A+ From Teacher
by Elizabeth Watson 


FOREWORD 

Among practicing psychiatrists today, there can be little argument against 
the theory that illusion plays a major part in our daily existence. Fleeting 
illusions stimulate the mind, prompting us to reach beyond the boundaries of 
the actual world. In this era of mass communication, we are bombarded with 
artificial reality and encouraged, through advertisements for every 
imaginable type of commercial product, to indulge our most frivolous whims 
to achieve our dream concerning ourselves and the world in which we live. In 
magazines and movies, it is subtly and endlessly suggested that the most 
romantic of daydreams can be turned into sweet reality if only one is 
willing to expend the effort, the cash, the time, the faith ... if only one 
would believe that the sometimes harshness of reality can be conquered and 
forgotten. 

There are few psychiatrists who would disagree, as well, with the idea that 
this eternal search for the unattainable ideal is a major cause for mental 
breakdowns, particularly among women, the prime target of the current 
commercial propaganda. 

Such a victim is Jessica Morton, a beautiful and desirable teacher whose 
life is marked only by her continued mourning for a love lost when she was a 
schoolgirl. In this exciting new novel, A+ From Teacher, author Elizabeth 
Watson follows the history of this woman as she struggles to make her 
illusions reality, only to find herself forced into a seemingly endless 
journey into the depths of lust and human debasement. After years of longing 
for a boy twenty years dead, Jessica encounters an innocent youngster whose 
superficial resemblance to her late beloved severs the lovely teacher's weak 
grip on reality. Lost in a dream of memories, Jessica wantonly seduces the 
boy who is young enough to be her own child, only to realize what she has 
done when it is too late, when the vicious processes of blackmail have been 
inadvertently set in motion by a schoolgirl, lost in puppy love for the 
teenage boy. Reality is brutally returned to Jessica as older students and, 
finally, her closest colleague, wreak harsh vengeance on her body for her 
breach of a teacher's trusted position. It is only when she has survived 
more shattering disillusionments than she ever suspected to exist that she 
gradually begins to understand what it is to leave childhood for the greater 
risks and rewards of a mature life. 

We, the Publishers, are proud and delighted to present this new and 
boldly-detailed masterwork to our readers. It is a novel that fearlessly 
follows our tradition of powerful and exciting fiction, and we are sure that 
A+ From Teacher will find an honored place on the bookshelves of all who 
enjoy it, not only for its profound perceptions, but also for the honest, 
lusty manner in which Miss Watson describes the lives and needs of its 
characters. There is no end to the education of existence, and we heartily 
recommend this book to mature, adult-minded readers as a small education in 
itself. 

The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

"Damn, Jessie, this is just the finest weather for baseball I've ever seen," 
Fred Avery said disgustedly as he tilted back his blonde head and gazed up 
at the sunshine streaming through the skylight in the ceiling into the high 
school gymnasium. "So why are we keeping the kids inside on a day like 
this?" 

A few feet away, Jessica Morton shrugged her slender shoulders and then 
leaned back against the green-tiled wall with a look of resignation in her 
wide brown eyes. "I don't know, Fred. Ask the Board of Education," she 
sighed unhappily. "I haven't got anything against dancing lessons, but why 
don't they give them in sex education classes or something? It's a crime, 
making us gym teachers teach growing kids to dance when they should be 
outside running around in the fresh air!" 

The husky, light-haired man stared quizzically at Jessica for a moment, 
surprised at the angry vehemence in her usually gentle voice, and then his 
craggily handsome face broke into a warm smile. There was one thing he and 
the lovely brunette woman had always shared during the years they had been 
teaching the high school physical education classes, and that was a 
passionate love of strenuous outdoor sports. Every year, around March, when 
the heavy snows of the Oregon winter began to melt a bit from Green Valley, 
he and Jessie would sit in a local coffee shop and lovingly plan out the 
spring classes baseball, soccer, track competitions, anything that would 
take them out of the gymnasium and into the green fields that surrounded the 
school building. 

"Well, we've still got six weeks of school after we finish the six weeks of 
dancing," he glumly noted. "We can get outside then, unless the board has 
another bright idea, like having a chess tournament or something...." 

Jessica's dark eyes grew round with dismay. "Oh, Fred, don't even think of 
such a thing! If I have to wear these darned skirts for longer than six 
weeks, I'll go insane. I can't move in them!" she cried as she angrily 
swiped her hand over the short skirt of her red cotton dress. 

""Well, what about me in this funeral outfit?" her blonde associate laughed 
as he looked down at his gray summer-weight suit. "By God, we look like a 
couple of dancing teachers, don't we?" 

Jessica scowled indignantly at him for a moment, and then the frown slowly 
left her face. In another moment, the shapely brunette was quietly 
chuckling. Her amused gaze took in his chunky, muscular form, so obviously 
out of place in the double-breasted business suit he was wearing, and she 
began to laugh even harder as she imagined how uncomfortable she must look 
in the prim, shirtwaist dress she had bought several years ago because she 
had needed something to wear to church. Except for a few Parent-Teacher 
Association meetings, she didn't think that either of them had seen the 
other in anything but shorts or slacks in all the time they had run the 
physical education department together. In a way, it was terribly funny. 

Fred laughed with her, pleased to see the expression of angry disappointment 
leave her face for the first time since the school board had informed them 
of the new course to be taught this spring. His blue eyes lingered 
affectionately on her finely-sculpted features, drinking in the beauty of 
her dark, sparkling eyes and her soft, rosy lips, curving sweetly now with 
her chuckles. He could barely believe that this woman was his own age, 
thirty-eight years old. Not a line or wrinkle marred the smooth ivory sheen 
of her complexion, and the features of her lovely face were perfect, almost 
too perfect to be real. Yet, her face was made human and wildly appealing by 
the intense warmth that radiated from her thickly-lashed golden brown eyes. 

Yes, he thought wistfully, Jessica was going to be quite a catch when she 
finally decided to settle down with a man. He allowed his blue-eyed gaze to 
travel quickly over the rest of her form, appearing unusually soft and 
feminine today in the crimson dress she was wearing. The tight red bodice 
artlessly accentuated the high-set generous curve of her rounded breasts and 
under the fabric, he could almost make out the light delineation of her 
slender rib cage, tapering smoothly down to a tiny, girlish waist and flat, 
smooth stomach. The soft folds of the full skirt clung lovingly to her 
gently sloping hips, swirling out as she moved over the breath-taking 
curvature of her buttocks. Below the short hem, her legs were long tapering 
columns of satiny flesh ending in thin well-formed ankles and tiny feet. 

As he gazed at her, the blonde gym teacher felt a thrill of warmth begin to 
surge through his groin, and he reluctantly tore his eyes from the 
enchanting sight of his friend and associate turning suddenly to push a 
piece of gym equipment to another position along the wall. A moment later, 
he breathed a little sigh of relief as he felt the pulsing bulge in the 
crotch of his trousers cease its throbbing and shrink back to its normal 
size. When he turned back to face her, he found Jessica staring at him 
curiously. 

"Hey, Coach, don't you get moody now," she said jokingly, stepping up to 
place a hand on his broad shoulder. The sweet, concerned expression on her 
face showed that she had no idea of the brief discomfort she had caused him. 
"I know you hate this as much as I do, but we'll get through it somehow. You 
know, I used to be a pretty good dancer, as a matter-of-fact." 

"I'll bet you still are, Jessie," he smiled, relieved that the crisis had 
past so quickly. Though it happened often enough, Fred never stopped being 
embarrassed by his body's reaction to the gorgeous brunette's presence. 
Countless nights he had lain awake in his bachelor's apartment, trying to 
figure out how to tell the dark-eyed gym teacher how much he loved her, but 
always something held him back from going through with it. There was 
something about her, some cold quality in her nature, that kept all men at a 
distance. As long as he had known her, Jessie had never kept a boy friend 
more than one or two dates. It was a damned waste, he mused, and then 
quickly checked the big clock at the end of the gymnasium. There were three 
minutes before the class-change bell was due to ring, probably five before 
any students would arrive in the gym. It was more than enough time for a 
little spin around the "ballroom," he decided with a grin beginning on his 
handsome face. 

"What are you doing, Fred?" Jessica demanded in astonishment a moment later 
as she saw him walk over to the portable record player they had set up in 
the corner and turn it on. "The kids won't be here for another five minutes 
at least." 

"I know," he said cheerfully as he carefully placed the needle on a band of 
the long-playing record. Then, rapidly walking back to her, he held out his 
arms. "I just thought we should have a little practice run. You may be a 
great dancer, but I'm not exactly Arthur Murray. How about a little 
brush-up, Coach?" 

"Well, all right," she hesitantly agreed, taken aback by his unexpected 
request. With a start, she suddenly realized that it had been a long time 
since she had danced and, as the soft strains of a Viennese waltz began to 
fill the huge tiled room, she slipped uncertainly into his muscular arms. 

They moved awkwardly at first. It had been more years than she cared to 
remember since Jessica had allowed herself to be taken into a man's arms 
and, throughout the first few bars of the waltz, she instinctively held 
herself away from Fred's broad chest, holding her voluptuous body rigid in 
his circling arm. Then, gradually, she began to relax and follow his careful 
steps. After all, she reminded herself, she had worked with Fred for years 
and had never found any reason to distrust him. By this time, she would 
certainly know if his intentions were anything but merely friendly. 

Jessica suppressed an involuntary shiver as she thought of the kind of men 
who used to ask her out on dates, the type of men who had finally driven her 
to the firm decision that she would rather live alone forever, with only the 
memory of her first love for company, than suffer through anymore of those 
so-called "dates". There were too many men in the world who regarded an 
attractive, single woman as nothing more than a good-looking body for a 
quick, loveless session of sexual thrills. She had been hurt too many times, 
humiliated and frightened, when a casual invitation to a movie or dinner had 
turned out to be a gruesome wrestling match, with her honor and self-respect 
always at stake as the prize. 

The soft sounds of the recorded music seemed absurdly out of place in the 
high school gymnasium and yet the waltz began to soothe her, calming her 
fears until she began to glide easily over the polished floor, following 
Fred's steps with natural grace. Her head rested lightly against his 
shoulder and she chastised herself for being silly enough to be apprehensive 
about Fred. God knows, he was probably the best friend she had, invariably 
cheerful and kind through the years, even when the stress of her 
self-imposed loneliness sometimes made her snappy and rude. And before she 
had given up on finding a good man, she had occasionally come into school in 
the morning, shaken and nervous from a date the night before, and he had 
always gone out of his way to make her a cup of instant coffee, telling her 
with a grin that she should get to bed earlier. 

What Fred didn't know, and what she could barely explain to herself, was 
that it was not only the physical exhaustion of a late unpleasant night ... 
that would fade after a few hours of sleep. The thing that left her shaken 
for days afterward was the unexpectedly powerful desires that such masculine 
contact would always kindle within her body, despite her mind's revulsion at 
what was happening. Strange ungovernable feelings had run wildly through her 
love-neglected body at times like that, feelings that she always associated 
with Danny, her high school sweetheart, before he had left for army training 
camp. It seemed almost obscene that she could not help feeling the same way 
with the hot-eyed, heavy-handed men who had asked her out since Danny had 
gone away and never come back. Rather than submit to something for which she 
knew she would always be sorry, she had simply stopped dating a few years 
ago, when she had given up the hope that another handsome boy-man like Danny 
would come along to love her in the same sweetly exciting manner she had 
enjoyed with her youthful lover. 

Had she not been so busy with her studies in college and later with the 
rewarding work of teaching youngsters how to use and enjoy their bodies 
through sports, Jessie knew she might have had a serious psychological 
breakdown after receiving the news that Danny had been killed in Korea. Not 
that she didn't still think of her wonderful teenage lover now and again, 
but her work with the children had helped to keep her going. Through the 
years she had found her students to be so charming and innocent, so 
different from the many men who had pursued her since college, always 
insisting that she give into their selfish desires, telling her that she had 
nothing to lose once her virginity was gone. What she had always been 
tempted to tell those men was that it wasn't merely a matter of her virtue, 
but of fidelity as well. Though Danny had been dead for almost twenty years 
now, he still lived in her mind. There were nights sometimes when she 
cuddled against the softness of her pillow and she could almost feel the 
smooth warmth of Danny's youthful body lying next to hers, just the way it 
was so many years ago. No one would ever be able to take his place, despite 
the way her rebellious body might respond to another man's touch. 

"You follow nicely, Coach," a deep voice suddenly whispered in her ear. 
"Amazing the way an old maid like you can still respond to a man's touch," 

Startled by the way Fred's chance words had echoed her own secret thoughts, 
Jessica stiffened and pulled her head back to stare searchingly into his 
blue eyes. To her relief, she found nothing in his expression but friendly 
good humor, and she chuckled self-consciously at her own needless 
suspicions. 

"An old maid?" she countered playfully. Pulling free of his arms, she took a 
step back and stood with her hands on her hips, eyeing him in mock 
indignation. "If I'm an old maid, what does that make you, friend?" 

Fred looked tenderly at the beautiful woman standing a few feet away, 
wondering if she had any idea of how much he loved her. At last he shook his 
head and shrugged, "I don't know, Jessie. A dirty old man, maybe?" 

Then, suddenly, as he gazed deeply into the liquid depths of her golden 
brown eyes, the blonde man was unable to control his emotions any longer. 
With a barely audible gasp, he stepped toward her, slipping his arms around 
her tiny waist to pull her close to his chest. His hungry mouth found her 
lips open in astonishment at his unexpected action, and he pressed down on 
them, drinking deeply of the sweetness that had tortured his sleepless 
nights for so many years. 

Too shocked to struggle, Jessica did not resist the warmth of his embrace 
until the eagerness of his tongue stabbing demandingly between her parted 
lips made her realize what was happening to her. Then, she shoved him 
violently away from her. 

"Fred Avery, what on earth's gotten into you?" she demanded in angry 
astonishment. With nervously shaking hands, she smoothed her short dark 
curls in place around her face as she gazed up at him in hurt disbelief. "I 
... never thought that you ... w-would..." 

Fred was aghast with surprise as he saw her full lower lip begin to quiver 
and tears begin to sparkle in her amber eyes. Much as he cared for this 
aloof beautiful woman and desperately desired to feel the warmth of her body 
against his own, the kiss he had stolen was not worth knowing he had driven 
her to the point of crying. For the first time, it occurred to him that the 
always-cool Jessica might be vulnerable and perhaps even a little afraid of 
being touched by a man. It made no sense to him, especially not now, a mere 
moment after he had felt her melt warmly against him, enjoying his kiss 
before she thought about what he was doing ... but then he never had 
understood her strange up and down moods. He supposed there was nothing to 
do now but comfort her and try to apologize. 

"Hey, there, Coach, I was only showing you how a dirty old man acts," he 
explained gruffly, trying to smile through his own embarrassment. He placed 
his big hands gently on her shoulders as he added, "It was only a little 
kiss between dancing teachers, nothing to get so upset about...." 

Jessica's lithe body quivered like a flame in the red dress and her wide 
brown eyes shot topaz sparks of fury as she heard his words. "Is that so, 
Fred?" she snapped. "Well, I thought you knew better than that ... knew me 
better than that! I'm not ... I c-can't just ... " Her thick sable eyelashes 
fluttered rapidly as she fought to hold back the hot tears that were 
threatening to overflow down her cheeks. 

"You can't just do what, honey?" Fred asked patiently. His concerned eyes 
searched her face for a clue to her thoughts as he softly said, "Tell me 
what's troubling you, Jessie." 

"There's nothing troubling me," she said with attempted firmness. But her 
trembling voice betrayed her and suddenly she began to sob openly. "Oh, 
Fred, I can't tell you it's such a long, sad story. You w-wouldn't 
understand. M-men n-never ... " Her words were lost in a heaving rush of 
sobs that wracked her entire body. 

"Try me, Coach," he gently insisted. 

Jessica heard the tender interest in his voice and her misery seemed to ease 
as she realized that Fred truly did care about her as a person, not just as 
a piece of female flesh to be enjoyed and then forgotten like yesterday's 
dinner meat. For the first time in all the years she had known him, she 
began to look at him as a true friend. 

She gazed at him thoughtfully, speculative and a little fearful as she tried 
to judge the secret character of the person she had always distrusted a bit 
just because he was a man. She felt a huge weight lift from her shoulders as 
she suddenly realized that there was truly no need to be afraid of Fred. He, 
of all people, would be willing to understand about her past and the way she 
lived with it still, day and night, and how she could never love anything 
more than the memory of the youth she had loved when she was only a girl. 
Smiling openly at him through the hot, salty tears that still filled her 
eyes, she deliberately wiped her damp cheeks and then, as her lips slowly 
parted to speak, a loud clatter of footsteps filled the gymnasium, drowning 
out the last strains of the waltz on the record player. 

"Wow, guys, look at the coach over there!" a young male voice carried loudly 
across the huge tiled room. "Hey, Mr. Avery, where'd you steal them imagine 
duds?" 

Fred almost groaned aloud in frustration as he saw Jessica's face rapidly 
resume its usual expression of cool disinterest after the wonderful change 
he had seen only a few moments past. He glanced irritably in the direction 
of the small group of boys who were clowning inside the gymnasium doorway, 
but his vision was still filled with remembrance of the beautiful smile 
Jessie had shown him just before the students had come stampeding into the 
room. Without even looking at her again, Fred knew that he had lost the 
unexpected moment of closeness with her, that the fleeting moment of trust 
had slipped right through his fingers. His broad shoulders lumped downward 
in angry dejection as he wondered if he would ever again find that warm 
woman hidden behind Jessie's outward mask of cool self restraint. In a voice 
sharp with disappointment, he bellowed across the room, "Just keep it quiet 
over there, men. This isn't a football practice!" 

"Too bad, ain't it!" another deeper young voice rose from the group of 
youngsters. "The way Miss Morton looks in that red dress, I wouldn't mind 
tackling her a bit." 

"Davies, I said that's enough!" Fred roared, glowering toward the doorway 
and the burly dark -haired boy whose cocky grin proclaimed his guilt of the 
brazen statement. The blonde teacher would have said more to the 
unrepentantly smiling youth, but at that moment a giggling bevy of girls 
swept into the gymnasium, chattering and shrieking with embarrassment at the 
sight of the male students they would have to dance with that day. He turned 
away from the sudden reminder of the dancing classes he would be teaching, 
just in time to see Jessica, her face flaming, lifting the needle from the 
record that had stopped playing a few moments before. Suddenly the whole 
scene began to exasperate him and, with a shrug of his shoulders, he turned 
on his heel and strode through the door that led into his private office. 
Jessica could get the students organized, he fumed angrily, and let him know 
when she was ready to begin these ridiculous classes. 

The shapely brunette teacher was barely aware that her colleague had left 
the gym until she heard the bell ring for class to begin. Then with her 
usual efficiency, she ordered the students to line up at the sides of the 
room, boys on the left, girls on the right. The youngsters had no idea of 
what she was really planning until she told them to pair up with the girl or 
boy opposite them on the floor. There was much giggling and skittering to 
different positions in the line as she gave the command, but once the 
youngsters were paired off, Jessie noted with satisfaction that not one of 
the girls or boys was without a partner and all had been spared the 
embarrassment of actually choosing one. 

Fred had still not emerged from his office, and Jessica was beginning to be 
a little annoyed that he was leaving her alone with the unpleasant task of 
the dancing lessons. She was also a bit embarrassed about all that had 
happened before class started and rather than face him to summon him out, 
she decided to choose one of the boys to help her demonstrate the first 
dance, the basic two-step. 

"Everybody quiet now," she announced with a sympathetic smile for those of 
the youngsters who groaned as they realized that the dancing was about to 
begin. "I need a volunteer to help me show the first dance." 

As she spoke, her brown eyes roamed over the faces of the boys, trying to 
find one who would not be too humiliated by having to come up before his 
friends and dance with the gym teacher. Some of the younger boys seemed 
petrified at the prospect of holding a girl in their arms for the first time 
in their lives, and even the older youths appeared a bit uncomfortable at 
being forced to dance in front of their friends with girls they hardly knew. 
No one of them seemed sufficiently at ease to bring to the head of the class 
for a demonstration, and Jessica certainly didn't want some lad, clumsy with 
embarrassment, tromping all over her toes. She had almost decided to forget 
her personal feelings and call Fred from his office, when her gaze locked on 
a slim, tow-headed youth who stood shyly on the far side of the room, his 
eyes averted from the pretty redheaded girl who was his partner. For a long, 
breathless moment, Jessica could not tear her eyes away from the youngster's 
sweet innocent-looking face with its dark-blue eyes and spattering of golden 
freckles across the nose. There was something ... something about him... 

Then, suddenly, the lovely brunette gasped and swayed on her feet as a wave 
of dizziness swept over her. It was all she could do to keep from dashing 
across the gymnasium and crushing the youngster into her long-empty arms. It 
was Danny! Her long-dead love was right there, among her students, and she 
felt herself blushing hotly as the slender boy's eyes lifted and looked back 
at her uncertainly. Then her heart fell as he quickly looked away again with 
no sign of recognition in his blue eyes. 

"Are you all right, Jessie?" Fred's anxious voice came from beside her as a 
steadying hand suddenly gripped her left elbow. "I just came out of my 
office and you looked like you were about to fall over." 

"What? Oh, Fred ... yes, I'm fine," she breathed weakly as she reluctantly 
pulled her gaze away from the blonde youngster to meet the worried eyes of 
her fellow teacher. "I ... I was just about to come and get you to help me." 

"Great. I wouldn't want to have to do these damned dancing classes by myself 
either," he replied, obviously relieved by her answer. "Well, shall we get 
started, Jessie? First we have the two-step, right?" 

The beautiful dark-haired woman stared at him for a moment, her dazed mind 
barely comprehending his words, and then she abruptly nodded her head. "Yes, 
let's get started right away. Why ... why don't you dance with that little 
redhead over there and I'll work with her partner." 

"What redhead?" he demanded. "I thought we would show them together..." 

But his words were wasted, unheard by Jessica as she strode purposely across 
the gymnasium toward the teenaged couple who were standing on the other side 
of the room. In fact, the shapely teacher was aware of nothing but the 
fair-haired youngster who, like the other students, was beginning to fidget 
nervously waiting for the class to begin. Her heart was beating wildly 
beneath her red dress and as she neared the boy, she stared disbelieving at 
his face. It was Danny! Oh God! It was her Danny! 

Though she knew it was absurd to even think of such a thing, she could not 
rid her mind of the thought that he had finally returned to her after all 
these years. For the first time since she had received the news of his death 
in the Korean conflict, she began to feel girlish and young again. Subtle 
changes were taking place in her body as she drew closer to the youngster 
who was the exact image of the wonderful boy she had loved almost two 
decades before. She was sharply aware of the way the youth's blue eyes shyly 
observed her full proud breasts thrusting out against the tightly fitting 
bodice of her red dress and the feminine sway of her hips under the 
full-swinging skirt, and suddenly she was very happy that she had worn a 
dress to school that day instead of her usual black shorts and tennis shoes. 
With a strange, almost forgotten kind of excitement, she returned his stare, 
letting her eyes linger on the unruly shock of wheat-colored hair that hung 
over his eyes, then on the supple frame that still carried some of the 
awkwardness of adolescence. 

