An 'F' From Teacher
by Phyllis Baxter
(LLP-344)


FOREWORD 

More mature readers of Phyllis Baxter's important new novel will probably 
recall an era during which secondary education in America differed 
considerably from the system employed over most of the United States today. 
The questions of students' rights, academic freedom, and faculty-student 
relationships which have dominated the university scene during the last 
decade have not been lost on our high schools; even our junior highs and 
grade schools are affected. And though in some institutions there have been 
disturbances, rebellion perhaps, even temporary lapses into scholastic 
anarchy, most educators agree that the trend as a whole has been toward 
improvement in the educational system if improvement is measured by what the 
student is able to learn. 

Some academies might even pose the suggestion that the scholastic 
establishment has learned from this evolution. 

On the grittiest level, Miss Baxter's brilliant, though perhaps shocking, 
novel revolves around a short story written by a talented teenager and 
submitted to an attractive, but frigid freshman class English teacher. The 
story is a parable of innocence and corruption, these contrasting forces 
presented through the metaphor of a vivid and shocking sexual encounter and 
the bizarre chain of events launched by that encounter. The story itself, in 
the broader context of the novel, launches an equally bizarre chain of 
events in the young teacher's life. Revolution and anarchy, allegorical to 
the broader scheme, reign in the mind, reflected in the actions of the 
English teacher-heroine as she alternately changes her grading of the story 
from "F" to "A", then back to "F", as she tries to come to terms first with 
the content of the story, then her own make-up, with her sexual frustrations 
and the sudden desire unleashed in her by the catalyzing effects of a 
fourteen year old's vivid imagination. 

Some readers may be shocked by the sexual detail of this novel, as English 
teacher Karen White is shocked by the sexual detail of the story her student 
hands her. Her own dilemma builds to a climax when she has a sexual 
encounter with the worldly young student who instigated the writing of the 
story, then an actual affair with the young author a development that will 
certainly appall some readers, particularly parents who presently have 
school-age children. But the publishers would hasten to point out that this 
novel was not published as an expose of faculty morals, nor for the purpose 
of exploiting any existing failings along those lines in our school systems 
today. We felt authoress Baxter was dealing with the more human, and perhaps 
in the long run more important, elements the relationship of student body to 
faculty, governed to authority, and in its broader ramifications the 
relationship between the generations and the ability of each to learn from 
the other. 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

"Man, would you look at that ass!" 

Joe Wilson took a deep drag from his cigarette and blew smoke out the window 
of his room on the second floor of the quad, his eyes riveted on the 
sensuous blonde woman making her way down the sidewalk below toward the main 
class buildings. The handsome fourteen year old boy sighed, then looked back 
at his friend Bobby Carter, who sat in the straight-backed chair before 
Joe's study desk. 

"Yeah," Bobby said. "Miss White's a hell of a good-looking woman." 

Joe took another drag of his cigarette, silent for a moment, then asked 
thoughtfully, "I wonder if she ever gets laid?" 

Bobby blinked with obvious relish at the mere thought. "She must. A sexy 
dame like her. And she's twenty-four. Hell, she must get laid by somebody." 

"I wonder," said Joe. "Somehow I find it hard to believe a broad could be so 
uptight about class work and old English poefry and stuff as Miss White is 
if she was getting her fair share of cock." 

"Well, she's an English teacher," said Bobby. "English teachers are supposed 
to be interested in old poetry and everything." 

"Maybe you're right," said Joe, snuffing his cigarette out on the 
windowsill. "But I still think she's sexually hung-up. I think that's why 
she's so hard on us in class." 

"But why would such a good-looking dame as Miss White be hung-up?" 

"She'd get hung-up if she didn't get any sex. And I don't think Miss White 
gets any." 

Joe turned back to the window and watched the shapely blonde ascend the 
steps before the main building. She really did have a good-looking body, 
full high-set breasts, slender waist, tight ripely rounded ass cheeks and 
long sensuous legs. And her face was pretty too. She had what you call 
bedroom eyes. But that wasn't quite accurate either because there was in 
them another quality, a quality Joe Wilson couldn't even have defined a 
fear, perhaps even desperation. And it was perhaps that as much as her 
over-zealous attitude to the class she taught, which convinced Joe that Miss 
White wanted, secretly at least, something she wasn't getting. 

"I don't know," Bobby Carter said with a sigh. "I just wish I could figure 
out what I'm going to write for that stupid paper she assigned us to turn in 
next week. It's hard enough for a guy like me to write a passable paper when 
the teacher tells you exactly what she wants it to be about. But this 
business of telling you to write anything you want, in any form, about any 
subject that interests you just leaves a guy with the damned near impossible 
problem of trying to guess what might interest her. And I can't write worth 
a shit anyway." 

"I can't either," said Joe. "But I sure as hell know what I'd do if I could 
write." 

"What's that?" 

Joe turned slowly back from the window, looking intently across the room at 
his friend. "I'd write the dirtiest short story you ever saw." 

Bobby was silent for a long time. But Joe could see that the idea, which 
he'd been mulling over secretly in his mind ever since Miss White had first 
given them the assignment, struck his friend as being a good one. 

"Why don't you do it?" Bobby asked finally. "Why don't you just go ahead and 
write a pornographic story anyway and see what she does with it?" 

Joe shook his head. "It wouldn't work. I can't write. And you know what Miss 
White thinks about bad writing. If I wrote her a bad dirty story, she'd come 
down on me really hard. It'd have to be a good one or it wouldn't work. " 

Bobby nodded slowly. "I guess you're right." 

Then both boys listened attentively as the sound of footsteps appeared 
outside in the dormitory hall. They grew louder, then there was the sound of 
the door opening to the adjoining room. Joe knew from the expression on his 
friend's face that Bobby was thinking the same thing he was. 

"It would never work," Bobby said after a moment, shaking his head. "Craig 
would never do it." 

"How do you know?" 

"He just doesn't have the guts, man," said Bobby. "And besides, he wouldn't 
even know how to write a story like that. He may be a good writer, but he 
doesn't know the first thing about sex. I don't think he's even kissed a 
girl." 

"That doesn't matter," said Joe. "It's like Miss White was telling us the 
other day about that English woman, you know that old maid that wrote 
Wuthering Heights. She lived her whole life with her sister, never had 
anything to do with men or anything and she wrote one of the greatest love 
stories ever told." 

"So what?" 

"Well, if an old maid like that can write a great love story, Craig Martin 
should be able to write a great fuck story. Especially if we help him." 

Bobby pondered this for a moment, then shrugged. "All right, what the hell? 
I really would like to see the look on Miss White's face after she reads it 
if we can get him to write it, that is." 

"He'll write it," Joe said with conviction. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Karen White let the thin robe slip lightly from her near naked body. Beneath 
it she wore nothing but a pair of flimsy near transparent panties, and she 
was unable to resist the temptation to turn and glance briefly at the 
unconcealed curves of her naked flesh reflected in the three-quarter-length 
dresser mirror. Karen knew that although she was almost twenty-five years 
old she still had the body of a maturing teenage girl, and even if she were 
often repulsed by the kind of attention she attracted from men, she couldn't 
help being secretly proud at times like this times when she was alone, 
protected in the solitude of her own apartment. 

The young blonde English teacher stared intently at her soft milk-white 
reflection, gently illuminated by the shaded lamp which lit her bedroom, 
letting her gaze drop slowly down from her sultry pouty-lipped face to her 
soft round shoulders, then descend gradually lower over the voluptuous 
swells of her nipple-peaked breasts, her slender girlish waist and long 
shapely thighs. Then, suddenly ashamed of her narcissism, she turned 
abruptly away and walked quickly over to the closet in the corner of the 
room. She took out the short transparent nightie she was accustomed to be 
sleeping in in the warm weather of the spring and summer, and slipped the 
panty-length gown over her shoulders, then returned to the bed and flicked 
on the reading lamp. Karen was in a strange mood tonight, for some reason, 
certainly not a proper mood for grading papers. But she'd made the 
assignment, and now the grading had to be done. 

The still half-naked blonde sat down cross-legged on the bed atop the 
covers, leaned over to the edge to extract a stack of papers from the folder 
that rested on the floor, then took out the red grading pencil she always 
kept handy in her nightstand drawer. The teasing friction of the thin 
material of the nightie causing her naked nipples to swell to tingling 
rigidity, she straightened back up and spread the papers out on the bed 
before her. Automatically her eyes sought out the cover sheet with Craig 
Martin's name in the upper right hand corner, and though she'd only sought 
it out of curiosity, intending to save what she expected would be the only 
really interesting story for the last, she was now unable to resist reaching 
for it immediately as she saw the astonishing title. 

It was a short story called, of all things, "The Trials of Isabelle". The 
mere title had a Victorian ring, contrary to anything Karen might have 
conceivably expected to receive from Craig Martin, and in spite of herself 
Karen was compelled to turn back the cover sheet. Then, as she read the 
first sentence, she began to realize that the vague suspicions she'd 
experienced upon seeing the title had not been unfounded. 

Isabelle was a simple girl, with the body of a lovely young woman and the 
mind which had not developed since her eleventh birthday, thus sparing her, 
in the eyes of her devout guardians, the eventual obligation to give an 
account of the deeds of her life when came THE DREADED DAY OF JUDGEMENT. 

Following swiftly upon that sentence, which instantly gripped Karen's 
attention, as much with fear as curiosity about what was to come, was a 
vivid and shocking description of Isabelle's body. And skillfully interwoven 
with the physical description was an account of the Gothic traditions under 
which the young girl lived: Rigorously watched over by the aunt and uncle 
who had taken over her care after the sudden death of her parents, the young 
girl spent her nights locked in a garret on the second floor of a two-story 
colonial mansion, situated apparently somewhere in New England. The story 
seemingly took place sometime in the nineteen-forties, though the time was 
merely evoked, as vague as the actual setting. The girl had developed the 
habit of waiting at her window at night for a young soldier who was 
accustomed to passing on the street below. He, in turn, became accustomed to 
stopping and watching her for extended periods of time. 

It should have been an almost tragic comic story, were it not for Craig's 
skillful handling. From the omniscient or exterior point of view in which he 
began, he slipped smoothly into what was referred to in the story as "the 
blank slate of Isabelle's mind," and the narration was exposed in a 
fragmented account of her simple and unevaluating thought processes, 
combining the exposition of her relationship with the soldier and the 
development of the character of her two strict and puritanical guardians, 
with a terse and simple accounting of the trivia of her day-to-day existence 
evolving smoothly into sexual drama. Karen was flabbergasted when the 
soldier eventually got extremely drunk one Right, climbed a tree outside the 
house and made his way across the roof to the window of the garret to slip 
inside and have sex with the unresisting girl. She had expected nothing 
else, but the explicitness of the scene, and the oral rape the soldier 
subjected the unresisting girl to was almost more than Karen could handle. 
Yet in spite of all her shock and indignation, the young English teacher 
could not put the story down. She read breathlessly through the description 
of their shattering climax, the capture of the young soldier by Isabelle's 
uncle, the chilling threat of castration, the shocking trial in which the 
young girl, still understanding nothing of what she was doing, gave the 
detailed account of the perverted seduction which convicted the soldier. One 
last scene followed, the most chilling of the entire story, during which 
Isabelle uncomprehendingly allowed her guardians to fit her with the 
chastity belt she would, presumably, wear for the rest of her life. 

With trembling hands Karen gathered up the rest of the papers from her bed 
and stacked them carelessly on the nightstand. She was absolutely 
flabbergasted. She didn't know when she'd ever read anything so shocking in 
her life and she could hardly imagine how Craig Martin could have written it 
or that the normally shy and sensitive youngster could possess the audacity 
to present something of this nature to his freshman English teacher. 

Slowly Karen's eyes returned to the stapled manuscript which still rested on 
the bed before her bare, crossed legs. Shocked and upset as she was, she had 
to admit that it was well-written and skillfully handled. She could even 
concede that a grain of social significance, and the scene at the end where 
the lecherous, hypocritical uncle supervised the emplacement of the chastity 
belt on the uncomprehending girl's body, necessarily naked from the waist 
down, had an absolutely devastating effect. But those factors hardly seemed 
important now. Nor was it the quality of the writing that had seized the 
attention of the now almost distraught blonde English teacher. That was the 
worst part of it all her own reaction. 

Karen couldn't remember when she had been so gripped by a piece of fiction. 
But her interest during the reading had been not in the literary merit of 
the story, if that indeed existed, but in the sheer sexual tension. Somehow 
she had identified with the beautiful but simpleminded heroine. In spite of 
her intelligence and her considerable education, the young English teacher 
often felt herself strangely similar to the girl Craig had written about, 
vulnerable and helpless in much the same way, emotionally forever a child. 

Slowly Karen extended her legs out straight on the bed, leaving them still 
wide apart so that Craig's manuscript rested between her thighs. Then, 
becoming suddenly aware of the vague but nonetheless disturbing symbolism 
implicit in this, she quickly seized the manuscript and placed it atop the 
others on the nightstand beside the bed. Then her eyes returned to her 
near-naked body, her gaze moving slowly up the sleek contours of her parted 
thighs to the nearly transparent silk of her panties where she could just 
distinguish the soft blonde curls of hair nestled invitingly beneath. And 
the forbidden glimpse of her own thinly protected loins caused in her now an 
acute and striking awareness. 

Karen knew that she needed a man. It had been a very long time since she'd 
made love, and the lack, not so much of the sex itself, but of the warmth 
and affection every woman demanded, was taking its toll on her own mental 
state. But the relationships Karen had had with men during the last few 
years had not been at all rewarding. In fact, she realized, not a single 
relationship she'd experienced during her adult life had offered what she'd 
really wanted. Curious as it seemed, the only time a man had ever made her 
really happy had been the very first time. And that, of course, hadn't 
really been a man. It was a young boy, a boy she'd been secretly reminded of 
by Craig Martin. 

Karen had lost her virginity the summer . preceding her senior year of high 
school, when she'd been on vacation with her parents at their summer home in 
Southern California. The young boy's name was Johnny, and now she couldn't 
even recall his last name. Just Johnny. It had begun almost as a game, and 
strangely, the thing that had made it so fascinating was that it had 
happened right under Karen's stern father's nose. 

Johnny was a year younger than Karen. He was visiting his cousins, whose 
parents owned the house just down the beach from Karen's father's place, and 
he'd taken to coming over and spending a lot of time with her. At first 
she'd tolerated his presence only because she was bored. She had a boyfriend 
in town, but the fact was that in those days she wasn't really interested in 
boys. It seemed they only wanted one thing sex. And they had the crudest way 
of going after it. As she learned from subsequent unfulfilling encounters 
with Johnny, it was only due to circumstances that his approach had been 
different on that first fateful night. 

Karen's parents had suggested that she invite Johnny to dinner, and after 
the meal her dad had insisted on supplying entertainment for the young guest 
in the most corny fatherly fashion. When they'd finished eating and the 
table had been cleared, a screen was set up in the dining room and Mr. White 
insisted on showing home movies, made two years previously when Karen was 
just emerging from the age of puberty and starting to show clear hints of 
the development of her voluptuous womanly figure. Karen was so embarrassed 
she could have died. She felt compelled to compensate, to attract Johnny's 
attention from what was going on on the screen, and the only way she could 
think of at the time to do that was to slide her chair very close to his, 
and snuggle her shoulder against his in the semi-darkness. 

A few moments later she was almost shocked out of her mind when Johnny made 
his first hesitant move. Even now Karen could remember every detail, and she 
could hardly quell the rush of excitement that surged through her body at 
the lurid recollection. As over the screen flashed the full color motion 
photos of herself and her younger brother Jerry trying to learn to water-ski 
and appearing for all the world like a couple of insane clowns as they took 
their repeated spills and dips, Johnny put his hand on her knee. At first 
she thought little of it, and as a matter-of-fact had assumed he was 
attempting to console her in her moment of embarrassment. Then she was 
petrified with a combination of shock and the sheer teasing sensation of 
Johnny's hand beginning to move higher up her thigh. 

Karen was already a very voluptuous girl at seventeen. And she had secretly 
enjoyed showing off her body at that time. Her father objected, but not too 
blatantly, and that night she had been dressed in one of the shortest and 
most revealing mini outfits she owned. Her gold-tanned thighs were exposed 
halfway up to her panties when she stood straight up, and in her present 
seating position, the hem of the skirt had worked its way up almost to the 
well-defined clefts at the bottom of her tightly rounded ass cheeks. The 
sensitive flesh of her inner thighs was almost completely exposed to 
Johnny's bold touch, and the fact that her legs were concealed under the 
dining table and the tablecloth gave the young boy virtually absolute 
freedom to do whatever he wished there as long as Karen didn't vocally 
protest. 

And the fifteen year old boy took full advantage of his opportunity. As 
Karen squirmed nervously in her seat, the youngster trailed his hand slowly 
down to the back of her knee, his finger gently stroking the sensitive skin 
of that erogenous zone. Then, perhaps encouraged by the fact that Karen had 
been too surprised to protest, he slowly moved his hand up the inside of her 
quivering thighs. The astonished seventeen year old girl jerked her head 
quickly around to stare in the direction of her father, who sat at the 
opposite side of the oblong dining room table, his back almost directly to 
them, as he faced the screen. Then as Johnny paused, his hand midway up 
between her knees and her panties, resting now motionless on the sensitive 
flesh of her inner thighs, Karen turned to look angrily over at him. But 
something in Johnny's expression tamed the reproach in her own eyes. She saw 
that he was just as nervous about what he was doing as she was shocked, and 
it seemed almost as if he was asking her permission before going further. 
And when she made no further protest, he did just that. 

It was everything Karen could do to silence the low moan that rose in her 
throat as Johnny's hand trailed softly upward between her sensitive thighs. 
She had petted in the back seats of cars before, and she'd allowed her 
boyfriend at home to feel her breasts on the outside of her blouse once. 
That had eventually led him to put his hands between her thighs; in fact, 
from the outside of her skintight jeans he'd actually touched her pussy. But 
that had been a crude sudden move, and this subtle approach was completely 
different. Johnny's caress was so light, so hesitant, that it almost 
tickled. And the movement of his hand, which literally crept along the 
suddenly straining inner tendon of one of her thighs toward the tight leg 
band of her panties, was so slow, so compelling, that she found herself 
wishing in spite of everything that he would move faster. 

Then she gasped aloud as Johnny's middle finger finally reached one of the 
narrow elastic leg bands of her panties and pulled it aside to brush softly 
through the first circling strands of her cuntal hair. And as Karen's father 
looked around suddenly, Johnny jerked his hand quickly away. But instead of 
the relief at being rescued from the boy's bold advances which she should 
have experienced, her only sensation was a sudden gnawing frustration, 
unlike anything she'd ever experienced in her life. 

"Oh Daddy!" the sixteen year old virgin managed, realizing she had to avert 
his attention immediately. "I just hate to watch these stupid home movies. 
I'm so embarrassed." 

Her quick thinking eased her father's suspicions, and he slowly shifted back 
around to return his attention to the screen. The confused girl waited 
breathlessly for a moment, her own eyes also riveted on the screen, then she 
turned her gaze slowly back to Johnny, who watched her expectantly, 
questioningly, almost pleadingly. 

Karen didn't think she had even been so mixed up in her life as she was at 
that moment. The brief contact of Johnny's hand on the sensitive warmth of 
her naked inner thighs had caused a sensation to stir in her body that she 
had never experienced before. And the fact that her lather was sitting just 
across the table from her, making it impossible for her even to express for 
the forbidden sensation more urgent. She hesitated for a moment, however, 
knowing what she was about to do was an invitation to disaster. Yet even the 
danger beckoned her, and at last she couldn't resist a taint nod of her 
head, a fleeting, inviting smile. 

Johnny's hand trembled as it came back into contact with her thigh. She 
could see the apprehension in his expression, and she knew her young friend 
must be experiencing very much the same kind of forbidden delight as she, 
and she couldn't resist offering him a smile of encouragement as his hand 
repeated the slow teasing movement back up toward her tight-fitting bikini 
panties. She felt a little tingle dart down her spine, and it was everything 
she could do to hold still as Johnny's middle finger stroked again along the 
tense inner tendon of her thigh and once more began to work the narrow 
crotch band of her panties aside. Then as the young boy's fingers brushed 
again through the softly curling strands of hair that lined the sensitive 
lips of her pussy, Karen had the forethought to stifle a second gasp beneath 
another exclamation of protest at what her father was showing on the screen. 
Then she tensed as Johnny's finger brushed higher and found shocking contact 
with the moistened slit of her cunt. 

Karen had never felt anything like it. She had touched herself there; she 
had even masturbated periodically since she was fifteen. But that didn't 
compare with this. There was a sudden maddening flutter in her loins, and 
her heart started pounding furiously. Though she couldn't understand why, 
her nipples had suddenly swollen hard and tingled maddeningly from their 
contact with the thin material of her brassiere. Her whole body felt on fire 
and there was nothing she could do about it. She couldn't even acknowledge 
the shattering lust that had suddenly consumed her because of her father's 
presence just across the table. And that somehow made the experience all the 
more delicious. 

Karen had no idea how long her ordeal that night had gone on. As Johnny's 
finger began to stroke and massage more boldly up and down the quivering 
slit of her virgin cunt, the sensation finally became too much for her and 
again she moaned aloud. Her father looked back; Johnny snatched his hand 
away, and once more she had diverted her father's attention by pretending to 
gasp at another of her screen spills, this time on the ski slopes of Squaw 
Valley in a movie filmed somewhat later than the first one they had seen. 
This time, she seized Johnny's hand and placed it back between her thighs, 
using her own finger to pull the crotch band of her panties aside and again 
expose her yearning pussy to his touch. By the time her father looked around 
again, Karen had been so far gone with lust that she felt compelled to 
clench her thighs tightly together to hold Johnny's hand between them. She 
managed a smile, as did Johnny, and her father, still unsuspecting, turned 
again to the screen. A few moments later the last reel ran, featuring the 
family's Easter vacation in Mexico, and her father rose to turn off the 
projector. Now Johnny had to take his hand away, and somehow as the young 
boy thanked Karen's father for dinner and Karen prepared to walk him back 
over to his cousins' house, she managed to maintain a semblance of 
composure. Because she had already made her mind up as to what they were 
really going to do as soon as they got outside. 

Karen took Johnny's hand at the door of the house and led him quickly around 
the side and out the back gate and down toward a small deserted section of 
beach, secluded from both the road and the house. The moon had risen, and 
its light reflected in undulating twinkles on the waves of the Pacific, 
which rolled gently up onto the sand. It was what could have been termed a 
"warm romantic summer night". 

"Johnny, I want.. . " Karen said in a quivering voice as she stopped and 
turned to face the boy. 

Johnny looked back at her nervously, wetting his dry lips with his tongue. 
"I.. . do too." 

For a moment the two of them stood in silence on the beach, facing each 
other. Then, still holding the young boy's hand, Karen sank slowly to her 
knees onto the fine dry sand, pulling him gently down with her. She watched 
through narrowed blurring eyes as he leaned hungrily toward her. She felt 
disjointed, as though she weren't all there, as if a part of her, her 
spirit, was somewhere else. Something was happening to her body that she 
couldn't even understand. Perhaps even then she hadn't consciously admitted 
to herself what it was she was really planning to do. Perhaps her decision 
to let Johnny go all the way, if he would, was still more a fantasy than a 
conscious determination. 

Then she sighed softly as Johnny's lips covered hers, his tongue moving 
hesitantly between her teeth into the warmth and wetness of her mouth. She'd 
never kissed him before, and she couldn't help but be somewhat surprised at 
his ability. Most of the boys she went out with kissed too aggressively. But 
Johnny was gentle, refined or perhaps, she would come to believe later, it 
was only her own lust-crazed state of mind that made her respond so 
favorably. 

Karen moaned softly as she felt Johnny's hand move up the sensitive flesh of 
her neck, then drop slowly to her shoulder and slide between their bodies to 
gently caress the straining fullness of her breasts from the outside of her 
thin cotton dress. She was wearing but the flimsiest brassiere, and the 
vibrantly sensual mounds of her breasts were hardly protected at all. Her 
taut little nipples tingled maddeningly from the teasing contact, and a 
spontaneous little shiver passed through her body. 

