GED-127  Tutored Into Sin
(Sally Ray)


INTRODUCTION

They are often a forgotten, faceless lot out in the vast emptiness of America; they are the broken remnants of a million unsuccessful marriages. The wives hastily remarry, the husbands scandalize the community as they relive a bachelorhood they have often never had. These men and women constitute an increasing segment of our society.

But these people are not so lucky... the husbands often are driven by jealousy and hatred from their bed and loved ones... the wives woefully cast from home by the nasty taint of scandal. This novel concerns itself with this very serious and sad problem.

Christine Kelly, our fictional character, is actually a composite of a dozen or more young wives this author has known over the course of many years study in the school of marriage counseling and psychology. She is real only on the pages of this masterful novel, but she is as real as the girl next door... or your own wife. Or your best friend's.

This is a story of a woman driven to depravity by the agonies of an empty, frustrating marriage. She is not so different from any of us, yet the depths of her perversion might well mystify and astonish you. You could even be offended by the explicit account of her downhill run, but we have offered the author, Carl Stevens, a free rein in telling his story as only he knows best. To restrict him would be to censor him, and censorship is a vile, inhuman act that has no place in American democracy.

His account is often brutal, with no-holds-bared, but his words speak the terrifying truth... Christine's story could be closer to you than the pages of this novel. Much closer!

- The Publishers


CHAPTER ONE

"I'm sure you'll love it here, Miss Kelly," the older woman was saying. Nellie Jones, the assistant principal, was a fortyish, matronly figure with a huge bosom and voluptuous hips.

Christine smiled politely. "I'm sure I will... but it's Mrs. Kelly. You must have seen my application."

"Yes indeed... but I think - that is if you don't mind, that we'll refer to you as Miss. You are, after all, in the process of dissolving your marriage. Therefore..."

"But it's not final, we're just legally separated."

Nellie gave her a silencing nod, the kind a teacher might give a pupil when it was time to sit down. "Anyway, just for now, let's stick with Miss Kelly. It makes it easier with the parents' association, you understand. A lot of them are, nervous about new people in the community. If word got around that you were divorced... well, it might make matters difficult."

"Okay, Miss Jones, whatever you say." The conversation was taking place at Sedgefield, the Jones' family home. Miss Nellie lived there all alone. The house was crammed with old furniture, some of it valuable period antiques, but most of it hand-me-down junk.

"Miss Kelly... to tell you the truth," the not-unattractive spinster began, "I haven't told the principal that you're, getting a divorce. The personnel applications come through my office and I thought you looked qualified, but I knew that old Mr. Hargroves would never hire you if he caught wind of anything remotely resembling scandal."

Christine's eyebrows lifted. "Scandal? But I'm only getting a divorce., What's scandalous about that? It happens every day."

The unmarried brunette glanced down at her hands as they lay twisting a handkerchief in her lap. "Well, Miss Kelly... or may I call you Christine?"

"Certainly."

"Then Christine it is... and I'm Nellie to my friends," she smiled as if bestowing an indulgence. "Anyway, Christine... I always do a bit of an investigation when I hire a new teacher. Nothing nosey you understand, but I feel I should know something about your moral standing in the community."

The pretty blonde fidgeted anxiously, trying to appear calm and unconcerned. She took her wire-rimmed glasses off and adjusted the temple pieces just to have something to do with her hands. She remembered that night again, as she often did, even though it was three months ago. The memories were as clear and poignant as ever.

She couldn't have found out... nobody knew but me and Bill. He would never have talked about it! She couldn't possibly know... or could she?

* * *

It was the fourth night in a row that Bill hadn't bothered to come home. He was all right she knew. One of her helpful "friends" had telephoned to say she had seen him leaving a local all-night diner with some bosomy redhead. A dyed redhead too, she thought. Bill's taste in women when on these benders was hardly first-class. Usually, the sorrier they were, the harder he chased after them.

How many times had it been so far she wondered as she lay on the sofa watching some inane television comedy. She tried to count them, but they all ran together in her mind. There was that blonde in Chicago who called for him and cussed me out because she wouldn't believe I was really his wife. Then there was that girl from the truck-stop outside of town, the one who got him in a fight with her trucker boyfriend.

Christine laughed to herself as she remember the particular escapade - it was the only time she had ever seen Bill beaten in a fight, and boy, was he beaten!

And the secretary with the three kids. She couldn't forget that one. For sheer balls, he out-did himself. Wanted me to keep the kids while they went off to Chicago! He said he wanted to break her into the business, something about making her his new "administrative assistant"!

The short-haired blonde girl stopped remembering because it was getting too painful, just as it always did when she tried to figure where her three-year-old marriage had gone sour. She got up and poured herself a drink - another bad habit she was developing under his influence. She couldn't remember the last time she read a book just for fun. Or went out with some friends without seeing Bill make a play for the hostess. Or the last time she went to sleep really sober... without crying herself into oblivion first.

She loved him, she still did, despite his faults, but there was nothing left of their marriage, not even the trappings. When had they last made love? Three weeks... no, more like five! And she was no different from any other girl in her early twenties... she needed a man to make the going easier. But she didn't even have that last shred of married life to cling to... sex!

She sipped her drink slowly, enjoying the burning warmth of the liquor she used to hate. Christine was alone in the well-appointed living room - alone as she was nearly every night. She knew she v mid be lucky if Bill came home at all.

Lucky, hah! I'd be lucky if I never saw the two-timing rat again! she thought to herself.

Her drink was gone before she realized it and she helped herself to another "just to help me sleep" and pretty soon she was nearly soused.

She was one of those girls who never showed her inebriation, no matter how much she had had to drink. Her face was still angel-pretty, her eyes still clear, and her hair neat and combed, for that was just the kind of woman she was... a real good-looker. Though most of her friends secretly wondered how long she could keep that beauty with her husband driving her to the bottle.

The glow of her long-unquenched passion was stronger tonight than it had been for months. It was like a burning lump of coal pressed between her thighs. Her legs rubbed together sensuously in a futile effort to quell the raging heat that had lingered now for so many empty nights... long lonely nights without a man beside her, a man to fill her and make this hurt go away!

Oh damn him, he's probably somewhere getting laid right now, and I'm here burning up. Ooooohhhhh! I hate him, I hate him!

Her hands started to move down over her body as though they possessed minds of their own. Christine tried to stop herself... I won't! I won't do that again! It's not right, it's... sinful!

Her body had ideas of its own and within minutes, groping fingers had searchingly reached inside her panties and moved down through the moist softness of her vaginal slit. Her pubic fleece, light fluffy curls, brushed her fingers as she began to gently massage herself down there... her fingertips quivering as they worked hotly up and down the hair-rimmed crevice of her twat!

She was wearing just her panties, bra, and a thin, almost transparent robe. Soon she was flat on her back, her legs widely splayed and both her hands moving back and forth over the lust-heated labial flesh of her pussy.

Mmmmm, that's better... I shouldn't fight it! It's the only way without Bill to do his duty... I can't help it, it's the only way!

She stroked her cuntal softness tenderly, like one would stroke a prized cat, and her legs began to tremor with the rising agony of her wanton desires until...!

"Damn it, the front door! What incredible timing! Whoever it is ought to get a poke in the mouth!" she sputtered angrily as she got up and adjusted her gown.

She peered through the tiny window next to the door and switched on the porch light. There was a young man there, about seventeen or eighteen, but it was no one she recognized.

"Yes? Can I help you?" she asked curtly through the closed door.

"Collecting for the paper, Ma'am!" he shouted. "Three dollars and forty-five cents!"

"You're not the paper boy... where's little Al?" She remembered the chubby little kid who brought the paper every afternoon and he wasn't a day over twelve.

"He's sick... but I'm his older brother, Amos!" He had to yell to be heard inside, but Christine was unlatching the door now, satisfied that he wasn't a cat burglar or a sex-maniac. She secretly wondered if she could resist even a rapist in the state she was now in.

"Come on in... I'll get the money," she said, motioning him inside the doorway. She heard the door shut as she was returning with her purse, head down counting the change out to pay for his bill. "Here you are... I've just enough."

She looked up and saw him staring at her openly. Quickly she pulled the sides of her gown back together, as they had blown apart enough for him to see the rounded swell of her breasts.

"Is something the matter?" she inquired snippily, irritated by the loathesome smirk on his adolescent face.

"No, Ma'am... everything's just fine. But man, what a pair! I ain't ever seen anything like that!" he said impishly, like a kid who has just discovered a new dirty word to try out on his older sister.

"I beg your pardon... did you say what I thought you said?" Christine asked incredulously, wondering if perhaps her hearing was starting to go. "If you did, I might just call the newspaper office right now and turn you in! They don't allow that kind of smart-alecky behavior and..."

"Aw, C'mon, teach... give me a break," he whined mockingly.

"How did you know I was a teacher? You're not a student at Reynolds, are you?" She held the halves of her gown together with one hand and crossed her breasts with the other, as the nightgown was practically transparent in the right light.

"No, lady... but I've seen you around. I don't miss a lot, especially with good looking broads like yourself."

"The what? Now, listen you. I don't like that kind of talk! Now you just take your money and get out of here... and if Al can't collect his own money next month, we'll just have to quit taking the paper!"

His twisted grin turned up at the corners, and he licked his punkish lips in a lewd gesture of unmistakable invitation that Christine did not miss. "Lady... there's no need to get all uptight. I was just thinkin' maybe you and me could spend a little time together. You know?"

Christine gasped at the lewdness of his offer, but the biggest shock was yet to come... for she glanced down, and saw that he was luridly rubbing the bulge in his dirty blue jeans with the palm of his hand. There was a huge, throbbing ridge along the inside of his thigh, almost halfway to his knee!

"You're gettin' the message, lady... and I think I know what you're thinkin'. Yeah, it is big, ain't it... and I can keep it up as long as I want to. And when I cum, it's like a flash flood... buckets o' cum! And it's all yours honey, just for the takin'!"

Christine could not believe her ears... this had to be a bad dream. Or a joke. Yes, that's it! Bill, or one of his sadistic friends hired this kid to come here and do this! Or maybe he was an actor! Yes an actor!

But already Christine knew her rationalizations were inadequate... that look of adolescent lust in his eyes was no act. He was for real! And what was even worse... she was wondering whether she had the strength of character to resist him!

"M-my husband will be home any minute," she lied unconvincingly. "You'll have to... to l-leave right away before he gets here and throws you out!"

He grinned cockily. "He's not coming, lady... I heard some people down the street talking. They said he was shacked up with some broad at the Rainbow Inn... he's gettin' his, lady, so how's about you and me..."

"No! No! I won't... I won't!" she cried, shaking her head. But all she accomplished was the opening of her gown again... only this time his eager teenage hands reached inside before she could cover herself. His hands were nakedly fondling her breasts.

Oh God, help me... somebody help me! Give me strength! I don't think I can resist any longer... I'm going over the edge! Ooooohhhh! Bill, Oh Bill darling... please don't blame me! It's not my fault, it's not! If only you had...!

"Oh, stop moaning like a pig in heat. You know you want this as much as I do. I'm gonna' kiss your tits real nice. Then I'm gonna' drop those drawers and lick your pussy 'til you cum! You want it, don't you? You want me to lick and tongue your pussy, don't you? Answer me. You want my tongue between your hot cocksuckin' legs, don't you!"

"Oh, yess... yes. Damn it, yes!" she groaned shamefully. Her cheeks reddened in humiliation as the awful truth blurted from her lips. She was married, decent, and respectable, but it had been so long without a man, sooo long!

He unhooked her brassiere, reaching around her as they stood face to face. He was only a teenager but he was as tall as she was. When her bra slid down her trembling arms and he pulled the gown off of her, her breasts protruded excitingly full and proud, standing high and inviting. Jiggling and dancing in lurid passion, he began to kiss them fervently.

His tongue splayed deeply in the cleavage between them and then licked over the pink rigid buttons of her nipples.

"Aaawwww... yes, yes! Lick my tits, lick them with your tongue!" she whimpered, her skin crawling with goose-bumps as his tongue coursed wetly over her feminine nakedness.

Suddenly, he fell to his knees. She groaned a hissing mewl of absolute shame and naked lust as his hands gripped the elastic of her panties and dropped them lewdly to her knees.

Somehow, she felt more shame like this than if she were completely naked; this was somehow more degrading, standing here with him kneeling in front of her, her damp panties yanked away from her hairy muff.

His fingers moved through the fleecy curls of her pubic vee. She nearly fainted as she felt him spread the pliant pink folds of her pussy... and then he kissed her there! A fervent soul-kiss that brought a gasping cry to her trembling lips!

"Oooohhh, God... my pussy! M-my p-pussy! Lick it, oh, kiss it and lick it and make the burning go away... Oooo" He finished pulling her panties from her naked legs and she shamelessly splayed her thighs to give him unhindered access to the steaming heat of her slit.

"Ohhh, lick it... lick it with your tongue!"

He spread the pliant pussy-lips of her labia with his tongue and licked wetly along the deep warm fissure of her twat until his tonguetip brushed electrically over her clitoris like a hot wire. She quivered and spasmed with unspeakable passion and grabbed his youthful head, pressing his face into the steaming moist heat of her cuntal slit. Her thighs opened wider in carnal rapacity and she trapped him with the powerful inner flesh of her legs as he licked her cuntal lips again and again.

Suddenly, his lips fastened hungrily on the naked, nerve-filled pearl of her clitoris, rolling it like a kid's marble between his teeth.

"Aaaaghhhh! God help me, aaahhhh!!" she moaned incoherently, as the supersensitive bud of her clit throbbed with electric sensations that rippled through her naked young body... until the hapless married blonde was nothing but a whimpering, cock-hungry whore!

Bill... Bill!... why weren't you here? Why haven't you been here to take care of me, to love me? Why? She asked the question again and again, seeking some kind of answer to her shameless debauchery. She was a good wife, at least she had always been until this moment... never a hint of unfaithfulness, even with all of Bill's treachery. But now this... why, why, why?

* * *

There was no sound to warn her, or if there was, it was lost in the throbbing rhythm of unrequited lust that pounded in her shame-tortured mind. There was no sound of a car outside... no sound of footsteps on the walk... no sound of a key in the lock. But he was there nonetheless... her husband Bill, standing drunkenly in the doorway, his face a mask of disbelief and liquor-soaked rage. He opened his mouth to speak, but his lips were made of rubber and they could only manage a gasping croak...!

* * *

"Bill! I... I..." she cried out in horror as the full impact of his presence insinuated itself in her consciousness. The young man at her feet turned around slowly, hoping upon hope that it was all some terrible joke - that he'd find no one standing there. But instead... there was her husband, all six-feet-four of him!

"Don't talk, you cock-suckin' tramp! I don't want a word from you!" he bellowed drunkenly, weaving as he leaned against the doorway.

"Sir, I, uh... please, can I just go? I mean..." The cocky adolescent had lost all his street-corner bravado, as if it had been kicked out of him with the point of a broganed foot... which was just about what he fully expected at any second.

"Please, Bill, I can explain... I can..."

"Shut your filthy mouth, you stinkin' cunt!" he snarled, crossing the room with an uncertain ambling step and smashing his hand across her face with such force that the single punch knocked her upon her back on the floor.

"You... you want her, you take her! he shouted venomously down at the youngster, his fist balled in rage and his eyes flashing with murderous hatred.

"She's yours... fuck her! Fuck her right now or I'll kill you both!"

Still on his knees, his lips moist with Christine's vaginal wetness, the young man pleaded to be allowed to just leave. But Bill wanted his vengeance... and a bit more!

He walked to a roll-top desk and with trembling arm, took a small pearl-handled revolver from the drawer. Taking slow and unsteady steps, he walked over to where the youngster and Christine awaited his temper's rage. He aimed the gun at the pair and cocked the hammer in his sweating fist.

"Fuck her... fuck her double-timin' cheatin' ass! Now!"

"Bill, why, why? You were off shacked up with some woman, it's all over the neighborhood. What I did was wrong, but how can you..."

"Shut up! Shut your lying mouth!" he screamed obscenely, as if the jarring memory of his own adultery made his lust for revenge that much stronger. Did he blame himself? Was this a way of punishing himself? No one would ever know... no one but Bill Kelly!

"Hurry it up, boy... get that pecker of yours out and pop it to her! Right now, before I get an itchy finger and this .38 goes off!" The gun waved threateningly from one to the other as teenager unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor. He wasn't wearing anything beneath them, and his youthfully hard cock popped up on cue, long and thin with a Brillo-pad of wispy hairs just around the base.

"Lie down there on the floor, Chris... I wanna' see this, I wanna' see this good!"

Looking much younger now, like hardly more than a child, the teenage boy crawled between Christine's trembling legs.

"Open 'em up, baby! Don't be coy with your young man... get those legs open and put his cock in there! You wanted it... now, take it and let's see what you can do with it!" he screamed, nearly hysterical, the gun waving just inches from her face.

Fearfully quaking and nearly sick with shame, Christine reached down between her widely-splayed thighs and gripped the teenager's long hard cock. It shuddered in her grip and she thought to herself, remorsefully, how good it would have felt if Bill were not here... Damn it, I can't help it! I can't help the way I feel! I need a cock... and it's all Bill's fault!

She drew him between her legs and moaned shamefully as his stiff thin prick slipped between the long-starved lips of her twat. She couldn't help it, even if Bill was there watching with that gun in his hand... she needed it, God, how she needed it!

