucking big prick and balls and I'm 
going to let you share it. Would you like it?" 

"Y-yes," she stammered. "I would. I would like it very much. What do you 
want me to do with it, Douglas?" she asked. "I will do anything at all for 
that big piece of prick meat." 

"I want you to suck it," he replied. "I would like you to suck my hard 
prick. Suck me off, teacher. Suck my big hard dick!" 

Miss Stevenson opened her mouth around his hard shaft. Her tongue flicked 
out and began to lick on the tip of his cock head. She couldn't control 
herself. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but she felt that she had to. 
It had been so long since she had even seen a cock as magnificent as this 
one that Douglas was offering to her. She desperately craved cock meat. She 
loved pricks and balls and everything that a young boy had to offer. She 
didn't know it then, but that probably was the reason that she had become a 
junior high school teacher. She wanted young cock meat, and she would do 
anything in the world to get it. 

"Suck that hard cock, teacher!" he commanded. "Oh, baby, I want you to suck 
hard on my big fucking hard dick!" 

Miss Stevenson began to suck his cock up and down. Her wet mouth covered his 
hard shaft from the tip all the way down to the base of his prick and she 
began to lick his balls. 

"Oh, yeah, baby!" he cried. "That's so good. I love that, teach. Oh, baby, 
suck my cock. My balls feel so hot, oh, baby, suck me! Suck my cock! Lick my 
balls, baby. Eat that fucking hard prick meat!" 

Her tongue licked every inch of his hard cock. She was going wild. She began 
to suck harder and harder on his huge dong. His prick slid all the way down 
her throat and still she craved it some more, It wasn't enough for her. She 
had to feel all of it in her mouth. 

"Oh, baby!" he cried as she took his balls into her mouth and tried to 
swallow them. "Oh, God, this feels wonderful! Suck it! Eat my fucking hard 
cock!" 

She was loving every bit of it. She loved to suck cock. Miss Stevenson's 
face was filled with that young boy's hard prick and she still couldn't get 
enough. Her tongue licked and sucked all up and down his spear. 

He began to pump harder and harder into her face. His entire penis was 
inside her mouth and he slammed it down her throat even harder. 

"Suck me!" he screamed. "Suck my fucking hard cock! Eat it! Suck it! Suck 
that fucking hard cock!" His body began to pulsate wildly in her mouth. She 
sucked it harder and harder and she knew that he was about to shoot his load 
down her throat. She craved feeling that hard meat inside her mouth. She 
wanted to suck and suck and suck it. 

"Oh, baby I'm shooting!" he shouted as the first wave of hot cream gushed 
out of the tip of his cock. "I'm coming, teach! I'm shooting my hot come!" 
His prick pounded wildly inside her face as his juice squirted out and 
poured down her thirsty throat. 

She started sucking even harder, not wanting to miss a single drop of his 
young cream. She sucked out every bit that she could. She hungrily swallowed 
it, and still wanted more. 

"Oh, baby, that was good," he exclaimed as his come was still dribbling down 
her chin. "Oh, teach, you really know how to suck cock." 

Miss Stevenson looked at her pupil and smiled. "It was good," she said. "It 
was very good." 

"You must love sucking cock very much," he told her, "or you wouldn't have 
been able to do such a great job on my prick and balls. It was dynamite. It 
was really terrific." 

"I do like it," she said. "I enjoy sucking cock especially when it is such a 
big cock. The bigger the prick, the better I like it." 

"I'm glad," he told her, "because I have a really big prick. I'm glad that I 
made you happy." 

"You certainly did," she said. "You made me very happy. I loved it, Douglas. 
I think that I would like to suck your cock lots of times." 

"That can be arranged," said Douglas. "My prick loved being inside your 
face." 

Miss Stevenson looked at her pupil. He was still hard. His cock refused to 
go down even after his wild and wet orgasm. 

"Yeah," he said, noticing that she saw his cock remaining stiff, "my prick 
doesn't get soft until I've come a couple of times. I think I would like to 
fuck you now." 

Miss Stevenson stood up. "It's getting late Douglas," she said. "I think 
that you ought to be going. Didn't you say that you had a date this 
afternoon?" 

"Well, yeah, I did," he told her. "It was with some girl who promised to 
suck my cock, but you did a much better job. It doesn't matter if I see her 
now." 

"Well, you still shouldn't stand her up," said Miss Stevenson. "You can 
still see her, if you want to." 

"Nan, it doesn't matter," said Douglas. "I don't really like her. She just 
does a great job of cocksucking. You did a better job, though. You gave me 
the best blowjob I've ever had." 

"Well, I think you should be going," she said. "I've got to get home 
myself." 

"Are you sure?" he asked. "I would really like to fuck you." 

"Yes," she said. "I don't think that a student should fuck his teacher." 

"But you sucked my cock," he protested. "Why should that be different?" 

"Because it is," she replied. "Look, I don't want to argue with you. You 
have a very big and beautiful cock, but there is more to life than that. You 
should consider yourself lucky that I won't call your father or tell Dr. 
Strong about your misbehavior in class." 

"What do you mean I'm lucky. I think you are the lucky one." 

"What are you talking about?" 

"Come on, teach, you are lucky because I don't let just anybody suck my 
cock. Very few girls are allowed to suck it. All of them know how big it is, 
but they can't all get it. You are the one who should consider herself 
lucky." 

"All the same, you really could be punished for what you were doing in 
class. I don't think that I need to thank you." 

"Well, have it your way teacher. I'm going home." Douglas put his still hard 
penis back inside his pants. It made quite a bulge in his trousers, but he 
was too eager to get away from his ungrateful teacher to wait for it to 
become flaccid. He was very irritated with her. 

Miss Stevenson stayed behind in the classroom thinking about what she had 
just done. It was completely unprofessional. She had never thought anything 
like this could ever happen. What had she done? Why had she sucked the cock 
of one of her pupils? 

She began to gather her things. How could she have done such a thing? How 
could she have taken the liberty to have a sexual act with a boy of eleven 
or twelve? It was true that he seemed more mature than that. But still, why? 

Miss Stevenson couldn't put out the picture of his enormous prick and balls. 
That was really something. She loved big cocks. Ever since she was a little 
girl and she had seen her father pissing, she was fascinated by the sight of 
an enormous cock and balls. It really excited her even then, and when her 
father was pissing, not realizing that his daughter was watching him, she 
began to masturbate. It made her feel so good, that from then on, she had an 
enormous fascination for huge cocks and balls. 

The hour was late, and the new teacher realized that she had to be getting 
home. She needed to plan her lessons for the week now that she knew what her 
class would be like, and she didn't want to get to bed too late. 

She lived alone, and there would be no one to prepare dinner for her. Her 
first day at school had been, all around, something that she would never 
have expected. It had been strange from the very beginning when her class 
didn't respond to her, to the end of the day, when she responded perhaps too 
much to one of her pupils. 

She shouldn't have done it, she said to herself. She shouldn't have sucked 
Douglas' cock, but she couldn't help herself. It was so big and she craved 
it so much. Well, she thought, at least I won't feel the need so much now. 
At least now I can get right down to business. 

Miss Stevenson headed for home, pleased that she had gotten through the most 
difficult day she would ever encounter at school, her first, and from now 
on, it would be clear sailing. Clear fucking would have been more like it. 

CHAPTER TWO 

She arrived home and started to prepare her dinner. It didn't take her too 
long, because she had learned long ago that the thing to do when one works 
and lives alone, is to spend part of the weekend just preparing food for the 
rest of the week and refrigerating or freezing it. She had prepared a stew 
and all she needed to do was reheat it on the stove. 

What a day! Miss Stevenson recounted all the events that had occurred. The 
disturbance at the beginning, the growing cooperation towards the end of the 
day, and the increasing lack of discipline as the day drew to a close. But 
the event that topped them all was the last thing that she had done before 
going home. That Douglas. God, what a stud! Miss Stevenson couldn't decide 
whether it was more important to satisfy her own desperate needs or adhere 
to the rules she had learned in college. She was sure that she would have to 
strike a balance somewhere between the two. 

What would tomorrow bring? Miss Stevenson didn't even want to think about 
it. She just wanted to have her dinner and then work on her lesson plans. It 
would be easier to think on a full stomach, she told herself. She was 
hungry. All she had to eat was a liverwurst sandwich on rye (prepared on 
Sunday, and brought to school) and a coke. Ugh, she hated sodas. She would 
treat herself. With her stew, she opened up a small bottle of a 1967 
Bordeaux wine, Chateau Gloria. What a glorious name to climax a really 
glorious day! 

It didn't take her too long to finish her supper and she began to prepare 
her lessons for the week. She had hardly begun, when she started to think of 
that big cock she had sucked. Yes, that was wonderful. She really enjoyed 
eating Douglas' meat. Oh, if only he were here now. She craved his meat 
again. She wanted to suck on his hard cock. 

She pictured herself eating his dork again. His balls were huge and fleshy 
and she loved licking them, covering them with her warm saliva. Oh, it was 
wonderful. She pictured Douglas right now. She could just see his cock, his 
huge and massive prick and balls in front of her. She wanted to reach out 
with her tongue and suck and lick. Oh, Douglas! If you were here I could 
suck your prick again and again. I need your cock, Douglas! I want to suck 
your prick and balls!" 

Our new teacher began to feel her cunt lubricating again as she thought of 
her pupil's massive cock and balls. Right over her papers and books, longing 
to touch and suck Douglas' big meat, she fell asleep. She awoke the next 
morning with her clothes still on, and her panties still wet. 

She frantically got herself ready for the second day of school. Things would 
be different, she told herself. Things would be very different this second 
day. There wouldn't be any trouble from the students, because she had found 
the perfect weapon: the threat of a telephone call to their parents. That 
would be used only if necessary, but the threat itself would work. 

Miss Stevenson got washed and dressed. She had forgotten for the moment, how 
much she craved big cocks. She was now much more interested in getting her 
work done, and done well. Forrest Junior High School wouldn't be such a bad 
place after all. 

She arrived at her desk a bit early. She wanted to make sure that she could 
set everything up for the day, and as she entered her classroom, she 
discovered a few remaining traces of come on the desk. She cleaned it up, 
and then waited for the students to enter. 

The first to arrive was a very sweet looking young girl. "Hello," said Miss 
Stevenson. "You are.. . ? : 

"Maryjane Adams," said the sweet young thing very sweetly. "Hello, Miss 
Stevenson." 

Well, thought Miss Stevenson, here is one girl who won't be any trouble. 
She's so adorable. 

The next student was Joseph Baker. "Hello, teacher," he said. 

"Miss Stevenson," he was corrected. 

"Sorry, teach. I mean Miss Stevenson." Joseph might be trouble. Miss 
Stevenson smiled and said nothing. She didn't want to start a scene first 
thing in the morning. 

The rest of the class walked in. Everyone was there. Almost everyone, that 
is. There was one seat empty. At first Miss Stevenson didn't know who wasn't 
there. She went over her class list, and then it hit her. Douglas. Douglas 
was the one who was absent. She wondered why. Why would Douglas, of all 
people, be absent from class. Was he embarrassed? What could the reason be? 

She didn't have to wonder long. Douglas arrived, about ten minutes late. She 
saw him coming down the hall and she was about to reprimand him for being 
late, but as soon as he entered the classroom, everyone started to applaud 
him. The room was filled with whistles and cheers and Miss Stevenson had 
absolutely no idea what was happening. 

"Class! Class, please! Please be quiet! What's all this fuss about?" 

The class ignored her, and Douglas walked up to the front of the room and 
took a bow. He turned towards Miss Stevenson and smiled. 

She was completely confused. What was going on? Why was he acting like this? 
What was happening to her nice class? 

Douglas strode to his seat. He was given several pats on the back by fellow 
students and he seemed quite pleased at his reception. There was nothing she 
could do to prevent this. No one in the class would give her the slightest 
indication of what was going on. She was at a complete loss to discover the 
meaning of their behavior, and despite her pleas to the class, they 
continued to ignore her. 

She decided to drop the whole matter, and she resolved to speak to Douglas 
afterwards. He would just have to stay late again, and explain the whole 
thing to her. 

"Okay, Douglas," she said at the end of the otherwise unremarkable day, "I'd 
like you to stay after school and tell me what all that disturbance was 
about." 

"What are you talking about?" he asked. "I don't understand you." 

"You know perfectly well what I am referring to," she said. "You know that 
noise this morning. What was it all about?" 

"Why ask me?" he said. "I didn't make the noise. The rest of the class did." 

"It concerned you," she said. "You were the cause of it." Miss Stevenson did 
have a feeling that it had something to do with what happened after class 
yesterday. This suspicion was confirmed when the class snickered when she 
demanded that Douglas stay late again, but she wanted to hear him say what 
it was for himself. 

"I don't know what you are talking about," he said defensively. 

"Yes you do," she insisted. "It was about after school yesterday, wasn't 
it?" 

"Well, yeah," he replied. 

"Did you tell them what happened?" 

"No." 

"You are lying." 

"No I'm not." 

"They found out somehow." 

"Maybe someone was looking at us. There are windows in the doors, you know 
that." 

"There was no one there," she told him. "I would have seen them." 

"You were too busy sucking my prick," he said. "You wouldn't have found 
them." 

"Well, I'll believe you this time," she said. "It is possible that someone 
saw us, but I doubt it. I'm really sure that you told them what happened." 

Douglas didn't answer her. He started to leave. 

"Wait, I'm not finished yet," she said. 

"Look, I'd like to go now. Do you want me to stay here and suck my cock 
again? I would rather fuck you, you know." 

She became embarrassed. "No, go ahead," she said. "I'll speak to you again 
later." She didn't want to go through that whole scene again. She wanted to 
forget about it. She found out shortly afterwards, that she wasn't going to 
be able to forget about it for a long, long time. 

As she left to go home, she didn't notice that there were several boys 
following her. If she had, she wouldn't have decided to walk through the 
park. It was a beautiful day, and she saw no reason to take the bus. The 
park was so lovely at that time of year, and it was still early. That was 
one of the biggest advantages of being a teacher. The afternoon wasn't yet 
over when it was time to go home. 

Miss Stevenson wandered through the park. She walked around the lake, and 
then headed back out of the park through the wooded area. She paid no 
attention to the crowd in back of her, mainly because she didn't see them. 

She stopped to rest on a bench. It was a deserted area of the park, which is 
why she enjoyed walking through it. It was something that she loved to do 
for many years, and she never had encountered any trouble, so why should she 
be afraid now? 

She was about to get up off the bench, when she felt an arm around her 
throat. She started to scream, but a hand covered her mouth. 

"All right," said a young voice, "if you don't shout, you won't get hurt. I 
wouldn't want you to get hurt." The voice was familiar, and she quickly 
turned around. All she could see were three boys, but their faces were 
covered with masks. She realized that they must be in her class, but she 
really had no idea of who they were. 

"What's going on?" she demanded to know. "Who are you?" 

"It doesn't matter who we are," said that same voice, apparently their 
leader. "If you don't try to get away, then you won't be hurt. Come with 
us." 

"No, I won't," she said, and tried to run away, but they were quicker than 
she was, and besides, she felt a knife at her back. 

"I said don't try anything," said their leader. "You will come with us." 
This time she reluctantly obeyed. She really had no choice. 

"What do you want?" she asked. "Who are you?" 

"Never mind," they said. "You'll find out just who we are in due time. You 
will know right now what we want." 

They dragged her to a very secluded spot hidden by lots of trees. "Here," 
they said. "Lie down." 

"What for?" 

"You'll see." She saw all right. She saw the boy who was their leader begin 
to unzip his pants. 

"What are you doing?" she asked, knowing full well what they were going to 
do. 

"Taking out my cock," he replied. "I understand that you like big cocks. 
Well, I've got a really big one for you, teach." 

"What are you talking about?" she demanded of them. 

"Oh, come off it, teacher," said one of the boys. "We know that you love big 
cocks. You really loved Douggie's big prick, didn't you? You sucked his cock 
yesterday and then you wouldn't let him fuck you. We know all about it, so 
don't deny it." 

"I'm not admitting to anything," she said. "What did Douglas tell you?" 

"We're not saying who told us," said the same boy, "but we know just the 
same. We are all going to fuck you teacher. You are going to love all of our 
big pricks all the way up your cunt hole." 

For the first time, she really was afraid. She wasn't afraid of being 
fucked, but she didn't like the idea of the three of them fucking her. Who 
knows where it would all end? There were twenty guys in the class, and while 
there were several of them still too immature to know what fucking was all 
about, a good majority of them probably weren't virgins when they were two. 
They sure were a rough bunch. 

"Okay, teach, take your clothes off," the leader commanded. She didn't move. 
"You heard me, take off your clothes." 

"Well," said another boy, "if she won't take off her clothes, I will. I love 
to take off a girl's clothes. I like to rip them off, and grab at their tits 
and cunt." He started right in to remove her blouse. 

"Hey, you'll rip it," she protested. She wanted to scream, but she knew that 
she might be knifed if she did so. These young kids could sometimes let 
matters get out of hand. 

"Okay, then, teach, you take it off." She started to remove her clothes. 

"Wow!" exclaimed one boy. "You sure got nice tits. I like to suck and lick 
tits, baby." He lost no time, but immediately began to suck on her nipples. 
She felt his tongue rapidly covering her fleshy mounds with warm saliva. 

"Oh, yeah!" exclaimed another boy, "suck her tits. Wow, that looks great. My 
cock is getting really hard for you, teach. I am going to fuck you as he 
sucks your hot tits, baby!" The boy unzipped his pants. She looked at the 
three of them. They all had hard cocks and they were all going to fuck her. 
She didn't know whether to relax and enjoy it or try to resist. 

"Come on, teach, take off your panties. I want to see what a nice pink cunt 
you have. I want my fucking hard dick to slide all the way up your hole." 

Two of the boys ripped off the rest of her clothes. They didn't want to wait 
for her to finish the job herself and they were really in a hurry. 

"Oh, baby, look at that cunt! Look at the teacher's nice cunt hairs. I am 
going to fuck you, teacher. Look at my hard prick. Come on, look at it!" 

Miss Stevenson looked at the boy's erect penis. It was very big and hard and 
she could see it throbbing, just waiting for the right moment to plunge into 
her soft female flesh. 

"Do you like it?" he asked. "Come on, teacher, do you like my hard cock?" 

She didn't respond. She was staring at his prick and he knew that she wanted 
it. 

"Come on, answer him," shouted one of the other boys. "Do you like his 
prick? Maybe you would rather have my cock up your hole?" 

"Yes," she said softly, "I like it. I like it very much." 

"That's right," he said. "You like my prick. Tell me how much you want my 
cock up your twat. Come on teacher, I want to hear you tell me how much you 
want me to fuck you. Tell me or else!" 

"Yes, yes," she said. "I want your cock." 

"That's not good enough," said the boy. "Tell me like you really want it." 

Miss Stevenson felt desperate. She wanted to be fucked, but she didn't want 
to be raped. She, of course, had no real choice. She made a quick decision 
and decided that she would go along with them. She wanted to be fucked 
really badly. She hadn't been fucked in a long time, and the first cock that 
she had was Douglas' prick just yesterday. These three boys with their three 
hard pricks were making her cunt flow wildly. 

"Yes!" she shouted. "I want you to fuck me. I want you to do with me 
whatever you want. I need to feel your meat up my cunt hole!" 

"That's better, teach," he replied: "Okay, baby, my cock is going to slide 
into your deep hole. You are going to feel what a real prick can do to you. 
I'm going to fuck you, teacher, I'm going to fuck you like you've never been 
fucked before." 

He lowered his prick meat to her cunt hole. It pressed against her pussy 
hairs and she felt his warm and hard cock about to slide between her cunt 
lips. She began to crave his meat, and she had to feel the dork rammed into 
her. 

"Fuck me, please fuck me!" she begged. "Oh, please fuck me hard with your 
big meat. I want to feel that cock inside my hole!" 

"That you will, teach," he said as his penis began to pump in and out of her 
hole. "My cock feels so good inside your fucking hot cunt. Oh, baby, this 
feels so good!" 

"Yes, it feels good," she panted. "Oh, please fuck me harder. Let me feel 
your balls slapping against my hole. Fuck me, please! Fuck me! Fuck me!" 

His penis pumped harder and harder into her desperately craving hole. She 
needed to feel that hard prick pumping away at her body. It felt better and 
better. His meat was so big and her cunt hole was so wet and warm. Both of 
them were beginning to writhe with erotic pleasure. 

"Wow!" exclaimed one of the other boys, "look at him go. He is really 
fucking that teacher, ain't he? Wow, I love to watch teacher getting 
fucked!" 

This boy began to rub his meat over his teacher's body. He wanted to jerk 
off and shoot his come all over Miss Stevenson's naked flesh. 

She looked up and saw him playing with his cock and balls. She was longing 
to feel that second cock inside her. She needed his cock too. 

"Let me suck you off," she pleaded. "I want to suck your big prick." 

"Sure, teacher," he said. "You can take all of my hard meat into your mouth. 
I would really like to face-fuck you, baby. I want to fuck your fucking 
mouth." 

He rammed his prick into her mouth. Her lips closed around his shaft and she 
began to suck hard. She licked his dick and his balls and her cunt and her 
mouth were now filled with cock. 

"Fuck her!" screamed the boy whose cock was being sucked. "Fuck her while 
she sucks my cock. I want to feel my come shooting into her mouth when your 
cock is shooting into her cunt! Oh, baby, suck that hot cock! Suck me off, 
baby! Suck me! Lick my balls and suck my cock!" 