After what seemed like an eternity of walking through the pairs of 
youngsters across the polished wooden floor, she halted abruptly before the 
blonde youngster and his auburn-haired partner. It was a moment before the 
teacher could find the words to speak, and then she turned to the pretty 
young girl who was smiling brilliantly toward her. "Would you please go over 
to Mr. Avery, um ... Angie?" she said stumblingly, barely able to remember 
the name of the redheaded youngster she had been teaching all winter. "You 
will dance with him and I'll ... I'll work with your friend here, okay?" 

Jessie was astounded at the weak, tremulous sound of her own voice, but she 
was even more surprised when she saw the smile fall from her young pupil's 
face. The buxom young teenager stared up at her with stricken eyes, all her 
former gaiety gone in the space of a second. 

"Please, Miss Morton, c-could you pick someone else," she whispered, 
stepping closer to the teacher so that the boy could not overhear what she 
said. "I ... I really want to dance with Darrel. I don't know him, but I 
like him an awful lot." 

Jessica smiled in instinctive sympathy with Angie's expression of young 
love, knowing so well how strong it could be, before she suddenly realized 
that this pert-faced young girl was trying to come between her and the slim 
blonde boy who had captured her own interest. She remembered seeing Angie 
walking and laughing with several of the older boys in the school, 
sophisticated seniors who all had cars and usually plenty of money and 
experience with girls. The thought made her wonder if perhaps Angie weren't 
trying to make one of her other boy friends jealous, or worse, if the cute 
little student wasn't just trying to conquer another heart the way shallow 
youngsters sometimes do. The thought abruptly infuriated Jessica, and she 
stepped back away from the girl, her eyes stern and disapproving. 

"Don't be silly, Angie," she said, loudly enough for the students around 
them to hear. "We're trying to conduct a class, not a lonely hearts club. 
Now, please go back to Mr. Avery." 

On the other side of the gymnasium, Fred frowned and shook his head as he 
saw the sweet-faced girl wince in humiliation and whirl around to hurry 
across the room to where he was standing. Even the other students seemed 
disturbed and confused by what had taken place. He saw Jessica take the 
blonde boy's hand in a gesture that somehow seemed too intimate for the high 
school physical education class, and he quickly turned to start the record 
player going again. 

'All right, ladies and gentlemen, he announced brusquely with a brief smile 
for the young girl who now stood nervously beside him. "First the basic 
two-step. Watch carefully what I do!" 

Jessie caught his words and, despite her tender fascination with the boy who 
stood at her right shoulder, collected her thoughts enough to demonstrate 
the simple step in time to the music that emerged from the battered school 
record player. Then, as she saw Fred invite the little redhead to help him 
do it a second time, she joyfully whirled to face the blonde youth beside 
her. 

"Would you like to try it with me, Darrel?" she asked as she stared raptly 
up into the innocent blue eyes of the tall, slim boy. She was pleased with 
herself for remembering the name Angie had said, and she gaily held her arms 
out to the youngster. "It's very easy, believe me." 

"Yes, ma'am," Darrel nodded uncertainly, his eyes troubled as he noticed his 
other classmates all staring to see how the step was done. "I'm not sure I 
can do it right...." 

"Of course you can," Jessie laughed, feeling as young and giddy as a 
youngster herself. As he stepped reluctantly forward, she hungrily drew his 
smooth young body into her arms and began to move with the music, whispering 
softly, "One ... two ... one ... two ... there you've got it ... two ... 
one..." 

"Wow, this is a cinch," the boy muttered gratefully into her ear as he 
quickly picked up the rhythmic movement and fell into step with her. His 
right arm that had been limp with nervousness at first gradually tightened 
around her waist as they moved gracefully around the corner of the room. 

Fred, who had been watching them carefully as he and Angie slowly achieved 
co-ordination with each other, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Jessie 
again appearing normal and well in control of the situation. For a moment, 
he had been worried about what was going on in the beautiful woman's mind, 
but now the worst thing that was happening in the room was the way his own 
little copper-haired partner was glaring so jealously at the boy who was 
dancing with Jessica. 

"All right now," he shouted again. "We'll rest while the rest of you give it 
a whirl!" 

Angie sprang quickly out of his arms, thoroughly relieved to be out of the 
limelight, and the other students started to dance. Fred smiled as he saw 
them struggle with the awkwardness of the dance they were learning, then 
rapidly become familiar with the movement. He stepped out onto the floor to 
assist a student here and there who had gotten the wrong idea of how the 
step was done and, as he was demonstrating it once again to a couple who had 
seemed to be doing something like a-hop-and-a-jump step, he glanced beyond 
the girl's blushing face to see how Jessie was faring with the students on 
the other side of the gym. 

To his amazement, she was still gliding in the arms of the tow-headed 
youngster, apparently oblivious to the class that was going on around them! 
The beautifully rounded body that Fred had longed to be close to for so many 
years was pressed warmly against this skinny youngster, and she was gazing 
up into his eyes as though she had never seen a man before! 

"All right, class!" Fred roared, dumbfounding himself with the sudden rush 
of jealous anger he felt. "You've all got that down, so we'll go on to 
something a little more difficult. Are you ready to show them the box-step, 
Miss Morton?" 

Jessica started at the sound of her name and forced herself to step back 
from the sweet warmth of the youngster's embrace. They had not said another 
word to each other since they had begun dancing, but somehow, looking up 
into his smooth, gentle face and relaxing against his lithe youthful body as 
they danced, she had almost been able to convince herself that she had 
traveled twenty years into the past and she was once again with her own 
beloved Danny. It was only the harsh sound of Fred's voice that dragged her 
painfully back into the present. 

"Of course, Mr. Avery," she quickly replied, trying hard to conceal the 
irritation she felt at having been summoned back to her duties from the 
blissful dream in which she had been lost for a few glorious moments. For a 
moment, she had to fight the maddening temptation to simply ignore Fred and 
the rest of the class, and invite the blonde youngster back to her own 
private office for a long cozy chat. It was only the sight of the dozens of 
young eyes waiting expectantly for her next movement that made her gather 
her wits enough to continue the dancing lesson. 

"Music?" she said crisply, glancing at Fred impatiently. She watched him 
turn and replace the needle on the record, and then tapped her foot in time 
to the gentle beat of the waltz. "Now, students, watch my feet." 

Jessie began to move lightly across the gleaming wood floor, her sandalled 
feet measuring out the three beats of the old-fashioned waltz. As the 
students intently studied her every step, she took the opportunity to gaze 
delightedly at Darrel's face. God, he was so lovely and innocent, and though 
she knew now that he was different in some ways from her beloved Danny, she 
felt drawn to the sweet-faced youngster in a way that she could barely 
understand. It was as though the strong defenses she had erected against any 
and all other men had suddenly crumbled at that moment of recognition, the 
moment that she imagined that she was dancing in the arms of her own Danny 
once again. What she was feeling was insane, she knew, but somehow she just 
didn't care. Barely conscious of the others' gaze upon her. she whirled 
gaily and held out her hand to the youngster beside her. 

"Shall we try it together, Darrel?" 

His blue eyes were less worried now, and the blonde boy smiled shyly as he 
stepped closer to take her into his arms. This time, after only a few 
missteps, they were dancing around the corner of the gymnasium as though 
they had been partners for years. Exultant for reasons she could not explain 
even to herself, Jessie cried out, "Okay, everybody try it now. Dance, 
everyone!" 

The ravishing woman in the red dress was blissfully unaware of Fred's 
startled glance or of Angie's pouting unhappiness as the young girl glided 
off once again in the coach's arms. Jessie watched the other students only 
long enough to see that they were all involved in trying out the new lesson, 
then turned her complete attention to the youth who held her in his arms. 

"How are you doing, Darrel?" she inquired with a sweet smile up at the boy's 
frown of concentration. "It's not so hard, is it?" 

"Gosh, no," he answered happily, relief shining in his eyes at the teacher's 
expression of approval. Then, as quickly as he spoke, he stumbled over 
Jessie's tiny foot and gasped as he saw her face momentarily wince in pain. 
"Wow, I'm sorry, ma'am. I was counting under my breath and I guess I 
shouldn't have stopped!" 

"That's all right, Darrel," she said, managing a weak smile despite the hot 
sting in her unprotected toes. "You're doing really well I think you might 
just have a knack for dancing. Did you ever consider that?" 

The tall, slender youngster looked down at her suspiciously, as though 
afraid that she might be teasing him. But when he saw the honest approval in 
her face, he shook his head, blushing in embarrassed delight. "Gosh, no. 
Why, my dad almost burst when he found out we were going to be dancing in 
school," he admitted. "Nobody in my family has time to go dancing with 
working on the farm and the orchard all the time." 

"That's true for most of your friends too, isn't it?" she asked 
thoughtfully, realizing for the first time why so few of the youngsters in 
the class had been acquainted with the basic steps they had been shown so 
far. When the youngster nodded matter-of-factly, Jessie was again struck 
with the closeness of his resemblance to Danny. For a dangerous moment, she 
became terribly aware of the boy's vibrant young body, moving bare inches 
away from her own. Even in the midst of all those dancing couples, Jessica's 
whole being was concentrated on the nearness of his warm youthfulness, 
pulsing out toward her through his casual school clothes, and she felt an 
almost irresistible longing to slip her one hand down from his shoulder and 
trace the long curve of his back down to the slender boyish buttocks that 
pressed out against his neatly ironed slacks. It was a gesture that Danny 
used to love. Oh God! She had to stop this insanity. Stop it now! 

"Thank you, Darrel, but I've got to go help some of the others now," she 
said haltingly to the youngster, turning her face away so that he could not 
see that hot flush she felt rising into her cheeks. "You dance with the 
partner of whomever I take, okay? We . , . we'll dance again tomorrow." 

"Okay, sure," he smiled innocently, his freckled nose crinkling with 
pleasure at her praise. "It was really nice, ma'am," he added with youthful 
sincerity. 

Jessie forced herself to smile coolly back at him as she moved away, though 
she was almost overwhelmed by the dizzying excitement that was beginning to 
crash over her body in great tingling waves of sensation. Struggling to 
maintain her outward composure, she whirled around and quickly interrupted a 
desperately embarrassed young couple who seemed to be moving in two 
different directions. 

* * * 

Several hours later, the little redheaded girl who had been dancing with 
Fred Avery during the afternoon physical education class stood pensively on 
the columned porch in the front of Green Valley High School, watching as the 
other students streamed out of the doorway and across the wide green lawn. 
The last bell had rung only a few moments before and Angie 

Jackson was waiting, as she had been for several days, for just a sight of 
Darrel Beck before she walked to her home a few blocks away. Though she was 
only fifteen and truly in love for the first time in her young life, the 
short pretty girl had no doubt that her infatuation had all the fire of a 
more mature emotion. She had noticed Darrel for the first time at a 
basketball game this winter he played on the junior varsity team and since 
then, she had been taking every opportunity to catch even a sight of him, 
hoping that he would finally notice her. But he never did. If only that dumb 
Miss Morton hadn't come up during the dancing class! 

"Hi, baby! Still mooning over that Beck character?" a deep voice suddenly 
penetrated her thoughts. Angie turned and saw a brawny dark-haired youngster 
lounging casually against the doorway of the school building. 

"Oh, Mick, don't tease me," she said with a melancholy smile at the older 
boy. "This is really serious. If only Darrel knew..." 

"You sophomore girls are all alike," he answered in a mocking tone that was 
belied by the gentle, almost fatherly smile he gave her. "Just wait 'til 
you're a senior, baby, then you'll be a little wiser. These things come and 
go, you know." 

The tiny girl turned around to face him, her big green eyes flashing angrily 
at his flippant words. "Not for me, Mick Davies!" she proclaimed staunchly. 
"I really love Darrel, and I'll wait for him, forever if I have to!" 

The smiling senior shook his head tolerantly at her words. His dark eyes 
glittered with friendly mischief as he suggested, "After that dancing class 
today, you might have a little competition from Miss Morton, sweetheart." 

"Oh, you! You're terrible!" she huffed prettily, folding her arms 
disapprovingly across her budding young breasts. "And that was a really 
awful thing you said about Miss Morton's dress today too! Did you see her 
blush?" 

"Yeah, and I saw you blush too after what she said to you," he said with a 
wicked grin. He checked his wristwatch, then added, "Well, the guys are 
waiting for me out in the parking lot. You want to come have a Coke with us, 
and then I'll drive you home? Maybe one of your 'big brothers' can figure 
out some way for you to latch onto ol' Beck." 

The pretty redhead shook her head and sadly returned his friendly smile. 
"No, thanks, Mick. You guys are really nice to me ... but I think I'll just 
wait here anyway." 

"Okay, baby," he shrugged and bounded off the porch. In another moment, his 
hulky form was out of sight around the corner of the school, and Angie 
turned back to her anxious vigil. Nearly all the students had left the 
school and still Darrel had not appeared. 

She scanned the groups of students drifting slowly down the several 
sidewalks that led away from the school, and suddenly her heart leapt into 
her throat. For a brief moment, she caught a glimpse of Darrel's blonde head 
and then he turned a corner and quickly was lost to her sight. He must have 
left by the school's back entrance! With a disappointed sigh, Angie picked 
up the pile of books at her feet and descended the steps to the lawn. The 
only thought that brightened her afternoon was that tomorrow was another 
dancing class and another chance to dance with the blonde boy of her dreams. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Jessie smiled encouragingly at the short, chubby youngster who was awkwardly 
attempting to follow her steps as the mellow sounds of the waltz filled the 
gymnasium and then glanced thoughtfully around the huge tiled room. Today's 
dancing class seemed to be going a little better than the first one 
yesterday and there were probably only a few more students who would need 
help with the box-step before they could go on to something else. As she 
scanned her pupils, her eyes lingered just a moment on the slender form of 
Darrel, who was dancing with the little redheaded girl he had been with at 
the start of yesterday's class. The lovely dark-haired gym teacher felt a 
brief pang of jealous anger at Angie before she resolutely looked away. It 
was almost painfully difficult to tear her gaze away from Darrel's handsome 
young face, but she had promised herself to forget the strange emotions that 
had taken control of her yesterday afternoon. 

"Now, you're getting it," she cheerfully lied to the flushed youth who was 
stumbling in his anxious effort to duplicate her movements. "Listen to the 
music. It's one, two, three ... one, two, three..." 

She saw him nod, then let her thoughts drift as her feet moved effortlessly 
in time to the simple melody on the record player. The perspiring boy's 
heavy body felt thick and clumsy in her arms, and she wished for a moment 
that she were dancing with Darrel again before she caught her thoughts and 
chastised herself. She had no business even thinking of the youngster as 
anything more than just another student, she angrily told herself. He was no 
more than just another teenaged boy, no matter who he looked like ... no 
matter how he had made her feel yesterday afternoon. 

She had breezed through the rest of her classes yesterday with smiles and 
laughter for everyone, startling her students and her fellow teachers with 
her bubbling spirits. Somehow, the minutes she had spent dancing with the 
good-looking blonde student in the first dancing class had given her back a 
youthful outlook on life she had barely known she had lost, and she had 
inwardly laughed at the expressions of amazement she had observed on the 
faces of the people she worked with, as though she held some secret joke 
that they would never understand. 

It wasn't until she had arrived home to her lonely little house that 
afternoon and seen her flushed and smiling face in the mirror that she 
realized what a change had come over her that day ... and what had caused 
it. It had sobered her immediately. 

For the rest of the day, she had walked around the house, like a 
sleepwalker, struggling desperately with her conscience and the knowledge 
that a mere boy, a youngster she had never met before, had brought her body 
to pulsing sensual life in a way that she had almost forgotten. It was 
wrong, evil, and sick to feel that way, she had repeated over and over to 
her stubbornly excited mind, but her love-starved body had continued to 
tingle erotically, and her thoughts kept slipping back to the nights she had 
spent with Danny ... nights when she was changed from a frightened girl to a 
passionately hot-blooded woman... 

By the time she had decided to go to bed last night, her vaginal slit had 
been moist and throbbing under the thin filmy silkiness of her panties, and 
her nipples had grown pebble-hard and burned against the inner material of 
her brassiere. Her full white breasts had heaved higher and higher as she 
had slipped out of her clothing, half-drunk on remembered images of Danny's 
lanky young body and the way his hands used to drift tantalizingly over her 
own firm young flesh as he drove her to a near frenzy of lust before 
quenching it with his boyish spear of flesh. The torment of her guilty 
excitement had swelled with each passing moment until she had finally 
succumbed to the overpowering desire to plunge her hand down inside the 
bedclothes and find her hotly throbbing cuntal furrow. She had reluctantly 
begun to rub the heated lips of her aching pussy, telling herself all along 
that she was only trying to soothe the angry hunger that pulsed there. 
Almost before she had realized what she was doing, she had lost herself in 
satisfying the wanton animal desires that had been torturing her since she 
had first seen Darrel Beck, shamelessly appeasing the first honest lust she 
had felt since the day she found out that Danny was dead. 

It was only after she had brought herself to an almost mindless climax, 
thrashing in the sheets and crying out Danny's name, that she remembered the 
shameful reason for her erotic self-indulgence. It was not her own dear 
Danny who had inspired it ... but an innocent youngster named Darrel Beck, a 
shy and lovely boy who was young enough to be her own son! The knowledge had 
ruined the lovely afterglow of her climax and she had finally fallen asleep, 
after weeping for hours about the cruelty of fate. But one thing she had 
promised herself in the darkness of her bedroom, before she lost herself to 
her dreams no matter what happened tomorrow and the day after and all the 
days of this dreadful dancing course no matter how this unwitting boy made 
her hungrily throbbing breasts and vagina cry out for his touch, she would 
restrain herself and, if it were possible, make herself forget about her 
body and all the yearning she suddenly felt for this sweet-faced youngster. 
She had lived for more than twenty years without surrendering to her body's 
natural desire for a man, she could make it through another six weeks ... 
she could... 

Still, though, it wouldn't hurt fust to dance with him for a few minutes 
today, Jessie thought longingly now as she glanced at the wall clock and saw 
that there were only two minutes left of the class period. Her chubby little 
partner seemed to be doing much better now, and he would probably appreciate 
a partner of his own age for a change, she quickly rationalized to herself. 
Her conscience was already beginning to ring warning bells in her mind as 
she checked the room to find Darrel, but as soon as she saw him dancing and 
chatting with the little redheaded Angie, she moved before she could change 
her mind. 

"You're doing much better now," she quickly told the round-cheeked boy as 
she moved away from him. "I'll send Angie over to dance with you now." 

Before the youngster even had a chance to answer, she was gone and a moment 
later, she tapped impatiently on Angie's shoulder. "Angie you seem to have 
picked this up really well now," she smiled sweetly down at the pretty 
student. "Why don't you go over there and help that boy I was dancing with. 
He seems to be a little frightened of me." 

Angie nodded unhappily and walked back to where the other boy was waiting 
and practicing alone in the middle of the dance floor. For a moment, the 
guilty teacher suspected that the girl had not been taken in by her 
fabricated excuse to dance with Darrel, but then, as she saw Angie smile 
friendly at the other student, her fears were calmed. The pert little 
student was too young and innocent to ever suspect that worldly and sensual 
forces were driving her teacher to do these strange things, almost against 
her own will, and her reluctance to leave Darrel was due to nothing more 
than her own puppy-love for the good-looking lad. The reasoning part of 
Jessie's mind sympathized with the sweet girl, but the rest of her was 
almost consumed with unthinking jealousy. Could Darrel feel the same way 
about Angie? 

"Hi, Darrel, were you having a good time with Angie?" she inquired brightly 
of the blue-eyed youngster as she slipped comfortably into step with him. 
She lowered her eyes so the boy could not see the terrible anxiety that 
accompanied her seemingly innocent question. Already, in just the moment 
since she had started to dance with him, Jessie could feel delicious erotic 
sensations rippling through every nerve of her lushly ripened body, and she 
was afraid she might trip over her own feet in her increasingly aroused 
state. 

"It was okay, but she sure talks a lot," he answered laconically, 
unknowingly thrilling her with his reply. "She was asking me all sorts of 
questions, even wanted to know who I was taking to the prom. That's pretty 
nosy," he added indignantly. 

"W-who are you taking, Darrel?" Jessie asked, praying that her voice would 
not betray her nervousness. 

"Aw, nobody, I guess," he said, a light blush spreading over his freckled 
features. "I've never gone out with any girls and ... and I guess I can't do 
all those crazy dances." 

Jessie looked up at him in surprise, and the sweet boyish embarrassment that 
showed in his face struck chords within her that she thought she had 
outgrown many years ago. My God, how just like Danny had been with every 
girl but her, lovely and shy. For a moment, he was Danny again, and she had 
to strain to keep from kissing his smooth soft lips. 

"You're dancing very well with me," she offered, hating the encouraging 
words as soon as they were out. She didn't want him to take another girl out 
to dance, and maybe kiss in the dim corners, or even leave the dance early 
the way she and Danny used to do. She sliivered with revulsion at the 
thought of Darrel and some silly little high school girl walking in the 
moonlight among the flowering fruit trees that filled the valley. 

"Yeah, but you're ... you're different, Miss Morton. I-I guess I'm afraid 
that one of these girls might laugh at me." 

He clamped his lips together and blushed a deeper pink as soon as the 
admission had been uttered, but far from sharing his embarrassment, Jessica 
felt her heart soar. Hadn't he all but told her that he liked her, and 
better than any of these pretty youngsters of his own age! It was like a 
dream come true! 

Ignoring the bell that was loudly signaling the end of the class period, 
Jessie kept her hand tenderly on his slender shoulder as he started to move 
away. Her heart was beating like a jungle tom-tom and she heard herself 
murmur invitingly, "Darrel, I can teach you any dance that you want to 
learn. Would you like me to?" 

"O-okay, I guess so, Miss Morton," he said uncertainly, confused by the 
suddenness of the offer. 

"Good, come to my office after school today," she said firmly. Then, giving 
him no opportunity to protest, she smiled coyly and turned him around toward 
the door where the other students were hurrying out. "Don't forget, I'll be 
waiting for you." 

She watched him walk slowly away and smiled to herself at the look of 
bafflement that was surely on his good-looking face. She had chaperoned 
enough dances to be able to teach him all the crazy new steps the kids were 
doing now, she told herself excitedly, and besides it was about time she got 
back into practice. After all these years of depriving herself of a normal 
female sex life, she was thinking that it might be time to find herself a 
man. 

She was beginning to suspect that she needed one now to still the crazy 
passion that had been building in her since yesterday afternoon. 