The young man looked down at her incredulously, unable to believe her shameless rapacity with her husband here watching. Like her, he was powerless to resist his own natural drives once they were set in motion. The nibbling heat of her fervent pussy-lips, the liquid grip of her cuntal softness... the sight of this naked married woman writhing under him, practically begging for his young hard cock! He did what his body compelled him to do... he fucked her! He had to!

He pushed his pipe-hard prick into her belly with frantic, urgent thrusts of youthful strength. Christine moaned with every thrust in spite of her attempts not to. It wasn't that she was so wanton, it was just that this act was the culmination of six long weeks without the touch of a man, six weeks of going to bed twitching with sexual frustration, six weeks of shamefully caressing herself until she could manage only a poor substitute of a climax with her own sinful fingers!

But even that hallowed reward, that long-sought moment of agonizing fulfillment... that was to be denied her as well. For the youngster was understandably shaken by Bill's gun-waving presence, and hardly had begun when she heard him cough and shudder... and then she felt his cock slip inexplicably from her passion-fueled cuntal grip.

"N-no! No!" she cried shamelessly, but it was too late. His sperm-bloated young balls exploded in a torrent of youthful intensity, like a high-pressure hose being emptied onto her quaking naked belly. Again and again he gushed his viscous hot cum in bullet-like spurts that splattered onto her belly and trickled down her hips until she was bathed in the seething liquid warmth of his ejaculation.

"Aaaaawww, noooo!" she whimpered mindlessly. "Nooooo!"

* * *

"Miss Kelly... are you all right? You look like you're about to faint?" The assistant principal was gushing over her when Christine finally returned to the present, momentarily free of the lingering nightmare of that night that had trailed her for three months... and almost a thousand miles.

"Oh, I'm sorry... it's nothing, really. I guess I'm a little tired from the flight. And the heat... it is a lot hotter here, than back home," Christine said thinly.

"Well, if you're certain that's all it is," said the assistant principal sternly, as if she were correcting an unruly student. "Let's go take a look at your apartment. I think you'll like it... the school board appropriated some extra money to have it repainted. That last girl... the one you're replacing... well, I don't like to talk, but she must have been raised with the pigs. Honestly, she never cleaned at all! And the dirt and grease the workmen cleaned out of there... well, like I said, I'm not one to talk."

Christine smiled indulgently as they walked out of the small office of the old frame schoolhouse. I'll just bet you don't talk... You've probably told everyone in town about my divorce!

She wondered whether Bill had told anyone, anyone back home who might have spilled the beans if and when Miss Jones did her nosing around. No, he wouldn't... it would be too big a blow to his colossal ego! Just having everyone in town know we were getting a divorce was bad enough on him. What did they call it, the lawyers... Oh yeah, irreconcilable differences! Hah!

But the kid, that was a different story. He wouldn't have told anyone that mattered. He was from another part of town and that was an awfully big city. Besides, he was probably too scared to even open his mouth!

They crossed the plaza in the middle of town, an oak-shaded idyllic square with an antiquated bandshell and a fountain that still said "white" on one side though the other sign had been removed. It was an obvious reminder that she was out of her element... she was a northern girl, a product of the big cities, and here she was about to begin teaching the second term in a town as different from anything she had known, as day from night.

"There's the building," the assistant principal said, and indicated with a limp wave of her arm. "Your apartment is in the back, away from the street noise. There's even a bit of a view... you can see the mountains on a clear day when there's no smoke from the pulp mills."

Yippee, she wanted to say, but she smiled demurely instead. Christine knew she was in no bargaining position... finding a teaching job in the second half of the year was next to impossible, especially when you were fresh out of ; potentially-messy divorce proceeding Technically, of course, she was still Mrs. William R. Kelly, but there was no hope of that ever coming to pass again. Not that she would have wanted it... her days of loving Bill had really ended long before that night three months ago.

The apartment was tiny, but comfortably furnished in Sears and Roebuck simplicity. She disliked it immediately.

"Well, what do you think?" Nellie Jones asked crisply, as if defying her to say anything remotely negative.

"It's nice... very nice," Christine lied. It was an awful come-down after her big suburban ranch house, but it was a home... a new beginning, away from the painful reminders that would have plagued her forever had she stayed in her home town.

"I'm glad you like it... I did the decorating myself," she said proudly.

Whew, that was a close one, breathed Christine, grateful for once that .she had kept her mouth discreetly shut.

"There's a bit of food in the refrigerator. You know, just some sandwich makings and such... and some coffee in the cupboard. I bought a few things, since I knew you would not be able to go to the supermarket the first day in town. We do have a wonderful supermarket, Miss Kelly, as nice as any of those fancy big-city places."

"I'm sure it's very nice... and thanks for the food. I would have had to make that trip today. Actually, I was sort of planning to eat out tonight. Is there someplace nice close by?"

The fortyish woman frowned disapprovingly. "Alone? You were planning to eat out alone?"

"Well, I had sort of intended it that way. I mean, it's not like I planned to paint the town red. I only wanted a decent meal. Is that sort of thing not done around here?"

"Of course, Miss Kelly, this isn't the Ozarks, you know. But the only respectable places are out by the interstate highway. There's a wonderful Howard Johnson's... and the Candlelight Room at the Holiday Inn has the best fried chicken you can buy in a restaurant. Not quite like homemade, you understand... but say, why don't you come over to my house for dinner. We can talk some more and get better acquainted," she offered, touching the attractive blonde on the upper arm ever-so-lightly.

"Uh, thanks but..."

"I won't take no for an answer." The tone of her voice indicated she really meant it.

"Okay... what time," Christine queried.

"Well, it's nearly four now... how about five-thirty?"

Christine started to laugh, but she remembered how early people ate in small towns, especially in the rural South. She would just have to get used to it. After all, this was to be her home now.

"Fine... I'll see you then. What's the address?"

Nellie wrote down the address, and drew a tiny, wavy-lined map to accompany it, as if Christine could get lost in a town with one stoplight... smack in the middle of town.

When she was gone, Christine kicked off her shoes and literally threw herself on the bed in her tiny bedroom. Her suitcases were neatly arranged against the wall, delivered by the school custodian at Miss Jones' insistence, though she would have preferred to bring them herself.

Christine stared at her shaking hand and glanced again at the suitcases... God, I'll have to if I'm to make it through that dinner tonight! I know it's wrong and this'll have to be the last time, but, God, what would I have done without it! It's been over four months now... three months since that awful night, and six weeks before that! Nearly five months without a man!

She fumbled through the suitcase in search of the tightly-wrapped plastic bag that contained it; she had nearly carried it on in her handbag, but luckily she remembered that handbags were routinely searched by security guards. What a humiliation that would have been!

Carrying it reverently like it was a holy relic, she stretched out again on the bed and unwrapped the package. She put the plastic bag aside to use again and held the unveiled device against her belly... it was a huge battery-operated vibrator!

She spread her legs and pulled her pantyhose and panties down past her knees; now she could splay her thighs enough to gain access to the needy fissure of her man-starved pussy. She had done this often enough now, and though every time she swore it would be the last, she was hooked... as surely as a junkie on heroin!

Glazed emptiness filled her eyes, her breasts rose and fell in great sobbing gasps as again she closed her eyes and thought the same wicked thoughts... the fantasies she had dwelled upon now for three months. She hated herself for letting such thoughts enter her mind and she was sickeningly ashamed every time... but each time, it was the same... the wanton remembrance of that naked teenager and his young hard cock! She switched on the vibrator and drew it tenderly through the moist steaming slit of her pussy; a long, low moan of naked surrender gurgled from her lips as the vibrator did its work.

It buzzed arousingly over the throbbing pearl of her clitoris and Christine shivered and shook like she was coming down with a hot-blooded tropical fever! She tried to shut out those nagging thoughts, but like every other time, they forced their way into her brain, just as that impetuous young boy had forced his way between her legs! She couldn't get him out of her mind... his lean young body, the sparse clump of hair at the base of his long hard boy's cock...!

God, oh God, what's happening to me! I'm becoming some kind of a pervert! A boy-hungry slut! What is it! What is it!

But before she could answer herself or make some thin excuse, the vibrator began to push her higher and higher... a few more seconds and her back was arched off the bed, her lips trembling and a whining mewl of self-abuse rippling from her throat.

Suddenly, she shuddered and spasmed as if a live wire had been shoved between her legs!

"Aaaaahhhh! Yesss!" And Christine Kelly knew she would manage for yet another day. Another day without a man.


CHAPTER TWO

Christine felt incredibly foolish as she drove across the small town for dinner at Miss Jones' house; it was still bright daylight and seemed more like lunch time than dinner. But she knew she had a lot of adjusting to do - this wasn't the big-time, it was a one-horse burg that wouldn't have made a decent sized suburb in some cities.

People stared openly at her as she drove past and she found herself wondering whether they were staring at her because she was a stranger or because she was the new teacher that they were trying to size up? And these older kids, she wondered, are they my students? Some of them looked pretty hostile, more like the inner-city kids back home, the ghetto troublemakers. But then Christine realized that in a way, these were ghetto kids as well... trapped just as surely as the blacks and Puerto Ricans in the slums. Only here, the slums were prettier and could pass for respectable neighborhoods back in the city.

Christine spotted the house from Nellie's description and parked right in front, shivering as the last of her morbid thoughts passed from her mind... Mustn't get depressed, that's what the doctor told me. I can't let things get me down again or I'll be a bundle of nerves. Nope, I've got to be sharp and witty for Miss Jones, for I know that whatever she observes will be common knowledge among the other staff members by tomorrow.

The assistant principal greeted her from the doorway, her hands clasped properly. "I'm so glad you could make it, Christine... we have so much to talk about. And so much in common!" she said anxiously.

Christine inhaled sharply, then looked away to regain her composure... God, she must have finished a bottle of whisky! All the mouthwash in the world couldn't cover that scent!

The pretty young divorcee followed the matronly assistant principal into the living room; it was a larger, slightly more expensive copy of her own.

A simple, but adequate, dinner was already on the table. The places immaculately set. Christine was beginning to wonder if she could have been mistaken about the smell of whiskey on her breath. Perhaps it was just some medication she was taking, she thought reassuringly, or maybe she just had one tiny drink and it only seemed a strong scent.

"Shall we go ahead and eat?" Nellie asked with a smile.

"Certainly... whatever you like," Christine answered, seating herself opposite her new boss at the tiny cloth-covered dining table.

"Would you care for some wine before your meal? Or maybe a cocktail?" the assistant principal inquired discreetly. "People around here don't go in much for fancy drinking. The men just drink it out of a bottle and the women, if they drink at all, sip a little now and then out of the cooking wine. But a drink before dining is a civilized habit... one I picked up in Spain and have never been able to shake.

"In Spain! You lived in Spain? Why, I had no idea! Bill... that is, my ex-husband and I stayed there for nearly six months right after college."

"Isn't that fantastic? Why, you're probably the only other person in town who's been to Spain! When were you there?"

* * *

When they had finished the light dinner, the assistant principal suggested they move to the living room to talk. "I'll get the dishes later. There's nothing worse than facing a sink full of dirty plates and pots so soon after eating, don't you think?"

Christine settled at one end of the print-upholstered sofa. She felt somewhat comfortable.

"Now... I suppose I should bring this right out in the open, Miss Kelly," she began, still insisting on the unmarried form of address that Christine knew she must get used to now. "I'm afraid I had to do a pretty deep investigation before I could approve your application. As you know, we were pretty desperate, what with a teacher leaving in mid-term and all. And our salaries are a lot less than those you might get in the cities. But we can't be too careful... not when you're dealing with our most precious possessions - our children."

"Yes, Nellie... I agree," Christine nodded. Darn it, what are you getting at, you ol' fart! Get to the point!

"Well..." She glanced toward the kitchen and a closed cupboard. "... uh, would you like a little after-dinner drink? I have some fine imported Scotch."

Christine thought for a moment and hoped she was making the right move. Was this a test of some kind? Or was Nellie Jones, as Christine suspected, hoping for an excuse for another drink?

"Yes... just a little one, please. With ice and water, if you don't mind?"

"Not at all... that's just the way I drink mine... when I have company," the spinsterly schoolteacher explained with a thickening voice.

She returned with the strongly mixed drinks and seated herself cautiously on the soft - right beside Christine!

The petite blonde smiled nervously as the older woman settled in close by her thigh and she took her drink with trembling fingers. "Thank you," she said.

"Christine. What I have to say isn't going to be easy. You see, I think I uncovered quite a can of worms when I started checking on you. There was a quite nasty rumor that came up, not once but twice."

Christine fidgeted and sipped at her drink. "Oh?"

"Yes, about your divorce... or really, about the cause of it. There was a persistent rumor that you had some kind of, sex affair with a young man in the city. I have to ask you, Christine... what was the real story?"

The pretty young blonde divorcee turned to face her accuser, her face reddened with humiliation and fear... humiliation that this woman knew the awful thing she had done. And fear that she would lose this job now, before she even began, and be forced to wander on to some new town, maybe thousands of miles away, where her secret would be safe.

"If it is true, part of it, I mean... what happens about my job?" Christine inquired timidly. She held her drink with both hands to stop the fearful trembling of her fingers.

"Well, that remains to be seen. I'm not a hard woman, Christine..." She put her hand lightly on the blonde's upper leg, resting it on her thigh at the edge of her skirt hem. "Suppose you tell me the whole story... all of it... and don't leave out a single thing that happened. If you're honest with me, Christine, I see no reason why your secret can't be reburied right here in the room. Now... let's hear what happened. And remember... I know quite a bit and I won't be disposed to help you unless you make a clean breast of the whole sordid mess, okay?"

Christine shuddered... Was it her imagination or did Nellie's fingers tighten ever so slightly on her leg at the mention of the word breast? God, what had she gotten herself into now!

"Well... what you heard is probably true, as far as it goes. You see, I didn't have an affair with anyone... it was just one of those things that happens."

Nellie leaned closer and her hand moved less than an inch up the young blonde's leg. "Oh, you poor dear... I know what you must have gone through. It can be so, uh, frustrating, can't it?" She breathed heavily, her large full breasts rising and falling with the undeniable evidence of her anxiety.

"And... and, well, this young man was just there at the right time. Or the wrong time, I guess. He was very insistent and he kind of forced his attentions on me... Only I suppose I wasn't really strong enough to resist him. You see... well, Nellie, it had been weeks and weeks since... since Bill had..." Suddenly, the older woman's hand reached under Christine's skirt and forced its way between her thighs, though she instinctively clamped them shut in a gesture of self-defense.

"Nellie, I..." she started to protest. Whatever she was, she wasn't a lesbian!

"Shhhh... just go on with your unfortunate tale," Nellie whispered, breathing furtively now. "Don't worry about a thing, Christine. Just tell me what it was like... word by word!"

Christine started to lunge out of the woman's grip before it was too late, to bolt from the room and run... but run to where? She had no husband any more. Her parents had been dead for years. She hardly had enough money for a few nights in a motel. No, there was no place for the pretty young divorcee to run... she was helpless and alone. Alone... except for Nellie!

She gulped down her revulsion and went on with her story, determined that she would keep this job no matter what the cost... even this! She had run far enough now and there was so little between her and a chance to resume her chosen career... she had to overcome this last hurdle, no matter how distasteful it might be!

"What was he like, Christine?" Nellie gushed excitedly, her hand pushing insistently between the young blonde's bare thighs. Christine finally relented - and when she did, Nellie's gentle fingers searched anxiously between her quivering legs until they reached the sheerness of her panties. One deft wiggle and her middle finger was beneath the crotchband and less than an inch from the fleshy hair-rimmed lips of her twat!

"Tell me, Christine... close your eyes and tell me... Did he undress you? Did he kiss your breasts... Did he kiss you... here?" she squirmed a single finger into the warm moist folds of her pussy and Christine squirmed in spite of herself. She closed her eyes, not because Nellie told her to, but to hide her own revolting shame and humiliation... and she found some measure of solace in the sanctity of her self-imposed darkness. It was less shameful somehow, as if it were all happening to another woman, and even the poignant memories of that fateful night seemed less painful this way...!

"Y-yes... yesss! He did... he kissed me and licked me there!" Christine blurted shamelessly, her thighs nakedly splayed as the other woman edged them apart.

Nellie pushed the young blonde woman's legs open with the backs of her hands and tugged at her panties in a quick, furtive movement that was so fast Christine could not have protested if she had dared. But to her everlasting shame... she lifted her behind from the sofa as Nellie pulled her panties down! She helped the older woman gain access to her naked crotch!

"Here, Christine," Nellie gasped hoarsely as her head moved between the younger woman's thighs. She swung off the sofa and dropped to her knees between Christine's legs, finishing the task of removing her panties. To Christine, the lowering of her crisp white panties was like a flag of unconditional surrender... the surrender of her decency to Nellie's advances!

"Here, Christine... did he kiss you here? Like this?" The woman hissed as she pushed her head between the hapless blonde's quaking thighs. Christine moaned despairingly as Nellie's tongue snaked out and probed the pink moist folds of her cunt.

"Aaaaaww, yes, yess!" she gasped as Nellie tongued her cuntal lips and laved deeply between them from the puckered grip of her anus to the throbbing pearllike bud of her clitoris!