"Oh, Johnny," she whispered softly as the trembling young boy moved his lips 
away from hers and began to kiss and lick along her neck and flick his 
tongue wetly over the sensitive lobe of her ear. She squirmed deeply on the 
sand as he shifted his position, sliding up closer to her on his knees so 
that his thighs brushed hard against hers and she could feel the swelling 
erection in his trousers pressing hard up against the soft forbidden flesh 
of her pussy from the outside of her skirt. Then she groaned aloud as he 
reached down into the top of her dress with his hand to tweak his finger 
right over the hard swollen bud of one of her tingling little nipples. 

Karen felt her breathing hasten involuntarily ' as the little wisps of 
forbidden pleasure began to course relentlessly through the soft curves of 
her flesh. She knew she was in a dangerously susceptible state. The long 
teasing build-up as he played with her thighs and her pussy beneath the 
dining room table as the rest of the family watched the home movies on the 
screen they'd set up had almost driven her out of her mind. She was tense, 
her body taut, and the tweaking of the excited boy's finger over her 
unprotected nipple-bud and the continued pressure of his legs against her 
thighs caused a fluttering far up in her stomach that she couldn't deny. 

"Karen," Johnny breathed gustily into her ear, his hand massaging hard over 
the ripeness of her breast. "I've never done it. I never have, but.. . " 

"I never have either, " Karen almost sobbed as she felt the young boy's 
hands begin to fumble nervously with the zipper at the back of her dress. 

"Then let's do it," he croaked. 

"I don't know," Karen said, shaking her head, her mental processes now in a 
maze of contradictions in the delirium of her newly discovered lust. 

Again Johnny kissed her on the mouth, then drew back to look pleadingly into 
her face. "Do you want to? I know you want to." 

"Yes," Karen gasped. "Yes, I want to, but . . . " 

Then her body almost went limp as in a sudden quick motion Johnny pulled the 
zipper apart all the way down her back to the little dimples at the top of 
her tightly rounded ass cheeks. She gasped, unable to resist as Johnny drew 
back just far enough to enable himself to pull the short sleeves of her 
mini-dress down off her shoulders and arms. Then a shudder of mingled fear 
and anticipation shook her body as he suddenly pulled the top half of the 
dress down and quickly unsnapped her brassiere to expose to his gaze the 
complete nakedness of both her high set, lustfully heaving breasts. 

Then, as Johnny hugged her unprotected body back to his, further tingles of 
undeniable pleasure surged relentlessly over her trembling teenage flesh. 
Her eyes were watering and in the darkness her vision was blurred. The need 
was now like a ball of fire in her young virgin loins, a forbidden want that 
had to be quenched. She knew what she had let Johnny do to her while they 
were watching the movies was wrong. If her father had the slightest idea 
this was happening he would be furious, he would never forgive her. But she 
couldn't stop herself. She wanted Johnny. She needed him. And somehow it was 
almost at this moment as if she loved him. 

With a soft whimper, the half-naked seventeen year old girl let Johnny push 
her back into a reclining position on the smooth cool sand of the beach. He 
moved forward, pressing his body even more tightly to hers, his chest 
crushing down against her nakedly swollen breasts. Her short skirt had 
worked almost up to her panties and the bulging erection in her young 
friend's trousers prodded threateningly at the soft smooth flesh of her 
inner thighs. Now, in spite of Johnny's youth, his penis felt enormous, and 
she couldn't imagine how she could take it up inside her, between her legs. 
The mere thought filled her with fear, yet the fear was tempered by an even 
more profound sensation of need. 

Then Karen shivered as Johnny dropped his lips to the exposed white skin of 
one of her shoulders, trailing his tongue in a searing path down the rise of 
the naked mound of one breast, flicking it softly over the sensitively, 
swollen little bud of her nipple, causing her whole body to contort in a 
spasm of delight. 

"Oh! Oh, Johnny!" the girl moaned, her whole body coming even more wildly to 
life at the wanton lust surging out of control through her as the young boy 
snuggled his face into the voluptuously deep valley between her straining 
young breasts. Then he took the other nipple in his mouth, his tongue 
tweaking it to even more sensitive hardness, his teeth nibbling gently with 
a mingling of pain and pleasure that caused Karen to cry out. 

Then another almost violent shudder wracked her body as Johnny's hand moved 
lower, seizing the hem of her short mini-skirt and pulling it completely up 
over her tight bikini panties to bunch it in a small bundle around her 
waist. She lay motionless, stricken to immobility with the combination of 
fear and desire as Johnny slipped his middle finger back up inside the tight 
elastic leg band, brushing it teasingly through the softly curling hair that 
fringed her moistened cunt lips, searching slowly until his finger found 
even more wildly arousing contact with the moistened little pink slit 
itself. Then her nearly exposed buttocks twitched spasmodically as Johnny 
began to stroke up and down her pulsing cuntal slit, and a deeply strained 
moan rose in her throat as it suddenly brushed right over the little bud of 
her clitoris at the top of the forbidden pussy orifice. 

"Oh! Oh God!" the near-naked teen-age girl wailed in delirious ecstasy, her 
whole body jerking frenziedly from the raw sensation as Johnny's finger 
began to tweak swiftly back and forth over her sensitive little clitoris. It 
was too much. It was like nothing she'd ever known. The intensity of 
feeling, the consuming need rendered all else trivial and unimportant. She 
had to have Johnny. She had to have his penis inside her, even if it hurt. 
She had to be fucked at least this one time in her life, even if it was 
wrong. 

Surrendering suddenly to all the emotion and passion building up in her body 
and mind, Karen reached down desperately, thrusting her hand between her own 
half-exposed loins and Johnny's thighs to find the zipper of his trousers. 
Her breath coming in slow deep gasps, she pulled the zipper downwards and 
undid the snap at the top of the trousers, then reached inside Johnny's 
jockey shorts to brush them aside and suddenly expose the hard-throbbing 
shaft of his boyish cock. She felt him twitch and squirm excitedly above 
her, felt the erect, hot rod of flesh spring as if in an excitement of its 
own in her hand. She heard Johnny groan, sensed the deep inner shudder 
coursing through his body as she began to slowly work her fingers up and 
down along the straining cockshaft. And then she reached the point where she 
knew she could wait no longer. 

"Take my panties off, Johnny!" Karen gasped, suddenly desperate with her 
undeniable need. "Take my panties off and make love to me, Johnny. Fuck me, 
Johnny." 

Karen arched her hips up in the sand as Johnny seized the elastic waistband 
at the top of her panties and pulled them slowly down off her tightly 
rounded buttocks and her softly haired little pussy. She jerked eagerly at 
his hard flexing cock, spreading her legs out wide and arching her loins 
invitingly upward as he lowered his body back between them. Then, as the 
hard bulbous head of his penis was inserted up between her quivering pussy 
lips, she shuddered, suddenly gripped with terror. 

But Johnny couldn't wait. He thrust eagerly forward, and she cried out with 
the sudden blinding pain of his penis penetrating her. Her mind blanked for 
a moment, she thought she would surely die from the sheer shattering 
sensation. Yet even then, far up in her violated loins, she felt the first 
beginning twitches of the obliterating orgasm that would be soon to come. 

* * * 

As Karen's middle finger suddenly found shocking contact with the already 
hotly pulsing bud of her clitoris, the raw electric sensation of the present 
snapped her out of her reverie. Her eyes opened wide, the young English 
teacher lifted her head up from the pillow to stare in utter shock down the 
length of her scarcely concealed body. She hadn't even realized what she was 
doing. She'd been so caught up in recollection of the first time she'd made 
love, that she'd almost believed it was happening now. And she'd been 
completely eluded by what she now suddenly grasped, the whole time she had 
been obscenely caressing and massaging herself. And as she had dreamed that 
Johnny was finally lowering his body between her thighs, inserting the naked 
head of his cock between the trembling lips of her cunt, she'd thrust her 
own hand down inside her panties as if in preparation to simulate that entry 
with her own middle finger! 

Then as Karen flicked her finger unconsciously lower along the softly 
pulsing slit of her pussy', she moaned audibly at the sudden titillating 
tremor of delight that shot warmly out from her loins. My God, she thought, 
what's happening to me? Her whole body was brimming with a lust that now 
seemed equally as desperate and unquenchable as that which she'd experienced 
the fateful night long ago when she'd let Johnny make love to her. And she 
had to have some relief. Her vagina was throbbing and she knew she would 
never get any rest as long as she felt this way! But in spite of the fact 
that the affairs she had had with men in her adult life had been short and 
infrequent, Karen had not masturbated since she was a teenager, and the very 
thought of doing something like this now filled her with revulsion. But she 
had to. She was compelled. This would have to be an exception. It was the 
only way she could think of to stop that gnawing desire that was going to 
drive her out of her mind if she could find no relief. 

With a gasp of submission, Karen arched her smoothly rounded buttocks up 
from the bed, urgently pulling the tight-fitting panties down off her 
flaring hips and the length of her slender thighs. Her breath coming in 
strained and hoarse gasps, her breasts rising and falling heavily, she 
pulled the shortie nightgown upward above her waist to completely expose the 
lower part of her body and the soft little triangle of hair that nestled so 
invitingly between her thighs. Then she whimpered distantly as her fingers 
moved back into contact with the tiny throbbing bud of her clitoris and once 
more began to stroke up and down the already smoothly moistened lips of her 
cunt. 

A surge of guilt welled almost parallel to her rising lust as Karen slowly 
parted the trembling lips of her pussy, spreading the evenly flowing cuntal 
moisture eagerly up and down the glistening slit. Then a shudder went 
through her loins as her middle finger wormed slowly up into the moistly 
yielding cuntal softness. She moaned again, her finger burrowing gradually 
deeper and her thumb rubbing swiftly across the swelling bud of her clitoris 
as she arched her hips upward from the bed and with a grunt sank her finger 
to the last knuckle into the sensitive inner flesh. Then, with a deep groan, 
she surrendered completely to her obscene longing and began an urgently 
writhing undulation of her body on the bed, finger-fucking with smooth even 
strokes in and out of the tightly caressing lips of her cunt. 

A stream of desperate moans and pleadings began to issue from her throat as 
Karen began to masturbate in earnest. Her eyes and teeth were clenched and 
she thrashed her body wildly as her uncontrollable passion began to overcome 
her. Grunts and whispers of salacious pleasure spewed from her parted lips, 
and her fingers darted swiftly in and out of her sensitive cuntal opening. 
Her thumb worked with maddening effect on the throbbing pleasure-button of 
her clitoris, and her face flushed red, breaking out in a shining coat of 
perspiration as she strained, groaning in lust and frustration and working 
her fingers deeper and deeper up into the warmly quivering slit of her 
pussy. 

Now a lewd thrill coursed through her as she lifted her head again from the 
pillow, gazing down between the two trembling mounds of her breasts at the 
perverse picture of her own hand fucking swiftly in and out between the 
widely scissoring softness of her thighs. Her body was thrashing savagely on 
the mattress, her loins thrusting eagerly upward to the probing strokes of 
her fingers. The lips of her vagina flowered open to give her even greater 
access to the warmly yielding inner flesh, and the continued maddening 
strokes of her thumb over the twitching bud of her clitoris almost drove her 
out of her mind with the obscenely rising passion that poured through every 
fiber of her body. 

And even as she concentrated all her physical efforts on the self-inflicted 
assault on her helpless loins, Karen let her mind drift freely into the 
reverie that had so delighted and tormented her. She remembered the blinding 
flash of pain as Johnny had entered her, clumsily, perhaps ruthlessly, in 
his own urgency disregarding the fact that he was hurting her. But the sheer 
sensation had been like nothing Karen had ever experienced in her life. The 
continued teasing build-up which had begun in the dining room as her father 
subjected the two teenagers to the series of family home movies had 
destroyed all her reservations, and in spite of the pain Karen had welcomed 
the shocking invasion. She had been ready for it, no matter how much it 
hurt, ready that night as it seemed she had never been able to be ready 
again. 

Then suddenly the young blonde English teacher's naked body tensed. She 
suddenly shuddered, her finger now moving in a staccato rhythm in and out of 
her burning loins. A moment later her body uncoiled even more wildly, her 
legs opening and closing frantically over the finger that still moved 
swiftly in and out of the soft flesh of her pussy. She felt the rising tide 
begin deep in her belly, a spontaneous contortion wracking her voluptuously 
naked flesh as she fought and strained for the release she knew was coming. 

A moment later it happened. The lust-crazed blonde moaned in wanton 
delirium, drawing her fingers almost all the way out of her trembling 
cunt-lips and stroking in a rapid motion over the swollen bud of her 
clitoris to send new and more wanton thrills darting from the pulsing flesh 
out through her even more wildly gyrating body. She rubbed her hand swiftly 
back and forth over the turgidly quivering clitoris, sobbing and moaning in 
frustration as the relief continued to elude her. Then, with another moan, 
she shoved her fingers savagely back into the wetly trembling mouth of her 
cunt as the deep trembling far up inside her loins surfaced swiftly, 
bursting forth in a breathtaking wave of sensation that soared through every 
inch of her nakedly thrashing flesh. The lips of her cunt worked and sucked 
frenziedly at her lewdly fucking finger, her breath rasping in short gasps 
as the sensations jolted over her. She sobbed in delirium, wallowing lewdly 
in her obscene bliss, her finger still working frenziedly in and out of the 
warmly quivering flesh of her loins. And as the relief finally poured over 
her, her mind returned quickly from the reverie that had engulfed her. Even 
as she continued to jerk and thrash the shame and humiliation of what she 
was doing almost brought tears to her eyes. Then she let her buttocks sink 
down in exhaustion and slowly drew her finger from between her thighs. 

The sexually spent young teacher gasped to catch her breath, staring sadly 
up at the ceiling as the shocking waves of elation were replaced by the 
devastating waves of guilt. It was Craig Martin's fault she had done this 
tonight, she realized, her remorse and anger causing a constricting 
tightness in her throat. It was that damn short story. 

Karen lay on her back on the bed, naked from the waist down, for another 
minute or two. Then slowly she raised up to a sitting position, turning her 
head to gaze with watery eyes at the stack of manuscripts on the nightstand. 

Then abruptly she shifted about to sit on the edge of the bed, seized her 
red marking pencil, and scrawled a large distinctive "F" over the cover 
sheet of Craig's paper. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Karen gave her first period class an in-classroom writing assignment, 
freeing herself to use the time to grade the rest of the papers from the 
assignment she'd given the freshman class last week. She'd been so depressed 
the night before, so filled with guilt and anger at her shameless behavior 
after reading Craig Martin's shocking short story that she knew it would not 
be fair to grade the other papers in that state of mind. She might have 
flunked everyone. And even now, with a fitful night's sleep between her and 
the shocking masturbation that had followed her reading of the pornographic 
story, she had a very difficult time concentrating on the papers. 
Customarily Karen always saved Craig's paper till last. No matter what the 
subject of the assignment, it was usually the only really interesting work 
she received from the freshman class. And actually, she realized, this 
incident was no exception to that rule. Craig's story, appalling as it might 
have been, was well written. With a night's reflection she had to admit 
that. But that didn't alter anything. Karen was certain she was the victim 
of a cruel joke, and doubted now that Craig was solely responsible for it. 
Someone must have put the idea in his head. She was going to make her 
feelings about that sort of action very clear. Craig had received the first 
"F" he had ever been given here at this school. The "F" was going to remain. 

The hour-long period passed slowly, but hardly slowly enough to satisfy 
Karen White. As the time for the final bell drew nearer, her dread of facing 
the freshman class increased. She had no idea how many of the students knew 
about Craig's story. She could hardly even guess at the true intentions of 
whoever it was who had masterminded the idea, nor could she understand why 
Craig had agreed to the outrageous undertaking. She had always thought he 
was fond of her. Yet there was still another factor which she found even 
more troubling. She could not erase from her mind her own lewd response to 
the story. Even though it had repelled her, she had masturbated after 
reading it, and her guilt for having committed that depraved act left her 
feeling tainted. She couldn't help but fear that the guilt was manifested in 
her countenance, that what she had done last night must have left a mark on 
her, apparent to anyone who saw her. As she tried to get up her courage to 
face the next group of students, she had to consciously remind herself that 
they didn't know about her masturbation. That, terrible as it was, was her 
own secret. 

Karen finished grading the last of the freshman papers, a boring but 
conceited account by Joe Wilson about how he'd scored three touchdowns to 
win the freshman football team's season opener. She dismissed the first 
period class, then shrugged and scribbled a "B-" across the cover of Joe's 
paper. Then she went to the faculty lounge that joined the school cafeteria 
to have a quick cup of tea before facing her class. 

The sensuous blonde English teacher dawdled over her tea even after the 
second bell had rung. It was going to take every bit of nerve she could 
muster to walk into that classroom, and she knew she had to compose herself 
very carefully. If Craig's story had been a plot, a conspiracy, this was a 
direct challenge to her authority as English teacher. It reflected at least 
a trend toward a lack of respect toward her, and she knew that if she didn't 
regain that respect very quickly she would have a very difficult time 
dealing with the freshmen for the rest of the semester. But she knew she 
would have an almost impossible time facing Craig Martin after she returned 
the papers, and she concluded the best way to deal with the problem would be 
to delay the returning of the papers until the end of the class. 

At last, with a deep sigh, Karen gulped down the last of her tea and started 
back to the main class building. The nervous young English teacher hesitated 
outside the door to the classroom. She could hear a low buzz of conversation 
from inside, nothing extraordinary, though even in its subdued tone, Karen 
found a sense of foreboding. It seemed another bit of evidence that her 
worst suspicions were true. The story had been the result of a plot. And she 
would have to tread very carefully during the next hour. 

At last Karen took a deep breath, and walked quickly through the door and 
across to her desk. The conversation in the room stopped suddenly, and the 
silence was almost deafening to the young teacher. As she placed the bundle 
of assignment papers down on the desk, she found herself afraid to even look 
up. When she finally managed to lift her eyes, any doubt that she might have 
had about Craig's story being the result of a conspiracy immediately faded. 
She had never seen such a look of expectation as she encountered on the 
faces of the twenty or so young male students situated in the classroom. 
They knew. Every one of them knew. And every one of them was staring at her 
with one exception. 

Craig Martin, seated at the back of the classroom in the desk behind Joe 
Wilson, was ghastly pale. And he was looking down at his own desk, unable to 
meet her eyes. 

Karen wet her lips, slowly shifting her own gaze over the class. Then she 
averted her eyes again and fumbled for a textbook. 

"I have your papers here, which I will return at the end of the class," she 
said in a trembling voice, once more looking up. "For the most part they 
were quite satisfactory; some of them were even pretty good." She hesitated, 
then added: "With one exception, that is, which I had no choice but to 
return with an 'F'. " 

It was obvious everyone knew exactly which paper she was talking about. 

* * * 

Craig Miller sat dejectedly through the seemingly endless class, completely 
unable to grasp Miss White's discussion of the poetry of William Blake. He 
couldn't even imagine how he'd been so stupid as to submit that short story 
to Miss White. There was no doubt in his mind that the "F" she'd mentioned 
was for his work, and he didn't even blame her. She should feel rightly 
insulted, and furthermore, he now realized, the story wasn't really very 
good anyway. Even for a dirty story. 

When Joe Wilson and Bobby Carter had first come to him with the idea that he 
submit a pornographic story for the class assignment, he thought it 
completely ludicrous. But secretly, Craig had read quite a lot of classical 
pornographic literature, and it really excited him. Once he'd gotten the 
idea of trying a dirty story into his head, he couldn't get rid of it. He'd 
finished his story the night before the papers were due, and he'd been so 
involved in it he had thought it was actually good. He'd even deluded 
himself into thinking that Miss White would appreciate it for its literary 
merits. But he'd had a full twenty-four hours to think that over since 
handing in the paper, and he'd begun to see the faults in the writing, even 
beyond the explicit sexual description. Craig had received straight "A" 
grades up until now in every one of his classes. But with an "F" on an 
important paper like this, it would be virtually impossible for him to make 
an "A" for his report card, or for that matter the term report. He knew he 
had really screwed himself up, but he had no one but himself to blame. Nor 
did he even know how he would get back on good terms with Miss White, whom 
he really did like. 

When the bell rang and the good-looking English teacher dismissed the class, 
Craig waited in his seat, still unable to even look at her. Miss White 
gathered up her own books and papers and made her way through the crowd of 
other students who had immediately flooded about her desk. Then Craig rose 
slowly and started to the front of the room. As he reached the desk, he 
realized that it was his story which everyone had been crowding around to 
get a look at. For though no one but Joe had yet read it, the whole class 
knew. The story had created such a scandal that they didn't even care about 
their own grades. 

"It was you, all right," said Joe Wilson, emerging from the throng with 
Craig's paper in his hand. "You got the "F?" 

"Of course I got the 'F', " Craig answered sullenly, taking the paper from 
Joe and looking at it grimly. 

"But you really got to Miss White," said Joe. 

"Yeah," echoed Bobby Carter, bearing his own paper, and moving out of the 
crowd to join them. "She was really torn up. I don't know how she even made 
it through the class." 

"I don't know how I'm gonna make it through the rest of the year in this 
class either," Craig said forlornly. "She must hate me." 

"Don't kid yourself," interjected Joe. "Miss White doesn't hate you. If she 
hated you she wouldn't even have given a damn about that story." He paused 
for a moment. "Look. I got a 'B-' for the stupid football thing I wrote." 

"I got a B+!" said Bobby. 

"And I got an 'F', " said Craig. 

"But the 'F' is not going to stand," Joe Wilson announced tersely. 

Craig lifted his eyes slowly. "What do you mean?" 

"It's damn good for a short story. I know I don't know much about writing, 
but I do know about sex. And that's a good story." 

"Yeah," said Bobby. "I really want to read it. Can I read it?" 

"Sure," Craig shrugged. "I don't care." 

"You give Bobby your other copy," said Joe. "I need that one for myself 
now." 

"What for?" Craig asked, looking at the other boy curiously. 

"I've got an idea. I want to take your story and pay a visit to Miss White 
during her office hours." He grinned. "I want to see if she'll go through 
the story with me, page by page, and explain why she gave it a worse grade 
than she gave me for that thing about the football game." He paused again, 
his grin broadening. "But tell me one thing." 

"What?" Craig asked, looking puzzled. 

"Tell me about Wuthering Heights. I've got a stinking suspicion this is a 
better story than that." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Karen started nervously as she heard the short knock on her office door. She 
had been on edge all day, and even after she'd successfully faced the 
freshman class her anxiety had not faded. She had been able to tell from the 
look on Craig's face, when she'd announced that she'd given an "F" grade to 
one of the papers, that he was deeply wounded. She was quite sure that he 
was sorry for what he had done, and she'd been half-expecting him to show up 
at the office this afternoon to apologize to her. But now she almost dreaded 
the thought of seeing him. She'd always had such a rapport with Craig, and 
she didn't know how that rapport would ever be reestablished. 

"Yes? Who is it?" Karen asked finally. 

"It's me. Joe Wilson." 

"Come . . . in," Karen said slowly. Then something she should have realized 
when she first read the story began to dawn on her. 

It must have been Joe Wilson's idea that Craig submit the pornographic story 
to her. She'd gotten the uncomfortable feeling more times than once this 
term that Joe and some of his more earthy friends actually looked upon her 
as a sexual object. She knew Joe had a reputation as a stud, but though he 
was a handsome boy, she had personally always found him coarse and 
disrespectful. She also knew that Craig, as much because of his intelligence 
and common sensitivity as anything else, was not very popular in Joe's 
crowd. Naturally he would want to be part of the gang, and it was easy to 
understand how the other boys could have convinced him to use his talent as 
a writer to their own corrupt ends, whatever possible ends they might have 
had in mind with their insulting scheme. 

Then the door opened slowly and Joe Wilson, a manila envelope tucked under 
his arm, stepped inside. 

"Sorry to disturb you, Miss White," the mature-looking youngster said, 
smiling. "I just had something on my mind and I wanted to discuss it with 
you." 

Karen sat stiffly behind her desk, coldly surveying the tall, handsome 
teenager who stood at the door. She had to admit, as badly as she hated to, 
that Joe really was a good-looking rascal, and the fleeting descending of 
his eyes down to the fully inviting swells of her breasts clearly displayed 
that he had no lack of confidence. 

"Yes, all right," Karen managed finally. "What's on your mind?" 

Joe smiled, staring at the blonde English teacher in silence for a moment, 
then pulled the door slowly to behind him. 

Karen frowned as he slipped the latch. "I don't really think there's any 
need for that," she said. 

"I want to discuss Craig's short story," said Joe. "I just didn't think you 
would want anyone walking in by surprise while we were doing that." 