Miss Stevenson could feel her pupils' cocks pounding away inside her body. 
The more they fucked her, the more she craved. She wanted more and more cock 
meat. She was feeling a tremendous release for the first time in her life. 
She loved being fucked. She loved it more than she had ever dreamed 
possible. 

"Suck that cock!" screamed the boy pumping his meat into her face. "Suck it! 
Suck it!" He felt his body shaking with the beginnings of a massive orgasm. 

Her cunt was overflowing with her hot syrups. It began to ooze and drip out 
of her hole, and she was covered with her own wetness. Those young boys 
really knew how to make her feel good. They knew just what she wanted. 

There was still a third cock that she wanted. The third boy who had come to 
rape her was holding his dork in his hand and jerking off. She wanted to 
feel his come as it shot out of his prick. She wanted him to whack off over 
her body. 

He seemed to realize this and he began to rub his prick harder and harder. 
His balls were swinging wildly in the air, and he didn't slow down, but 
rubbed and rubbed his dick until suddenly, his cream began to gush out and 
land all over her. 

"Oh, baby!" he cried. "I'm coming! I'm shooting all over you!! Oh, baby, it 
feels so good!" 

Miss Stevenson used her fingers to wipe that boy's come from her body. She 
didn't want it to spill on the ground, and she wanted to lick it. Her mouth 
was full of cock and this boy too. was about to shoot his load. 

"Eat it!" he screamed as he smashed his penis down her throat. "Eat that 
fucking meat! Suck my fucking hard cock, baby! Suck it! Suck it!! " Suddenly 
his cock burst open with a flood of come. She sucked and licked as hard as 
she could. His prick trembled as its come shot out and entered his teacher's 
waiting mouth. 

She swallowed all of his come. She wanted more and more. She didn't want to 
miss a single gob of cream. That tasted so good. She drank all of his semen 
and wanted more. 

Miss Stevenson realized that her body was still covered with come. She 
started to lick it off her fingers, but she still wanted more. 

"Let me suck you again," she pleaded. "I must have another cock in my 
mouth." Her cunt was still being pounded hard by the leader's prick. He 
plunged his cock into her hole as hard as he could and he rammed it back and 
forth. 

"Fuck me!" she cried. "Oh, that feels so good! Fuck me harder! Fuck me 
harder and faster!" His body began to tremble and quake. He was about to 
shoot. 

"Oh, baby, take it!" he screamed. "I'm coming! I'm shooting your cunt full 
of juice!" His cock gushed forth with his sperm. She screamed and moaned as 
her cunt filled with his hot liquid. It felt wonderful. She spread her legs 
wide, wanting to take in all of his cock cream. 

"Oh, that's wonderful, that's wonderful," she moaned. "Oh, please fuck me 
again. I want to feel your cocks in me again. Fuck me, please fuck me. I 
want to be fucked. I want to suck your cocks. Let me suck you. Fuck me. 
Shove your cocks into me, please, please!" 

Miss Stevenson was desperately craving more and more cocks. She seemed to be 
making up for lost time. She was aching for all the lost years of chastity. 
It had taken young boys in her class to show her what she had been missing 
for such a very long time. 

"Hey, teach, you liked that?" they asked her. 

"Oh, yes," she replied. "It was wonderful. I really loved it. I would love 
it if you would fuck me again. Oh, it was so good. It was really so good." 

"That's great," said the leader of the group. "We're glad that you-liked it 
because we are going to fuck you again and again. We all loved it, didn't 
we?" 

The other boys nodded in agreement. They wanted to keep her there and fuck 
her and let her suck their pricks. They didn't ever want to let her go. 

"Please!" she begged. "Please fuck me again. I want to feel your hard meat. 
Please fuck me. Please!" 

The boys looked at each other. They had never expected this from their 
teacher. The most they had hoped for was that she wouldn't put up too much 
of a fight, but she really wanted more! Their Miss Stevenson really wanted 
to be fucked again and again. The thought of that made their pricks harder. 
Instead of getting soft, they remained hard, and they all wanted to fuck her 
now. 

"What would you like now, teacher?" they asked. "Do you want to get fucked 
again by all of us?" 

"Yes," she told them. "It is wonderful. I love it. Please fuck me." 

Miss Stevenson couldn't seem to get herself in control. She knew, even while 
she was pleading to be fucked again, that she should get up and go home. She 
wanted very much to go home and she even thought of reporting these boys to 
the police, but she couldn't. She had to have their pricks inside her hole 
again. She craved it. Her vagina felt cold without a warm cock pumping 
inside. 

"Okay," said their leader. "You can fuck her." He said this to the boy who 
had face-fucked Miss Stevenson before. 

"Thanks," said the boy. "I really am hard again for her cunt. I would love 
to slide my prick all the way up her hole." 

"Yes," she begged. "Fuck me, oh, please fuck me!" The boy began to slide his 
dick inside his teacher's cunt slit. He started to fuck her slowly at first, 
but then more and more rapidly. Her body craved his meat. She couldn't get 
enough cock meat. 

"That feels so good," she told him. "Oh, baby, your prick feels so good!" 
Her legs were spread as wide as she could. It was as if she wanted to 
swallow up his entire body inside her cunt. She wanted all of his hard 
maleness inside her soft and delicate female slit. 

The boy's balls were banging against her flesh. She reached out and began to 
squeeze them. She began to think back to the time when she was playing with 
her brother's balls. They too, felt good. This guy's balls were bigger than 
her brother's. She loved it. She couldn't get enough of that meat. 

Her cunt felt good. That hard meat sliding in and out of her hole was making 
her happy and warm. Miss Stevenson's body hadn't felt that good in a long, 
long time. 

"Your prick feels good inside my pussy," she exclaimed. "Oh, I love it when 
you fuck me!" 

The boy was increasing his speed as he pumped her hole. His penis felt like 
it was going to shoot her cunt full of his sperm. 

"I'm going to fill you up, baby," he told her. "My cock is going to fill 
your cunt hole with all the rest of my cream." 

Suddenly, Miss Stevenson felt a tremendous wave of hot foam pouring into her 
hole. She held on to his body tightly, and pressed him into her as deep as 
he could go. 

"Yes, that's it!" she cried. "Fill me up with your come! Fuck me! Oh, baby, 
that's right! Fuck my hot hole! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She cried aloud as her 
cunt flowed and overflowed with her own juice mixed with her student's 
cream. Her cunt began to ooze and drip warm liquids. Her clit was driving 
her completely wild. 

She was screaming and writhing on the grass. She was loving every bit of it. 
The three boys were going wild over her body. They were having a wonderful 
time. 

When it was over, she just looked up at the boys who had fucked her. She 
still didn't know who they were because they were still covered with their 
masks. Their cocks were still out of their pants, and she would have liked 
to have gotten fucked again. 

"Hey, we gotta get out of here," said their leader. "I think I hear someone 
coming." The three boys zipped up their pants and ran. She lay there. She 
still couldn't move. Her clothes were torn and she didn't have the energy to 
get up. 

She looked up and saw who the footsteps belonged to. It was Douglas. "Hey, 
teach, are you all right." 

"Yeah, I'm okay." 

"You don't look too okay." 

"I'm all right, I said." 

"What happened?" 

"You know perfectly well," she said. "You put those guys up to it." 

"Me?" 

"Yeah, you." 

"I did not," he protested. "I didn't have anything at all to do with it." 

She was beginning now to feel guilty that she had enjoyed getting fucked. 
She wanted to have hated it, because that's what you're suppose to feel when 
you're raped, and she couldn't accept the fact that she enjoyed it. 

She enjoyed it so much that she asked to be fucked again, and again but it 
wasn't right. 

"You had everything to do with it," she said to him. "You told the boys what 
happened after school yesterday." 

Douglas started to object to that, but changed his mind. "Okay," he 
admitted, "I did tell them." 

"Why did you lie about it earlier?" she asked. 

"I don't know," he said. "I just wanted to forget about the whole thing." 

"Why?" 

"I don't know. I guess I didn't want you to call my father and tell him." 

"Maybe I still will!" she said. "I can still do that." 

Miss Stevenson started to gather what was left of her clothes. She luckily 
had a few safety pins with her in her bag, and she pinned her dress so that 
no one could tell right away that her dress was torn. 

"You wouldn't tell him, would you?" he pleaded. "He'll beat me if he knew." 

"Why shouldn't I?" she demanded. "Why shouldn't I go right now and tell him 
what you did yesterday and what you made these boys do today?" 

"Because I didn't make you suck my cock," he said. "You just felt my hard 
prick and you wanted to do it. I had nothing to do with it." 

"That's a lie," she said. "You forced me to do it." 

"No I didn't," he insisted, "besides you liked it. Admit it, Miss Stevenson, 
you really liked sucking my cock." 

"So?" 

"So, you have no right to complain to my father about it because you wanted 
it as much as I did. You wouldn't be very fair if you did that." 

"Well, I don't know," she said. "I think I should tell him." 

"Please don't," he begged. "I'll let you do anything at all to me if you 
won't call him. He can be very mean if he wants to." 

"Well, I guess I don't have to," she said, eyeing his crotch. "You do have 
something that I want. If you let me suck your cock again, I'll never call 
him." 

"Okay, teacher," he said. "You've got yourself a deal. I know that you like 
my cock. I knew that yesterday. You do like it, don't you?" 

"Yes," she admitted. "I do like big cocks. They make my cunt and mouth feel 
so good. But you will have to do one thing for me," she said. 

"Sure," he replied. "What's that?" 

"You mustn't ever tell anyone ever again what we do together. I'm sure that 
you can understand why." 

"Okay, Miss Stevenson," he said. "I won't tell a soul. I promise." 

"Well, let's not stay here," she told him. "It's getting late and I'm tired 
of being in this park. We can go to my place." 

"Where do you live?" he asked her. "Is it far? My father will be expecting 
me." 

"It's not far," she said. "It's only a little ways from here. We can walk. 
It should only take us about ten minutes." 

"Great," he said. "I'm glad that we are getting along better now." 

"So am I," said Miss Stevenson. "I think that the two of us can become 
really great friends." 

Teacher and pupil walked together slowly out of the park. The approached her 
house, and when they entered, she offered him a drink. 

"Gee, thanks," he said. "My father never lets me drink. He says that twelve 
is much too young to drink." 

"Well, maybe he's right," she said. "I had forgotten how young you were. You 
seem much more mature for your age than twelve." 

"Oh." He sounded disappointed. "I guess maybe I shouldn't drink then. I 
wouldn't want to get you into any sort of trouble." 

"How could you get me in trouble?" she asked. "If you want a drink, I guess 
it's all right for you to have one." 

"Yeah, I really would like one." 

"What will you have?" 

"I don't know. What is there?" 

"Scotch. Bourbon. Vodka." 

"Vodka, please. I really don't like the taste of scotch. Do you have orange 
juice or something to go with it?" 

Miss Stevenson smiled. He was very young. He probably didn't like the taste 
of vodka either, and vodka had no taste. 

"Sure," she said. She went into the kitchen and came back with two 
screwdrivers. "Here," she said as she handed Douglas one of the drinks. 

They toasted each other. Miss Stevenson was glad to have a companion in her 
living room. It had been empty for so long. 

"I'm really glad you're my teacher," said Douglas. "I like you." 

"And I like you very much too," she replied. "I'm glad that you are in my 
class. I think that now that we understand each other, we'll be able to get 
along quite well." 

"Yeah," said Douglas, patting his crotch. "This is what will keep us 
together." 

"That's true," she agreed. "I still can't get over how big your prick is. I 
would never have thought that a boy your age would have such a big cock." 

"It runs in the family," said Douglas. "You should see my father's prick. 
His cock is almost twelve inches long." 

"Really?" exclaimed Miss Stevenson. "That would really feel great inside my 
cunt. I could feel that cock sliding all the way inside my body. I don't 
think my pussy has ever taken in a cock that big." 

"My prick isn't that big," said Douglas, "but it's still bigger than most 
guys. I really loved the way you sucked my cock. I bet if I fucked you, we 
would both love it even more." 

"I know we would," said Miss Stevenson. "I think that's what I would really 
like you to do." 

"Sure," said Douglas. "I would really like to get to know your fleshy 
vagina. I know I will like it. You look like one dynamite chick." 

Miss Stevenson began to put her arms around Douglas. She loved young boys. 
The younger a boy was, the better she liked him, and a young boy with a big 
prick was the best of all. 

"Do you prefer older women?" she asked him. "Would you rather fuck a girl 
your own age, or a woman like me?" Miss Stevenson's referring to herself as 
an older woman was funny, inasmuch as she was just in her early twenties. 
But to Douglas, she must have seemed like an older woman. 

"Actually, it doesn't matter to me," said Douglas. "I like women to have big 
tits and a luscious slit. I bet you have really soft cunt lips. Your tits 
are great. And you like my cock. That's what I really go for in a woman." 

"Well, I go for you," said Miss Stevenson. "I go for a boy who has a really 
big piece of meat." 

"That's good," said Douglas, "because right now my meat is getting bigger 
than it has ever gotten before, If you thought my cock was big yesterday, 
wait until I'm fucking you. Look how hard it is now." 

Douglas unzipped his pants. His prick was harder than it had been, and he 
was aching to fuck his junior high school teacher. 

"Wow," she exclaimed. "Your cock is something. Nobody has ever fucked me 
with a cock like that." 

"Well, Danny fucked you this afternoon.. . " Douglas realized that he said 
something he shouldn't have said. 

"Danny Smith?" 

"Uh, forget I said that." 

"I thought his voice sounded familiar. So it was Danny Smith. I wonder who 
the other guys were." 

Douglas felt ashamed that he had betrayed his friends. He wondered what Miss 
Stevenson would do to them. 

"Look," he said. "I know I shouldn't have said that. I hope you won't do 
anything to them." 

"I don't know," she replied. "Why?" 

"I won't let you suck me ever again, and I won't fuck you, even though I 
want to, unless you promise that you won't report them." 

"I don't know," she said. "What they did was unforgivable." 

"Maybe," said Douglas, "but they really were turned on by you. You've got to 
admit that you are a sexy lady." 

"You think so?" 

"Oh, come on, Miss Stevenson, you know you are sexy. Look at how hard all 
those boys got because of you. You are a really great looking chick." 

"Well thanks," said Miss Stevenson. "I guess I'm not bad looking." 

"Not bad looking? Hell, you are beautiful. That's why my cock is so hard. 
It's hard because I'm just waiting to fuck that delicious slit that you've 
got. I want to fuck you, Miss Stevenson. I want to fuck you really bad." 

Douglas started playing with his cock. His huge elongated meat became harder 
and harder under the pressure of his hand. 

"Oh, Douglas, that's beautiful. Oh, Douglas, baby I want it, I want your 
cock!" Miss Stevenson reached out to touch it. She put one hand on her 
crotch and tried to touch Douglas' ! prick with the other. 

"No," he said. "You can't have it." 

"But I want it." 

"Please!" 

"Promise me that you won't get Danny or any of the others in trouble." 

"I can't." 

"Then you can't have my cock." Douglas started to put his cock back inside 
his pants. He stood up, and she looked longingly at his penis. 

"Okay," she said, "I promise. I won't tell on them. I must feel your cock 
inside my cunt, Douglas. I must let you fuck me. Please fuck me. I want your 
balls and your cock. Please!" 

"Well, okay," he said. "You've promised now, remember." 

"I promise, I promise," she insisted. "Please fuck me. Oh, Douglas, please 
take out your cock and balls again. Please unzip your pants! Your cock looks 
so tempting even inside your pants. Please fuck me!" 

She reached out and massaged his fly. His cock was still stiff and throbbing 
and she desperately craved his meat. 

"You'll have to do as I say," he told her. 

"You will have to do everything that I tell you to do." 

"I will," she panted. "I will. Tell me to do anything. I will do it so long 
as I have your meat inside my body. Please, Douglas. Please let me feel your 
prick." 

"Okay," he said unzipping his fly again. "You can touch my penis." 

"Oh, thank you, thank you," she moaned. "Oh, Douglas, your cock is so big. 
Oh, Douglas, I love feeling your hard meat and your balls. Let me eat your 
balls and your dick, please Douglas. I want to suck your cock." 

"No," he said. "You will do as I say now. I don't want you to give me 
orders. I'm going to give you the orders around here." 

"Yes, yes, anything you say, Douglas. I will do anything you say so long as 
you fuck me. Fuck me, please!" 

"Okay," he said. "First remove all your clothes. Do it slowly so I can get 
really excited." 

"Yes," she panted. "I will take off everything." She started to unbutton her 
blouse. 

"What are you doing?" he asked. "I'm taking off my blouse," she said. "Why?" 

"Because I want you to see my tits. I want to enjoy licking my tits and my 
nipples and sucking them and eating them. Please suck my tits Douglas, here 
they are, suck them!" She cupped her breasts in her hands and offered them 
to him." 

Douglas reached out and grabbed his teacher's tits. "Mmmmm, they are good," 
he said as his tongue licked her nipples. "Your tits are really good." He 
licked and sucked hard on them. He was getting really hot now, and he was 
aching to thrust his prick deep into Miss Stevenson's hot pussy. 

"Now, now," she pleaded. "Fuck me, oh, Douglas, fuck me. Ram your cock all 
the way into my hole. I want my pussy meat to feel your big dick sliding in 
and out. Please fuck me, Douglas, please fuck me really hard." 

Douglas looked at her. She really was luscious. She was removing her panties 
now, and he could see her dripping cunt, completely open to him. He was 
ready to ram her pussy with his hard cock. 

"I've got a really big hard-on for you," he told her. "My cock is ready to 
enter your slit. Oh, baby, it looks good. Your cunt really looks ripe and 
ready for me." 

"It is, it is," she insisted. "I want your prick to be fucking my quim, 
Douglas. Please, please fuck me really hard." She grasped hold of his balls. 
"Oh, these feel so good. They are full of juice, Douglas, and I want that 
juice shot up into my pussy hole. I want your cream to empty itself deep 
into my hole. Fuck me, Douglas, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!! " 

"Oh, yes, baby!" he panted, "I'm going to fuck you. Watch my dick enter your 
hole. Oh, baby, that feels so good. I love it. I love to feel your cunt 
around my dick. Wow, baby, this feels so nice!" 

Her cunt lips parted and allowed his penis to enter. He was so hard, that 
she could feel him practically all the way up her body. She needed that 
meat. She needed that twelve-year-old boy's hard cock to make her pussy slit 
feel really good and warm. Her juices were flowing rapidly, and she 
lubricated his spear and they both felt really good. 

"Oh!" she cried. "Oh, Douglas, I love it! Your prick feels great inside my 
flesh! Your balls are slapping my cunt meat. Fuck me harder, Douglas! Fuck 
me as hard as you can!" She was groaning and screaming as loud as she could. 
She didn't have to worry this time about a crowd hearing her because they 
were alone in her apartment. She loved getting fucked. This was the best 
fuck of her entire life. She had never felt so satisfied before. 

Douglas was pumping away madly inside her body. He felt his cock penetrating 
all the way inside her hole. He began to bite hard on her tits, and she 
squealed with erotic delight. 

"Oh, baby, I'm going to come!" he shouted. "I'm going to shoot your cunt 
full of hot cream!" 

"Yes!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Oh, Douglas, let me feel my cunt filling up 
with your juice. Let me feel you, baby! Shoot me! Fuck me! Fill me up with 
hot come!" 

Douglas' prick let loose with hot jets of creamy come. His sperm shot out 
with great force entering her luscious cunt hole and making them both happy. 
"Oh, baby, oh, baby!" he shouted. "Oh, baby, it feels so good!" 

He pumped rapidly. He couldn't control himself. He went wild. His balls 
swung wildly in the air, slamming down hard on her cunt. His prick flooded 
her hole with hot juice. 

Miss Stevenson's cunt syrups oozed out of her hole. She screamed with 
pleasure as her clitoris began to make her go wild. 

"I'm coming!" she shouted. "My cunt is making me crazy!" Her cunt filled up 
with both of their comes. They held each other tightly. His young prick meat 
and her luscious slit were joined in a wild and frenzied climax. 

"Oh, baby, that was wonderful!" he exclaimed. "You have a dynamite cunt 
hole." 

She looked pleased. Douglas removed his prick from her hole, but immediately 
put his fingers into her cunt. "Oh, Douglas, baby," she gasped. "I don't 
want you to stop. I would like to have your young cock meat inside my hole 
all the time." 

"I can, baby, I can," he said. "Boy, do you have a luscious slit. I could 
really fuck you all the time." 

"Yes, yes," she panted, as he fucked her again, this time with his fingers. 
"Oh, that is wonderful." 

Douglas really enjoyed playing with her meat. She had a beautiful pussy 
hole. His fingers felt good ramming into her hole, and he would have liked 
to have spent the entire evening with his teacher. 

"Oh," he exclaimed as he glanced at his watch, "it's really getting quite 
late. I would like to stay, but I can't. My father will be getting very 
angry with me if I don't get back right away." 

"Do you really have to leave?" she asked. "I would very much like you to 
stay." 

"I'd love to stay," he said. "I would like nothing better than to be with 
you and fuck you all night long. Look," he said, pointing to his stiffening 
cock, "my cock is getting hard again, just thinking about staying with you, 
but I can't, I really can't. We'll have another session again, soon, I 
promise you." 

"Oh, I'd like that very much," she said. "I would really like it if you were 
to fuck me again. I need your cock Douglas. I know you've probably never 
heard a teacher say this to you before, but I do need your cock. I need your 
beautiful young prick and your balls more than I've ever needed a piece of 
male meat before." 

"Sure, Miss Stevenson," he said, "I will be back. We are going to have some 
great times together, I just know it." 

"Yes, please!" she said. "I need you very much." 