* * * 

A light knock on her office door at three-thirty that afternoon sent Jessie 
leaping from the chair behind her desk to quickly put the fifth of vodka on 
her desk back in the file cabinet drawer where she usually kept it for 
after-school visits from the other teachers. She had taken a few drinks from 
it that afternoon, even before school was over for the day, but only to calm 
the strange jittery feeling of her nerves since she had made the appointment 
with young Darrel. Now, as she went to unlock her office door, she was 
horrified to discover that her knees felt slightly rubbery as she walked, 
and she glanced guiltily over her shoulder at the partial glass of Coke and 
Vodka that still rested on her desk. Then, with a deep shaky intake of 
breath, she pulled open the door. 

Darrel Beck smiled nervously as the bright-eyed woman who held open the door 
marked "Girls' Physical Education". It seemed funny to be coming after 
school to talk with a girls' teacher and besides ... there was something 
about the way Miss Morton was looking at him that made him feel as though he 
were melting inside. Her pretty brown eyes were sparkling even more than 
usual and her full red lips were moist and opened just a tiny bit until he 
could see the gleaming white of her perfect teeth. Now, as he walked past 
her into the tiny office, cluttered with papers and cellophane-wrapped gym 
uniforms, he could not help a shy glance at her body. She was wearing a 
yellow dress that was even prettier than the one she had on yesterday, and 
it was almost more than he could do to remember that she was going to teach 
him to dance so that he could ask one of the girls in school to the Junior 
Prom. He really thought Miss Morton was a beautiful woman and he knew the 
other guys did too, even though they'd been teasing him today about dancing 
with the "old lady." She sure didn't look like an old lady to him, he 
decided, as his blue eyes hungrily drank in the beauty of the full-blown 
curves that filled out the top and behind of her dress as she turned to 
close the door again. And she wasn't only pretty, he thought happily, but 
nice, too ... not like those dumb girls in the school who were always 
laughing and giggling about everybody else. Wow, he didn't even want to 
think about what would have happened if he'd ever told that Angie that he 
didn't know how to dance. 

"You have time to stay for a bit, Darrel?" the lovely woman inquired as she 
motioned him to a chair, then perched herself on the edge of the desk 
nearby. "I wouldn't want to keep you away from your homework." She smiled 
warmly at him, trying to ignore the little chill of excitement that was 
flitting upward along her spine at the nearness of the youngster. 

"No ... I can do it after supper," Darrel assured her quickly, his voice 
catching as she sat back on the desk and crossed her legs before him. His 
eye-level was not much higher than the desk top, and he couldn't help but 
gape at the cream-white flesh of her thighs that was suddenly exposed under 
the short hem of the yellow dress. "I g-guess it's more important that I 
finally learn how to dance like the other guys." 

"It's fun too," she said with a soft chuckle as she saw the look of 
resignation on his handsome sensitive features. "You'll find that girls can 
be very enjoyable once you get to know them well." 

Darrel saw her pause as though remembering something and then she smiled 
again, that same gorgeous smile he remembered from the first time he had 
danced with her yesterday afternoon, and she went on softly. "I remember my 
first big romance when I was about your age. You make me remember it very 
much, Darrel ... perhaps a little too much sometimes." 

He didn't really understand what she was saying or why she gave off the 
quiet, half-nervous laugh that followed her words, but he didn't care right 
then. It was so great just to be here with her and not walking back home 
from school, all by himself while all the other guys had girls to walk with, 
or at least talk about. He could smell the heady scent of the sweet, musky 
perfume she wore, and as far as Darrel was concerned, he was luckier than 
any of those other guys right now. Miss Morton was the most luscious-looking 
girl he had ever seen...! 

"D-do you want to start now?" he asked nervously as he realized her huge 
brown eyes were still staring avidly at his face. 

"Yes, of course," Jessie murmured distractedly, hoping the excitement rising 
within her did not show in her voice. Here in her quiet office, she felt 
closer to the boy than ever, and the intimacy was having a strange effect on 
her. As the youth stood up and placed his load of school books on the floor 
beside the chair, she could feel the warm closeness of his boyish body and 
sense his charming uncertainty at being so near to her. Shakily, she blurted 
out, "But why don't we just sit here and have a Coke first. I've got some 
here in the office if you like them." 

Her mind was racing as she turned to withdraw a bottle from the case of cola 
she kept in her office to restock the machine in the girls' locker room. She 
was making a deliberate effort to think about classes, think about anything 
but the strange nervousness she felt building within her. Why she almost 
felt like a teenager about to go out on her first date, Jessica thought, 
trying to mock herself out of the mood she was in as she opened the bottle 
and poured its contents into a paper cup. And besides, she had not been this 
shaky even when Danny had taken her out for the first time ... and after 
that first time, she had never felt nervous again ... only aroused and sexy. 
With his gentle hands and his loving words, Danny had made her into a warm, 
sensuous woman, Jessie reminisced as her mind filled with memories of 
Danny's beautiful fair-skinned body ... and the way I used to suck him until 
his hard young penis came in my mouth . . , oh how he loved it and how I 
loved doing it for him because he liked it so much... 

Good Lord, what was she thinking! Shamefaced at the wantonness of her 
thoughts, the beautiful brunette wordlessly handed the drink to the 
youngster and then hungrily fell upon the partial vodka-laced drink that was 
still sitting on her desk. She downed a big gulp and winced as the potent 
mixture burned down her throat and into her belly, gratefully feeling the 
feathery trembling sensation in her stomach begin to subside. A soothing 
warmth began to radiate out all over her ripely aroused body, and she felt 
her anxieties begin to fade. 

After all, no matter how handsome he was or even how exciting she might find 
the youngster, Darrel was a mere boy and she a grown woman with almost forty 
years of living behind her. Surely she could resist the callow charms of a 
child like this, she mused with growing confidence as she replaced her 
emptied glass on the desk. 

As Jessie bent to put the empty cola bottle back in the heavy wooden case, 
she felt as though she were gaining control over her emotions once again. 
Yet, while the generous amount of alcohol she had already drunk that day was 
bolstering her determination, it was simultaneously weakening her defenses 
against her long-denied sexual needs. A mere glance at the youngster staring 
self-consciously down at the floor while he waited for her to speak to him 
again was enough to make her uncomfortably aware of the singular changes 
taking place in her mature, shapely body. She could feel galvanic surges of 
tingling little shocks running like goose-bumps over her flesh when she 
looked at him, and unable to help herself, Jessie leaned over and touched 
the tanned, smooth flesh of his arm. He lifted his head and looked at her 
inquiringly. 

"L-let's just sit here and chat for awhile," she managed shakily. "I think 
I'll pull up a chair here next to you." 

As she dragged the chair out from behind her desk, placing it directly 
beside him, Darrel felt his pulse begin to quicken. She eased her sensually 
alluring body down into the seat, but the sensitive youngster could see that 
the teacher was upset about something. He didn't know what it was but 
somehow he wasn't worried about it. In fact, her strange excitement seemed 
to be contagious, making him feel jittery and energetic. He turned to say 
something, but could only gulp nervously as he saw her proudly up-thrust 
breasts rising and falling beneath the bright, tightly-fitting fabric of her 
dress. She was so beautiful, it was almost more than he could stand...! 

Jessie edged ever closer to his chair, turning her head to smile over her 
shoulder at him. Her eyes were gleaming recklessly as she placed her hand on 
his trousered leg and murmured huskily, "You know, this is the first time 
I've ever given a dancing lesson. I hope you will forgive me if I step on 
your toes once or twice. Will you be patient with me, darling?" 

"Gee, yeah! I think you dance great, Miss Morton," he assured her, not even 
thinking of what he was saying. He was staring dazedly at her, amazed at the 
way her breasts jutted out so firmly above her tiny waist. She was so close 
to him now that her bent knee was almost touching his trousers, and the 
thought flashed through his confused mind that he could just lean forward a 
tiny bit and kiss the pale satiny skin of her neck. Suddenly, he felt his 
virginal young penis jerk hungrily in his trousers and he blushed hotly. 

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" Jessie inquired quickly, lifting her hand from 
his leg to place it against his fiery cheek. "You feel like you're coming 
down with a fever. Do you think you're all right?" 

"Y-yes ... I mean, no, I better go home," Darrel stammered in an agony of 
confusion. He jumped up from his chair and then leaned over to pick up his 
books. "I b-better ... I have to go home, I think." He could tell by the way 
her big golden eyes had widened suddenly that she had seen the incriminating 
bulge in his pants. Wow, he'd never felt so embarrassed in his life! He 
grabbed his textbooks, castigating himself for playing with the thing so 
much that he could not keep it down, even now when he had to! 

"No, Darrel! Don't go away! We haven't even started yet!" the ravishing 
dark-haired woman cried out, jumping to her feet to catch his arm. Jessie 
had surprised even herself by the urgency in her voice, and she added more 
softly, "Why don't you finish your soda and then we'll dance awhile before 
you go back home." 

As her slender fingers tightened around the youngster's forearm and she led 
him firmly back to his chair, Jessica could feel the inflamed center of her 
female organs tingling in almost violently passionate answer to the 
enchanting vision of Darrel's swollen young penis pressing lewdly out 
against the crotch of his trousers. She was trembling now with the force of 
the delicious erotic sensations rippling through every nerve of her 
hopelessly aroused body. Her mind felt dazed and blurred from the vodka she 
had drunk, and she could not think of anything but the sexual currents of 
feeling that had begun to shoot like electrical sparks between their bodies. 
As she took the school books from his arms and gently pressed him back down 
into the chair, her excited gaze fell again to his trousers and paused a 
moment on the dark spot of moisture that had appeared and was slowly 
spreading around the top of the bulge. Then she ran her eyes over the rest 
of his slim youthful form, gazing at last into his handsome face where 
confusion and youthful lust both showed clearly in his anxious expression. 

Suddenly, without another thought entering her head, Jessie knew exactly 
what she was doing if there had been any doubts in her mind before. She knew 
suddenly that she was now experiencing the kind of honest, forthright sexual 
arousal that she had never known with a man since her dear Danny had died in 
Korea. She was joyfully aware of Darrel's avid blue eyes lingering hungrily 
over the sight of her curvaceous body, just as Danny's had done so many 
years ago, and she struggled against the guilty impulse to reach up under 
her skirt and rub the hotly throbbing lips of her pussy to ease the 
agonizing burning sensation she felt up between her thighs. God, it was 
incredible, insane, the way she was lusting after a mere boy this way ... 
but there was no doubt that she did, and she couldn't help herself. He was 
her darling Danny all over again and she would die to have him! The moment 
she had first seen the lewd swelling in the front of his pants, her last bit 
of self-control had vanished and, God help her, she did not want to think 
about what she knew was going to happen! 

Some part of Jessica's dazzled brain was still weakly fighting against the 
shameless desire that was growing in her awakening body, but she listened to 
her conscience without interest. It was already too late to restrain the 
passion blazing through her body like a forest fire and, as she gracefully 
leaned over Darrel's chair and placed her soft fingers tenderly on his broad 
young shoulder, the gym teacher heard a voice she barely recognized as her 
own. 

"Tell me Darrel . , . you do like me, don't you darling?" she murmured 
seductively. "IT can tell. I know why you blushed just then. You were 
embarrassed because ... because your penis g-got hard ... Isn't that right, 
sweetheart?" 

Darrel couldn't speak, could do nothing but stare up at her in confused 
desperation. Her words, all of them, were echoing like Chinese gongs in his 
skull and her reference to his PENIS getting hard was almost more than his 
shocked mind could handle. He wondered if he'd heard her right. 

"Tell me, Darrel," she softly insisted. "Do you like me as much as I think 
you do?" 

Darrel could not speak and he offered no resistance as she drew him up from 
the chair to his feet. Her fiery dark eyes ravenously searched the innocent, 
half-frightened depths of his limpid blue ones as he stared down at her in 
wordless mesmerization. He nodded his head weakly in response, because his 
throat and tongue were as parched and dry as a desert. And then, suddenly 
her cool smooth hands were holding his face between them, pulling his head 
down, down, closer to her. He knew she was going to kiss him ... Jesus! ... 
right on the mouth ... and his eyes closed in delight as he felt the first 
velvety pressure of her soft warm lips upon his! 

"Oh, darling, that was heavenly," she moaned as she reluctantly pulled her 
mouth from his a long moment later. "Did you like it, Darrel? Would you ... 
would you like to kiss me again?" 

The light-haired youth blinked, the constricting tightness of his throat 
almost choking him as he met her wanton gaze. Again, he struggled for the 
power of speech, but he could find no words and at last, he nodded his head 
silently. 

Her lust-inflamed body was visibly trembling now from the force of the 
erotic sensations rippling through every nerve, and the ravishing brunette 
smiled in shameless triumph at the youngster's answer. She could not 
remember when anything had meant more to her! She felt almost drugged by the 
intoxicating closeness of the boy's tall, slim young body, and she barely 
thought about what Darrel must think of her. Then, as she stared dazedly up 
into his eyes again, enchanted by his beautiful Danny-like face, she knew 
for certain that she was lost ... wonderfully lost and whirling in the 
dizzying currents of sexual feeling that were beginning to pound through her 
body like stormy ocean surf. 

"I'm glad, darling, so glad, because I want to teach you about more than 
dancing. I can show you how to love, " she heard herself whispering in a 
silky voice. "You can forget about all those silly school girls. I'll be 
your girl friend, and no one will ever know." 

The slender blonde youngster was so excited that he felt almost sick to his 
stomach. The crazy thing that she was saying was almost more than his brain 
could take in! He thought that this gorgeous older woman must be teasing 
him, laughing at him inside, but she had kissed him, really and truly, like 
it had happened sometimes in his most exciting dreams about the girls in his 
classes. And even at this moment, as though she were aware of his secret 
insecurities, she was stroking his neck with her slender hands, while her 
high, pillowy breasts were pressed warmly into his chest, like two soft 
kittens nuzzling against him. 

"Would you do that for me, my little angel?" 

"Oh God, Miss Morton, I'd do anything for you," he gasped in a strangled 
moan of delight. "Just tell me! I'll do anything you want, forever!" 

"First, darling, I want you to call me Jessica, just Jessica," she purred 
huskily as she strained upward to plant soft, fleeting kisses on his chin 
and nose. "And I'll teach you all sorts of beautiful things ... only you 
must promise never to hurt me ... not to go with other girls ... and to not 
say anything to anyone. Will you?" 

"S-sure ... yes, anything," Darrel moaned, almost delirious with joyful 
disbelief at what was happening to him. His stiff young cock was jerking 
crazily under his trousers with each word she spoke, and he was beginning to 
wonder if he were dreaming again. He had been so nervous this afternoon 
about coming to see the beautiful teacher for a private dancing lesson and 
now ... now, her fantastic grown-up body was pressing tightly against him 
and she was kissing him again! He felt a thrill rush wildly through him as 
her wet, pointed tongue began to play tauntingly over his lips, prying them 
apart to dart experimentally inside his mouth. As if that weren't enough, he 
suddenly felt her hand start to drift tantalizingly down over his flat 
belly, moving unbelievably closer and closer to the throbbing rigid rod of 
flesh that was straining like a bear trap against his trouser crotch. 

Slowly savoring the sweet self-torture of dragging her hand down over his 
lean smooth body, Jessica minutely explored the hard plane of his belly as 
she centered in on what she wanted, what her loins were hungering for. She 
let her fingertips glide down over his belt to the hip of his trousers, 
caressing the firm youthful curve of his buttocks as she kissed him 
fiercely. She could feel Mm trembling like a frightened deer against her 
body as her hotly searcliing hand drifted over the tensing half-matured 
sinews beneath his lightweight clothing. She knew she must be insane to go 
on with what she was doing, but it did not matter anymore. She could not 
stop now, even if she wanted to! There was only one purpose left in her 
dazed mind to possess this youngster as completely as she, herself, had been 
possessed by her handsome Danny ... and to show him all the joys of love as 
Danny had shown her so many years ago! 

Then suddenly, Darrel's entire body quivered in shock as her hand tenderly 
grazed the length of his stone-hard penis confined inside his pants and 
shorts. His blue eyes widened as he stared down into her face, but she 
merely smiled reassurance up at him and smothered his open mouth with her 
wetly burning lips. circling Jessica's brain felt like a steaming cauldron 
of sensual desire, and she kissed him again to soothe him while her white 
hand ceaselessly stroked over the swollen front of his light trousers. She 
drew her long fingers tantalizingly over the bulge of his hardened cock, 
then curled them in tightly to trace its length and breadth before fumbling 
with the zipper of his fly. Good Lord, he was so unbelievably perfect, she 
mused in her lust and alcohol-dimmed brain. It was like a memory of her own 
youthful innocence returning to her after two decades. Oh, she wanted to 
feel his maleness, feel it pulsing and growing in her fingers until she 
finally... 

A choking sob rose in Darrel's throat as the cool tips of her fingers gently 
touched his throbbing young penis through his opened trousers. The sensation 
was so wildly exciting that it was almost unbearable, almost as though his 
whole body were about to explode with the painful hunger that was building 
inside him. This beautiful woman, a teacher, was actually touching his cock 
inside his pants and smiling as though she thought it was the greatest thing 
in the world! Jesus Christ! He thought he was going to faint from happiness! 
The slim blonde teenager moaned softly as her long fingers tightened firmly 
around his hardness. 

"I'm going to make you so happy ... soooo very happy," Jessica crooned 
softly. The hard hot feel of his young shaft jerking lustfully in her grip 
was driving her to even greater heights of fiery lust. Cooing soft, 
comforting words into the boy's ear, she slowly withdrew her hand from the 
opening in his trousers, and then turned away to start tearing the cartons 
of new gym uniforms from the little cot that stood in the corner of her 
office for girls who might be sick during classes. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Hey, babe, you still waiting around for that Beck kid? It's after 
three-thirty, you know." 

Angie looked up in surprise to see Mick Davies coming out of the front door 
of the school building, more than ten minutes after the last bell had rung. 
She was puffing a little from her rapid walk to and from the rear entrance 
of the high school building, but she managed to smile prettily as she wagged 
her head determinedly up and down. 

"I've decided that I'm just going to walk up and start talking to him, 
Mick," she said firmly as she dropped her heavy load of books on the top 
step and sat down to regain her breath. Her big green eyes glanced worriedly 
up at the husky youth standing in the doorway, and she admitted, "I'm 
scared, Mick. He hasn't come outside, and I'm going to lose my nerve if he 
doesn't hurry up. I think he might be shy, you know? So I was going to ask 
him to the prom and see what he does." 

The tough-looking older boy whistled softly through his teeth. "Wow, you've 
really got it bad, baby, but maybe that's the right approach. He'd never be 
dumb enough to turn down a date with a sharp little chick like you." 

The cute redhead blushed pink and dipped her head to hide her embarrassment. 
"Gosh, I hope he thinks so too. You older guys are all so nice to me. You 
know, your friend Ed told me he'd take me to the prom if Darrel didn't ask 
me, but I just couldn't. I'm so in love with him, I just can't think about 
anyone else. Isn't that awful?" 

"Jeez, Angie, Ed is the captain of the football team!" Mick gasped in 
disbelief as he stared down at the tiny buxom girl. "You'd turn him down to 
go with that dopey kid? Listen, I'll go in there and find him right now. And 
I'll tell him that he'd better ask you out, or me and the guys'll smear 
him!" 

"Don't you dare, Mick Davies!" 

The brawny youth grinned at the curvaceous youngster who was suddenly 
standing angrily before him, her tiny hands clenched into fists. Even though 
she was young, and kind of dumb the way sophomore girls always are, he and 
the other senior "studs" had spotted her from the first day she arrived at 
the high school. She was so cute and spirited that half of the guys had 
tried to make her in the first week . . , but she'd really told them off! 
Mick suspected that even now some of them hadn't given up, but no one would 
try anything funny with her. Throughout the year, she had become the mascot 
of the really swinging group of boys who hung out at the drive-in hamburger 
joint across the street from the school, and they'd all gotten to be such 
good friends that Mick was surprised that Ed had even tried to ask her out 
when he knew how hooked she was on Darrel Beck. Maybe he knew how bad she 
was feeling about not getting anywhere with Beck, Mick mused silently as he 
masked his true feelings with a cocky grin. 

"D-Don't you grin at me, you big bear," she fumed up at him as he continued 
to smirk patronizingly down at her. "I want Darrel to like me because he 
likes me, not because you guys bully him around!" 

"Okay, okay," Mick agreed as he backed away from her in mock terror. 
"Anyway, I'll go take a look around the school and see if I can tell you 
where he is." 

"Well, all right," she glumly agreed. "But no funny stuff or I'll never 
speak to any of you again!" 

Chuckling, the broad-shouldered youth nodded and ambled back into the 
school. He strolled down the hallway, peering into the classroom doors to 
see if Darrel might be getting some after school instruction, as he himself 
had been doing until a moment ago. But all the classrooms on the first floor 
were empty and unlighted. He was about to go into the stairway leading to 
the second level when his gaze lingered on the swinging door that led into 
the gymnasium attached to the school building. A sudden vision of Darrel 
gliding around the gym in the girls' gym teacher's arms made him change 
direction and turn his steps down the tiny hallway that led to the physical 
education offices. He didn't know what Darrel would be doing down there 
after school, but some instinct kept him walking toward the door marked 
"Miss Morton, Girls' P. E." 

There was someone inside, he realized with a start as he heard things being 
moved noisily around beyond the closed door. Then suddenly another, softer 
sound caught his attention, and he deliberately quieted his footsteps. Mick 
stopped sharply outside the door as he heard the strange noise again, a soft 
sobbing whimper that might have come from a woman or a child. 

For a long moment, there was nothing but silence from the office, and Mick 
considered walking away. If Miss Morton was crying, it was certainly none of 
his business, he thought, and maybe she deserved to cry a little bit after 
all the worry she was causing Angie. But then another sound, a soft woman's 
voice crooning startled Mick so that he froze in his tracks. That was Miss 
Morton and she wasn't crying, he reasoned quickly. Then, what. . . ? 

He took one more long, stealthy step and crouched by the door, just in time 
to hear the same sweet feminine voice murmuring, "Just lie here and relax, 
my beautiful little love. Jessica is going to make you feel so good." 

"B-but I don't know what to do now," a young male voice drifted through the 
keyhole. "I've never done anything with a girl in my life!" 

Mick's forehead creased in an angry frown as the incriminating words 
registered in his mind. Barely daring to breathe, he slowly bent his bulky 
torso down to the lock of the door and peered inside the keyhole. His brown 
eyes narrowed in shocked disbelief as he oversaw the lewd scene taking place 
in the little office beyond. As he rose to his feet again, he could hear the 
dark-haired woman on the cot inside whisper to her blonde companion, "Don't 
worry, darling, I'll show you everything. That's what a teacher is for, my 
love." 