Karen though her face must have paled. She didn't even know why, but she 
felt an uncontrollable fluttering in her stomach, and her heart was pounding 
furiously, her breathing restricted by a sudden tightness in her throat. She 
could hardly even imagine that Joe could have the gall to come here and 
confront her like this after he'd convinced Craig to submit that horrible 
dirty story to her. 

'That. . . that was your idea, wasn't it?" Karen asked in a cracked voice. 

"What?" 

"That story was your idea, wasn't it?" Karen repeated more firmly. 

Joe frowned. "This?" he said, removing the manila envelope from beneath his 
arm and starting to extract what Karen immediately recognized, by the big 
"F" on the front, as 

Craig's story. "No ma'am. I guess Craig got the idea to write this from a 
lot of classical erotic literature he's read. He did come to me for 
technical advice, because he doesn't have any practical experience with 
girls at all." Joe paused. "And, as you probably know, I do." 

Karen could hardly even meet the challenge and mockery in the handsome 
fourteen year old boy's eyes. His blatant flaunting of his own masculinity 
put her completely off balance, and at the same time she was only further 
disappointed by the revelation that Craig made a habit of reading 
pornographic literature. She had always assumed that sort of material, even 
the classical material recognized in some circles as genuinely valid 
writing, was read only by dirty old men and perverts. She couldn't dream 
that a sensitive and shy boy like Craig could get interested in such a 
thing. But she hardly doubted that it was genuinely true. Otherwise, how 
could he have written his story? 

"Then . . . it was Craig's idea?" 

Joe shrugged. "I guess so," he said. Then he walked over and flopped down 
leisurely in a chair across the other side of Karen's desk. 

"And what is it you want to discuss with me?" she went on, feeling defeated, 
almost heart-broken. 

"I want to discuss why you gave this story an 'F' when a guy like me, who 
can't even write a decent sentence, gets a 'B-'. " 

"I gave that story an 'F' because it's filthy and disgusting!" snapped 
Karen, her eyes flaring. 

Joe met her gaze steadily for a moment, then he slowly pushed the manuscript 
onto her desk. "Are you referring to its content, or the handling of it from 
a literary point of view?" 

"I'm referring to both," Karen hissed. Then she dropped her gaze down to the 
story, moistened her lips, and spoke in a soft weak voice. "I guess I'm 
referring to the content." 

"Then you've been unfair to Craig," Joe said. 

"Who are you to come here and tell me I'm unfair to anybody?" Karen 
retorted, her eyes again opening wide with anger. "It's a good story." 

"It's not a good story. It's dirty and sordid and . . . " 

"Or maybe you just didn't understand it?" 

"I understood it all too well," Karen insisted. 

"Because I didn't understand it when I first read it," Joe continued, 
looking at her sincerely. "I thought it was great. I thought it was one of 
the greatest dirty stories I'd ever read, especially when the soldier climbs 
in the window and gets her, and then that business at the end with the 
chastity belt." 

Joe paused as the crimson flush rose over Karen's cheeks, then went on. "And 
I told him too. I told him it really turned me on, and I said 

I guessed it would turn Miss White on too." 

Karen almost gasped aloud at those words. She couldn't comprehend the young 
boy's audacity. But. by the same token, she couldn't help but recall that 
she had been turned on by the story. In fact, that was probably part of the 
reason she had given the "F" grade. She had been angry at Craig for turning 
her on. 

"I thought Craig would be happy," Joe continued. "But he wasn't. He could 
barly even believe that I'd read the story that way, and his feelings were 
really hurt." 

Karen looked up at the good-looking teenage boy curiously. "His feelings 
were hurt?" 

"Yeah, because he didn't write it as a dirty story." 

"He didn't?" 

"No. He said he wanted to use sex as a symbolic vehicle. I don't know much 
about that sort of stuff, symbolism and all, I mean, but he tried to explain 
it to me in a way I could understand. He said it was a story about innocence 
and corruption. He said the most innocent character in the story was the 
girl, and the most corrupt her uncle. The soldier was the catalyst. And of 
course he is punished, but the one who is punished most unjustly is the 
girl. Even I understood that much. That part at the end, where they are 
putting that chastity belt on her really got to me. And all the time that 
horny old uncle of hers looking at her, I mean between her legs, you know. I 
just about felt like fighting him." 

Karen felt completely disorientated. This seemed like the last subject she 
should be discussing with one of her freshman students. But what Joe was 
saying made at least some sense. She granted that Craig's story was a 
powerful portrait of corruption, of perverted justice. But she hadn't even 
considered those factors before. She'd evaluated it not so much even on its 
content as on its intent, and she had to admit again that a considerable 
part of her grading had been the result of her depraved response to the 
reading. 

"And Craig was sure that you would understand all that," Joe added. "He was 
a little worried you might be shocked by some of the things in there, but he 
felt he couldn't hold back. He felt the story was too good. And after he 
explained to me what he was getting at, I had to agree with him." 

"But this is just not the class for a story like that to be submitted to. I 
could never read that kind of story to the class, and I shouldn't even be 
sitting here discussing it with you." 

"Maybe not," said Joe. "But if I hadn't come here, the 'F' would have 
stayed, and you know what that would mean. Craig's straight 'A' record would 
be ruined." Joe paused, looking intently at the sensuous young English 
teacher. "What I would like to do now is go through the story with you, Miss 
White, page by page. After we've done that I don't think you'll be able to 
justify the 'F'. And I realize that it should be Craig talking to you 
instead of me. But he was just too embarrassed to face you after you gave 
him that 'F'. " 

Karen stared at the young boy in shock as he stood up, and not even asking 
her permission picked his chair up and started to move around the side to 
the back of her desk so that he would be able to sit beside her. She 
couldn't even believe that he was sincere. Joe Wilson had never professed 
the slightest interest in literature before, though of course she had to 
admit she'd never given any assignments even remotely in the field of 
Craig's short story. But she had to concede there was a strong possibility 
she had been unjust in her grading his piece of work, and she did hate the 
thought that she might be responsible, because of her own prejudices and 
insecurities, for the lone blemish on Craig's high school scholastic record. 
But she couldn't imagine how she could go through this story, point by 
point, with Joe. She remembered only too well what had resulted from her 
first reading of it. She had masturbated for the first time in her adult 
life, and she couldn't but fear that she might still be unable to control 
her own unnatural response on the second reading. 

"Now, let's just look at it again, Miss White," Joe insisted, sitting down 
in the chair beside her and reaching for the manuscript to fold back the 
cover page. 

"I don't.. . I don't know if I can," Karen said. 

"Sure you can. You've already read it once. It's not going to hurt you to 
look at it again." 

Karen cast a pleading, almost fearful glance at the boy's confident, intent 
face. Then, slowly, she shifted her eyes back to the story on the desk. Her 
heart still pounding wildly, she began to read, her eyes hastily scanning 
over the lines of neat longhand. The prose was good. She couldn't deny that, 
and the sexual intensity, which had so appalled and excited her, was there 
almost from the first word. Even knowing what was to come and anticipating 
it, she experienced an increase of the vague tremors of excitement and 
apprehension fluttering through her breasts and belly. 

Karen read until the end of the first page, then lifted her eyes nervously. 
Nodding in encouragement, Joe turned the page, and reluctantly, she returned 
her attention to the manuscript. Then her body stiffened as Joe leaned 
sideways to enable himself to better be able to see the manuscript, and his 
shoulder inadvertently brushed against hers. Karen was in a state of 
tension, of over-sensitivity, and just the slightest physical contact had 
upon her a strangely exciting effect. She turned her head, looking at the 
young boy with reproach. But his eyes were fixed on the manuscript, and he 
seemed completely oblivious, not only of her gaze, but of the contact 
itself. 

Then she looked back at the desk and resumed her reading, Craig's gripping 
account of the night of the soldier's first appearance on the street beneath 
the girl's window filling her with anticipation of the lurid and shocking 
sex scenes that were to come. Yet, even as she recalled her shameful 
response the first time she'd read the story, Karen was unable to tear her 
eyes away from the page. 

As the narration continued, the nervous English teacher's mingled 
anticipation and dread became even more intense. She squirmed her buttocks 
nervously in her seat, still acutely aware of the contact of Joe's shoulder 
against her own and the fluttering of excitement in her breasts becoming 
even more pronounced. 

Then the young boy turned to the next page, and the passage Karen had so 
dreaded began. My God! she thought, what's happening to me? Her breathing 
was becoming more straining, and she could feel the hastening of her 
heartbeat as the description became more explicit. But she had to admit that 
the writing was good. As a purely scholastic endeavor, Karen had forced 
herself to read a small amount of erotic literature during her college days, 
and she could not help but marvel that an inexperienced boy like Craig could 
compete with some of the so-called masters of that rather shady literary 
form. 

Then as Joe shifted slightly in his seat beside her, Karen remembered that 
he had admitted giving Craig some help with the sexual detail, and she felt 
a little shiver run through her body at the thought that the person who 
might actually have been responsible for the sharp and cutting accuracy of 
the sexual description was sitting right beside her. Then the rapid beating 
of Karen's heart seemed to reach a crescendo as, wide-eyed, she read the 
actual sex scene itself through to the end. 

"That's good writing," Joe said, turning the page. "I don't care what you 
say; it's very good writing." 

"Yes," Karen gasped breathlessly. "I have to admit it is." 

"I think it's even better than Wuthering Heights," Joe added. "At least from 
what I've read of that book. If nothing else, Craig at least lets you see 
them doing it. He lets you experience it with them. And I think that's 
important; don't you?" 

Karen lifted her eyes slowly from the manuscript and turned to look with a 
desperate gaze at the boy beside her. The proximity of their faces now was 
almost more than she could endure, and she thought she had never felt this 
way in her life. Helplessly, she tried to meet Joe's confident and 
unwavering stare. Futilely, she tried to conceal the hastening of her own 
strained breathing. And still his intent eyes bore into her. 

"Don't you, Miss White?" Joe repeated. 

Karen cast her eyes finally downwards. "Yes, I guess so," she said in a 
softly trembling voice. "I guess the 'F' was unfair." 

"I think so; I think that grade was based, not upon the merits of the story, 
but was a reflection of your fear about sex." 

"My fear?" Karen said quickly, jerking her eyes back upward. 

"Yes, ma'am. I think . . . I don't mean to say that you're frigid, but I've 
sensed something in you during the term I've been in your class. I've sensed 
that you're afraid of your own sexuality." 

Karen could no longer meet Joe's gaze. She averted her eyes, looking at the 
voluptuously swollen mounds of her breasts, pushed up high and tight 
together by her brassiere, then slowly turned her attention back to the 
manuscript on her desk and resumed her reading of Craig's gripping story. 
Then the sensuous blonde's eyes widened as she felt Joe's hand drop suddenly 
to come to rest on her right knee, just below the hem of her modest length 
skirt. 

Karen was too stunned to even move. Every minute she was becoming more 
astounded by the boy's audacity. Then, as she turned to look at him, she saw 
that his eyes were still fixed on the manuscript of the short story, and she 
realized with relief that his touching of her leg might be a spontaneous 
gesture reflecting his own tense response to the chilling narrative of the 
beautiful but simple-minded young girl's testimony at the soldier's trial. 

Then Joe turned the page, and the last and most shocking scene of the story 
began, and a strange thing happened. Trying to ignore his hand on her knee, 
Karen again resumed her reading, virtually paralyzed with shock at the 
unnerving description of the girl's blind submission as she was stripped 
naked from the waist down and the chastity belt was fitted onto her and 
locked. As Karen read, the fluttering descended to her loins, and completely 
beyond her control, she felt her vaginal juices begin to flow gently along 
the tingling little slit of her pussy. And she was so confused by this 
development, so gripped by the narrative, that, at first, she didn't even 
realize it as Joe's hand began to move slowly upward along the sensitive 
flesh of her inner thigh. 

For a moment, Karen virtually forgot where she was. There was a flash that 
seemed to have erased the passage of years, and she found herself sitting 
back in the living/dining room of her family's beach home, her father 
showing home movies on the wall as her young friend, Johnny, began to work 
his hand up beneath her skirt and play with the sensitive skin of her 
thighs, and later, the most tender and forbidden flesh of her virgin little 
pussy itself. She felt now almost as she had then hopelessly confused, 
almost in a dream state of shock, and she didn't know what to do. Her heart 
was pounding furiously in her breast, her breath coming in strained hoarse 
gasps, and a little tingle darting through her loins was maddening. Then 
gradually, she wrenched her mind back to the present, jerking her head 
suddenly about to stare wide-eyed at the handsome young boy sitting too 
close beside her. 

"What . . . what are you doing?" she gasped in a trembling voice. 

"I . . . I don't know," Joe said, averting his eyes sheepishly. 

Completely baffled, Karen stared at the now nervous but obviously excited 
youngster for a moment longer, then slowly dropped her gaze down to her 
voluptuously contoured thighs, completely exposed by the skirt which Joe had 
worked all the way up the leg bands of her panties. And, as his finger 
brushed teasingly along one side of her inner thighs, an even more 
devastating shudder shook her body, again compelling her to turn and stare 
at the bold fourteen year old in shock and horror. 

Then she was even more amazed at his next awkward but nonetheless bold move. 

Before Karen had time to stop him, Joe leaned suddenly forward and kissed 
her full on the lips. The desire-maddened blonde was so astonished she 
didn't even have the presence of mind to close her mouth, and as Joe's 
tongue snaked eagerly between her lips, she could only moan softly in a 
spontaneous expression of her forbidden excitement. Then she gasped, turning 
her face suddenly away and drawing back in even greater surprise as Joe's 
finger stroked right up against the soft silk of her panties that hardly 
protected the already lewdly moistened slit of her pussy. 

"No!" the blonde English teacher gasped. "No, don't do that." 

"Please, Miss White," Joe begged. "I'm so excited. Craig's story got me so 
excited I can hardly stand it." 

"It excited me, too," Karen said without even thinking of the consequences 
of her remark. "But we can't do this. We just can't." 

For a moment, Joe hesitated, watching the sensuous' woman desperately. Then 
Karen almost cried out aloud as his fingers seized the tight crotch band of 
her panties and pulled it aside, nakedly exposing the little hair-lined slit 
of her pussy beneath. She groaned, her whole body trembling, as she felt his 
fingers brush softly through the thinly curling strands of hair that lined 
her moistened cunt lips. Then she sucked her breath in hoarsely as his 
finger worked slowly up the length of the sensitive slit to stroke teasingly 
over the tingling bud of her clitoris. 

The wantonly aroused English teacher could hardly even move. It had been a 
long time, much too long, since she had had a man, and there was a physical 
stirring in her body that was completely beyond control of her emotional or 
rational thought process. And that gnawing hunger was only intensified by 
the circumstances: the excitement she derived from reading Craig's thrilling 
pornographic short story; her association of today's bizarre development 
with the exciting episode from her past, her first real sexual experiences, 
in which she'd achieved the only real satisfaction she'd ever known in her 
life and maybe, most of all, the sheer depravity of the situation itself, 
the fact that it was taking place in her office at school, the fact that she 
as English teacher and Joe as a member of her freshman class were, by the 
nature of their relationship to each other, stepping so far beyond the 
bounds of decency in their lewd physical contact. But she knew somehow she 
had to stop herself. 

"Oh! Oh no!" Karen gasped, as Joe's finger stroked rapidly up and down over 
the throbbing hot bud of her clitoris. She squirmed her buttocks 
spontaneously in the seat of her swivel chair, her breasts heaving with her 
strained breathing as Joe began to part the warmly flanged lips of her pussy 
and worm his middle finger slowly up into the hot inner softness. 

Again Karen's mind flashed back to that night, which now seemed so long ago, 
when Johnny had felt her up as father was showing them home movies. And she 
knew that what was happening now in fact bore no real similarity to that. 
She and Johnny had both been innocent and naive. What they had done had 
been, for each of them, a venture into the unknown. Now she was a mature 
woman, and Joe Wilson, in spite of his young age, was demonstrating that he 
had considerable experience of his own. A part of her mind could not help 
but recognize the fact that this actually must have been planned, that he 
must have come here with Craig's story at least with the idea that he might 
make a pass at her. Her response to the story had been enough to convince 
him a pass had been worthwhile, and he had tried. But, even considering all 
this, there was that one factor, the fact that what she was letting him do 
to her, allowing him to explore the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs and 
the tender orifice of her cunt, was so forbidden, so wrong, that she 
couldn't help but compare it to that other forbidden adventure with Johnny 
so long ago. 

For a few minutes longer, Karen submitted without resistance as Joe 
continued to worm his finger gradually deeper into the clinging wet 
tightness of her cunt. It felt so good she could hardly stand it, and she 
had an overwhelming desire to completely forget herself, to yield herself up 
wholly to the gnawing lust that had permeated every inch of her flesh. She 
narrowed her eyes, gazing down with disbelief at the lewd sight of the boy's 
hand thrust up between her milk-white thighs, now completely exposed by the 
skirt that was worked up way above her panties, and even the softly-haired 
slit of her pussy obscenely revealed by the pulling aside of the tight 
elastic crotch band. She sucked her breath in hoarsely, gritting her teeth 
from the sheer raw sensation as Joe thrust his finger relentlessly deeper 
into the quivering cuntal passage. Then, in a flash of rationality, she 
comprehended the seriousness of what.she was doing and suddenly reached down 
and seized the young boy's wrist to jerk it forcibly away from between her 
thighs. 

"Ooooh!" the lust-crazed English teacher gasped, almost sobbing aloud from 
the raw frustration as she felt Joe's finger slip out from between the 
tingling lips of her cunt. She bit her lips, her whole body stiffening, and 
clasped her naked thighs tightly together as much in an effort to compensate 
for the deprivation of sensation as to protect herself. Then she lifted her 
watery eyes to stare deliriously at Joe's excited face. 

"Please, Miss White," the young boy begged, making it necessary for Karen to 
hold tightly to his hand to keep him from thrusting it back between her 
thighs. "Look, I've got a hard-on." 

A spontaneous gasp rose in the sensuous blonde's throat at that blunt 
remark, but she couldn't resist letting her gaze drop to Joe's lap, where 
she could clearly distinguish the unmistakable bulge of his hard penis 
swelling up in the crotch of his trousers. Somehow, the mere sight of it and 
the vivid mental picture she was able to conjure of the nakedly erect and 
throbbing cock that caused that bulge, almost transfixed Karen. She couldn't 
take her eyes away, and she again felt herself drifting into that dream 
state of lust-incited confusion and helplessness. 

Then her mind almost went blank at Joe's next and even bolder statement: 
"Here, Miss White. Feel it. Feel my hard-on." 

Karen whimpered in protest, but somehow she was unable to resist as Joe 
freed his hand from her grasp and in turn seized her wrist, drawing her hand 
slowly down toward his own thighs. At the same time, Joe slid his chair back 
several inches and turned sideways to face her, using his leg to pivot her 
swivel chair so in turn she was facing him. Then the perplexed English 
teacher started as if she had touched a hot coal as Joe placed her hand 
gently into contact with the throbbing hardness of his penis. But, try as 
she might, she was unable to draw her hand away, and after a moment, she 
ceased her efforts to resist completely. 

Her whole body trembling, Karen let her hand rest almost limply on the bulge 
of the young boy's trousers. She could feel the vibrant throbbing of the 
male hardness as it swelled up beneath them, feel it twitch and spring 
against her palm as Joe flexed it, and she knew, from the way the boy was 
breathing, he was every bit as excited as she was. 

Karen couldn't even imagine how she'd let herself get into this situation. 
She knew she should never have even consented to review Craig's story with 
Joe. Unjust as the grading might have been, she should have held fast and 
let the "F" remain. Later, when Joe had been so bold as to touch her knee, 
she should have made it very clear that she was not going to permit that 
sort of behavior. But the problem was that she had enjoyed it, just as she 
now enjoyed the lustful pulsing feel of his penis in her hand, its size and 
shape hardly concealed by the tight drawn Levi's that protected it. 

"Oh yes!" Joe gasped. "Yes, Miss White. Oh yes, that feels so good!" 

Karen hesitated for a moment, letting a nervous smile play around her lips. 
Then, in spite of herself, she submitted to the temptation to begin to 
stroke with her fingers up and down the length of the hard, straining 
cock-shaft. She felt the boy's penis surge up even larger and more rigid 
beneath her touch as Joe groaned deeply and guided and encouraged the 
movements of her hand. She was still acutely aware of the moisture of her 
own freely flowing vaginal juices moistening her panties, and now the 
beating of her heart and the quivers of desire in her loins were building to 
an unbearable crescendo. She wanted to touch Joe's cock, not like this, from 
the outside of his trousers and jockey shorts, but to touch the naked, 
resiliency stretched skin itself. She could almost imagine what it looked 
like, and she had an urgent need to make that vision in her mind's eye 
become real. But she couldn't. She just couldn't do anything like that. She 
was sure that even Joe, mature as he was, and bold as he was acting today, 
would balk if she tried to unzip his trousers and actually free his penis to 
her gaze. That would be simply out of the question, for her, the freshman 
class English teacher, to do something like that with one of her students. 

Then, as the young blonde gradually increased the stroking of her hands on 
the blood-hardened cock-shaft that tented Joe's trousers, the teenager 
reached with his free hand to touch the back of her neck and pull her face 
gently forward. At the same time, he leaned toward her and Karen felt a 
chill run down her spine as his lips again touched hers, and his tongue 
snaked greedily into her mouth. 

Somewhere far in the back of her mind, Karen realized that she would be in a 
terrible predicament if anyone happened to come into her office and caught 
her engaging in this kind of lewd behavior with one of her students, 
especially a member of the freshman class. It was too indecent for words, 
and an observer would have every reason to suspect that she actually 
intended to seduce the young boy. But even as that thought drifted through 
her mind, she also reminded herself that Joe had locked the door upon his 
arrival. So there was no danger of them being caught. And, as she realized 
that, she yielded to the temptation and responded eagerly to the teenager's 
experienced kisses, opening her mouth wide to suck hungrily at his tongue. 
At the same time she felt his other hand drop from her wrist, but she didn't 
even hesitate in her gentle stroking of his cock. Then she tensed as she 
realized what he wanted to do with that free hand. 

Even as Karen recoiled mentally from the fourteen year old's shocking move, 
her mind again seized hungrily upon the image that, moments ago, had flashed 
in her mind. Joe had released her wrist to enable himself to undo his own 
trousers, which he'd succeeded in doing before she'd even had a chance to 
protest, and in the same motion, he'd deftly freed the hard throbbing 
cock-shaft from his jockey shorts so that it suddenly protruded up freely 
from his fly. And Karen's hand, inadvertently, had come to rest right on the 
straining shaft of his naked young cock-flesh. 

"Oh no! No!" Karen moaned into the eager freshman's mouth, even as her 
fingers automatically entwined themselves around the rigidly surging 
hardness. An electric current seemed to exude from the naked cock into her 
sensitive fingertips, and from there to course swiftly through her whole 
desire-electrified body. She knew that she had let Joe go too far. She was 
aroused. There was no denying it, and if she didn't stop herself very 
quickly, she knew she was in great danger of doing something which she'd 
later regret terribly. But she could not resist the feel of the springing 
shaft of cock-flesh in her hand. It was so alive, so vibrant, so compelling, 
and she was rapidly losing her will to resist the gnawing lust welling deep 
up in her own loins and belly. 

"Oh yes, Miss White!" Joe groaned, shifting his lips from her mouth to her 
cheek and whispering softly into her ear. "Jack it off. Jack it off, Miss 
White. Just for a little bit." 

Her hand clinging motionlessly to her brazen student's upstanding 
cock-shaft, Karen felt Joe pull her even further forward in her chair 'till 
she was leaning over to press her breasts full against his chest. He stroked 
down from her neck along the sensitive area between her shoulder blades, 
pulling her tightly to him, his cock jerking in her hand as he flexed it 
again. 

"I can't do that," Karen gasped in a quivering voice. "I just can't. I 
can't." 

But even as she spoke, her hand began to move, seemingly of its own accord, 
drawing the taut-stretched skin of Joe's cock slowly up and down along the 
pulsating shaft to elicit further deep groans from his throat as he squirmed 
his chest even harder against her lust-swollen breasts. Then another chill 
darted down her spine as he flicked his tongue wetly over the sensitive lobe 
of her ear, and she felt the shaft of his cock seem to grow harder in her 
hand as she reluctantly did his bidding and began to masturbate slowly up 
and down on the hard throbbing rod of his flesh. 