Nellie reached under the young woman's thighs and lifted them up and back, opening up the whole naked expanse of her hair-lined slit to her hotly laving tongue and soul-kissing lips. It was a deft and practiced move and Christine knew that this was all planned, from the very moment her application was received in Nellie Jones' office. Nellie was a lesbian and she had trapped her into this, knowing how vulnerable she would be with that blemish on her record! It was a trap... and Christine was helplessly caught!

The older woman's tongue seemed a foot long and filled with heated oil as it swirled between her cuntal folds and laved nakedly along the hair-rimmed fissure of her pussy. Nellie was adept at her pleasure-giving skills and Christine discovered that she was starting to work down against the older woman's eagerly-licking lips and tongue. She began to moan as the short-haired brunette encircled the throbbing bud of her clitoris with her lips and teased it mercilessly with her tongue.

Nellie said nothing else, but went about her delicious work with a frenzied determination, hotly licking and kissing the young divorcee's twat until Christine was wild with cunnilingual passion!

"Unnnggh... yes, yess!" she blurted suddenly, her thighs tightening around the older woman's head and her fingers racing through her close-cut hair as she licked and kissed her pussy in wild, unrelenting girl-lust!

"Aaaaghhhh! I'm... I'm going to... I'm cummiiinngggg!!" Christine choked, her lithe young body writhing and squirming on the sofa as she neared the shuddering, screaming precipice of her orgasm.

Nellie lifted her head, her tongue swiping around her lips as if she feared a single droplet of Christine's sweet-tasting nectar might dribble from her mouth and be lost.

Nellie's eyes were glazed, as if she had been drinking for days on end. Her voice, when it finally came, was thick and tremorous with emotion. "Your secret is safe with me, Christine... I hope your stay here will be a long one!"

Christine looked down at her, unable now to let their eyes meet for fear she would burst into tears of sickening revulsion... Oh God, where will this nightmare end? Will I ever see another moment of normal sex or am I doomed to this endless torture of shame and humiliation? God, God help me!


CHAPTER THREE

Christine sat at her desk and watched her students file in. She tried to look officious and sure of herself, though she was growing more and more uncomfortable. She managed to steal glances at the boys who had seated themselves across the back row... God, are they in the tenth grade? Some of them look like they could he college sophomores!

"Good morning, class," she began as the second bell was ringing outside in the dimly lit corridor. "I'm Miss Kelly." She had decided to give in to Nellie Jones's stiff-lipped suggestion and use the Miss instead of Mrs.; maybe the old dyke was right - it might mean less difficulty. "I'll be taking Mrs. Foster's place for the remainder of the term. Before I begin the lesson for today, are there any questions?"

A tall, broad-shouldered boy stood up and Christine's heart jumped into her throat. For a moment as she thought it was the boy from that night, Amos!

He grinned broadly and most of his friends covered their mouths in sniggering accompaniment; Christine readied herself for the worst.

"Miss Kelly, I..."

"Please introduce yourself. I don't like assigned seating, so I'll have to learn your names," Christine explained.

"Yes, Ma'am," he said. Half the class laughed openly, as if at some private joke. "The name's Elliott... but my friends just call me Danny." He was long-haired like most of the boys, and wore the uniform of the day... blue jeans with patches on the patches and a work shirt that looked like it might have been snatched from a prison yard.

"Yes, Danny? Did you have a question?" Christine was standing, leaning slightly against her big old-fashioned wood desk as if she sought to drain some of its massive strength into her nervous young body.

"No, Miss Kelly... I just wanted to say, you sure are an improvement over ol' Lady Foster!" He sat back in his seat to the accompaniment of thirty-four laughing adolescent voices, but the expected retort from the new teacher never materialized.

Christine merely nodded. "Thank you, Danny... any other comments?"

The class seemed firmly under control now that the unquestioned leader had had his say and nothing had come of it. The nervous titters died quickly away and Christine began her lesson plan without further interruption. Maybe it's going to be all right, she said to herself over and over again. Maybe this once I'm going to get the long end of the stick!

The first day became the second, arid the first week turned, into a full month, almost without incident. Nellie Jones had extended an invitation to come for dinner - and Christine knew what else - and she had managed to hold her at bay for nearly two weeks, complaining of a heavy work load and other alluded unmentionable problems that seemed to satisfy the older woman, though Christine knew that was only a stop-gap answer at best.

The students had gradually lost that surly, boisterous edge that comes with a new class assignment, especially at this rowdy teenage age, and even Danny was becoming less of a discipline problem. But still, hardly a week passed without Danny or one of his constant companions being kept after school. Today would make the second time this week, and Christine was surprised at the unexpected rowdy behavior that had netted the young teenager this extra hour of school. He had seemed so much better, almost well-behaved of late... until today!

* * *

"Here I am, Miss Kelly... like you said," he sneered in a surly tone as he stood in the doorway. Christine jumped at the look of cock-sure pride in the young man's eyes... the same look Christine remembered so painfully from the night that ended her marriage. As he closed the door behind him, he locked it with the tumbler latch and walked toward the desk where his teacher sat... Oh my God, it's history repeating itself she thought anxiously. But I can't make that awful mistake again, I won't... I won't!

"W-what is it, Danny? And why did you lock the door?" Christine fidgeted as the hulking adolescent, who outweighed her by a good seventy pounds, came closer, that same mocking grin on his lips.

"I just didn't want anyone to bother us, Miss Kelly... Or is it still Mrs. Kelly?" he smirked at her, leaning over her desk.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about! Now you'll have to behave yourself or I'll call the principal, Danny! I can overlook this if you'll just sit at your desk and not say another word!" Christine demanded, her voice cracking with the fear she sought so desperately to conceal.

"Oh, I'm not going to misbehave, Miss Kelly... I just wanted you to hear the little story I heard. It seems we have something in common... I've got a good friend in your old hometown. And he's got a friend in high school there named Amos... does that ring any bells? A big football jock... with a big cock on him?" His eyes glimmered with vengeful lust and Christine discovered she was trembling... just as she had that night when Amos caught her in a weak moment and destroyed what was left of her crumbling marriage.

"All right, Danny... now that you know, what do you plan to do with that dirty rumor?" She asked nervously. Their roles had suddenly reversed... Danny was the teacher, the one with the power and she waited helplessly at his feet for instructions.

"Rumor? Hell, this ain't no rumor. I heard it from the horse's mouth, Ma'am. After my buddy told me, I got in touch with Amos myself. He wasn't any too eager to talk about it, but I managed to loosen him up... Man, what a story! It sounds like a scene out of a porno movie! But this is better... 'cause you're right here and I can look at 'ya and imagine what..."

"Stop it! Stop it, Danny! I might be in a difficult position, but I don't have to listen to this kind of abuse! Now what is it you want? Why are you telling me all this? And who else have you told?"

"Nobody, Teach... nobody at all... yet. And I won't be telling 'em if you play it right. It's real easy... you just do what I tell you and your big dirty secret is safe. How about it?" His lips trembled with the rising wantonness of his intended act and Christine fast comprehended what Danny's price would involve, though now she was nearly convinced that she would do anything to keep her secret safe.

The tall youth, muscles from wrestling and weight-lifting, grinned broadly as he reached down to his zipper. He cast one last look at the locked door - the windows to the outside were frosted so no one could see in - and unzipped his trousers.

"Nooo!" Christine moaned, but she knew it was too late... a second later and his prick was nakedly exposed, dangling from his open fly like a half-limp club.

"All you gotta' do is give me some head, Teach... just some good head and your secret's as good as forgotten. Here it is... just come and get it. I hear you like young cock, well, mine's a nice one... or so the girls tell me. C'mon... let's have it!"

Christine looked at the door... this was her last chance to run from this room. She could spill the whole lurid story and Danny would get the punishment he deserved, probably including a stint with the jailer downtown. But her whole sordid past would be aired like so much soiled underwear... she couldn't face that again! The shame and the humiliation, the scandal... No, no, even this was not as awful! This wanton act was for the moment, but her shame would last and last if her secret were known. She had to make this desperate gamble, there was no other way!

"A-all right... I'll do it, Danny, because I have to. You do understand that, don't you? You have to know that I'm only doing this because you have me over a barrel. But I want your solemn promise that nothing will leave this room... I will not be coerced twice, Danny. The second time, I go straight to the school administration." Christine managed to reinforce her words with a fast-crumbling air of authority and she felt reasonably sure that the teenager believed her, though she doubted her own threat herself.

"Sure, Ma'am... just this one treat and the whole mess is forgotten. You can trust me! Besides, none of the guys would believe this anyway!" he gloated, fondling his now erect cock proudly.

"Sit here on the desk," she said shamefully, her stomach knotted in humiliation and revulsion. He climbed onto the edge of her desk, brushing aside her papers and grade book, and dropped his pants and undershorts to his ankles; he kicked off his tennis shoes and they tumbled to the floor. He spread his legs luridly as wide as they would go as Christine ashamedly sank to her knees; his cock was long and thin and shrouded at the base with a thicket of boyishly-curly pubic hair and his balls seemed bloated absurdly out of proportion, perhaps in naked expectation of the wildly erotic moment... the student was going to get his dick sucked by the pretty schoolteacher! It was a schoolboy's wildest nocturnal fantasy, but this time it was for real!

Her stomach churning with an unspeakable shame, Christine took the long youthful cock in her fingers. She opened her lips as her face neared his churlish loins. He reeked of sweat-soaked gym socks, like the boys' locker room always smelled as she passed it on her way to the teachers' lounge, but she managed to take him inside her mouth without retching. She closed her lips around the vein-streaked length of his teenage prick and sucked on it tentatively, gently... it stiffened in her mouth like it was alive and she jumped from the unexpected jerking.

"Don't be afraid of it, Ma'am," he taunted down at her. "Let's see some real nice suckin' or I might change my mind... and look up at me while you do it. I want'a see a smile on your face when my dick shoots down your throat, Teach!"

He pushed forward with his crotch and sank another inch of the turgid lust-stiffened erection between her quaking, ovaled lips. He shuddered as he felt the underside of his cock slide over the rough edges of her crisp white bottom teeth.

"Move that tongue around, baby!" he grunted, more sure of himself now that the teacher had humiliated herself with this wanton act, his lips curled in a perpetual sneer of cocky adolescent sadism!

* * *

Oh, Man, her lips are like honey around my dick! It's even better than I imagined! Hell, I've had some good blow jobs, and that little sophomore girl with the big tits - Lucille - shit, she can suck cock all night and never get enough, but this is better... this is real quality head, out'a sight cock suckin'! All those stories about her were probably just the beginning if the truth was really known, I'll bet she's a real nympho! And she ain't that much older than me, Hell, I'm nineteen and she ain't a day over twenty three! Mmmm, Teach, honey, do it again like that with your tongue... Mmmm, can slurp a mean dick!

With his hands cupping her head securely, he held her and began to face-fuck her with long, lascivious thrusts that brought raspy moans of pleasure to the teenager's lips. Christine moved her tongue skillfully, just as he had told her, and she could taste the first sweet-pungent secretion of his semen as his youthful passion boiled hotly in his lust-bloated scrotum.

"Yeah, Teach... you're really gettin' the hang of it!" he laughed mockingly. She gagged as he delivered an especially brutal thrust that bounced off the back of her velvety throat passage. His face-fucking movements grew more frantic now, his good-sized cock throbbing with salacious arousal as her moist lip.' stretched around it and her cheeks bulged as she struggled to accommodate his growing hugeness. His coarse, adolescent pubic curls tickled her nose and once she nearly sneezed.

"I want'a see some real action, Teach... let's see you in high gear. Just like you used to suck the paperboy back home!"

Christine gagged and choked, more from shame and humiliation than anything else, but through it all, as the young man's deep-thrusting cock bored relentlessly between her ovaled lips, she discovered a simple, wanton act that promised her relief from his choking assault on her throat... she managed to relax her throat muscles and let his cock slither hugely down it!

It was an accident the first time she had merely swallowed her warm sloshing saliva just as he prodded especially cruelly down her throat. To her amazement... his cock slipped right down into the velvety fist-grip of her gullet!

Christine knew what was coming... it could only be second away now as the teenager grunted and gasped in such frenzied jerking excitement that the pretty young teacher knew he could only be seconds away from his spurting, gushing orgasm... an orgasm that would slosh right down her quaking throat!

Danny looked down at her and an idea flashed in his lust-stirred adolescent mind. "Hey... Let's see some flesh, baby! Take your blouse off and let me see your titties wiggling while you suck my dick!"

Christine looked up at him in silent beseechment, but the glazed mist of wanton lust that clouded his eyes told her any such plea was futile... she opened her blouse to the waist and flushed as her breasts danced around inside her brassiere.

"The bra... take it off, Teach!" he hissed down at her as she knelt between his naked sinewy thighs. "I want'a see those titties, just like the guys you used to fuck and suck!"

Christine sickened, her mind crying out to explain that horrible night. How could he think she was like that? How could be believe she made a practice of seducing young boys? But then... she realized to her horror that this act was just one step further in that direction. Was she becoming some kind of sex-freak? Had this young man discovered a fatal weakness in her morality??

As she unhooked her bra and let it fall free of her breasts, she heard him gasp in admiration as her firm resilient breasts spilled free of their restraining cups; her nipples were shamelessly erect, hardened by the sheer wantonness of the act she was performing. Danny began to face-fuck her with growing abandon, every backward grind of his hips pulling his long thin prick from her throat until just the purplish, mushroom shaped head remained between her moist lips. He looked down at his cock there between her lips, enjoying the lurid excitement of seeing this woman hungrily licking and nibbling at his young hard prick. Then, with a grunt of naked lust, he would ram it between her lips and against the back of her throat with a gagging thrust that brought a sighing whimper of pleasure to the young teenager's lips as he felt his cock slip wetly into the velvety grip of her throat.

There was a little pain at first, as she began to chokingly swallow his cock-head to keep from gagging, just the briefest moment of sharp exquisite agony as the end of his long pipe-rigid prick bent to slither hotly down her gullet. But now, the pain was gone, and left was the incredibly arousing sensation of a hundred tiny fingers massaging the whole naked, sperm-moistened length of his cock as she gulped and swallowed again and again.

* * *

Was it only her shame that glowed so warmly there in the pit of her belly? Christine asked herself timidly. Or was it something else, something far more degrading and humiliating that her mere shame at committing this vile act with one of her students.

This was worse than shame, for it was the opposite, a numbing sensation that tightened in her loins and radiated hotly throughout her slender young body until it seemed to concentrate excitingly in the tips of her jiggling breasts... it was the undeniable glowing heat of her own arousal! She was beginning to get turned-on to this forbidden act... she wanted his young hard cock and she could not hide it from herself a moment longer! She wanted his cock and she wanted his gushing creamy cum down her throat... She wanted to suck him and lick him there between his slender muscled legs until he emptied his lust-bloated balls right into her belly.

* * *

Danny felt the volcano-like eruption of his long aching cock begin deep in the passion-distended orbs of his balls; it churned and seethed there like boiling cream until just the right moment... his head went back and an involuntary cry of naked release gasped from his lips. His hands tightened over her ears and he held her painfully tight there between his legs as the river of seething viscous sperm rushed up from his testicles, along the long hard length of his penis... he slowed his face-fucking thrusts to an exquisitely sensuous rhythm of deep, throat-skewering movements that milked out the onrushing flood of his youthfully-potent eruption.

Christine felt his cock throb between her lips and her stomach tightened as her tongue sensed the rushing gush of sperm racing along the length of his prick even before it began to spurt... and then, with a gasping moan, the teenager started to empty his balls down his teacher's quacking throat.

A long dreadful moment passed... Christine's mind seemed to twist and careen in dizzy incomprehension, until the shameful awareness of her own arousal burst into her thoughts like the report of a .44 magnum! She had to have his cum... she wanted to taste his young, virile ejaculation as it ricocheted bulletlike down her ravaged throat passage!

Christine gulped and swallowed the viscous flood in great heaving mouthfuls, her arms around his naked hips and her tongue swirling hotly around the quivering shaft of his prick as it flailed like a runaway firehose, emptying its potent load right down her gulping throat in rivulets that drained from her cheeks and trickled obscenely from the corners of her mouth. She gulped and swallowed again and again, wheezing for air through her distended nostrils.

He seemed to go on for hours, days, an eternity! Gushing streams of white-hot young sperm that quenched, for the briefest moment, the hot flames of passion that his young virile cock had stirred in her shameless loins.

When he was finished, he let his cock slither wetly from her lips, down over her chin, staining the skin of her neck and chest with the leavings of his forbidden desires.

He looked down at his rubbery prick, deflated now and still tingling from the ravenous cock-sucking his teacher had given him. He knew the stories had to be true... she went way beyond what she had to, especially there near the end. Shit, she's a real cock-sucker, all right... man, she loves it! I'll bet she's wetting her pants right now for another taste!

"You left some, Teach," he sneered. "Lick it off."

Christine did not even look up, but merely extended her tongue until she rubbed against the purplish, still-shuddering head of his young dick. She laved the last remnants of his requited passion from the tip, as if she were somehow destroying the evidence that could damn her and destroy what life she might hope for here.

"You... you won't forget your promise, Danny," she gasped, her voice cracked with shame and emotion. "I gave you what you wanted... now, it's up to you to keep your promise."

"Sure, Ma'm," he said pertly as if nothing had happened. "I'll keep it... you can count on me. But just in case... how about an instant replay sometime, if I feel the urge?"

