Teacher's Lesson
by Grace Wilkinson 


INTRODUCTION 

Teaching is a profession for the dedicated. However there is more than one 
type of dedication. One takes the form of making available as much material 
as possible and leaving it for the student to learn or not, weeding out the 
failures on a statistical basis, with no thought of which students fail or 
pass, only that a certain number succeed and are able to compete with 
graduates of other systems for scholarships and honors in various colleges. 

Another type of dedicated teacher works individually with each student, 
bringing the student to his own level of attainment and instilling in him a 
love of learning and an interest in helping himself. 

Two such diverse types are the focal point of Teacher's Lesson by Grace 
Wilkinson. Here we find Judy Turner, a beautiful young teacher who is 
dedicated to helping each of her students fulfill him or herself. In her 
five years at Old Paramus, a one-room school house, she has won the love and 
respect of all her students as well as heir parents. And she hopes some day 
to have her own private school where she can utilize the benefit of what she 
has learned from teaching in what is generally considered an outmoded 
structure. 

Nonetheless, a conflict ensues when her school district gets a new 
superintendent. Archibald Feather is an ambitious man, and he immediately 
focuses on Old Paramus as an antiquated eyesore in an otherwise progressive 
school system. He sees Judy Turner as a rebel and a maverick, wasting the 
school district's funds where they could be better utilized for the entire 
system. 

There is little question who will be the victor in the struggle that 
follows. Archibald Feather is a reasonable man, and he has all the arguments 
of reason on his side: efficiency, thrift, progress, conformity. Judy 
Turner's arguments are based on her heart. She loves her school and the 
students. Furthermore, she is innocent to the ways of the world. Her total 
sexual experience at the age of twenty-six is zero. 

It is her misfortune to witness the sexual activity of two of her young 
students. She is shocked, and she immediately relates the incident to the 
boy's father, Larry Williams, a widower whom she has dated on several 
occasions. Instead of sharing her shock and sympathizing with her, Larry 
seduces her, virtually raping her. The young teacher is horrified, but at 
the same time, she becomes increasingly aware of her own neglected sexual 
needs. 

Archibald Feather, being a perceptive to say nothing of ruthless man, senses 
the young teacher's needs and he sets up various strategies to involve Judy 
Turner in unwanted but irresistible sexuality. 

In the end, the reasonable approach of Archibald Feather prevails with the 
school board, but it no longer matters to Judy Turner, for she has, through 
various incidents, become virtually a new woman a woman no longer dedicated 
to teaching, but a full, well rounded woman in various other ways. 

The conflict of the two types of educational dedication, along with the 
gradual, often painful, sexual awakening of a young woman, make for a 
gripping story. 

We, the Publishers, are certain that the mature adult reader will welcome 
Teacher's Lesson as a valuable addition to his library. 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

The ball sped high in a wide curve through the brilliant blue of the 
September sky, and a roar went up from the young throats. Meadow birds 
squawked excitedly and flapped their wings frantically above the rough dirt 
diamond laid out on the playground that had been dug out of the field high 
above the lazy, winding river. 

Glittering in the sun like mirrors, the windows of the shabby square white 
schoolhouse looked down on the tense game. A steep path connected the dusty 
playground to the steps of Old Paramus School, and then it wound on below to 
a storage shed and on to the ribbon of highway that bordered the narrow 
river. 

The dirt diamond was churned with dust and the air filled with it as the 
tall, shapely legged teacher flew around the bases, her carelessly braided 
hair flaying out in a red streak behind her like a flag. The screams were 
frantic now, and the students raced to try to stop her before she reached 
home plate. Finally one plump perspiring boy dug the ball out of the grass 
near the highway and flung it back up to the field in a mighty heave. 

"Hurry! Quick! Get it over here." 

"Hurray! We won!" 

"That's not fair! Miss Turner's too good! Her team always wins!" 

"Gosh, Miss Turner, you're better'n any of us. You always hit a home run." 

Judy stood panting and laughing behind home plate, flinging her pigtail 
aside to keep her long burnished hair out of her eyes and wiping her finely 
chiseled features with the back of her hand. She waved the outfielders in 
with one arm and they came struggling up, complaining and grumbling. 

"Stop grumbling," she laughed, trying to catch her breath. "Everybody has 
the same chance...besides, I'll be on the other team tomorrow." 