For an extended moment, Karen continued to tease up and down his erect shaft 
with her fingers. She squirmed in her chair, her exposed thighs scissoring 
slowly open and closed, her breasts pressed tightly against Joe's chest and 
her face snuggled against his cheek. Then, groaning deeply, she gradually 
slackened the motions of her hand and, with a gentle pressure of her other 
hand on Joe's chest, managed to draw herself back from him. 

The sensuous blonde English teacher's breath was coming in heavily strained 
gasps, which caused her full breasts to rise and fall with visible rhythm. 
Her face was flushed red, her eyes glossed over with the desire surging 
through her breasts and loins. She felt feverish, her whole body on fire 
with the raging lust that had been unleashed between her legs. The tickling 
flow of the vaginal moisture on her inner thighs was almost driving her out 
of her mind. Her hand still clung tightly to Joe's naked cock-shaft, and as 
she let her gaze descend slowly toward it, the spontaneous thought that 
popped into her mind almost forced her to cry out aloud. 

Joe's cock was every bit as beckoning and inviting as she'd imagined. In 
fact, in some inexplicable way, she found it almost beautiful though she'd 
never thought in those terms about the male organ before. But now, this 
fourteen year old's naked penis fascinated her. A little droplet of seminal 
fluid glistened in the tiny slit at the tip of it. And Karen had the most 
profound, though completely inexplicable, desire to do something now she'd 
never even considered in her whole life. She wanted to lick it. 

She wanted to lick up that inviting little droplet of seminal fluid. She 
wanted to kiss the smooth round head of Joe's penis. She wanted to suck his 
cock. And as she contemplated that obscene idea, she unconsciously flicked 
her tongue from her mouth to moisten her voluptuous lips in a gesture that 
was unintentionally suggestive of that very act. 

Then the young English teacher was shattered at the freshman boy's next 
statement: "I know what you're thinking, Miss White." 

"Noooo!" Karen gasped. 

"You want to do what the soldier made the girl do in Craig's story before he 
took her cherry. You want to suck me." 

Karen could not help but wonder, as she lifted her eyes to stare in horror 
and shame at the young boy sitting before her, what the world was coming to. 
That a teenager of Joe's tender age should even know of the existence of 
such a sordid act as the one he mentioned was astonishing. Even though such 
an act had been vividly described in Craig's story, Karen had attributed 
that passage to mere adolescent fantasy. But she knew that Joe was dead 
serious. 

And the fact that he had been perceptive enough to see what she was 
contemplating made her feel only more vulnerable and helpless. Because she 
did want to do just that. Outrageous as it sounded, she really did want to 
suck him off. 

"Please, Miss White," Joe begged, again flexing his cock and causing it to 
twitch vibrantly in her fingers. "Nobody has ever done that for me before. 
Please do it." 

"I . . . I can't." 

"Why not?" 

Karen bit her lip, watching the boy in desperation. "I . . . I just can't. 
My gosh, Joe, you know we shouldn't even be here like this!" 

"But nobody will ever know about it but us." 

Karen dropped her gaze from Joe's face back down to the throbbing cock shaft 
still standing in fully exposed rigidity from out of the fly of his trousers 
bent slightly by the pressure of her hand which still squeezed tightly 
around it. Again she unconsciously wet her voluptuously inviting lips. Then 
she could hardly even believe her own remark: 

"You promise? You promise you're not ever to tell anyone?" 

"Yes, ma'am! I promise. I won't tell anybody." 

Karen didn't know when she'd felt so confused and helpless in her whole 
life. This was like a dream, and she should not have been the least 
surprised had she awoken the next instant to find that she'd merely fallen 
asleep at her desk thinking about Craig's short story. Never in her life had 
she let a man put his penis in her mouth. The very idea of submitting to 
such an obscene degradation had always repelled her. Yet, she realized now, 
she must have even in her abhorrence of the thought, held a secret 
fascination for it. And she was beginning to realize that she probably would 
have to do something for Joe whether she wanted to or not. She had already 
gotten him excited, and if she made him leave in this condition he might be 
angered enough to recount the episode to his classmates. Even though the 
powers at the school would probably discount his story if it reached them, 
suspicion would nonetheless be cast on Karen. And she didn't know if she 
would have the stamina to conceal her own guilt were questions of that 
nature raised about her. 

But beyond all that the fact remained: she wanted to suck Joe's cock. She 
wanted to feel it in her mouth, to taste it. And she wanted to make love to 
the fourteen year old boy, though she knew that even if she did contemplate 
the former, she could never allow herself to do that. 

For an indefinable time a silent battle waged in Karen's mind. Then she said 
in a croaking voice: 

"All right, Joe. Stand up and sit on the edge of the desk in front of me. 

"Yes ma'am!" said Joe, rising excitedly to his feet and taking his position 
on the edge of the desk, which placed his nakedly throbbing penis at about 
the level of Karen's voluptuous breasts. 

Karen felt Joe's body tremble from her touch as she resumed her light up and 
down skimming motion along the rigid shaft of his cock. She continued this 
for several moments, her own wanton anticipation building beyond her wildest 
dreams. And she could see that Joe was excited too. He looked as if he were 
about to go out of his mind, and she didn't doubt that he was telling the 
truth when he said he'd never had a woman suck him off before. She didn't 
think she'd ever seen a male so excited in her life, and that excitement was 
contagious. 

Then again the sensuous blonde English teacher decreased the up and down 
motions of her hand on the erect cock shaft, squeezing it softly, gazing at 
the glistening tip with glossed over, feverish eyes. She'd never felt this 
way in her life. She knew what she would do could have disastrous 
consequences, and the madness of it was only compounded by the fact that she 
was doing it right here in her office in the main class building of the 
school. But there was no stopping now. She'd promised Joe, and she knew she 
couldn't betray him. And anyway, she was determined to go through with the 
outrageous act, if for her own selfish masochistic motives as much as for 
anything else. 

Karen hesitated for a moment longer, relishing her anticipation, her own 
desire surging as wildly as Joe's. Then, parting her lips gently, she leaned 
her face slowly forward toward the trembling youngster's thighs, at the same 
time bending the thickly swollen shaft of his rigid cock downwards until it 
was pointed straight horizontally at her open mouth. 

Inches away from it, she paused again to breathe softly over the glistening 
little glans, her fingers resuming the gentle up and down skimming motion to 
prompt further excited flexings of the surging shaft. 

"Oh yes, Miss White!" Joe groaned excitedly. "Please suck it. Suck it now. I 
don't think I can wait any longer." 

Now Joe's blunt words excited Karen almost beyond control, and she flicked 
her tongue gingerly from her softly rounded lips, the saliva-wetted tip 
coming into sudden warm contact with the throbbing head of the eager 
teenager's twitching penis. She circled her tongue slowly over the hard 
rubbery flesh, hearing Joe's excited moans and feeling his hips twitch in 
response to the tantalizing sensation. The tip of her tongue found the 
little opening of the glans and darted wetly in to lick up the small drop of 
seminal fluid, its tangy taste serving only to stimulate her unnatural 
craving. Then her hand slipped softly to the base of the pulsing shaft as 
her lips parted to take just the tip of the engorged cockhead into the 
warmth and moisture of her mouth. 

With a soft gasp, Karen trailed her tongue slowly downward along the 
straining cock shaft, prompting a low guttural moan to issue from Joe's 
throat. Her fingers played gently through the thin curls of hair at the 
boy's open fly, venturing cautiously inward to caress the tightly stretched 
sac of his testicles as she moved her lips back up the shaft to plant moist 
kisses around the jerking tip, continuing to play and tease him but still 
refusing to actually take his penis into her mouth. She couldn't even 
believe she was doing this. The act was so debasing, so degrading, and the 
worst of it hadn't even begun yet. But, mingled with her masochistic 
response, was another kind of pleasure she derived from teasing a boy like 
this. She could feel his excitement building; and she knew the playful 
caresses of her lips and tongue were about to drive him out of his mind. An 
instant later that assumption was verified in no uncertain terms. 

"Ooohhh, Miss White!" Joe groaned suddenly. And as Karen made a soft purring 
sound, her lips again caressing his nakedly pulsating cock-head, Joe's hands 
dropped suddenly to her hair to hold her face against his loins as he jerked 
his hips eagerly forward, thrusting the full length of his hard throbbing 
cock clear to the back of his voluptuous English teacher's throat. 

Karen gulped in surprise, giving out with a muffled cry of mixed delight and 
protest at the shocking penetration of her lips. The invading penis almost 
choked her, but she took a wanton masochistic pleasure in Joe's display of 
aggression, surrendering her lips willingly as she felt the wildly 
palpitating cock-head crush into the voluptuous tenderness of her mouth and 
shove relentlessly all the way back along the length of her tongue. She 
closed her eyes, purring softly around the throbbing hardness, gasping to 
catch her breath. Then she began to suck in earnest. 

"Oh yes!" Joe grunted. "Come on, Miss White. That really feels good." 

Karen's mouth was completely filled by the obscenely throbbing hardness of 
the young boy's cock. She had never felt so violated or shamed in her life, 
and she didn't even know how she would ever be able to look at herself in 
the mirror afterwards with the knowledge of what she had done. But she 
couldn't deny the forbidden enjoyment she derived from submitting to this 
sordid act, and as Joe began to urge her to bob her head up and down between 
his legs, she complied more than willingly. 

As the scheming teenager groaned before her, hunching his hips in eager 
jerking motions on the desk, Karen surrendered her lips and mouth without 
reservation to the satisfaction of his raging lust. Again and again she felt 
the inflamed hardness shoving into her yielding mouth, the throbbing head 
ramming far to the back of her throat as Joe squirmed his loins against her 
face. She closed her eyes, whimpering softly, beginning to work her head up 
and down more swiftly in the bobbing movement against his loins, swishing 
her tongue in wild wet circles around the sensitively pulsing head on the 
upstroke and creating an eager suction with her lips and mouth as the 
massive shaft was plunged back toward her throat. 

Little by little, the normally reserved English teacher was beginning to 
shed her inhibitions. She was thrusting herself body and soul without 
restraint into the lewd task of sucking the youngster's cock, and she 
concentrated all her efforts on it, making soft gurgling sounds deep in her 
throat, yielding herself up totally for his pleasure. She sucked ravenously, 
the electric current of excitement surging through her body only increasing 
her willingness to submit. 

"Oh wow, Miss White!" she heard Joe exclaim. "That really feels good." 

Karen could feel the desire building through the youngster's body, 
manifested in the more violent jerks of his hips which drove the palpitating 
head of his cock deeper and harder into her mouth, prompting even more 
distant-sounding mewls of submission to drop from her lips around the 
saliva-slickened base of the engorged cock-shaft. She further intensified 
the frenzied bobbing of her own head, her body now leaned far over so that 
her breasts brushed against Joe's knees as she began to sway and undulate as 
she continued her lewd cock sucking. 

Then a shiver passed through Karen's body as she felt Joe drop his hands 
from her hair and reach down beneath her arms to begin to caress and massage 
her fully swollen mounds of breasts from the outside of her blouse and 
brassiere. She moaned softly, the friction on the brassiere cup causing the 
little buds of her nipples to grow instantly to tingling rigidity. Her own 
body was really coming to life now. Every inch of her voluptuously tingling 
flesh was demanding contact, sensation, a physical reward in exchange for 
the offering up of her mouth to Joe's lustful exploitation. And she knew 
that, wrong as it might be, she had to demand that reward. 

With a sudden deep whimper, Karen raised her head, letting Joe's hard 
throbbing cock slip lightly from her mouth. Her face flushed as she gazed up 
pleadingly at the young boy, who looked back at her in surprise and 
disappointment. 

"Touch me too, Joe," she said in a cracking voice. "Please . . . play with 
my pussy." 

Karen knew it was the least she could ask. The way she felt right now she 
thought she would sacrifice anything, everything, to actually have sexual 
intercourse with this young boy whose cock had so violated her mouth and so 
titillated her in the process. But she knew she couldn't do that. She could 
let anything happen now that she had begun, except that. She might even have 
to let Joe climax right there in her mouth. She knew she couldn't leave him 
hanging, but if she yielded to the temptation to have sexual intercourse 
with him she would be committing a wrong for which she could never forgive 
herself, and for which she could never expect forgiveness from anyone else 
even Joe. 

Karen groaned, her eyes descending briefly to the naked penis looming up so 
close to her face down to the softly exposed flesh of her own sensuous 
thighs, still completely revealed by her skirt which remained hiked far up 
toward her panties. Then again she lifted her eyes to the lust contorted 
face of the young boy sitting before her on her desk. She watched him 
desperately, her eyes pleading, her body crying out for the compensation her 
lust so demanded. Then, as 

Joe extended his right hand back down toward her exposed thighs, she dropped 
her lips gently back to his rigidly protruding cock-head, her tongue swiping 
softly over the smoothly rounded tip, further mewls of submission and 
longing issuing from deep in her throat as Joe quivered and jerked his 
buttocks forward to drive the resilient shaft of his penis back deep into 
her mouth. Then a shudder shook her whole body as her student leaned far 
over, contorting his body so that even as she continued to suck his cock he 
was able to reach down and touch the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh and 
move his fingers once more up toward the hardly protected flesh of her 
hair-lined cunt. 

She was still almost completely naked below the waist, with only the sheer 
panties to protect the sensitive orifice between her thighs, and her almost 
complete vulnerability to the young boy further stimulated her now 
uncontrollable passion. Her wantonly submissive mewling around his urgently 
thrusting cock-shaft intensified, and she resumed her fervent sucking with 
an even greater eagerness as she felt his index finger flick shockingly up 
inside the tight leg band of her panties to brush teasingly into the softly 
curling strands of blonde hair that adorned her pulsating little pussy slit. 

Then suddenly a muffled wail issued from deep in Karen's throat as she felt 
the first shattering contact of the young boy's finger on the rigidly 
throbbing bud of her clitoris. She couldn't remember when she'd experienced 
such an exquisite sensation, and the very perversions of the nature of this 
encounter were exciting for her; it was an excitement of the kind she hadn't 
known since that other forbidden encounter so long ago which had led to the 
loss of her virginity. And though it almost gagged her, she shoved her face 
forward to bury her nose even deeper in Joe's loins and take for the first 
time the full length of his blood-engorged teenage cock in her mouth. 

Karen moaned, every inch of her softly trembling flesh ignited to a fiery 
passion from the masochistic thrill of sucking the young boy off and the 
devastating sensation as his hands began to explore even more boldly the 
soft moist warmth of her pussy. Her tongue swiped softly about the smooth 
bulbous tip of his cock, as he jerked his hips upwards from the edge of the 
table to drive the resilient shaft relentlessly in and out between her 
ovaled red lips. 

Then Karen groaned aloud, shattered by terrible premonitions as she felt Joe 
suddenly stiffen beneath her. 

"Uh-oh, Miss White!" the youngster gasped, his cock seeming to throb even 
larger in her mouth. "I'm going to cum, Miss White. I can't help it, I just 
can't hold it any longer. It feels too good!" 

Karen realized that this time she had gone too far. She was so excited she 
could hardly stand it. She felt that if she didn't have a release from the 
consuming desire raging completely out of control through her lust-tortured 
loins, she would die. And she knew that there was only one way to attain 
that release. She had to make love. She had to break the vow she'd made to 
herself only moments ago. She had to have young Joe's cock inside her. She 
had to be fucked. 

And he was going to cum. If she didn't stop sucking him right now, he was 
going to cum in her mouth. 

"I can't hold it," the youngster gasped, suddenly arching his hips upward 
again to drive the palpitating shaft of his cock even deeper into the 
sex-starved English teacher's throat. 

With a desperate sob, Karen opened her lips wide and drew her head backward 
to let the jerking cock slip from her mouth. She heard the youngster's deep 
grunt of frustration and agony, and lifted her face to gaze at him 
pleadingly with her watering eyes. She knew what she was about to do was 
inexcusable. But she knew also that she was beyond stopping herself. It was 
inevitable now, as inevitable as the changing seasons. 

"No, Joe," Karen said in a cracking voice. 

"Don't cum. Wait and cum inside me. Inside my pussy." 

The young boy's eyes bugged wide at hearing those blunt words from the sexy 
blonde English teacher. But Karen could see he was thrilled at the prospect 
of actually fucking her. She knew it would be a considerable triumph for him 
to succeed in the seduction of one of his teachers, one of his superiors at 
the school. And she knew that if she yielded to her passion and actually had 
sexual intercourse with this eager teenager, she would undoubtedly 
relinquish forever her authority over him in the classroom. But now even 
that didn't matter to Karen. She had to be fucked, and she had to be fucked 
right now! 

"But . . . but where are we going to do it, Miss White?" Joe asked, his own 
voice quivering with his excitement. 

Karen glanced desperately about the room, then reached down to seize the hem 
of her panties and begin to work them down off her ripely rounded buttocks. 

"Right," Joe said anxiously, withdrawing his hand from between the sensuous 
blonde's thighs, and beginning to undo the buckle of his belt and pull his 
own trousers and jockey shorts off. Her whole body trembling with her 
unquenched desire, Karen stood up from her chair and moved around behind 
him. Watching Joe with undeniable passion, she dropped to her knees, then 
reclined slowly onto her back, her breasts visibly rising and falling with 
her strained breathing as she waited for him. 

The excited teenager wet his lips with his tongue, holding his trousers just 
above his knees as he dropped his feet to the floor, and walked around the 
chair to stand before the prone, surrendered body of the sensuous blonde 
English teacher. He hadn't really believed anything would result from his 
coming here to her office today. He'd done it as much as anything else as a 
joke. He just wanted to see if he could persuade her to read Craig's story 
in his presence so he could watch her reaction. He'd been astonished when he 
succeeded in forcing her to play with his cock, flabbergasted when she'd 
begun to suck it. And now he was going to fuck her! He was going to fuck the 
freshman class English teacher, and he knew that after that triumph his 
reputation as the school stud would be more than secure. 

"Come on, Joe," Karen said in a trembling voice, extending one of her arms 
upward in invitation. Her skirt was hiked up completely around her waist, so 
high that even the inviting little indentation of her navel was visible. Her 
panties lay on the floor beneath her swivel chair. From the waist down she 
was completely naked, her thighs slightly parted to reveal the lewdly 
moistened little slit of her pussy, nestled so invitingly in the soft curls 
of her blonde cuntal hair. Then Joe took a deep breath and, his naked cock 
twitching and throbbing as if with an excitement and lust of its own, 
dropped slowly to his knees in between the English teacher's parted thighs. 

Karen felt a deep welling of satisfaction and anticipation in her breast as 
Joe lowered his body slowly over hers. She shivered at the first contact of 
his hard throbbing cock brushing up along the sensitive flesh of her inner 
thighs, her buttocks jerking spontaneously as the youngster let the weight 
of his chest sag upon her voluptuously mounded breasts. It had been so long. 
It had been so long since she'd been fucked, and it seemed she'd almost 
forgotten what it felt like. But she had to have it now. No matter what the 
consequences might be later, she had to have Joe's penis inside her. 

Joe twitched as he felt the young blonde woman reach down to again seize the 
already lust-tortured shaft of his penis, guiding it slowly upward between 
her thighs toward the invitingly little slit of her pussy. He didn't think 
he'd ever seen a woman so hot in his life. Miss White was really going out 
of her mind. She wanted him in her as quickly as possible. And the way he 
felt now that couldn't be any too soon. 

Gasping for breath, Joe lunged eagerly forward. Then suddenly he felt the 
blonde 

English teacher stiffen beneath him. 

"Take it easy, Joe," Karen purred softly into the young boy's ear. "It's 
been a long time. Enter me gently." 

Swallowing hard, Joe tried to regain control over his rapidly crescendoing 
desire. He shuddered as he felt the hot sensitive tip of his penis brush 
into the moistly curling strands of hair that fringed Miss White's cunt. 
Then he felt her thighs clamp tightly shut beneath his loins, and he raised 
his head to stare down in surprise at her strained face. 

"No!" Karen gasped. "I . . . I can't do it." Karen sucked her breath in 
hoarsely, her whole body shuddered as the urgent inner battle was waged in 
her mind. A moment ago she had been ready, ready despite everything. Then, 
at that first crucial contact of the pulsing head of Joe's youthful cock 
pressing right up against the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, something 
drove home in her mind the seriousness of the act she was about to commit. 
And she had frozen. But she knew, hopeless as the idea made her feel, that 
she still couldn't resist. For a moment longer she held her thighs clenched 
tightly shut, the soft warm flesh caressing the throbbing cock that was 
thrust up between them. Then she sighed, a soft smile playing on her lips. 
"Yes I can. Yes I can, Joe. Come on and fuck me." 

That did it. Miss White's hungry sucking of Joe's cock had destroyed his 
control. He had never had a woman use her mouth on him in his life. And it 
had been like nothing he'd ever experienced. If she hadn't stopped sucking 
him when she did, he thought he would have shot off right in her mouth. And 
now the proximity of his penis to the warmly inviting softness of her pussy 
was more than he could stand. 

With a gasp Joe tried to hold back. But it was hopeless. As he stiffened 
upon Miss White's half-naked, urgently writhing body, he felt his cock seem 
to twitch even larger. Then the dam burst and his hot load of impetuous cum 
began to spray in thick searing droplets which splattered wetly on the 
sensitive flesh of the sexy young English teacher's naked inner thighs and 
into the softly curling hair that adorned the lips of her still unviolated 
cunt. 

Even as he ejaculated, Joe desperately tried to insert the pulsing head of 
his cock into the tight little orifice of Miss White's vagina. But it was 
hopeless. There wasn't enough time, and as the last few drops of cum oozed 
feebly from the tiny little glans at the tip of his penis, Joe felt his 
spent cock begin slowly to deflate. Sighing, he raised his head, looking 
down in shame and embarrassment, at the still lust-contorted face of the 
sensuous blonde teacher. 

"I'm sorry, Miss White. I couldn't help it." 

Miss White said nothing. She merely stared at Joe contemptuously for a 
moment, then shook her head. 

"It'll get up again in a minute," he said. "I promise. I can always raise a 
second hard-on if the girl will give a little help." 

"No," his English teacher said in a firm voice filled with resentment and 
bitterness. "Just get out of here. Just get out of here, Joe Wilson, and 
don't ever come back." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Joe paused at the steps that led up to the entrance of the Quad, staring 
with disgust down at the ground. "Goddman it," he muttered under his breath. 
He'd been so close. He'd been on the verge of sticking his cock right up 
into Miss White's vagina, and had really been ready to fuck her. If he could 
have just held off for a minute longer, just until he'd gotten it in. Then 
even if he had shot off he'd have kept on fucking her. Pretty soon he would 
have had a hard-on again. And he knew that if a man satisfied a woman like 
that, a woman capable of getting as hot as Miss White had today, he would be 
able to fuck her any time he wanted to. 

Now, Joe knew, he would probably never get another chance. He'd never 
encountered the kind of scorn Miss White had shown for him after he'd 
prematurely ejaculated between her thighs instead of into her pussy. He knew 
he'd lost out. The only thing he had to show for his visit was that as he 
had been going out the door he asked her about Craig's story and she 
absently said she would change the "F" to an "A", because of its literary 
merit. That was what he had primarily gone up to her office to achieve. But 
it seemed scarcely consoling now. 

Joe shook his head, sighing tiredly, and started up the steps and through 
the doors into the quad. He ascended the stairs to the second floor, and 
continued, dragging his feet, down the hall toward his room. Then he paused 
outside the door to Craig's room as he heard a loud burst of laughter from 
inside. 

Joe hesitated for a moment before he opened the door and stepped in. Craig 
was seated cross-legged on his bunk, the xerox copy of his short story 
spread out before him. He was smoking a cigarette, which was something Joe 
had never before seen him do. Surrounding him were Bobby Carter and three 
other boys, all of whom had apparently read and enjoyed the story. 

"Well, how'd it go at Miss White's office?" Bobby asked, looking up at Joe 
expectantly. 

Joe hesitated. There was nothing in the world he would enjoy more than 
telling these boys about the school English teacher sucking his cock. But 
there was one drawback. If he admitted what happened afterwards, that he had 
lost control and shot off before he could stick it into her, he would lose 
his reputation as the stud of the freshman class. And that hard-earned 
reputation was based not on idle bragging, but genuine conquests. Joe had 
already been to bed with four girls in his life, two of them sophomores. He 
wasn't going to he and say that he'd fucked Miss White when he hadn't really 
done it. Besides that, even knowing it was hopeless, Joe really wanted the 
chance to try again. Telling these kids what Miss White had done would not 
be a very good strategy toward that goal. 