The young teacher looked up at the husky, well-muscled youth towering over her as she still knelt between his legs; her mouth dropped open and she started to protest, but an overwhelming fatigue swept over her... the futile surrender she knew was inevitable. She nodded her head shamefully.

"A-all right, Danny... whatever you say. Just keep your word, that's all I ask."


CHAPTER FOUR

The Pinball Palace had weathered the good intentions of two police chiefs and countless town councilmen, but still it remained open, the town's principal afterschool hangout for kids whose families lacked the finances to assure them leisurely afternoons out at the Rock Creek Country Club. These were the daughters and sons of the working class, the blue-collar and no-collar workers, the ones for whom college was an improbability and the future offered nothing more promising than a steady job and a house mortgage if they were lucky - or a stiff term out at the County Farm if they weren't.

There was a row of antiquated pinball machines along one side of the long narrow storefront that opened to the street. In winter, the owner, Pop Davis, plugged in a pair of infrared heaters that hung from the ceiling and offered a semblance of shelter from the blustery winds and rain outside. But this time of year, the Palace opened right onto the street, and Danny Elliott and his pals could play at the billiards table right up front and ogle the passing girls between turns. It was no secret that the fancy-dressed high school girls from the right side of town liked to get in Daddy's shiny new car and drive by the Palace just so the rougher guys like Danny and his pals would whistle and leer at them. It was a kind of game they played, and even though the girls might flirt and the guys might catcall a few outspoken suggestions, it was understood that the two sides of the railroad tracks just never mingled. The only exceptions were the guys who excelled at sports - they were accepted anywhere. And the girls from Flattown, as this side was called, could aspire to anything short of marriage - romance was all right, but the Rock Creek set married their own kind.

Danny dropped another quarter in the rattling, wheezing old machine and gave it a slap with his palm that would have lit up the tilt sign had they not fiddled with the wires long ago. His pals were playing pool, eight ball, at the front table, but the excitement wasn't there for him tonight. Danny had other things on his mind... one twenty-five year old blonde with beautiful tits and a knack for sucking cock, that's what!

It was eating at him like a tapeworm, knowing and remembering, and not being able to talk about it. Man, what his buddies would say if they only knew!

Danny thought more than once of telling them the whole story, but he knew what that would mean... if it leaked back to anyone with the school administration, Miss Kelly would be canned, sent on her way in disgrace. But more important... he'd never get another shot at her. She would be lost to him and to the rest of the guys here in town, and she was too nice to lose!

"Hey, Danny, how about a game?" It was Jerry, another senior who should have graduated two years ago. He was tall and gangly, a basketball player at the high school until his eligibility ran out. Now he was just trying to hang on until he could manage to graduate and hope for some kind of job like the rest of t! em.

"Naw, I don't feel up to it."

"Bored? It is kinda' slow around tonight," Jerry admitted.

"Yeah, that's it... I'm just fuckin' bored."

Jerry leaned closer. "How about let's getting Pete and go out to Kate's?"

Danny started to push his friend away with a groan of disgust, but he thought twice about it and decided a little fun with the pig Kate might not be such a bad idea. At least it would get his mind off Christine Kelly and those beautiful bouncing boobies of hers!

"All right, let's go. You got any booze?" Danny asked, letting his last pinball roll aimlessly back to the chute.

"About half a fifth of bourbon... cheap shit, but it tastes all right," Jerry said.

Danny dropped his last quarter in the machine and waved to one of the preteeners who were always hanging around with the older kids. "Here, kid... take a turn. Jerry, let's get going."

They picked up Pete at his folks' tiny two-bedroom asbestos-sided cottage near the railyards. He was less than reluctant, especially when Danny told him there would just be the three of them... with Kate, anything less than half a dozen was a waste of time.

"Let's flip for firsties... odd man gets it, okay?" Pete suggested with a nervous laugh as they neared the Lorimer place on the edge of town where Kate lived with her mother and three younger brothers.

Danny rapped lightly on the front door, leaving his buddies outside in the car. They hunched down out of sight, following their long-established procedure, so that Mrs. Lorimer would hopefully think there was just the one at her door to contend with, though no one really suspected that the old woman hadn't wised up to her daughter's promiscuity by now.

"Yeah... oh, it's you, Danny, right. Come on in..." She half-turned her head and yelled and Danny could smell the cheap wine from outside the doorway, mingling with the heavy dense odor of cooking fish and cabbage. "Kate, it's for you!"

A chubby redhead peered around the doorway from the living room, 'ate wasn't ugly. In fact, with a few less pounds and some attention to herself, she could have been a really pretty girl. But Kate had no time for those amenities... with her it was just food, food, food. And boys, boys, boys!

"Oh, hi, Danny..." The rest was unspoken between them. "I'll be right out."

Danny managed a smile and nodded to Kate's alcoholic mother who eyed him suspiciously; as if somewhere in her booze-pickled brain there was the germ of an idea, a suspicion that would never ripen in the alcohol vacuum of her mind.

Danny backed hurriedly away.

"I'll wait in the car, Ma'am... you can get back to your cooking. Good evenin'..."

Two pairs of eyes peered up at him from below the window edging back at the car.

"Hey, where is she? Don't tell me we struck out... not with ol' gang-bang Kate!" Pete laughed, whispering loudly.

"Shut up!" Danny hissed. "She's coming!"

Danny helped her into the front seat next to him in the battered Chevrolet he called his own; from the front porch, he could see Mrs. Lorimer watching them, wondering perhaps why it was that her daughter was so anxious to get out of the house. Or maybe her mind was too far gone for that, and her thoughts were sloshing blankly in a pool of stale wine and cheap supermarket liquor.

"Hi, Kate... it's me, Pete."

"And Jerry!"

The voices came from the backseat and Kate giggled as Danny wheeled the old sedan out of the Lorimer driveway and onto the blacktop country road. Mill Road it was called. It was to the mill that they were going... an abandoned turn-of-the-century grain mill on the river. It was a popular place for parking, at least with those bold enough to risk the ire of the sheriff's deputies who patrolled the ghostly spot at least twice each night. They had never been caught, only once coming even close, for the deputies were creatures of habit and you could be reasonably certain that the first check would never be before nine o'clock and the second not later than midnight when the cars went in for the night.

Danny glanced at his watch... nearly eight o'clock, that would give them an hour before the heat was on... plenty of time with Kate, for with her there was no wasted time beating around the bush and dropping hints. She was ready at the drop of a pair of jeans or the zip of a zipper!

"We're going to the mill?" she asked matter-of-factly, her voice already deepening in that particular way it did when she was alone with boys.

Jerry climbed over the seat and crawled in next to the window, pushing Kate toward the middle.

"Let's stop at the drive-in and get some cokes and some extra cups, okay?" he suggested, and Danny nodded affirmatively. Jerry put his arm around the redheaded girl and she giggled as she squirmed up next to him. His hand descended to her fleshy thigh and her legs opened like they were wired to a secret switch; she wasn't wearing any panties and even Jerry was surprised when his hand touched furry moist warmth so suddenly.

"What's the point in wearing any on a hot night like this," she whispered. "Besides... I knew they'd be off soon enough anyway."

Jerry shoved two fingers deep between her thighs and felt the cuntal heat of her pussy envelop them as her vagina sucked them ravenously between the hair-rimmed lips of her twat.

"Mmmmm..." She was moaning already, her eyes closed and her head back. Her legs were as far apart as they would spread, one knee brushing against Danny's thigh and the other resting over Jerry's lap.

He added another stiffened finger to the first two and she cried out at the sharp pain, but soon she was moaning and panting and groaning heatedly as he pumped his fingers rapidly in and out of her naked pussy.

With his other hand, Jerry unzipped his jeans and pushed them down his legs, and then his undershorts, the tight-fitting, jockey kind. Kate looked down at his lap through the passion-squinted slits of her eyes and moaned in eager expectation; her fingers encircled the stiff rigidity of his prick and she stroked it lovingly, working the fleshy outer skin up and down in slow, sensuous motions.

"Get in my lap, Kate..." Jerry pulled his stiffened fingers out of her naked twat with a lewd sucking noise as the fleshy teenage pussylips parted with his passion-quenching hand reluctantly.

"Hey, who said you won the toss?" Pete teased, leaning over from the back seat for a closer look.

Kate ignored his humiliating jibe if she heard him at all, for she was already anxiously scurrying onto his lap, pushing her skirt up so it wouldn't be under her.

She gripped the dash with both hands, half-squatting so that her naked bottom-cheeks rubbed salaciously over Jerry's stomach and pelvis. He held her weight with one hand, reaching under her huge fleshy buttocks to wriggle the end of his cock into the already-wet grip of her pussy. She squirmed from side to side, moaning all the while, as she desperately wriggled her bottom in a futile attempt to position herself over his upraised cock.

Finally, he was in her, just the knobbish head of his cock pressed between the fleshy folds of her young twat. Kate groaned arousedly and sank hungrily onto the jutting pole of his hard adolescent cock, skewering herself deliciously in a wanton act of brutal impalement!

"Mmmm, yes, Jerry... it's in me, Oh, God, it's in me!" she breathed huskily. Pete laughed unfeelingly from the back seat. She began to hump up and down, chanting the same gibberish she always did. Fucking had become almost religious to the chubby young redhead.

"Oooohhh, it's so beautiful there! Yesss, it's so nice and deep and beautiful!" she breathed wheezingly, working her naked bottomcheeks up and down feverishly as Danny drove on through the night. The lights of the crossroads drive-in and service station were intensifying in the near distance and Kate whispered for Jerry to let her stop... just until they had the cokes and ice.

"No way, honey... just sit right there and nobody will know," he snorted, pushing up with his loins as she mewled with animalish ecstasy, impaled hugely on the length of his cock.

"O-okay... if that's what you want. But..."

"But, nothing, Kate... nobody will know. There ain't nothing wrong with sitting in a guy's lap, is there?"

Pete snickered lewdly again from the back seat as they wheeled into the drive-in parking lot, close to one of those speaker contraptions that never seemed to work. Danny pushed the button and waited, then gave his order to the disembodied voice of a woman inside.

Just then, another car pulled in close beside them on Jerry's side... friends from high school, and Kate's best girlfriend!

"Hi, Kate... Jerry. Is that Danny driving?" the pretty blonde girl asked. She was in back with her boyfriend, seated next to the window on Kate's side.

"Yeah, it's me... and Pete Colman's back there," Danny said without turning his head. He had never liked Kathy Morton but his folks were friends with hers and it was necessary to keep up appearances.

"H-Hi, Kathy... what brings you way out here?" Kate asked, her voice thin and weak as Jerry's cock bored up into her twat from below. He gave her a little bounce and she nearly cried out.

"Oh, we went down to Nicholsboro for the movies. It was a double-feature horror show," Kathy gushed.

"Wow, that's nice," the redhead, naked from the waist down smiled nonchalantly. There was the tiniest tear dribbling from her eye, a tear of shame and humiliation as Jerry pumped away slowly, with undetectable short thrusts into her pussy as she sat in his lap. The girl was on the verge of hysterics... where was their order?

At last the drinks arrived, as Kate was fast-nearing the point of no return. She tried to carry on a semblance of a normal conversation with her girlfriend, but it was becoming more and more difficult as Jerry, grinning broadly, pushed his virile long prick into her belly from underneath. He made it throb and jerk inside her as she was talking and her words stammered from her lips as she shuddered in nearly uncontrollable desire.

And then they left, back at last on the deserted back road, and Kate let out a blood-chilling scream as she began to work her naked hips up and down frenetically on Jerry's upraised erection. She reached back and pulled her skirt up around her waist and took his hand around her hips to the furry patch of her bush and pushed his fingers into it as, she humped up and down excitedly.

"Awwww, yes, yes... now you can fuck me hard! Push up, push up hard! And rub my pussy with your fingers, Jerry, rub it nice while you fuck me! Yes, yes... oh, goddamn it, yes!" she gasped wildly, her head resting on the dash in near collapse.

With his buddies looking on, Jerry began to cum... Kate moaned and clenched her buttocks cheeks in a vain effort to stop the flooding rush of his jism and keep his cock hard and deliciously deep inside her.

Kate whimpered in mindless frustration as his cock emptied in a scalding-hot gush of teenage cum-deep in her belly, but her disappointment was short-lived... the dark and secluded mill was just ahead, towering darkly in the headlights of Danny's jalopy. There were three of them, more than enough, and Kate knew this was just the beginning... there'd be all the cock she wanted before this night was over!


CHAPTER FIVE

Christine tried for the fourth time to wade her way through the pile of essay-test papers on her desk, but there was just no headway being made. She could occasionally get half-way through a paper, even onto the second page, with her concentration intact... but then the red-hot memories of this afternoon, so fresh in her consciousness that the edges of her vivid recollections seemed etched with hot acid into the shame-ridden cells of her brain, would flood back into the forefront of her thoughts. And then any hope of grading these papers was futile... she could think of nothing but young Danny, the things he made her do and the coarse way he talked to her. But worst of all... the way she reacted, the revolting way she let herself surrender to the basest of her emotions - her naked sodomistic lust!

She thought of how he had sat there on the edge of her desk, his sinewy young legs spread wide, the wispy-haired pouch of his balls, the long steel-hard pole of his teenage cock!

"Oh, stop it, Christine!" she screamed in the sanctity of her own mind. "You're driving yourself crazy with all this! You're replaying it again and again and every time, the memories only get worse! Face it, baby... you enjoyed it! You actually enjoyed sucking that student's cock... it really turned you on! You're some kind of a pervert... a nympho!"

Christine shook her head violently from side to side until it throbbed with dizzying pain... she wouldn't let herself believe it... she couldn't admit that it was true or there was no hope left for her! How could she live with the shame what she had done... before, with the newspaper boy, and now... with one of her own students! First, Nellie Jones... and now this! God, oh, God, where will it all end!

She got up from the dining table-desk finally, unable to pretend a second longer that she was grading papers, when really all she was doing was looking for an excuse to keep reliving this afternoon!

Christine crossed to the bathroom door and glanced around unconsciously, in an involuntary act of shame... she knew already what she would do in there, what she had to do to get this burning tableau of lust-stirring memories out of her head She drew a bath for herself and undressed, dumping in some expensive bath oils that had been a present from Bill, her husband, back in the better days of their tempestuous marriage. In the mirror, she could see herself fully... standing there completely naked as her bathwaters steamed up around her. She blushed secretly at the imagery, but she looked like a goddess rising from the mists... and why shouldn't she acknowledge her own beauty? She was pretty, and she wasn't ashamed of being attractive.

She lifted the firm heaviness of her breasts with her hands and tweaked the crinkly pink nipples into hardness; she wondered quietly why some women had dark nipples and others, like herself, kept the soft blushing pink of adolescence far into adulthood. She smiled thinly as she pondered the ultimate obscenity - that it had something to do with her seemingly growing attraction to younger men, to teenage boys!

The waters were hot and soothing as she climbed nakedly into the bathtub and settled gingerly inch-by-inch into the hot bath. The water caressed the sensitive, pouting lips of her vagina.

"Mmmm... I could just lie back here and fall asleep. But with my luck lately, I'd probably drown!" she said to herself, talking aloud and realizing that she had never done that until recently. "Maybe I am cracking up... maybe I ought to commit myself somewhere for a nice long rest. But how would that look... I'd never get another teaching job with that kind of suspicious past to dog me! No, I've just got to learn to grip this unfortunate mess by the tail and shake it! I can lick this yet... I won't give in to it and be driven out of town like some scarlet woman!"

Her legs splayed widely against the sides of the tub and she began to rub the insides of her supple girlish thighs with her open palms, massaging away the pain... and moving ever-upward toward the heat of her vagina, steaming so fervently still as the lurid images of this afternoon flashed again in her brain that she wondered why the water wasn't boiling between her legs!

She thought of young Danny, though the acid-etched memory pained her immensely; it was a weirdly masochistic desire, this urgency to remember even though the hurt of remembering was almost unbearable. Still...!

Who am I fooling... nobody, not even myself! I liked it, I loved it! I enjoyed the taste of his virile young dick along my tongue. And I didn't sicken as he emptied his viscous cream down my throat... I gulped it hungrily and I sucked harder until there was more and more!

Her lightly caressing fingers moved between her thighs and began to incitingly fondle the fleshy folds of her pussy, spreading the pouting lips so that the soothing bathwaters coursed over them... and still the flames of her obsessive desires burned hotly at her loins.

It was so long and hard, not flabby and soft like Bill used to get... and when he came, God, it was like Niagara Falls compressed into a single spurting flood! I could barely get it down fast enough! And so much of it... great, huge gushing spurts that splattered again and again down my throat! And the taste... rich and sweet and warm like fresh cream!

She spread open the pliant rubbery lips of her vagina and her fingers rippled along the naked hair-rimmed fissure of her hotly-steaming cunt, urging her on to blind fulfillment as her hips began a sensuous humping movement beneath the soothing waters of her bath. The oils added luxuriant softness and slipperiness to her bare skin and she felt very much like an Arabian princess, alone in the sanctuary of her bath... awaiting the arrival of her slave-boy to do her bidding!

Christine moved in deeper, more sexual motions now' as her fingertips encircled the throbbing, nerve-laden bud of her clitoris and then cradled it lovingly, appreciatively, like a solitary pearl!

"Aaaawwwvw..." An audible groan rippled from her lips as she began to fondle the oily marble of her clit, sending wave after wave of wanton excitement shuddering through her naked body and into the very tips of her jiggling breasts.