Her face shining with perspiration while her full firm breasts still heaved 
with her efforts, Judy Turner gathered her charges. She was tired but happy. 
There was nothing like a good baseball game to clear the blood and use up 
some of the kids' boundless energy. 

They trooped up the path by two's and three's and four's, all twenty-three 
of them, while Judy collected the balls and bats and started wearily up 
after them. At twenty-six, she could still keep up with them, even the big 
ones, for the students of Old Paramus School ranged in ages from six to 
sixteen. 

A tall, Irish-looking girl with emerald-green eyes, she had her coppery hair 
pulled into a thin braid that bobbed against the tops of her buttocks as she 
climbed, and she moved with the easy grace of a practiced athlete. There was 
no extra fat on her long, shapely legs or slender arms, and her high full 
breasts were full and succulent looking, set wide apart. They bounced softly 
like ripe firm melons above her small indented waist and gracefully curved 
hips. Judy was slightly taller than the average girl, and she had felt the 
stares and curiosity of strangers all her life because of it. 

It was as though no one could quite believe her tall vital figure, her 
cream-white skin, sleek and slightly tanned from the sun, and her brilliant 
white smile, accenting her sparkling green eyes and long flaming hair, to 
say nothing of her voluptuous breasts and shapely thighs. Looking at her one 
couldn't help but think of old Gaelic legends or of some mythical tale of an 
Irish colleen, as she strode up the path with an air of health and genial 
optimism. It was as though she were bathed in a fiery light, carrying her 
aura with her, and thus she seemed untouchable and almost unreal to most 
people. So full of life herself, when most people rejected so much vitality, 
she aroused curiosity, envy and awe, and her beauty, warmth and eager 
openness literally dazzled more ordinary people. 

"Miss Turner!" 

Judy froze on the path and turned to peer warily in the direction of the 
voice, puffing a stray wisp of scarlet hair out of her eyes. Her green eyes 
focused on a tall man standing in the deep shadows of the shed. He stood 
still as a statue, immaculate, well-dressed and unsmiling. 

Judy shivered at the sound of his voice, and now that she was closer, she 
realized that it was indeed the tall commanding figure of Archibald Feather, 
his well chiseled features a granite mask, his ice-blue eyes as cold as his 
penetrating voice that sent prickles of apprehension darting up her spine. 

"Why, Mr. Feather...how nice of you to take the time to come up to visit us. 
We don't get many visitors here at Old Paramus...do come up to the 
school...I was just getting the children inside...after...." 

"Yes. I know what you were doing. That's why I wish to speak to you here." 

The tone of Feather's voice and his chill manner as she stood uncertainly in 
front of him made Judy feel almost like a naughty student herself. She 
suddenly became embarrassedly aware of how hot and dusty she was, and she 
nervously balanced the balls and bats precariously in her arms, her pleated 
linen skirt feeling uncomfortably short and showing too much tanned thigh. 
Her sweater clung too tightly, and her old sneakers felt very unsuitable 
under his critical gaze. 

"Miss Turner," Archibald Feather repeated once again, folding his arms and 
staring down at the panting, disheveled teacher. He could smell the cologne 
that her exertions had made more discernible, a clean, flowery scent. A 
ridiculous vision of this striking red-haired girl rolling nakedly down a 
sun-drenched meadow, crushing wildflowers under her youthful smooth skin, 
came unbidden into his head. Her full ripe breasts were still lifting with 
every breath, and her tight sweater clung to the firmly rounded mounds. Her 
brilliant smile was faltering uncertainly now, and a small worried frown 
creased her forehead. Archibald Feather felt his gut tighten lustfully at 
the sight of her. 

"That kind of fraternizing with the students can't do them any good...or 
you," he intoned coldly. 

"You mean . . . ? " 

"I mean that ridiculous baseball game I just witnessed." 

"But...I've always played games along with the children...it's part of what 
I try to accomplish...I mean...." 

Judy set the bats and balls down in confusion, wiping her hands 
self-consciously down the pleats of her short skirt. This man was just as 
cold as she had sensed even under his smiles at the tea. Damn! Just when 
things were going so well! Another year or two and she'd be able to get that 
grant to open her own private school. It seemed so close now. 