"Good," he replied. "I've really got to go now. I'll see you in school 
tomorrow and then we can set up some more times together. I'm sorry I've got 
to run, but I do." 

Douglas got dressed. He put his shirt back on, and then his pants. Miss 
Stevenson tried to hold on to his cock so that he couldn't leave, but he 
pulled it away from her and zipped up his pants. She longed to hold onto his 
bulging crotch, but he unlocked the door and left. 

This was one student that she was never told about all during her training. 
Obviously, Miss Stevenson had a lot to learn. 

CHAPTER THREE 

So Douglas had gone. Miss Stevenson was alone again, and she was beginning 
to hate it. She wanted to get married, but there hadn't been the right guy 
before. Douglas was the right guy, but he was twelve years old, practically 
half her age. 

Who else was there? No one. Miss Stevenson thought about her former lovers, 
of which there were very few. She had once been seeing a young man who 
studied with her, but he left her sexually unsatisfied. 

There was a guy, named Jeremy, who loved to fuck her, and he did have a big 
cock, but he moved to another city without so much as saying goodbye. She 
thought she had loved him, but since he had gone, all she could think about 
was his cock, and she wanted more than that in a marriage. 

If only Douglas were older! If only he were eighteen or so. That wouldn't be 
too young, but to wait for him to grow up would be too difficult. He 
probably would forget all about her once he left her class. Douglas was 
interested in her only because he had something to gain by being nice to 
her. She was important to him only because she could give him good grades. 
He didn't really care about her. 

Miss Stevenson felt lonely all over again. There was no one in her life. No 
one special person who cared about her and about whom she felt particular 
tenderness. She had entered teaching hoping to meet some nice young eligible 
bachelors, but she didn't seem able to meet them. Where were they? Where 
were all these nice young men? 

Miss Stevenson went to prepare her dinner again. She hated eating alone. 
Maybe she could persuade Douglas to dine with her the next evening. Maybe 
that's what she would do. So she couldn't marry him, at least she could be 
with him. They could fuck or do whatever he wanted. She was going to speak 
to him the very next day. 

Miss Stevenson decided that she would do whatever he asked. His cock so 
appealed to her, that to have it, she would do whatever he wanted. It didn't 
matter what he would say, she would be willing to give in to him. The 
thought of it excited her. She was going to be his slave. 

The next day at school, Miss Stevenson decided that she would have a talk 
with the boys who raped her. She knew Danny had done it, but who were the 
other two? 

"I would like to see you after class," she said to Danny. 

"Why?" 

"You'll find out later," she said. "It's important that I talk to you." 

Douglas heard this and became very upset She had promised him that she 
wouldn't do anything that could hurt Danny, and this sounded like she was 
breaking her promise. He decided to wait around and see what she planned to 
do. 

"Well?" demanded Danny after everyone else had gone home. 

"I just want to know if it was you who attacked me yesterday," she said. 
"Was it?" 

"Who, me?" he replied. 

"Yes," she said. "I want you to be honest. I won't do anything that will get 
you into trouble, but I want to know who did it." 

"Well, I don't know," said Danny. 

"What do you mean, you don't know? You must know if it was you or not." 

"Yeah, it was me, but I can't tell you who the other guys were." 

"Come on, Danny, tell me." 

"No. I won't snitch on them." 

"If you don't, I'll send you down to Dr. Strong. It would be better if you 
told me who your companions were." 

"No." 

"Okay, Danny, you go right down to the principal's office. He will be 
waiting for you." 

Danny started to leave. He wasn't going to rat on his friends. His friend, 
Douglas, strode into the room. 

"Hey," he called out, "you lied to me." 

"What are you talking about, Douglas?" replied Miss Stevenson. "I didn't he 
to you." 

"Yes you did. You promised me that you wouldn't get Danny in trouble for 
having sex with you in the park yesterday. You are sending him down to the 
principal's office." 

"Yes," she said. "But that's because he wouldn't tell me who his friends 
were. I have no intention of getting him in trouble because of his fucking 
me, but I have to know who the others are." 

"Why?" 

"Because I just have to know. I don't like to be fucked by anonymous people. 
I need to know who they were." 

"What's going to happen to Danny?" asked Douglas. 

"I don't know," his teacher replied. "You had better ask Dr. Strong that. I 
really don't know what he is going to do to him." 

"Well, I think you are being unfair. You know that he only did it because he 
thought you would enjoy it." 

"I do not enjoy having a knife in my back. That's not what I would call 
fun." 

"Well, they didn't intend to use it, you know. If you had run away, they 
wouldn't have hurt you." 

"How was I to know that? If you felt a knife in your back, you would do what 
that person said, wouldn't you? Or are you one of our brave citizens who 
would ignore all that?" 

"I guess you are right," said Douglas. "I just hope that Danny doesn't get 
suspended or anything. I would hate to see that. He's my best friend." 

"If he's that close to you, then you can tell him to reveal the names of his 
friends. I won't have this nonsense going on. Do you understand? 

"Sure," said Douglas. "But I couldn't get him to reveal the names of his 
friends. He wouldn't do it. It's just not like him." 

"Okay, have it your way, but I will take no responsibility for what Dr. 
Strong does to him. It's out of my hands entirely." 

Douglas was very depressed when he left. He wanted to help Danny, but he 
realized that his teacher was right. It was one thing to have sex with 
someone who was willing, but another to use a knife. That was really going 
too far. 

Miss Stevenson didn't want to see Douglas upset, but she really had no 
choice. She had to find out who those boys were who pulled a knife on her 
and forced her to get fucked. She did enjoy it, but that was secondary. She 
could have been hurt. 

Danny and Dr. Strong entered her classroom just as soon as Douglas had gone. 

"What seems to be the trouble, Miss Stevenson?" asked the principal. "This 
young man refuses to talk to me at all." 

"Well, Danny, are you going to tell Dr. Strong what happened?" 

"No." 

"Shall I?" 

"You wouldn't dare," he said. "It would get you in more trouble than it 
would get me." 

"Is that so? Are you challenging me?" 

"No, I just think that you don't really want to tell Dr. Strong what 
happened." 

"What did happen?" he asked. "What has been going on?" 

"This young man pulled a knife on me yesterday," said Miss Stevenson. "He 
and two of his friends." 

"Really? Is that so, Danny?" 

"Well, we really didn't mean any harm," said Danny. "We were just kidding 
around." 

"Oh, is that so? Well, you really meant it then," said Miss Stevenson. "You 
weren't kidding, I assure you." 

"Well, you come with me, young man," said Dr. Strong. "I'm going to have to 
call your parents about this." 

He pulled Danny with him out of Miss Stevenson's classroom. She sat down at 
her desk. She hoped that Dr. Strong wouldn't expel him, but she really had 
no other choice. She still had to find out who those other two boys were. 

She sat there for about half an hour. She was about to leave when Dr. Strong 
entered the room again. 

"What did actually happen?" he asked. "I could get nothing else out of that 
kid." 

"Well, it doesn't matter," she said. "I would rather not talk about it." 

"I think it would be better if you did," said. 'I know it might be painful, 
but I think you should really not put it out of your mind. That sort of 
thing only encourages these creeps." 

"Oh, Danny isn't a creep," said Miss Stevenson. "I think he and his friends 
just got carried away, that's all." 

"Look," he said, "I've been in this business a lot longer than you have. I 
know that unless you put a stop to things like this very early, they will 
continue. I have known Danny, and I have a feeling that I know what he did." 

"Oh?" She looked at him questioningly. 

"Did he rape you? I know you might be embarrassed at this, but did he?" 

Miss Stevenson turned red. 

"I can see that he did. Well, you aren't the first one. He raped two other 
teachers last year, but each of them was afraid to file a complaint. If you 
don't, then there's nothing we can do." 

"I don't want to file a complaint," said Miss Stevenson. "I just want to 
find out who those other boys were." 

"I would file a complaint if I were you," said Dr. Strong, "or Danny and his 
friends will just be encouraged to do this again. I know it can be difficult 
for you, but we've got to stop them somewhere." 

"Well, let me think about it," said Miss 

Stevenson. "I will have to talk it over with some people." To her, some 
people meant Douglas. She would speak to him tomorrow and maybe she could 
persuade his friend to reveal those two other names. That way, Danny would 
be spared expulsion. 

Dr. Strong left her alone. She gathered up her things and started to go 
home. She was nearly home when she ran into Danny. 

"Oh, hello," she said as she continued to walk. "Did Dr. Strong say anything 
to you?" 

"He's going to expel me," said Danny. "All because of you." 

"Because of me? How so?" 

"Because you told him what happened. I didn't think you would. He said you 
are going to file a complaint against me." 

"So?" 

"Well, I don't think that's fair. You enjoyed it as much as we did. You are 
being a hypocrite." 

"Who were your friends? I won't file a complaint if you tell me who your 
friends were." 

"I can't." 

"Then I can't help you. Good day." She started to walk on. He followed her. 

"You can't mean that, can you?" 

"I can mean anything I want," she said. "Why?" 

"Well, if I tell you, will you drop the complaint." 

"Possibly." 

"Then why should I tell you?" 

"Because if you don't, then I definitely won't drop the complaint. You know 
what will happen to you if you get expelled?" 

"No, what?" 

"The only school you will be able to go to will be a reform school. You 
wouldn't like that very much, I can assure you." 

"Well, if I tell you, please don't let me get expelled." 

"Tell me, and then I'll decide." 

"Okay," he said. He looked miserable as he was about to squeal on his two 
friends. "They were Arnie Jackson and Owen Carroll." 

"Arnie and Owen? Are you sure?" 

"Yeah, I wouldn't get innocent guys in trouble. Please don't get me 
expelled." 

"I'll see. You go home now. I'll talk to you again tomorrow." 

"Yeah, thanks," said Danny. 

Miss Stevenson walked home. She wondered what she should do. She really had 
no intention of filing a complaint against him, but Dr. Strong thought that 
she should. She would just like to forget the whole thing now. It was both 
pleasant and unpleasant, but she wanted to turn her attention to other 
matters and not bother with him anymore. 

The next day, she arrived early, as his her custom, and discovered that 
Douglas was there before her. She was surprised to see him there at that 
hour, and said so. 

"Yeah, well I wanted to talk to you before anyone else got here," he said. 
"I want to talk to you about Danny." 

"What about Danny?" asked Miss Stevenson. "What do you want to talk about?" 

"I really would appreciate it if you wouldn't get him expelled," he said. 
"Maybe I will try to talk him into revealing those names." 

"lie already did," said Miss Stevenson. "Yesterday." 

"Really?" 

"Yes. Arnie and Owen. At least I assume he was telling me the truth." 
Douglas whistled. 

"Wow! Yeah, that's who they were. I didn't think he would say anything. So 
you won't expel him?" 

"I didn't make any promises," said Miss Stevenson, "but I'm glad that he 
came forward with the truth. I don't think I will file a complaint." 

"You can't," said Douglas, "because you promised me you wouldn't." 

"That's true," said his teacher. "Very well, I won't, but I would like you 
to see to it that he doesn't do anything like that again." 

"Okay, Miss Stevenson, I will." Douglas was overjoyed that his friend had 
gotten a reprieve. He eagerly awaited the arrival of Danny to tell him the 
good news. 

Joseph Baker, one of her earliest troublemakers walked into the room with 
Danny. He apparently had decided that he would rape Miss Stevenson if she 
didn't drop the complaint, but when Douglas shouted to Danny that he wasn't 
going to be expelled, Joseph calmed down. 

Miss Stevenson wondered what was happening. She had a feeling that she had 
done the right thing, because several of the boys looked at her with much 
hatred. She wondered if she should right then and there ask for a transfer 
to another school and start out all over. 

There was a bit of trouble in the classroom that day. It was Friday, and no 
one wanted to pay her any attention. She was having trouble with the girls 
for the first time, and she was really furious when Douglas and Maryjane 
Adams kept whispering to each other all during class. 

"I'd like to speak to both of you after school," she said to them. "This 
sort of thing has got to stop." 

Maryjane giggled. She knew what sometimes went on during Miss Stevenson's 
after-hours lectures, but she was there with Douglas. 

"Okay, you two, I want you to know that if either one of you continue to 
talk during my classes, you both can be suspended. Don't start acting up 
with me." 

Douglas looked a little embarrassed. He didn't want to seem like teacher's 
pet, which is what some of the kids were calling him. and he needed to act 
up to prove that he was still a regular guy. Maryjane was a little 
troublemaker from the start, and the two of them were proving to be a 
headache for the teacher. 

She was about to really give them a scolding, when she received a message 
that the principal wanted to speak to her. She figured that it was about 
Danny, and she decided to tell him to drop the complaint, but she had to 
leave Douglas and Maryjane. 

"I want you two to be here when I get back," she said. "I will return very 
soon. Don't either one of you two leave. I'm not finished with you yet." 

"Well, okay," said Douglas. He knew he was going to catch hell from his 
father. He hadn't been home on time all week. 

Miss Stevenson's guess about what Dr. Strong had on his mind was correct. 
She explained to him that Danny had apologized and that he had given her the 
names of his two friends, and that she therefore didn't want to pursue the 
matter any further. 

"Well, I think you are making a mistake," he told her, "but I can't force 
you to do things my way. I would really think it better if he were to be 
gotten rid of." 

"I don't agree with you," said Miss Stevenson. "I would like to forget the 
whole tiling." 

He reluctantly agreed not to expel Danny, and Miss Stevenson headed back 
towards her classroom. She opened the door and was amazed at what she saw. 

Douglas and Maryjane were on the floor in the back of the room and they were 
fucking. They hadn't heard her enter, and so they didn't stop their 
activity. 

"Oh, Douglas, your cock is so big!" exclaimed Maryjane. "It's making my cunt 
all hot and wet!" 

Douglas was pumping away at that young girl's hole. His prick was deeply 
embedded in her body, and he was causing her to scream with ecstasy. 

"Fuck me!" she cried. "Oh, Douggie, fuck me, fuck me!" Miss Stevenson looked 
with amazement as her pupil's prick pounded away at that eleven-year-old 
female flesh. She had a young pubescent cunt and Douglas' cock looked like 
it was too big for it. 

"Yes, Maryjane, baby, I'm going to really make you feel good. My cock is 
going to make your hole feel really great. Do you like my cock?" 

"Oh, yes, Douglas, oh yes! I love your big meat. My hot cunt feels so good. 
I feel my juices flowing all over your big meat." 

"What's going on here?" demanded Miss Stevenson. "What are you doing?" 

Douglas looked up at her. "Oh, we got carried away." He stopped pumping his 
prick into Maryjane and she looked frightened. 

"You should do that at home," said their teacher. "This is my classroom." 

"Oh, come off it," said Maryjane, "you and Douglas had sex here. He told me 
that you sucked his cock. If you can do it, why can't I?" 

"What did you tell her?" she asked Douglas. "Did you tell her that?" 

Douglas looked sheepish. "Yeah," he said. "I did say that. It was true, you 
know. You did suck my cock right here in this room." 

"See?" said Maryjane. "If you can suck his cock here, then I can get fucked. 
I love big pricks and Douglas has a really fat cock." 

"Well, then," said Douglas, "you and Miss Stevenson have something in 
common. Both of you like big pricks." 

Maryjane giggled. "Well, I've got him now," she said. "You can't have him 
until I'm finished, right, Douggie?" 

"Right," answered Douglas. "We're almost done. I'm almost about to shoot." 
He and Maryjane went back to their activity. Miss Stevenson was fascinated 
by the sight of two of her pupils fucking. Their young bodies really turned 
her on. 

The continued to fuck. She could see that Douglas was about ready to come. 
The sight of his huge prick thrust deep into that nubile young girl's twat 
made her own cunt begin to ooze. She put her hands inside her skirt and 
started to finger-fuck herself. 

Her eyes became glued to Douglas' cock. In and out it went into Maryjane's 
hot open slit. She could see Maryjane's juices flowing out of her hole, and 
she wanted to get down and lick that sweet cunt. Yes, she thought, why not? 
Why not lick out Maryjane's cunt hole? She got down on her knees and started 
to help Douglas drive Maryjane completely wild. 

"Oh, fuck me!" she cried. "Oh, that feels so good! I want that cock, 
Douglas! Fuck me hard with your big hard prick meat." 

Suddenly, Douglas's prick opened up and a torrent of cream gushed out. "I'm 
coming!" he shouted. "Oh, baby, I'm coming! I'm shooting! I'm coming!" His 
come raced forth into her hole and it began to ooze out of her slit mixed 
with her come. Miss Stevenson's tongue rapidly flicked out and she scooped 
up both their juices and drank them. 

"That tastes good," said Miss Stevenson. "Douglas, your come tastes even 
better mixed with hot female syrup." 

"You bet it does," cried Maryjane. "Lick out my cunt hole, teacher. Please 
lick my fucking hot pussy slit! Eat me, baby, eat my cunt hole!" 

Miss Stevenson went wild, sucking and licking Maryjane's hot hole. Douglas 
was withdrawing his penis from that young slit, and Miss Stevenson licked 
his shaft as it came out, and then went back to continue sucking Maryjane. 

"That looks exciting," exclaimed Douglas. "I would like to join you and lick 
her hole." He bent over and started to suck out Maryjane. His teacher's 
tongue met his and they kissed for a long time. Douglas began to get excited 
again, and his prick started to stiffen up. 

"I would like to fuck you, Miss Stevenson," he announced. "Look at my cock. 
See how stiff I'm getting. You are really turning me on, I really mean it. 
I'm so hard, I could fuck both of you at once. You are making my hard-on 
bigger and bigger." 

Miss Stevenson took hold of Douglas' stiff dork and began to rub it. She 
wanted it to become very stiff so it would feel really good up her vaginal 
hole. 

"Yes," she panted. "Fuck me, Douglas. Please fuck me again." 

"What about me?" asked Maryjane. "I want to be fucked again too." 

"I'll eat out your hole while he's fucking me," said Miss Stevenson. "You 
should really like that. Your hole will feel really great and so will mine." 

Miss Stevenson proceeded to eat her female pupil's cunt hole. Her tongue 
flicked in and out of that sweet and delicate hole. It was hot and wet and 
Maryjane began to writhe with great ecstasy. It was driving her wild. 

"Oh, Miss Stevenson," she moaned, "your tongue is making my cunt feel so 
hot. Please lick my hole out. Eat my hot cunt, please eat me! Eat my hole!" 

Douglas was getting very excited watching the two females have sex. He 
grabbed hold of his penis and started to press it all over Miss Stevenson's 
body. His hard prick felt good in his hand. He loved playing with his cock 
and Miss Stevenson's cunt seemed quite ready to take it in. 

"I'm going to fuck you now," he told her. I'm ready to fuck you with my 
stiff shaft. Take it in, Miss Stevenson. Spread your legs and let me fuck 
you." 

His balls were hot and ready to release some more juice just as soon as his 
shaft was stimulated enough. He knew that Miss Stevenson's hot cunt hole 
would provide just the right amount of massage. He wanted to flood her body 
with his hot cream. 

"Fuck me!" Miss Stevenson cried. "Oh, Douglas baby, I want to feel your huge 
tool. Fuck my hot and horny hole," she commanded. "Oh, baby, I want it. I 
need it! I have got to be fucked, please fuck me! Fuck me really hard!" 

Douglas was only too eager to fuck his teacher. He felt for her pussy hairs 
with the tip of his cock and finding them, forced his prick past her cunt 
lips and sank his organ deep into her open flesh hole. 

"Ohh!! " Miss Steven sighed. "Oh, Douglas, that is wonderful. I love your 
prick. Your cock and balls are really driving me wild. Fuck me, baby, fuck 
me!" 

His prick slid all the way into her hole. She could feel his balls trying to 
enter her twat also and she wanted to open herself wide enough to let all of 
Douglas in. 

"Eat my cunt!" screamed Maryjane. "Oh, please eat my pussy hole. I want to 
feel your big hot tongue sucking hard on my pussy slit. Suck me out, please 
suck me! Suck me!" 

Miss Stevenson was going wild. Her cunt was filled with Douglas' hard meat 
and she was sucking out Maryjane's hot oozing slit. She couldn't control her 
shivering and shaking. She had to have more. More cock and more balls and 
more cunt. Miss Stevenson was going crazy with lustful desire for the hard 
penis and soft cunt that she now possessed. 

Douglas was pounding inside her vagina violently. He thrust and plunged his 
cock all the way into her quim and he began to shake too. He was ready to 
shoot his load deep into his teacher's quim and he was going to coat her 
walls with his thick and creamy fluid. 

"I'm coming!" he shouted. "Oh, baby, I'm coming! I'm shooting, I'm fucking 
your cunt! Fuck! Cock! Cunt! I'm fucking you, baby! I'm shooting my hot 
cream!" 

Miss Stevenson could feel his hot cream shooting deep into her hole. She 
felt her oozing slit filling up with his cream at the same time that she was 
losing her juice. The floor was getting very wet, but none of them cared. 

"Eat me!" moaned Maryjane. "Eat my fucking hot cunt hole, please eat me! Eat 
me!" Miss Stevenson's tongued that girl's young slit and Maryjane went wild. 
She felt those hot juices on her tongue as her young student began to cream 
inside her cunt. Her juices flowed like mad and the more they leaked out, 
the faster Miss Stevenson's tongue went. 

The three of them were going wild. Douglas still felt his cock wanting 
another orgasm. That kid really could spurt and spurt all day long. Miss 
Stevenson wanted to take it in her mouth and suck him off again. 

"Please let me suck you!" she pleaded. "I want to feel that hard cock shoved 
into my face again." 