Her mind wandered into free-association, as she had once learned in a group-encounter class she signed up for when Bill was off on one of his flings. She let her mind roam, conjuring up images of single words and things at first, and then sinking into the joyous imagery of carnal fantasy!

Dozens of naked young boys frolicked in her wanton imagination, unclothed and hung as only teenagers can he, their cocks outsized in their sporadic growth... great jutting erections moving at her from every direction of the compass and then some! She could feel them... taste them... squeeze them between her legs...!

Her clitoris felt as huge as a hen's egg between her fingers, pulsing with aroused sexuality as her naked loins quivered and humped sensuously in a rhythm of utter wantonness. Suddenly... a bone-crunching shudder rippled along her smooth unblemished nakedness and her hips flailed the bathwater like a spawning pair of salmon, making waves that nearly sloshed out of the tub.

"Unngghhh... unggghhh! Yes, yesss! Aaaaahhhh!" she moaned as her orgasm burst in an exquisite eruption of color and sensation that nearly blacked her out as it heightened the dizzying effects of her hot swirling bath. Both hands coursed down between her thighs, hungrily-fondling the soft pink flesh of her pussy now as she shuddered again and again and sank, finally, almost to her chin in the still-sloshing waters of her bath.

And once again, for a while at least, she was free of the naked images that tormented her thoughts... free for the moment of the taunting, naked young boys that taunted her!


CHAPTER SIX

"Hey, man, don't spill it, it's the last of the booze!" Jerry mumbled fish-mouthed from the front seat, his chin resting on the back of the seat as if it would fall from his shoulders if he tried to lift it.

Danny was trying to crawl onto the back seat without spilling his drink, as Kate awaited him in naked, sweat-soaked submission... Jerry and Pete were behind her now and only Danny was left, her favorite.

Her eyelids fluttered as the slits of her eyes peered anxiously up at him. She was completely naked, glistening with a fine mist of perspiration, and between her legs was a gaping unquenchable inferno... the wet, frothy lips of her gang-banged pussy!

"Oooohhh, Danny... hurry, hurry! I need you, I need you inside me!" she moaned in all seriousness, but Jerry's lewd chortle from the front seat blunted the effect and brought this act back to what it was... a bunch-punch! A bunch-punch with the queen of the bunch-punchers, Kate Lorimer!

"Turn over, Kate... get up on your hands and knees," he said. Get up and turn around, he thought, because I can't stand to look at you when I fuck you! I just want'a see that winking twat... or maybe that tight little brown eye! Yeah, that's for me... it ain't even been used tonight yet, unless she had somebody back at home!

"Okay, Danny, whatever you want... you know that," she breathed gushingly and turned over, panting as she rose to her hands and knees in shaky submission.

He grabbed the huge fleshy cheeks of her naked buttocks and spread them apart so painfully that his fingers squeezed into the softness of her ass and left eight reddish welts between them.

His cock was already out of his pants, but he finished tugging down his jeans so they wouldn't be soaking wet when he had finished with her, for Kate was eagerly excited and fairly dripping with cuntal love-juices.

He levered his prick up between her fleshy, dimpled thighs and the head of it brushed electrically along the wet fissure of her pussy, bringing a shudder to her corpulent young body and a groan of anticipation to her lips.

"How about some brown eye, Kate?" he teased, wriggling his cock up between her buttocks cheeks so that the end of it pressed like a rubber truncheon against the nether orifice of her anus.

"Oh, Danny, please... anything but that! You know I can't take you there, lover!" she mewled, wriggling her ass in a movement that only increased his sadistic hunger. "You're too big for me there... I can't, I can't!"

"Push her shoulders down, Jerry," he spat. "And you shut up, cunt, and like it!"

Jerry cocked an eyebrow at his buddy. "Hey, maybe you'd better let me have the rest of that drink. You're gettin' kind'a mean... this won't get rough, we just came along for some fun, right, Pete?" Pete was behind the wheel, almost comatose from the bourbon, but he managed a feeble, mumbled reply.

Danny looked at his friend and threw the drink in his face, soaking his shirt with bourbon and ice-diluted coke.

"Hey, you cocksucker, why'd you do that?" Jerry protested, but when he caught a fleeting glimpse of the glistening fury in Danny's eyes, he backed quickly off and dried himself on a dirty rag from under the seat... Danny could break him in half with just a couple of punches, and he knew better than to push his luck with the husky football player.

"Now, bitch... get that fat butt of yours up here... I want me some asshole!" he laughed drunkenly, pulling her asscheeks apart until she cried out in pain.

Kate struggled to clench her buttocks shut, to ward off his hurtful assault, but he was ten times stronger and he won out easily... her tiny nether ring was tautly clenched but his insistent thrusts overcame her scant defenses... until finally the tiny puckered grip of her anus surrendered and the stiff, fleshy pole of his cock slithered inside with a brutal, impaling thrust that bored deeply into her ass!

"Shit, you guys, she's tighter than a virgin back here... You don't know what you've been missing!" the young man shouted exuberantly as he felt the velvety tautness of her rubbery rectum encircle the lust-bloated head of his prick!

Kate screamed in spite of herself, though she never liked for a man to know he was hurting her... it was like an admission of weakness and it bothered her, but there was nothing she could do about it now. He was hurting her... hurting her bad!

Danny looked down at the fleshy cheeks of her buttocks as they squirmed and wiggled around his impaling cock and he suddenly hated her... hated her for what she was! Hated her as much as he hated that cock-sucking tramp Miss Kelly!

His smoothly boring thrusts probed deeply into her insides and when he rocked his hips back, he could feel the heat of her clinging rectal flesh as it pulled from her asshole along with the turgid rigidity of his cock!

But Kate could not resist the long, skewering thrusts for long... soon she began to move back cautiously against his deep-boring cock-thrusts, a low gurgling moan of animalish pleasure on her lips.

"Getting to you, huh, Kate..." He gave her an especially cruel thrust that seemed to reach into the warm knotted pit of her belly and she cried out from the hurtful jab.

"Yes, yes... yes, damn it, yes!" She was bucking and wriggling now, grinding her large behind in taut, lascivious circles around the boring hugeness of his erection. She was working hard against his loins... to get all of his cock up her ass!

Suddenly, Danny could hold it back no longer, and with Kate there was never any need for restraint... there would always be someone to follow your act. He grunted and gripped her buttocks-cheeks tightly.

"Aaaahhhh... hot cum, like it, Kate? Hot cum up your tail?" he hissed as his cock emptied in spurting globules of sperm that ricocheted up her rectum and sloshed around inside her, bringing balllike relief to her ravaged rectum.

"Yes, yes... I like it there! I like it in my ass!"

"Maybe we can oblige you, little lady... don't anybody move!" The disembodied voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, and everyone turned to the driver's window where the sounds came from, fully expecting nothing less than the devil himself to be peering in from the chilly darkness outside.

But it was worse... there in the open window were the faces of two burly sheriff's deputies, grinning broadly from ear to ear!


CHAPTER SEVEN

"Come on, you swingers out of the car... right now!" the bigger one barked like a ferocious police dog. He even had a face like a well-trained German Shepherd, long and lean and vicious.

Kate was already sobbing, thinking of what would happen when her mother found out. It would kill her to have this all over town!

"Uh, Sheriff, can't we talk this over... I mean..." Danny was fighting for a way out, but not for the same reasons as Kate... he didn't want his friends to know he was out gang-banging a slut like Kate Lorimer! He didn't want Miss Kelly to know... for some strange reason, he didn't want her to hear of this.

"Let's see some I.D.'s... all of 'em. Starting with you, stud!" He pointed at Danny and poked his buddy in the ribs; the two of them guffawed obscenely.

"It's in my pants... I'll have to get it."

"All right, but no funny stuff," the short stocky one growled, his hand on the butt of his revolver. "Go switch the headlights on in the patrol car, Leroy... let's get a better look at what we've caught!"

When the lights flashed on and bathed the teenagers in the harsh reality of the moment, they looked at each other blankly, wondering what the rest of the night would bring... the reporter from the town paper? Their parents?

Pete was the only one who seemed unconcerned... leaning precariously against the side of Danny's car, the emptied bourbon bottle clutched to his chest like a baby holds his formula bottle. Kate was trying futilely to cover her nakedness as the cruel bright lights of the patrol cruiser illuminated the four of them. The light was a cold, unfeeling exposer - nakedly revealing them to the equally cold, cruel eyes of the two deputies.

"Over here in the car, you boys... and get your clothes," the bigger man snickered. "And you, little lady, just sit tight... we'll need to take a statement from you."

"From me?" Kate asked, her arms folded across her breasts; she had given up on hiding her fleecy pubic vee from their ravenous stares. "Why me? Will it be in the papers or something?"

Her eyelids fluttered and tears began to trickle from her eyes as she was suddenly crushed under the promise of this lurid publicity... she'd have to leave town, quit school!

Leroy locked the three boys in the back seat of the cruiser merely by closing the doors, as there were no handles on the inside and the back was separated from the deputies' portion by a heavy-gauge wire screen. He switched off the headlights and removed the keys from the ignition as an added precaution and rejoined the senior officer... Delbert Collins, a veteran of fourteen years on the county police force, seven of those years in vice and gambling.

"Now, honey, let's start at the beginning... we have to hear it all, word by word, before my buddy and me can make up our minds how to handle this," Delbert explained with a poker face. Kate was still naked as the day she was born and becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

"You mean this might not make the papers? You could let us off without being charged or anything?" she inquired hopefully.

"Yeah, that's about it... now sit down there in that back seat and tell us the whole story. And don't leave out nothing or we might have to run you all in for perjury as well."

"Perjury?" The young girl's eyes widened naively. "Oh, I'll tell the truth. I'll tell you everything! Can I get my clothes back on, it's kinda' chilly without a stitch on."

Leroy laughed and Delbert poked him with an elbow sharply in his stomach. "Naw, you'd better not get dressed just yet... In case we have to call the detective squad out to take pictures or something. Leroy, you give her your jacket to put around her shoulders, ya hear?" Delbert mumbled something incoherent and did as his senior partner told him and Kate began to sob softly, her large voluptuous breasts rising and falling tremorously.

"P-pictures? Do you have to? I mean..."

"Now don't you go fretting your pretty little head, honey... you just tell us exactly what happened and we'll forget about the detective boys. We can keep this just between us ordinary folks... You're Louise Lorimer's oldest, aren't you?" Kate nodded.

"Is your mama still nursing the bottle? I've run her ass in many a'time, strutting all sassy-tailed down Main Street, higher'n a kite in a gale!"

Kate nodded again, sniffling and rubbing back the tears. "She's still a drinker, if that's what you mean. She can't help it, though, it's like a sickness with her."

"And how about you, honey... what kind of weaknesses have you got?" Delbert breathed heavily, leaning close enough for her to smell the cheap whiskey on his breath. Confiscated moonshine, if the rumors were true.

"W-what do you mean?"

"I mean this..." He reached down suddenly as she was seated next to him on the back seat and grabbed her coarsely between her fleshy thighs. She groaned shamefully as his fingers dipped into the steaming-hot fissure of her vagina... already wet and hot from the boys who had taken their teenage lusts out on her nakedness here in this same back seat.

"Y-yes... I-I've got a weakness, all right..."

"You sure do, honey... I've heard all the stories a dozen times. Well, this time I'm gonna' see for myself... If you want to keep this all hushed up, you just give me and my brother deputy here a real nice blow-job and it's a promise."

Kate's eyes widened... not in fear or dread as much as in hope. "You mean... you won't take me in to town? My mama won't have to know or anything?"

"That's right... now get to it and keep your voice quiet so's your pimply-faced friends over in the car don't hear!" He unzipped his fly and pulled his pants open enough to avoid staining them. It was too great a risk pulling them down completely, for they had to keep an eye peeled for approaching cars. Another car could slip in here as easily as they did.

"All right... get to it, Kate. Me first and then Leroy!" He wriggled his huge uncircumcised cock out of his trousers and flapped it in front of her. It was grotesquely huge and thick, and in the scant light it seemed he had grown an extra leg there in the middle of his hairy loins.

Kate leaned over and kissed his cock lightly and felt it answer with a pulsing shudder of stirring excitement.

The husky deputy sheriff groaned in aroused surprise as the teenager suddenly began to eagerly lick and kiss his cock with obvious relish, swirling her tiny pink tongue around the naked thick length of his manly penis and then taking it ravenously into her mouth and sucking it wildly, her small lips ovaled widely around the thickness of his erection and her tongue working slavishly around it in a rhythm of growing excitement.

She stroked his heavy balls lovingly with one hand, the other around the thick base of his cock, nearly hidden in the dark thicket of wiry pubic hair. He pushed her face down into his brushy loins and she took every inch of his virile hugeness... right down the gullet!

And when he came, in great bucketsful of rich creamy cum, she gulped hungrily and feverishly managed to swallow all of his viscous ejaculate down her throat where it swirled luridly in her belly, already sloshing with the combined lusts of the three boys... and still there was Leroy!

The younger, skinnier deputy was ready before she had taken her lips from his senior partner's cock... and his long hard prick slipped wetly between her cum-stained lips and burned searingly down her throat. Suddenly...!

"Unngghhh... fuck me, somebody fuck me! I can't stand it!" she moaned around the tumescent pole of his cock.

Delbert looked down frustratedly at his still-flaccid cock, wet and dripping with saliva from the young girl's lips. But then he had an idea... it was wickedly nasty but this girl wouldn't care! He could do anything to her and she would just murmur in assent!

He fumbled at his belt for the two-foot short billy he always carried in its belt holster; he took it out and looked at it with a sly grin... Shit, this is bigger than any man's cock! Let's see how she likes a little of the Law up her twat!

He worked her around as she knelt on the back seat, wriggling her fleshy hips back and forth until she was properly positioned... with her naked ass just inches from where he sat on the edge of the seat.

The deputy looked down at the pink, lust-moist lips of her cunt, widely flowered in eager anticipation as she expected the thick, pulsing heat of his prick to slither deeply into her belly and quench her unnatural desires... but Delbert had a better surprise!

He pushed the end of the billy club up to her vaginal lips and they closed eagerly around it - even in the dimness he could see their fleshy rims contract hungrily around the inanimate pole as surely as around a man's virile erection!

"Mmmff... now, now!" she blurted around Leroy's cock, and her hips ground fervently back against the mock-erection of his nightstick. Delbert laughed coarsely and shoved the club expertly between the pursed, moistened lips of her pussy... deeply into her belly until a full foot of hard, thick billy-club was rammed into her cunt!

"Unnnggghhh!" she grunted, but she showed no signs of rebuffing his deep-skewering ravishment... God, what a cock-hungry slut!

He began to work it rhythmically in and out of her pussy, gripping the grooved end and pistoning it lasciviously into the deepest untried crevices of her belly, cramming her lust-incited cunt full of the hard, skewering pole. Leroy watched in wide-eyed disbelief as the young girl sucked his cock deliciously, while his partner stuffed her mercilessly with the billy-club... she loved every inch of it, like it was an incredibly long hard cock!

She started to cum almost before Leroy did, her neck-cords distended and her lips hollowing ravenously as she sucked him with such fervor that he feared his cock would be sucked from his loins.

"Mmmff... yesss, yesss! Godddd!" she blurted around the deputy's cock, grinding her hips and buttock back salaciously onto the other officer's nightstick.

Delbert watched incredulously as her young hot pussy flowered eagerly around his moist, impaling billy-club... he could see it wet and glistening with her fervent lust-juices as her orgasm peaked in a crescendo of writhing, screaming lust. He had forgotten the boys in their patrol car... his mind was on this hot-blooded teenager's nakedly squirming behind as she devoured nearly all of his nightstick in an act of incredible depravity... over eighteen inches in an inhuman moment of sexual desperation.

She screamed a muffled cry of sheer blissful agony around Leroy's throatstuffing cock and he began to empty his balls down her gullet almost at the precise moment. Kate sucked and swallowed expertly and milked the younger deputy dry before his rubbery cock slipped from her lips, leaving just Delbert's lust-stirring nightstick between her naked thighs.

Kate worked frantically back against the unnatural assault until tears of ecstasy streamed down her cheeks and she collapsed with a grunt across Leroy's lap, her whole naked body quivering and tremoring with the aftershock of her orgasm.

"Okay, Leroy," the senior deputy finally said. "Let's take 'em in."

Kate lifted her head. "B-but you promised... you can't... you just c-can't!" Delbert grinned broadly as he zipped up his pants. "Don't you worry, honey. You're coming with me and Leroy. Our duty shift is over in a half-hour and we're going out to Leroy's trailer for some more fun, all right? That is, unless you'd rather we just booked you and called your mama?"

Kate sobbed quietly. "N-no... I'd rather g-go with you."

The husky, pot-bellied sheriff's deputy slapped his younger partner on the back. "See there, Leroy... I knew this would work out all right. C'mon, you drive this car with Kate and I'll take the hot-shots back to the station. This might work out better than we hoped!"


CHAPTER EIGHT

Christine Kelly was in the middle of a dream that seemed to haunt her in the midst of her sleep, a continuous nightmare of naked young men and their wanton young cocks... a nightmare that she thought - hoped! - she had escaped with this move south, but now it seemed to taunt her more than ever, each night intruding on her private rest and working its way into her dreams, until she awoke with a start... with tears streaming from her eyes.

But this time it was something else that awakened her... the jarring insistence of her bedside telephone.