"Oh, it went pretty good, I guess," Joe said at last, shrugging. 

"I don't even care about the 'F' anymore," Craig said. The studious-looking 
youngster took another drag of his cigarette, coughed, and grinned 
sheepishly. "Maybe Miss White didn't like it, but all these guys have read 
it and they did. That's more important, really." 

Joe grinned. "Miss White liked it too. We read it again in her office. I 
told her it was better than Wuthering Heights, and I think she agreed with 
me. Just before I left she changed the 'F' to an 'A'. " 

"An 'A'? " Craig asked, his eyes widening. "So I guess I will be able to 
keep my perfect grade record!" He hesitated for a moment, then continued: 
"Hey, yeah, that's really great. Let me see it." 

"Oh, I ran into Jimmy Mitchell on the way back from the office. He said he 
wanted to read the story and as you promised to let him have the original 
since Bobby had the copy, I went ahead and gave it to him." 

"Fine," Craig said. 

"Well, it's a hell of a good story anyway," Joe said. "Hey, hasn't anybody 
got another cigarette?" 

Bobby Carter took a crumpled pack from his pocket and extended a cigarette 
toward Joe. He was about to take it when they heard a soft rap on the door. 

"Who is it?" asked Craig. 

"Jimmy." 

Joe turned to open the door. Framed in it was Jimmy Mitchell, to whom he'd 
lent the original copy of Craig's story, less than fifteen minutes ago. The 
young boy's face was ghostly white. 

"What the hell's the matter?" Joe asked, frowning. 

Jimmy stepped inside. He hesitated, then shook his head and said shamefully: 
"I was reading Craig's story in the library. Miss Markham, the librarian, 
started reading over my shoulder. I didn't even know she was there until she 
reached down and grabbed it out of my hands." He paused. "She said she was 
taking it straight to Superintendent Dirks." 

"Oh shit," Joe muttered softly. 

* * * 

Karen felt terrible. She'd hardly slept at all last night. She'd been 
haunted by yesterday's degrading incident at her office with Joe Wilson. She 
couldn't believe now that she had done what she had, that she had sucked his 
penis and that, had it not been for his premature ejaculation, she would 
have let him have sexual intercourse with her. Karen knew there could never 
be an excuse for what she'd done. And she felt she would bear a burden of 
remorse for her actions as long as she lived. Yet almost equal to her guilt 
was another at least equally disturbing problem: the gnawing lust that had 
prompted her perverted actions remained with her, profound as ever. 

Exhausted from her lack of sleep, Karen made her way down the hall of the 
second floor of the main class building toward her office. She had an almost 
unbearable dread of having to face her class today, particularly the 
freshman English class of which Joe Wilson was a member. She didn't know how 
she would even be able to look him in the eye, knowing what he knew about 
her and bound also to the realization that he might have related yesterday's 
event to some of his fellow students. Karen knew that if her actions came to 
light she would be in serious trouble. 

The sensuous blonde, who still looked lovely despite her trying night, 
nervously unlocked the door to her office and then stepped inside. She felt 
she had returned to the scene of the crime, for a brief moment she had the 
inclination to flee, but not only the office, the school, her job, the city 
itself. Then she was startled by the rude jangling of the telephone. 

"Hello, Karen White," the nervous young woman said in a near-cracked voice. 

She waited silently for a moment, then her face blanched as she heard the 
voice at the other end of the line: "Hello, Karen. Amy here. Superintendent 
Dirkson would like to see you in his office immediately." 

"Yes . . . all right," Karen answered almost in a whisper, placing the 
receiver lightly back on the hook. 

Superintendent Dirkson had found out about what happened yesterday between 
her and Joe. That was the first explanation that came to Karen's mind, and 
with it, sheer panic. But at second thought she realized she could be 
jumping to conclusions. It was, after all, not that uncommon for her to be 
summoned to the superintendent's office. Though he was an able school 
administrator, Karen had always found the fifty year old superintendent of 
the school somewhat creepy. She was uncomfortable around him. She didn't 
like the way she often caught him looking at her. And it did seem that he 
summoned her to the office with inordinate frequency, and on the slightest 
of pretexts. 

But the possibility that Karen's worst fear was well-founded still remained, 
and she didn't know how she could possibly face Superintendent Dirkson if by 
some means or other he had found out what had happened here in her office 
yesterday. Already flagellated near the breaking point by her own pangs of 
conscience, Karen knew she would not have the fortitude to defend her 
actions before her superior if yesterday's episode was the reason for him 
calling her over to the office. And she had the sudden temptation to 
actually go through with what she'd considered a moment ago to flee, leave 
here and never return and just hope that somehow and someday she would be 
able to escape from the memory of what had happened here. 

But she really had no place to go. It was the middle of the term, and Karen 
knew it would be difficult to find another appointment before next 
September, or summer school at the soonest. It was still a week till pay day 
and she would have only her meager savings to fall back on. It was enough 
money to live until September, but an amount hardly sufficient to give her 
the sense of security she had need of. 

After another moment's consideration, Karen hit upon a compromise. She would 
report to the superintendent's office as requested, and if she was 
confronted, when she got there, with what had happened here yesterday, she 
would just leave immediately, without bothering to defend herself, without 
even making arrangements to pick up this month's pay. But if she had been 
summoned on another matter, she would pretend nothing had happened. And she 
would keep her fingers crossed, trusting that Joe Wilson would be ashamed 
enough of his own failure to keep what had happened a secret. 

With a sigh Karen hooked her purse strap over her arm, briefly checked the 
mail in her box, then locked the door and made her way downstairs to the 
Superintendent's office. As she stepped into the reception room, she was 
momentarily buffered by the warm smile with which Amy, the Superintendent's 
secretary, greeted her. Then her heart almost leapt to her throat as the 
pleasant woman spoke. "Go on in, Karen. They're waiting for you." 

They? The plural pronoun was like a flash of lightning in Karen's mind. 
They: Joe Wilson and Superintendent Dirkson. But Karen realized again that 
she might be jumping to conclusions. For all she knew, Superintendent 
Dirkson had called a meeting of the four English teachers who worked at the 
school. Yet, even so, she didn't have the courage to ask Amy who it was she 
was referring to. Instead, she walked stiffly past the secretary's desk, and 
opened the door which led to the superintendent's office. 

Then Karen's heart almost skipped a beat. Seated across from the school's 
top administrator was not Joe Wilson, as she had feared, but Craig Martin. 
Spread out on the desk before the superintendent was Craig's short story, 
the "A" Karen had awarded it yesterday appearing in bright red on the cover 
sheet, and the "F" crossed out. 

Karen stared in stunned silence at the manuscript for a moment, then glanced 
pleadingly at Craig, who looked up sheepishly at her, visibly squirming with 
discomfort. Then the apprehensive blonde shifted her attention slowly to the 
Superintendent, and she realized immediately that, though her worst fears 
had not been realized, this was still not going to be easy for her. The 
superintendent's face was a mask of sternness, but Karen could see from the 
twinkle in his eyes that he was secretly gloating. The way he was looking at 
her almost made her skin crawl, and she knew that behind his hypocritical 
piety was a lechery of the basest sort. 

"Miss White!" Dirkson said at last, rising momentarily and quickly resuming 
his seat. "So nice of you to come. If you'd please sit down, I have a little 
literary question I'd like to discuss with you and Craig." 

"Yes sir," Karen said softly, trying to control her voice. She cast another 
helpless glance at Craig, then took a seat beside the nervous youngster. 

"Now I suppose you must have guessed why I called you here?" the 
superintendent asked. "Yes, I have." 

"Miss Markham, our able librarian, found one of your students, Jimmy 
Mitchell, reading this epic piece of pornography in the library yesterday. 
She was kind enough to seize it and bring it to me, and I read it last 
night. I found it absolutely stunning." The superintendent paused, then 
added: "That is, the fact that you saw fit to award this piece of filth an 
'A'. " Superintendent Dirkson smiled shrewdly. "I wonder if you have an 
explanation?" 

Karen hesitated, acutely aware of Craig's eyes on her as she tried to decide 
how to begin to explain her position on the obviously pornographic, but 
well-written story. Now the arguments eluded her, or collapsed in her mind. 
Yesterday it had all seemed different. The fact that the story was 
well-written, that it did have a cutting social significance, seemed to 
validate the pornography. But yesterday she'd been in a virtual dream state 
herself. The emotional condition in which she had agreed to change the grade 
from "F" to "A" had been the same emotional condition under which she had 
eventually submitted to the temptation to suck Joe Wilson's penis and had 
invited him to have sexual intercourse with her. Now everything had changed. 
Though her lust was still unquenched, she was burdened with remorse. The 
story had somehow led to her own downfall and she couldn't defend it. She 
didn't know how. 

"Was it your intention, by awarding this story an 'A', Miss White, to set it 
as an example to the rest of the class?" 

Karen shook her head. "No. Of course not." 

"Did you find the material interesting, appealing, exciting?" 

Karen lifted her eyes slowly, but she was hardly able to meet the 
superintendent's leering gaze. At last she shook her head. "No." 

"Is it your intention to encourage Craig? I mean in this kind of writing? 
Are you considering perhaps that if he wants to make money as a writer, he 
should begin very soon learning the craft that seems to make the most money 
in that field?" 

"No!" Karen gasped, now almost in tears. 

"Then why did you give this story an 'A'? " 

Karen bit her lips, again shaking her head, staring shamefully down at her 
own lap and the outline of her shapely thighs revealed by her modest, loose 
skirt. "I don't know. I don't know why I gave it an 'A'. " 

"Are you going to allow the 'A' to remain?" 

"No. I'll let you be the judge of the grade and make the correction in my 
book as you advise." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Craig Martin trudged gloomily down the hall toward the room where the 
freshman English class was held, lugging his books as if they were an 
overbearing burden. He walked slowly through the door of the already 
half-filled classroom and made his way to his seat behind Joe Wilson. Joe 
and Bobby Carter were already in their places, watching him expectantly. 

"What happened?" Joe asked. 

Craig put his books down on the top of the desk and flopped down into his 
seat. "She changed the "A" back to an "F". My perfect record's screwed up 
after all. And Superintendent Dirkson has assigned me to do a ten 
thousand-word report on the growth of the American highway system." 

"Ten thousand words?" asked Bobby. "How many pages is that?" 

"It's about fifty pages of longhand," Craig said. "I've got a week to do it, 
and he wants it well-researched. He says he's familiar with the subject, 
which means I probably won't get any other writing done. And I was starting 
another short story too." 

"What about Miss White?" asked Joe. 

"What about her?" 

"I mean," Joe began, "what did she say?" 

Craig shook his head. "She didn't say anything at all. She just looked 
embarrassed. She told Superintendent Dirkson she would give the story 
whatever grade he felt it merited. He said it merited an "F", and after 
thinking it over for two seconds, she said she agreed." 

"She sure changes her mind fast, doesn't she?" asked Bobby. 

Joe was about to answer when Amy Sinclair, Superintendent Dirkson's 
secretary, appeared in the doorway of the classroom. 

"Could I have your attention?" the buxom woman announced loudly. She waited 
a moment until the conversation in the room died down, then stated: "I'm 
sorry to inform you that Miss White has reported ill. Today's class will be 
excused, and you'll use it as a study period in the library. Now if you'll 
all come with me, please." 

"I've got an idea," Joe said, rising. "Look, Craig. How would you like to 
get a real piece of ass?" 

Craig, who'd also risen and been in the process of picking up his books, 
almost dropped the whole lot of them. He stared at Joe with shock, almost 
fear in his wide eyes. "Get a piece of ass? Me?" 

"Sure. It happens to nearly everybody sooner or later and I think this may 
be your chance." 

"But who'd wanta lay me?" Craig asked, astonished. 

Joe, leading the way, the three boys started back up the aisle toward the 
door of the classroom. But he slowed his pace, allowing the rest of the 
class to draw a short distance ahead of them before he turned back to Craig. 

"Miss White." 

Craig stared at the taller teenager with disbelief. "Miss White?" 

"Don't you think she's good-looking?" 

"I think she's one of the best looking women I ever saw," said Craig. "But 
she wouldn't let me get anywhere near her. Especially after what's happened 
now." 

"Don't kid yourself. That "F" is your big break. Unless you're scared to 
try." 

"I'm not scared," Craig said nervously. 

"Then go to her place after school today. Take your short story. Ask her why 
she didn'-t help you. Play on her guilt, and when you think the time is 
right, make a pass at her." 

"But.. . " 

"But nothing," snapped Joe. "I know women. And I know Miss White got excited 
as hell from your story. I watched her read it." 

* * * 

Karen had just stepped out of the shower and was drying off her voluptuous 
body when she heard the doorbell ring. She felt an instant trepidation at 
the prospect of being visited by anyone, the way she felt now, yet at the 
same time a curiosity made it imperative to answer it. After the 
embarrassing ordeal at Superintendent Dirkson's office, Karen had realized 
she couldn't conceivably face the freshman class and Joe Wilson, not to 
mention Craig Martin, whom she'd betrayed by her unwillingness to defend the 
position even she had come to assume, regarding his short story. She'd 
lounged about her apartment all day long, knowing that her unwillingness to 
confront her students today was only going to make it more difficult to face 
them tomorrow. Now she'd decided to slip out to a movie in the hope that 
might offer her at least a vicarious escape from her troubles. But she had 
to see who it was at the door; otherwise she would worry about it all night. 

Taking unconscious note of the softly inviting curves of her sensuous body 
reflected in the full length bathroom mirror, Karen quickly threw a light 
bathrobe over her shoulders, and pulled it protectively together over her 
breasts and thighs at the front, tying the sash tightly. The bell sounded 
again and she made her way quickly out and across the living room to the 
foyer and opened the front door. It was Craig Martin. 

Karen felt her heart pounding in her breast as she regarded the small, 
studious-looking figure of the boy who stood in her doorway. She had really 
let him down today. She had an obligation to defend her actions in deciding, 
whatever the circumstances behind that decision might have been, to change 
the "F" grade to an "A". Craig deserved that much. He was her best student, 
and she'd always had a lot of faith in him. And he had trusted her, trusted 
her enough to submit to her a story that, though not without merit, was 
certainly controversial for a freshman in the English class. And Karen had 
failed that trust. 

"Hello . . . Craig," the sensuous blonde woman said after a moment's 
silence, trying to manage a smile. "Would you . . . like to come in?" 

The young boy lifted his eyes slowly, looking nervously at Karen's face, 
then letting his gaze drift ever so fleetingly down the length of her 
voluptuously curved body, outlined teasingly in the loose fitting bathrobe. 
"Yes, ma'am." 

Karen stepped back from the door, then turned and led the hesitant youngster 
through the foyer and into the small, neatly kept living room. "What.. . 
what brings you around?" she asked, then smiled faintly. "I guess I don't 
have to ask that." 

Craig hesitated. "I thought you were ill." 

Karen turned slowly to face the cute bespectacled youngster. Now she did 
manage a genuine smile. "Did you really?" 

"No, ma'am," Craig said, shaking his head. He placed the notebook he had 
held under his arm on the coffee table before the couch, and looking up 
hesitantly said, "I don't blame you for what happened today at the office. I 
know you couldn't be expected to defend a story like that before 
Superintendent Dirkson. But I wanted to find out, confidentially, what you 
really thought about it." 

"Oh Craig," Karen almost sobbed, all her affection for the youngster who 
during the course of this term had become her favorite student in the whole 
school welling up suddenly in her breast. "I did wrong today. I should have 
stood up for your story, in spite of everything. I had changed the grade to 
an "A" and I should have stood by that." 

"You mean, you did like it?" 

Karen bit her lip. "I thought it was.. . I thought it was very well-handled. 
I'm not happy to receive that kind of material in my class, for reasons 
which I think you can understand. But I like the way you write. I should 
have at least pointed that out to Superintendent Dirkson." 

"Do you like me?" 

"What?" 

Craig swallowed hard. "Do you like me? I mean, do you think I'm handsome or 
cute or . . . or whatever.. . " His voice faded and he looked nervously down 
at the floor. 

Karen couldn't resist. Hardly even thinking of what she was doing, she 
stepped suddenly forward, putting her arms around Craig's neck and, pulling 
his face forward to snuggle it warmly against her full, soft breasts. She 
ran her fingers eagerly through his hair, a warmth swelling through her as 
she crushed his face to the softness of the two voluptuous mounds, scarcely 
protected by the thin housecoat she wore. With everything that she had been 
through the last couple of days, Karen had hardly realized how much she 
missed the relationship she had come, over the course of the semester, to 
enjoy with Craig. And the fact that after the way she had betrayed him today 
in Superintendent Dirkson's office he still could care what she thought 
about him, care whether or not she liked him, made her almost want to cry 
with joy. 

For an extended period of time, Karen held tightly to the frail youngster, 
swaying slightly on her feet, her own breath hastening in response to the 
intensity of her feelings. It was only later, as she felt one of Craig's 
trembling hands move up beneath her arm to begin caressing and massaging the 
side of the vibrantly swollen mounds of her breasts, that she realized the 
inference Craig had drawn from what in her mind had been a purely innocent 
gesture of affection. 

As for Craig, he was so scared that he could hardly breathe. But he'd let 
Joe Wilson talk him into coming here tonight, and he'd agreed to try to make 
a pass at Miss White. And that was something he'd never done in his life. He 
was scared of girls his own age, and the mere thought of trying something 
like this with Miss White seemed virtually beyond conception. But he 
couldn't deny, astonishing as it seemed, that the English teacher had 
offered him an opening. And he knew that if he passed it up he'd regret it 
for years to come. 

Karen stiffened, paralyzed to immobility by Craig's sudden shocking move. 
She sucked her breath in hoarsely, an involuntary shiver coursing through 
her flesh as she felt his hand crush softly down against the ripe firmness 
of one of her sensitive breasts. Then she gasped aloud as Craig turned his 
head slightly and suddenly covered his mouth over the already hard swollen 
little bud of her nipple, protruding rigidly against the thin material of 
her robe. A tingle darted up her spine from the sudden titillating contact, 
and she felt an instant fluttering in her loins from the tantalizing 
sensation. 

"Oooooh," Karen moaned spontaneously. "Oh please, Craig. Don't do that. 
Please." 

In spite of his inexperience, Craig sensed that Miss White was getting 
excited. And he knew that now he had nothing to lose. He'd already made his 
move. He might as well follow through to the end or until she forcibly 
stopped him. Sucking hungrily on the hard swollen bud of the excited English 
teacher's nipple from the outside of her flimsy housecoat, he dropped his 
hand down from beneath her arm, running it slowly down her side to suddenly 
seize the firmness of one of her full-fleshed buttocks, just as the soldier 
had in his short story, and pulled her loins tightly to his. Then, feeling 
his penis twitch urgently in his trousers, the frightened youngster shoved 
his hips forward, pressing the throbbing hardness of his small young cock 
eagerly up between her thighs. 

For a moment Karen was too dazed to even think. She might have expected this 
kind of advance from some of the students, but not from Craig. Even 
considering the fact that he'd had the audacity to submit and write that 
pornographic short story, she'd never have thought that he would make so 
bold a play as this. 

Then suddenly, it occurred to the young teacher what must have happened. 

Karen groaned, unable to deny the surge of forbidden pleasure which welled 
through her loins at the hard contact of Craig's erect penis, tenting up in 
his trousers to press threateningly against the tender softness of her 
hardly protected loins. And as the explanation of Craig's motivation finally 
became clear in her mind, she felt a sinking in her breasts, a sudden and 
profound sense of despair. Her legs almost went weak, her body limp. Then, 
with a deep groan, she reached down to seize the young boy's hand and jerk 
it away from her ripely rounded buttocks, at the same time desperately 
pushing his face from her breast and drawing back away from him. 

"He told you, didn't he?" she gasped, staring wide-eyed at the surprised and 
excited teenager. 

"What?" 

"Joe told you what happened at my office yesterday! He told you how we 
almost made . . . love?" Karen's voice had trailed off slowly. The 
significance of the stunned look on Craig's face had registered in her mind 
as she spoke, but it had not registered quickly enough to stop her from 
saying what she had. It was only as she added the word "love", as an 
afterthought, that it became apparent to her that Craig hadn't known about 
her and Joe. And now she had told him. She had unwittingly given herself 
away. 

"Oh my God," Karen said in a whisper. "You didn't know, did you?" 

"No," Craig answered in a stunned voice, shaking his head. 

"Then why . . . why did you try that?" 

"I don't know," Craig said thoughtfully, frowning as the pieces of the 
puzzle began to fall together in his mind. Now he knew why Joe had sent him 
here. Joe had almost fucked Miss White the day he went up to discuss Craig's 
paper with her. For some reason, Joe thought that he, Craig, had a better 
chance of actually making it with Miss White. Craig was beginning to build 
up his faith in his friend's judgment. Frightened as he was, he was 
beginning to suspect that he might really have a chance with the English 
teacher. 

For a moment longer, Craig stared silently at the floor. Then slowly he 
looked up, his eyes moving intently up the length of the English teacher's 
voluptuous body, teasingly revealed by the loosely falling robe. He became 
aware for the first time since his arrival that her skin was damp beneath 
the robe. She must have just gotten out of the bath when he'd arrived, and 
if that were so she was probably naked beneath it. All it would take was one 
little jerk on that sash that held it together in front, and there would be 
nothing to conceal those voluptuous naked curves of her flesh from his gaze. 
The mere thought almost drove him out of his mind, and Craig knew he had to 
try. 

"I did it because I wanted . . . I wanted to make love to you," Craig said 
hesitantly. 

"But Craig," Karen gasped. "What makes you think I would do a thing like 
that?" 

"I thought you liked me." 

"I do like you. But teachers and students don't.. . I.. . I still don't 
understand why you think I would . . . " 

"I've never done it to a woman," Craig said, trying to sound very ashamed. 
"The girls at school don't much like me. But I just wanted to do it, just 
once, so I could really write about it with experience." 

Karen watched the young boy in desperation. He looked almost as if he were 
about to cry, and now more than ever she felt her true emotion begin to 
surface, all the bursting affection she had for him swelling up in her 
breast with an effect as devastating as her own secret desire. 

"Please, Miss White. I won't ever tell anyone. I won't even tell Joe." Craig 
paused for a moment, rallying his courage, then added: "And I know you want 
to. I can see it in your eyes." 

It was true, Karen thought. She did want to. She wanted to make love to 
Craig. All the lust and frustration that had lain dormant in her body since 
the last time she'd made love to a man had surfaced. The first reading of 
Craig's short story had been the catalyst, prompting her to commit an 
obscene act of masturbation. Then yesterday she'd sucked the cock of another 
fourteen year old male student, and after that she'd been ready and willing 
to have sexual intercourse with him, no matter what the potential future 
consequences of the act. But he had failed her, and through last night and 
today she had been tormented by her unquenched passion. And now, just the 
brief bit of contact of Craig's hands on her body and his face snuggling in 
the voluptuous valley between her proud high set breasts and his tongue 
sucking at the sensitive little nipple from the outside of her housecoat had 
almost driven her out of her mind. She did want him now. She wanted Craig, 
young and inexperienced as he was. She wanted to make love to him. 

Craig could see the crisis of struggle mirrored in the blonde woman's face, 
see the weakness and longing in her watering eyes. He knew that if ever 
there had been a time that was right for anything, this was the time that 
was right for the pulling of that sash and, frightened as he was, he forced 
himself to move. 

"Oh no, Craig!" Karen gasped as the young boy suddenly stepped back toward 
her. "Please don't touch me now!" 

Then the lust-crazed English teacher looked down in shock and horror as 
Craig seized the sash that held her skimpy robe together in the front in a 
sudden motion of his arm jerking it completely loose. A sob of helplessness 
rose in her throat as she watched the material of her robe part swiftly, yet 
in her eyes as though in slow motion, off the two voluptuous mounds of her 
breasts, the smooth sensuous flesh of her belly and the softly haired little 
triangle between her shapely legs. Then as Craig stepped suddenly forward to 
press his body against her nakedly exposed flesh, his hand moving up to 
caress her breast and slip beneath her arm inside her robe to her back to 
pull her body tightly against him as his loins drove hard up against her 
naked thighs, she almost fainted. But Craig bounced suddenly up to his 
tiptoes, his mouth crushing eagerly against her sensuously parted lips and 
her tongue flicking wetly between them as his hand moved lower down her back 
onto the firmly rounded half-moon of one of her naked buttocks. 