* * * 

Darrel Beck lay on the unmade cot and stared in mounting confusion at the 
lovely older woman who had placed him there only a few moments before. 
Another gasping moan tumbled from Ins lips as she slipped his hard, 
throbbing shaft of vein-ribbed flesh outside his opened trousers. Wild 
shocks of excitement charged through his youthful groin and up into his lean 
young belly as Jessica sat down beside him and began to brazenly stroke his 
long slender cock in clear sight of his own incredulously gaping eyes, 
sliding the loose outer skin of his penis up and down in her velvety grip, 
teasing at his tingling still-hidden testicles with her long, painted 
fingernails. He felt as though he were gasping for air in his nervous 
excitement, but he silently prayed that she would not stop her thrilling 
ministrations ... not yet ... not ever! 

Then, abruptly, she pulled her hand away, and his semen-smeared cock was 
standing free from his rumpled clothing by itself, quivering and pointing 
into the air like a machine gun about to shoot bullets of hot sperm from his 
slim boyish hips. Through his involuntary sigh of disappointment, Darrel 
heard Miss Morton murmur as she rose from the cot, "Stand up again, my 
darling. I want ... I want you to undress me!" 

The wide-eyed youngster stared up at her for a long breathless moment, and 
Jessica knew that she had uttered the words that would demolish his 
innocence forever. For a fleeting second, she felt guilty and then forgot it 
as she realized again that she wanted this sweet-faced boy more than 
anything else in the world, and she knew she had made him want her just as 
powerfully. At this point, it would be more than she could do to deny 
herself or him the satisfaction of the infernal desires that were raging 
through their lust-quaking bodies. Tossing aside the last of her unwanted 
scruples, she let her soft full lips open invitingly and whispered again, 
"Look at me, little lover. Don't you want to see me naked? You can look at 
me and kiss me ... we'll do anything you like and then, if you want, my 
darling ... then you can fuck me!" 

Darrel's freckled face paled for a moment, and he stared at her wide-eyed as 
he gradually understood the meaning of her shamelessly wanton words. He felt 
a tingling down his spine as he suddenly realized that this fantastically 
beautiful woman had just offered to fulfill his wildest dreams. Uttering a 
strangled moan of youthful lust, he leapt up from the cot and crushed his 
straining body against hers in an awkwardly desperate embrace. His searching 
mouth clamped over her soft yielding lips and pressed against their open 
warmth with boyish fervor before slipping downward to pay worshipful homage 
to Jessica's smooth ivory throat above her gay yellow dress. His long 
fingers fumbled shakily at the tiny buttons of her bodice until she had to 
help him unfasten them and loosen the top of her dress over her cream-white 
shoulders. 

Darrel's blue eyes grew round in reverent disbelief as he had his first 
glimpse of the full heaving mounds of her snowy breasts, the vibrant flesh 
almost spilling out of the lacy confinement of her tiny white brassiere. 
Jessica's loins tingled and pulsed in passionate readiness as she felt the 
handsome teenager's hands tearing nervously at her dress, pulling it down 
over her waist and her full-swelling hips and thighs. She smiled gently at 
his boyish clumsiness and stepped gracefully out of the garment as it 
crumpled to the floor around her ankles. She could hear his hot breath 
rasping excitedly past her ear as he reached behind her to unfasten her 
brassiere, but she was there before him, deftly unsnapping the stubborn 
hooks under his anxiously grasping fingers. Then, she stood quietly, 
abandoning her lush body to his eager fingers as he hungrily tore the last 
covering from her upper body, baring her nakedly quivering breasts to his 
expectant gaze. 

She stood acquiescent before his intensely searching eyes, her face 
radiating a kind of blissful pride as Darrel leaned away a little and stared 
wonderingly at her full sensuous breasts with their big, peach-colored 
nipples swaying provocatively before his feverish gaze. An involuntary sigh 
of lewd delight whistled past his parted lips, and then his tawny head 
suddenly dipped downward, his even white teeth flashing as they fastened on 
the rosy upturned tip of her thrusting left breast. Jessica gasped in dismay 
at the unexpectedly sharp pain, but she could not squirm away from his 
nibbling teeth as his hands roamed over her curving thighs and buttocks, 
holding her securely in place before him. His lips greedily explored the 
softly palpitating mounds, licking and kissing the silken flesh that lay 
beneath his inquiring mouth. As quickly as it had come, Jessica's fear of 
him disappeared, and her flaring hips began a slow impatient grinding 
against his loins as she felt a delightfully rippling warmth deep in the 
crevice up between her thighs. 

"Oooooohh, that's good, my darling ... do you like sucking my big soft 
titties in your mouth, Darrel?" she crooned lewdly as she reached down and 
rubbed her fingertips over the swollen fleshy staff that jutted from the 
open crotch of his trousers. "Have you ever licked a girl's breasts before, 
lover, while she squeezed your big, hot cock?" 

Jesus Christ! Her lewd words alone were enough to make him cream his jeans 
right now. Darrel slowly raised his blonde head from her chest and managed 
to mutter a husky negative reply as his hands moved up to tightly clasp the 
soft warmth of her rising and falling breasts. The spectacle of Ms innocent 
blue eyes gleaming in virginal passion at the sight of her creamy white 
breasts billowing like bread dough out of his wide-spread fingers added fuel 
to the mad desire blazing out of control in Jessica's loins. 

"What about the rest of my clothes, darling?" she whispered, reaching inside 
his open trousers to gently stroke Ms velvety testicles with her 
fingernails. "Don't you want me to be all naked for you?" 

The freckle-faced youngster was too aroused now with the excitement of 
anticipation to even remember his earlier fear and embarrassment. He felt as 
though he were being led blindly by the hand down into a dark pit of lust 
and unknown excitement, a place he had always wanted to visit ... had 
dreamed of visiting ... but had never known the way. He saw her round ivory 
breasts heaving with her fever of desire as Jessica gently removed his right 
hand from her palpitating breast and pushed it down to the waistband of her 
short half slip. He hesitated for a moment, his trembling fingers lingering 
at the elastic top of the undergarment, and then he suddenly thrust his 
fingers under it, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her little white 
panties below. In one eager movement, he pulled both garments down over her 
hips and long, shapely legs, gasping in pleasure as he saw the triangular 
"vee" of her pussy hair. 

Then, as if sensing the physical need building uncontrollably in the 
ravishing older woman, Darrel gasped, "Oh God, Miss Morton ... I-I mean, 
Jessica! I really want to ... fuck you! Can I fuck you now, please?" 

Jessica's naked body quivered in shock at the sound of the obscenity from 
the youth's innocent mouth, and yet its very lewdness aroused her even more 
until she knew she was losing whatever control she still held over her 
situation. As she stood unclothed in her tiny cluttered school office, she 
could feel the hot moisture spreading from her passion-seething vagina to 
dampen the swollen hair-lined outer lips of her pussy, and she urgently 
pressed her quivering thighs together to ease the burning sensation. 
Darrel's light, frightened kisses and maddeningly timid caresses of her 
nakedly blazing flesh were turning her entire body into a knotted bundle of 
raw nerve endings, filling her with a passion that she was powerless to 
check. 

A tiny moan of wantonness fell from her moist open lips as the sandy-haired 
youngster wonderingly seized both of her full, throbbing breasts and 
squeezed them together like two straining grapefruits until the turgid 
nipples met and his mouth hungrily enveloped both of them at the same time. 
Tiny pin pricks of delicious feeling raced through the tips of them as he 
sucked the hardening buds into the warm wet cavern of his mouth. She could 
feel his hot breath moving softly over her throat as he lifted his head to 
lock his mouth tenderly against hers once again. 

"Oh, darling, don't tease me! Take me! Fuck me now!" she cried mindlessly 
into his mouth, in an agony of frustrated need. "Take your clothes off, 
Darrel! Hurry!" 

She was a prisoner of desire, a captive to the hot surges of longing that 
made her loins ache to have his long slender penis sunk deep up inside her 
body. There was nothing in her mind but anticipation of the moment when he 
would finally drive his virilely stiffened rod of flesh deep into her 
cock-starved vagina. She knew she could not wait another moment, and she 
began to tear wildly at the buttons of his shirt. 

Blind lust spiraled furiously through Jessica's naked body as Darrel stood 
willing and enchanted by the seductive charms of her voluptuously mature 
body, his strong young fingers greedily tracing the curves of her 
lust-swollen breasts with hot and mounting adolescent passion. She peeled 
his shirt down his sinewy arms and kissed his hairless chest, taunting the 
little hard nipples of his still boyish breasts with her moist tongue tip. 
Her warm fingertips trailed teasingly down over his convulsing belly and 
navel, brushed over the purplish flaring head of his rampant penis before 
she deliberately unhitched his belt. Then, no longer able to bear her own 
self-torture, she impatiently tugged both trousers and shorts down over his 
slender hips and lean buttocks. As his lower garments slipped down around 
his ankles, the older woman's excited blue eyes feasted on the sight of his 
stiffly arching cock jutting out from Ins sparse sprinkling of blonde pubic 
hair and his virile young balls hanging tightly between his lightly corded 
thighs. His throbbing shaft of vein-ribbed flesh jerked sharply in her palm 
as she clenched her fist tightly around Ins hardness. 

"I-I don't know what to d-do, Jessica," the boy muttered suddenly, his young 
face reddening in shame. "I've never done it before. W-will you show me how 
to fuck you?" 

"Oh, my darling, yes, I'll teach you," the beautiful brunette gasped 
huskily, the innocent sincerity in the youth's crude words arousing her even 
more until she could barely understand what was happening in her body. Her 
brain spun with lewd desire, and she groaned softly as the boy hesitantly 
drew her closer to the narrow cot behind him. 

With further conscious thought, she lay down flat on her back on the cot and 
involuntarily began undulating her hips up and down in invitation as her 
mind whirled in an ever-wilder vortex of untamed carnal lechery. Her slim 
hands grasped hungrily up at his perfect young body and pulled him down 
beside her, and she felt the sleek developing muscles stiffen as she 
shamelessly explored his secret hollows and crevices. Her lips enclosed his 
gasping mouth as she lifted her satiny-fleshed thigh over his leg, pressing 
her soft, down-covered mound tightly against his narrow hip with a gentle 
grinding motion. With an almost frightening hunger, she crushed her 
shamelessly aroused body against him until his solidly throbbing penis 
jabbed into the sensitive flesh of her tingling female crevice. His virile 
young cock was twitching maddeningly between her restless thighs, moving up 
and down the slippery valley of her sex as the youngster's pelvis gyrated 
eagerly in an effort to plant the hard, blood-filled tip of his penis into 
the moist swollen lips of her pussy. 

"Oh, my darling ... my only little lover," she breathed passionately as her 
own hips began to swivel back and forth in an abandoned fucking motion, 
feeling the fantastic pressure of his lust-swollen cock against the flushed 
lips of her vagina. "I'm going to be a wonderful girl friend for you ... I'm 
going to show you things you never dreamed of, my angel. First, I'm going to 
teach you to fuck me, and then later we'll do everything to each other ... 
everything we can think of...." 

"Oh, yessss ... pleasssse..." he pleaded, barely able to speak in the 
torment of his need. His frantically pulsating cock felt as though it were 
about to explode, and her lewd promises only made it throb more until it 
almost hurt. Taking a deep breath, he managed to beg, "Do it to me! Do it to 
me now!" 

Smiling comfortably up at the eager youth, the naked brunette teacher 
pressed his body into position above her own and reached down between them 
to grasp the hotly throbbing length of his long, rock-hard penis. Her 
tightly closed hand stroked up and down the smooth firm flesh for a moment, 
delighting in its urgent pulsing against her soft palm and the warm 
stickiness of the fluids that oozed in tiny driblets from the lust-engorged 
tip. Then, trembling with barely suppressed excitement, she shakily guided 
the blood-filled head up from the valley of her buttocks, poising it between 
the moistly throbbing lips of her hungering pussy. Jessica held it there 
with one hand and placed her other palm flat on the youngster's hard 
muscular buttocks, pressing down with all her strength to force the long 
pulsating shaft of hard flesh deep into the softness of her vagina, to let 
it quench once and for all the gnawing hunger that tortured her love-starved 
body. 

Nervously watching her face, Darrel tentatively pressured forward with his 
hips, and Jessie's eyes fluttered in ecstasy as she felt the first soft 
electrical contact of his bloated cock-head against the sensitive outer 
flanges of her moistly open vagina. Then her breath caught in her throat for 
what seemed like a century as she lay in complete surrender beneath Darrel's 
slim boyish body, anticipating the long-awaited moment when he would drive 
the fiery rod of pulsing virginal flesh deep into her lewdly hungering body 
for the first time in his life! 

"Oh, sweetheart, do it now," she breathed hotly. "Oh Lord, my darling, shove 
your cock up into my hot pussy before I die. I want it now!" 

The blonde boy's anxious expression gave way to a lustful grimace of sheer 
animal lust as he heard the gorgeous older woman's impassioned female plea. 
He had never heard a woman speak like this before and the idea that she was 
actually begging him to screw her gave him a sense of power and conquest 
unlike anything he had ever known before. With a tiny cry of supreme 
triumph, he crushed down on her wantonly writhing body and heard her gasp in 
delirious satisfaction as the bloated rock-hard head of his penis tunneled 
forward in past the soft waiting mouth of her pussy. His stiffly thrusting 
lance of flesh moved into her slowly at first, spreading and stretching the 
long-unused walls of her vagina, and the lovely dark-haired woman winced at 
the sensation of anticipated pleasure mixed with unexpected pain as it 
burrowed into her belly, seeming to slide in forever, filling her more 
gloriously and completely than she would have ever believed to be possible. 

Levering himself up onto his elbows, the handsome youth looked down and 
gasped at the unbelievable lascivious spectacle of his naked dance teacher 
helplessly spread-eagled beneath his own body, with the wildly throbbing 
head of his cock buried into the softly curling hair of her tight little 
cunt. He groaned and fell forward, smashing her full-rounded breasts tightly 
back against her chest with the power of his sudden thrust. His slender hips 
lurched forward again to drive his virile young penis deep into her wet 
grasping pussy, forcing the moistly yielding flesh of her vaginal walls in 
velvety waves before its blunt rounded head. Jessie groaned in exquisite 
rapture as she felt his youthful penis jam tightly up against her cervix and 
his testicles dancing lightly over her upturned ass-cheeks. 

"Oooooh, yes, darling ... just like that," Jessica crooned in abandoned 
delight, smoothing her hands down over his straining sinewy buttocks to hold 
him deep up inside her. She tensed her inner muscles to hold his long 
slender cock all the way inside her burning pussy, then slowly began to 
rotate her hips, screwing her loins up tighter and tighter against his 
pelvis. Each time his aroused member jerked in her wetly clasping vagina, 
she tightened her muscles in response, delighting in the lost expression of 
rapture that came over his Danny-like face. "Now see what your teacher can 
do for you?" she whispered singingly. "Has your cock ever felt anything like 
that?" 

"Oh, Christ, no ... it's heaven..." Darrel gasped feebly, thrusting his hips 
uncontrollably downward to meet her spiral ascending motions as she held his 
cock securely in the warm moist channel of her milking pussy. 

He had never seen a woman look as wild-eyed as she did right then, her mouth 
loose and panting as if she were about to go out of her mind. And he had 
never heard anyone, not even the guys in the locker room, talk as dirty as 
Miss Morton. Yet there was something about the honeyed way she mouthed the 
forbidden words that made him love her even more. Crazy shocks of wild 
untamed lust jolted through his groin every time she said them, and her big 
famished-looking eyes blazed as she tightened her velvety inner muscles 
around his buried cock. 

"Oh, my pussy loves your big penis, lover," Jessica murmured as she felt the 
broad fleshy base of his cock exquisitely massaging the erect bud of her 
clitoris. She was lost in the deluge of unspent passion dammed up inside of 
her for too many years. It was loosened now. Flooding and washing away the 
very roots of her moral fiber until she could barely believe that it had 
been almost twenty years since she had been with a man like this! And yet, 
to even remotely consider such a seduction would have been beyond the realm 
of possibility yesterday, and without a doubt she would despise herself when 
this was over. Still, here she was, reveling in the very depths of her 
depravity, with no intention of stopping until she had satisfied her 
long-denied need to the very limit. 

"Do you want to fuck me, darling?" She teased him lewdly as she worked her 
hungry pussy up and down his rigid shaft of wetly glistening flesh. "Tell 
me, lover, what do you want to do to me?" 

"Uuuuuunnnhh...! " Darrel sighed, the sight of her big milky white breasts 
dancing and swaying so lewdly below his eyes doubling his appreciation of 
her ardent manipulations. 

"Tell me!" she prodded him again, her whole naked body stiffening suddenly 
as she held his pulsating young cock tight inside her seething female 
channel. "I want to hear you say it!" 

Darrel's blue eyes grew round, and he stared down at her in uncomprehending 
disappointment as she stopped her delicious movements beneath him. Then 
suddenly her words penetrated his lust-drugged brain and he rasped hoarsely, 
"I want to fuck you! I'm going to fuck you!" 

"Oh, yesssss, darling," she groaned ecstatically. "Fuck me now!" 

Moaning, she kicked her feet out in the air, and her arms and legs wrapped 
around his lithe young body. Darrel abruptly realized that he was free to do 
whatever he liked to her, and he began to pump his hips up and down, trying 
desperately to ram his hotly imbedded penis further and further into the 
soft, moist channel of her voracious pussy. 

Jessica felt her breath being whipped away by the sensation of the young boy 
so masterfully plunging his long stone-hard cock up into her lusting pussy, 
and she began to rotate her plush silk-skinned buttocks in the most 
provocative manner she could possibly manage. She wanted him to cum, to 
shoot his sweet boiling sperm far up into her belly, to fill her as she had 
never been filled before. This afternoon, she and this sweet-faced boy would 
explore together all the delights of sex that she had tried for so many 
years to forget. 

Darrel's blue eyes were unfocused with the blissful pleasure he was 
experiencing for the first time. His hips bucked madly up and down to bury 
the full length of his lust-inflamed rod deep in the delicate moist 
passageway of the teacher's hungry cunt. He panted as he stared down between 
their naked joined bodies, drinking in the inciting vision of his long 
throbbing shaft of flesh, glistening with her secret juices, driven into the 
coral slit of Jessica's beautiful hair-fringed pussy. The spectacle of her 
full, heavy breasts jouncing beneath his face, the rosy pointed tips like 
two round eyes staring in invitation back up at him filled him with almost 
unbearable excitement. His innocent eyes gaped open wider as he watched the 
movements of the ragged pink flanges of her cunt, the fleshy lips drawing 
back with each slow out-stroke he made, then being swallowed into her belly 
again as he gently thrust forward into her with the smooth in and out rhythm 
he had begun. The wet, flat smack of his hips against her upturned pelvis 
resounded throughout the tiny office as he pistoned his virile young cock 
deeper and deeper into the deliciously clasping warmth of her pussy, and the 
inexperienced youngster vaguely wondered if he were hurting the tight tiny 
hole he had seen when she first opened her legs. It didn't really matter, he 
thought dazedly, because it felt too good to stop now! 

"Oooooh, God, baby, that's sooo gooooodd," Jessie crooned joyously up at him 
as she writhed her pelvis upward to meet each downward stroke of hard boyish 
penis. The dark-haired teacher was no longer ashamed for having lured this 
fantastic youngster to do what he was doing fucking her until she almost 
lost her mind from the sheer pleasure! Her mouth worked sensuously as she 
twisted beneath the blonde teenager, guiding Ms movements with her 
fluttering hands and gyrating hips, lost in the intensity of her wild, 
ever-mounting excitement. She slipped one hand around his neck, pulling his 
face down to rest in the billowing white warmth of her breasts, sensing that 
he was about to cum very soon. She wanted his first time to be perfect, just 
like her own first time with Danny had been, and she ground her hips wildly 
upward to make it as good for him as she possibly could. 

"Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh..." the sandy-haired youngster chanted mindlessly 
above her. He moved suddenly into a rhythm of long, smoother plunging 
strokes that brought his pulsing fleshy length almost all the way out of 
Jessica's tightly clenching vagina on the back-stroke and then drove forward 
into her belly until he could feel the blood-gorged head of his hard cock 
filling her all the way up to the cervix deep inside her passion-wracked 
body. He could feel her hips begin to thrash even more wantonly beneath him, 
and her lusty writhing made him forget everything but the whirlpool of 
animal lust that was building deep inside his cum-filled testicles. 

The lovely older woman moaned ceaselessly up into the air, her flushed face 
registering the intensity of her passion. She was growing more and more 
aroused by the second as the teenager's stiff young penis stroked harder and 
harder into her hotly willing cunt. The fragile wooden frame of the canvas 
cot developed a loud squeak in time to the two tightly intertwined bodies 
struggling mindlessly against each other as the youngster dipped his head to 
take one of her erect sensitive nipples into his mouth and suck hungrily on 
it. The guttural sounds of deep panting grunts and groans filled the tiny 
room, mingling with the moist noises of sweat-soaked flesh smacking sharply 
against sweat-soaked flesh and the wet slurp of the boy's hard cock driving 
madly in and out of Jessie's steaming cunt. 

Then, suddenly, the naked brunette teacher gasped in alarm as she felt the 
youthful cock begin to flex and pulse deep in her rippling belly. The hard 
rubbery head flared out until she was afraid it might tear through her 
vaginal walls into her tender belly. It took a moment before she could 
realize that the youth was about to cum, to shoot his fresh young sperm deep 
into her ravenous pussy. The very thought made her shiver with obscene 
delight. Her hands darted down to grasp his nakedly pumping buttocks, 
pulling him as far as humanly possible into her willing loins. At the same 
time, she felt her own long-awaited climax coming on with the force of a 
tidal wave, and she lifted and waggled her perfect white buttocks lewdly 
from side to side in the air, spiraling her excited cunt up and down on his 
rigidly pistoning cock. 

Suddenly she began to quiver uncontrollably beneath the boy's driving loins. 

"Oh ... oh my God, my darling, I'm ... I'm cummmmmmiiing! I'm cuummmmiiing!" 

Her startled gasp rose to a breathless whine of sheer ecstasy as her nakedly 
voluptuous body tensed and began vibrating like the plucked string on a 
guitar. Her creamy wet fluids started flowing from her rippling vagina, 
drowning the youth's rigidly pistoning member in its sweet sticky warmth. 

Darrel paused for a moment, startled and confused by the beautiful woman's 
sudden convulsions, but then as she gasped out the last of her 
brain-shattering orgasm, the teenager felt himself lose all control of his 
passion. He frantically thrust his exploding young cock all the way into the 
hilt in the hotly contracting depths of Jessica's pussy. With a rush that 
tore the young boy's breath away, his boiling sperm erupted deep up into the 
gorgeous woman's wildly milking cunt, mixing deliciously with the simmering 
juices of her own cumming. 