It was a dream that had slowly taken shape and grown with each of her five 
years at Old Paramus School. The county just didn't seem to realize what it 
had lost when they did away with the old one-room schoolhouses that used to 
educate the young of America. She hadn't realized herself until she had come 
here straight from the exclusive Hunter College in the North, full of the 
jargon and theories of education, discarding them one by one as experience 
taught her the value and the efficiency of having to teach all grades in a 
single room...from the first grade through high school. 

At first it had seemed hopelessly outmoded and rural, but she'd grown to 
love the easy cooperation that it imposed, the helping of the children when 
they were out here alone with her and had to get along together and make do 
with what they had. It was an experience in living as well as in teaching. 
Little by little, she had grown to really love the little school. She found 
herself formulating whole new approaches to teaching, and was exhilarated at 
seeing them work. There was no way she could go back to a town school 
now...back to the dreary regimen of a well regulated public city school. It 
was unthinkable. But the criticism from the new superintendent now gave her 
a momentary stab of apprehension. 

"Miss Turner, I will send a playground supervisor down for you. Someone who 
is trained in supervising children's recess games. You must never again put 
yourself in the position of being on the same competitive level with your 
students. It destroys discipline. Now perhaps you had better show me around 
Old Paramus School." 

"Yes, of course, Mr. Feather." 

The tour didn't take long. There was very little to see of the complete 
operations. The school consisted of one long room with the boys' and girls' 
washrooms at one end and a small library which she had accumulated with the 
children's help at the other end of the room. Set in an alcove just off the 
entry was a small cloakroom. The shed near the path coming up from the 
highway held the sporting equipment and a primitive water pump that managed 
to bring water up to the washrooms. 

The large schoolroom was full of exhibits the children had created, most of 
them from last year, since the school term for this year had barely started. 
Archibald Feather stood surveying the long room, the students bent to their 
work in an unnatural quietness because of his alien presence. Usually the 
place was a beehive of activity as the various grades went about their 
assignments. 

"I believe that your classroom discipline is adequate," the superintendent 
admitted grudgingly to Judy as he turned to go out the door to the small 
porch. 

Judy closed the door after them and stood on the unpainted porch with 
Archibald Feather. She was shaking inside and hoped that she would be able 
to contain her anger until after he had left. He hadn't had one good thing 
to say about the school. Everything had been wrong according to him. His 
caustic statements had wounded her deeply, for the school was "hers", she 
realized suddenly. It was as much a part of her as her own house or her 
horse. He was attacking something she loved almost as if it were a person. 
The old building, the rusty plumbing, the wild meadow that surrounded the 
sides and back of the school, the ocean lapping below, the hot ribbon of 
highway that roared with traffic back and forth from Norfolk to Charleston. 

"But there's no question that what you need most for the moment is a 
playground supervisor," he told her. Feather looked down at the trembling 
girl. As tall as she was five feet eight inches he looked down at her 
comfortably from his height of six feet four inches. She was shaking quite 
visibly, now. Well, she'll shake a lot worse when I close up this 
dilapidated ruin of a school, he thought. It's ridiculous that my district 
should have the last one-room schoolhouse in the state...antiquated and 
costly and old fashioned. However, Archibald Feather had no intention of 
disclosing his plans to Judy Turner just yet. She would find out in good 
time. 

"I'd really prefer to do it the way we have been, Mr. Feather. You see, 
I...." 

"Nonsense," the tall superintendent interrupted, slipping his hand in a 
surprising fatherly fashion under Judy's arm and walking down the steps with 
her. He could feel the roundness of her breast brushing the back of his hand 
as he held her firmly. "No teacher ever turns down an offer for help. And 
you certainly need help for the playground. A male attendant will be most 
suitable...all children need a good strong male image. Particularly since my 
records show that many of these children come from welfare homes without 
fathers." 

Judy was trembling violently now, and the feel of the older man's upper arm 
brushing the side of her breast was like a burn that scarred her skin. His 
eyes were turned on her, and the iciness had softened to a lustful sharpness 
as his frank sexual stare followed the outline of her body appraisingly. It 
was as though he were a Jekyll and Hyde, and he was suddenly transformed 
from the strictly business-like superintendent to an anonymous male animal 
who scented a fresh young quarry. She shuddered. 