Karen clenched her eyes tightly shut, exerting a last feeble resistance 
against the uncontrollable sensations coursing relentlessly through her half 
naked body. But the soft kneading of Craig's fingers into the sensitive 
firmness of her ripe ass-cheeks and the shocking pressure of his throbbing 
erection pushed up against her soft loins brought moans of lust and passion 
from her lips that could not be quieted. She was losing the struggle. She 
couldn't help herself. She wanted this young boy so badly she thought she 
would die if she couldn't have him. And she had to have all of him; she had 
to have his virgin cock inside her pussy, no matter what the cost. 

With a soft whimper, Karen drew her lips away from her over-eager student's. 
She looked with watering eyes down at his excited face, her buttocks 
spontaneously jerking from the caress of his hands on her tender flesh. "All 
right, Craig, I'll make love to you. Take off your clothes and let's go in 
and get into bed." 

"Really?" Craig asked in a trembling voice. 

Karen smiled. "Yes. Really." 

Craig hesitated for a moment longer, then slowly dropped his hand from 
Karen's buttocks and stepped back, his gaze slowly descending down the 
length of her body, her breasts, her belly, the forbidden little triangle of 
her pussy now completely exposed to his hungry eyes. 

Her naked breasts visibly rising and falling with her strained breathing, 
Karen moved past the excited teenager and crossed the hall into her bedroom. 
Craig followed, his heart pounding furiously, his penis standing up rigidly 
erect, bulging tightly in the crotch of his trousers. He was going to get 
laid! He was going to get his first piece of ass! After dreaming about it 
all this time, after reading countless classical erotic novels and 
masturbating in the privacy of his dormitory room, after writing about the 
act of which he had only dreamed, he was finally going to get it for real! 
Holy crap! 

Karen paused beside her bed, turning to look back at the boy with sultry, 
narrowed eye. "Now, Craig," she said in a lusty voice. "Take your clothes 
off." 

Craig hesitated for a moment, feeling self-conscious at the prospect of 
undressing before Miss White, even though he'd already seen the front of her 
body completely naked. Then he kicked off his shoes and in a quick motion 
peeled his sweater and T-shirt over his head. Then he averted his eyes 
shamefully and fumbled hesitantly with his belt buckle and the buttons of 
his Levi's. 

"Come on, Craig," Miss White purred softly. "Don't be nervous." 

In a quick impulsive gesture Craig pulled down his trousers and his jockey 
shorts to suddenly free the youthfully throbbing shaft of his penis to loom 
up in complete naked exposure, the blood-engorged head palpitating almost 
visibly. He stepped clumsily out of his trousers, watching as his teacher 
reached up to gently shove the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the 
floor to leave her completely naked too. Craig stared at her hungrily, his 
excitement-hardened penis jerking as he involuntarily flexed it. Then he 
nervously wet his lips and spoke in a near cracked voice. "I'm not sure I 
know what to do, Miss White." 

Karen smiled. She knew she might spend her whole life regretting the act she 
was about to commit. But there was no longer any question of turning back. 
She'd gone much too far. She couldn't have changed her mind if she'd wanted 
to. 

"That's all right, Craig. I'll show you what to do. Just come here and stand 
close to me and put your hands on me and start getting me ready to make 
love." 

Karen closed her eyes as the young boy stepped eagerly toward her. She 
sighed deeply as she felt his breath blow softly over her already rigidly 
swollen nipples. Then a little shiver of anticipation and longing coursed 
through her naked body as he leaned closer, pressing his face into the deep 
valley of softness between her voluptuous breasts, his lips coming into 
sudden contact with her still shower-damp flesh even as his hands dropped to 
the flaring half-moons of her ass-cheeks and the hotly tingling shaft of his 
penis pressed hard up between her unprotected thighs. 

"Yes, Craig," Karen moaned as one of the teenager's fingers moved down 
between the ripe mounds of her buttocks. His tongue flicked moistly from his 
mouth to caress one of her tiny swollen breast tips, and his hand brushed 
right over the little puckered hole of her anus before he reached up between 
her thighs from the rear to stroke softly into the little silken hairs that 
lined the tight slit of her pussy. 

Then the voluptuously naked English teacher moaned aloud as her hips 
spontaneously jerked forward so that the naked flesh of Craig's rigid penis 
prodded up threateningly in between her thighs, the bulbous tip ramming hard 
against the sensitively tingling bud of her clitoris. She almost collapsed 
from the stunning contact, and for a moment she had to hold on to Craig for 
support. Then, groaning softly, she reclined onto her back onto the bed in 
an almost perfect spread-eagled position, pulling the young boy down on top 
of her as she did so. 

Craig trembled, reclining the full weight of his frail body on Miss White's 
fully swollen breasts, letting his loins sag between her widespread thighs, 
his penis continuing to prod hotly against the warmly moistened lips of her 
pussy. 

"What do . . . what do I do now, Miss White?" 

Karen sighed deeply. "Put your hand between my legs and play with my pussy 
with your fingers. For just a minute. Just long enough to get it good and 
moist." 

Craig needed no further encouragement. He arched his buttocks up, reaching 
eagerly down beneath his own body to trail his hand quickly up the straining 
inner flesh of Miss White's smoothly contoured thigh, feeling her buttocks 
jerk in a spontaneous movement as his extended middle finger found sudden 
searing contact with the thin little hair-lined slit of her. pussy. The 
lust-crazed English teacher moaned deeply, running her hands with increasing 
ardor up and down Craig's back and hugging him even tighter to her 
voluptuously rounded breasts as she felt his fingers part her flanged pussy 
lips and begin to probe cautiously up into the warmly quivering passage of 
her cunt. 

"Oh yes! Yes!" Karen moaned, her buttocks jerking in a frenzied spasm to the 
tantalizing invasion of Craig's middle finger up into the most sensitive 
tightness of her vagina. Then she knew she could wait no longer. Craig was 
almost as excited as Joe Wilson had been yesterday, and the mere thought 
that he might lose control, as Joe had. and cum before he'd gotten his penis 
inside her was more than the hopelessly aroused blonde could bear. She was 
already so hot she didn't need any further stimulation she" was ready. She 
had to be fucked, and she had to be fucked now! 

With a distant moan of surrender, Karen reached down to seize Craig's 
lustfully jerking cock, guiding it quickly up and inserting just the smooth 
head between the sensitive lips of her cunt, emitting a low sob at the first 
faint stab of pain as the slight resistance gave way to let the wildly 
throbbing tip inside. She moaned aloud, lunging her hips eagerly upward and 
spreading her thighs even wider as she felt the palpitating rod of cock 
flesh slip slowly into her pulsing cuntal opening, gradually boring into the 
softly yielding walls, deeper and deeper until she was completely skewered 
and Craig's young sperm-filled testicles slapped softly down into the 
sensitive crack of her quivering ass-cheeks. 

Then she could control herself no longer. "Oh fuck me, Craig!" she gasped. 
"Fuck me as I've never been fucked before. It feels so good. It feels so 
good." 

"It feels.. . it feels too good to me," Craig croaked. "It feels so good I 
can hardly stand it. I don't know if I'm going to be able to hold back very 
long. It feels too good." 

Karen knew she hadn't moved a moment too soon. The extended foreplay had 
pushed her new fourteen year old lover almost to the breaking point. Unless 
she missed her guess, Craig had probably never even kissed a woman before. 
And the act of actual intercourse was probably driving him out of his mind. 
She knew he would cum very soon. He couldn't be expected to control himself 
on his first experience. And she was determined not to blame him for that, 
or to make him feel badly. 

"That's all right, Craig. I understand. Just fuck me. Just fuck me and do it 
as it comes naturally to you." 

Craig lay motionless for a moment on Miss White's naked trembling body. The 
feel of her luscious wet pussy flexing and tightening on his throbbing cock, 
her thighs clinging to his hips, her voluptuous breasts mashed down beneath 
his chest, was better than anything the young boy had ever experienced. It 
seemed too good to be true. He was finally getting a piece of ass, and that 
was something that could never be taken away from him. And now Miss White 
was begging him to really fuck her. Craig didn't know whether or not he was 
up to it, but he was determined to try. 

With a low guttural moan, the trembling teenager began to move his hips. 
Karen shivered beneath him, her lewdly impaled body twisting in lustful 
ecstasy from the sensation of finally having a cock inside her hungering 
pussy. She clung tightly to him, her thighs scissoring slowly open and 
closed, little insane ripples of pleasure tingling through the nerve ends of 
her flesh as he began to thrust his pulsing hardness in and out of her 
trembling cunt, gradually increasing the length of his strokes to burrow the 
throbbing cock-head deeper and deeper into her tortured loins. He snuggled 
his face down against her high-mounded breasts, his tongue flicking wetly 
over the tingling buds of her nipples as he began to fuck in earnest, 
lunging his lust-inflamed hardness in smooth rhythmic thrusts in and out of 
her yielding little cuntal mouth, prompting involuntary contractions around 
the surging cock shaft as Karen's buttocks began to jerk and hunch in avid 
response. 

"Oh yes, Craig. Yes. You're doing wonderfully," Karen soothed the boy as she 
felt him gaining confidence, felt him shifting his body to thrust the 
palpitating shaft of his cock into her pussy at new and even more exciting 
angles, his hands beginning to explore eagerly over the lightly perspiring 
flesh of her breasts and buttocks. She whimpered through bared teeth, 
running her fingers through Craig's hair, little mewls and cries of pleasure 
exuding from her throat as she began a more wildly undulating motion of her 
naked buttocks that almost lifted the boy completely off the bed. 

Now the sensuous blonde's cries of passion were growing louder. Her teeth 
were gritted, her eyes open and shining with fiery lust. Her head lolled 
from side to side on the mattress, whipping her blonde hair back and forth 
over her naked shoulders. Her buttocks gyrated frenziedly in an obscene 
rolling motion that varied and intensified the almost unbearable friction on 
Craig's impaling rod of flesh. Her body was really coming to life now, 
caught in the swell of the maddeningly electric excitement that began deep 
in her cunt and flowered relentlessly through all her naked flesh. She was 
obsessed, tossing and writhing each instant more savagely in her response to 
the wanton titillating of her most sensitive inner vaginal tightness. 

"Oh yes, Craig!" Karen moaned into the young boy's ears, her hands searching 
forcibly down his back to seize his naked buttocks and guide his racking 
lunges into the tender softness of her snugly clasping loins. An almost 
incessant stream of moans and whispers poured from her lips, and she arched 
her own buttocks even higher, bucking and tossing wildly beneath the 
squirming youngster. Something was happening to her, something she hadn't 
experienced in so long she'd almost forgotten what it felt like. The little 
quivers of lust were coursing through her flesh more and more frequently; 
reality and its chains were fading in the face of the relentless onslaught 
of lust and passion. She felt as she hadn't felt in years, and though she 
could hardly believe it could be true, she was beginning to think she might 
be able to cum . . . here, like this, spread obscenely wide beneath one of 
her freshman students! 

And above her, Craig groaned, his fingers clawing at her trembling breasts, 
searching hungrily over the soft flesh of her body. He knew he wasn't going 
to be able to hold back much longer, and he began to slam his loins down 
between Miss White's thighs in a shocking staccato rhythm, prompting a 
series of deep grunts from the English teacher's throat as his penis seemed 
to swell up even larger in the quivering tightness of her warm, moist 
vagina. 

For several moments longer Karen languished in limbo, straining and writhing 
as she felt the waves of searing pleasure course through her. As a result of 
actual sexual intercourse, she had experienced only one orgasm in her life; 
that was years ago when she'd first lost her virginity to a young boy whose 
last name she couldn't even remember now. Since then she'd attained periodic 
emotional release from her sexual encounters with the various, but 
infrequent men she'd known carnally, and a degree of physical release from 
the shameful act of masturbation. But this was different, the way she felt 
now. It was the real thing and it was really going to happen. Little Craig 
Martin was going to make her cum! 

An instant later Karen felt the first shattering trembles begin deep up in 
her belly. She sighed deeply, her body going limp to lie almost completely 
motionless beneath the panting youngster save for the involuntary shivers 
shooting through her loins and buttocks. Realizing what was happening, the 
young boy continued his own racking lust, endowed with an energy he'd never 
known as the sperm welled up from his testicles and began its mad dash 
toward ejaculation. Then suddenly the nakedly trembling English teacher gave 
out with an even more distant-sounding moan as the waves of ecstasy finally 
began to surge far up into her loins, sweeping relentlessly over her softly 
perspiring flesh to sweep aside all else, into complete oblivion. She threw 
her legs upward, locking her thighs high around the teenager's back to form 
a straight sheath of her vagina as she felt his swiftly lunging penis twitch 
and throb as the first fresh droplets of cum spurted obscenely up into the 
depths of her trembling pussy flesh. 

Craig continued to slam down viciously against Miss White's writhing white 
body, grunting and groaning and ejaculating hot droplets of cum in great 
spurts up into the openly flowered softness of her pussy until she sank down 
in exhaustion and lay still beneath him. Then slowly he slacked off, feeling 
her hands drop from his body as he shot the last of his sperm into her still 
warmly clasping loins and felt his little penis begin to slowly deflate. 
Then with a gasp he sank down upon her, straining to catch up with his 
breathing as she showered soft kisses of gratitude upon his face. 

For a few moments Craig lay still on top of 

Miss White. Then he slowly withdrew and rolled off onto his back, looking at 
her with a sheepish but proud smile as she reached round to stroke gently 
the lewdly moistened, now completely deflated shaft of his cock. 

"Craig?" Miss White began softly. 

"Yes?" 

"I want you to promise me something. I want you to promise me you'll never 
tell Joe and the other boys what happened here today. Lie to them. Tell them 
you made a pass at me and I threw you out or something. Anything. And, if 
you do that, you can come back here tomorrow and nearly every night and fuck 
me." 

In spite of his exhaustion, Craig's penis throbbed slightly as he heard 
those words. "Yes ma'am! I promise! I won't tell anyone!" 

Karen sighed with relief, a relief that derived not so much from the fact 
that she could at least hope that what had happened here tonight would not 
be made public as from the fact she would have a longer affair with this 
cute fourteen year old boy who had done what no man had been able to do in 
so long. 

"I trust you, Craig," she said softly. "And I'll tell you what else: I'll 
help you with that paper that Superintendent Dirkson assigned you to write. 
That will give you more time to keep up with your serious work. And I've got 
another idea too. I was thinking it over earlier this evening." 

"What's that?" asked Craig. 

"Do you have another copy of that short story?" 

"Yes. I've got it here in my notebook." 

"I know a literary magazine that publishes very avant garde material. I 
think I'm going to send them yours just to see what their editors say about 
it." 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Joe Wilson quickly climbed the stairs to the third floor of the campus and 
strode briskly down the hall to the third doorway. He opened it without 
knocking and stepped inside. Bobby Carter was sprawled on his bunk with an 
algebra book in his lap. 

"What's that?" Bobby asked, looking at the several sheets of typed paper Joe 
carried. 

Joe pitched the paper onto his friend's desk. "Read it. Page three." 

Putting his math book aside, Bobby raised his eyebrows as he started to 
thumb through the manuscript. "It's another short story, huh? By Craig?" 

"Yeah. He gave it to me this morning. He said he wanted my opinion." 

"Is it as good as the last one?" 

Joe was silent for a moment. "No, I don't think so. This one's just plain 
pornography. But the point is, I didn't help Craig with it." 

Bobby sighed and turned to the page Joe had indicated. He read slowly, his 
interest visibly reflected by his expression. When he reached the end of the 
passage, he looked up, taking a deep breath. "Well, that's a hell of a vivid 
fuck scene." 

"You're damn right it is. And you know what it means, don't you?" 

Bobby frowned. "No, what?" 

Joe watched his friend portentously for a moment. "It means that little 
bastard Craig has been holding out on us." 

"Holding out on us?" 

"Yeah. It means he's been getting fucked. And there's not but one person 
around here who could be fucking him. Miss White." 

"Miss White?" 

"You're damn right. He must have fucked her that night I sent him over to 
her quarters. And that makes me feel like a real sucker. I swallowed his 
story hook, line, and sinker when he told me that he'd made a pass at her 
and she got mad and threatened to have Superintendent Dirkson call his 
parents if he ever did anything like that again." 

"Jesus Christ," said Bobby. "Craig Martin fucking Miss White. I wouldn't 
have thought he had it in him." 

"I wouldn't have either," said Joe. "But I know damn well I'm right." 

"So what are we going to do?" 

Joe eyes his friend portentously. "I know for a fact he's at the library 
researching the American highway system this afternoon. So we'll wait and 
see what he does after chow. When she starts over to Miss White's we'll 
follow him." 

* * * 

Joe Wilson and Bobby Carter had dinner with Craig at the cafeteria that 
evening. Both boys congratulated him on his new short story, and were 
careful to make no allusions to their suspicions that he'd gathered his 
material personally that he'd been to bed with Miss White. But Craig's very 
manner with the two more experienced youngsters could only have served to 
support their beliefs. He was more relaxed, more confident, than he'd ever 
been before. And at the end of the meal, when Joe asked him what plans he 
had for the evening and he'd said he was going back to the library to try to 
complete the research on the paper Superintendent Dirkson had assigned him, 
his manner of delivery made the story sound like an almost plausible, very 
polished lie. After Craig left the boys in the cafeteria and started 
ostensibly to the library, Joe was only more firmly confused. 

"Well, what do you think?" asked Bobby. 

Joe scraped up the last of his mashed potatoes on a crust of bread and 
stuffed it into his mouth. "Give him about a minute's start, then we'll take 
a look and see which way he's going." 

Bobby finished his milk, the two boys looked knowingly at each other, then 
rose and walked quickly to the cafeteria exit. Dusk was falling, but they 
could still distinguish Craig's small figure, striding swiftly across the 
athletic field toward the edge of the campus where Miss White's small 
apartment was situated. 

Bobby shook his head and spit into the flower bed that ran alongside the 
cafeteria wall. "I guess you were right." 

"Yeah, I was right. Damn that little bastard!" 

"So what are we going to do? I sure would like to get in on some of the 
action with Miss White." 

"We will," said Joe. "It'll be dark in fifteen or twenty minutes. Then we 
should be able to find a window we can see through. We'll wait until the 
time is right, and one way or another we'll bust into that apartment." 

"Yeah, but how do we know Miss White will go for it. Just because she's 
fucking Craig doesn't mean she'll fuck us too." 

Joe looked at Bobby somberly. "If we catch her fucking Craig, she won't have 
any choice but to let us have our share too." He paused, wetting his lips. 
"Let's pop over to the snack shack and get a Coke. By that time it'll be 
dark." 

The two boys walked quickly past the front of the main class building back 
to the quad, where the school maintained a soda fountain that was open in 
the evenings. Joe bought them two iced root beers, and they took seats at a 
table of their own in the rear of the lounge. They drank for the most part 
in silence, introspective, each dwelling intently on the promise the evening 
held. Joe took the last sip of his drink, looked up at the now darkened 
window, and pushed his chair back from the table. 

"Okay, let's get going." 

The two boys left the snack shack and made their way quickly around the quad 
and back across the athletic field in the direction they'd seen their 
classmate going. By the time they reached their destination, night had 
completely fallen, and behind the drawn curtain that covered the open front 
window of Miss White's ground-floor apartment they could see a dim light 
burning. 

"All right," said Joe. "I was here last fall when they were moving the 
furniture into this building. The bedrooms are at the back, and there are 
two windows. We're bound to be able to see something through one of them." 

Silently the two boys went up the small lawn before the two-story apartment 
building, creeping in the darkness between the side of the house and the 
white picket fence that flanked it. Joe led the way, indicating with a 
gesture of his hand the two bedroom windows at the rear, which though dark, 
revealed the same dim light they had been able to discern from the living 
room window at the front. The shade was drawn completely over the corner 
window, and it was impossible for them to see anything. The one on the 
second window was also drawn, but it had been haphazardly done, and there 
was a crack several inches wide at the bottom edge of it. Joe moved quickly 
up to the window and peered through the crack, Bobby just behind to look 
over his shoulders. 

The bedroom was deserted, but the hall door was open, as was the door to the 
living room, and seated there on the couch they could see Craig Martin, who 
looked for all the world like the gentleman of the house. 

He'd removed his shoes, and his stockinged feet were propped up on the 
coffee table. He was drinking a Coca-Cola. Beside him, dressed in a 
sleeveless blouse, and a pair of white, very tight-fitting pants, was Miss 
White. She had a clipboard in her hand, and was writing something. 

On the table before her was a large two-volume book set which Joe recognized 
even at this distance. It was a history of the United States highway system, 
which he'd seen Craig check out in the library a couple of days ago. 

"Jesus Christ," Joe said. "He's got his own teacher writing that goddamn 
highway report!" 

"Do you think that's the only reason he's here?" Bobby whispered, 
disappointed. 

"Hell no," Joe said under his breath. "You think he'd have his feet up on 
the table like that if he hadn't been doing something with Miss White? And 
besides, she wouldn't need him here if she was just writing the report." 

"No, I guess not," agreed Bobby. 

There was a moment of silence, then Miss White put the clipboard down on top 
of the books, and turned to her young companion. "How did your new short 
story turn out?" 

Craig took a languid sip of his Coca-Cola before answering. "Oh, I don't 
know. I don't want to show it to you yet." 

"I'm really anxious to see it," Miss White said, smiling. "I think we can 
finish this stupid report tonight if we both work on it." 

Craig watched in silence for a moment, sucking on a cube of ice from the 
glass which had contained Coca-Cola. "Are you really interested in working 
on the report?" 

Karen shook her head, still smiling warmly, an expectant glow in her sultry 
blue eyes. "Not really. Why? What did you have in mind?" 

Craig shrugged, his gaze descending momentarily to the fully swollen mounds 
of Miss White's breasts, clearly outlined by her tight-fitting blouse. Then 
he looked suddenly back at her face, still sucking loudly on the cube of 
ice. 

"Oh, you're still thirsty?" Miss White said, rising from her seat on the 
couch. "I'll get you another Coke." 

Joe smiled with satisfaction as the sensuously voluptuous blonde started to 
turn away and move around the coffee table, then was stopped suddenly as 
Craig dropped his feet to the floor and leaned forward, reaching up with 
both hands to seize the tightly rounded half moons of her buttocks, ripely 
revealed by the tight-fitting pants she wore. 

"Oh Craig," the young blonde English teacher said in a half-teasing voice. 
"What are you trying to do now?" 

Craig looked sincerely at the blonde English teacher for a moment. "I want 
to try something new. Something I read about in a book." 

Even at this distance Joe and Bobby could discern the glow of pleasure that 
shone in Miss White's eyes as she regarded the small bespectacled youngster 
who sat on the couch before her, both his hands clinging tightly to her 
firmly rounded ass cheeks. And when she spoke they could hear the excitement 
in her voice. 

"And what kind of books have you been reading?" 

Craig didn't answer. For a moment longer he hesitated, still holding tightly 
to the flaring mounds of Miss White's buttocks. Then he moved one of his 
hands slowly around to his teacher's belly, reaching up beneath her blouse 
to stroke the little hole of her navel before he began to fumble with the 
snap at the top of the zipper of her pants. 

"Oh, Craig, come on," the young English teacher protested playfully. "If you 
want to go into the bedroom, we can." 

"No, ma'am," he said. "We can go to the bedroom later." 

Then with another flick of his finger, Craig loosened the snap and quickly 
undid the zipper of Miss White's pants, parting the tightly stretched 
material to reveal her nearly transparent silken panties beneath, through 
which he and the boys watching secretly through the window, could just 
distinguish the softly curling strands of blonde hair at the good-looking 
young woman's cunt. 

Then, watching through the window, Joe and Bobby both almost groaned aloud 
as Craig slowly eased the pants down off the sexy English teacher's 
sensuously flaring buttocks, pulling them all the way down to mid-thigh, 
leaving only the teacher's flimsy, low-hanging panties to protect her 
buttocks and her forbidden loins. 

"Jesus!" gasped Bobby. "Boy, do I want to get a little of that!" 

"Shhhhh," Joe cautioned. "You will. Just wait until Craig gets her ready 
first. I've got a pretty good idea of what he wants to do. And from our 
viewpoint it's perfect." 