Pounding waves of delirious sensuality wracked Jessie's naked body as she 
felt the boy's sweet youthful sperm boiling up deep inside her, filling her 
vagina to overflowing with its warm sticky wetness. The starving walls of 
her hot pussy clenched and unclenched greedily around it, desperately 
sucking at the jerking organ like a hungry mouth as she moaned incoherently 
into the air. White hot cum flowed wetly out of her quivering slit and down 
around Darrel's still-pistoning penis, dribbling down into the soft 
wildly-tensing valley of her buttocks, washing over his erupting balls and 
the broad base of his penis as he tried desperately to sink it even deeper 
into the teacher's writhing warm belly. Dazzling flashes of light like 
exploding firecrackers filled the voluptuous brunette's lust-dazed brain as 
she panted out the seemingly endless orgasm, her body quivering and shaking 
like a leaf in a hurricane as she tightened her legs around his driving 
young hips. 

"Oh, darling, don't stop! Don't ever stop!" she babbled, the walls of her 
vagina still rippling excitedly around his spurting cock. 

Her pussy walls clasped insatiably around his emptying penis until the 
virile shaft gave one final spasmodic lurch and then lay motionless in the 
depths of her churning loins. The panting youth fell exhaustedly across her 
body and then, after several moments, Jessica too quivered to stillness, her 
long shapely legs collapsing limply on either side of his boyish body. The 
teenager's clutching grip on her trembling buttocks slowly loosened and was 
finally released altogether. 

Jessie's firm, perfectly shaped body felt drained of all energy and feeling, 
and, as she moved tentatively beneath the weight of the boy, she felt her 
thighs and buttocks slipping in the excess of hot sticky seminal fluid that 
had filled her belly to the bursting point. A moment later, she gently 
rolled Darrel off her weary body, and sighed as the air cooled her 
sweat-soaked belly and chest. As the youth lifted himself from the cot, his 
soft wet penis slipped out from her used and battered cunt with an obscene 
wet plop, and she felt his sperm begin to drain more rapidly out of her, 
trickling down onto the space between her parted thighs. 

Darrel staggered to his feet, then gasped in surprise as he saw by the 
office clock that it was almost five o'clock. Jesus!! His mother would be 
furious if he wasn't home in time for dinner! He hurriedly began retrieving 
his scattered clothes from the floor of Jessica's office, and then suddenly 
remembered where he was and what had just happened to him! His clothes in 
his hand, he turned around again to face the ravishing naked woman who lay 
carelessly spread-eagled on the little cot, her eyes closed in satiated 
exhaustion. He could see the wet, matted furrow of her sex glistening in the 
artificial light of the office. The insides of her thighs were heavily 
smeared with the white sticky juices that had dripped out of her vagina and, 
as he thought ebulliently about his conquest of the beautiful teacher, it 
was all Darrel could do not to climb right back on the cot and do it again. 

"That ... that was really great, Jessica," the light-haired youth whispered 
hesitantly. He was reluctant to disturb her, for the older woman's face was 
wreathed in such peaceful contentment that he could barely believe it was 
the same person who had been screaming out her climax only a few moments 
ago. "I-is it all right to say thank you? You're so beautiful and everything 
... I never thought..." 

Too happily satisfied to even think, Jessica simply smiled warmly at the 
youngster's grateful words. Through the lonely years since she had lost 
Danny, the beautiful dark-haired woman had almost become accustomed to the 
idea that she would never feel a man's penis warmly pulsating inside her 
again, and she was just as pleasantly amazed as the boy. 

"M-miss Morton, are you okay?" Darrel inquired shyly after another moment, 
feeling a tinge of fear at her continued lassitude. "I didn't hurt you or 
anything? I was afraid for a while, but then you seemed to like it so 
much..." 

Roused by the anxiety she heard in the youngster's voice, Jessica slowly 
opened her eyes and languidly turned on the cot to face him. Smiling 
contentedly, she searched her mind for the proper words to express her 
feelings, to tell the boy that he had soothed her body and mind in a way she 
had not known for over twenty years. The overpoweringly sweet warmth she 
felt now was almost too much for her to comprehend herself, much less 
explain to this sweet nearly-innocent lad beside her. 

"Don't worry, darling," she finally said, smiling blissfully up at his 
worried face. "I would have told you if anything had gone wrong. It was 
absolutely marvelous, unbelievable! I only wish we could do it again, but 
you probably should be getting home before your parents start to worry." 

"Yeah, I have to go," Darrel agreed with a little smile of relief. He had 
been afraid that they were going to get started again, and he never would 
have been able to explain coming home after dark to his mother. He hurriedly 
began to pull on his clothes, still dazed with the realization of what had 
happened this afternoon. Some of Ins friends had already screwed girls too, 
but only cheap girls who did it with everybody. God, he'd actually fucked 
the girls' gym teacher it was just too much to believe! 

"Wow, Miss Morton, I mean Jessica ... that was really a wonderful thing we 
did this afternoon," the boy suddenly burst out in a breathless rush. "I 
know you'd never do anything like that with anybody else and ... and..." He 
faltered shyly for a moment, then recklessly blurted out what he had been 
thinking ever since he had first danced with the exciting brunette yesterday 
afternoon. "Well, I guess I kind of love you, if that's all right." 

"And I love you too, Darrel," Jessica dreamily murmured, lost in the glowing 
warmth of her satisfied body. Then, with a start of surprise, she realized 
that what she had said was very near the truth. What she felt for Darrel 
today was very close to the same kind of excited admiration she had felt 
toward Danny before he had died. Could she have spent all these years 
mourning a lost love that was no more than youthful sexual attraction, she 
wondered for the first time. But her thoughts were immediately distracted by 
Darrel's sweet smile as he hovered fully clothed over the cot on which she 
lay. 

"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow," he said, obviously reluctant to leave 
her invitingly naked body. 

"Tomorrow," Jessica nodded assuringly and sat up to plant a quick kiss on 
the shirt over his flat young belly. "Now scoot, lover, before your parents 
come looking for you." 

He blushed and nodded, then rushed out of the office, pausing only to pick 
up the load of books that still sat on the floor in front of her desk. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Hey there, big shot. What have you been up to?" 

The confident smile that had been playing around Darrel's mouth suddenly 
fell away as he recognized Mick Davies lounging against the front door of 
the high school. A guilty little chill spiraled his spine as he heard Mick's 
taunting tone, and, for just a moment, he wondered if the burly senior knew 
about what had just happened in Miss Morton's office. Then, just as quickly, 
he decided that Mick couldn't know the door had been shut all the time and 
Darrel smiled back at Mm. 

"Aw, nothing," he shrugged, barely able to hide the proud feelings that were 
running through his still trembling body. "Just getting a little help with 
some math ... you know how teachers are." 

Mick stared at him narrowly, his dark eyes glinting in obvious disbelief of 
the boy's words. A half an hour ago, the husky athlete had been furious with 
the younger boy for the hurt he was causing Angie, but as the minutes passed 
and the kid had still not appeared, Mick had been forced to develop a sort 
of grudging respect for any boy who could seduce that beautiful, obviously 
cold-assed gym teacher. Still, he could not quite forget the crestfallen 
look on Angie's face when he had told her that Darrel was not in the school. 
He was determined to get those two together somehow! 

"Yeah, well, I'm sure you know teachers better than me, stud," Mick finally 
said slowly. "But listen, why don't you find yourself a girl friend here in 
the school. Angie really digs you, and she's a sharp little chick." 

Angie? Darrel couldn't help the cool, superior grin that appeared on his 
face as he thought of the silliness of going out with Angie when he had Miss 
Morton. He was certain that Angie wouldn't ever do any of the things he and 
Jessica had done that afternoon, and Darrel suspected that there were a lot 
more exciting things they hadn't even tried yet! Why should he bother with a 
dumb sophomore girl when he had a beautiful, mature woman who didn't giggle 
every time you tried to talk with her. Boy, if it wouldn't get Miss Morton 
in trouble, he'd tell him right now and let Mick get jealous about it, but 
instead Darrel just shook his head smugly. 

"No thanks, man. I don't mess around with these chicks here in the school," 
the blonde youngster tossed off cockily. "Why don't you ask Angie out, if 
you think she's so hot." 

"Why you...! " Mick started furiously, then choked back his angry words. It 
wouldn't do Angie any good if he beat Darrel up, no matter how much he 
wanted to punch the little punk. Shaking his head in exasperation, Mick 
stepped back and waved Darrel through the door. "Sure, Beck, maybe I will. 
So long, buddy." 

Darrel rushed outside, strangely relieved as he bounded down the steps to 
the lawn below. There had been something strange about Mick, something that 
Darrel really didn't understand though he didn't know the older boy very 
well. But one thing Darrel did understand was that he had been laid that 
afternoon, been laid by one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. He 
strode down the road toward his home, a warm glow of pride in his heart that 
he had been absolutely faithful to the woman he loved, despite the 
temptation to brag about it. 

Back on the school steps, Mick picked up his own pile of textbooks, his brow 
furrowed in thought. He made a little grimace of disgust as he thought of 
how dumb he had been to even try to talk that Beck kid into dating Angie 
after what had certainly just happened to him. Why the dumb jerk probably 
thought he was in love, especially if that was the first time he had ever 
been fucked. Kids were like that, he thought with the wisdom of a few more 
years of experience. Mick could still remember the first time he had fucked, 
back when he was only thirteen. Jeez, he had been certain he was going to 
marry that girl someday ... until he had found out that she was screwing all 
his friends. That had taught him a lot! 

"Hey! That's it!" he said aloud, stopping suddenly in his tracks as he 
walked down the school steps. The excited sound of his own voice startled 
him, and he self-consciously looked around to see if anyone had heard him. 
The school yard was deserted now, and he abruptly remembered that all the 
guys were probably still waiting for him at the drive-in hamburger shop 
around the corner. They had planned to go on a little fishing trip tomorrow 
after school, and they had to make the arrangements. 

"Well, guys, no fishing tomorrow," Mick said to himself, rehearsing what he 
would say to the guys when he saw them. They had bigger fish to catch 
tomorrow afternoon ... maybe even a boyfriend for Angie in the deal. . . 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

It was three-thirty by the big round clock on the gymnasium wall, and 
Jessica leaned listlessly against one of the huge room's tiled walls. All 
the students and teachers were gone now, exiting as they always did in the 
big rush that accompanies the final bell of the day, and she was alone now, 
listening sadly to the one set of slow footsteps moving away from the 
gymnasium and down the hallway. 

It was Darrel walking away from her and their brief love affair, and Jessica 
shivered with sudden remorse as she realized all over again how much she 
must have hurt him just now. Her conscience was stinging her badly, and for 
a moment the shapely brunette wondered if she had really done the right 
thing. There was no doubt that she had broken his heart and, worse, she had 
badly injured his delicate adolescent ego. Her darling Darrel, what had she 
done to him? She didn't want to think about it ... there was nothing she 
could do about it now. 

"Oh, stop worrying," she told herself gruffly and began to walk around the 
gymnasium, aimlessly rearranging the pieces of equipment that were placed 
against the walls. "It's over. It was all wrong and it's over now." 

But even her determined statements to herself did not stop the hot tears 
that flowed down her cheeks, and the gorgeous dark-haired woman swiped 
angrily at them with a slim hand. She had been fighting tears all day, and 
now it felt almost good to let them flow. What could she have been thinking 
of yesterday? she wondered for perhaps the thousandth time. Had she gone 
completely crazy? 

Jessica sat down on a leather "horse" and pulled a pack of cigarettes from 
the pocket of her shirt. She rarely smoked, but this morning she had found 
an ancient pack on her desk and had been smoking all day to calm her 
frazzled nerves. Even now, a full twenty-four hours after it had happened, 
she could barely believe that she had actually seduced one of the students 
at the high school and done it right in her own office! 

It wasn't until she had arrived home yesterday, still almost glowing from 
the endless orgasm she had experienced under Darrel's virginal loins, that 
the realization had suddenly hit her like a sledge hammer! Sure, she had 
been without a man for almost twenty years, but that was no excuse for 
robbing a fifteen year old boy of his chastity. Why he probably wasn't even 
old enough to shave! Stunned by the magnitude of what she had done, Jessica 
had simply collapsed on her bed at home, sobbing in hysterical disbelief. 
But after a half an hour of tears, she had realized that she would have to 
pull herself together, to somehow decide what she would have to do about 
Darrel, and about her own suddenly ungovernable urges. She had almost felt 
as though another person, someone viciously evil and immoral, had been in 
control of her body and mind for the past few days, making her feel and 
think things that were absolutely foreign to her nature. She wondered what 
warped thing in her personality had caused her to undress before that sweet 
young boy yesterday afternoon ... and worse, encourage him on as he 
abandoned his innocence to satisfy her perverted desires. 

At last, she had come to a decision. 

Young Darrel had waited for her after her last class today, as she suspected 
he might, his innocent blue eyes shining with anticipation at seeing her 
alone once again. 

"Oh, Jessica, I've been waiting all day to see you," he had said 
breathlessly as soon as the last student left the gym. "I've been thinking 
about yesterday ... all night long too! I just couldn't wait to see you 
again." 

Jessica had decided to speak gently with him, to explain why it was so wrong 
to do what they were doing, but then as he had approached her so excitedly, 
she had become nervous and afraid. Even with all the guilt she would have to 
live with, the hot-blooded brunette knew that it would be so easy to just do 
it again ... what would one more time really matter? There he had stood 
before her, his bright young face shining with eager adolescent love, and 
she felt her fear turning unreasonably to anger. 

"Darrel, I'm sorry but what happened yesterday it was just a mistake," she 
had announced with uncaring coolness. "Please, forget it." 

The sandy-haired youngster had winced as if struck in the face, the excited 
smile disappearing from his lips. He had stared dumbly at her for a moment, 
then grinned hesitantly as if hoping to share the joke he obviously hoped 
she was making. Jessie had remained stonily impassive, staring at the gym 
clock in an apparent hint that she wanted to go home. 

"IT don't understand," he had finally managed to say, staring miserably at 
her as she reluctantly looked back to him. He had reached out to touch her 
arm, then recoiled as she jerked away from his tentative fingers. "Why? 
Don't you like me anymore?" 

"Not that way so you can forget it!" she had snapped, secretly terrified 
that she might relent once again. Then, hating herself for the hurt she was 
causing him, but too frightened of her own weakness to be any kinder, she 
had closed the conversation brutally. "To put it bluntly, Darrel, you're 
just a boy. I'm a grown woman and I need a man. That's the way it is ... I'm 
sorry dear!" 

After that, there had been nothing more to say. With a strangled cry the 
tow-headed boy had bolted from her. Instantly remorseful, the ravishing 
brunette had reached her hand out to catch him, but it had been too late. 
Half-blinded by her own flowing tears, she had watched his slender figure 
sprinting across the polished wood floor toward the swinging door that lead 
into the school corridor. And now, as she carelessly flicked her cigarette 
ashes on the floor of the gymnasium, she could clearly imagine the anguished 
sobs of humiliation and disappointment that were surely wracking his slim 
young body. It was almost more than she could bear to think about! 

"Miss Morton! Miss Morton, quick! Somebody's been hurt in here!" 

Jessica whirled around at the sound of the loud male voice, just in time to 
see the door to the boys' locker room swing shut. She hesitated for a 
moment, wondering if she should run back to her office for a first aid kit, 
then decided against it. Quickly putting all her other thoughts about Darrel 
to the back of her mind, she sprinted toward the double door that led to the 
locker room and pushed through it. 

The locker room was unlighted, illuminated only faintly by the pale light 
that penetrated the narrow panels of frosted glass by the ceiling. Jessica 
looked anxiously around and could see nothing but the locker-lined walls and 
bare tables in the center of the blue-tiled room. 

"Hello? Where are you?" she called out, still searching the dimly lit room 
for some sign of the injured boy. The only answer was a soft moan from the 
far end of the room. 

The girls' gym teacher had only been in this locker room once before, a few 
years ago when Fred was showing her how it was arranged, and now she tried 
to remember where the light switches were placed. She could barely see as 
she walked past the long tables where the boys left their clothing and 
towels while they were in class. When she arrived at the end of the room, 
another low groan came from her right and she turned through the archway 
leading to the showers. 

"Hey, honey, need a towel?" a mocking male voice suddenly asked from one of 
the darkened cubicles and then a light went on overhead. 

Jessica gasped as three stark naked boys stepped out of one of the showers. 
With no idea of what was going on, she turned around to run, only to come 
face to face with two more boys standing in the doorway blocking her way. 
These two were also absolutely unclothed and the beautiful brunette blushed 
scarlet as she dropped her eyes to the tiled floor. 

"W-what is this? There was somebody hurt in here ... I thought," she 
inquired in a shaky voice that barely rose above a whisper. "You boys 
shouldn't be in here." 

"You mean, you shouldn't be in the boys' shower room with a bunch of naked 
kids," a husky dark-haired boy jeered as he stepped closer to her, making no 
effort to cover the thick dangling penis that hung down between his muscular 
thighs. "But then, you like naked little kids, don't you, Miss Morton? How 
come you sent Darrel away just now? He could have joined the party." 

"What are you talking about, Mick?" she cried, suddenly recognizing the 
youngster as the one who had made the obscene comment about her dress the 
first day of dancing classes. She was frightened and astonished by what he 
was saying, but made a desperate attempt not to show it. "You boys should be 
out of school now. If you don't let me out of here and get dressed right 
now, I'm going to have to report you to the principal. This is ridiculous!" 

"You didn't think it was so ridiculous yesterday afternoon in your office 
with Darrel Beck," another voice drawled mockingly from behind her. "What 
would the principal think about that? Or Darrel's mother?" 

"Yeah, what about that?" a chorus of deep voices demanded as the group of 
naked boys began to move closer to her stiffly standing form. The first 
twinges of real dread began to purl in Jessica's stomach as she stared at 
the youngsters who were surrounding her, all smiling and nodding amiably in 
sinister contrast to their damning words. Her heart sank even further as she 
suddenly recognized the group; they were the "fast" crowd in the school, a 
bunch of senior boys notorious for their souped-up cars and wild drinking 
parties. Some of the teachers even whispered that the boys participated in 
orgies with wild girls from the nearby state university. 

"Listen, I don't know what you're talking about, and I have no intention of 
finding out," she shakily said. "Now I'm leaving!" 

"No, you're not, sweetie," Mick said menacingly, his muscled arm snaking out 
to clasp her around her slender shoulders. "If you're not nice to us, we 
might just scream for help right now and tell everybody that you were trying 
to molest us, just like you did with poor innocent Darrel. Wouldn't the 
school board just love to hear about that?" 

"Oh my God," she groaned softly as she finally realized that she was being 
blackmailed by this group of diabolical youngsters. How did they find out? 
It broke her heart to think that Darrel might have told them, but it didn't 
really make any difference now. The point was that they did know, and now 
she would be made to pay for her secret seduction of the teenager. "What ... 
what do you mean ... be nice to you?" she finally asked dully as she stood 
surrounded by the nakedly leering youngsters in the center of the shower 
room. 

"Oh, we just want a little bit of the same," Mick said offhandedly. Then 
with a devilish grin, he added, "But this time, we might be able to teach 
the teacher something." As he saw the look of horror on her face, he laughed 
evilly at her and jerked his pelvis forward so that his heavy cock flopped 
lewdly against his thigh. 

The beautiful teacher was almost tempted to laugh at the bitter irony of her 
situation. After almost two decades of determined chastity in the memory of 
her dead first love, the first time she succumbed to the temptation of lust 
had led to this a gang rape by a group of teenagers! As if to confirm her 
unspoken thoughts, one of the boys suddenly reached out to pinch cruelly at 
Jessica's breasts through her light spring blouse, and the frightened woman 
heard snickers ripple through the group. Her dread advanced to 
near-paralyzing terror as she stared from one to the other of the youthful 
faces, their features contorted into obscene masks of lustful anticipation. 
She wondered if it would do her any good to try to reason with Mick, the 
obvious leader, but realized that it would probably only make her situation 
worse. Already, they seemed to be taking great glee in their sadistic 
teasing, and she sensed that a verbal struggle would only make matters worse 
for her, and more to their liking. 

"Come on, guys, let's get her clothes off!" someone urged suddenly. 

"Yeah, I want to fuck her first!" another boy announced boldly. 

"Well, I want her to suck me off," she heard someone else chime in. "I 
haven't had my prick sucked in a few weeks!" 

"Shit, maybe she'd like it up her ass," another deeper voice interjected. "I 
could stand that..." 

"Don't you think we better undress her first," Mick interrupted with a grin. 
"Then, we'll just take our time. Everybody's gone home, and we've got all 
night if we want to stay." 

Jessica tried to protest but couldn't. Her words knotted in her throat and 
she could barely catch her breath. A numbing sense of helplessness had 
overtaken her as she listened to the vile foulness spewing from the lips of 
these unfeeling youngsters around her. She gazed into the faces of the 
teenage boys, her tear-wet eyes pleading mutely for mercy, but they were 
already too busy tearing at her clothes, their hands hungrily exploring her 
lush curves, to pay any attention to her distress. There was nothing she 
could do to save herself, she knew. She was physically out numbered by the 
leering naked boys and their heartless blackmail had placed her at their 
mercy. The beautiful brunette woman stood passively as young fingers moved 
more and more demandingly over the softness of her suddenly naked flesh, 
twisting and kneading at the rounded whiteness of her breasts and buttocks 
with unquenchable fascination. She could do nothing but gaze wildly around 
her, trying futilely to cover her full-swelling curves with her hands as she 
attempted to grasp the full meaning of what was happening to her. 

Jessica felt as though she were existing in a dream actually a nightmare, as 
someone grasped her hand and led her out to the locker room. Oh God! She was 
completely naked now and it was hopeless to even think of running. Besides, 
as she looked dazedly at the youngsters who milled around her, she started 
to lose whatever certainty she had had that she wanted to escape from the 
cruel fate these boys had planned for her. In the dim light of the locker 
room, she could not seem to tear her big round eyes from the tantalizing 
sight of the smooth gleaming youthful flesh that appeared everywhere before 
her as the teenagers moved closer to lift her up onto one of the long wooden 
massage tables in the center of the room. Her brown-eyed gaze lingered on 
the stiff boyish cocks, all sizes and shapes, that seemed to drift through 
her field of vision, and she dully wondered if they would all feel as good 
as 

Darrel's virile young shaft of flesh had felt pulsating up in her stomach 
yesterday afternoon. Somewhere, deep in her mind, the suspicion was growing 
that they might feel even better. There were so many of them, poised like 
long, slender javelins and thick poles wherever she looked. 

Ashamed of her own damning weakness, she forced herself to look away as one 
of the boys pressed close to her nakedly quivering body to push her back to 
the center of the table. As more hands parted her long lithe legs and pulled 
them out until her feet hung over the edges of the table, she became 
suddenly aware of her heart leaping in her chest. This must be some sort of 
weird joke, she tried to reassure herself. They were just trying to scare 
her, only that. Mick and all his rowdy friends would probably torture her 
with uncertainty for a few minutes longer, and then leave her there. Surely, 
they would not actually ... they wouldn't... 

No, it was simply impossible! 

"Let's get her warmed up, guys," she heard Mick's voice rasp. "Who'd like to 
eat a little bit of this sweet teacher pussy?" 