"Uh... hello, Miss Kelly speaking," she spoke softly into the phone, still groggy with sleep.

The reply came into her consciousness like a million volts of super-charged electricity, jarring her awake. "Miss Kelly... this is Danny, Danny Elliott."

She shook the remaining sleep cobwebs from her brain. "Y-yes, Danny?" She had a sickening dread in her stomach already, even before he spoke again.

"I'm at the sheriff's office, Miss Kelly. Me and some friends got into a little trouble tonight up at the mill. There ain't nobody listening so you might as well know - we was gang-banging that Lorimer slut, you know, Kate with the big tits."

"Danny, please, don't talk like that! Someone might hear you and..."

"Shut up, Miss Kelly and listen... the deputies here are trying to be hard-assed with us. They won't release us unless an adult picks us up. It's just a lot of bullshit, but they won't even give me my car until morning. Now, you have a car now don't you?"

"Yes, but..."

"Then come down here and sign for us. I talked the big-cheese deputy into letting you do it instead of my folks. You won't let me down, will you?"

"Danny, I can't do that. Your folks should be notified and..."

"Miss Kelly... I know I made a promise and I aim to keep it, but if you ain't here in ten minutes, there's no more deal. Now, good-bye!"

She was out of bed almost before she replaced the receiver in its cradle. She knew Danny was not kidding her... the tone of his voice made it felt even over the telephone wires; he would tell, he'd tell everybody. She had to do as he told her... there was no other way!

* * *

"So, you're the new teaching lady, huh?" Delbert said as Christine, still shaky from lack of sleep, waited for the boys release.

They sat in the grimy sheriff's waiting room, along with a pair of winos nearly sobered up and a woman looking for her runaway husband.

Christine sat up proudly, her chin steady, though she was secretly near tears from this added delay. "Yes... I'm Miss Kelly and I teach at the high school. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to vouch for Danny Elliott and his friends and take them home." "Why? I mean, what's a nice woman like you doing down here in the middle of the night just because some punks got in trouble? It don't make sense." He seemed on the verge of verbalizing his own private theory, and Christine doubted that he was too far from the truth, for she feared her own secret was scrawled across her face in bright, scarlet letters!

"He called me and needed my help. That's what teachers are for, Sheriff."

"I ain't no sheriff... just a deputy." He looked at her penetratingly and reached for the intercom at the corner of his desk. His eyes were still fixed on hers when he spoke into the jail-house squawk box.

"Leroy..."

"Yeah... Leroy here..." There was a rumbling din of restless jail inmates in the background, louder even than the constant static that rattled the inexpensive intercom speaker.

"Leroy, bring that Elliott kid and his pals up here. He's got a lady here for him."

Christine blushed at the obvious meaning of the deputy's nasty words, but she kept her mouth shut. She knew there was nothing to be gained by arguing with a man like this one... fat and ugly and complacent. In love with himself and at odds with the whole world.

A few moments passed before she heard the metallic thud of doors being closed and she looked to a heavy metal door at the opposite end of the room, solid except for a single smoky window. Delbert got out of his creaking wooden chair reluctantly and crossed the room to the door, peering through it before he pressed the buzzer that activated the last lock between the jail cells and this waiting room.

Danny was first through the door and Christine felt her cheeks redden in spite of her attempts at decorum; his friends weren't from her classes but she recognized them from school. Danny smiled thinly as he looked at her and passed her a secret nod.

"Thanks, Miss Kelly for coming like this to get us. I really appreciate it... don't you guys?" He looked at his buddies and they nodded their heads emphatically, but Christine could see from their eyes that they were practically in a daze - unable to comprehend what was happening. Perhaps Danny was telling the truth, she told herself, maybe he kept his promise about not telling anyone!

"You gonna' take these boys home, Miss Kelly?" Leroy asked poker-faced. "I don't want to see them out again tonight."

"Y-yes, I'll see to it that they get home. And they'll be back in class again Monday morning, right after the weekend." Delbert grunted and waved them all out of his private domain with a casual flip of his meaty wrist. He was still looking at Christine as if there was something he could not quite put his finger on. He stared at her like one does at someone he sees in a crowded public place, someone you remember but can't recognize.

Christine was only too aware of his cutting, deep-probing stare... and she hoped he would never see beneath her skin, into the secrets of her heart. Secrets she kept from even herself.

* * *

"Thanks... you really saved our butts!" Danny said as he climbed into the front seat beside her. His friends were already in the back.

She shot him a cutting glance from the corner of her eyes. "Please, Danny... watch your language. I am your teacher, remember?"

He smiled and nodded agreeably. "Sure, Teach... but why all the formality. School will be out in a couple of weeks and we're all graduating. Then you'll just be, well, another woman around town. We're just going to get a jump on that."

Christine's heart froze. "Wh-what do you mean?" She was sure she heard a snicker from the back seat.

"Nothing... nothing at all. Now, let's go over to your place. You got anything to drink?" He was swaggering with cocksure bravado, impressing his friends, and Christine knew it... but she was powerless to put him down, not as long as he had the goods on her.

"Danny, I... I can't have you boys drinking at my apartment. Even if I wanted it, the neighbors... what would they think and..."

"Shhhh... don't worry so much. That's the trouble with teachers, they're always worrying about something. Besides, we're all eighteen, and it's legal for us to drink anywhere. So let's go... what're you waiting for?" When she turned he was glaring at her, the threat of vengeful gossip on his lips... she drove toward her apartment.

Danny moved closer to her, edging almost imperceptibly across the front seat as she drove toward her home. Her left hand rested on the automatic shift lever of her second-hand car but Danny took it in his own. She pulled away at first, but Danny's strong grip was insistent... and always there was that unspoken threat of exposure. He took her hand and moved it to his lap and Christine gasped a short breath of astonishment as her hand touched his naked cock.

She looked into the rear view mirror, but Pete and Jerry seemed not to notice. Danny made her hand into a fist around his cock and began to pump it up and down... and there was nothing she could do but follow his lead.

They drove on through the night, Christine's tiny trembling hand encircling the husky youth's naked erection and pumping it tenderly in a rhythm of arousal, a movement that had only one ultimate end... and that was soon enough in coming.

Danny's head rested on the back of his seat and the only evidence he betrayed of her wanton act was the single short intake of breath as his cock began to spurt onto the floor and the edge of her seat. She kept looking back, but the other boys still hadn't noticed.

After a few moments, she took her hand away and fumbled for a tissue in her bag to cleanse her fingers of his sticky emissions. As she took her hand away from the passion-heated length of his young virile erection, she felt the familiar rumblings of something forbidden and shameful in her loins. She tried to pretend it wasn't there, that it would go away... but Christine Kelly knew better.

And there was no telling what the rest of the night would bring!


CHAPTER NINE

"Hey, this is pretty good whisky, Miss Kelly... what did you say it was again?" Danny asked in a too-loud voice, his words beginning to slur as he drained the dregs of his third drink and missed the table edge as he tried to place the glass aside.

"It's Irish whiskey... and you really shouldn't drink it so fast, Danny. I bought it to make Irish coffees with and it's pretty strong." Christine was seated in an arm chair and the three boys faced her, all of them on her sofa. Pete and Jerry were working on their first drink, nervously sipping it and watching their friend slowly pickle himself. They seemed puzzled, unable to fathom why he would act this way in front of an adult, in front of a teacher!

But Christine knew what was on his mind... it was as obvious as the erection that throbbed under his jeans. It was only a matter of time until it all surfaced and still she sat helplessly, like a beautiful doe in the mesmerizing headlights of an oncoming truck. She knew what was going to happen and still she did nothing... God, what's wrong with me? Do I want this to happen? Is that it? Am I as much to blame as Danny and that bottle of whisky?

Suddenly, Danny glared at her spitefully, his eyes reddened with whisky and glaring with that awful ferocity that treads the border between love and hate. "Hey, Teach... how about a little entertainment. I mean, maybe some music and some dancing."

Christine stiffened. "I-I don't think so, Danny... maybe you'd better be going. I can take you and your friends home and..."

"Naw, I want some entertainment! C'mon, Miss Kelly..." He leaned over and turned on the radio. It was tuned to an easy-listening station but he quickly switched it to an all-night rock station from the Midwest. "There, that's better... now show us how they danced when you was a teenager."

"Danny, I..."

He glared at her again, his eyes narrowing into menacing slits. "Show us, Teach... now!"

Pete and Jerry looked on in astonishment, not believing what they saw and heard. "Maybe we'd b-better get going, Danny," Jerry mumbled nervously. "I can walk, it's not far!"

"Shut up and sit down... it wouldn't be good manners to walk out on the lady when she's getting ready to, uh, dance. Now, Miss Kelly... my friends here won't tell a soul. Ain't that right boys?" They both nodded profusely. "'Cause I'd break both their necks if they tried it, right?" And again they nodded, this time not looking at her as they concealed their embarrassment, as if being a little afraid of a young man like Danny was something to be ashamed of.

"Stand up, Teacher... show us what you can do. I'll bet you were some hot number when you were our age!" Danny snarled contemptuously.

Christine edged gingerly out of her chair, fiddling with her drink nervously. The other two boys would not even look at her in their unbridled confusion and embarrassment.

"Danny, please... could I talk to you in the kitchen?" the pretty divorcee begged softly, grasping at what few chances still she had.

He half-rose from the sofa, but quickly settled back down as the effects of the whisky made him dizzy. "No talking... no talking! Now get on with it! Get on with it or the promise is off!"

Christine stood up shakily, fidgeting in one spot as the rock music poured from her radio.

"C'mon, stop stallin' around! Dance... wiggle that sweet ass!" Danny yelled as Pete and Jerry watched in dumbfounded amazement. But they were even more amazed when the high-school teacher began to sway from side to side sensuously, dancing a private dance for them!

"You can do better than that! Shake it some, Teach!" Danny hissed, his whisky-courage rising now. "Let's see that ass wiggle!"

Christine was shaking with humiliation, her eyes so flooded with tears that the three boys were almost invisible to her. But she did as he told her... for reasons she would have to face later, much later, when this was all over.

Suddenly Danny rose to his feet and moved next to her, his hands on her shoulders as he swayed dangerously close to collapse. His hand went to the front of her dress as he towered an easy half-foot over her, and Christine cried out as his fingers closed over her breast.

"N-no! Remember what you said, Danny! You have to remember! It was a promise... a p-promise!" But already, the teenager could hear the thin wall of her defenses crumbling around her limber young body... he knew what she was like. And he knew she wanted his cock as badly as he wanted to give it to her! And give it he would!

"C'mon, Teach... let's see some boob!" he breathed with whisky-breath, ripping open the front of her dress. Buttons spun in every direction as he opened her dress to her waist with one sadistic jerk of his strong arm. She had dressed quickly for the drive to the sheriff's office, and she wore neither a bra nor stockings... a mistake that would cost her.

The other two boys looked on disbelievingly as Danny pulled the halves of her dress apart and nakedly exposed the firm ample mounds of her bare breasts. She shuddered and sobbed softly, her head lowered in futility and shame... but Danny was quick to notice that she made no attempt to cover her nakedness. He knew what she wanted... she wanted them to see her breasts, she wanted to excite them with her ripe womanly body! And she wanted his lips... right there on the crinkly pink tips of her nipples!

Grunting as he bent over, he leaned down to her high, proud titties and kissed them fervently, first one and then the other, his tongue coming out of his mouth and swiping over the hardened buds of her nipples.

As Pete and Jerry watched, shaking their heads to see if it was all a dream, Christine groaned shamefully and clutched at the teenager's head, pressing his face between her breasts in an act of wanton surrender.

He raised his head suddenly. "Now, Teacher... let's see the rest. Get your dress off and let me and my pals see that gorgeous bod of yours. And if you're real nice..." He squeezed her left breast tightly between his fingers until she cried out in pain. "... We'll all take our clothes off too! Then you can see what you want... three swinging dicks!"

"Oooohhhh!" Christine moaned in despair and humiliation, but her fingers were already in the crumpled fabric of her dress, pushing it sensuously over her slender hips and down the bare unblemished flesh of her long tapered legs.

A hush fell over all three of the boys, even Danny, as she stood before them almost completely naked... just the sheerest pair of panties, a honeymoon gift from her husband, between their eyes and her total nakedness! Their mouths opened and their jaws dropped slackly in undisguised admiration and desire!

Goddamn, they collectively thought, she's incredibly beautiful! Like a Greek goddess, glistening like marble... man, oh man, this is too good to be true!

Christine looked at their faces, watched the expressions of child-like admiration and excitement in their eyes. But there was nothing childish about the throbbing erections she could see under their jeans... they were bursting with teenage fervor and arousal!

And suddenly... it wasn't shameful and humiliating any longer, it was wickedly thrilling! This perverse act was arousing her like nothing ever had, not since her wedding night and even that might have run a close second to the looks of anxious desire that her mere nearnakedness elicited from these three handsome young men! She felt proud and emboldened as she saw the unmistakable flames of desire flicker in their eyes as they looked at her... she felt incredibly beautiful and special, a real liberated woman! Liberated to do as she pleased, with anyone... and tonight it would be these three handsome lads!

Danny dropped to his knees in front of her before she could react, but she was not at all sure now she would have stopped him if she could... he grabbed her flimsy sheer panties and ripped them down her legs. She stepped out of them a leg at a time and was completely and utterly naked now.

He reached around her trim hips and grabbed the fleshy cheeks of her firm buttocks and pulled her hard against his face, kissing her soulfully on the mound of her pubis.

"Aaaaahhhh, Danny... Dannnnyyy!" she breathed excitedly as she felt his tonguetip snaked wetly into the steaming-hot fissure of her pussy, spreading its way through the sparse wispy curls of her pubic fleece.

He answered with a stabbing poke of his tonguetip, an electrifying thrust deep between the lips of her vagina to the nerve-filled bud of her clitoris. Christine moaned and shuddered and lost her balance from the suddenness of his blood stirring lingual caress. She tottered backwards, catching herself on her armchair before she sprawled spread-legged onto the overstuffed cushion. Danny moved closer to her, walking on his knees, and he pushed her slender girlish thighs apart wider with the backs of his hands. "Mmmmmm... Danny! Dannnyyy!" she gasped as he spread the pliant pink lips of her vagina and began to lick it slavishly from top to bottom, his long hot tongue laving the hair-rimmed slit of her pussy from the taut-puckered little ring of her anus to the throbbing, pulsing oily marble of her clitoris.

Christine was fast losing any semblance of control, her body seemingly possessed by an unearthly demonic lust that consumed her with its scorching ferocity. She was no longer the proper Miss Kelly, responsible citizen and high-school teacher... she was Christine, the cock-hungry bitch! Her alter ego identity was in command of her being and she was powerless to fight back any longer!

"Yesss, yesss... Lick my pussy, Danny! Lick it soooo gooooddd!!" she moaned tremorously, her legs so wide apart that they pressed against the sides of the large armchair. Suddenly, she edged down lower into the chair and threw her legs over the arms, opening up the full naked expanse of her crotch to the teenager's slavish licking and kissing. She was lost... lost!

She groaned incessantly now, a low rumbling cry that seemed to come from deep within her chest without passing through her throat. Her breasts heaved excitedly, wriggling from side to side as the young boy hotly tongued and kissed the fervent, steaming fissure of her twat. She looked down at him through passion-clenched slits and saw his head bobbing beautifully between her thighs as his tongue swiped warmly, again and again along the pink fleshy fissure of her cunt.

Her head moved from side to side flailingly and she was only dimly aware of the other two boys moving from the sofa, closing in for a better look. There was a peculiar silence in the living room, an almost reverent quietness as the only sound was the slurping and licking noises that Danny's tongue made as it swirled thickly along the gaping slit of her pussy.

Electric sensations of naked, primeval lust began to whisper from her loins... she found she was grinding her hips and pelvis in that timeless dance of female arousal... her breasts tingled as if rubbed with some powerful Mideastern unguent. Voices cut dimly through the mist of her incredible passion, but their words and message meant nothing to her now... only the wanton lascivious thrill of this young man's tongue so deliciously between her splayed thighs mattered at all!

Danny reached with both hands up over the trembling tiny hummock of her small white belly, to the jiggling mounds of her ripe, womanly breasts. He groped at them crudely, and with adolescent fervor, squeezing the tender soft flesh between his fingers. Christine heard his grunting, his approval, even as his tongue and lips moved hotly over her naked loins, and she began a sensuous, unabashed dance of frantic arousal, her wide-splayed crotch moving urgently against his lips and face until his nose was hidden in the sparse fleecy down of her pubic curls.

Christine's mind whirled in a dizzying maelstrom of confused sensations and emotions... half of her cried and whimpered in death-like shame and despair, everlastingly ashamed and humiliated at her wantonness... and yet another half nakedly squirmed under his lingual caresses, wildly aroused and eager for more of the same, more of his delicious cunnilingus!

* * *

Pete and Jerry were still almost totally in the dark, unable to fathom what mystical power their friend had over this beautiful woman and teacher, but almost as one, their response was keenly attuned to the electrifying atmosphere of incredible sexual arousal that permeated the room and the occupants within it. They pulled off their jeans and under shorts and moved breathlessly close to this forbidden fruit, to this woman who was their teacher and as such was hopelessly out of reach... until this moment. Their reactions could only be expected, for like slaves and servants suddenly and unexpectedly freed of their bondage and released from the rules of their positions in life, they lusted after their mistress... they lusted and they knew they would have her!