"I've got to go home," he said. "My father will beat me if I don't show up 
for dinner." 

"For dinner? Is it that late already?" 

"Yeah," said Douglas. "It's almost five-thirty. I think I had better be 
going." 

"Me too," echoed Maryjane. "I have got to go home. Thanks, Miss Stevenson. 
You really made me feel very good. I love the way your tongue licked out my 
hole." 

"It felt very good for me too," said Miss Stevenson. "I hadn't realized that 
your cunt would be so delicious. You look so young and your cunt could have 
been underdeveloped." 

"Oh, no," she exclaimed. "My cunt has been giving me pleasure ever since I 
was nine. I love getting tongue-fucked and face-fucked and just plain 
fucked. I love cocks and balls and cunts. I would like to do this again. Do 
you think we could?" 

"Sure," said Miss Stevenson. "I think that the three of us could get 
together again, but perhaps we shouldn't do it here. I think it would be 
better if we were to go over to my place. It's much safer there. No one will 
be there to surprise us." 

"Who could surprise us here?" asked Maryjane. 

"Well, you never know," said Miss Stevenson. "Dr. Strong for one. He's still 
in the school, and it's possible that a few of the other teachers will still 
be here." 

"Yeah, I guess so," said Maryjane. "Perhaps it would be better at your 
place. I think that's a great idea." 

"Yeah," agreed Douglas. "I know that I would feel much more comfortable if 
we could remain undisturbed. I could even get a bigger hard-on." 

"You couldn't possibly get a bigger hard-on," said Miss Stevenson. "I have 
never seen a boy your age or even any age with a cock like yours. You look 
like your cock was really as big as it could possibly ever get." 

"Yes, my prick did get very hard and big," said Douglas, "but I would like 
to see if I can even get it bigger. Maybe with the three of us at your 
place, we could really go wild. With two cunts, I think my cock can get the 
biggest it has ever been." 

"We'll see," said Miss Stevenson. "Meantime, we really should go. It's 
getting quite late for all of us." 

"Yes," said Maryjane, "and thank you again." The three of them got up, and 
got ready to leave. They were all quite happy over the latest turn of 
events. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Miss Stevenson had a nice quiet weekend. She longed for the feel of her star 
pupil's hard penis, but she was still relieved that she didn't have any 
classes. It would be nice to stay home and just relax. 

Most people use the weekends to have fun, but this teacher found that they 
were much more boring than during the week. The weekend meant that she was 
alone, and she didn't really like that. 

Oh, she had tried to go out on dates. There were a few men in her life, but 
they didn't really interest her. In the first place, she really preferred 
them young. She loved young boys, and the younger they were the more she 
liked them. The men she dated were all older than she was, and even though 
some of them were quite experienced sexually and did things with her that no 
younger man would have even thought of, let alone been able to do, she still 
found that youthful naivite was what she really craved. She loved showing a 
boy how to use his cock and balls. That really excited her, and she was 
pleased that so many of the children in her classroom enjoyed her body. 

She knew for the first time that she enjoyed young boys when she was still 
in college. She had been living with her parents and her mother had ordered 
groceries from the market. They still hadn't been delivered when her parents 
had to leave. 

"Now Roberta," admonished her mother, "you know you shouldn't leave until 
the boy comes with the groceries. The food will spoil if you don't put it 
right away into the refrigerator." 

"Yes, mother," said Miss Stevenson. "I am not going anywhere tonight. I will 
be home all night studying." 

"You really should get out more often," said her mother. "You know I don't 
like you to stay home every Saturday night." 

"I don't mind," she replied. "I really don't enjoy going out." 

"But Roberta dear, you can meet so many nice young men at school. I don't 
see why you don't date them. You know it isn't as if you weren't asked." 

"Yes, mother, but I just don't want to. The boys in my classes don't 
interest me. They are all so all-knowing and smart-ass. I would like 
somebody who doesn't question and doesn't demand." 

"You won't find men like that," said her mother. "It sounds more like you 
want a young boy." 

Her mother hadn't meant anything by that remark, but Roberta Stevenson 
wondered if it were true. 

"Anyway, I'll be here, so you don't have to worry about your food spoiling." 
Roberta went back to her books as her parents left the house. 

She was quite engrossed in her work, so she didn't hear the doorbell ring at 
first. By the time she finally heard it, she opened the door just in time to 
see the boy entering the elevator. The groceries were lying on the doorstep. 

"Come back!" she shouted. "Wait!" 

The boy hurried out of the elevator. "What do you want, miss?" he asked. He 
was a good-looking young lad of about thirteen. He obviously was helping out 
earn some money for his family, for him to be working so young. 

"I want to give you a tip," she said. "Wait just a minute. I'll go find my 
handbag." She went inside and started to look to see where she kept her 
pocketbook. "I'll find it in a minute." 

"That's all right, lady," said the boy. "I don't mind." 

"No, you can't leave without some change," she insisted. "You work hard. You 
deserve a tip." 

The boy stood at the door. He waited, but he figured that she was so 
scatterbrained that she would never find her pocketbook. 

"Don't stand there," she said, noticing him, "I think you could come in, 
that is, if you don't mind." 

"No, I don't mind," he said. "This was my last delivery for the day." 

"Well, I think I found something," she said. "No. It was a foreign coin. Oh, 
dear, I don't think I have any change. Can I get you something to drink 
instead? Coffee? A soda? A glass of milk?" 

"That's okay, thanks." He started to go. She called him back again. She 
couldn't bare to see that handsome young boy leave. She suddenly realized 
that she didn't want to be alone anymore. She wanted him to spend the 
evening with her. 

"Look, how about a beer?" she asked. "Do you drink beer?" 

"Well, I like it," he said, "but I usually don't drink it." 

"Here is a glass," she said reaching into the cupboard. "I'll get the beer 
from the fridge." 

She opened the refrigerator door and took out two bottles of beer. She 
opened them and poured them into two glasses. As he drank, she looked at him 
up and down. 

He noticed her attentions, and wanted to leave, but he didn't feel it was 
polite after he had been offered something to drink. 

"You know," she began, "you are a good-looking boy." 

He blushed. "Thanks," he said. 

"No, I mean it. You are really quite attractive." The boy stood up. He 
wanted to go now, and he started towards the door. Roberta looked at him. 
Apparently he had thought she was attractive too because his penis was erect 
and causing his pants to bulge at his fly. 

"Would you like another beer?" she asked. "I'm going to have one." 

"Well, I should be going," he said. 

"Oh, come on, stay and have one more. There's a lot of beer in the fridge. 
Come on, stay?" 

"Well, okay," he said. "Just one more." She poured out a second glass of 
beer. She leaned forward in front of him and couldn't help noticing that he 
was staring down her blouse. 

"Oh," she said, touching the buttons on her blouse. "I'm sorry." 

"That's okay," he said, his face turning red. "I don't mind." He was sorry 
that she noticed where he was staring. He liked to look at tits. 

"I wouldn't have thought a boy your age would be interested in women yet," 
she said. "Most boys your age haven't even noticed that girls are different 
from boys." 

"I've noticed," he said with a smile. "I'm no dummy." 

"No, I'm sure you're not," she said. "I can see that you took advantage of 
me and looked down my blouse." 

"Well, you were right in front of me," he said. "I couldn't help but 
notice." 

"Did you like what you saw?" she asked. "Did you like it, or did it turn you 
off?" 

"Oh, no," he said, "it turned me on. I really liked it. You have very nice 
tits." 

"Thank you," she said. "I'm glad." She was proud of her tits. They were firm 
and fleshy and her red nipples protruded from her mounds quite noticeably. 

Roberta let her hand fall away from her blouse. She had intentionally 
unbuttoned several buttons and her blouse opened slightly. 

"Yeah, you've got great tits," said the boy. "I like nice tits. You are 
turning me on." 

"I am?" 

"Yes," he replied. "I could go for someone like you." 

"What kind of talk is that for a thirteen-year-old?" she asked. "I've never 
heard anyone your age talk like you." 

"Well, maybe when you were my age," he said, "but all the kids talk like 
that now. You are a really swinging girl, you know. I like that." 

"Oh, come off it. You don't know that many girls." 

"I do too." 

"How can you? You're much too young to know what to do with them." 

"No I'm not." 

"What do you do with them, if you're so smart?" 

"Well," he hesitated. "I know what to do." 

"What? What would you do with me, for instance, if you could do anything at 
all." 

"I don't know." 

"See? I told you, you wouldn't know what to do with a girl if she offered 
herself to you naked." 

"Yes I do. I've done it before." 

"What have you done before." 

"I've fucked girls before." 

"You have." 

"Yes." 

"How many?" 

"Oh, lots. Lots of girls. I know how to fuck." 

"You do? What do you do?" 

"Stop kidding me. I know what to do with my prick. I've put my prick inside 
a girl's hole." 

"Really?" 

"Yeah, really. You think I'm some sort of dummy. I know I could fuck you, if 
you would let me. I know how to fuck, I really do." 

"If I let you fuck me, would you do a good job?" 

"Sure," boasted the boy. "I could really fuck you. Look, my cock is already 
hard." 

"So I see," said Roberta as the boy stood up. "I would like to unzip your 
pants and feel just how hard your cock is." 

"Okay," said the boy. "Go ahead."- 

Roberta Stevenson began to unzip the boy's fly. She could feel that his meat 
was quite stiff and she wanted to touch it and squeeze his balls, and make 
that hard cock slide all the way into her craving open slit. 

"I'd like you to fuck me," she said. "I would really like this prick to fuck 
my hole." 

The boy began to squeeze her tits. His penis was very hard, and his balls 
were hot, ready for some action with this older woman. 

"Take off your clothes," commanded the boy, "I can't fuck you with your 
clothes on." 

"Of course not," said Roberta. "I'll take off my clothes, but you have to 
take off yours. I don't want you to fuck me with just your prick and balls 
hanging outside of your pants. Let's go into the bedroom. It will be very 
comfortable on the bed and you can really shove your dick all the way into 
my hole." 

The thirteen-year-old boy was really getting very excited. This was a 
completely different experience from any he had had before. Usually it was 
an effort even getting a girl to jerk him off, but this one really wanted to 
be fucked. He found it hard to believe, but it was true. He was going to ram 
her cunt and make his cock harder than it had ever been before. 

"Fuck me, please!" she begged when they were both nude and lying in her bed. 
"You have a really big and beautiful prick. I love your cock," she told him. 
"I want this cock and balls to fuck my open slit." 

"Sure," he said. "I'm really going to fuck r you." The young boy mounted her 
and rammed his dick into her hole. "Oh, it feels nice," he gasped. "You have 
a great slit, lady. I love fucking your hot hole!" 

His dick pumped up and down into her body. She loved the pressure he was 
giving her. She loved feeling the weight of his body on hers and she craved 
his penis inside her twat. Her juices started to flow and she felt better 
now that a really young boy was fucking her. 

"Oh, that's good," she moaned. "Oh, that's very good." She clasped her arms 
around his body and pulled him in even closer. His whang went practically 
all the way into her hole. She could almost feel it sliding so far in that 
it felt like it was coming out of her asshole. 

"Fuck me!" she cried. "Oh, baby, please fuck me! Fuck me really hard!" She 
felt his balls slapping against her cunt. "Oh, that's good! That's very 
good! I love that, keep fucking me, baby, keep fucking my hot hole with your 
hard dick." 

The boy was going wild. His penis was hotter than it had ever been before. 
It was throbbing and pulsating inside her hole and he was just about ready 
to shoot his load deep inside her hole. 

"I'm shooting!" he cried. "Feel my come as it shoots into your cunt!" His 
young sperm shot out of his cock and coated the insides of her vaginal 
passageway. She craved that hot spurting liquid shooting into her quim. 

"Oh, yes, oh, yes, that's beautiful! Your prick is so beautiful! My cunt 
feels so good. I love it, I love it! Fuck me! Fuck me!" 

He started to bite her tits hard. She felt great pain but it was mixed with 
the pleasure of being fucked by a very young boy. She loved every bit of it. 
It made her really glad to know that she could enjoy sex after all. No one 
else had ever satisfied her sexually. It took this young man of thirteen 
years to show her than her body could give her pleasure. 

"Oh, baby, that was good!" she exclaimed when her pussy was filled with his 
semen. "You really do know how to fuck a girl." 

"I told you," he said. "I told you I knew how to fuck. Did you really like 
it?" 

"Like it? I loved it. Your prick and balls really drove me wild. Oh, baby, 
that was good. You are a real stud, you know that? You are a fucking stud!" 

The boy was pleased. He enjoyed being told he was a stud, and he did believe 
it now that he had fucked an older woman. His penis was still hot and 
throbbing and he wanted to fuck her again and again. 

"My, you really are a stud," she said, when he told her that he wanted to 
repeat doing what he had just finished. "Your cock doesn't go down after you 
come, does it?" 

"No," he said. "It will stay hard if I've enjoyed it. That's why it's still 
hard now. My cock will never get soft if I really enjoyed fucking. Please. 
Let me fuck you again." 

"Well, it did feel good," said Roberta. "I enjoyed letting you fuck me, but 
it is getting late." 

"Oh, please! It's not too late for me.' 

"Don't you have to get home?" she asked. "Don't your parents expect you 
home?" 

"Yeah, but they will think I'm out playing baseball or something. They won't 
ever have to know that I was fucking you." 

"Well, I don't think so," said Roberta. All she wanted was to prove to 
herself that she did enjoy sex, and she discovered that she enjoyed it most 
with a thirteen-year-old. Maybe some other time she would let this boy fuck 
her again, but not now. She did have some schoolwork to catch up on, and it 
had to be done because it was due on Monday. 

"Look," she said, "I know that I enjoyed it, and that you enjoyed it. I 
would love to have your prick inside my cunt again, but I can't just now. 
Maybe if you would come over every Saturday night, we could fuck. There are 
other things I would like to do too." 

"Like what?" he asked. 

"Well, I would like to suck your cock, and I would like it if you ate out my 
pussy hole. That would really turn me on you know. Then I would like you to 
eat out my asshole. Have you ever done that?" 

"No," confessed the boy. "That I haven't done, eating asshole I mean. I have 
had my cock sucked and I have licked out pussy before." 

"Well, you'll have to come back next week. My parents go away every 
Saturday, and I will see to it that we order groceries late every Saturday, 
okay?" 

"Sure," said the boy. "I really enjoyed it today. I would love to fuck you 
again and again. Your sweet hole was really great. My cock got very hard 
fucking your pussy." 

"I'm glad you liked it," said Roberta, putting her clothes back on. "I'm 
sure that we can have many great times together." 

"Yeah," said the boy. "I'll look forward to seeing you next week. I want to 
fuck you again, I really do." 

"Okay," said Roberta. "Put your clothes on, and then we'll definitely have a 
date for next Saturday. I think we'll be great friends." 

"Me too," said the boy. He got dressed and left. 

Roberta was happy. She knew that she enjoyed sex with young boys. She 
enjoyed sex with that kid more than she had ever enjoyed getting fucked 
before. It had proved to her that she liked young ones and that's when she 
decided that she would teach boys and girls of approximately that age. If 
they were too young, they wouldn't know what to do, and any older than that, 
they were much too experienced and all-knowing. Eleven to thirteen was the 
ideal age, and as long as the boy had a big cock, she was happy. Roberta 
knew that she would always like them young. 

Her thoughts wandered back to the present day. Miss Stevenson had fulfilled 
her life-long dream of teaching in a Junior High School, and she was pleased 
that she was able to have sex with so many of her students. She knew that 
their parents would object if they ever found out, and that it might cost 
her her job, but she trusted them. 

She knew that they wouldn't tell on her, because then they would be deprived 
of a good time with their teacher. Miss Stevenson had a good thing going, 
and she didn't want to do anything to spoil it. She was going to fuck and 
suck her way through her career. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

Miss Stevenson settled down comfortably in her position as teacher of 
seventh graders. She discovered that she enjoyed teaching them in addition 
to having sex with them, and she felt relieved that the boys and girls in 
the classroom no longer gave her any trouble. It was quite a load off her 
mind. She had thought, when she first started teaching at Forrest that she 
wouldn't last out the week, but events had Droved her wrong. It was now 
halfway towards the Christmas Vacation, and Miss Stevenson looked forward to 
spending a good part of her life there. 

She continued to spend a good deal of her time with Douglas. He no longer 
was kept after school, but instead went over to her place and the two of 
them had some really great times together. 

"I do appreciate what you are doing for me," said Miss Stevenson, in a rare 
moment of candor. She had just finished sucking Douglas' cock, and she had 
to tell him what she felt. 

"Thanks," said Douglas. "I think it's only fair to warn you, though, that my 
father is getting very upset with you." 

"With me? How so?" 

"Well, you know I can't tell him that I've been spending almost every 
afternoon here. I tell him that you are keeping me in after school." 

"Why are you saying that? Why can't you just say that you are out with your 
friends, or something?" 

"Because he can check up on that. He has no way of really knowing what I am 
doing if I say that you are making me stay late." 

"But he must think that I really don't like you, or that you are being 
punished for something. I think he wouldn't be happy about that at all." 

"That's what I've been trying to tell you," said Douglas. "I know that he's 
been ignoring it, at least he had been, but lately it's been upsetting him." 

"Well, what can we do about that? I do like you, Douglas, and I wouldn't 
want to give up our afternoons together." 

"I don't know, Miss Stevenson," said Douglas. "I really would like to keep 
on seeing you." 

"Yes," she replied. "Can we think of something else?" 

"Well, he intends to talk to you about it," said Douglas. "I know that's 
what he told me he was going to do. I don't think that I can prevent that 
from happening." 

"I see," she answered. "Well, I suppose I'll have to think of something. 
Maybe I can say that you are doing some remedial work." 

"Nan, that wouldn't work," responded her student. "He knows I'm bright, and 
he wouldn't ever believe that I needed any of that kind of work. Even if I 
did need it, he wouldn't accept it." 

"I don't know, I'll think of something," she said. "When is he planning on 
talking to me?" 

"That's what he wanted me to set up. You see, he's always home. He works out 
of our home and he can come into the school anytime." 

"How about tomorrow?" 

"That would be okay," said Douglas. "I'll go home and tell him." 

"No, wait. I will need more time to think about what I'm going to tell him. 
Make it Monday. Yes, Monday would be a lot better. I could use the weekend 
to carefully construct a story. I'll be able to explain it to you later. How 
does that sound?" 

"That's fine sounding to me," he answered. "Yes, that's probably the best 
idea." 

"I think I'll say something about your helping me. Would he believe that?" 

"I don't know. He has been constantly asking me why I am staying late, and I 
have been trying to avoid answering him. If I were just helping you, then I 
don't think I would have refused to tell him." 

"That's true," she said. "I could say that you are a distracting influence 
on the class." 

"Hey, that's an idea. I don't think he would get too upset if you told him 
that I was flirting with all the girls. My father thinks that something like 
that is just fine. He likes the idea of my being the center of all the 
girls' attentions. He wouldn't object to that, and at the same time, he 
would understand why you would need to keep me after school as a form of 
punishment, since it would be disrupting your class." 

"Yes," she said. "That's what I'll say." 

Douglas left her house and headed for home. He still didn't tell his father 
just what it was that he was being kept in for, but he made the appointment 
for Monday. Miss Stevenson was all ready for him. 

"Are you Miss Stevenson?" asked Mr. Harrison, Douglas' father. 

"Yes, I take it you are here to see me about Douglas." 

"I am, yes," he replied. "I would really like to know what's been happening 
with him. Why is he coming home from school late almost every day?" 

Miss Stevenson resisted a great urge to tell his father the truth. She 
wanted to blurt out that he had been fucking her, but decided not to. She 
thought that he wouldn't understand. 

"Well, you know that Douglas is a very attractive boy," she started. "That 
has a lot to do with it." 

"What do you mean?" he asked. 

"Well, all the girls are interested in him, and he is paying them more 
attention than he is paying me. I mean that he doesn't listen to me in 
class." 

"Really? Why do you think that is?" 

"I really have no idea, Mr. Harrison, except that he likes receiving the 
attentions of the young girls. I don't seem to have any control over him. I 
would like him to listen to me in class." 

"You're not jealous of the girls, are you Miss Stevenson?" 

"Heavens no!" she exclaimed. She didn't tell him that she would be jealous 
of him if the events she described were true, but he didn't know that. 

"Well, I don't really see what you are so upset about," he said. It was 
obvious that he was proud of his son. Their plan was working. 

"Well, you know that I would prefer it if he were to put his mind more to 
his work, and less elsewhere. I think his mind needs more exercise than 
other parts of him." 

"What do you mean, Miss Stevenson?" he asked. 

"I think you know perfectly well what I mean," she replied. "You look like a 
man who knows about these things. You must know that Douglas likes to spend 
a good deal of his time in the company of the young girls here." 

"I guess he does," said his father. "Well, I'm glad that you told me these 
things. I had thought for a while that there was really something wrong with 
my son, but now I see that he is a perfectly normal young man. I'm glad to 
hear that." 

"Yes, you see that I thought that keeping him late would accomplish two 
things. Firstly, it would punish him by showing him that I could make him 
stay late and not go out with the rest of the children. It would also 
prevent him from seeing too many girls. The more he stayed in school, the 
less time he would have for them." 

"I do believe you are jealous, Miss Stevenson," said Mr. Harrison with a 
slight chuckle. "Yes, I really think that you are jealous that he spends 
more of his time with the girls of his class and would rather do so, than he 
does with you." 

"Oh, come now, Mr. Harrison," she said sweetly. "You know that couldn't 
possibly be true. What would I do with a twelve-year-old boy?" 

"The same thing you could do with a thirty-two-year-old man." 