She was confused and didn't meet his eyes with hers, shrinking from the 
frankly hungry gaze that probed beneath her clothes for her lush nakedness. 
My God, the man was mad. First he came down and disdainfully ripped her 
school to figurative shreds, and then he calmly began ripping her clothes 
off with his insulting gaze. It seemed too bizarre. Feather had the tall 
stately grace of a prince, unquestionably masculine, unquestionably able and 
haughtily aware of his own competence. He was a man women find attractive. 
Strong chiseled features, piercing blue eyes, an aggressive jaw, brown hair 
that barely ruffled even in the wind, as though his body were immune to the 
ordinary acts of nature which others must fight against. 

The older man could feel the young teacher trembling violently now, as 
though a chill had gripped her instead of only his hand on her arm. She was 
a big, beautiful girl, quite un-like the usual run of teachers he had known. 
His eyes traced her long thighs where the wind whipped her skirt against her 
body. No, she wouldn't have had many dates, he decided. She was too 
beautiful, too unapproachable-looking. Suddenly, his cock lurched hard 
against his pants leg. It would be exciting to tame this girl, for her 
spirit came out in her eyes, which flashed even now that she seemed 
overwhelmed by his presence. Yes, he would have quite a time with this one. 
But then he had the advantage. He knew a great deal more about Judy Turner 
than she knew about him. 

He couldn't very well not know about her. Since he'd arrived as district 
superintendent, he'd received numerous letters and phone calls from town 
mothers demanding to have their children transferred to Old Paramus School. 
In her five years there, some of her students had gone on to win valuable 
scholarships at prestige schools, and somehow the idea had gotten around 
that it was all due to Miss Turner. It had been "Miss Turner this...." and 
"Miss Turner that.. . " until he'd gotten out her records and studied them 
carefully, asking questions of his employees who had had contacts with her. 
She was a maverick, a born rebel, giving only lip service to the programs 
and methods that the district set up, and doing as she damned well pleased 
down at the coast at Old Paramus. What it amounted to was that she was 
practically running her own private school at taxpayer's expense. 

Well, Archibald Feather had fought his way this far, and he wasn't about to 
let a crazy mixed-up twenty-six-year-old girl ruin his plans at this step of 
his career. By God, his plans did not include a teacher he couldn't ride 
herd on. One-room schoolhouse! It was out of the Dark Ages! No question 
about it, with the proper maneuvering, he would close down Old Paramus when 
he was ready and have Miss Judy Turner begging him for any kind of job in 
the district. 

"Thank you for the tour, Judy. It was most informative. I'll see you soon 
again...under perhaps...more social circumstances...." The older man 
squeezed her arm suggestively, looking straight down into her upturned green 
eyes that were both frightened and bold, obsequious and defiant. A flicker 
of something undefinable stirred in their green depths as his hand slid from 
her arm to grasp her hand. With a brief shake and not another word, 
Archibald Feather spun on his heel and stepped into his long shining car. He 
waved jauntily as he roared off down the highway toward town. 

Judy Turner stood numbly where he left her. She wanted to shake her fist at 
the retreating car, and yet her insides still felt weak from the feeling of 
his hand on her arm. She shook her head grimly. What was happening to her 
these days? A fight with Larry on their last date...and now this. Maybe 
that's just what's wrong, she thought in a sudden rush of uncharacteristic 
self-pity. Maybe I am a dried-up old maid as Larry Williams told me in 
disgust. Yet she knew that in reality, it was probable that the opposite was 
true. She'd refused to see Larry again because she was afraid of her own 
responses when he touched her. It had gotten to the point that he only had 
to smile at her in a certain way, and she would already feel moisture 
dampening her panty crotch band up between her thighs. In her own mind, 
she'd called herself a whore. 

But now...even that cold superintendent touching her arm had caused her to 
get all tingly and warm despite her intellectual aversion to the man. A 
strange cruel man, she decided. It was as though the moment he'd let down 
his facade and stopped being a superintendent, an electric-spark arced 
between them...or was it only her own overactive virgin's imagination at 
work...thinking that every man she saw wanted to make love to her? 
Still...there had been that almost dirty way he'd looked at her...as though 
he felt like ripping her clothes off and ravishing her right there on the 
spot. 