Jessica's head shot up from the table, and she stared in horror as she heard 
the student's question. The table on which she was lying was already 
surrounded by the grinning youths and from the group, the ravishing naked 
woman heard a cool, confident voice. 

"I can take care of that part," a tall, good looking blonde boy said. "I 
don't mind waiting for my turn after that, 'cause I wanted her to give me a 
head job anyway." 

"Yeah, Larry can handle that all right," another voice chuckled knowingly. 
"I never heard any complaints from the cunts he's scarfed! Let's see if he 
can show the teacher a few new tricks." 

"Hell, I didn't even know teachers had pussies until today," another gruff 
voice added, provoking the group to loud, bawdy laughter. 

Despite the raucous gaiety around her, Jessica was lost in a shocked state 
of numbness as she watched the fair-haired youth climb up onto the table 
between her forcibly widespread legs. Someone handed him a towel to kneel 
on, and a self-assured smile spread over his smooth young features. She 
could barely believe the obscene thing the boys had been saying. It was 
almost too humiliating to bear, and her muscles momentarily tensed in 
preparation for escape before she realized again that she was entirely 
surrounded by the naked bodies of the watching boys. 

"Hey, give us another couple of towels for Miss Morton's ass," Mick directed 
one of the other youngsters. "When she starts twitching around on this hard 
table, she might get some splinters in that pretty backside of hers." 

Jessica did not bother to struggle as she felt the thick cushioning towels 
being shoved under her buttocks to protect her from the table top. A 
despairing sense of helplessness had gripped her, paralyzing her brain until 
she wondered if she had ever been any place but trapped in this locker room, 
naked and surrounded by all these lusting boys. In a last effort to avoid 
the inevitable, she gazed tearfully into the grinning face of the blonde 
youth crouching at her feet, but Larry was already preoccupied arranging her 
long, perfect shaped limbs so that everyone present could see the soft, 
hair-framed lips of her defenseless little pussy before he started orally 
tormenting her. 

With a low moan of despair, the gorgeous dark-haired teacher fell limply 
back on the table. There was nothing for her to do now but accept what they 
had planned for her. She lay in abject submission, without the strength to 
struggle anymore, as she felt Larry's fingers begin to move teasingly over 
the rounded smoothness of her thighs and then up to the heaving ivory mounds 
of her breasts, twisting and kneading the passive flesh as the others 
watched in apparent envy. 

"Come on, Larry, let's see what that educated tongue of yours can do," one 
of the youths demanded impatiently. "You going to warm her up or should we 
do it?" 

"Just watch, gang," the blonde boy said cockily, grasping her silken 
wide-splayed thighs to pull her hips closer to him on the table. 

Jessica moaned softly in a half-daze of terror and humiliation as her slim 
curvaceous body slid unresistingly toward her young tormentor, her long 
creamy legs collapsing outward at obscene angles on either side of his 
sinewy naked body. Above her on all sides, she could see the other high 
school athletes peering hungrily down at her own white nakedness, their 
stares like the burning eyes of jackals waiting for the lion to finish 
eating. For a moment she succumbed to the urge to look back at them in 
defiance, but it was pointless now and she knew it. If only she had never 
surrendered to her evil desire for Darrel's lithe virginal body in the first 
place, she thought wearily. If only she could have managed to put aside her 
silly pride and had accepted sexual propositions from men who were nearer 
her own age, while she still had her dignity. 

Anything would have been preferable to the shame and debasement she was 
experiencing now. 

Jessica shuddered and tightly clenched her eyes shut against the sensation 
of Larry's young hands dancing with surprising lightness over the sensitive 
flesh of her exposed inner thighs. A slight tremor of unwanted excitement 
rippled through her naked body at his gentle touch, but she angrily vowed 
that this time she would not allow herself to surrender to whatever erotic 
sensations, no matter how intense, that the boys might produce in her 
defenselessly naked body. She dully wondered how long it would be before 
they were finished with their vile gang rape. 

The frightened teacher stared anxiously down at the youth crouched 
menacingly on all fours between her widespread thighs. He hovered there like 
a beast of prey staring up between her upstanding breasts at her 
fear-strained face as he placed his palms against the insides of her 
quivering thighs, his thumbs resting knowingly on the soft fleshy outer 
folds of her pussy. The pink moist flesh of her naked vagina was presented 
up to his leering face in defenseless sacrifice, and she lay frozen on the 
long table, her mortification complete, as she watched the boy's tongue 
slowly circle his lips in nervous preparation for the ravishment about to 
take place. 

Savoring her discomfort the youngster began a slow, torturing outward 
movement with his experienced hands, drawing the rosy cuntal lips slowly 
apart until the moist, gently pulsing slit below was obscenely exposed to 
the excited gazes of all the other boys who stood watching. Then, with a low 
animal-like groan of lust, the light-haired youth dropped his head and 
buried the full length of his long slippery tongue lizard-like into the warm 
throbbing walls of Jessica's widespread vaginal slit. 

The beautiful brunette teacher jerked suddenly, a breathless groan escaping 
her lips. As shocks of unwelcome pleasure began to purl through her belly, 
she ground her naked buttocks down into the white towels, instinctively 
trying to escape the maddening assault on her sensitive female flesh. 

"No! Stop it! Dear God, make him stop!" she cried in horror and shame before 
the boy's unexpected attack. Her head had lifted off the towel, and she 
stared in undisuised dismay at the sight of the youngster's tawny head 
wedged between her open thighs. She tried to remember that she was being 
raped against her will, but all she could think about was that if she 
surrendered to the tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure she would be lost. Once 
again, she would have succumbed to lust for students in her own school. The 
spector of guilt would haunt her life forever! 

"Oh, God, this is awful ... make him stop ... please please," she whimpered 
beseechingly up at Mick Davies who stood a few feet away. But he only 
grinned smugly at her, as though he knew her reluctance was only a false 
mask that was relentlessly being torn away from her by the irresistible 
persuasion of his friend's skillful lips and tongue. 

"You can't do this ... you can't ... you can't," she chanted over and over 
again to herself as her head fell back onto the massage table. She couldn't 
let herself be conquered by the spearing tongue that was fucking mercilessly 
in and out of her ravaged vagina. Yet, even against her will, she could feel 
the traitorous excitement building in her body until it felt as if her nerve 
ends were exploding in tiny bonfires of lewd lust. 

As his mouth and tongue worked unceasingly at the widespread tightness of 
Jessie's pussy, Larry gazed up at her lust-twisted face through the 
quivering white mounds of her breasts. He saw her elbows begin to press 
tightly against her sides as the tension within her grew almost unendurable, 
while her firmly rounded breasts danced sensuously from the buffeting her 
lower body was undergoing. With increasing arrogance, the youngster reached 
up over the white flatness of her belly and began to knead the fleshy 
softness of the big breasts, his fingers rolling the hardening nipples 
between them in unrelenting caresses that he knew were driving the naked 
teacher almost insane. He was working carefully now, waiting patiently for 
the first sure signs of surrender that he was certain would come at any 
second. 

Jessica's hands closed convulsively into fists as she struggled to stifle 
the moan of passion she felt building in her throat. She could feel Larry's 
ovaled lips sucking harder, drawing the delicate tingling folds of her 
vagina deep into the warm wet cavern of his mouth as his tongue flicked 
rhythmically, teasingly, over the quivering erected bud of her clitoris, 
pushing her nerves almost beyond human endurance. Despite all her efforts to 
control her desires, her fears were rapidly fading to be replaced by a 
mounting lust that was throbbing more and more insistently in her tortured 
female flesh. 

The captive teacher was suddenly finding it hard to remember the fact that 
she was trapped in the boys' gymnasium and being physically forced to 
participate in a sadistic sex orgy by a vicious group of teenage athletes. 
For a bare moment, she relaxed her guard and a long, low sigh escaped her 
lips as Larry's tongue left her pussy to caress the entire wet length of the 
splayed-open crevice between her quivering thighs, stopping momentarily to 
pay a wet probing homage to her tightly puckered anus nestled below. 

At the unexpected and strange new sensation, Jessica's hips began a sudden 
involuntary writhing into the towel-cushioned massage table, and soft 
mewling animal sounds leaked pitifully from between her tightly clenched 
teeth. 

In the small excited group that circled the polished table in the dusky 
afternoon light, the tension was almost electric and each of the teenagers 
smiled in satisfaction as they heard the soft sounds of surrender from the 
beautiful teacher. Through the haze of her suddenly all-consuming passion, 
Jessica's eyes could barely distinguish Mick Davies' smug smile from among 
the sea of faces above her and she closed her eyes, dimly wondering why the 
youngsters had chosen her to molest in this obscene way. 

Above her, Mick moved a little closer to the towel, nodding triumphantly as 
he thought of the disillusionment Darrel Beck would feel when he heard about 
his beloved teacher's infidelity to him with half a dozen guys. He knew that 
her resistance, though stubborn, had been completely shattered now, that she 
was too far gone to resist anything he and the boys might want to do to her, 
and he began to imagine all the weird erotic things they would use her 
luscious body for this afternoon. He chuckled obscenely as he saw Jessica's 
graceful hands desperately clawing at Larry's wavy blonde hair, guiding the 
youth's face closer to the hungrily palpitating opening of her cunt. In 
response to his friend's snicker, the blonde boy winked up at Mick, then ran 
his tongue into the soft-rimmed flesh of the gym teacher's cunt, flicking 
playfully at it for a moment and then quickly withdrawing to tease again 
around the throbbing swollen pink flanges of her opening. 

All inhibitions lost, Jessica groaned in shameless desire and grasped the 
boy's head tighter between her hands, pressing his mouth directly over the 
tight little hole of her impassioned vagina. His face dug deeper in the warm 
crevice between her widespread buttocks and his mouth sucked voraciously at 
it, teasing it, and lightly pinching her swollen clitoris with the sharp 
tips of his teeth until her cries began to lengthen out to one long 
continuous sobbing moan of pleasure. 

"Oh, that's gooood, soooo goooood," Jessica sang out deliriously as she 
writhed and churned her buttocks below him in a lewd dance of unleashed 
desire, her body and mind completely involved in the glorious feeling of the 
student's mouth sucking so beautifully between her loins. 

The teacher's cunt flowered open wider and wider as her moistness increased 
with each additional second his sucking mouth worked at her wide-split 
crevice. The fragrant, titillating wetness of her passion began to run in 
narrow trickles down the sides of the boy's sweating cheeks, causing them to 
shine, and then down the insides of her fluidly working loins into the 
clenching flesh of her firm globular ass cheeks. 

"Wow, I never saw anything like that before," one of the boys gasped from 
somewhere above. 

"Yeah, give her hell, Larry," another encouraged enthusiastically. 

Jessica barely heard the boys' obscene comments but their general admiration 
seemed to incite the blonde boy further, and his tongue licked gluttonously 
at her flame-seared vaginal hole as her updrawn legs spasmodically opened 
and closed around his laboring face. The wild, abandoned tempo of her 
grinding loins made it clear to Larry that the voluptuous teacher was almost 
ready to cum. Despite his earlier words, now he wanted nothing more than to 
drive his erectly tingling cock into the softness of her wetly heated pussy. 
His long stiff penis was already throbbing with anticipation as he worked 
his mouth and tongue over her pungently seeping cuntal flesh. 

Then suddenly he could wait no longer! He had to fuck her right away. He 
withdrew his glistening face from the grip of her hands and moved up to 
position himself over her wantonly writhing body. 

Jessica suddenly realized that the boy's ministrations had stopped 
momentarily. Her eyes popped open wide in shocked frustration, and when she 
saw the blonde boy's muscular torso hovering above her prostrate body, she 
threw her arms around his neck and pulled him roughly down to her again. She 
had been so close, so agonizingly close to a wildly satisfying orgasm, and 
now she desperately ground her quivering buttocks down hard into the towel 
in an attempt to stem the lust that was blazing out of control in her belly. 
Suddenly forgotten was all her guilt, her humiliation at the cruel trick the 
boys had played on her. The lingering feeling of Larry's experienced mouth 
and tongue working over her throbbing wet pussy had filled her with a desire 
that was more intense than she had ever believed herself to be capable of. 
Now, she only wanted to complete the experience, to have the orgasm that 
would soothe the burning need that was raging throughout her entire 
lust-wracked body. But still the youth leaned over her nakedly writhing form 
as though he were waiting for something, something she could not comprehend. 

"Please ... do it now, now," she finally gasped, pulling him more tightly 
down against her shamelessly aroused body. 

Above her, the blonde teenager smiled triumphantly at her pleading words. It 
had galled him and his friends, more than they cared to admit, that Darrel, 
one of the quietest bookworms in the school, should have gotten into this 
exciting woman's pants before them, the most notorious studs around. He 
wanted to feel this haughty bitch squirming under him, to show the others 
that she wanted him more than she ever wanted Darrel. He wanted her to beg 
for it. 

"Please what?" he demanded coldly. 

"Please do it to me," Jessica cried, no longer caring what she must sound 
like to the others crowing about her naked body in the locker room. "Hurry, 
Larry, I need it ... now! Now!" 

"Then say it right," he growled with cold arrogance. "Beg me to fuck you, 
Miss Morton!" 

"Oooooooooh, God, don't make me do that I can't, I can't," she groaned 
pitifully, fighting with all her strength and courage to escape this last, 
ultimate humiliation. This, she knew, would be the final surrender, and 
there would be no escaping her shameful guilt ever again. This bit of 
resistance was the only thing she had left. They had taken everything else, 
her pride and her virtue, her dignity, her self-respect everything was gone. 
But she couldn't let them have the pleasure of hearing her beg too. 

Then suddenly the confident youngster reached between their naked bodies and 
tauntingly ran his finger up and down the wet, hungering length of her open 
pussy. Quaking at the unbelievably electric sensation that seared her 
frazzled nerve ends, and without thinking, Jessica at last opened her mouth 
and gasped out shamelessly. 

"Oh, for God's sake, Larry, fuck me, fuck me, please!" 

As the other youngsters whooped victoriously, Jessica knew that her 
humiliation and degradation were utterly complete now. For just once in her 
life she had allowed herself to lose control over all the things that she 
knew were right, and now she was no better than a low prostitute, a filthy 
slut off the street who pandered to innocent teenage boys! 

"Wow, you really got her there, Larry," Mick crowed exultantly from his 
vantage point above. "Now, sock it to her!" 

As the excited woman's legs kicked up and her heels curled around his sinewy 
hips, the blonde teenager thrust his pelvis down toward the gaping slit of 
her throbbing cunt. With no further preliminaries, the boy grasped his rigid 
prick and guided the heavy lust-swollen member straight into her excitedly 
waiting vagina, his body smacking down on her with a force that knocked the 
air from her lungs. He levered up on his arms again, then drove his 
granite-hard penis as deep as it would go into her hungrily clasping pussy. 
His sperm-bloated young balls smacked against her willingly up-thrust 
buttocks before he pulled out to ram his skewering length into her again. 

"Oooooooh," she moaned ecstatically beneath the sex-crazed teenager as the 
warm moist walls of her vagina slipped wetly over his shaft of stiff flesh 
like a tight fitting glove. Larry's short, thick cock raced in and out of 
the depths of her belly, her wetness surrounding it and lubricating his 
every stroke. As the youth ground his pelvis down into her nakedly writhing 
flesh, Jessica strained back under him, arching her quaking loins up to him, 
lifting both of their pumping bodies up off the towel with the strength of 
her eager upward thrusts. 

This was what she had needed, and God, it was so good! The shameless teacher 
chanted lewdly incoherent encouragements to the blonde youngster as his 
thick jerking cock pistoned into her mercilessly. Larry's warm slippery 
tongue rammed deep into her open mouth, his saliva drooling down into her 
throat, and Jessica sucked insanely at it, savoring the musky pungent flavor 
of her own cuntal secretions lingering on the boy's mouth. Her cock-hungry 
body was caught up in a mad spiral of naked, raw lust that she had never 
known existed ... let alone in her. She moaned again as she strained toward 
the peak of sensation that was now so near, so very near. 

Then, suddenly, as she bucked uncontrollably beneath the teenager's slamming 
body, she felt his hotly throbbing cock stiffen without warning and begin 
spewing its white hot liquid far into the hidden recesses of her tortured 
womb. Spurt after spurt of his heated cun ricocheted against the walls of 
her expanded passage, drowning her cervix in its creamy warmth. 

Jessica groaned in an agony of frustration. It had been too soon again, too 
soon! She was so close, the peak just a moment away. She strained crazily 
for it, but the exhausted boy's dead weight fell heavily across her 
still-writhing body. The spent, rapidly deflating penis hung useless between 
her churning thighs as she angrily buffeted her wet pelvis up against it. 

Tears of fury and desperation rolled down her flushed cheeks but the soft 
dangling cock limply evaded her anguished upward thrusts. Larry rolled from 
her body, breathing heavily in satisfaction. He'd gotten his fun and now it 
was going to be a hell of an afternoon for the rest of the gang. 

The lust-fire raged on in Jessica's cruelly aroused body, even as Larry 
slipped off the table top. She was already looking forward to the next cock, 
her buttocks grinding down into the towels in hungry anticipation. 

Through the haze of her passion, the beautiful teacher barely made out the 
face of Mick leaning over her, grinning in satisfaction. "What do you want. 
Miss Morton?" he asked her mockingly, shrugging his shoulders in feigned 
wonder. 

"Oh God, tell someone to fuck me! Hurry, please!" she wailed. Her 
unsatisfied cunt was a steaming hot cavern now that twitched like a nerve 
out of control and ached to be filled. Her muscles felt so tense that she 
was dimly afraid they might explode if someone didn't put a cock into her 
right away. She began to sob hysterically, crying for release from the 
torture of her sexual need. 

"Okay," Mick grinned and climbed up on the table. As if by pre-arranged 
signal, one of the boys switched on the flourescent light in the locker 
room. Jessica gasped and held her breath. As the brawny, dark-haired boy 
knelt on the table, her eyes traveled down his muscular naked body and her 
cry died in her throat as she saw the giant cock that reared out from his 
sinewy belly like a third arm with a huge pair of fists balled below it. It 
was so large that she couldn't believe it at first, and then it jerked 
before her fascinated eyes and she fearfully cringed back into the towel on 
the table. 

"Think that'll do the job, sweetheart?" the burly youth's voice snickered 
from somewhere above her. "I never got any complaints from the girls out at 
the college..." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Still blinking her big brown eyes against the glaring overhead light, 
Jessica jerked her gaze away from the awesome sight of Mick Davies' cock and 
stared around the circle of youthful faces. Her body was hungrily demanding 
fulfillment, but her mind was rational enough to realize the horror that was 
about to happen to her. She drew her legs tightly together against the 
impending danger of the monstrous penis, terror running rampant through her 
dazed mind. 

"You must be joking," Jessie whispered weakly. "You can't do this. My God, 
it would split me in two. Y-you ... you must be crazy. No woman could take 
that." 

The fear-stricken teacher squeezed her eyes tightly shut to blot out the 
sight of the leering young faces closing in around her to get a better view 
of the unbelievable spectacle about to take place before them. Ignoring her 
apparent terror, two of the muscular youths grasped her ankles and forced 
them far apart. The delicate sensitive cuntal slit nestling in the soft dark 
forest of her pussy hair flowered into full view of the young spectators, 
while the others strained closer to better view the moistly throbbing 
genitals of the beautiful teacher. One youth, too excited to stand still 
reached forward with trembling hands and pinched one of her seductively 
quivering breasts; he dug his fingertips into the soft warm flesh for a 
moment, and then nervously withdrew, his breathing rate noticeably 
increased. 

As Mick climbed between her wide-splayed legs, Jessica shook her head back 
and forth in horrified stupefaction. No, it couldn't be true! He would kill 
her, tear her apart! His thick menacing penis wasn't human. She couldn't 
allow them to do this to her! 

Suddenly, Jessica's face twisted in anguish as the restraining hands on her 
ankles raised the slender white columns of her legs up off the table and 
over her shoulders until her very toes were touching the cool wood at the 
back of her head. Every muscle in her body felt as though it were being 
stretched beyond belief. The flat plane of her delicate hair-covered pussy 
was offered up to the hulking dark-haired youth in sacrificial offering. It 
was his to plunder at will.... 

Mick grinned down at it lustfully, his eyes bright in undisguised desire. 
The hulking youth stroked his immense cock with both hands as if in greedy 
preparation for the assault upon the helpless uptilted cunt before him. His 
powerful body swayed on his knees like a mountainside about to crash down in 
an avalanche, and the glistening purplish skin on the head of his awesome 
cock shone threateningly in the light. He inched forward on his knees, his 
huge bulging penis jutting out like a derrick, the great shaft of hard flesh 
bouncing slightly as he moved. 

Jessica peered up through her wide-spread thighs, her eyes agog in awed 
terror as she watched the muscles bulging on the young torso advancing on 
the defenselessly exposed crevice between her legs. She could not tear her 
eyes away from the heavy instrument that was about to rip into her 
still-trembling body in vicious rape. The sight hypnotized her into abject 
stillness, and she could do nothing but wait for the terrible assault to 
begin. 

Suddenly, without further warning, Mick jerked his hips back and Jessica 
found herself lifting her pelvis upward as though she were under some kind 
of spell, searching with her gaping hot pussy for the fleshy pole that was 
about to rip her belly asunder. The lust-incited group around the table 
gasped as the great pulsing cock-head found her moist warm opening and 
paused for a moment, nosing at the pink, ragged edges of flesh as she ground 
her still-hungry pelvis frantically up at it. Then, the muscles of the boy's 
buttocks tightened as he lifted himself high in the air over the upturned 
loins of the wide-eyed, expectantly trembling teacher. The thick palpitating 
cock-head poised at the wetly waiting opening of her greedy cunt for what 
seemed an eternity, and then he jerked his pelvis forward with one brutal 
lunge. The huge blood-filled tip disappeared between her legs into the soft, 
hair-lined folds of her cuntal lips. 

"Aaaaaaggghhh!" Jessica screamed, tossing her head insanely from side to 
side at the agonizing pain of the brutal penetration. 

Mick flexed his buttocks and the mammoth prick-head submerged another 
torturous inch into her wide-stretched pussy as she desperately tried to 
free her legs from the ruthlessly imprisoning hands of the other boys, to 
kick loose and escape the inhumanly large impalement. But the hands held her 
firmly in place atop the massage table in the gymnasium. 

"Uuuuuuggghh! No! It's too big! Oooooh, stop!" she cried brokenly, certain 
that she was being torn up the middle. The pain was unbearable, racking her 
cruelly-stretched body like tiny sharp puncturing needles. 

Hot breath coursed over her nakedly sweating body as the gang of teen-agers 
leaned closer, their faces hovering within inches of her straining flesh. 
She felt hands clutching at her breasts from all around her and more hands 
and fingers reaching out to touch and squeeze every accessible inch of her 
defenseless flesh until it seemed as though she were covered with fingers. 

"Nooooo! Pleeease!" Jessica sobbed hysterically, tears pouring out from 
under the trembling lids of her closed, unseeing eyes. 