"What are you talking about?" she asked. She, of course, knew perfectly 
well. 

"What I'm saying, Miss Stevenson, is that the two of you could do just what 
you and I could do." 

"And what is that?" she asked. 

"Well, I don't really want to discuss it here," he said. "What I really 
would like is for you and I to go somewhere and talk about it." 

"Like where?" she asked. 

"Well, I don't like talking in a schoolroom. I never did. How would you like 
to come out with me for a drink and we could talk." 

"I don't really know," she said. "I do have plans for the evening." 

"Well, it wouldn't have to take the whole evening," he said with a smile. 
"I'm sure we could accomplish our business in a short time." 

"Okay," she said agreeing to his proposition, "I think I could spare some 
time." 

"Great," he replied. "Let's go." 

Miss Stevenson and Mr. Harrison walked out of the school building. He 
steered her towards his car. 

"Let's go over to the bar at the Vacation Inn Lounge. It's really a great 
place." 

"Okay, sure," she said. She knew the reputation of that place. It was part 
of a motel, and she knew exactly what was on his mind. She didn't refuse, 
not particularly because she wanted to have sex with an older man, but 
because he was Douglas' father, and she wanted to keep on his good side. 

The entered the lounge. It was nearly deserted, as places like that usually 
are at four in the afternoon. "Come on, sit down at this booth," he offered. 

The two of them sat down and immediately proceeded to discuss all sorts of 
things except Douglas. Miss Stevenson was afraid that if she had a few 
drinks she would tell his father just what the two of them had been doing. 
This was something that she didn't want to tell him. 

They had quite a few drinks, and Miss Stevenson was getting very sleepy. She 
looked like she just wanted to lie down somewhere and rest. 

"I think you need something soft to relax on," he suggested. "As it happens, 
I have a room here in this motel and I think we should go in it." 

"Okay," she said softly. "Perhaps that would be best." 

"It's right down the corridor," he told her. "Room 123." 

They entered his room, and she lay down on the bed. He walked over to her. 

"I think you could tell me now exactly the real reason you keep Douglas in 
school so late all the time. I really don't believe the story you told me." 

"What?" 

"Oh, come on now, Miss Stevenson," he said. "I don't for a moment think that 
you aren't yourself attracted to him. I could tell that every time his name 
came up. You kept touching yourself whenever you talked about him." 

"I did?" 

"Yes, you did," he said. "I think that that means something." 

"What could it mean?" she asked naively. 

"You tell me," he said. 

"Well, are you trying to get me to say that we've fucked together? I don't 
think that's fair of you to imply that." 

"Well, isn't that what you and my son have been doing? Come on now, Miss 
Stevenson, tell me the truth. That's exactly what has been happening. I 
think that you and Douglas have been having sex almost every day. Isn't that 
so?" 

"I don't know. I want to go to sleep." 

"Oh no you don't," he said. "Not before I'm finished with you, you don't." 

"Well.. . " 

"Look, Miss Stevenson," he argued. "I really know what has been happening. I 
already know all about you and Douglas." 

"You do?" She wondered how he could have found out. Douglas wouldn't have 
told him, or would he? 

"Yes, I do." 

"Did Douglas say anything?" 

"What difference does that make?" 

"Well, it does make a difference. He told me he wouldn't tell you anything." 

"And so he didn't, but I found out anyway." 

"How?" 

"Well, if you must know, there is a girl in the class whom I happen to know 
very well." 

"It wouldn't be Maryjane, would it?" 

"Yes, as a matter-of-fact, Maryjane Adams and I are quite good friends." 

"So you like young girls," she said. "That's not so different from me and 
Douglas." 

"I never said it was," said Mr. Harrison. "I never said that Douglas fucking 
you was wrong. You are the one who seemed to think that's what I would say." 

"You mean you don't care?" 

"Oh, I care," he said, "but I don't think that it's wrong. You see, I know 
Douglas well enough to realize that he enjoys having sex with women of about 
your age. I figured right away that he'd been fucking you. I just wanted you 
to tell me for yourself." 

"Oh," she said. She really didn't know what else to say. Mr. Harrison had 
known all along what they had been doing. 

"Yes," he said. "I don't mind his fucking such a pretty girl like you. You 
still are a girl, Miss Stevenson. You are very young and very beautiful and 
very sexy." 

"Oh, no I'm not," she protested. 

"Of course you are," he insisted. "I think that you are extremely sexy. You 
really do turn me on, Miss Stevenson." 

"No I don't," she answered. "You like girls very young. I'm nearly twice 
Maryjane's age." 

"I didn't say I didn't like them older," he told her. "I like pretty and 
sexy women of any age. I could really go for someone like you." 

Miss Stevenson looked at Douglas' father. He was a good-looking man who 
resembled his son quite a bit. He had a good physique and she thought there 
would be no harm in having a casual fling with him. 

"Yes," he repeated, "I could really go for someone like you." 

She didn't respond to that. She still couldn't quite make up her mind what 
to do. She kept thinking that she had to be home, and that she wanted to get 
out of there, but he was attractive, and she could feel her lubricating 
juices beginning to flow. Her mind told her one thing, but her cunt told her 
another. She just couldn't get up and leave. 

"I can see why Douglas likes you," he repeated. "Yes, it's very clear. He 
likes women with nice fleshy tits, and so do I." 

Mr. Harrison put his hands on his son's teacher's breasts. He caressed them 
slowly and deliberately, and she could feel her nipples becoming stiff. She 
was getting very excited, and she wanted him to continue massaging her tits. 

"How does that feel, Miss Stevenson?" he asked. "How do you like this?" 

"I like it very much," she replied. "Don't stop. Please feel and rub my 
tits. That really turns me on." 

"Good," he said. "It turns me on too." 

"I can see that," she said, looking at his crotch. His cock was getting 
hard, and it was causing a bulge to appear. "You look like you are getting a 
hard-on." 

"So I am," he said. He began to unzip his pants. "My cock is getting hard 
for you, Miss Stevenson, and I would like to do something about it." 

"What are you going to do about it?" she asked. 

"You'll find out," he said. He unbuckled his pants and slowly removed them. 
His penis was a massive piece of hard masculine flesh. As big as Douglas' 
cock was, his father's prick seemed twice as big. Miss Stevenson blinked. 
She didn't know if her pussy was big enough to take it all in. 

She reached out and touched his prick. It was warm and she started to stroke 
it. 

"I want it," she said softly. "I want that hard prick inside my cunt." 

"That's just where it's going," he replied. "You are going to feel my dick 
all the way inside your cunt. You are going to know what a really big prick 
can do to your sweet pussy." 

Mr. Harrison started to undress Miss Stevenson. He unbuttoned her blouse and 
squeezed her tits. She moaned with ecstasy and he quickly began to remove 
her skirt. Her panties were beginning to get wet with her cunt juices oozing 
out of her hole, and he played with her cunt hairs as he removed her wet 
panties. 

"Oh, baby, your cunt feels good and warm," he said. "I would really like to 
slide my dork inside your hole." 

"Yes," she pleaded. "I want it. I want you to fuck me, Mr. Harrison. Please 
fuck me. Oh, your cock looks so good and hard. Fuck me, please. Let me feel 
your cock and balls. Oh, that's really so good. Fuck me! Please fuck my cunt 
hole!" 

They were both quite nude and Mr. Harrison pressed his penis against her 
pussy hairs. She could feel his hard organ beginning to penetrate her slit, 
pressing hard against her cunt walls. 

"Your cunt is so tight and juicy," he gasped. "I love it. Oh, baby, I love 
your pussy. It is making my cock harder than ever." 

"Shove it in faster!" she shouted. "I want you to really fuck my cunt hole." 

His began to plunge his dick deeper and deeper into her craving hole. Her 
vagina was rapidly filling up with hard meat. His balls began to slap 
against her body, and she started to writhe and shake with delirious erotic 
ecstasy. 

"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Your cock is driving me wild. Fuck me! Please fuck 
my pussy!" His meat slid into her hole as far as he could make it go. His 
prick was so huge, that he still could have entered her hole even deeper. 

"How does that feel now?" he asked. "How do you like my cock and balls?" 

"I love it!" she shouted. "I really want it now. It's beautiful! Your prick 
and balls are making me really hot and wet." 

Her juices were beginning to flow with increasing rapidity. They flowed 
wildly out of her cunt slit and she spread her legs open really wide to 
allow Mr. Harrison's hard dong to ram her all the way. 

"Suck on my nipples!" she cried. "Please suck my tits!" He obeyed her 
request instantly. She had a beautiful pair of globes, and he buried his 
face in them. His tongue flicked out and licked and sucked her meaty tits. 

He was really going wild. His dick was flying in and out of her hot and 
dripping cunt and he felt as if he were going to explode wildly inside her 
body. 

"Oh, baby!" he cried. "Oh, baby, that's beautiful!" He began to shout 
uncontrollably as his prick neared its climax. 

"Fuck me!" she shouted. "Ram your hard cock all the way into my cunt. Fuck 
me, please fuck me really hard!" Miss Stevenson felt her whole body filling 
up with prick meat. She could feel his enormous dong plunging into her body 
so far, that she felt it must be halfway into her. 

"Oh, baby, my cock is going to come out your asshole, it's in so far! I'm 
really going to let you have it. You are going to really feel my hard meat 
shooting up your cunt hole!" 

His penis started to spurt its come. He was shooting out his hot cream and 
it was coating her fleshy cunt walls. 

"I'm coming!" he screamed. "I'm shooting my come, baby!" He yelled wildly as 
his body was in its final stages of sexual release. 

"Oh, that's wonderful!" she cried. "Fuck me! Oh, that's wild! My cunt is on 
fire. I can feel your hard prick driving me wild. Fuck me! Fuck me!" 

Miss Stevenson's cunt was flowing madly. Her body was exploding like a 
volcano and her lava was spewing out. Her clit was making her crazy. 

"Oh, baby, take it!" he shouted. "Take all my hot cream!" His sperm was 
rapidly filling up her hole, replacing her dripping juices with his own. The 
more he poured into her, the more her own juices flowed out of her cunt They 
were having a completely wild and fantastic orgasm. 

"That's beautiful!" she cried. "Oh, that's really wonderful." Their bodies 
clung together for a long time. It was as if neither on wanted to let go. 

"You are a really dynamite girl," he said to her. "I can see why my son 
likes to fuck you. You are really terrific." 

"Thanks," she said. "I loved the way you fucked me. Your prick and balls 
really made me feel good. Your son takes after you, I can see that now." 

"I think that the two of us can get together often for some good times," he 
said. "I would like very much to fuck you again and again." 

"Yes," she said. "I would like that." Miss Stevenson wondered if she should 
do it. She did prefer young boys of eleven or twelve, but this man was 
something else. She knew that a boy that young could never have a prick that 
size, and she cared about how much meat was into her body. She wanted to 
have Douglas and his father, but she didn't know if she could. If she had to 
give up one, she could never give up the boy. 

"I'd like to see you again," he said. "I would really like to see you quite 
often." 

"Yes," said Miss Stevenson. She was afraid that if she said no, then he 
wouldn't let his son fuck her. That was a price she was not yet prepared to 
pay. She wanted both of their cocks and would have to find a way to have 
them. 

"I think that I should go now," said Miss Stevenson. "It really has been a 
great afternoon. I had no idea that you would really thrill me the way you 
did." v 

"I had that idea," he said boastfully. "I knew that my prick would really 
drive you wild." 

"It certainly did," she replied. "I don't think a cock and balls has ever 
made me as lustful as your prick did. I loved it." 

"You can love it again and again," he said. "I would really like to fuck 
your hot and luscious vagina again. Let's do it tomorrow, too, okay?" 

"I can't tomorrow," she lied. "I have an appointment with the district 
superintendent." 

"Well, we should make another date," he insisted. "I really would like to 
feel my prick inside your pussy hole." 

"Sure," she said. "I would love that. I'll let you know when I can tomorrow, 
okay?" 

"Fine," said Mr. Harrison. "I'll have Douglas ask you. How does that sound?" 

"Great," said Miss Stevenson. "I would like to go home now." They got 
dressed. Mr. Harrison couldn't resist helping Miss Stevenson with her 
clothes. His hands traveled all over her body as he helped her get dressed. 
He was beginning to get another hard-on, and she wanted to leave before she 
succumbed to his new overtures. 

"Well, let's go," she said. "I'm ready." 

"Sure," he replied. He was just zipping up his fly. "You sure you wouldn't 
like this piece of meat inside your hole again? Just one more time?" 

"Not now," she said. "I would like it again, but not right now." 

"Okay, babe," he said. "We'll get together again really soon, won't we?" 

"We sure will," she said. "I would like that very much." 

Mr. Harrison started to drive Miss Stevenson home. He wanted to fuck her 
again right there in the car, but he knew that if he stopped the car, she 
might just get out and walk home the rest of the way. It was important to 
keep on her good side, because he knew that his prick would eventually get 
her to give in, as long as he didn't force his attentions on her. 

"Well," she said, "thanks for the ride, and the afternoon." 

"My pleasure," he said, meaning every bit of it. 

She entered her apartment. She wondered whether she was really going to 
allow Mr. Harrison to fuck her again. She wondered what 

Douglas' reaction would be if he found out about it. Would he become angry, 
or would he just shrug it off. 

She found out his reaction the next day. She had asked him to stay late, and 
he just walked away. 

She didn't see him again until two days later, as he was absent from school. 
When he returned, she insisted that they talk. 

"I don't understand you," he said. "I thought you liked me." 

"I do, Douglas," she said. "What ever are you thinking about?" 

"My father told me he fucked you. Is that true?" 

"Yes," she said. "I couldn't lie to you about that. Why? Does that upset 
you?" 

"I thought you liked me." 

"I do. What does that have to do with it?" 

"How could you let him fuck you? You kept saying that you liked younger 
boys. Were you lying to me? My father was telling me that you really 
preferred him." 

"Oh, so that's what's bothering you. Well, let me assure you that I liked 
you better. Now you mustn't go on and tell him that, but even though I 
enjoyed it with your father, I still prefer you." 

"You mean that?" 

"Of course I do, Douglas. I would have no reason for lying to you, would I? 
Why would I say something like that if it weren't true?" 

"I don't know," he said. "I guess I shouldn't be paranoid about it." 

"Yes, you shouldn't," she admonished. "Well, do we now understand each 
other?" 

"I guess so," he said. "I think so." 

"I promise you that if I had to choose between you and your father, I would 
definitely choose you and I wouldn't have to think twice about it." 

"I'm glad to hear you say that," said Douglas. "I wouldn't have wanted you 
to have liked him better. I mean that." 

"Are you in some sort of competition with your father?" asked Miss 
Stevenson. "Why do you think that you are competing with him?" 

"I'm not really," he insisted. "He's just boasting to me about what he did 
with you and how much you liked it. I guess I figured that you told him you 
preferred him." 

"I told him nothing of the sort," said Miss Stevenson angrily. "I certainly 
wouldn't have told him that because it isn't true." 

"I do believe you," said Douglas. "I'm glad. That makes me feel a lot 
better." 

"Good," said Miss Stevenson. "Now that we've cleared the air, why don't you 
and I go for a little walk. I think that fresh air would do us both a world 
of good." 

"Yeah," he agreed. "That's just what I want to do." 

The two of them left the school and started to walk back to her place. 

CHAPTER SIX 

Miss Stevenson finally felt that things were all calm now. She was wrong. 
She entered her classroom one day and discovered that everyone was 
chattering and whispering and laughing about something. She figured they 
were talking about her, and she was right. 

"What is all this talk?" she asked. "What is going on around here?" 

Nobody responded. She turned to Douglas. "Do you know what is going on?" 

"No," he said, but the way he answered, caused her to ask him to stay late 
again. 

"Well," he replied. "Everybody knows that my father fucked you." 

"Really? How do they know that? Did you tell them about it?" 

"I did not," he said huffily. "You don't suppose that I would say a thing 
like that, do 

"Well, someone did," she replied. "They didn't just guess at it." 

"No," said Douglas. "Someone told them." 

"Who knew about it, besides me, you and your father? I certainly didn't tell 
anyone." 

"I didn't either." 

"Well, you must know. You look like you are hiding something from me." 

"It was Maryjane?" 

"Maryjane. Of course it was Maryjane. Look, Douglas, I'm sorry I thought it 
was you, I should have known all the time it was Maryjane." 

"Why? Why should she know about it? What does she have to do with us." 

"You mean you don't know." 

"What don't I know?" 

"About your father and Maryjane. Your father has been seeing her." 

"What!" 

"Yes, I'm sorry you seem upset about it, but it's true. Your father likes 
girls the same age that I like boys." 

"Oh. I didn't know that." 

"Well, maybe I shouldn't have said anything about it, but that just slipped 
out. I'm sorry." 

"Oh, that's okay," he said. "I guess it's all right. I don't really see 
anything wrong with it." 

"Tell me, Douglas," she said. "I know that it isn't any of my business, but 
you have never said anything about your mother. Is she living with you?" 

"No." 

"Oh, could I ask you what happened." 

"Yeah, I guess." 

"Is she still living." 

"Yes." 

"Well? You don't have to tell me, you know." 

"Yeah, I know, but she ran off with a delivery boy one day. The two of them 
haven't been heard of since." 

Miss Stevenson laughed. "Oh, I'm sorry I laughed," she apologized. "I wasn't 
laughing at you." 

"What were you laughing about?" he asked. He looked upset. 

"I was just thinking, that I could have done the same thing." 

"Really?" 

"Yes. When I was in college, I had an affair with a delivery boy. We had 
quite a thing going. He was about your age. I guess that's possibly one 
reason I was so taken with you." 

"My mother, my father and me all like people of very different ages from 
ourselves," said Douglas. "I think that's very funny." 

"And so do I," said Miss Stevenson. "No wonder we are such good friends." 

"Yes," agreed Douglas. "I suppose we do have that in common." 

"How long ago did she run off with the boy?" Miss Stevenson asked. 

"About a year or so ago. He had been seeing her for a while, and one day we 
found a note saying what she had done. We still don't have any idea where 
she is." 

"Have you looked for her?" 

"I wanted to, but my father was glad to be rid of her. You see, even though 
she liked young boys, she objected to my father fucking girls." 

"It?" asked Miss Stevenson. "I don't think she had a right to be that way at 
all." 

"She was a hypocrite, if that's what you mean," said Douglas. "She did lots 
of things like that. My father really didn't like her, but I did." 

"It must have been very difficult for you then when she left," said Miss 
Stevenson sympathetically. "I think that it's hard for a young boy to lose 
his mother." 

"Well, I guess it really wasn't so bad. She didn't spend much time with me." 

"Since she liked young boys, did she ever try to seduce you?" 

"Once, but she was drunk. I might have given in to her, but I couldn't stand 
the smell of scotch on her breath. It made me sick." 

"I can understand that," said Miss Stevenson. "Well, I wouldn't want to 
dwell on that. It must be unpleasant for you to talk about it. I was just 
interested, that's all." 

"Yeah, it's okay," said Douglas. "I know you must have been wondering about 
it." 

"I was mainly interested this afternoon in finding out what the class had 
been talking about and who had instigated it," said Miss Stevenson. "Now 
that I know, I think we should both go home." 

"Yeah," said Douglas. 

"Or would you rather come home with me?" she asked. "I don't want you to 
feel that I don't want you. If you would like to, I'd be more than happy to 
have you." 

"Well, I would like it," said Douglas. "I don't very much feel like going 
home and listening to my father tell me how much you liked his prick." 

"I can understand that," said Miss 

Stevenson. "Let's go. We can have a nice pleasant afternoon together. It 
will be one that we both can enjoy." 

"Fine," replied Douglas. He was glad now that they had cleared the air. He 
wanted to prove to his father that he was a bigger hit with his teacher than 
his father was. 

"Well," said Miss Stevenson as they arrived at her place, "what would you 
like to drink?" 

"Actually, I don't want anything," he said. "I would just like to take it 
easy and maybe listen to records or something." 

"Sure," she replied. She put a couple of recordings on her stereo and they 
sat down together on her living room sofa. She started to put her arm around 
Douglas. At first he was a bit hesitant, but he let her do it. 

"Still upset about your father?" she asked. "You really shouldn't be. I 
can't tell you enough how important you are to me. He was good, I must admit 
that, but I like you. You shouldn't be shy about it." 

"Oh, I'm not," he said. "I was just thinking about why he was doing this to 
me." 

"He doesn't really mean to, I'm sure," she assured him. "He is probably just 
trying to impress you, that's all." 

"Yeah, you're probably right," said Douglas.' He was glad that Miss 
Stevenson was such an understanding woman. He would have liked to have had 
her for a mother. 

"Come on, cheer up," she told him. "I don't like to see you frown. You're 
much better looking when you smile." 

Douglas smiled. "Okay," he said. "I promise you that I won't frown in front 
of you ever again." 

"You shouldn't ever frown," she said. "You shouldn't make yourself ugly." 

"Yeah," he agreed. Miss Stevenson really liked her twelve-year-old pupil. He 
was so young and tender that she wanted to hug him and never let him go. It 
made her feel really good to know that he liked her about as much as she 
liked him. 

"Come on, Douglas, and give me a kiss. I want you to give me a really great 
big kiss." 

Douglas reached up and kissed his teacher. She was so warm and tender and 
she made him feel really good. 

"That's good," she said. "Kiss me again, but really mean it this time." 

Douglas kissed her passionately. His tongue searched the inside of her mouth 
and they were locked in an embrace that lasted for some time. 

"Oh, Douglas, I am so fond of you," she said. "I think I want to hold you 
and never let you go." 