Breathing in deep gusts, Craig ran his hands slowly back up the sensitive 
flesh on the inside of Miss White's thigh, feeling her shiver as he pushed 
his middle finger up against the silken crotch band of her panties, 
beginning to rub the material slowly up and down along the little hair-lined 
slit of her pussy. 

"Oh! Oh Craig," the blonde English teacher gasped. "What are you trying to 
do to me?" 

Craig still refused to answer. For a moment longer he continued to work the 
silken crotch band of the panties back and forth along the tingling slit of 
Miss White's pussy and over the already lewdly swollen bud of her clitoris. 
Then, prompting an even deeper moan from her throat, he worked the crotch 
band aside and slipped his middle finger in to begin slowly spreading the 
already smoothly flowing moisture up and down along the flanged lips of her 
cunt. After a moment he moved his other hand up from the full right 
half-moon of her buttocks to seize the waistband at the top of the panties, 
he began to pull them slowly downward. And, as he did so, he leaned his face 
gradually forward toward her loins, his tongue flicking wetly from his mouth 
to lick slowly up the straining tendon of her inner thigh. 

"Holy cow!" Bobby moaned. "He's going to eat her!" 

"You're damn right he's going to eat her," said Joe. "And after he gets 
through doing that, she won't be able to refuse us anything." 

The two boys watched with baited breath as their unsuspecting classmate 
slowly pulled the panties down off the clefted cheeks of Miss White's 
buttocks and the soft golden triangle of hair nestled so invitingly between 
her thighs. They could see the expression of shock and alarm on her face as 
she first realized what Craig proposed to do, but it was clearly apparent 
that, mingled with that alarm, was a perverse and compelling fascination, 
and they could see her lips quiver as Craig slowly flicked his tongue higher 
and began to lick teasingly into the softly curling strands of blonde hair 
that lined the little pink slit of the excited English teacher's pussy. 

"Oh Craig!" Miss White moaned, "no, Craig! Don't do that! Please don't do 
that!" 

But in spite of the older woman's protests, Craig persisted. Again he moved 
both his hands up to firmly seize the older blonde's nakedly flaring 
ass-cheeks, pulling her loins even closer to his face as he flicked his 
tongue between her naked thighs, which were held tightly clenched together 
by the constricting panties still hanging halfway down above her knees. But 
it was obvious to Joe, outside, that the wanton assault of the young boy's 
mouth on Miss White's forbidden vaginal warmth was taking its toll on her 
will to resist. The shock and horror which had first shown in her expression 
were gradually evolving to lust. Her buttocks were beginning a gentle 
undulation and she dropped one of her hands down to Craig's shoulder, and 
seemed, in spite of herself, to be trying to tug his face even closer to her 
lust-tortured loins. She moaned and whimpered, her eyes almost closing, her 
teeth gritting as Craig persisted, flicking his tongue in long swipes up and 
down the length of her burning cunt slit and over the throbbing bud of her 
clitoris, the maddening sensation gradually breaking down her remaining will 
to resist. Then, as she gave out with a louder groan, Miss White finally 
said the words Joe had been waiting for: 

"Oh Craig! Let me take my pants all the way off so I can spread my thighs 
open and you can really get into me." 

Her heavy breathing audible even to the boys watching from the window, Karen 
White pushed Craig's head back, then quickly pulled both her panties and her 
tight-fitting while trousers the rest of the way down her thighs and legs, 
and stepped quickly out of them. Still clad in her blouse, but naked from 
the waist down, the desire-maddened school teacher hesitated for a moment, 
standing just out of Craig's reach and looking down at the eager youngster 
with an expression of completely wanton excitement and invitation. Then a 
feeble smile played on her lips as she stepped slowly back to the couch. 
"All right, Craig. Now you can really eat my pussy." 

"I think that's our cue," said Joe. "We'll go through the open window at the 
front." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

In spite of all her mental revulsion at the obscene act Craig was performing 
on her, Karen didn't think she'd ever experienced such intense pleasure as 
that she derived from having the cute young boy lick and suck at her 
lust-tortured pussy. She was going out of her mind. She couldn't quell the 
fluttering torrent of passion surging through her loins. The incessant 
swiping and licking of his tongue over the tingling bud of her clitoris and 
up and down the length of her burning cuntal slit was causing her to lose 
control completely. The sheer perversity of the act, complicated by her 
relation to Craig as her student, only added to the physical sensation, and 
she derived a warped enjoyment from her subjugation to the young boy, a 
seeming compliment to the masochistic pleasure she'd derived a few days ago 
when she sucked Joe Wilson's cock and almost let him cum in her mouth. 

"Oh! Ooooooooh!" Karen purred in a lascivious delirium, beginning a rhythmic 
hunching motion of her loins in response to the tremors of delight darting 
over every tingling inch of flesh of her half-naked body. She ran her 
fingers eagerly through the teenager's hair, tugging his face even tighter 
between her thighs, relishing the sucking sound of his lips on her pussy, 
his strained gasp for breath, the gurgles in his throat. 

Until Craig had come to her apartment several nights ago for the first time, 
Karen had experienced only one genuine orgasm in her life. Only since then 
had her belated blossoming into emotional womanhood occurred. Craig had 
visited her almost every night, and in spite of his inexperience and his 
tendency toward early ejaculation, he had satisfied her every time. And the 
obscene pleasure she had derived from her affair with this young teenage boy 
had begun to exert a liberating effect on Karen. She'd always been up-tight 
about sex before. But now she was beginning to shed her inhibitions. She was 
beginning to become curious about her own relationship as a woman to the 
opposite sex. And though she knew her affair with Craig could not endure 
forever, she knew she would never return to the life of frustrating 
self-denial she had previously led. And though she knew full well that by 
her conduct she was courting disaster, no matter what happened she would 
never regret what was taking place this crazy, wonderful week. 

"Oh yes, Craig. Oh yes, eat me. Eat me," Karen moaned insanely, her whole 
body trembling as she felt the first promising flutter begin far up inside 
her loins. She closed her eyes, her face contorted by her all-consuming lust 
and passion, her buttocks now jerking rapidly in a back and forth hunching 
motion to further intensify the gentle, teasing friction of the youngster's 
slavering tongue in her cunt. It was happening so fast she could hardly 
believe it. She was going to cum. She was right on the verge, on the very 
brink of delirious ecstasy. 

Later Karen would not even know what had caused her to raise her eyes at 
that moment. Perhaps she had heard something; perhaps it had been intuition; 
or it might have just been an accident. But she was certain that if she had 
looked up three seconds later, not even the sight of Joe Wilson's face 
leering through the living room window would have stopped the orgasm that 
was about to consume her. 

"Don't let us disturb you, Miss White," Joe said, grinning. "We can wait our 
turns." 

For a moment Karen was too stunned to even speak. As Craig's face jerked 
suddenly away from her loins and the young boy turned to stare in shock at 
the window, she almost passed out from the sheer frustration and in spite of 
herself she still clung desperately to the young boy's hair, trying futilely 
to pull his face back between her thighs even as Joe climbed through the 
window and Bobby Carter appeared behind him. Then, several seconds after she 
should have expected it, she heard a belated cry rise spontaneously to her 
lips. 

"Get out of here, you little bastard!" 

"Calm down, teach," Joe said, landing inside the room on his knees and 
slowly getting to his feet as Bobby Carter started to clamor through the 
living room window. "You don't want to call the whole school out here, do 
you?" 

It was too unreal. It had the quality of a dream that occurs just before one 
awakens, a frustrating dream. As Joe Wilson rose to a standing position, 
Bobby Carter literally rolled into the room on his shoulders, turning a half 
somersault. Craig jerked his head free of Karen's grasp, pulling his 
shirttail up to wipe the lewdly flowing cunt juice that glistened on his 
lips and chin. Karen, still wearing her blouse but completely naked from the 
waist down, stopped to grab up her pants from the floor. She began to 
clumsily put them on, then when she'd pulled them halfway up to her knees, 
realized she'd put them on backward. Half due to that, and half to the 
unconscious realization that after what the boys had already seen any 
attempt to conceal her naked loins would be superfluous, she dropped the 
pants back to her ankles and stepped awkwardly out of them. Then she felt a 
sinking in her heart as she realized the broader ramifications of what had 
happened. Craig had told. 

Karen didn't think that she had ever been so shattered in her life. She had 
trusted Craig. She had given herself to him, and she had derived from her 
relationship with the cute and imaginative young boy a pleasure she'd never 
before known. And he had betrayed her. 

"You told," the heartbroken English teacher said in a near-cracked voice. 
"You just couldn't keep a secret, could you?" 

Craig looked up with wounded shock. "No! No, I didn't tell anybody 
anything." 

In spite of her shame and embarrassment, in spite of the broader 
ramifications of the predicament Karen found herself in, she almost cried 
for joy as Craig's statement was verified by Joe Wilson. "No, ma'am, he 
didn't tell us anything. As a matter-of-fact, after I set this whole thing 
up for him, the little bastard tried to hold out on me." Then Karen almost 
screamed again as the fourteen year old added: "But Craig's not the only 
student in the class. You're going to have to spread yourself around a 
little, teacher." 

Karen swallowed hard, staring helplessly at the two boys before her. "What. 
. . what do you mean by that?" 

"I mean that I set this whole thing up. It was all my idea in the first 
place and you and Craig have been having all the fun while Bobby and I sit 
around the dorm jerking off. Well Craig may know how to write it, but me and 
Bobby know how to fuck." Joe grinned. "So we just thought we'd come over and 
show you a really good time for a change." 

Karen hesitated for a moment, knowing she was defeated, yet still unwilling 
to give in without a struggle. It took all the courage she could muster to 
make her next statement. "Yes, I know. I saw how adept you were the other 
day in my office." 

Joe's face blanched, and for a moment the frightened English teacher thought 
she had scored a victory. Then her optimism left her even more quickly than 
it had appeared as she saw the color return to Joe's face and a thin smile 
appear on his lips. 

"I know," said Joe. "That's why I brought Bobby along to help me!" He 
paused, his grin broadening, his gaze descending from Karen's face down to 
the completely exposed triangle of soft blonde hair nestled between her 
thighs. "So tell me, teach: have you ever been gang-banged?" 

Karen couldn't have been more stunned if she'd been hit over the head with a 
hammer. But, though she wasn't familiar with the vulgar expression Joe had 
used, the meaning of it was clear enough. Yet even so, she mentally rejected 
that meaning. In spite of everything she had been through this week, she 
still wasn't liberated enough to accept the obscene suggestion Joe had put 
forward. Her mind served as an escape mechanism, denying comprehension. 

"Gang-banged?" she asked in a dazed voice. 

"That's right, Miss Up-Tight English Teacher. You're going to really get 
fucked tonight. You're going to get fucked by Bobby and I both, at the same 
time. And even Craig can take his turn later if he's still interested. We 
sure don't begrudge him a little fun, even if he did double-cross us." 

"I won't do it," Karen sobbed, absurdly dropping her hand down and placing 
it between her thighs as if to protect her completely exposed pussy from the 
two boys' leering gazes. Yet the accidental contact of her own finger on her 
sensitively throbbing clitoris caused a spontaneous moan to rise in her 
throat, and she was acutely reminded that, repulsed as she might be at what 
the two boys were proposing, she was still excited almost to a state of 
delirium. The extended oral assault had driven her to the very brink of 
climax, and shocking as this new alternative was, it still offered, however 
bizarrely, the relief her body demanded beyond all emotional and moral 
considerations. 

And even as she watched the two eager youngsters in anger and fear, Karen 
could not quite prevent herself from conjuring a visual picture in her mind 
at what they were planning to subject her to. A week and a half ago she had 
been, for all practical purposes, a frigid woman. Craig's obscene short 
story had been the catalyst that had changed that. In her first reading of 
it she had yielded to the temptation to masturbate, and that should have 
been a sign that the seeds had already germinated for the change that had 
come over her in the past week. As an indirect result of her reading of 
Craig's story she had for the first time in her life performed oral sex for 
a male. That male had been Joe Wilson, and Karen had been attracted to him, 
certainly more so than she could ever have been physically attracted to 
Craig, though now she didn't want to admit that. And in her current state of 
mind, there was a part of her that was susceptible to even this lewd 
suggestion. But she knew she had to deny that side of herself. Becoming a 
whole woman was one thing; participating in a perverted and illicit orgy 
with a whole group of her freshman students was something else, something 
more base and vile than even Karen could let herself sink to. 

"No," the near-hysterical English teacher said in a quivering voice. "I 
can't do that. I just can't." 

"Sure you can," Joe announced mockingly. "You can, because you have no 
choice." 

"You're not.. . you're not going to rape me?" 

"No, ma'am," Bobby Carter said quickly. 

"Of course not," Joe added. "We're just going to Superintendent Dirkson and 
tell him what we've seen here tonight." 

"He'd never believe you," Karen stammered without conviction. 

"You don't think so?" Joe asked. "After the way you gave Craig an "A" on 
that pornographic short story?" 

"But you talked me into that!" 

"Maybe I did. But do you want to tell old man Dirkson how I talked you into 
it?" He paused, his eyes again descending to Karen's unprotected cunt 
nestling so invitingly between her sensuous thighs. "Besides, you're going 
to love every minute of it. I can see that in your eyes." 

Karen cast a fleeting, desperate glance at Craig, who still sat, dazed, on 
the couch. She knew there was nothing he could do to help her. He was no 
physical match for these two boys, and in any event she knew Joe had 
probably been telling the truth when he said Craig had been holding out on 
him. It must have been Joe's idea that Craig come here and make a pass at 
her. And, in keeping his promise not to expose her, Craig had held out on 
his friends. 

"So come on, teach," Joe went on. "Let's go in the bedroom and have some 
fun." 

Karen didn't even have the emotional presence to resist as Joe took her by 
the hand and pulled her across the hall and toward the bedroom. Just behind 
them was Bobby, panting audibly with his own rapidly building excitement. 

"OK, Miss White," Joe said when they got there. "Take your blouse off and 
let us have a look at those tits." 

"No," Karen muttered weakly, almost delirious in her combined fear and want 
as she contemplated what the two teenage boys were about to do to her. 

"Take it off, teach, or I'll tear it off," Joe said, suddenly mad. 

Karen's eyes flared wide, and she looked at the boy with disbelief, hardly 
able to even rationalize what was happening now in any reasonable concept of 
what their relationship to each other should be. She was the teacher, he was 
the student, and she should have been able to maintain at least a semblance 
of authority over him. But now none of that made any difference. She was 
just a helpless victim, victim of his vicious blackmail scheme, and of her 
own unquenchable lust. 

"Please, Miss White," Bobby said behind her, causing her to suddenly jerk 
her head around in surprise. "We don't mean any harm. We just want to get in 
on the fun too. You know you're a really great looking woman." 

Somehow Karen drew a certain strength from that. She could see that Bobby 
was just as unnerved as she was, and she realized Joe's confidence was 
probably half bluff. At least the boys weren't going to hurt her. And after 
what they'd seen through the window tonight, she realized she couldn't 
really blame them for what they were doing. Oddly, as prep-school students 
they lived less than an ideal life. There were no girls at school, and 
except on weekends when they had free time, they suffered a fate not 
entirely different to that of inmates in correctional institutions. And 
certainly they could hardly be blamed for being jealous of what Craig had 
been doing to her, or for wanting to share in the fun also. 

Still dazed, hardly realizing what she was doing, Karen followed Joe's cue 
as he began to strip off his own shirt, and she started to unbutton her 
blouse. Her heart was pounding furiously, though she didn't know whether 
that derived from the continual oral onslaught Craig had inflicted upon the 
sensitive warmth of her pussy, or from her fear, or from her anticipation in 
spite of everything of the lurid scene she was about to be forced to submit 
to. Or perhaps it was a combination of all three. But it hardly mattered. 
She knew she no longer had a choice. It was as if she was without a will, 
and she knew that, regardless of her feelings, these adolescent boys were 
determined to take her. They were going to take her in whatever way and 
fashion they desired. She would have nothing to say about it. And somehow 
now she derived a strange consolation from that knowledge. 

Her breath coming in strained hoarse gasps, her already lewdly moistened 
vagina tingling with renewed lust, Karen quickly unbuttoned her blouse, 
unable to resist a swelling of pride as the two boys took note of the 
teasing exposure of her voluptuously high-set breasts. She hesitated for a 
moment, her eyes shifting slowly back and forth between the two youngsters, 
then pushed the blouse off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor behind 
her. In anticipation of Craig's visit tonight she had not worn a brassiere. 
Now she was completely naked. 

"Jesus!" Bobby gasped. "Look at those tits!" 

"Well, you can stick your dick between them if you want to," Joe said 
quickly, slithering out of his own trousers. "I'm going to stick mine in her 
cunt finally. So the top half is yours." 

Karen winced, her eyes again wide open as she realized what Joe was 
suggesting. Somehow she'd imagined that even though he had talked about the 
two of them gang-banging her at once, he'd meant that one of them would fuck 
her and then the next. Now what they really had in mind dawned on her. They 
were going to both fuck her at the same time Joe in her vagina and Bobby . . 
. in her mouth! As the even more obscene truth crept slowly over her, Karen 
looked desperately back and forth from one of the boys' faces to the other. 
But though Bobby Carter was obviously nervous, Karen could see that Joe was 
determined. And protest was futile. She was resigned now even to that. 

After that it happened too fast. The well-developed muscles rippling on his 
torso, Joe shimmied out of his jockey shorts and his lewdly erected cock 
sprung up in a complete desire-stiffened erection, the bulbous head already 
glistening with a small drop of seminal fluid that, had seeped from the 
glans. Even now Karen vividly recalled the taste of that fluid which, in her 
lust that afternoon when Joe had come to her office, she had savored. Now 
she was going to suck another boy's cock, whether she wanted to or not, and 
in spite of herself the trapped young teacher couldn't deny the thrill 
surging through her loins and breasts at the thought of performing that 
obscene act of oral sex even as she was being fucked in the vagina. 

Then as Joe again took her arm and started to pull her onto the bed, Karen 
remembered another complicating factor that during her last few moments of 
confusion and excitement she'd completely forgotten: Craig was going to be a 
witness to this whole humiliating affair, and she couldn't help but wonder 
if he would ever even want anything to do with her after he'd watched her 
submission to what Joe had proposed. Feeling a lump rise in her throat, she 
looked helplessly back over her shoulder at him. He remained where he was 
before, on the couch, watching her, his expression almost blank. Karen could 
discern nothing from it, and instants later she forgot about him completely 
as Joe pushed her near-limp body into a kneeling position on the bed. 

"How we going to do this?" asked Bobby, now also naked and climbing onto the 
bed. 

"You get on your knees in front of her at the head of the bed," Joe said. 
"She can suck you off and I'll fuck her like a dog from behind." 

Karen was so far gone now that she didn't even wince at those vulgar words, 
which under other circumstances would have completely shocked and repulsed 
her. She closed her eyes, letting her body sag forward so that her fully 
rounded breasts were pressed down against the sheet of the bed, her face 
buried in her hands, her naked buttocks thrust high behind her in lewd 
invitation. 

"Come on, Miss White," Bobby said in his same nervous voice. "Here, lift 
your head up so you can reach me." 

"Lift her head up yourself," Joe said behind her. "And just stick your cock 
in her mouth. She'll like it. She liked mine." 

A spontaneous sob of protest was muffled in Karen's throat as Bobby 
hesitantly lifted her face and she found herself suddenly confronted with 
the lewdly protruding shaft of his completely erected cock. It was much 
bigger than Craig's, and probably even larger than Joe's, although still not 
yet fully developed. In the dim light of the bedroom, it looked dark, 
somehow menacing, highlighted by that inevitable drop of seminal fluid 
glistening on the tiny glans at the tip. But in spite of herself she 
moistened her voluptuous lips in irresistible anticipation as Bobby leaned 
gently forward to thrust his wildly throbbing cock-head even closer to her 
lips. Then suddenly she groaned, involuntarily lunging forward as Joe moved 
quickly into position behind her and inserted the hotly palpitating head of 
his own penis threateningly up between her thighs from the rear. And as she 
retreated from the sudden threatening pressure, she took in a single gulp 
the whole head and half the shaft of Bobby's cock up into her mouth, and it 
was only that which served to stifle the cry of mingled pleasure and pain as 
Joe readied down with his hands to part the already saliva-moistened lips of 
her pussy and insert his own hot bulbous cock-head between them. And as 
Karen groaned, it began to burrow relentlessly forward up into the sensitive 
tightness of her naked pussy. 

The hopelessly imprisoned English teacher shuddered, completely disoriented 
by this sudden dual invasion of the defenseless orifices of her mouth and 
cunt. Both boys were considerably better endowed than young Craig, and for a 
moment Karen could hardly bear the sheer searing sensation as Joe squirmed 
his hips urgently forward, gradually thrusting the bulbous head and long 
thick shaft of his lust-hardened cock deeper and deeper up into her 
sensitive vaginal orifice. She thought she would have cried out aloud had 
not her mouth been equally filled by Bobby's obscenely pulsating cock shaft, 
and as she continued to inch her own buttocks forward in retreat, she 
burrowed her face deeper and deeper into the loins of the boy who knelt in 
front of her, finally taking the entire length of his tender penis into her 
mouth so that the hotly pulsing head pressed hard against the back of her 
throat. Then as she continued to tremble helplessly, unable to retreat 
further, Joe completed his own merciless penetration until she was 
completely filled from behind, the thick hot rod of teenage cock flesh 
buried to the hilt in her vagina and the tight sac that held the boy's 
testicles pressed down softly against her sensitive little clitoris, the 
wispy hairs at his pubic mound tickling the sensitive opening of her anus. 

For a moment Karen remained perfectly still, save for the uncontrollable 
trembling of her naked body between the two lust-driven boys. She was afraid 
to even move. Her pussy felt like it was stretched inside out, and she 
thought she could perceive every ripple and ridge of the swollen cock that 
filled her burning vagina. In front of her, Bobby groaned, holding her face 
tightly to his loins, flexing his cock so it seemed to throb even larger in 
her mouth and almost gagged her. And as she listened to the two teenager's 
lewd and degrading exclamations of triumph, she could not even offer a word 
of protest. 

"Boy, her mouth feels like butter," said Bobby. "I've never been sucked off 
in my life, but I've got an idea this is going to be habit forming." 

"Yeah," Joe echoed. "And her pussy's tight as a fourteen year old's. Jesus, 
I can't even believe it!" 

"But I don't know how long I'm going to be able to hold out," said Bobby. 
"It just feels too good. Having my cock in her mouth like this." 

"Don't worry about it," said Joe. "We can cum as quick as we want to and 
then switch around and do it the other way. I can raise another hard." 

"I can too." 

'Then let's let her have it!" 

Karen sucked her breath in hoarsely around the throbbing cock shaft that 
filled her mouth as she felt Joe slowly withdraw from her now completely 
moistened vagina and then gradually inch the bulbous head of his throbbing 
penis back up into the tightly quivering walls of her inner pussy flesh. At 
the same time Bobby began to gradually hunch his own buttocks back and forth 
from his kneeling position on the bed before her, his fingers holding to her 
hair and ears to guide her responses. For a few moments longer she remained 
motionless, unable to even move in the fear that the slightest increase of 
the friction and sensation in her tight vagina would be more than she could 
bear. Then as Joe began to fuck slowly in and out between her legs from 
behind, his loins gently striking against her nakedly proffered buttocks, 
she felt the lewdly stretched passage of her cunt continue to moisten, the 
tight inner walls seeming to part to facilitate the entry. She cringed, her 
whole body on fire from the stabbing sensation of the violation of her 
vagina and the humiliation of having her mouth so vilely used. Then 
gradually, the cringing evolved to something else. Without even thinking 
about it, Karen began to respond with a gentle back-and-forth hunching of 
her proffered buttocks. 

Renewed lust surged swiftly through the skewered English teacher's 
voluptuous body as she began a slow squirming motion, at the same time 
opening her lips and beginning to bob her head up and down against Bobby's 
own more swiftly jerking loins, her tongue swiping wetly over the thickly 
swollen shaft of his cock, gurgling sounds issuing from her throat as she 
began to suck in earnest. She could hear the two young boys groaning and 
grunting in surprise and delight at her lascivious response, and as she 
further shed her inhibitions, she intensified the back and forth rocking of 
her buttocks, now longing for more and more of the arousing sensation she 
derived from the obscene penetration of her loins from behind. 