Judy Turner! You're crazy! Absolutely nuts! Stop it this instant! she 
commanded herself, making her way back up the hill to the classroom and 
forcing her mind away from such silly thoughts about a man she barely knew. 
Ridiculous! 

The afternoon sun was blazing directly through the windows of the 
schoolhouse when she finally rang the dismissal bell. The scrambling and 
yelling began immediately. And suddenly, Judy felt very, very tired. As the 
children filed out, jostling and joking, but turning to straighten up their 
desks when she reminded them, the weariness descended on her like a heavy 
cloak. Part of it was the strain of having the superintendent here and her 
ridiculous imaginings about him. 

At last the children were gone, and she wandered hollowly around the big 
room, watering the plants, putting books away, picking up pencils and items 
of clothing and depositing them in the lost-and-found box. It IS a good 
school, she thought inanely as she looked around at the empty desks where so 
much of her young life had been invested. It IS a good school! And Archibald 
Feather can fry in hell! 

Locking up the big outside door, Judy thought she heard something. She 
listened, standing very still on the schoolhouse porch, but the only sound 
was the wind rushing through the trees, blowing off the sea inland. I'm just 
jumpy, she decided. It's all because of that horrid man coming down to 
criticize and sneer. 

Judy stiffened. There it was again. Voices. She was absolutely sure this 
time that she heard voices. But all the children should be gone by 
now...long ago. She tiptoed down the steps and strained to listen once 
again. 

"Oooooh, yessss...fuck me...fuck me!" 

Judy froze in her tracks, sure this time that her imagination had gone wild 
and was playing tricks on her. God, she must be hallucinating here in broad 
daylight! It must be the wind...or the echo of the cars racing by on the 
highway below. She stood listening again, almost certain that she'd hear 
nothing more than that. 

"Fuck...that's it, baby...fuck back . . . ! " 

Sucking in her breath in trepidation, Judy started off into the bushes where 
she thought the voices had come from. She stopped behind the big oak tree 
that the children climbed so gleefully and leaned against the rough bark, 
her heart almost thudding out of her breast. She waited, and this time she 
knew she wasn't imagining things. 

"Harder, Keith...harder . . . ! " 

The terrible words came to her as clearly as if she were standing right next 
to...to whom? Who could it be out there in the bushes? 

Judy's face peered hesitantly around the huge trunk of the oak tree. She 
strained to see, searching the thick bushes on all sides. And then suddenly 
she discerned two white girlish legs raised in the air among the bushes. Oh, 
God! Another few steps and she'd have stumbled over the couple. Hippies. It 
must be hippies out rutting in the bushes like animals. The highway was full 
of them hitchhiking most of the time. 

As her sight focused on the couple nearby, Judy suddenly recognized the face 
of the boy. It was Keith Williams! Larry's little boy! Keith! But he was 
only fifteen years old, and here he was lying between the outstretched 
thighs of some innocent young girl. 

Judy felt weak and faint. How could he? How could a student of hers behave 
in such a wicked way? She leaned heavily against the tree, unable to tear 
her unbelieving eyes away from the incredible sight of the two young 
children mating in the thick bushes almost under her very nose. 

"Ooooh, that's it, Keith...fuck me with that nice big prick of yours!" 

The boy was willingly diving into the wet pink slit between the girl's 
outspread legs. Judy could make out an inch or so of the boy's stiffened 
cock as it pounded into the girl's open cunt, and she could even see the 
crumpled little pucker of the girl's dark anus. Then she tore her eyes away 
and looked at the girl's face. Merciful heaven! It was Sandy Martin! 
Fourteen-year-old Sandy Martin! My God...she was a mere child. . . but here 
she was talking like a slut...a whore! It couldn't be...it just couldn't be! 
But even as the words formed themselves inside her head, Judy was aware that 
she was fighting vainly against what she was witnessing with her own two 
eyes. These children were...but she couldn't bring herself to pronounce the 
word inside her brain. These mere children had named it accurately, but. . . 
she...their teacher...could not. 

Suddenly the word exploded resoundingly inside her brain. Fucking! They're 
fucking! You ridiculous twenty-six-year-old virgin. . . they're fucking! 
They know exactly what they 're doing. This obviously isn't any first-time 
performance for either of them. 