"Then don't," he said. "I don't want you to ever let me go." 

Douglas began to massage his teacher's fleshy mounds. Her tit flesh was 
making him quite excited and he felt stirrings in his loins. His cock was 
getting hard and he felt that he wanted to slide his penis right up her 
luscious cunt. 

"Oh, Douglas, touch me," she pleaded. "Touch me all over. I want to feel 
your hands all over my body. Make love to me, Douglas. Make mad passionate 
love to me!" 

Douglas was getting very excited. His prick was quite hard, and he wanted to 
thrust it deep into her cunt hole. He wanted to give his teacher the biggest 
and hardest fuck she had ever received. He wanted to really prove to her 
that he was more of a man than his father was. 

"Oh, Douglas, that feels so good," she exclaimed as his tongue began to lick 
her nipples. "You are really turning me on." 

"I like sucking your tits, Miss Stevenson," he said. "I like sucking and 
licking your really hot and red nipples. They make me feel so good." 

"Take all of my body," she pleaded. "Take all of me, Douglas. I want you. I 
want you to fuck me. Please fuck me, Douglas. Make me feel part of you." 

Douglas was getting more and more excited. His prick was so hard, that he 
couldn't keep it inside his pants anymore. He wanted to rip off his clothes 
and really pound away at her delicate female flesh. He couldn't control 
himself anymore. He had to fuck her. He was really very excited, and he 
needed to feel release inside her body. 

Douglas practically tore off Miss Stevenson s blouse. She realized that he 
was ripping it but she didn't care. She didn't care about her clothes, so 
long as Douglas was the one who was going to fuck her. She wanted that 
twelve-year-old young boy to fuck her hole, and she couldn't wait for it. 

"Oh, Douglas!" she cried. "Your cock is so hard. Shove it into my hole, 
please," she begged. "Please fuck my really hot and wet cunt. I want you, 
Douglas, I want you like I've never wanted anything else in the whole world. 
Let your prick rip up my pussy flesh, Douglas. I want you to fuck me!" 

Douglas was really hot now. He tore off his own clothes. His young body 
glistened in the afternoon sunlight, and he looked like a young version of a 
Greek God, with an erection. 

"I'm going to fuck you now," he said. "My cock is hotter and harder than it 
has ever been before. I'm going to ram your hole with my hard meat. I want 
to fuck you, Miss Stevenson. I want to fuck you sweet and tender hole!" 

Douglas pressed his prick against her pussy hairs. It made his cock pulsate 
wildly and he quickly plunged his organ deep into her open flesh. "Oh, that 
feels so good!" he cried. "Oh, teacher, that really makes me feel good!" 

"Yeh," she panted, "fuck me, Douglas. Please, oh, please fuck me really 
hard. I want that cock and balls, Douglas. Fuck me! Fuck me, baby, fuck me, 
fuck me!" 

Miss Stevenson was craving his prick and balls. Her vagina was open as much 
as it could be, trying to open so wide that all of Douglas' young body could 
fit inside. She wanted his whole body to fuck her. His cock and balls 
weren't enough for her. She had to have all of him. 

"Oh, I want you!" he cried. "I want to fuck all of you. I want my prick to 
slide all the way inside your hole. I'm fucking you, Miss Stevenson! I'm 
fucking your hot and sweet pussy meat!" 

Douglas' prick was sliding in and out of her cunt hole faster and faster. 
His red and throbbing prick was pounding inside her pussy and he was 
sweating with the heat. 

She began to scream wildly, her cunt feeling pleasures that were driving her 
wild. She was screaming so loudly, that she almost didn't hear the doorbell. 

"Don't answer it," Douglas told her. "I'm so hot that I could burst my cock 
and flood your pussy with my hot juice right now. I'm going to fill you up 
with more cream than I've ever done before." 

"Yes," she panted. "Fuck me! Shoot your come, Douglas! Fuck me with your hot 
prick and sweet cream!" 

Douglas' prick burst forth with wave after wave of hot male juice. His sperm 
shot into her cunt like cannon fire. He was going wild. His balls wildly 
slapped against her body, sending her into ecstatic frenzied pleasurable 
shock. 

"Fuck me!" she yelled. "Fuck me! Oh, Douglas, baby, fuck me! Fuck me!" Her 
cunt filled up with oceans of sperm. His semen had never felt so good to her 
before. 

His body had scarcely begun to quiet down, when the doorbell started to ring 
again. She didn't want to get up and answer it, and Douglas didn't want to 
take out his prick from her pussy, but it began to ring incessantly, and she 
knew that she would have to answer it. 

"Get inside the bedroom," she commanded Douglas. "Throw me my robe." 

Douglas did as he was told. She put her robe on and went to answer the door. 
"Who's there?" she asked. She looked through the peep-hole and knew the 
answer. 

It was Douglas' father. He had figured where his son was, and when he first 
rang the bell, and there was no answer, he listened to see if he could her 
his voice. He did, and so he waited. 

"Well, hello, Miss Stevenson," he said. "May I come in?" 

"Well, I guess," she said. "Yes, come on in," she told him. 

"Thank you," he replied. "I hope I haven't been disturbing you." 

"Oh, no," she said. "You aren't disturbing us." 

"Is my son here?" he asked, knowing the answer to that one. 

"Well, yes," she said. "He is here. Why do you ask?" 

"I thought he might be," he replied. "Could I sec him?" 

"Just a moment." She went over to the bedroom door. She knocked on it. 
"Douglas," she began, "your father is here." 

"Yeah," said Douglas. 

"Can he come in? He wants to see you." 

"I guess," he said. 

His father walked into the bedroom. Douglas had put on his shorts and was 
sitting on the bed. 

"Well, I suppose I don't have to ask you what you were doing here, do I?" 

"I guess not," replied his son. "I suppose you know." 

"Yes," said his father. 

"Well?" 

"Well what?" 

"What do you want?" asked Douglas. "Why did you come here?" 

"I just wanted to make sure, that's all," he said. 

"Okay," replied Douglas. "Now you know. Now what?" 

"Well, I think that you could give me more of an answer than that. Why were 
you here fucking your teacher? Why? You could answer that for me." 

"We wanted to, okay? What other reason could there be?" 

"I think you should be getting on home," said his father. "I don't think you 
should be out here so late." 

"Look," said Miss Stevenson, interrupting him, "I don't know why you two are 
arguing. Douglas hasn't done anything wrong, has he? You yourself said that 
there was nothing wrong with the two of us having sex." 

"I'm not so sure about that," said Mr. Harrison. "I thought that, but I 
don't know if I think that any longer." 

"Why? What caused you to change your mind?" 

"It doesn't matter," said Douglas' father. "I think that Douglas should be 
getting on home now. It's kind of late." 

Miss Stevenson thought that she knew the answer. She figured that his father 
was jealous of his son. After all, he had asked her for a date and she 
turned him down, and now he realized that it was because she wanted to fuck 
his son. He had been turned down and he was upset about it. 

"You shouldn't be jealous of him," she told the older man. "After all, he is 
young and you know that I like them young. So do you," she said. "You've 
admitted as much to me." 

"All the same, I don't like it," said the father. "I think that Douglas 
shouldn't be fucking his teacher. 

"I don't mind," said Miss Stevenson. "I don't mind it if he does that. You 
should realize that." 

"Well, he should be going," said Mr. Harrison. Mr. Harrison made no move to 
go himself. It became obvious to her that he was going to stay and want to 
fuck her, and he didn't want his son to interfere. 

"Why don't you both stay?" she suggested. "I could make both of you 
something to eat." 

He hesitated. "No, I don't think so," he finally said. "Thanks anyway." 

"Well, stay anyway. I would really like the two of you to be with me. I like 
you both. I think that I would really like the two of you to be here with me 
now." 

Mr. Harrison thought about it. He thought that he would really like to fuck 
this young woman and his cock started to get hard because of it The only 
thing that he was wondering, is what would his son do. 

"That's a good idea," said Douglas. "I would like that." 

Douglas' prick started to get erect. Miss Stevenson wondered if they would 
fight over her. She had never before been fought over, much less by a father 
and son. 

Mr. Harrison put his hand over Miss Stevenson's breasts. He caressed her 
tits and he felt her nipples becoming stiff. 

"Come on, baby," he said. "You and I have got some business to attend to." 

"Sure," she said lying on the bed. "I would like that very much." 

"Okay," he said. "Take off your robe." 

Miss Stevenson obeyed. She would have much preferred his son to touch her, 
but under the circumstances, she didn't dare refuse. After all, he could 
just pick up his son and leave and forbid him to ever see her again outside 
of class. That would be a disaster for her, she thought, and she decided 
that she would go along with anything that he wanted, just to allow Douglas 
to continue to fuck her. 

"I'm going to fuck you," said Douglas' father. "I'm going to show you how a 
real man fucks a woman. I will show you the difference between a man and a 
boy." 

Mr. Harrison unzipped his pants. His penis was very hard and he didn't even 
bother to take off his clothes. He was in too much of a hurry to feel her 
soft cunt around his hard dick. 

"How do you like that?" he asked her. "How do you like my hard cock inside 
your pussy?" 

"I like it very much," she said. "I like the way you fuck me." 

"Good," he said, "because you and I are going to be together quite a bit. 
I'm not going to give you up for Douglas, son or no son. You are going to be 
my girl, baby, and we are going to both like it very much." 

"Yes," she said, "I'm sure we will. Your cock is making me feel very hot. I 
love the way your prick feels inside my cunt." 

She would have preferred his son's cock. She wished she could push him off 
and pull Douglas down towards her, but he was too strong for her, and she 
didn't want the two of them to start fighting again. 

"You know what would really turn me on?" she asked. "There's something that 
I would really like." 

"What's that?" he asked gruffly. 

"I would really like to suck on Douglas' prick. I would like that very 
much." 

"You mean my cock isn't good enough for you?" 

"Oh, no," she replied. "That's not what I mean at all. I mean that I like 
your cock so much and it's giving me such pleasure, that I could really go 
wild if I had another prick inside my mouth. I would really want that, Mr. 
Harrison." 

"Okay," he reluctantly agreed. "Come on, Douglas. You heard the lady. Let 
her suck on your prick." 

Douglas removed' his shorts. His prick was very hard and he wanted to feel 
Miss Stevenson's body around his dick. He would have preferred to fuck her, 
but he didn't want to challenge his father. He knew that he would lose, and 
probably lose the privilege of fucking Miss Stevenson ever again. 

"Oh, baby, that looks good," she moaned when she saw his hard dork aiming 
right towards her face. "I really want that meat inside my mouth. Let me 
suck you off, Douglas. Let me suck you really big and hard cock meat. Oh, 
Douglas, your balls are so huge. I love them. Let me eat your balls and your 
prick baby. I want to suck your cock." 

"Yes," he panted. "Suck my hard meat. Suck me, teacher, suck my fucking hot 
and hard dick. I'm going to face-fuck you baby. I'm going to fuck your hot 
and wet mouth." 

Douglas slid his prick past Miss Stevenson's open lips and began to pump his 
cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. 

"Oh, that feels good!" he exclaimed. "My cock is really hard and hot for 
you, teacher. Suck that fucking hard prick. Suck me, baby! Suck my prick!" 

Miss Stevenson's tongue flicked out and licked the tip of his cock head. He 
immediately plunged his dick into her facial orifice and she felt his balls 
banging against her chin. 

"Oh, baby, that feels good!" he cried. "My cock is really hard inside your 
mouth. Suck it, baby! Suck that really hard prick meat!" 

His father was pumping his cock inside her hole. He really had a big prick 
and balls and they were driving her completely wild. 

"You like my cock baby, don't you?" he asked. She nodded her head yes. She 
was really more interested in the prick that was inside her mouth, than in 
the one up her slit. 

It did feel good, though, to have two pricks inside her body. She loved hard 
meat, and she especially loved it when there was so much of it. Both Douglas 
and his father had the biggest pricks she had ever felt inside her body. 

"Oh, baby!" cried Mr. Harrison. "I'm going to pump your body full of sperm. 
I'm going to shoot you full of my hot cream!" 

His penis seemed to explode as his come shot out of the tip of his cock. It 
made her really wet inside her cunt hole and she felt her lubricating juices 
pouring out of her hole and dribbling down her side. His semen mixed with 
her honeys and she went wild as her boiling cunt overflowed with steaming 
juices. 

"Oh, baby! Oh, baby!" he cried as his balls released their reservoir of 
juice. "Take it all, baby! Take all of my hot cream up your slit!" He 
pounded and pressed his cock against her cunt walls. It had really driven 
him wild to fuck her hole while his son was fucking her face. 

His body began to relax, as Douglas' prick was about to begin its orgasm. 

"Suck his cock!" Mr. Harrison shouted. "I want to watch you lick his big 
piece of meat." 

Miss Stevenson went wild with enthusiasm. She wanted to lick every inch of 
Douglas' hard cock meat. She wanted to show that older man just how much she 
enjoyed sucking his son's prick. 

"I'm coming!" shouted Douglas. "Suck me! Suck me!! Suck my cock! I'm 
shooting, baby! I'm shooting your face full of come!" 

Douglas's cock spurted out jets of hot cream. It completely filled up her 
mouth and began to ooze past her lips and onto her chin. She used her 
fingers to scoop up his jism and then licked her fingers so she wouldn't 
have to lose a single drop of his sweet cream. 

"Oh, that felt good!" he exclaimed. His balls and cock was still shaking. 
His come still hadn't finished emptying out of his prick. 

"It was really good," said Miss Stevenson. "I really loved sucking your 
cock. You know how to make a woman happy, Douglas. You really know how to 
turn me on." 

"What about me?" asked Mr. Harrison. "Didn't my cock make your cunt go 
wild?" 

"Yes," she said. "You also turned me on. Both of you made me feel better 
than I had ever felt before. It was dynamite. Two pricks, two big pricks 
inside my body at the same time is the best thing that has ever happened to 
me." 

"I'm glad you liked it," said Mr. Harrison, believing that it was his cock 
that had driven her to the extremes of ecstasy. "I know you love my cock and 
balls." 

"Yes, I do," she said. She didn't want to tell him that it was his son's 
young prick that had really made her cunt explode the way it did, even if 
that particular cock was in her mouth. "I love both of your cocks and balls. 

Douglas knew that he was the one who had turned his seventh grade teacher 
on. It was his young meat that had made her scream and cry the way she had 
done. It was his balls that she longed for. His father may have had more 
meat, but his cock was what she wanted, what she craved. 

Mr. Harrison got off of Miss Stevenson's body. He felt that he had done a 
really great job of fucking her, and he was happy. It was the perfect 
solution. Each of them had gotten what they wanted, and Douglas knew now for 
sure, that it was his prick that meant more to his teacher than his father's 
larger cock and balls. Size, apparently, didn't account for everything. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Miss Stevenson felt pleased that she had solved the problem between Douglas 
and his father. She knew that his father felt he was the one who had pleased 
her the most, and that this made him very happy, but Douglas knew the real 
reason for her great pleasure. Everything had worked out fine. 

Everything had been going along quite well except that several of the other 
boys in the class seemed to feel resentful of Douglas and the way that he 
spent all of his time with their teacher. 

Miss Stevenson realized that she had been neglecting the rest of the class. 
She tried to be fair with everyone, but they all knew that she had her 
favorite, and it was Douglas. 

Several of the other boys decided that they would put a stop to it. She was 
really quite sexy and that had turned them on too. They didn't think it was 
right that she should constantly be favoring Douglas. 

She realized one day as she was leaving school that another group of boys 
was following her. She remembered that incident at the beginning of the 
school year and she didn't want to become involved in another rape scene. 
One was more than enough for her. 

She quickly hailed a cab and headed for home. The next day, she resolved, 
she would speak to the boys who were following her and no doubt going to 
rape her. 

"Okay, Frank," she said, since he was the one boy who had been most 
aggressive in the classroom, "I would really like to talk to you." 

Frank looked at his teacher. He wanted to grab her right there and ram his 
cock down her throat, but he stood there and didn't say a word. 

"I think you and I need to have a little chat," she said. "I don't think I 
like your attitude in class. You are becoming a troublemaker and I don't 
like troublemakers." 

"So?" 

"So you'll stay after school, and we'll have that little chat, okay?" 

"I don't see why," he said. 

"You will stay, and then you will see why," she said firmly, "or else I'll 
have to call your parents and let them do the talking for me." 

"Well, okay," he said. He was apparently afraid of what his parents would do 
to him. He didn't want to receive a spanking from his father. 

Frank stayed late after school. He longed to fuck that luscious Miss 
Stevenson, but he was now afraid to touch her. He wondered what magical 
power Douglas had over her that he was able to carry on day after day with 
her and not get disciplined. 

"Okay, Miss Stevenson, what do you want?" he asked. "Why do you want me to 
stay late?" 

"Well, I think you should not try and intimidate me," she said. "You were 
trying to scare me, weren't you?" 

"Scare you? When? What are you talking about?" 

"You know perfectly well what I am talking about. You and two of your 
friends were following me after school yesterday. Don't deny it, because I 
saw you." 

"We wanted to talk to you," he said. "We weren't going to harm or hurt you. 
What makes you think that we were?" 

"Oh, come now, Frank. I know what was on your mind. I know very well what 
has been on the minds of most of the boys in this class. I know the 
twelve-year-old mind very well." 

"No, I mean it," insisted Frank. "We just wanted to talk to you." 

"What about?" 

"About your always favoring Douglas, that's what about," said Frank. "I 
don't really see why you are always calling on him in class, and always 
smiling at him and not at us. You really like him that's obvious." 

"Obvious to who?" she asked. 

"To all of us," he replied. "You seem to be favoring Douglas every chance 
you get. I don't think it's fair, none of us do." 

"Who are the rest of you who feel the same way?" she asked. "Who were your 
friends." 

"Oh, you know Jimmy and Alan. That's all" 

"And they think the same thing." 

"Yeah." 

"Well, you're wrong. I don't favor Douglas. I can't help it if he always 
knows the right answers." 

"That's not true," said Frank. "I'm not really talking about that." 

"Then just what are you talking about? You know, I can't figure you out. 
What are you trying to tell me?" 

"Well, we all know about you and Douglas." 

"That's none of your business." 

"Well, it bothers us anyway. I don't think it's fair, that's all." 

"Are you finished? I don't think this conversation need proceed any further. 
I think you can go home now." 

"No." 

"What do you mean, no? I said leave. I am ordering you to leave this room 
right now." Miss Stevenson was firm and insistent. She didn't want to engage 
in any further talk with Frank. What she did with Douglas was just none of 
his business. He would just have to forget about it. 

But Frank didn't want to forget about it. He was very hurt that his teacher 
wanted to have sex with Douglas and no one else. He really had wanted to 
fuck her a long time ago, but thought that she would begin to like him also. 
He seemed genuinely disappointed that she took no interest in him. She took 
no interest in anyone but Douglas. 

"I don't want to leave," he said. He refused to budge. He wouldn't move from 
the spot he was standing in. 

"I said you'll have to leave," she said firmly. 

"I have some work to do here, and I don't want you around. Now get out." 

"No." 

"How dare you disobey me!" she yelled. "Get out!" 

"I won't!" Frank was glaring at her. Miss Stevenson was getting really 
angry. She quickly reached for her yardstick and picked it up. She started 
to shake it at him, hoping that he would want to escape from what she meant 
to do. 

"Come on," she threatened. "If you don't leave right now, I'll have to use 
this on you." 

"You wouldn't dare," he replied. "You wouldn't dare use that ruler on me." 

"Oh, wouldn't I? You just watch me." Miss Stevenson's face was purple with 
rage. She was absolutely furious that this young man was so fresh as to 
inquire into her private sex life. 

Miss Stevenson reached out and grabbed Frank. She threw him across her desk 
with his ass in the air and started to spank him hard with the ruler. 

"Ow!" he cried. "Stop that! Stop that! That hurts!" The harder he yelled, 
the more she hit him. She was going crazy with it. She seemed to have lost 
all control and was hitting him harder and harder. It was something that she 
had never done before, and she seemed to be enjoying it. 

"Apologize!" she yelled. "How dare you talk to me like that!" She was 
spanking him harder and harder. Frank was screaming quite loudly. 

Miss Stevenson felt a strange sensation come over her. She was really 
enjoying beating that young boy's ass. It felt good to slam that piece of 
hard wood over his ass. It was turning her on. She realized that her cunt 
was beginning to lubricate. The harder she hit him, the more her cunt juices 
flowed. 

Frank began to scream out with pain. She was really hurting him. He had 
never expected his teacher to react so violently to his questions. He 
started to apologize, but she couldn't or wouldn't listen to him. All she 
could think about was that fantastic new sensation inside her pussy. 

She was losing all control. Her hands flayed out wildly, hitting him with 
great force. She just could not stop. That young ass was driving her into a 
frenzy. The more she hit his ass flesh, the more her pussy dripped with her 
own sweet juices. She could not recall ever having experienced something so 
wild and luscious before. It was entirely new to her, and she was relishing 
it. She loved the way her cunt felt as she dropped the ruler and used her 
hand. 

"Oh, please stop it! I can't stand it anymore!" 

"No!" insisted Miss Stevenson. "I will not stop. You've been a bad, bad boy. 
I am not going to stop spanking you until I'm good and ready!" 

She continued to hit him. Her hand was becoming quite reddened from all the 
spanking she was giving him. Suddenly, she became even more frantic. She 
reached out and started to unbuckle his belt. She was working quite quickly. 

"What are you doing?" he asked. "What are you doing?" 

"I'm going to really spank you now," she said. "I'm going to make you 
remember this day for the rest of your life. You will never forget me or 
what you said to me." 