But her struggling protests seemed only to incite Mick and, with a sadistic 
grin, he suddenly pushed forward with a crushing thrust that plowed the 
monstrous penis deep up into her vaginal passageway, pushing great waves of 
pink moist flesh before it. The suffering teacher quaked convulsively as the 
gigantic shaft plunged relentlessly on up into her belly. Her lust-dimmed 
mind raced in a frantic attempt to understand what was happening to her as 
the huge savagely pulsating cock filled her, crowding and smashing her inner 
organs as it tunneled even deeper, deeper. She felt as though it would burst 
to her throat if the penetration didn't stop soon, but still the monstrous 
penis drove deeper into her, tearing her soul from her body in overwhelming 
waves of depraved sensuality. 

Then it stopped! With a body-crushing jolt, the boy's pelvis slammed against 
her defenselessly up-thrust buttocks, and the immense sperm-swollen 
testicles slapped into the wide-split crevice between her ass-cheeks. Mick's 
thick, lust-inflated cock was sunk all the way up to the hilt in her 
tortured pussy, filling every part of her insides. 

The experienced teen-ager hovered motionless for a moment over the teacher's 
prostrate form, waiting for the groaning woman to adjust to the presence of 
his huge shaft planted far up inside her pain-rippling belly. He watched as 
her grimacing face began to relax, her tightly-clenched teeth slowly opening 
in surprised relief as the initial agony of the massive intrusion gradually 
faded. 

Mick gently flexed his giant rod of virile young flesh inside her, and a 
deep groan escaped her lips as her eyelids fluttered against the pain. The 
youth flexed again, then again, grinning knowingly at the others around him 
when the groans became softer and softer as Jessica's painfully throbbing 
passage began to accept the unnatural size of his rock-hard cock. He started 
to move his hips in a slow revolving motion, grinding the huge member 
tightly into the teacher's naked pussy, stretching the still-cringing wet 
walls until the enormous shaft fit in the sheath of her vagina like a piston 
in a well-oiled cylinder. 

Gleaming young eyes peered lustfully within inches of the enormous buried 
weapon, amazed that the tight little hole they had seen before could have 
swallowed the whole length of it. Again, this time more boldly, youthful 
hands rubbed lewdly over the twin moons of her buttocks and kneaded her 
flattened breasts. She felt fingers pulling cruelly at her fleshy hair-lined 
pussy lips that were clamped so tightly around the solidly embedded prick. 
The beautiful woman stiffened in shock as she felt an anonymous finger-tip 
probe under Mick's dangling testicles at her tiny puckered anus, flicking 
teasingly at the wrinkled hole like a wild tongue. She winced as it paused 
and then suddenly popped through the tight surrounding nether ring, worming 
deeply into the tender flesh inside her rectum. It moved around, expanding 
the tiny opening until the very palm of the intruding hand lay flat against 
her rounded ass-cheeks, the entire finger buried securely within the 
throbbing rectal tunnel. 

Tiny groans of protest burst from her lips. 

Her vaginal passage felt stretched and torn beyond all possible repair, and 
the dual ravishing of her loins with some boy's outstretched middle finger 
implanted deep inside her rectum made the feeling all the more intense. 
Another hand cupped her naked breast, teasing and pulling at every part of 
its soft round firmness until she feared it would burst from the painful 
manipulations. 

Kneeling over her jackknifed, trembling form, the heavily muscled youth 
began a painful sawing motion in and out of Jessie's moistly stretched pussy 
with long lunging strokes. His nostrils flared as he thrust forward 
mercilessly from the apex of his withdrawal and battered her pain-wracked 
body back down against the massage table with each stroke. The hulking youth 
slipped his big hands down to the rounded curves of her hips, holding 
tightly to them as he slipped the warm soft sheath of her throbbing vagina 
back over the jerking thickness of his young cock. The finger so deeply 
embedded in her anus joined the slowly-pistoning cock in a rhythmic fucking 
duo that raised whimpers and whines of pleasure and pain in time to their 
simultaneous ravishment of her loins. 

The torturous agony that she had felt only a few minutes before was now 
gradually fading and, in its place, an odd sensation of tingling pleasure 
began to flow through Jessica's sensually responding body. The outrageous 
debasement and subjugation she had experienced that afternoon had begun to 
create a strange masochistic excitement in her mind and body, making her 
forget everything but the wonderful feeling of being fucked half to death by 
a cock that was almost as big around as her wrist. Attempting movement for 
the first time since the torturing impalement began, she began to rotate her 
buttocks experimentally, and then, feeling no pain, she allowed herself to 
follow the rhythm of the cock and finger fucking into her, hungrily grinding 
her hips upward with increasing speed to match the movements of the boy 
above her. 

"Oh, yes, fuck me ... fuck me, fuck me," she now crooned, squirming her body 
greedily to meet the crawling hands and fingers clutching at her 
sensation-maddened flesh. Her eyes opened and she gazed blurrily up into 
Mick's face. On every side of her she could see naked boys, many holding 
tightly to their cocks, stroking themselves in time to the monstrous penis 
drubbing into her excitedly pulsating cunt and the unknown finger fucking 
ceaselessly into her futilely clenching rectum like another invading cock. 
She was a prisoner, surrounded by long hard shafts of wonder fully virile 
flesh, and she had lost her will to be free. She was lost, almost 
unconscious with carnal delight at the merciless assaults on her cunt and 
anus, stripped between their slamming, battering strokes like a trapped 
animal ... and loving it! 

"Oh, God, Mick, don't stop, don't ever stop! Fuck me, fuck me!" she cried 
huskily into the air, rotating her nakedly upturned ass-cheeks faster and 
faster to keep pace with the two pistons of flesh, penis and finger, 
pummeling into her passionate loins like a single devilish fucking machine. 
Her entire being was centered around those two skewering rods and nothing 
else was important not shame, not fear, nothing in the world but the wildly 
pulsing reality of the hard flesh riveting into her steaming cuntal furrow. 

Jessica became gradually aware of a movement near her head, and she opened 
her eyes again to see another of the boys climbing up on the table there, 
his virile young cock jutting rigidly out from his loins. Mick noticing his 
friend's action, stopped his wild pistoning for a moment. 

Jessica was too dazed from the force of her passion to actually understand 
what was happening until Mick's great thick penis was suddenly withdrawn 
from her wantonly clinging pussy. She groaned in feeble protest, but no 
longer struggled against the eager hands that rolled her nakedly battered 
body over on the rumpled towel until she was resting flat on her stomach. 

"Get up on your knees!" Mick sharply commanded the passion-wracked teacher, 
and then impatiently grabbed at Jessica's gently curving hips to jerk her to 
her knees, She swayed for a moment as she knelt helplessly there on all 
fours, her sex-drugged brain reeling with the effort of keeping her balance 
as they maneuvered her into position. She smiled weakly then as she felt 
Mick's hotly pulsing cock being wedged up between her open thighs. 
Unconsciously, she waved the stretched moons of her buttocks back at the 
youth and felt the lust-swollen tip pressing against the now-dripping 
opening of her cunt. With a loud grunt, the boy behind her lunged forward 
against her, impaling her body once again on his massive young penis and 
causing her to jump forward with surprise at the sudden ruthless thrust. 

Her startled face ran head-on into another hard waiting cock that rammed 
without warning between her moistly parted lips and into the warm saliva of 
her mouth. She could feel the slippery glans sliding wetly up the full 
length of her tongue, tiny droplets of lubricating fluid seeping from it and 
filling the warm cavern between her cheeks with its pungent salty taste. 

"Hey, guys, look at the teacher suck my cock," she heard someone say. "Yeah, 
suck it, suck it, Miss Morton," he ordered in a voice that was raspy with 
lusty delight as he began to fuck his heated shaft viciously in and out of 
Jessica's ovaled lips as though her mouth were a second delicious cunt. 

She gagged as its pulsating hardness rammed halfway down her throat, the 
full length of her boy's long slender penis disappearing between her 
stretched lips. As the two boys began to thrust in and out of both ends of 
her sandwiched body, Jessica was dimly aware of the swinging balls dancing 
against her chin and the wiry pubic hair that grazed her nose each time the 
boy in front of her shoved forward. She fought for breath, managing to catch 
small gasps of air on the out-stroke between the unknown lad's thrusts. 

"Oh God," she groaned inwardly as they pummeled her lust-driven figure back 
and forth between them, using her captive body as a receptacle into which 
they would pump their lewd sperm. 

Slowly, the very debasement of her situation began to flicker through her 
mind and the humiliation of the young males buffeting her viciously between 
them began to excite her basic desires more and more. The desire deep in her 
belly blossomed once more, and she began to roll her naked buttocks in 
wanton little circles, tightening her cruelly ravaged cunt muscles on the 
giant fleshy penis skewering into her from behind. She wanted to milk it 
dry, to feel Mick's fresh young sperm squirting up into her stomach until it 
overflowed her pussy and ran down the insides of her wide-spread, quivering 
thighs. 

Behind the subserviently kneeling teacher, Mick was building toward the end. 
He began to thrust into her harder and faster, battering mercilessly against 
the softly yielding crevice of her upturned buttocks with his hard-driving 
loins. His big meaty hands gripped her writhing hips, squeezing the tender 
flesh into random crazy shapes beneath his clenching fingers. His lips bared 
back against his teeth and he could not close his mouth. He looked down at 
the teacher's wildly bucking body and bobbing head, and the sight of the 
lovely brunette being ravished from both ends sent chills up his spine. 

"Holy shit," one of the students sputtered from somewhere around the table. 
"Christ almighty, just look at her go, will you!" 

The saliva in Jessica's contorted mouth was becoming thick and sticky from 
the emissions of lubricating fluids that seeped from the end of the hefty 
young cock sunk into the warm depths of her mouth. She could see a boy's 
slim hips straining before her face as though he were in the throes of a 
spastic seizure. The boy's strong fingers wound tightly in her shiny sable 
hair, pulling her wide-stretched lips back and forth over the entire length 
of his thrusting lance of flesh. The ravished teacher felt her own 
excitement mounting more and more as the granite-hard penis began to throb 
and thicken in her greedily sucking mouth and started ramming forward down 
to her tonsils as though it were trying to collide with the mammoth cock 
pistoning up into her belly from behind. She had never felt so utterly used 
and debauched in her life, and yet every moment seemed to bring her closer 
to a brain-reeling orgasm. She sucked with her mouth and wriggled her 
upturned buttocks wildly as her peak approached. There was nothing else in 
the world now but to please these two lust-crazed youths as well as her 
luscious body could, and to wallow obscenely in her own pleasure at the same 
time. 

Simultaneously with the rising tide of her inexorable climax, she sensed the 
heavily throbbing cock fucking into her seething pussy begin to jerk and 
inflate. Her thighs and buttocks were swept apart as the dark-haired youth 
drove powerfully into her, shoving his immense male cock as far as it could 
go into her belly to spew his hot white charge into her wildly-constricting 
cunt. Jessica humped back on it violently as his spurting jets of cum 
flooded hotly into her dilated womb, filling it until she thought she would 
burst open. She felt it dribbling back out of the hair-covered lips of her 
forever stretched pussy as she wantonly jammed back against Mick's muscular 
loins. His heavy testicles scraped maddeningly against her clitoris, causing 
her to lunge forward, burying the other boys' long hard cock into her 
greedily sucking mouth all the way up to his pubic hair. 

Then it, too, burst forth with a sudden violence, filling Jessica's cheeks 
and throat with the boiling pungent liquid until she had to swallow rapidly 
to keep from choking on the great gushes of sperm. Her lips clamped down 
even more tightly around the lurching penis as though she were fearful of 
losing even one bit of the precious fluid. Still, though, small droplets 
oozed from the corners of her widely-ovaled lips and on down to drop from 
her chin as the satisfied boy slipped off the table in front of her, his 
softening penis finally slipping out limply from her still-sucking mouth. 
Thin, glistening strands of the viscous milky fluid connected her lips to 
the now-deflated cock several inches from her flushed and panting face. 

The impassioned teacher hungrily skewered her hips back onto the monstrous 
slamming penis still spewing its load of heated cum into the eagerly working 
wetness of her cunt and, with a wail, felt her nakedly kneeling body soar up 
and explode into what seemed like a shower of blazing comets coursing 
through her being with a wild raw ecstasy that sent her brain whirling 
crazily. Vaguely, from some far distance, she heard her own shrill voice 
screaming, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming. Aiiiieee, I'm cumming." She convulsed 
so wildly in her rapture that two boys had to hold her down against the 
table. And then ... a moment later, her strength was exhausted, and she 
collapsed down on the tabletop as Mick's huge cock popped lifelessly from 
her passion-drenched pussy with a lewd sucking noise. Refreshing wafts of 
cool air rushed into the now empty opening as her nakedly twitching body lay 
limp and spent on the sweat and cum-slippery wood. 

After that, Jessica had little conception of time or faces, and she wildly 
and gratefully fucked and sucked the seemingly endless procession of virile 
young cocks that surrounded her. The lovely dark-haired teacher was now 
beyond humiliation or any kind of thought. Her curvaceous body still reacted 
automatically with orgasm after orgasm, but her strength had left her and 
she mechanically did as she was told. 

She felt like nothing but a mindless body now, an unthinking doll to be used 
by the youngsters in their selfish quests for sensual satisfaction. For a 
seeming eternity, there was nothing in her world but cocks ... big cocks, 
little cocks, long, short, thick, skinny ... cocks to fuck and cocks to 
suck. It didn't matter any more. 

And even the group of senior boys apparently forgot their original unselfish 
purpose in ravishing the gorgeous teacher, but that didn't matter either. 
For sometime in the course of the orgiastic activities, the swinging door 
from the gymnasium was pushed open and Darrel's blonde head peered in. Blue 
eyes, already red-rimmed from tears of disappointment, grew round with 
horror and despair. The door had closed again quickly, and in the wild 
excitement of the sex party in the boys' locker room, no one noticed the 
angry sound of footsteps as Darrel stormed away. Unknown to any of the 
participants in the orgy, the youngster had seen everything he was meant to 
hear about and, without further prodding from Mick, he came to the 
conclusion Mick had hoped for. 

Hurt and confused, Darrel decided on the walk to his home that he would be 
better off with a girl closer to his own age. He didn't understand older 
women at all. He felt stupid and foolish now, thinking that he had gone back 
to the gymnasium to tell Jessica that he would wait for her until she 
thought he was old enough. 

Back in the locker room, it was dark before the last of the senior boys had 
taken their fill of the shapely gym teacher. After they left, Jessica 
wearily dragged her battered body from the table, cleaning herself as best 
she could with the towels that the boys had left there. The only thought in 
her dazed mind was that somehow she would have to drag her ravaged body from 
the school before the night watchman arrived. 

Moaning softly at the aches and bruises that seemed to mark every muscle in 
her body, she stumbled through the room, grasping at walls for support as 
she frantically put on her scattered clothing. It was too soon for her to 
try to understand all that had occurred that afternoon. It was only 
Wednesday, but she knew she would have to take the day off tomorrow. Going 
into Fred's office, she hurriedly scribbled a note that she felt too sick to 
come in Thursday and then wearily left the school. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

It was Thursday afternoon and Jessica Morton sat in the breakfast nook of 
her little house in Green Valley, staring unseeingly out the window at the 
endless rows of blossoming apple trees that filled the orchard that bordered 
on the back of her property. It was a breathtakingly beautiful spring day, 
but she was in no mood to enjoy the glories of nature. Today, the sparkling 
May sunlight seemed to mock her, and her aching muscles felt as old as the 
world seemed young. Never before in all her years had she lost control of 
what was happening in her own life and, for one bitter moment, she wondered 
if it were really worth living through today just to get to tomorrow. 

A second later, she shrugged away the fleeting moment of self-pity and 
poured herself another cup of coffee from the steaming pot she had just 
made. Though it was after four o'clock in the afternoon, she had somehow 
slept all the way through the day until a half an hour ago. Once she woke up 
completely, she wanted to start sorting out everything that had happened to 
her in the last few days and, if she were lucky, she would be able to decide 
what to do about it. 

Sipping the hot black brew, Jessica suddenly remembered that she had more 
urgent problems to consider right now. Her whole career as a teacher and 
perhaps her very freedom had been jeopardized by last night's orgy in the 
boys' locker room. There was no doubt that if word of the scandalous sex 
party ever reached the ears of any of the boys' parents or a school 
official, she would be arrested without delay. Still, the dark-haired beauty 
sensed that if she could only come to terms with her own personal feelings, 
she might somehow be able to cope with the other problems that might occur. 

She had slept fitfully last night, lying awake in the darkness for hours at 
a time as she mentally relived the terrifying experiences she had endured 
yesterday after school, a captive and helpless woman, on that hard wooden 
table as one boy after another had thrust his virile young penis into her 
defenseless vagina or mouth, using her body as a mindless mass of human 
flesh on which to vent their lust. But it was not the horror of the 
experience that had haunted her sleep ... no, what the boys had done to her 
had not been half as bad as the unavoidable fact that she had enjoyed it 
-enjoyed almost every moment of that filthy obscene afternoon. What kind of 
person was she? 

This was the question which had tormented her long after she had stumbled 
exhaustedly home and fallen into bed. Terrible visions of vileness and 
depravity had filled her mind, making her wonder if she were not someone 
entirely different from the wholesome, fresh-faced woman she had seen in the 
mirror for all her years as an adult. 

But now, as she sat in her simple blue silk bathrobe, pensively sipping her 
coffee, Jessie decided that she had probably been a little hysterical with 
shock last night in bed. After all, there was no doubt that she had been 
forced to do everything she had done yesterday afternoon and her muscles 
still hurt from the brutal ravishment she had undergone. She knew that the 
emotional scars from that experience would be with her for many years, but 
at least it was already in the past. It could never happen to her again. 

Or could it? 

Jessica's hand suddenly began to tremble, spilling coffee over the 
sun-dappled tablecloth as she abruptly realized that any one of those boys 
could blackmail her again and again, as many times as they wanted, in the 
same way they had forced her to submit to them in the locker room. And it 
could get even worse, with each of them whispering the secret to their 
friends until everyone knew about it. She would be no better than a whore 
for the boys of the school if word didn't reach the police or their parents 
first! 

She would have to quit her job, she rapidly decided, trying to stifle the 
panic she felt rising within her like a scream. She would have to leave 
town, fast, before the news could spread! For a moment, tears rose to her 
eyes as she thought of leaving the beautiful Oregon valley that had been her 
home ever since she graduated from college, but she angrily blinked them 
back. She would have plenty of time to feel sorry for herself, later, when 
she was safely away. God only knew how much time she actually had left 
before her actions caught up with her. 

Shakily placing her empty cup back in its saucer, she rose from the table. 
Trying desperately to be logical about what she was doing, she cast a quick 
eye over the dining room to decide what she wanted to take with her. Then, 
choking back another sob, she rushed into the bedroom to start packing her 
clothes. 

At that moment, she heard a heavy knocking at the front door of her home. 
Her first reaction was panic and she stood in her bedroom, staring wide-eyed 
toward the front of the house, wondering how they could have found out so 
soon. For a moment, she considered throwing on some clothes and slipping out 
the back door, but then her usual presence of mind returned to her. If the 
police or some parents had come to have a showdown with her already, it 
would do her no good to run. Probably it would only make matters worse when 
they caught up with her. Shutting her mind to all fear, she walked calmly to 
the front of the house. 

"Who is it?" she called from behind the closed door. 

"It's Fred, Jessie. I want to talk to you." 

The gorgeous brunette wanted to weep with relief. If there was anyone she 
could talk to at a time like this, it would be Fred. Maybe if she could 
somehow find the courage to tell him about what had happened, he would help 
her to escape from the town, she thought excitedly as she pulled open the 
front door. There was no one else she could depend on now. 

"Come in, Fred," she said, forcing a smile as he walked past her into the 
living room. "I'm very, very glad to see you." 

The brawny blonde man, still in the suit and tie he had worn for the dancing 
class that day, seemed not to hear her greeting and sat down on the couch, 
placing a newspaper-wrapped package on the cushion beside him. 

Too delighted that he had come to notice anything strange, Jessica closed 
the door and went over to set on the other end of the long sofa. "I'm really 
glad you came over to visit, Fred," she said, brightening already at the 
prospect of some sympathetic assistance. "I was just thinking how much I'd 
like some company." 

"Is that so?" he answered shortly, his eyebrows raising. "Too bad you have 
to settle for me today." 

"Oh, Fred, don't be silly," she said gaily then stopped. Her mind went back 
over his words and she frowned anxiously. "Is ... is something wrong?" 

The good-looking blonde man looked up from where he had been glaring down at 
the floor and stared penetratingly into her big brown eyes. After a moment, 
he looked down again and sighed heavily. "Jessie, I've been in love with you 
for more years than I care to think about," he began slowly, still not 
meeting her eyes. "I've listened to your problems, babied you through your 
grouches, always thinking that when you finally decided to settle down, you 
might think of me." 

"Oh, Fred . , . " Jessica gazed at him, wide-eyed and not certain she was 
hearing correctly. His words filled her with a happiness she could barely 
understand. 

"I never wanted to push you," he went on, his voice still flat and 
expressionless. "I guess I thought you were nursing a broken heart or 
something. I knew, or I thought I knew, you weren't interested in anyone 
else." 

"I wasn't, Fred! Oh, I never was!" she exclaimed joyfully. It was so right, 
so simple, the lovely dark-haired woman suddenly realized. In a flash, all 
the unhappiness of the past few days seemed to evaporate as she realized how 
easy it would be to love the steady, sober, handsome man she had worked with 
all these years. Why hadn't she seen it before? What a fool she'd been, what 
a stupid little fool, mourning over Danny when she'd had a wonderful man 
beside her all the time! 

"Of course not, Jessie," Fred answered in the same dead tone. He picked up 
the package beside him on the couch and held it out to her. "Here's a little 
something for you." 

Puzzled, Jessica smiled tentatively and took the newspaper-wrapped bundle 
from his hands. There was something strange, almost threatening about the 
look on Fred's usually cheerful face and she picked at the paper hesitantly. 
The wrapping seemed to fall away in her fingers, and suddenly she found 
herself looking down into a crumbled heap of still, yellow-stained gym 
towels, topped by a neatly folded pair of white panties. The panties were 
embroidered in pink thread with the letters "JM". 

"I found them in the locker room this morning," Fred's dry emotionless voice 
reached her ears. "In the boys' locker room." 

Jessica's heart leapt almost into her throat as her mind tried to digest 
what the husky fair-haired man beside her had just said. Those were her own 
panties, and she could barely believe that she had actually forgotten them 
last night until she suddenly remembered that she had had trouble finding 
them. Could she have been so dazed and shocked that she had forgotten them 
altogether? The answer was lying right in her hands. 

"Oh, those boys," she tried to laugh. "Somebody probably brought a girl into 
the locker room after school. I guess we'll have to start locking it up." 
Her voice sounded weak and uncertain, even to herself, and she guiltily 
avoided Fred's accusing eyes. 