Karen moaned around the rigidly throbbing young cock which now drove 
smoothly between her lips almost in rhythm with the impaling shaft that 
skewered between her buttocks, from behind into the lust-tortured dampness 
of her cunt. The two eager boys buffeted her back and forth like a doll 
between them, fucking wildly into the two warmly receiving orifices, 
intensifying their strokes little by little until they were racking her 
helplessly ravished body ruthlessly. Now Karen was forgetting everything but 
the obscene lust that consumed her, the mental picture of herself being 
taken so vilely by the two boys at once only further excited the already 
savage need that raged out of control in her quivering flesh. She undulated 
her buttocks in an eagerly squirming rotation, squeezing the softness of her 
inner cuntal muscles about the fleshy shaft boring into her from behind. She 
sucked voraciously at the pulsing penis that rammed into her mouth, her 
cheeks hollowing and expanding with saliva as she snuggled her face even 
more warmly into Bobby's loins. 

"Oh, fuck, yes," Karen muttered half-intelligibly around the throbbing cock 
shaft that filled her ovaled red lips. "Oh fuck me! Fuck me!" 

She reached up with both hands to clutch Bobby's tightly clenched ass cheeks 
and tug his undulating loins even closer to her face, and her buttocks now 
wriggled backward almost with a vengeance against the boy fucking her from 
behind. Her vaginal flesh quivered moistly in a snug fit around the rigidity 
moving in and out between her thighs in rapidly building jerks. 

Then suddenly Karen tensed, almost wanting to cry out aloud as Bobby 
stiffened before her and grunted in a strained voice. "Oh no. I think I'm 
going to cum. I can't hold it back any longer." 

"That's all right," Joe said behind her, racking her voluptuous body with an 
even mightier lunge that made a loud smacking sound as his loins struck her 
nakedly proffered buttocks. "I am too." 

"Yeah," gasped Bobby in a trembling voice. "But how can I . . . ? " 

"But nothing," Joe grunted. "Cum in her mouth." 

Karen could hardly even believe her ears. The act of sucking the boy off was 
degrading enough, but to have him actually shoot his hot thick semen into 
her mouth, to force her to swallow it, seemed more than anyone had the right 
to ask of her. Yet she knew from the way Bobby's penis began to twitch and 
throb in her mouth that was exactly what was going to happen, and she was 
unable to even speak out in protest. She would submit, even to that. And she 
wouldn't object. Her only problem now was attaining her own release 
simultaneously with the boys, and as she felt Joe begin a series of hard 
ramming staccato lunges behind her, she reached down between her own thighs 
with one of her hands and began to stroke her own finger swiftly back and 
forth over the little pulsating bud of her clitoris to further compliment 
the raw sensation she derived from the ruthless violation of her vagina. 

A moment later it began. 

Karen felt Bobby shudder before her and the rapid plunging of his swollen 
penis into her mouth further intensified as the hot droplets of cum began to 
spew from the little glans at the tip, squirting all the way down her tongue 
to the back of her throat. Her face hopelessly buried in his loins, she 
swallowed to keep from choking, almost gagging and yet deriving an even more 
intensive masochistic pleasure from this final subjugation. At the same time 
she felt the palpitating penis of the boy fucking her from behind begin to 
inflate and flex in lewd spasms up between her whitely shuddering thighs. 
And as the warm, sticky drops of cum surged up and began to spurt deeply up 
onto her quivering cuntal tightness and Joe began a final series of even 
more frantic lunges against the proffered cheeks of her buttocks, Karen's 
own body was suddenly consumed in the wildly sweeping eruption of climax. 

From the living room, Craig watched sullenly as Miss White finally gave in 
completely to the demands of her flesh, her body thrashing and squirming 
wildly between the two boys who simultaneously fucked into the orifices of 
her mouth and her vagina, whimpers of passion and perverted pleasure spewing 
from her lips around the cockshaft that invaded her mouth, her hand and arm 
jerking in a rapid motion as she finger-fucked over the bud of her clitoris 
to further augment the stimulating sensation of Joe's shocking invasion of 
her helpless little pussy. She was really liking it. She was really going 
out of her mind. Craig didn't see how he would ever be able to do anything 
after this, that would even make an impression on her. 

To a flourish of whimpers and grunts and groans the shattering triple climax 
built to a crescendo. Then gradually Joe slumped down on Miss White's 
buttocks from behind and Bobby dropped his hands from her hair, gasping 
crazily to catch his breath. Between them, Miss White's body seemed to go 
limp, now almost motionless except for the little convulsive spasms that 
periodically shook her naked flesh. Craig reached down absently to place his 
hand on the throbbing shaft of his own penis, bulging up inside his trousers 
in complete erection, as he watched the two boys slowly withdraw from the 
sex-crazed English teacher's two respectively violated orifices. 

"You go again?" asked Joe. 

"Hell, yes," said Bobby. "I still want to fuck her in the pussy." 

"Well, I still want to fuck her in the mouth too," said Joe, pausing before 
he added: "What about you, Miss White? Can you go again?" 

"Yes," Karen said weakly. "But let's use another position." 

"Anything you say," said Joe. "What do you have in mind?" 

"Let Bobby lie on his back, and I'll get on top of him," Miss White said in 
a voice that hardly sounded like her own. "That way I can feel his penis on 
my clitoris. And you can kneel in front of me like he did." 

Craig flinched as he witnessed that final evidence of Miss White's complete 
surrender to the obscene act she'd first submitted to by force. She'd 
forgotten all about him. And he knew he was probably through as her lover. 
He didn't even think she'd have the strength to let him fuck her tonight 
after she'd finished another round with his two more experienced classmates. 

Sadly the dejected teenager watched the three naked lovers position 
themselves, Bobby lying flat on his back, Miss White straddled over his 
loins and slowly bringing her buttocks down to take his still obscenely 
erected penis up into her used and abused pussy, Joe kneeling at the head of 
the bed as she dropped down to a reclining position to take his penis into 
her mouth. 

Then the idea hit Craig that was like a blinding flash of lightning. 

He'd read about something similar to it in a Victorian erotic novel he'd 
shoplifted from a bookshop in town. But he'd never considered that obscene 
act in any terms of reality. He'd thought of it merely as a writer's 
fantasy. But suddenly he realized it was a way to redeem himself, to join 
the group, to participate with his friends in the complete ravishment of 
their English teacher. And it was the way to outdo both of them, because 
there was one other orifice on Miss White's body that still had not been 
violated. And as she began to hunch her buttocks up and down over Bobby's 
once more wildly undulating loins, that most forbidden orifice became a 
perfect target for Craig. 

He could kneel behind her, in the same position that Joe had employed to 
fuck her dog fashion before. It would be a perfect fit Joe in her mouth, 
Bobby in her cunt, and Craig in her ass-hole. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Superintendent Alvin Dirkson read the last page of the typed manuscript 
spread out on his desk, carefully stacked the pages together and picked up 
his telephone. He dialed his home number, told his wife he would have to 
miss supper as there'd been an emergency meeting of the faculty, and hung 
up. 

In spite of everything, little Craig Martin had written a hell of an 
interesting short story. The writing was terse and competent, the plot tight 
and the drama intense. And besides that, it was about as erotic as anything 
that he'd ever read. 

Alvin Dirkson had never considered himself a serious connoisseur of 
literature. He'd leave that to the English teachers. What interested him 
more was one particular English teacher -voluptuous young Karen White. He'd 
been looking at her and dreaming about her ever since she'd come to work 
here at the school, but he'd always thought her rather frigid. It just 
showed how mistaken a man could be in his judgment sometimes. A frigid woman 
couldn't have appreciated that story. For, in the final analysis, there was 
nothing about it to appreciate save the straight, raw eroticism, and that 
reflected something in the sexy blonde English teacher's character of which 
Alvin had never even suspected. But it was time to find out. He was going to 
pay Miss White a little visit at her apartment and just see how far he could 
get before she stopped him. 

* * * 

His face a mask of determination, Craig rose slowly from the couch and made 
his way around the coffee table, which had been pushed out of position 
during the time he had been eating Miss White's pussy before the other boys 
had intruded. He walked slowly to the door of the living room, paused, then 
moved silently across the hall and into the bedroom. He stopped several feet 
from the bed, watching intently as Miss White began to toss and buck her 
naked body over the boy who lay beneath her, at the same time intensifying 
the wanton sucking of Joe Wilson's cock. Her legs were spread right apart by 
the position of her knees on either side of Bobby's chest, and this in turn 
served to part her buttocks. Between her thighs he could see a rear view of 
her cunt, the soft, pink-flanged lips clinging urgently as she skewered her 
vagina up and down on the impaling rod of his friend Bobby's cock. And just 
above he could clearly distinguish the little brown puckered hole of her 
anus, contracting in lewd invitation as she flexed her warm vaginal 
tightness around Joe's impaling rod of flesh. 

Then Joe Wilson, whose eyes had been intent upon the manipulation of Miss 
White's mouth on his own fully erected penis, suddenly seemed to sense 
Craig's presence. Craig met the boy's surprised look with a steady gaze, 
rallying his courage and determination, his face almost expressionless. Then 
slowly he reached down and unbuttoned his own trousers, pulling the zipper 
apart and dropping both his trousers and his drawers to his thighs in a 
sudden motion to completely free the small but equally erected shaft of his 
own penis. He glanced portentously back down at Miss White's squirming 
ass-cheeks, then once more looked up at Joe's face. Gradually an expression 
of perception appeared, and with it a look Craig could only construe as 
respect. 

Then slowly the determined youngster walked forward and climbed up on the 
bed behind Miss White. He stood straight up on his knees, took a deep 
breath, and then reached down slowly to brush his fingers across the pinkly 
glistening lips of Miss White's cunt. As her buttocks suddenly jerked in 
surprise, he began to spread the sticky flowing moisture upward from her 
glistening cunt-lips between her naked buttocks and over the tight little 
hole of her anus. 

Karen had hardly even noticed the sagging of the bed as Craig climbed up 
behind her. As his finger had first brushed along the lips of her cunt and 
then slipped across the little membrane that separated it from her forbidden 
anus, she'd assumed that it was being done by Bobby. Then her body stiffened 
as she felt the alien finger begin to press moistly against the tight little 
nether opening, and as she experienced the first slight stab of pain, 
intuition told her there was something very strange going on. And even as 
she continued to gently suck at Joe's once again erected cock, she managed 
to gaze down at her own body, and she realized with a sudden surge of 
apprehension that both of Bobby's hands were fondling her voluptuous 
breasts. 

Then the pressure further increased, and suddenly Karen let Joe's penis slip 
from her mouth. She jerked her head around, staring wide-eyed with shock and 
horror at the sight of Craig Martin, positioned behind her just as Joe had 
been before. 

"Craig?" she gasped, for a minute completely unable to comprehend what the 
imaginative youngster had on his mind. 

Then as the pressure on the little anal ring increased, and she fathomed the 
look of cold determination in the sensitive young boy's eyes, the 
explanation became shockingly apparent. 

For a moment Karen was too astonished to speak, or to move. Then suddenly 
she lurched forward, her eyes opening even wider as the first joint of 
Craig's index finger popped up inside her sensitive little anus. 

"No!" Karen gasped. "No! I know what you're thinking, Craig, and I'm not 
going to do that!" 

But in spite of Karen's warning, the pressure continued and increased. Then 
Craig's expression changed, he sighed, and slowly started to draw his finger 
out of the tight little hole, which now seemed to cling protestingly. And 
before Karen was able to protest further to the ultimate indignity to which 
Craig had been about to subject her to, Joe suddenly grabbed her ears, 
jerking her face back around and again thrusting the saliva-coated hardness 
of his penis back between her lips. Then she shuddered as she heard his next 
words. "Don't be a prude, Miss White. Jesus, Craig wants to get in on the 
fun too. It's the only hole you've got left." 

As Karen futilely tried to pull her face upward, Joe held tightly to her 
hair and ears, pressing the mound of his pubis against her nose and lips so 
that she was completely gagged by the lust-inflamed rigidity of his cock 
thrust all the way to the back of her throat, making it impossible for her 
to speak. 

"Go ahead, Craig," Joe said. "Fuck her in the ass. With the three of us 
working on her we'll make a real woman of her yet." 

Completely helpless, Karen waited, her little anus clinging tightly in 
defense. She'd never been in such a predicament in her life. The very 
thought of what Craig had in mind almost made her skin crawl. Yet at the 
same time her body was continuing to respond to the lewd ravishment of her 
two other orifices. During the whole interruption Bobby had never ceased the 
hunching of his own buttocks up and down on the bed. And even as she tried 
to wrestle emotionally with Craig's ruthless threat to penetrate her 
unprotected anus, she could feel a new fluttering of desire surging through 
her breasts and loins and belly from the continued assault of Bobby's 
throbbing penis plunging swiftly deeper and deeper into her sensitive 
vagina. 

Craig hesitated, looking alternately at Joe's encouraging face and down at 
Miss White's squirming buttocks, still proffered in ripe invitation, the 
brown little hole of her anus beckoning him, calling forth a perverse animal 
nature in his character which he hadn't even suspected until this moment. 
But as badly as he wanted to, and wounded and embittered as he felt as a 
result of Miss White's unrestrained response to the intrusion of the other 
two boys, Craig couldn't bring himself to do that, to sodomize her, 
completely against her will. And when he spoke, it was in a quivering, 
pleading, almost whining voice. 

"Please, Miss White. I can't sit there and watch while they do this to you. 
And I won't hurt you. I've got a real little penis. I'm sure it'll fit into 
your asshole just fine." 

Karen sobbed helplessly around the blunt bulbous cock-head jammed almost to 
the back of her throat, feeling tears swell to her eyes as she realized the 
state of degradation to which she'd sunk. Then, in spite of all her shame 
and humiliation, a delicious little spasm shook her body as she felt Craig's 
hand move back to her helplessly up-thrust ass-cheeks, and his finger again 
venture cautiously into the sensitive crack. It was too much. It was more 
than Craig should ask of her, but now she couldn't protest even if she 
wanted to. And oddly enough she no longer knew for sure if she didn't want 
to. She knew from the, brief experience when Craig had inserted his finger 
just into the entrance of her anus that to actually allow him to fuck her in 
that tight little orifice would be painful. But there were many things that 
were painful in a woman's life. And she knew she would be able to endure. 
And it would be a way of redeeming herself for the pain and humiliation she 
must have caused Craig tonight in her completely wanton response to the 
assault the other two teenage boys had inflicted upon her, in her complete 
abandonment of him. 

Then suddenly Karen's body stiffened as she felt the resumption of the sharp 
pressure against her elastic little anal ring. Her eyes opened wide as she 
stared straight ahead into the sparse dark curls of Joe Wilson's pubic hair, 
still unable to look around or utter a further protest and Craig's finger 
gradually sunk back into her already lewdly moistened anal orifice. She 
lurched forward, her whole body trembling from the fiery sensation as the 
searing penetration persisted. There was no escape. Craig's finger burrowed 
forward into her rectum in spite of all her attempts to clench her buttocks 
and contract the little hole in resistance. It sank to the first knuckle, 
then continued the hotly piercing intrusion until it was embedded all the 
way up into her forbidden rectum. 

Then, following that ruthless manual assault on the most tender and 
sensitive orifice, Karen could hardly believe the humiliation in Craig's 
pleading voice as he continued. "Please, Miss White, just let me fuck you in 
the ass just this one time and I'll never ask again. Please, I read about it 
in a book and I've always wanted to try it and write about it myself." 

Karen said nothing. She still couldn't speak. She didn't have the strength 
to free her head and face from Joe Wilson's strong grip. 

"Speak up, Miss White," Joe said mockingly above her. "If you don't want 
Craig to fuck you in the ass, say no." 

Whimpering with shame, Karen waited in speechless terror. 

"Go ahead, Craig," Joe encouraged. 

"I don't know," Craig said in a voice almost defeated, slowly starting to 
draw the finger out of Karen's anus again. Then the completely subjugated 
English teacher made a decision that even she couldn't believe. She suddenly 
found herself wanting Craig to do what he proposed. Lewd and obscene as the 
act might be, once the question had been raised, her unnatural lust now 
demanded it. Though she still could not speak, she answered in the only way 
she knew: she again resumed her hungry sucking of Joe Wilson's cock; once 
more she began to hunch up and down on the impaling shaft that invaded her 
loins from beneath; and at the same time she rocked her buttocks back, 
offering her small puckered anus in even more obvious invitation to the 
young boy behind her. 

Then a muffled grunt rose in Karen's throat and her body again lurched 
forward as the finger was replaced by the small, but nonetheless frightening 
head of Craig's penis. She trembled as she felt the boy hesitate, then 
slowly he shoved forward and the hard little cock-head lunged up against the 
tightly resisting opening and began to work slowly up inside. The sudden 
white hot pain caused tears to rush to her eyes and spill in glistening 
droplets down her cheeks. She shuddered, flailing her head from side to side 
as the teenager pushed ruthlessly against her ripely up-thrust buttocks and 
the small shaft of cockflesh surged hungrily all the way up into her tight 
fitting rectum. 

This, Karen thought deliriously, must be the ultimate in subjugation. She 
was squatted on top of the youngster lying prone beneath her, her vagina 
stretched and filled by his lewdly skewering cock. Her face was buried in 
the loins of a boy kneeling before her, her nose snuggled into the few dark 
curls of his pubic hair, her mouth obscenely violated by his cum-slickened 
cock. And behind her, a third youngster was beginning to skewer slowly in 
and out between her buttocks, his penis hopelessly impaling her to the hilt 
in her most forbidden and sensitive orifice. And there was nothing she could 
do to resist. 

But it wasn't as bad as she'd expected. The pain Karen derived from the 
skewering of her rectum was tempered by an even more vivid sensation of 
pleasure, however masochistic. And that pleasure was only complemented by 
the continued violation of the other orifices of her mouth and cunt. Her 
loins were on fire from the triple skewering and even as she continued to 
shudder fearfully from the devastating sensation of being fucked in the 
anus, little undeniable ripples of pleasure began to course out over her 
body in contrast to the pain. And as the three boys began to hunch in a 
strangely syncopated rhythm, her moans of agony and protest gradually 
evolved, becoming finally mewls of forbidden pleasure as her rectal passage 
was completely lubricated and Craig began to squirm his buttocks faster and 
faster and fuck harder and harder against the ripe cheeks of her ass. 

For a few moments longer Karen languished in limbo, a part of her continuing 
to rebel against the humiliating ordeal the three boys were subjecting her 
to and specifically to the searing sensation of Craig now fucking without 
restraint in and out of the tight little hole of her tight rectum. But 
another part of her had begun to cry out for more and more of the depraved 
delightful sensation. And as she realized that soon the three boys might be 
ejaculating simultaneously into all three of her orifices, the sheer mental 
imagery prompted in her mind was more than enough to compensate for her 
reservations. Finally, unable to control herself any longer, Karen began to 
respond wholeheartedly. She sucked ravenously at Joe's penis, once again 
longing for that new and exquisite taste of male sperm which she had never 
even experienced until tonight. She shimmied her loins up and down on 
Bobby's hard rod of cock-flesh, grinding her pubis against his to cause raw 
tingles to dart from the little bud of her clitoris out over her softly 
perspiring flesh. She flexed and contracted her anus tightly about Craig's 
smaller cock, further increasing the friction and sensation, now relishing 
everything, the whole of the incredible experience, even the faint but 
nonetheless lingering pain. 

Craig grunted excitedly to Miss White's sudden unexpected response. He was 
fucking her in the ass and she was enjoying even this. There must be no 
limit to what a woman could like once she'd been convinced to try it. And 
Miss White was a real woman. Of that there was no doubt. 

At the head of the bed, Joe's lust was completely rejuvenated. His penis had 
swelled to full erection in Miss White's eagerly sucking mouth and now he 
was ramming his loins viciously against her face, driving the hard throbbing 
head down against the length of her tongue to the back of her throat. And 
beneath her Bobby could already feel the cum surging up in his balls in 
anticipation of its second mad dash toward ejaculation, in less than an 
hour. 

For a few moments longer the triple ravishment of Karen White continued. 
During the course of scarcely a week she had gone from frigidity, through an 
evolution progressing to complete sexuality. She had tonight submitted to 
every indecent act a woman could be expected to endure without completely 
crossing over into the realm of sexual psychosis. She had never been so 
filled in her life. Nor had she ever been so fulfilled. She was going to cum 
again. It seemed she was going to cum three times at once. Her lips tingled. 
Her vagina quivered. Her anus contracted madly. Yet the sensation in the 
three separately ravished orifices was becoming hopelessly enmeshed. She 
could no longer distinguish one from the other, and between them an electric 
current seemed to have been set up, completely consuming her nakedly 
squirming body. And as she felt the first shattering waves of ecstasy begin 
to course through her she only further intensified her own wanton thrashing, 
the tight caresses of her anus and vagina on the two penises that violated 
them, the urgent sucking of her lips and tongue on the cock fucking into her 
mouth. For she was determined that the boys should cum with her. 

Yet moments later, when it finally happened, Karen was hardly even aware of 
it on conscious logical terms. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced. 
It was sheer obliteration, a montage of spurting sperm and skewering cocks, 
of groans and grunts, shuddering, and quivering and gasping for breath. She 
didn't consciously know that she was cumming, because her mind was turned on 
to a world of its own. She could only crouch there in sexual near-hysteria, 
feeling the violent surges of her orgasm roaring through her quivering belly 
and washing mindlessly over her helplessly skewered body. It seemed to go on 
for an eternity, which she would realize instants later as reality returned, 
might have only encompassed minutes. Three boys buffeted and wracked her 
body as it had never been wracked before, their own perverse enjoyment of 
the final subjugation of the freshman class English teacher endowing them 
with a strength and sexual energy not one of the three had ever before 
known, building to a devastating crescendo of motion. 

But the three boys were more vocal than Karen when their orgasms hit. 

"Oh gees, oh gees," Bobby moaned. "Oh man, oh man!" 

"Unh, unh, unh," Joe grunted over and over again as the semen rushed from 
his drum-tight young balls. And Craig, still amazed at the exquisite 
tightness of his teacher's anus gripping like a vise around his sensitive 
member, could only whine and whimper till he was almost crying with 
pleasure. 

Then gradually the movements slacked off. Bobby went abruptly limp beneath 
Karen, and before her she felt Joe's penis begin to deflate in her mouth. 
Behind her, Craig continued his own racking lunges for a few moments longer, 
then sagged tiredly on her back and buttocks. 

The four of them were still in that position moments later when 
Superintendent Dirkson started up the sidewalk and happened to notice that 
the curtain over the open front window had been pulled aside to afford a 
view of practically the whole inside of Miss White's apartment. He couldn't 
resist a glance, and what he saw probably astonished him more than anything 
he'd ever witnessed in his life. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Karen White strode briskly down the busy city street, clutching her coat 
tightly together in front in defense against the early autumn cold. She 
walked to the corner of a busy intersection, watching a policeman with 
apparent vaudeville inclinations going through the motions of directing 
traffic. Then she turned and continued to the middle of that block before 
she stopped before a small shabby looking bookstall with a sign out front 
proclaiming THE BOHEMIA CORNER. She hesitated, then walked inside and went 
quickly to the magazine rack. 

Karen stooped to the lower shelf, pushing aside several magazines about 
hobbies and mechanics to pull out a small plain covered periodical, printed 
under obvious financial limitations. She straightened up, hardly able to 
bring herself to open the monthly magazine, which specialized in publishing 
the kind of short stories more commercial enterprises would not accept. Then 
she opened it and read quickly from the table of contents. 

Craig's story, which the young teacher had submitted under a pseudonym the 
two of them had agreed on shortly before she'd had to leave the school, 
appeared on page twenty-seven. 

Feeling a warmth rise in her breast, Karen walked over to the counter and 
paid the clerk for the magazine. 

She couldn't wait to reread the story. She wondered how it would affect her 
now. She was a different woman than she had been when Craig had first 
submitted his story to her in class, and though she had gone through some 
hard times in transition, she could not help but be thankful he had been so 
bold as to do it. Karen had had other men since that afternoon 
Superintendent Dirkson had found her and Bobby and Joe and Craig in that 
most incriminating sexual posture on the bed of her apartment. 

As a matter-of-fact, she'd even been to bed with Superintendent Dirkson in 
exchange for his agreeing not to expel the three boys from school. But that 
was another story. As were the men she'd known and made love to since 
meeting Craig. 


THE END