Miss Stevenson pulled down Frank's pants and shorts. His bare ass was so 
tempting to her that she simply couldn't resist spanking it. 

"Stop!" he cried. "Oh, please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" 

"I'll show you how sorry you can be," she said. "I'm going to make your ass 
show the scars of your impudence." 

Miss Stevenson could no longer control the flood of her cunt juices. She 
used one hand to spank the errant child and the other to feel her cunt. She 
was slowly beginning to finger-fuck herself as she punished the young boy 
mercilessly. 

"Ow! Ow!" he cried. He tried to get away. In doing so, he was able to turn 
his head an see what she was doing. One of her hands was inside her dress 
and he saw that she was masturbating. 

"Get away from me!" he cried. "Stop it! Stop it or I'll tell!" 

"You'll tell what?" she demanded. "What are you going to tell?" 

"I'll tell that your fingers were up your cunt while you were hitting me," 
he said. "That's what I'm going to tell. Stop hitting me or you'll be 
sorry." 

Now she was getting even madder. "I'll be sorry? I'll be sorry? I'll show 
you who'll be sorry. You are going to be sorrier than you've ever been 
before." 

Her fingers were really doing a number on her pussy. They fucked her hole so 
fast that she could feel her clit beginning to drive her crazy. Her cunt was 
about to overflow with her hot juices. 

Miss Stevenson began to cry out, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" She was unaware of what 
she was saying. Frank knew what she wanted and he wanted to give it to her. 

"I'll fuck you!" he shouted. "Stop hitting me and let me fuck you. I want to 
fuck your hot cunt!" 

"Yes, yes," she panted. "Please, oh please fuck me! Let me feel your big 
prick up my hole. I want you to fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She kept 
repeating this over and over. She had to be fucked. Miss Stevenson couldn't 
control herself. She tore off her clothes and then tore off Frank's clothes. 

His prick was getting hard. It rose slowly and steadily and Miss Stevenson 
grabbed hold of it and started to rub it. 

"It's getting harder," she said as she stroked it. "It's getting really hard 
so it can go into my cunt hole easily. I want this big prick up my cunt, 
Frank. Fuck me, please fuck me." 

Miss Stevenson lay down on the hard floor. She spread her legs wide and 
begged her pupil to enter her slit. 

Frank moistened the tip of his penis. He wanted it to slide inside her pussy 
nice and easily. He was really quite hard and he was going to give her a 
fucking equal to the spanking number she was doing on him. 

"Oh, baby!" he exclaimed, "your cunt is so hot. It's so juicy, teacher. I'm 
going to make your hot cunt even hotter and juicier than it is already. You 
are going to feel my hard dick slamming deep into your hole!" 

"Yes!" she begged. "Yes, yes, yes!! " Miss Stevenson was writhing madly on 
the floor. She couldn't get enough. She wanted his prick deep inside her 
hole and she screamed for it, she cried out for it. "Fuck me!! Fuck me!! " 

"You bet your ass I'm going to fuck you, baby!" he shouted. "You are going 
to really feel my hard dick up your twat!" 

He slid his prick deep into her hole. His balls were beginning to slam 
against her cunt and she felt the extreme of painful pleasure. She tried to 
pull him in even closer. She needed every inch of his hard cock. She had to 
have all of his meat. 

Just as his cock was sunk deep into her buried treasure, the principal, Dr. 
Strong walked into the room. Miss Stevenson was too far gone to hear or see 
him. He stood over this scene and stared at them for a while. 

Frank continued to pound away at her hole. He was driven to the extremes of 
erotic ecstasy. His prick was hotter than it had ever been and he could feel 
his balls pressuring him to release his semen into her pussy. 

"I'm shooting, baby!" he suddenly cried. "I'm shooting your fucking goddam 
hot pussy slit full of my cream. Get fucked, teacher! Get your hot cunt 
fucked with my dick's juice!" 

His semen spurted out of his cock with tremendous force. He could feel his 
prick pulsating wildly as his juice gushed out and rammed against her cunt 
walls. 

"Fuck me!" she cried. "Oh, Frank, baby, Fuck me! Fuck me!" 

"Oh, baby! Oh, baby!" he cried. "My cock is so hot! Take all my cream, baby! 
Drink up my come!" 

"What's going on here!" demanded Dr. Strong. "Just what do the two of you 
think you are doing? What the hell is going on here?" 

Miss Stevenson looked up in horror. She was struck dumb. The principal had 
seen the whole thing, she thought. She was panic stricken. She didn't know 
what to do. 

Frank withdrew his cock from her slit immediately. His come was still 
dripping off the tip of his prick and he looked up at the school principal. 

"Get off of her!" he demanded. "Put your clothes on." 

Frank did as he ordered immediately. He quickly got dressed and started to 
bolt for the door. 

"Not so fast, young man!" shouted Dr. Strong. "Just what do you think you 
are doing? Where the fuck do you think you are going?" 

Miss Stevenson still couldn't say a word. She became terrified at the 
prospect of what could happen to her. She could lose her job and possibly 
never be able to teach young boys again. 

"Well, well, Miss Stevenson, I see that you have been educating your 
students in ways more than you are being paid for. Could you explain the 
meaning of this?" 

"I can't," she said slowly. "I'm sorry. There is really no explanation for 
this other than the obvious one." 

"Well, well. So you and your young charges have been spending a lot of time 
up here fucking and God knows what else. I knew you always stayed late, Miss 
Stevenson, but up until now, I really had no idea just why you stayed late. 
Now I know." 

"Yes," she said resignedly, "I guess you do know now." 

"I suppose you are wondering what I am going to do to you," he said. "You 
must really be afraid of me. I can see the fear in your eyes." 

"What are you going to do?" she asked. "I know I can lose my job for this." 

"Yes, you can," he told her. "All I would have to do is to file a report on 
you and tell the authorities that you no sooner are put in front of a 
classroom of young boys and girls, when you rush to get into bed with them. 
I could tell them that, you know, and you would never again be able to teach 
or possibly anything else in this town." 

"I know," she said. "I know that even worse could happen to me." 

"But you are a lucky woman," said Dr. Strong. "I'm not going to report you 
to the Board of Education." 

"You're not?" 

"No." 

"Really?" 

"Really." 

"Why?" 

"Because I am going to do the same to you as this young man just did. I know 
I'm a lot older than he is. In fact, I'm a lot older than you are. I'm old 
enough to be your father, and that's just what I'm going to pretend I am. I 
have always wanted to fuck my daughter. She's just about your age, but she 
is happily married, so I'm going to fuck you instead. How do you like that?" 

"I like it better than losing my job," she said. "I don't mind you fucking 
me." 

"You don't mind? Well, thank you. I think you will mind. I've just decided 
how I'm going to fuck you just for that." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Since you obviously don't really want me to fuck you, perhaps you don't 
like me, or perhaps you just go for the young ones, but I'm going to make 
sure now that you will be sorry that I am fucking you." 

"What are you going to do?" she asked, afraid of the answer. 

"I'm going to fuck your asshole." he answered with a smile. "Yes, that's 
just what I'm going to do. I'm going to slide my prick all the way into your 
fucking asshole." 

Miss Stevenson looked afraid for the first time. She had never before been 
fucked up the ass, and she knew it was going to be painful. 

"Turn over," he commanded. "I'm going to ass-fuck you right now. Your sweet 
shit hole will now feel my hard prick." 

Dr. Strong hesitated for a moment. He looked at young Frank who was still 
standing next to him. "I have a better idea," he said suddenly. "I know 
exactly what I'm going to do." 

"What is that?" asked Miss Stevenson. She couldn't imagine anything more 
horrid than what he had already planned for him. 

"I'm going to ass-fuck you all right," he said. "That hasn't changed, but 
since you like to have your cunt filled up with young prick meat, that's 
just what this young man is going to do. That is, if he can get it up again. 
Can you get a hard-on again, Frank?" 

"Yes, sir," he answered. "I can make my prick hard again." 

"Good, because I want you to fuck her cunt at the same time that my cock is 
going to be up her asshole. Do you understand that, Frank?" 

"Yes, sir," he said. "Will it hurt her?" 

"I hope so," answered the principal. "It will serve her right." 

That was what young Frank was hoping too. His ass still smarted from the 
blows it had received first by the ruler, and then by Miss Stevenson's hand. 
He was glad that she was going to be forced to suffer some pain too. 

Frank started to remove his clothes again. The principal had moved Miss 
Stevenson to the middle of the floor where there would be a lot of room and 
he started to take off his pants. His prick was already hard and he couldn't 
wait to slide it deep up his young teacher's ass crack. 

"Oh, baby," he cried, "this feels so good." He was sliding his prick slowly 
up her hole. Her face was contorted with pain. "How do you like it, Miss 
Stevenson?" 

"It hurts," she moaned. "Oh, please don't. It hurts." 

"Good," chortled Dr. Strong. "A little pain is good for the soul. It builds 
character. I'm glad that you are in pain, Miss Stevenson. I have wanted to 
fuck you ever since you started working here but I refrained from making my 
intentions known because I didn't want to cause you any embarrassment. I 
didn't want to make you do something like have sex with people you were 
involved with professionally, but I see now that I was a fool. I should have 
fucked you when you applied to me for a job." 

"I wouldn't have minded," she said. "That would have been better than this." 

"Yes, I'm sure you wouldn't have minded," the principal sneered. "I can see 
that you like to get fucked all day long. I bet you don't even teach your 
classes. I bet all you do all day long is thrust out your pussy to the 
longest cock you can find. I bet you even like cunts. I bet you and the 
girls have as much fun as you and the boys do. Am I right, Miss Stevenson?" 

"Ow! Stop hurting me!" 

"Never!! " he shouted. "How's this?" He jammed his prick so deeply into her 
rear end that he thought for a moment is was entering her belly. 

"Owww!! " Miss Stevenson was crying out in pain. She couldn't take anymore. 
"Stop! Stop! I'll quit school rather than submit to this pain." 

"No you won't," said Dr. Strong. "You will love every inch of my cock up 
your ass. Come on, Frank, shove your cock into her cunt. Make her feel two 
big pieces of meat inside her fucking holes." 

Frank's prick was as stiff now as it had been before. He was really hard and 
he wanted to make her feel the pain that she had inflicted on him. "I'm 
going to ram my dick right up your pussy hole, teacher," he shouted. "You 
are going to really feel my hot cock like you've never felt it before." 

Miss Stevenson almost blacked out with pain. She was in such agony that she 
barely felt it when that pain turned to exquisite pleasure. 

The change was subtle, but definite. Her body began to relax, and the pain 
gradually subsided. She still screamed until she realized that her body was 
tingling with enormous erotic excitement. 

"Oh!" she cried. "Oh! Oh!" She didn't know now whether she was loving it or 
hating it. It was an enormous relief to her to feel a falling off of that 
pain and a corresponding increase in the pleasure. 

Miss Stevenson was now beginning to enjoy getting fucked by two men at once. 
One, a boy, was sliding his dick inside her cunt hole, while the older man 
was ass-fucking her. She loved both of them. She wanted it more and more. 

She never realized that ass-fucking could feel so great. It was the height 
of pleasure for her body, and she did seem to know very many pleasures. 

"Oh, that's good!" she groaned. "Oh, that's good, that's so good!" She felt 
warm and wonderful. Her body relaxed to such a great degree that her cunt 
started to lubricate all over again. She could feel her hot juices flowing 
unceasingly out of her hole and she wanted more and more and more. She had 
to have their big cocks fucking her body. Her cunt was being fucked and her 
ass was being fucked. There was nothing that she wouldn't have given at that 
point to be able to suck on a cock also. She needed cocks and balls. She had 
to have all of them. 

"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Oh, please fuck me! Fuck me!" She was screaming 
out of control. She couldn't stop shouting with great pleasure. Those two 
penises kept pumping and plunging into her holes and she was going 
absolutely wild. Her frenzy was total. She was screaming louder than she had 
ever screamed before, because her pleasure was complete. This was the 
ultimate in erotic ecstasy. She had never felt so hot before. 

Dr. Strong's prick was violently ramming her asshole. He was plunging his 
cock into her body, and slowly withdrawing it. He was increasing his speed 
and he couldn't stop. His balls were slapping her ass-cheeks and she could 
feel them beginning to get sore. Her ass was hot and getting hotter. Her 
cunt was oozing out such quantities of liquids that she never even knew she 
had. 

"Oh, baby!" cried Frank. "Oh, baby, my cock is on fire!" 

"My cunt is on fire!" she shouted back. "My cunt and my ass are so hot I 
can't stand it! Oh, fuck me, please! Oh, that feels so good! My asshole is 
burning up with hot pleasure! Fuck me, please boys fuck me!" 

Dr. Strong felt his semen about to shoot out of his cock and coat her ass 
walls. She was going to really know what a good hard prick could do to her. 
She was going to really feel hot this time around. 

"Oh, baby, I'm coming!" he shouted. "I'm coming, I'm shooting!" His sperm 
shot out of his prick and landed deep inside her shit tube. Her deep and 
dark passageway was aglow with hot white fiery liquid cream. 

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried. She couldn't get enough of his hot liquid. 
"Fuck me harder! Fuck me again! Oh, please really give it to me!" 

Frank started to achieve a massive orgasm. His prick was so hard and hot 
that he was able to shoot more cream inside her hole this time than he had 
done before. His dick really shot out with hot loads of creamy come juice. 

"Oh, Frank!" she screamed. "Oh, Frank baby fuck me! That feels so good, 
Frank. I want your prick and balls to really fuck me hard!" 

His balls were banging against her cunt. She was going crazy. She had to 
take his meat into her hole as far as it could go. 

"Oh, baby!" he cried. "Oh, teacher, your cunt is so hot! My prick is going 
to explode with hot juice. It's still pouring! I'm coming, teacher! I'm 
coming!" 

Their three bodies were writhing in complete and total erotic ecstasy. No 
one could stop. They couldn't seem to control themselves. Even after their 
cocks were dry, Frank and Dr. Strong were still pumping their meats into 
Miss Stevenson's body. They just couldn't stop. It was too much for them. 

"Oh, baby," cried Dr. Strong, "that really was wonderful. That was so good. 
I would like to fuck you again and again. I really need your cunt baby. I 
want to fuck your fucking hot cunt." 

"Yes!" she cried. "You can fuck my cunt. You can fuck my asshole again too," 
she said. "I really enjoyed that." 

"You did?" he asked. He was quite surprised by her saying that. 

"Yes," she answered. "I really did like it" 

"Didn't it hurt?" 

"Yes, at first it hurt, but then I found it really great. It felt so good. I 
had never realized that a cock up my ass would make me feel so good." 

"You were crying out with pain," said Dr. Strong. "You couldn't have liked 
it." 

"I think it was more from thinking it would hurt, than from actually 
hurting," she said. "Anyway, I would like you to do it again." 

"I would love to," he said. "I love to ass-fuck my women. That really turns 
me on. My cock gets harder when it is inside a shit tube than when it's up a 
pussy. I love it. You will be able to continue to work here as long as you 
want just so long as I can fuck your rectum." 

"Sure," said Miss Stevenson. "That would be terrific." 

"Could I also fuck you again?" asked Frank. He felt as if he were forgotten 
in the general enthusiasm for ass-fucking." 

"Oh, sure," said Miss Stevenson. She knew that she really preferred Douglas, 
but there would be no way now of preventing Frank from fucking her whenever 
he wanted to. 

"Gee, thanks, Miss Stevenson," said the twelve-year-old. "I would really 
like that. I loved fucking you," he said. "It was a lot better than I 
thought it would be." 

"I'm glad you liked it," said Miss Stevenson. "I'm really glad. I think that 
maybe you could also fuck my ass. That would really please me." Miss 
Stevenson wondered how a young prick would feel up her cunt. She had always 
assumed it would be too painful and so she never wanted anyone to do it, but 
now that she discovered that it was really great, she would have to have a 
little boy's meat inside her asshole. That was something that she 
desperately craved now. She would have to call Douglas right away and ask 
him to ass-fuck her. It was a brand-new and entirely satisfactory sensation. 

"Well, Miss Stevenson," said Dr. Strong as he put his pants back on, "I 
think that you will be getting along fine with everyone now. I don't think I 
have to tell you how much I enjoyed ass-fucking you. You will certainly be a 
most welcome faculty member here at Forrest Junior High School." 

"Thank you Dr. Strong," she said. "I'm pleased that you are going to let me 
stay." 

"I not only will let you stay," he said, "in fact I insist upon it. I 
wouldn't ever let you leave. I really will look forward to the sessions that 
we have together. I have a few friends who like to ass-fuck too, and I would 
like you to meet them. I think you will like them very much." 

"Yes, I would like that," said Miss Stevenson. She really couldn't say 
otherwise. She knew that she would prefer young meat up her asshole just as 
she preferred young cock inside her pussy, but she would now have to go 
along with whatever Dr. Strong wanted from her. She couldn't possibly refuse 
him or else she would have to look for another job, and who would take her? 
That was something that she couldn't seem to forget. She was now the slave 
of Dr. Strong and she would have to learn to live with it if she wanted to 
keep her job. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

Frank and Dr. Strong had finally left. She was alone again, and she 
reflected upon the day's events. Two new things had really turned her on, 
and both of them surprised her. She loved, really loved spanking Frank. His 
young ass-flesh had made her cunt burning hot as soon as she started to hit 
it with her hand, and she wanted to be able to try it out on some of the 
other children. She knew that discipline was good for them, but up until now 
she hadn't realized how good it was for her, too. 

Miss Stevenson also finally became aware how much she really enjoyed getting 
fucked in the ass. Her anus had hurt for a while, but the pleasure had 
overtaken the pain and it was something that she knew she would have to 
indulge in again and again. Her buttocks were reddened and swollen, but it 
was worth it. She would demand that Douglas fuck her up the ass. As soon as 
she would get home, she told herself, she would call him and insist that he 
come over and fuck her rear. 

When she spoke to Douglas though, he didn't seem anxious to do it. "I don't 
know," he said. "I've never done it before." 

"Neither had I," she told him, "until just today." 

"Who did it?" he asked. "Who fucked you this afternoon?" 

"Dr. Strong," she replied. 

"The principal?" 

"The same," she answered. 

"Wow!" 

"Why do you say that?" she asked. "Does that strike you as odd?" 

"Well, I overheard him say to a secretary that he would like to fuck you, 
but didn't dare offend you by asking. How come he fucked you?" 

"Well, it's a long story," said Miss 

Stevenson. "I don't want to bore you with the details." 

"Oh, I wouldn't mind," said Douglas. The real reason was that she didn't 
want to tell Douglas about Frank. She was afraid that he would be jealous. 

"Well, I would rather not," said Miss Stevenson. "Let's just say that it 
happened, and I really liked it and I would like you to do it to me. I would 
love it even more if you were to fuck me up the ass. His cock was okay, but 
yours is fantastic." 

"Well, I can't today," he said. "Maybe tomorrow." 

"Why not?" she asked. 

"I just can't get out now," said Douglas. "I'll see you in school tomorrow." 

"Okay," said Miss Stevenson. She was disappointed, but tried not to show it. 
She really would have liked it if he had been able to come over and fuck 
her, but somehow she would survive it. It really wasn't so terrible. She 
would wait. She could wait a few days, but then he would have to fuck her. 

"I'm sorry," he answered her. "I would really love to join you, but I've got 
a lot of work to do." 

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow," she said. "Goodbye, Douglas." 

"Bye." 

Well, thought Miss Stevenson, I guess he isn't going to be a cooperative as 
I would have liked. I'll have to think about who else I could have. 

She realized that Frank might be willing to ass-fuck her. She didn't know 
how to get in touch with him, because she had left her classroom attendance 
book at school. Douglas' phone number she had kept with her all the time, 
she would have to wait for Frank's number. 

Miss Stevenson wondered what was happening to her. She knew that she 
couldn't continue to have sex with all her pupils, but she also realized 
that she couldn't just drop everything just like that. She would have to 
find some kind of balance, but it wasn't going to be easy. 

She began to think of nothing but sex. Getting fucked was all that was on 
her mind, and she couldn't even begin to shake off that thought. Her cunt 
was driving her crazy. The thought of Dr. Strong's hard prick up her ass was 
making her go crazy again. Her cunt was beginning to ooze and drip and she 
automatically reached inside her dress and started to finger-fuck herself. 

Oh, she said to herself, that feels so good. Her fingers were making her 
slit even hotter and she started to undress herself. She walked into her 
bedroom and looked at herself in her full-length mirror. 

She wasn't unattractive, she thought. She wasn't the kind of girl who would 
repel a guy, whatever she demanded of him. Miss Stevenson thought for a 
moment of going out onto the street and picking up the first guy she saw, 
but changed her mind. She was afraid of getting some kind of disease and 
that wouldn't do. She felt complete horror at the thought of infecting her 
young studs. 

She desperately longed for Douglas. She wanted to feel his beautiful body. 
She wanted to feel his hard cock, stiff and erect, sliding in and out of her 
now wildly dripping cunt. Her hole was becoming saturated with her own 
lubricants as she thought of his meat. Even when he wasn't there, Douglas 
was driving her wild. 

She was crying aloud for her young lover. Her young stud was what she 
desperately craved at that moment. Her fingers were massaging the insides of 
her pussy and she was going crazy, aching for Douglas' meat to penetrate her 
hole. 

"Fuck me!" she cried aloud. "Fuck me! Fuck my hole! Oh, Douglas, I want you 
so badly. I want your sweet meat to make my pussy ring out with hot 
pleasure. Make me happy, Douglas. Fuck me! Oh, please fuck my hot hole!" 