* * *

Christine was not sure at first what it was that she felt against her hands, but she jerked away instinctively, until she peered reluctantly out of her lust-clenched eyelids and saw that the other boys had positioned themselves beside the chair, both of them naked from the waist down, and their hard, young cocks eagerly awaiting her touch!

"Mmmmm... yes, yes! Such nice hard dicks! God, I want them... I want all of them!" she blurted mindlessly, still grinding downward against Danny's hard-working tongue.

She took their pricks in her hands, clenching fists about them both, and moaning excitedly as they hardened stiffer still under her delicate touch. They were so long and hard and delicious... and God, how she needed them!

With a slow, sensuous rhythm, she began to pump them back and forth, her hands slipping eagerly along the hardened, blue-veined lengths of their desire-stiffened erections. The two boys groaned from the exquisite pressure of her fingers on their naked pricks... their heads went back and they breathed in gasping, shallow breaths as she slowly and incitingly masturbated them.

Christine's eyes were closed, her nostrils flared in her animalish passion as Danny hotly licked and tongued her genitals until she was certain she would scream. Suddenly, she could stand it no longer and she began to buck wildly in the armchair, grinding down and outward against his laving tongue and kissing lips. Her cunt flowered eagerly around his lips and she felt her gushing warmth bathe his face and chin in a rivules of girly-cum!

"Aaawww, yes, yes... I'm cumming!" she gasped, nakedly bouncing up and down on the chair and working her naked crotch eagerly against his young face.

The spectacle of her orgasm was the catalyst the other boys needed... just as her climax peaked and she could at last breathe again, they began almost in unison to cum... great, bullet-like spurts that splattered over her breasts and trickled down her bare cleavage as the two boys grunted and groaned out their adolescent passions.

Christine continued to pump madly at their long hard cocks, milking them utterly until every precious drop of their viscous, creamy ejaculate was spilled wantonly over her naked breasts. Finally, she stopped, her hands still quivering with the wanton after-shocks of her orgasm.

There was no hiding her ravenous desires any longer... nor was there any need to. She slid limply out of the chair onto the floor, barely able to kneel as her knees turned to jelly under her.

She opened her mouth to speak, but the words hung in her throat like bad meat. Finally, she was able to speak. "P-please... pleasssee... fuck me, fuck me with your beautiful young cocks! Fuck me, all of you... fuck me before I die!"


CHAPTER TEN

She sat for a long time in her old sedan, afraid to leave the sanctuary of the car and walk up to Christine's apartment. She wracked her brain for an excuse that was plausible, just as she had all night, but there was nothing that could justify her coming here in the middle of the night... nothing except the truth. Her nightmarish passion for the pretty young teacher, her desires that kept wakening her in a cold, fitful sweat.

Nellie finally managed to summon the courage necessary to leave her car, but as she climbed the stairs to Christine's apartment, she began to be vaguely aware of voices, strange voices that sounded like those of her students, coming from the young teacher's apartment. She paused outside the door - through the tiny window, obscured by a curtain, she could see lights inside and she knew the gorgeous young blonde divorcee was awake.

But it was the sound of the voices that slowed her... she had to know, she had to listen cautiously before she knocked softly on the young woman's door.

The voices were there, all right, but they were muffled and unintelligible, like a record played on the wrong speed.

She pressed her ear to the door, being careful not to make a sound, but still she could not hear what was happening. Then she remembered the back door and the kitchen window... Of course, I picked out the furnishings and I should know! You can see right into the living room unless she has bought another curtain to top the cafe-curtain I bought!

The older woman hurried anxiously to the rear of the building, furtively glancing around to be sure she wasn't seen. She crossed the lawn with uneasy steps, a result of the whisky she had finished tonight in a futile effort to hide her lesbian lust.

She climbed the stairs with gasping, breast-heaving breath, until she was at last outside the back door of the young teacher's apartment.

She pulled an empty soft-drink crate close to the window and climbed nervously onto it, peering anxiously over the curtains. Through the kitchen, through the doorway to the living room, she could see clearly what was happening.

A gasp passed her lips and she pressed her hand to her mouth for fear she would cry out and give away her secretive position. Christine was utterly naked and kneeling on the living room carpet... but around her were three eager young boys, students from the school, and from the appearance of the lust-stiffened erections they all fondled proudly, it was obvious what they intended... they were all going to fuck her!


CHAPTER ELEVEN

Christine was on all fours, on her hands and knees in a position of unmistakable readiness... there was no need for pretense now, not even the slightest attempt at decency and restraint. These young boys had seen her stripped naked in more ways than one... and they knew now what she was and what she needed so desperately.

Her eyes were closed in shame as she felt thin young fingers coursing hotly over her nakedness. She knew not who it was, or whether it was all three of them at once, but she could feel hands and fingers all over her body, fingers hotly searching her secret hollows and crevices, fingers boldly caressing and stroking the soft pink flesh of her genitals and her jiggling breasts.

"Oooohhh... I can't stand it! I can't!" she blurted mindlessly, her head flailing from side to side and her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders to the floor as she lowered her head in shame.

When she opened her lips to speak, something rubbery and stiff rubbed over them... Danny's cock!

She opened her eyes and looked up to see him glaring down at her with a peculiar mixture of infatuation and disgust. "Lick it, bitch! Lick it and get it good and wet and then I'll fuck you with it! Lick it!"

Christine groaned in shame but her lips parted and her tongue slipped over her white bottom teeth... Oh dear God, forgive me, forgive me, but I have to have it!

I can't stand being without these beautiful young cocks!

Her tongue swiped over the knobbish circumcised head of the young man's naked erection and Christine heard him chuckle derisively as his two buddies moved in for a closer look.

"Man, look at her go!" one of them said. Christine could not tell who was talking... and she didn't care. "Shit, can she ever go at it! She's a cock-lover if I ever saw one!"

Danny grabbed her ears and twisted her head up so he could watch her as she mewlingly licked at his stiff, blood-heated erection like the slut she was... You like it so much, whore, I'll give it to you! I'll give it to you again!

Christine choked and tried to squirm away as he tightened his fingers in her luxuriant blonde tresses in an act of incredible savagery, twisting his hands in her hair until a gurgling scream exploded from her throat.

"Aaawww! You're hurting me, you're hurting my head!" she screamed tearfully. "Stop it... stop... ummff!" Danny laughed cruelly and shoved his long pipe-stiff prick over her tongue even as she pleaded to be spared the pain. He didn't stop until the mushroom-shaped head of his cock slammed into the ravaged flesh of the back of her throat; she gagged and nearly passed out from the lack of oxygen, frantically trying to breathe through her desperately flared nostrils.

"Throw it to her, Danny! Make her suck it good!" Pete leered, fondling his own huge erection as he fantasized how good it would feel to have her lips and tongue encircling his cock.

Suddenly, seemingly content with his sadistic humiliation, he took his prick from her mouth and she could breathe again. Wantonly, he wined her pink trembling lips with the head of his rigid penis, smearing them with the sticky traces of his semen like the devil's own lipstick. And even more incredibly... she licked it off with a grin on her face! She liked it!

"Get out'a the way, Pete," the bigger boy growled meanly. "I've had the blow job already... this time I want some of her sweet tail! I ain't never fucked a teacher before... so c'mon, honey, let's see what you can teach me!" The three teenagers laughed humiliatingly at her, mocking her naked shame and her obvious rapacious need. But Christine was too far gone now to care... she cared only about quelling the brush-fire of primitive lust that burned in her loins!

She trembled as a pair of youthful hands grabbed at the firm half-moons of her naked bottom-cheeks, and she groaned with expectant frustration as he pulled the resilient cheeks apart, opening up her ass for the three boys to see.

"Hey, would you look at that little brown eye... just'a winking!" someone laughed menacingly. Christine blushed with renewed shame, only to be doubled again as Danny leaned close to her naked ass-cleft and kissed the taut little ring of her anus.

"I've had to kiss a lot of teachers' asses before... but this is the first time I enjoyed it!" he laughed. His friends chorused his raunchy humor and again Christine felt more than one pair of hands on her naked lithe body. Through the corner of one eye, she could see Pete kneeling beside her, both his hands cupping one of her firm dangling titties, coursing over it appreciatively and toying arousingly with her crinkly-tipped nipple.

Suddenly, Christine felt her nether cheeks being hurtfully pulled apart... then the heat of youthful nakedness close to her own trembling thighs... she shuddered as she felt the insistent prodding of his long, hard cock as it rode up between her kneeling legs and poked maddeningly at the puckered, moisture-rimmed lips of her pussy. She could stand it not a second longer and she reached back with her hand and grabbed furtively at the stiffness of his teenage erection...!

"Now, now... stick it in me! Stick it in my pussy, darling!" she mewled hoarsely, her voice cracking with the strength of her unspeakable emotions.

Danny fell forward, grasping at her naked hips for support, and his cock slithered deeply between the lust-splayed folds of her warm, tight-gripping twat... like a lineman's blind charge, his cock surged deeply into her belly, pushing aside the soft tender walls of her cunt like a hot knife through butter!

Outside, on the dark, chilly landing, the fortyish spinster school administrator looked in through the kitchen window in horrified amazement. She had her hand over her mouth to stifle the scream of unbelievable despair as she saw this naked boy stuff his long hard thing between Christine's buttocks cheeks... her Christine! Her buttocks cheeks!

Silently, unplanned and almost unnoticed, Nellie's other hand went up under her skirt and she furtively tore at her underpinnings, desperately searching for the hot hair-lined fissure of her lesbian pussy!

Groaning almost imperceptibly, she began to stroke it deftly, wriggling her fingers between her legs, beneath the crotch-band of her panties, though she had to half-squat to do it and her view was partially obscured.

Still she peered bug-eyed through the window, watching and rubbing herself anxiously as if she were looking in on one of those x-rated movies she had never dared to attend.

She hated that boy, she hated all of them... and even more she hated Christine for betraying her like this, like a she-bitch in heat! But she could not bear to take her eyes from this mesmerizing tableau of incredible lewdness... she knew she would watch until it was over, and then she would slip away quietly for home before any of the boys discovered her outside. She knew she would be risking exposure by staying, but she wanted to see... she wanted to see it all because she knew that soon enough she would have to confront her young friend with this lascivious knowledge, and she wanted all the facts... every single, lurid moment of this unspeakable gang-bang!

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"Aaaggghhhh! Yes, yes! It's so deep... soooo deeeepppp!" the hapless schoolteacher moaned, surrounded by her naked pupils and squirming like a hog on a pike as Danny fucked her with cruel, punishing strokes that bored hotly into her belly like a redhot poker. She could feel his thumbs as they tore into the sensitive flesh of her buttocks, opening them to give him full, skewering entry to the naked pussylips nestled below between her widely-splayed thighs.

The other boys leaned close, looking down at the pouting pinkish folds of her twat as her cunt gripped their bolder friend in a delicious pussygrip that brought grunts of pleasure to the young teenager as he frantically fucked his teacher with deep, ravishing thrusts boiling with adolescent fervor.

Christine's naked buttocks worked shamelessly back against him, writhing and grinding in tiny circles around the belly-deep length of Danny's pipe-hard cock.

Pete and Jerry watched in awe as the boy's long hard pole of flesh sawed in and out of her vagina, and on every back-thrust they could see the soft clinging flesh of her cunt as it squeezed eagerly around the blue-veined hardness of his virile young erection. Her naked pussy-lips seemed to be reluctantly letting their prize escape... only to draw him back into the seething heat of her womb with ravenous nibblings that brought groans of pleasure to the young boy.

Suddenly, he drew his lengthy erection completely from her vagina and Pete and Jerry came alive, eagerly hoping for a turn at this cock-hungry beautiful woman before they both awoke and discovered it was all a dream.

But it wasn't for them that Danny pulled his glistening, dripping weapon from the shameless depths of the blonde divorcee... he had his mind on something else, that taunting, winking little mouth of her anus!

He was heady with unaccustomed liquor and emboldened with his success thus far, and he knew what he wanted... he wanted to stick his aching cock right up her ass!


CHAPTER TWELVE

"Danny, p-please... not there, not there!" the naked blonde divorcee begged, cowering at the feet of her teenage lovers. "I can't take it there... I can't take it in my ass! You'll hurt me, Danny... you'll hurt me something awful!" The tears in her eyes and the tremor of dread in her voice told the young man that she wasn't kidding... her little brown-eye was cherry!

"Aw, shut up... you want this as much as I do!" he spat venomously, pulling her naked asscheeks so far apart that she winced in pain. Shit, I'm gonna' get some cherry ass fuckin'... Man, this is gonna' be great, just fuckin' great!

Christine started to squirm away on her knees, desperately trying to escape the unnatural ravishment of her rectum.

Danny gripped her even tighter and barked an order to his buddies, like a sergeant on maneuvers in the field. "Grab her... don't let her move! Hold her shoulders down and I'll do the rest!"

"Awwww, no, no!" she cried in debilitating shame as the other two teenagers pressed her breasts into the carpet, raising her naked behind like a red flag be fore a maddened bull. She could feel the cool rush of air as Danny pried her clenched buttocks-cheeks nakedly apart... she groaned pitifully as she sensed that first wanton, hard prodding of his virile young erection against the dread-puckered lips of her anus... and then he started to push!

"Unnggghhh! You're hurting me... hurting m-me..." Her voice trailed away to a hoarse, rasping whisper, drowned in the shame of her stinging tears as the husky young teenager began to sodomize her cruelly. His cock was wet and slippery from the warm moist juices of her twat and he entered her easily, the taut nether grip of her rectum sliding over the bloated head of his prick light a super-tight rubber!

He pushed harder and she began to buck and writhe hysterically as still another inch of steel-hard cock bored its way relentlessly into her asshole. She screamed again and again until the walls seemed to tremor with the intensity of her shame and hurtful ravishment... but still Danny pressed on, deeper between her nether cheeks as his long hard cock probed cruelly into her very bowels!

"Aaaagghhhh! It hurts... it hurts, Danny! God, take it out, take it out before I split down the middle!" she choked, but Pete and Jerry held her securely, their faces mirroring their uncertainty, but they had gone too far already to turn back now. Whatever the consequences, she was theirs!

"Hold her tight... it's a little dry!" she heard Danny say from behind her. Suddenly, his cock plopped out of her rectal tightness for hardly an instant and she cried out in surprise and humiliation as he crammed it only once between her pouting pussylips, wetting his glistening tool in the warm moistness of her twat.

"Now... it'll go in like butter!" And without further words, he shoved his cock to the hilt in her rectum, pushing deeply between her buttocks-cheeks this time until his balls slapped between her trembling girlish thighs and he could feel the moist fleshy lips of her cunt nibbling at his scrotum!

Her reaction was instinctive, not born out of reason... she tightened the muscles of her rectum, in an involuntary attempt to ward off this unnatural assault, but the tightening was only further incentive to the young teenager's sodomistic cravings... he started to fuck her now with long, punishing strokes, every single thrust sinking his prick to the balls in her tight, virginal asshole!

He looked down at her excitedly and saw the incredibly stretched lips of her anus as they ovaled hugely around the stiff rod of his erection. He could see the soft frail inner flesh of her rectum as it pulled out, clinging moistly like pink foam to the thick pole of his cock as it sawed in and out of her ass.

Christine could feel the familiar heated twitching deep in her loins and she knew, with sickening shame, that the rest would not be long in coming... Danny was turning her on with this vile, unnatural rape of her asshole! She was beginning to like it, despite the cruel stabbing pain!

Her nostrils flared as the breath hissed from her lungs, heated by the raging glow of passion that was reasserting itself in her quaking loins... she could sense a growing aura of rising desire, she could actually smell the furious heat of their bodies as they ground together in this lascivious act of sodomy!

Danny breathed through his clenched teeth as he fucked her again and again with deep, punishing thrusts; her asshole gripped him like a tight hot fist soaked in warmed butter, squeezing the full long length of his cock with incredible strength, milking the anxious surge of his orgasm up from his lust-swollen balls!

Christine's naked body, shuddering and quivering from the shame of her fastrising passion, glowed with a tempting sheen, moist and appealing from the all-over mist .'of her perspiration, like she had just stepped naked from a bath.

She groaned again, but this time not from the pain... instead, it was from the strengthening heat of her own naked lust! Her buttocks began a slow sensuous movement around the impaling rod of the teenager's long hard cock. The bruised and ravaged walls of her virginal rectum began to quiver and contract lewdly around the deep-skewering rigidity of the young boy's prick imbedded far up in her belly. Her whole body seemed to pulse and throb with some primeval, unheard rhythm... the savage tempo of her rising wanton desires!

She was moving back against him now, the other boys' grip on her shoulders loosened as there was no chance of her escaping now... she pushed back hard against his deep-thrusting young cock until she could feel the wispy curls of his pubic hair tickling the insides of her nether cheeks. Her asshole clenched around his prick in unspeakable desire... she had to have his cock! She needed his cock up her ass and she wouldn't stop working back against him until he shot his heavy rich cream right up her tail! "Hey, would you look at that!" Pete mouthed excitedly. "She's really starting to dig it! Look at her ass working... man, she's a real cock-lover, ain't she?!"

Christine barely perceived his words, though a faint blush of heat on her cheeks reminded her that perhaps she had some shred of decency and self-respect left. But these emotions were hardly felt... Christine was deep in the grip of a far stronger passion, the naked wanton hunger... for teenage cock!