"Yeah, but who's going to lock up the girl?" he inquired angrily. 

Unable to conceal her shame any longer, Jessica hung her head and stared 
miserably down into the pile of dirty linens that carried the lewd sperm of 
the boys who had ravished her defenseless body yesterday afternoon. She felt 
like the lowest whore in creation, and she could no longer hide her 
feelings. Salty scalding tears overflowed her eyes and trickled down the 
creamy smooth skin of her cheeks. 

"I w-was forced, Fred," she offered tremulously. "They raped me." 

"Listen, Jessie, I work in that locker room, remember?" he snapped, his 
whole body shaking with fury at her confession. "Did Darrel Beck force you? 
I doubt it not after what I've been seeing for the past few days. I had to 
talk with every one of those kids you were with yesterday and that stupid 
Beck as well! They've been threatened with expulsion and being beaten within 
an inch of their lives if another soul ever hears about this!" 

"You did that?" the beautiful woman breathed, looking up with new hope. "You 
mean, they won't do it again? I might be safe now?" 

The blonde man looked back at her with undisguised disgust and nodded his 
head. "Yeah. I was sorry to ruin your fun, but I didn't want my classes 
disrupted anymore. From now on, you're going to have to find your 
entertainment outside the school." 

Jessica was too happily relieved to care what he said to her at that moment. 
It was almost too much to believe that she might be able to continue working 
at the high school, with Fred protecting her from anymore attacks. Unable to 
contain her joy, she slid across the sofa and enveloped the frowning man in 
a grateful embrace. 

"Oh, Fred, darling, I'll never be able to thank you enough," she gasped. 
"You've saved my life! I'd do anything for you!" 

At that moment, Fred could feel nothing but numb revulsion toward the woman 
whom he had longed for until this day. He coolly unwrapped her arms from 
around his neck and pushed her away. Obviously hurt, she sat up stiffly 
beside him, tightening the belt of her robe, but not before he had caught 
sight of the voluptuous curve of one billowing breast beneath. He swallowed 
tightly and looked away, suddenly remembering all too clearly the countless 
nights he had lain awake, dreaming of the beautiful body that now perched 
haughtily beside him on the sofa. 

"Perhaps it's time you left," Jessica suggested icily. She was fuming with 
anger now, thinking to herself how rotten he was to treat her this way after 
all she had been through. No matter what she had done, she didn't have to be 
treated like a stupid slut who had no feelings. 

Fred gazed at her, feeling the slow anger that had been simmering within him 
ever since he had first heard the boys gossiping in a corner of the 
gymnasium before the last class of the day, begin to ignite. He stared at 
her, his mind packed with jealous visions of Jessie's perfect body writhing 
passionately as she fucked those teenage students in the locker room, and he 
could feel himself losing all control over his feelings. 

"Well, I think it's time for something else," he suddenly blurted out, 
nodding in vengeful determination. "Something I've been thinking about for a 
long time." 

Jessica cringed automatically as he lifted his hand, but when it descended, 
it passed by her face and grabbed the front of the blue silk robe tearing 
the front open to expose her naked flesh beneath. "I think that after all 
these years, I deserve a little bit of what you've been passing around to my 
students." 

At his crude words, all of her shame and guilt suddenly returned and she 
could not find the strength to fight against him. But he'd said he loved 
her, she remembered, and managed to plead, "Fred, don't make it ugly, 
please..." 

Her words faded away as his eager hands pulled her robe completely off her 
shoulders. The fair-haired man's eyes locked on the lushly ripened body that 
seemed to him like nothing so much as a taunting reminder of all his years 
of loneliness, and his face showed a strange mixture of anger and 
wistfulness. 

"Sure, it's my turn now," Fred growled almost to himself as he raped her 
with his eyes. 

"Fred, please ... what are you thinking . , . ? I didn't mean..." Jessica 
weakly protested as she tried vainly to cover her voluptuous body with her 
hands. She had never felt so exposed in her life as she felt her old 
friend's eyes exploring her body with increasing excitement. "This is 
insane, Fred. You can't really mean you're going to..." 

"Why not? Everyone else has," he said uncaringly as he stood up and began to 
tear off his suit. His eyes were lustful and bitter as he added in a 
distinctly threatening tone of voice, "And you'd better not give me anymore 
argument, lady, because without me to keep those boys in line, you'd be in a 
whole lot of trouble." 

Jessica was still for a moment, clearing her mind of all thought, then 
nodded in unhappy submission. She knew better than to let her mind dwell on 
what was about to occur, or she would never be able to get through it again. 
Though a part of her was still infuriated with him for the treatment he so 
callously gave her, she forced herself to ignore it. She knew she could 
never afford to displease him again. 

Her mind tried to formulate plans of escape but she struggled against them. 
She did not want to think at all now and wanted only blankness to help her 
endure this ordeal. Obediently, she waited on the couch as he took off the 
last of his clothing, seeing for the first time what her friend was like 
naked. Though Fred was a medium-sized man, his stocky body rippled with 
perfectly developed muscles. The penis that hung down from below his sinewy 
belly was long and thick, and the weighty balls swayed ponderously between 
his legs as he stroked his rigid shaft to readiness, moving the thick 
foreskin back and forth over the great plum-colored head. 

Butterflies flitted through Jessica's stomach as she tried to keep from 
thinking how it would feel when this surprisingly desirable man touched her 
private parts. But then, as Fred sat down beside her again on the couch and 
began softly stroking her upper thigh, the beautiful teacher was horrified 
to realize that wispy tendrils of unwanted desire were almost automatically 
following the path of his teasing fingers. What had happened to her in the 
past few days? She wondered in astonishment. Here she was selling her body 
like a whore, even though the price was her own freedom, and this same body 
was already betraying her! 

No, this time she would not give in to the temptation of her senses, the 
anguished brunette firmly vowed to herself, as her rebellious nerves became 
alert to his caressing fingers searching over the soft ivory surfaces of her 
body. A rash of goose bumps rose over her sensitive skin as Fred's 
fingertips danced teasingly over the peach-tinted peaks of her full, snowy 
white breasts. A moan forced its way past the beautiful woman's trembling 
lips as he reached downward to her belly to force her unresisting thighs 
apart and pinch tauntingly at the delicious narrow slit between them. Oh 
God! She must stop him. He must not see her in all her wantonness. His hands 
were rekindling that searing blaze in her belly. No! She couldn't let him. 
She had to stop him. 

Fred stroked his throbbing penis slowly, with conscious lewdness, as he 
gazed delightedly at the hair-covered triangle up between her slightly 
parted legs. All his dreams were shattered now, and he angrily savored her 
discomfort as his greedy eyes feasted on her flawless body. He watched her 
cheeks change from white to a flushed pink until she finally shuddered and 
gasped: "No! Please, Fred don't touch me! I've changed my mind!" 

"You can't afford to change your mind, Jessie," he snarled vindictively as 
he forced his outstretched middle finger between the ragged pink folds of 
her pussy to teasingly caress the tiny bud of her clitoris. "Or would you 
rather service all the little boys in the school?" 

"It doesn't matter," she murmured in abject misery. "I just can't do it! Do 
you hear me, I can't!" 

"You managed all right yesterday," he replied as he reached out and squeezed 
one of her full heaving breasts. He leaned forward, his fingers traveling 
hungrily over her soft warm flesh as his thickly swollen penis reached full 
erection, pressing against the smooth satiny skin of her thigh. 

"Please, Fred ... have pity!" she gasped, cringing back into the cushions as 
painful memories of the savage rape of the night before passed through her 
mind. But the male teacher simply ignored her frightened plea and moved his 
other hand to quickly slip two fingers into the tight warm tunnel between 
her legs. He methodically rotated them in her moist vagina, watching the 
shapely woman's face as she fought the sensation of the teasing probe, 
desperately struggled against surrender to it. 

"Stop, stop it, pleeeeease," she groaned again, even as her wayward body 
suddenly betrayed her. Without any conscious decision on her part, Jessica's 
flaring hips began to move in slow, almost imperceptible circles, grinding 
up to meet the rhythmic penetration of Fred's fingers in her hotly awakening 
cunt. 

In the next moment, she realized her body's involuntary reaction, but just 
as she was about to tense her muscles against it, her defiance faded and she 
remembered the terrible lever Fred held over her head. If she continued to 
resist him, he might stop protecting her from the boys, and besides, she 
thought bitterly, what difference could one more time make anyway? With that 
thought the dark-haired teacher ceased to struggle against the erotic 
sensations that were rippling through her flesh, and she allowed her body to 
respond fully to Fred's gently stroking fingers. Within moments, her skin 
tingled as though he were turning the entire surface of her body into a 
white-hot sheet of flame with his petting, probing hands. 

As the other teacher's insulting fingers darted maddeningly in and out of 
her rapidly moistening pussy, she gradually relaxed her legs until they had 
fallen loosely apart. She could feel his hotly pressuring cock forcing 
itself against the yielding softness of her hip. The silky crisp blonde 
hairs on Fred's legs played against the tender flesh of her own legs as he 
moved even closer to her. The gorgeous brunette's rounded buttocks began to 
rotate hungrily on the couch cushions as she became aware of the searing 
blaze that burned deep in her belly, crying to be quenched by the long rod 
of stiffened male flesh that now dug insistently into her hip. 

Fred sensed his victory. 

Slowly withdrawing his glistening fingers from her hungrily clasping cunt, 
he stood up. Though his long rigid cock was throbbing with the force of his 
lust, he still felt the blazing anger at what she had done and he stared 
down at her coldly. 

"Get up, bitch," he commanded gruffly. 

"And lean over the back of the couch. I don't want to see your face when I 
screw you!" 

Jessica recoiled from his harsh words, almost cringing. A tremor of fear 
passed briefly through her, then faded as she remembered that morals no 
longer hindered her. Her fluttering vagina was hopelessly drenched from his 
stroking fingers and she knew that any further protest would be futile and 
meaningless. Submitting to his demand, the lush-bodied woman rose to her 
knees and leaned over the cushions behind her, resting her arms on the 
fabric so that the pale white orbs of her buttocks were presented up to him. 
Wanting it to end as soon as she could, the beautiful teacher voluntarily 
reached back behind her and took hold of the throbbingly hard penis and 
worked the lust-bloated cock head up and down the full slit of her naked 
pussy, lubricating the long, stiff member in her flowing cuntal juices. 

Behind her, Fred stared down at her action, aroused and yet somehow doubly 
annoyed at her unasked for assistance. In his jealous fury, he could think 
of nothing but that she had turned into such a whore that she was actually 
trying to rush him into fucking her. After all these years of waiting and 
searching for the right moment to tell her of his love, Fred's 
disillusionment was so great that he resented giving Jessica any pleasure at 
all while he was taking his revenge. For a moment, he considered walking 
behind the couch so that he could ram his cock into her mouth, but then his 
eyes lighted on the tiny brown ring of her anus nestled in the cleft of her 
buttocks above the moistly throbbing opening of her pussy. His gaze hardened 
as he made the decision to sodomize the unfaithful bitch. Why not? he mused, 
relishing the idea of such a vengeance. It would teach the stuck-up slut not 
to seduce youngsters half her own age, and more important, it would make him 
feel a little better about being made a fool of in his own eyes. His 
sperm-bloated balls tingled with angry passion as his fingers sunk harshly 
into the pliant flesh of her resilient white buttocks and pulled them apart, 
wider and wider until the tiny puckered hole parted slightly. Sure, he'd 
fuck the little bitch in her ass! 

"Fred, what are you doing? Fred ... ! " Jessica gasped as she felt his hands 
cruelly spreading her ass-cheeks until it almost hurt. 

"Shut up and spread your legs wider," Fred snarled coldly. He thrust his 
knees between her inner thighs, spreading them until Jessica thought she 
would surely lose her balance and fall over the couch. 

Then suddenly, she felt his outstretched finger probing at the defensively 
puckering hole of her anus. She winced, jumping forward slightly as his 
fingertip strained through the tight outer ring of flesh. It hurt for a 
moment and then a sensation of surprising pleasure flickered through her 
nerves. Her taut muscles relaxed momentarily until she abruptly realized 
what he was planning to do to her. Immediately her entire bent-over body 
tensed in fright. 

"Oh my God, not that! You can't, Fred, not there, please!" 

Oblivious to her anguished pleas and squirming, he shoved another finger in 
beside the first. This time it hurt and Jessica tried to pull away from him, 
but his fingers were firmly embedded in her tightly resisting back passage 
and his other hand was clamped securely around her tiny waist. She shuddered 
in pain as her former friend began to move his fingers around inside the 
painfully expanding hole, sawing viciously in and out, preparing her tiny 
anus for the greater entry yet to come. 

Jessica's face began to register astonishment as the torturous pain from the 
unnatural invasion of her backside began to fade and be replaced by a 
strange, almost masochistic pleasure as a sense of oddly-appealing 
subjugation swept over her. Her mouth opened and she began to breathe 
heavily as the two fingers skewered ceaselessly in and out of her anus, 
stretching the little opening until she grunted out a confused mixture of 
pleasure and pain each time Fred twisted his hand. The beautiful brunette 
started to writhe in a new surrender to the strange probing. 

As abruptly as he had driven the fingers in, the hotly panting man withdrew 
them from her stretched rectum. They seemed to slip out reluctantly, the 
moist brown skin around her anus clasping greedily to the digits until at 
last they popped out with a slight sucking sound. Fred paused to force her 
legs wider apart with his knees, then his head dove down between her parted 
ass-cheeks to wetly lick at the crevice between them, moistening the 
puckering little hole with his saliva. 

"Take my cock," he snapped from behind her, "and put it in your ass-hole." 

The gorgeous teacher's hand moved hesitantly back to tentatively stroke 
Fred's rock-hard cock, and she heard him gasp as she wrapped her slim 
fingers around it experimentally. Her mind was torn with indecision as she 
realized fearfully that the fleshy rod was thicker than two fingers, and she 
remembered the excruciating pain she had suffered just a few moments ago 
when he had shoved the two fingers inside of her tiny back opening. 

"Goddamnit, bitch, put it in your ass-hole!" the wildly aroused man snarled 
again, his hands grasping harshly at her hips to hold them steady in the 
air. "Do as I tell you!" 

Submitting automatically to the blunt command, Jessica held her breath and 
fearfully placed the thick tip of the rigidly pulsing cock against her small 
puckered anus as the embittered man grunted and strained forward against her 
naked captive body. The rampant penis was already slowly wedging itself into 
the tiny aperture, and the beautiful brunette clenched her eyes tightly shut 
as the straining nether ring suddenly gave way before the relentless 
pressure and the swollen glans slipped inside her rectum with a slight 
audible pop. 

"Oh God, nooooo! It's too big! You're killing meeee!" she burst out in an 
anguished cry as spasms of unbearable pain rippled outward from the 
unnatural entry. The subserviently kneeling woman struggled and writhed, 
trying to free herself from the agony of the sudden penetration that 
vibrated through every fiber of her being, but her insane quivering only 
served to drive the fiery pole of flesh further up into her tightly 
resisting rectum. 

"Push back, damn you! Shove your ass back!" Fred growled furiously as he 
pressured on with his sadistic attack on Jessica's cringing buttocks. 

In her tortured distraction, the anguished woman unthinkingly obeyed his 
command, and when she deliberately opened her tightly-clenched buttocks, the 
long gleaming cock surged mercilessly into the spongy resilient flesh of her 
rectum as the panting man behind her pressed forward with all his muscular 
strength. 

"Aaaaaaagggh! Noooooooo!" she groaned, her face twisting in pain as his 
pelvis smacked loudly against the softness of her twin white buttocks. The 
cruel fleshy thickness was buried to the hilt in her painfully-distended 
back passage. She was hopelessly impaled on the long throbbing cock. 

Leering like a demon down at the sight of his hefty penis embedded deep in 
the hotly quivering rectum of the exquisite dark-haired woman, Fred began to 
fuck rhythmically in and out of the pink inflamed passage, ignoring the 
piteous sobs of pain that escaped from her tortured lips. He pistoned into 
her warm velvety rectum with hard cruel thrusts, delightedly watching the 
raw stretched flesh that clung to his thick cock on the backstroke as though 
her anus were fighting his penis's withdrawal. 

Then, without warning, the distressed teacher began to feel the pain 
miraculously lessening and a weird kind of pleasure taking its place. She 
began to squirm back to meet the skewering lunges of his hotly impaling 
member, and she shook her head from side to side, her brown locks flying 
wildly around her face as he rammed into her again and again. Her anal 
muscles tightened throbbingly around the long slippery length pistoning in 
and out of her stretched rear passage, and she began to undulate her 
buttocks in tight little circles, waving the full-rounded cheeks of her soft 
white ass back at Fred in open invitation for more of the unnatural reaming. 
Even though some trace of the pain still remained, it was strangely 
pleasurable, and she found herself thrusting and squirming back to get more 
and more of the obscene impalement each time the gasping man jerked forward 
into her loins. 

Standing behind her, the handsome blonde man watched in wild delight as his 
thick cock pushed and pulled at the straining pink flesh of Jessica's 
clasping rectal mouth. He began a series of brutal strokes that sent his 
pulsating member plunging all the way up to the base in the moaning 
teacher's wide-split crevice, filling her insides. Her full white breasts 
jiggled sensuously against the back of the couch with each pounding lunge, 
and his cum-filled balls smacked rhythmically against her defenseless little 
cunt below, bringing further mewlings and cries of pleasure boiling out of 
her mouth. 

Sweat pearled Jessica's forehead as she ground back on the sodomizing cock 
like an insane woman, bucking and writhing her nakedly kneeling body beneath 
his assault. "Oh, fuck it, fuck it," she chanted deliriously as the gym 
teacher pressed his groin tightly against her soft upturned buttocks and 
rotated his blunt cock-head around and around deep inside the warm buttery 
depths of her rectum. 

Her obvious surrender added to his lewd excitement and in a sadistic effort 
to tease the beautiful woman, Fred pulled his deeply implanted penis almost 
all the way out of her tight little rectum until just the flared head rested 
inside the hot velvety passage. He grinned in obscene triumph as he saw her 
trying to squirm back on its rigid, wetly glistening length. 

But the lewd spectacle inflamed his own lust as well and, with a hoarse 
groan, he pulled her ass-cheeks wider apart and drove his pelvis into her 
softly yielding rectum with a vicious smack, that jarred her helpless body. 
He began to fuck rapidly into her, hard and deep, battering into her 
quivering backside with brutal slaps that resounded through the house. His 
sweating face dripped on her lovely hollowing back, making it glisten in the 
pale afternoon sunlight in the room. He had now completely lost control of 
his obscene lust, and he felt his cock expanding in the warmth of Jessica's 
expanded rectum. His bloated balls began to throb almost painfully, and his 
lust-hardened penis felt as though it were about to explode into the tight 
rubbery grip of the gorgeous woman's vise-like rectal passage. 

Below him, Jessica was mumbling and whimpering incoherently, and he 
increased the speed and power of his strokes until the couch began to rattle 
and shake with every lunge. She wanted him to shoot his great load of 
seething liquid deep into her belly. She could feel a great wetness in the 
crevice of her writhing ass-cheeks, and there was no longer any of the 
former pain ... but only a lovely feeling of being filled ... filled more 
completely than she had ever been filled before! She bucked frantically back 
against the thick straining cock as she felt it ballooning into an even 
greater size, widening the ravaged muscles of her forever-stretched anus 
almost beyond endurance. 

"Oh, cum, cum! My God, cum!" she grunted with lewd urgency as she felt him 
cram the total expanded measure of his long hammering penis far up into her 
wildly quivering rectum, his body jerking convulsively, his hands tearing at 
her flesh in wild abandon. 

Jessica suddenly heard him gasp and groan behind her as he slammed the 
length of his heavily-swollen penis into her contracting rectum, causing her 
to whine in a delirium of joy. He did it again, roughly pulling her back 
onto him as though he were fitting a tight sleeve on an oversized arm, then 
rotated the throbbingly lust-inflated cock deep up inside her belly once 
more. She mewled with delight. The boiling lava of his milky sperm began to 
churn wildly in his swaying balls and, with one last tremendous thrust, he 
crushed into her buttocks, flattening the smoothly working globes of flesh 
against his exploding loins. 

Beneath his writhing body, Jessica felt the first delicious torrents of his 
hot white liquid erupt into the depths of her belly. She gasped with 
surprise and then pleasure as its warmth spread through her stomach and 
surged through her blossoming nerve ends like a volcanic eruption, gush 
after gush, touching off a orgasm she had neither expected nor worked for. 
She thrust her face into her arms to muffle her screams as a great surge of 
animal ecstasy rippled through her cock-impaled body, and she felt her own 
orgiastic fluids begin to stream from her wildly rippling cunt below to 
trickle down her thighs to mix with the sperm that had oozed out around the 
still-squirting penis buried in her flooded rectum. 

Then she slowly collapsed on the sofa as she felt Fred gently withdraw his 
rapidly deflating cock from her sperm-filled behind. There was a wet sucking 
noise as it slipped out from between the full white moons of her buttocks, 
and a sudden rush of air cooled the steamy wetness of her ravaged loins as 
she sprawled in exhausted satiation across the cushions. Her body felt used, 
but strangely contented beyond belief as she wearily laid her arm across 
Fred's hairy thigh when he sat down on the edge of the couch beside her. 

They were both speechless for many moments as they struggled to catch their 
breath. Finally, Jessica found the strength to say something that was on her 
mind. 

"I guess you hate me now, Fred, and I don't blame you at all," she said 
quietly. "Still, I want to thank you. For some strange reason, that was 
very, very nice. I know you're a good man, and I guess I know why you did it 
that way. It will probably never happen again, but I'm glad it did." 

Her softly rueful words seemed to hang in the air for many minutes as Fred 
gazed down at her naked, sweat-glistening body, her perfect contours almost 
unbelievably sensual in the soft light from the sunset outside the living 
room window. When his sperm had erupted into her tightly clenching rectum, 
he had lost track of his anger, and now he was having trouble finding it 
again. Suddenly, he found himself looking at Jessie as a normal woman, and 
not just the cool beautiful doll who had been haunting his lonely dreams all 
these years. For the first time since he had heard about the orgy in the 
locker room and her seduction of Darrel, he began to wonder how and why it 
had all happened. His blue eyes were soft with feeling as he trailed his 
fingertips tenderly down her flushed cheeks. 

"You were going to tell me a long, sad story the other day, remember?" he 
finally whispered. "Why don't you tell me now?" I'm not making any promises, 
Coach, but maybe we could find some kind of happy ending." 

Her eyes were luminous with gratitude and joy as she lifted her head up to 
face him. For a long moment they gazed silently at each other, and Jessica 
wondered how she could have known this man for so many years without seeing 
him as she did now. There was no fear or suspicion in her eyes as she nodded 
and began to tell him about herself for the second time that week. 

And as she spoke haltingly, it slowly came to them both that Jessica Morton 
had finally found a man she could love more than her memories. 


THE END