If only Douglas were there! If only that young sweet boy with that huge 
prick would be there to fuck her cunt! Miss Stevenson would be really happy. 
She needed him now, and he wasn't there. 

Her fingers flew rapidly in and out of her hole. She felt them becoming 
coated with her lubricating honeys and she desperately craved to feel 
something really hard inside her hole. 

She raced around her apartment. She remembered having bought a dildo a while 
back when she was confined to her bed. A friend had picked it up during her 
illness and she used it to fuck herself. She never thought she would want it 
again, but she did so now. 

She searched for it for a long time. She had to feel something really hard 
up her twat. It was driving her crazy and she wanted to be able to feel a 
piece of hard meat and make her completely ecstatic. 

She couldn't find it. She picked up a candle and decided that she would use 
that instead. She started to put that candle up her slit and move it in and 
out, just like a real prick would do. 

It felt good. The hard wax made her cunt drip even more rapidly, and Miss 
Stevenson wanted to feel really good. 

"Oh, Douglas!" she exclaimed aloud. "Please fuck me! Please fuck me!" 

Just then the phone rang. She raced over to it and picked it up quickly. 

"Hello, Douglas? How are you. I'm so glad you called. I need you Douglas." 

"This isn't Douglas," said a young male voice. "This is Frank." 

"Oh." 

"Well, if you don't want to talk to me," said Frank, "I will hang up." 

"No, don't!" she screamed. 

"I called you because I wanted to apologize for hurting you this afternoon. 
You were screaming out in pain and I wanted to apologize if I caused any of 
it. I realize that you were spanking me because I did say things I shouldn't 
have." 

"Oh, that's all right," said Miss Stevenson. "Look, I was wondering, would 
you mind coming over here and talking to me. I need you, Frank." 

"Well, I don't know," he said. "My mother is expecting me at dinner." 

"It won't take so long," she said. "I know you live near me, and I would 
really like to see you." 

"Well, I guess so. Will I get back by seven?" 

Miss Stevenson looked at her watch. It was after six. "I think so," she 
said. "It's really important that you get here. Please!" 

She sounded desperate. The candle was still inside her vagina and she 
desperately wanted to take it out, but only if she had something more meaty 
to replace it with. 

"Well, okay," said Frank. "I'll be right over." 

"Thank you," she said. "Thank you very much. I really appreciate this, 
Frank. I really do. I would really like you to come right over. I'll return 
the favor to you someday." 

"Sure," said Frank. "I'll do it." 

Miss Stevenson felt relieved. She wanted to feel a young prick inside her 
cunt. 

Frank arrived in barely ten minutes. He was out of breath when he rang her 
doorbell. "Hi," he said as she opened the door. "I ran all the way." 

"Come in" she said as she dragged him into the apartment. "Come with me." 
She didn't even allow him time to catch his breath, but she pulled him into 
the bedroom. 

"What's going on?" he asked. 

"I want you to fuck me," she said. "Please, Frank. I need you now." 

"What?" 

"Please!" 

"But.. . " 

"Please!" 

"I can't." 

"Why? Why can't you?" . 

"I just can't." Frank became panic-stricken. 

He had never before been handled like this before. This was even more 
surprising than her paddling him earlier in the day. 

"I really would like you to fuck me," she said. "You really did a great job 
before. Please, Frank, I need it." 

"No. I came over here to apologize to you for hurting you earlier, but I 
don't want to fuck you again. Don't ask me to do it again, because I won't." 

"You must." 

"No, I won't." 

"Please!! " She was becoming more desperate now. She had to feel his meat 
inside her body. She just had to. "Please, oh, please, Frank!" She was 
clinging to him now. She was going insane with hysterical and lustful 
desire. She needed a prick and she needed one that was young. 

"Get away from me!" screamed her pupil. "Get away from me. I don't want to 
see you again. I don't like you. Get away. Let me go! Let me go!" 

Frank was a strong young lad and he managed to escape her grip. He ran 
towards the door and bolted out of her apartment. 

"Frank! Come back! I'm sorry! Come back!" She was beginning to cry. She was 
breaking down and she didn't think she would ever recover. 

It took a full hour before she came to her senses. She probably wouldn't 
have if it weren't for the telephone ringing frantically. 

"Hello?" 

"Miss Stevenson, this is Douglas. Can I come over?" 

"Oh, yes, oh, yes, please Douglas. I must see you. Please." 

Douglas knew what had happened. The first thing that Frank had done when he 
got home was to call his friend and tell him what had happened. He wanted to 
tell Douglas what a crazy lady this Miss Stevenson was but Douglas realized 
that she was in trouble. He decided to race right over there. 

He got there quickly, and rang her bell. "Come in," said a small voice. 
"Come in, the door isn't locked. Is it you, Douglas?" 

"Yes," he said as he opened the door. "It's good to see you." 

"Oh, Douglas," said Miss Stevenson. "I can't tell you how glad I am to see 
you. I really am glad you are here." 

"I know," said Douglas. "I heard what happened." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Well, Frank called me. He said you were in some kind of trouble." 

"He called you? What else did he say?" 

"I won't lie to you, Miss Stevenson. He said that you wanted him to fuck 
you. He said you were desperate." 

"That's a lie. That isn't true." Douglas knew it must be true, but that it 
was something that she couldn't face about herself. 

"It doesn't matter," said Douglas. "I realize now that it was because I was 
rude to you over the phone. That's why you were upset, isn't it?" 

"Rude to me?" 

"Yes. When you asked me to come over and try some new things with you, I 
guess I sounded disgusted. It wasn't what I was feeling. It just came out 
that way. I didn't mean to let you think that your ass didn't appeal to me. 
I hope you can forgive me." 

"Oh, Douglas!" exclaimed Miss Stevenson. "Thank you. I'm so glad you said 
that. Yes, I really felt that you no longer desired me. I know I shouldn't 
have been so blunt with you, but I really needed you. I need you now, 
Douglas. I need you to make love to me and prove to me that you still want 
me." 

"I do want you, Miss Stevenson. I really do want you." 

"Oh, Douglas, I love you," exclaimed Miss Stevenson as she put her arms 
around her pupil. "I really love you. You mean everything to me. You are 
everything that I want in a boy." 

Douglas kissed his teacher passionately. He knew that she meant every word 
of what he said. He knew that she really did love him. 

"Let's make love," he said to her. "I want you, Miss Stevenson. I really 
want to fuck you anyplace you want it." 

"Don't call me Miss Stevenson anymore," she said. "Please call me Roberta. 
That's my name, and I want us to be very close." 

"Sure, Roberta," said Douglas. "Let's make mad passionate wild love." 

"Yes, yes," she panted. "I want to feel all of your body. I want your body 
and my body to become one. Fuck me, Douglas. Please let your body penetrate 
mine." 

Douglas knew that she wanted him to fuck her in the ass. She really craved 
that and even though she didn't want to say it, he knew that that was what 
she wanted. She needed to feel a really good piece of hard meat inside her 
anus. 

Douglas helped his 'teacher remove her clothes. Her panties were soaking 
wet. She had masturbated wildly before and she had gotten her juices all 
over her clothes. 

His own cock was hard. He was anticipating fucking his teacher up her ass, 
and he was going to really enjoy it. He wanted his prick to make her feel 
really good. 

"Oh, Douglas!" she exclaimed as she began to massage his prick, "your cock 
and balls are really hot. I need it, Douglas. I need you to fuck me!" 

"Yes," he said. "I'm going to really fuck you so that you will always 
remember this. I want you to be very happy, Miss Stevenson. I want you to 
really think that the two of us will always be together. I want your ass, 
Roberta. I want to fuck your really super hot asshole." 

Douglas removed all his clothes, they were left in a heap on the bedroom 
floor and the two of them climbed into bed. 

"Oh, Douglas, I'm so glad you're here," she said. "I'm so glad. I love you, 
I love you." She held on to him tightly. She held on to him so tightly that 
he felt he would never be set free. 

"I'm going to fuck you, Roberta," he said. "I'm going to fuck your asshole. 
My cock is going to make your ass feel really hot and wonderful. Sit on my 
cock, Roberta. Sit on my cock and I will give your ass a really hot and hard 
piece of meat." 

"Yes!" she panted. "Yes, Douglas! Fuck me! Oh, baby, fuck my really hot 
asshole. Oh, that feels so good. Your cock feels so hard. I'm sitting on 
your balls, Douglas! I'm sitting on your balls and your cock is up my ass!" 

The young schoolteacher was going wild. Her cunt was free for her to put her 
fingers inside and she proceeded to finger-fuck herself. 

"No," said Douglas, "let me do that. I want to finger-fuck you, Roberta. I 
want my hands to make your cunt feel really moist and juicy. I'm going to 
finger-fuck you as my cock fucks your asshole." 

Douglas began to massage the interior of his teacher's vagina. His fingers 
flew in and out of her delicate pink slit rapidly, and they became coated 
with her sweet syrups. 

"Oh, Douglas! Oh, baby! Oh, that feels so good! Oh, it is driving me really 
wild with ecstatic pleasure! Oh, Douglas, fuck my hole! Fuck my ass and fuck 
my cunt hole!" 

Roberta began to scream wildly. She was having a beautiful hot time as his 
hard penis penetrated her dark anal passageway and reached all the way 
inside her body. 

She was beginning to lose control of herself. She was going wild with hot 
and hard pleasures and she knew that it was driving her insane. 

"Douglas!" she shouted. "Oh, Douglas fuck my ass! Oh, baby, that's 
wonderful! Fuck me, Douglas! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!! " 

She kept sitting down and getting up on top of his meat. His prick was 
making her feel hot and wet inside her body. She could barely breathe, the 
pleasure was so intense. 

Douglas was about to come. He could feel his balls ready to give up their 
store of hot cream that he had, just waiting to shoot inside her dark 
asshole. 

"Oh, baby!" he cried. "I'm ready. I'm coming, baby! I'm shooting my cream up 
your hot and tight ass. I'm coming! I'm shooting, Roberta!" 

His cock let loose with a tremendous barrage of male cream. It spurted 
straight up into her asshole and she started to scream and shout. It felt 
really hot and she could feel it coating her anal walls and driving her wild 
with lustful pleasure. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she shouted. "Oh, fuck me, Douglas! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck 
me!" This junior high school teacher was going wild. She. couldn't stop 
screaming with joy and pleasure. She knew that this young twelve-year-old 
was the best and hottest thing that had ever happened to her. 

"I love you!" she shouted as the last of his come entered her rectum. "I 
love you Douglas!" 

"I love you too," he replied. "I love you and want to fuck you every day." 

"Yes," she begged, "yes, yes! I need you. I must have you. I want you, 
Douglas. You must fuck me all the time." 

Her body was collapsing from sheer exhaustion. It had been a very long and 
hard day. She had been fucked three times and it was more than she had ever 
felt before. 

She closed her eyes. Douglas gently lifted her off of his body and let her 
lie back on the bed. He began to get dressed. She was still asleep as he 
slipped out of her apartment and headed back towards his house. He knew that 
she wouldn't wake up until the next morning. 

Douglas wanted to think things over. He really liked Miss Stevenson. She was 
the best teacher that he ever had and he wanted to make sure that she meant 
what she had said to him. Douglas was pleased that he was her favorite. It 
had made him very happy, and he wanted to stay close to her and be with her 
all the time. Douglas wanted to make sure that they would be able to fuck 
without any interference. 

CHAPTER NINE 

Miss Stevenson awoke the next morning quite late. She looked at the clock 
and raced out of the house. It was unlike her to be late. She hadn't arrived 
late even one day since she had started to work at Forrest Junior High 
School. 

When she arrived at the school, she was stopped by Dr. Strong. 

"Oh, Dr. Strong, I'm sorry to be late," she said breathlessly. "I'm really 
sorry." 

"I think you'll be sorrier when you hear what news I have for you," he said. 
Her face turned white. 

"What do you mean?" she asked. "What kind of news?" 

"Well, I suppose I shouldn't beat around the bush," he said. "You are going 
to lose your job." 

"What? But you promised, Dr. Strong. I haven't reneged on my commitment." 

"This has nothing to do with me," he said. "I'm sorry. I really don't have 
any control over the situation." 

"But why? What happened?" 

"Well, you know who Frank's father is?" 

"No." She was very curious as to what Dr. Strong was referring to. 

"Well, Frank Hardy's father is Dr. Hardy. You've heard of him?" 

"Dr. Hardy? The Board of Education's Dr. Hardy?" 

"That's right. The one and the same." 

"Well?" 

"Well, apparently you went crazy over Frank last night. You really 
frightened him and his father demanded to know why." 

"You mean because of what happened in the classroom yesterday?" 

"No. You invited Frank to come over to your house last night, didn't you?" 

"I did? I don't remember." Miss Stevenson was so deranged the previous 
evening, that she didn't have a single recollection of what had transpired. 
She had forgotten everything except that she and Douglas had vowed to become 
lovers. At least she had vowed to become lovers with Douglas. 

"Yes. He called you to apologize to you and you asked him to come over. 
Well, of course he couldn't refuse, and when he came over to give his 
apologies to you in person, you proceeded to, well, I don't know of any 
other way to put it. You proceeded to rape him." 

"What are you talking about, Dr. Strong? I did no such thing." 

"Well you tried to rape him, didn't you? You must have some recollection 
about that." 

"I really don't recall. I think I do remember speaking to him over the 
phone. Yes, he did come over, but I really don't remember anything at all 
after that." 

"He insists that you tried to attack him. He said that he had to run out of 
the house to get away from you." 

Miss Stevenson sank down in a chair. It was all coming back to her. She was 
now beginning to make out the picture of what had happened. "Yes, Frank did 
come over. I do remember that. I think I remember asking him to have sex 
with me, but what of that? He refused and left." 

"You didn't want him to leave." 

"No, of course I didn't," said Miss Stevenson. "But he left anyway." 

"Not without a big fight from you. You screamed and carried on. He was 
terrified. He wasn't sure he would be able to get away alive." 

"You must be joking, Dr. Strong. You aren't serious." 

"Oh, yes I am," replied the principal. "I'm very serious. Dr. Hardy is 
planning to press charges against you. I think he will talk to the entire 
class, and they are going to say some things about you that you probably 
wouldn't want to be printed in the Daily Herald." 

"Oh my God!" she gasped. "You mean it's going to come to that?" 

"I'm afraid so," he said. "I really think it would be better if you were to 
resign your position here immediately and leave town. Dr. Hardy is after 
your ass, and not in the same way that I have been." 

"I can't," she wailed. "I have no place else to go. I've got to stay here 
and continue to teach." 

"You will be arrested and put in prison. Do you realize that these boys and 
girls are eleven and twelve years old? That's illegal, you know, to fuck and 
suck with children that age." 

"But they all wanted to," she protested. "I didn't force anyone to do 
anything." 

"That's what Dr. Hardy is trying to say is not so. He wants everyone to 
think that you raped all those boys and girls that you had sex with. Even 
the most liberal minded community doesn't like it when their pre-adolescents 
are tampered with." 

"But these are very mature children. They aren't the naive little angels 
that everyone assumes them to be. Most of them have had more sexual 
experience than I have had." 

"That may be true," said Dr. Strong, "but the community doesn't think so. 
They are going to be the ones who will be judging you." 

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God!" Miss Stevenson began to cry. She didn't know what 
she was going to do. All she could think of was that she was alone and no 
one would care about her. 

She quickly got up and rushed outside. She ran all the way home, her tears 
streaming down her face. 

As soon as she entered her apartment, she closed all the blinds and drew the 
curtains. All the lights were turned off and she buried her face in her 
pillow on her bed. She couldn't face what was going to happen to her. Miss 
Stevenson couldn't deal with the scandal that was sure to follow. 

Miss Stevenson fell asleep. That was a defense that always enabled her to 
escape from her troubles. This time she had plenty of troubles, and she 
slept for a very long time. She was awakened only by a phone call early in 
the evening. 

"Hello?" she said groggily into the phone. "Who is it?" 

"It's me," said a familiar voice. "Douglas." 

"Oh, Douglas," she said, "how are you?" She didn't seem to care anymore 
about him. She just wanted to crawl into a hole and never escape. 

"Look," he said. "I heard about what Frank's father is going to do. Can I 
come over?" 

"I guess so," she said, not really caring anymore about what anyone, 
including herself, did or didn't do. "Yeah, come on over. It doesn't 
matter." 

"Of course it matters" said Douglas. "I'm coming right over." 

Miss Stevenson got up. She didn't really want to see anyone but he had been 
very insistent. She supposed she shouldn't really spend the rest of the day 
in bed anyway. 

She wondered why all this had come about. She still hadn't recalled what had 
happened with Frank, but she knew that something must have happened. 

"Coming!" she shouted to the door as the bell rang. It was Douglas. He was 
quite impatient. 

"Are you there?" he shouted into the door. 

"Yes, hold on a minute." Miss Stevenson had taken a long time in answering 
the door. When she opened it Douglas could see that she had been crying. 

"Hello," she said matter-of-factly. 

"Hello," said Douglas. "I've got to speak to you." 

"What aoout?" 

"It's about this business with Dr. Hardy. I think I may have some news for 
you." 

"What?" 

"I've discovered that you can't be dismissed until there has been a hearing 
and all that. They just can't fire you." 

"So?" 

"So my father has some very good friends who are lawyers. I spoke to him and 
he said he would get one for you." 

"I don't want one." 

"What do you mean you don't want one? You've got to have a lawyer." 

"No I don't," she said slowly. "I don't need an attorney." 

"Why not?" 

"Because it doesn't matter. I'm going to quit teaching. I'm never going to 
go back into a classroom again, and I mean it." 

"But why?" 

"Because I couldn't face the scandal. I don't want to have to deal with all 
this nonsense that would come out now, and I wouldn't want my past brought 
up anyplace else." 

"What are you going to do?" he asked. 

"I don't know. I'm going to leave this city," she said. "I'm going to go far 
away where no one will ever know who I am." 

"You can't leave," he said. "What about me? I thought that the two of us 
were going to be together always." 

"Well, you can come with me." 

"I can't come with you," said Douglas, "you know that. You must know that 
I'm too young. They will get you for kidnapping." 

"Only if they found us," said Miss Stevenson. "I know where we can go where 
no one will ever find us. They won't even know where to look, and if they 
did, they still wouldn't find us." 

"Where is that?" he asked. 

"I'll tell you only if you decide to go with me. I won't tell you otherwise 
because I wouldn't want you to tell anyone." 

"I wouldn't tell, I promise." 

"If you don't know, then you can't tell. I'm sorry, Douglas. Run away with 
me and we can spend the rest of our lives together." 

"I don't know," he replied. "I don't think it's such a good idea." 

"I want you to, please! I would really want you to come with me. We can have 
such good times together. We can be the best of friends. We can live as if 
you were my son until you were old enough to be married. Then we can move 
someplace and live like man and wife. Please, Douglas, I need you. I want 
you and I must have you." 

Miss Stevenson began to hold on to Douglas. She couldn't let him go. She 
wanted to be with him for the rest of her life, and she was afraid that if 
she let go now, then he would be lost to her forever. 

"I don't know," he said. "I would like to, but I don't think we can get away 
with it." 

"Of course we can" she said. "I know how to do it." 

"I don't want to," he said. "I really don't want to." 

"But Douglas," she wailed, "you said that you always wanted to live with me. 
Now is your chance. Now is the perfect time to come away and live with me." 

"But I can't," insisted Douglas. "I do love you, and I would like to stay 
with you, but you've got to remain here. You can't leave if you want me. I 
can't go with you, I just can't." 

"Why? Please, Douglas, we've got to run off together. I can't stay here. You 
must realize that. I will be vilified by the community. They all think that 
you and all the others in the class are very young and innocent. Well, 
you're young, but you've all, or almost all, have had lots of sexual 
experience. Much more than I've had, but just try and convince the community 
of that." 

"Yeah, I guess I see what you mean," said Douglas. "I've been fucking girls 
since I was eleven. I've fucked a lot of girls, but most people would be 
surprised at that." 

"So you see that I just can't stay here. I would want to, Douglas, I would 
really want to." 

"But couldn't I testify that I seduced you? I wouldn't get into any trouble. 
That would work, wouldn't it? I think that might be a possible solution." 

"Don't you understand that I couldn't stand the scandal? Even if I were 
acquitted and allowed to resume teaching, I just couldn't go through with 
it. I couldn't bear to see my picture in the paper with the caption, "Child 
Molester on Trial." 

"Yeah, I guess it is tough for you to stay. I really wish there were some 
way out of this mess. I do love you and I want to stay with you." 

"Then please, for the last time, Douglas, come away with me. I want you, 
Douglas. I want you very much. I need you. Can't you see that I really need 
you?" 

Douglas was very torn. He knew that he couldn't just pick up and run away 
with an older woman. His father would be upset, and that was wrong. And 
besides, suppose they were caught. She could be charged with kidnapping, and 
that would get them all in a lot of trouble. 

"No," he said finally. "I just couldn't do it. I know it sounds mean, and 
you are very important to me, but I just couldn't go. I wouldn't be happy, 
even if I were with you. I just couldn't pick myself up and leave everything 
and everyone behind." 

"Is that your final word on the subject?" she asked. "Are you absolutely 
sure that you couldn't come away with me?" 

"Yes," he said. "I'm sure. I wish I weren't sure and that there really were 
some way that we could solve this problem, but I don't see how. I'm sorry. 
Perhaps I should go now." 

"No," she said. "Don't go. I would like to have you around just a little bit 
longer. I still love you, Douglas, and I don't want to lose you a minute 
sooner than I really have to." 

Then Miss Stevenson and her pupil had their final lesson together. 


THE END