Her mind was a whirling kaleidoscope of strange and perverted sensations... she imagined she was kneeling like this on a huge stage, like at a high school graduation, and out in the audience was a surging, milling mob of hundreds of virile young men, all of them wearing their caps and gowns and anxiously awaiting a place in the line that snaked toward her spotlighted altar on the stage... all of them waiting for a chance to throw open their robes and stuff her deliciously with their long virile cocks! Christine groaned incessantly now, a gurgling moan of savage passion spilling from her lips, over the tiny trace of blood where her sharp teeth had bitten in anguished desperation. She pushed back harder still, skewering herself so hurtfully on the long rock-hard pike of Dandy's cock that she cried out and grunted with every deep-thrusting stroke. Her asshole seemed a foot wide, stretched as it was around his hard-working prick, and she could feel every inch of him inside her, her naked rubbery rectum gripping him so tightly that she could even feel the tiny blue-veined ridges in his penis as it slid wetly in and out of her asshole, lubricated with her own vaginal flow!

Her perspiration dribbled lewdly down the upturned cleft of her buttocks, adding to the wetness of Danny's cock as it skewered her mercilessly. The added wetness seemed the lubricant he needed to get even deeper between her fleshy, firm nether cheeks.

Christine's groans turned to a higher-pitched cry of animalish arousal, and she began to frenziedly squirm and grind backwards at this unnatural, but wildly erotic ravishment of her buttocks. Her breasts swung free as she raised herself from the carpet, jiggling and dancing beneath her until Pete and Jerry each took one in their eager adolescent hands and squeezed them tightly as their buddy fucked her wildly dog-style! They could feel the heat of her rising lust in the hardened buds of her nipples, like tiny glowing coals against their palms as she ground back again and again onto Danny's deep-impaling cock!

Suddenly, she raised her head and the two boys could see her eyes were clenched tightly shut, her cheeks still moist with the salty tracks of her spent tears. Her mouth opened slightly and they could see her teeth, crisp and pearly white and her tongue working between them, hotly swiping over her parched lips.

"Ooooohhhh, damn, damn... yes, yes! I love it! I love your big dick in my ass! Fuck me, Danny lover, fuck me hard and make me cum! Make me scream, lover!" she gasped as the other boys watched her amazing transformation incredulously.

Pete wiggled around in front of her, his mind ripe with an explosively erotic notion, but one he would not forget until he tried it at least once... he would stick his dick in her mouth and make her suck it while Danny fucked her ass like a demon from behind!

Just the prospect of it, even if she refused, was enough to stiffen his cock to inhuman rigidity until it felt like it was on fire from the lust-heated blood that pumped along its seven-inch length.

Her mouth was half-open and her tongue was in one corner as he pushed his erection up against her lips and awaited her response, not daring to even breathe.

Christine's tear-flooded eyes opened just a little and she looked up to see the other boy kneeling over her. Her eyes closed again and a moan of naked submission rumbled in her chest as her lips ovaled invitingly and she took the knobbish head of his cock in her mouth, hotly laving it with her tiny pink tongue in a lingual massage of unfathomable lust!

"Look at her go! Shit, man, hurry up and let me at some of that!" Jerry exclaimed, his eyes bulging with disbelief as he saw the divorced schoolteacher gobble up his pal's long cock like frozen custard on a stick! He saw her tongue moving around in her cheek, bulging outward as it swirled incitingly around the boy's naked, throbbing erection.

"We'll save you some, Jerry... but I've got something better in mind... Pete, listen ..Christine strained for the words, but as the two virile, athletic young men screwed her deliciously as they spoke, she was unable to hear it all... just some garbled nonsense about... better that way... a real sandwich... sure, she'll love it..."

But then, Pete's prick slipped wetly from her lips as he rocked back on his knees. She opened her eyes in puzzlement just as Danny reached under her kneeling, submissive nakedness and grabbed both her breasts in a surprisingly powerful grip that made her wince with pain.

"Now, you guys, now! Lift her up... don't drop her on me or you'll break my joint off!" There was a coarse ripple of laughter and suddenly Christine felt as if she had been fired off into space and was floating around aimlessly, along with the satellites and the space junk. Her body was supported on six strong young hands and arms and she seemed to wheel head-over-heels before she even dared open her eyes... but when she did, she found it was no hallucination, they had turned her over expertly, Danny's cock still hugely imbedded in her rectum, and she was lying on her back on top of him, her legs nakedly splayed and the other two peering bug-eyed down between her unblemished bare thighs to where the pouting pink lips of her pussy gestured to them in a kiss of unspeakable passion!

Pete dropped to her loins in a supplicating gesture of desperation as his lips neared the pink trembling slit of her pussy.

"Fuck her, damn it... hurry it up!" Danny barked from beneath her, still cramming every inch of his long stiff dick into her rectum from below.

"I'm going to... but I want to kiss it first! It's the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen!" Pete confessed. He took the insides of her slender thighs in his hands and opened her up until the halves of her moist hair-shrouded cleft parted expectantly, exposing the quivering little pearl of her clitoris, lying there openly like a moistened marble glistening before them.

Dropping his face to her pussy-slit, he licked her hotly, his tongue swiping wetly along the damp, sweet-tasting fissure of her cunt as Danny's hardened erection bored into her just inches away. Pete seemed not to notice - or care! - the closeness of his buddy's hard-thrusting cock, for his tongue was all over her at once, hotly laving the moistly-steaming slit and flicking electrically over the pearl of her clitoris. She moaned everytime he touched her there and she shuddered as his long rough tongue swiped over the nerve-laden little bud.

Danny's hands were around her as he lay beneath her, his fingers kneading the soft warm flesh of her tits as his friend kissed her pussy and sent such chills racing along her bare spine that he could feel them from beneath her, like tickling ripples along his muscled belly.

"C'mon, Pete... get it in her! You can lick her pussy later, she won't care!" Danny shouted coarsely.

The other boy lifted his head from her crotch, his lips and cheeks wet with her warm pungence. He reached down to the seven-inch pole of his erection and eased it up to the pliant lips of her cunt... his cock-head moved them apart even wider and Pete felt a nibbling heat at his balls as he sank deliciously into the warm liquid depths of her belly in a single skewering thrust!

"Aaaaaggghhhh, yes, yes... you're both in me so beautifully! Yes, fuck me now with your hard long cocks!" she cried wantonly, her head flailing the young man beneath her and her hair spilling down onto his face. She could hear him panting and grunting beneath her as he pushed up with his muscled pelvis, skewering her like she was lying on a fence-post as his long hard cock bored relentlessly up into her belly.

She cried out, an inhuman gurgling groan, as Pete began to match his buddy's deep-fucking strokes inch for inch. If anything, Pete was even bigger, and she could feel him deep inside her, poking and prodding at her innermost secrets, perhaps deeper than anyone had ever fucked her!

She was nakedly sandwiched between them, sadistically impaled on both their long stiff cocks at once, one deeply burrowed between her flattened nether cheeks in an act of sadistic sodomization. The other, over half a foot long, was hotly skewering its way into the wet warm grip of her cunt, ravishing the soft fragile pinkness of her vagina!

Danny and Pete began to groan with the exquisite eroticism of this forbidden act. They could even each feel the other as they jointly thrust in and out of her love-tunnels, separated by just the thinnest membrane between her rectum and the heat of her cunt!

For the first few moments, she was buffeted like a rag doll between them. She groaned from the unnatural pain, but as they began to move into an unplanned kind of pagan rhythm, the sensuous tempo of mutual fucking, with separated, but equal strokes, made her gasp for air each time they struck home!

"Unngghhh... uunnggghhh! Yes, yes... fuck me hard! Hard! C'mon, fuck me!" she grunted as their deep strokes merged as one. It seemed she was being deliciously fucked by a two-pronged dick... the devil himself!

Christine moaned soulfully as the incredible heat of her ecstatic frenzy rose in her loins like someone was holding a blowtorch between her thighs. She moaned incessantly from the unspeakably wanton fucking the two young men were giving her... and young men they were, for there was no way Christine or anyone else could ever call these two boys. They were men, at least between their legs where it counted!

An animalish whine gurgled wetly in her parched throat. She groaned hurtfully from the combined forces of their writhing young torsos as they sandwiched her between them like so much bologna!

When Pete's hips left hers she could lift her head just enough to glance down between the jiggling, nipple-tipped mounds of her breasts to see the glistening hardness of his cock as it slithered in and out of her pussy. Her legs were widely splayed and her knees doubled back, her feet pointed at the ceiling as the young teenager fucked her, and she could see the soft pink pussyflesh of her twat being drawn out in warmly clinging folds as he slipped out of her before barreling down the ravaged tunnel of her pussy again.

It was impossible to see Danny, but she was certain he was there as he bored up savagely from under her, his cock like a hot fireplace poker crammed sadistically into her rectum. She was helpless between them, moaning and screaming with equal fervor, hardly able to breathe as she gasped for air between deep-skewering thrusts that brought her to the brink of wild, scratching and kicking orgasm!

Never in her life had she known such a moment... such a long, lingering instant of incredible erotic excitement as she felt now. In her jumbled and confused thoughts, she imagined some kind of pagan, godless purity in this act, to this moment of being fucked in both her love-orifices at once. And if she could have done it, she would have swallowed them up inside her, drawing them into her with just the strength of her naked feminine loins!

"Damn, I can't stand it, I can't stand it!" Jerry gasped somewhere over her, though she could not open her eyes to see. He was standing over her, looking down as his friends savagely fucked her, and watching the contortions of lust and agony on the naked schoolteacher's face. He began to masturbate - frantically - his back bent over and both his hands wildly pumping at the length of his erection... and still his two buddies skewered her again and again!

"That's it, Pete... throw the meat to her!" Danny coughed, lifting his head to peer around her slender nudity as his friend fucked her with long hard strokes.

"Let's give her something she won't forget... hard, Pete, hard! Fuck her pussy off, buddy!"

They bucked and writhed all around her as one, like a wild, perverted sex-machine gone haywire, cursing and sweating as they poured all of their combined young bodies into her in an act of incredible wantonness.

"Aaaaawwww, yesss... yessss!" was all Christine could manage, nearly insane with their deliciously erotic fucking. Just a little more... a little more and she'd go up the wall!

Suddenly, Danny beneath her began to make strange guttural noises and his humping became so frantic that she started to bounce up and down on top of him as his back arched completely off the floor. But still he held back... he was waiting for her to cum! Christine's arms encircled the teenager on top of her and her nails ripped at his back as Jerry looked down on the three of them. Her eyes were closed but her eyelids fluttered as a low soulful moan of rising orgasm gurgled from her throat. She pulled him down onto her, kissing him full on the lips, sticking her tongue into his mouth and tasting his saliva as she gripped him with her thighs, her ankles locked around him as Danny fucked her on and on from beneath, his long hard cock half a foot deep in her asshole!

Suddenly, she was like a hapless climber tumbling from the mountain precipice... over she fell and there was no stopping her as she spilled into the depthless chasm of her depraved climax!

"God! God... I'm... I'M CUUMMM-IIINNNGGG! I'M CUMMMIIINNGG!"

She was screaming now at the top of her lungs and she didn't care who heard her. Let the neighbors break in, let the police charge in with their guns drawn... she'd take them all on now, so wildly enraged was her naked lust! Nothing could have stopped her from reaching her treasured, sought-after orgasm now... nothing!

Her eyes opened for an instant, like from a dream, and across the room, through the darkened kitchen, she imagined she saw someone watching. It was a strangely familiar face, the hardened almost masculine features weirdly known to her. And then suddenly, she realized too late that this was no dream... it was Nellie Jones peering in from outside! Nellie was watching all of this!

But it was too late for Christine... a few minutes earlier, she might have stopped, but now she was like a runaway truck roaring downhill... there was no stopping her!

She felt her womb flower around the teenager's deep-probing prick, opening hotly around his naked erection and then tightening with exquisite pressure as he groaned and began to ejaculate... great, bullet-like spurts that ricocheted deeply into her belly and sloshed around inside her as it seemed he gushed on and on until quarts of rich, young cum sloshed in her insides!

Danny was an instant behind, gushing up like a warm thick fountain of cream that fired straight up her rectum and dribbled back down obscenely to ooze from around his deflating cock and flood onto the carpet.

Pete lifted his weight off of her and she managed a quick furtive breath before she looked up... there over her was another cock, another six inches of hard young manhood as Jerry masturbated above her face. Until... suddenly, he came as well, like his more fortunate pals, a gushing flood of sperm that lashed at her face like summer rain, warm and soothing. It splattered over her face and cheeks and already the embarrassed teenager was beginning to apologize shamefully.

But Christine shushed him and smiled, licking the dribbled stickiness from her cheeks and lips with her tongue... 'and it tasted as good as she expected. A tender, sweet taste that lingered in her mouth and throat... and Christine Kelly knew it was a taste she was destined to sample again. And again and again and again!

When she dared open her eyes and lift her head, there was no one at the kitchen window. She rose unsteadily, first pulling herself free of Danny's half-erect young cock with a lewd plopping noise as her rectum reluctantly freed its prize.

She crossed to the window slowly, her knees wobbly beneath her. There was no one outside and for a moment she thought... she prayed... that it was only her imagination.

But then, just as she was walking away from the window, she heard a car start up and she looked down at the street just in time to see Nellie's familiar sedan drive away into the night. It disappeared around the corner in a burst of angry, reckless driving.

Tears returned once again to her eyes, for she had not been able to cry since this all began. She looked back into the living room to where the three teenagers sat sprawled on the carpet, all of them spent and exhausted, but watching her to see if there was any hint of a signal... was it over? Would she do something stupid like calling the police? Would she scream for help?

Christine grinned impishly and went back to her young stud friends. Tonight came first, even with the promise of being fired facing her in the morning... there would be time tomorrow for worrying. Tonight she had all the young hard cock she wanted and she didn't aim to see it wasted!


CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Christine awoke with a start, disoriented, and lifted her head from her pillow. She was alone... finally, though the apartment bore mute evidence to the goings-on of last night.

A spent whisky bottle was on the dining table, and beside it were the emptied beer cans Pete had guzzled, most of them crushed in a pre-dawn exhibition of teenage strength. Cigarette butts and droppings were everywhere, and the carpet... well, it would have to either be cleaned or burned before anyone saw it.

Her first emotions were lighthearted, a lingering effect of the wild fucking the three young men had given her. But she quickly remembered the car she had seen leaving, and the face at the window, and her mood sank rapidly into the depths of grayest depression.

She was completely naked, her whole body bruised and tender, especially her nipples and the expanse of flesh between her navel and the small of her back. Her anus was raw and sore.

She found her dressing gown, but first had to gingerly remove a pair of undershorts (whose she couldn't guess) before she could make her way cautiously to the front door... the buzzer ringing now for the third time and the readiest explanation for her sudden awakening.

Hurrying past the bathroom, she splashed some water on her face and pushed her hair back with her hands. She glanced in the mirror and was surprised to see that she did not look tired and haggard at all, but rather, seemed renewed... as if her batteries had been recharged!

"Coming! Just a minute!" she shouted. Her heart rose at the prospect of seeing Danny and his wonderful friends again, but she was not to be so blessed.

There was a painfully prim young girl standing in the corridor, one she recognized from school. Her name was Ellen and she worked part-time in Nellie Jones' office. Everyone knew she was secretly being groomed for greater things. She was immaculately dressed in clothes much too formal for a high school senior. Her hair was pulled back severely and tiny old-maid's glasses, like Nellie Jones sometimes wore, perched on her angular nose. She could have been a pretty girl if she could only loosen up.

"Yes... what can I do for you?" Christine asked, managing a smile. But Ellen did not even look her in the eye; instead, she handed the schoolteacher a folded slip of stationery... Nellie's own letterhead.

Christine opened it and read the terse note inside... Come to my office at once to discuss recent developments. N. Jones! Even an exclamation mark at the end.

Christine was tempted to laugh and tear the note to shreds while Ellen watched, but she was afraid the dear little thing would have a heart attack.

Instead, she nodded. "Thank you, Ellen... that will be all." She closed the door promptly before the young girl could protest, but saw that she was peering curiously around the room with bug-eyed wonderment... Hmm, maybe there's hope for that girl yet, if Nellie doesn't get her claws set in her flesh!

She went to the window and drew the shades. Across the town square, she could see the edge of downtown, and the storefront pinball parlor where she guessed Danny and his friends would be if they had managed to drag themselves out of bed yet.

Further in the distance was the brick clock tower of the high school. She felt a brief pang of remorse as she realized she would probably never enter there again... or any other school, as any hopes for remaining a teacher were effectively dashed last night.

She tore the note into pieces and spilled them on the carpet where Nellie would be sure to find them when she came looking for her errant teacher. In the mirror, a cheerful young woman looked out at her, an impish grin turning the corners of her pretty mouth. She felt strangely exuberant, as if a heavy weight had been taken from her back. Now she could run and be free again.

Absently, she started to throw her clothes into her suitcases, still lined against the wall as if she had secretly known all along that she would leave the way she had come... furtively, in great haste.

She could see the morning clear and bright outside as she gathered her things for the trip... to where? That didn't matter... there were places out there, cities with real people and night-life and action. And so what if she could never teach again? There were other jobs... and most important...

... there were thousands of young virile men out there, all of them waiting for her! Thousands of hard young cocks... this was no day for mourning, it was a whole new beginning!


The End