Judy's mind raced frantically to find an alternative solution...a way out of 
this unbelievable situation. But even as she watched, Keith, smiling 
lustfully, drove more urgently into the brown-haired girl's willing body, 
and he propped himself firmly in a push-up position on his elbows. 

Young Sandy squirmed below him as he reached into her clothing and grabbed 
on to one of her budding young breasts, pushing back the open blouse and 
exposing his lascivious action to Judy's horrified gaze. The young girl, 
barely past puberty, seemed to be enjoying every minute of the teenage boy's 
rampantly pumping cock hammering in and out of her tender loins, and the boy 
kneaded her small, firm breast with lustful vigor. 

Fighting frantically to release herself from this nightmare she was trapped 
in, and which she now realized with a shudder of horror was not a figment of 
her haunted imagination, Judy almost broke into bitter laughter, remembering 
her own feverish sensations when Archibald Feather had merely touched her 
arm. Mad! I must really be mad! Judy thought wildly. 

Despite her revulsion at witnessing such vile actions, she felt greatly 
concerned about Sandy's safety. The girl seemed far too young to really 
understand what she was doing to herself, and she seemed to have complete 
trust in Keith who was so gleefully pinching and pulling at the taut little 
nipple of her exposed young breast. 

The boy's hand left Sandy's breast and he adjusted his position, placing 
both hands firmly on the ground above her shoulders. Suddenly, he lurched 
forward, ramming his turgid little cock all the way up inside the young 
girl's welcoming pussy, forcing a deep groan from Sandy's lips. 

Imagining the girl to be in unbearable pain, Judy had a strong impulse to 
lunge forward and pull the demoniacally grinning boy from Sandy's ravaged 
young loins. But she checked herself, and she was again held back by the 
incredible curiosity that was gnawing at her. As she struggled madly with 
herself, she saw Sandy's hips begin a rhythmic rotation as she lay under 
Keith, skewered on his invading cock. The staggering realization came to 
Judy that this girl was no novice at such lurid actions. 

The young teacher tried to block out the depraved spectacle before her, but 
she couldn't. 

She couldn't bring herself either to step forward and break them apart or 
turn and run away. She had to look the hellish exposition was mesmerizing 
her. Not six feet from where she stood, the youthful couple was heaving and 
bucking in an obscene fucking unison. She could see the tiny pink ridges of 
Sandy's brown-fringed pussy clasped tightly around the base of Keith's 
glistening cock as he thrust into her with each savage stroke. A moist 
sucking sound of intercourse sounded in the air, and the thud of his 
sperm-laden young balls slapping against the young girl's willingly upturned 
ass-cheeks joined it melodiously. 

As Judy watched in a near-coma of horror and fascination, she felt once more 
the hand of Archibald Feather creeping around her arm and brushing against 
her breast. Though her mind was repelled by the debasing exhibition before 
her, she could feel the tips of her breasts tightening to tiny buttons under 
her sweater. Her green eyes were wide in hypnotized disbelief as she saw 
Keith's heavily surging cock sliding up and down through the little 
mouth-shaped opening of Sandy's cunt. She knew she should run over and tear 
them apart, but the tightness in her throat would not permit her to cry out. 
She closed her eyes and pressed her head back against the tree trunk, but 
still the vision of Keith's rampaging cock, wet and shining, buffeting into 
the moist softness of Sandy's nakedly clenching vagina raced through her 
mind. She screwed her eyes tightly, but still she couldn't blot out the lewd 
vulgar picture. The couple's loud gasps and the wet sucking noises of their 
adolescent copulation drifted to her ears, magnifying the image a thousand 
times. 

The picture ground harder into Judy's brain, and a paralyzing thought 
suddenly struck her like a blow. Why did they come behind the school to do 
this? Why did she stay to watch? Why didn't she go for help or tear them 
apart like two misbehaving puppies? Why? 

The red-haired young teacher stood still, transfixed with horror, unable to 
tear her eyes away from the lewd spectacle. She watched with mounting terror 
as the boy reached a hand down between them, his fingers curling around the 
long hard shaft of his lust-filled member, and raised his slimly muscled 
buttocks high in the air, aiming his young cock straight into Sandy's soft, 
naked and defenseless cunt, jerking eagerly as he paused there a moment 
before brutally plunging in once again. She saw the muscles of his back and 
legs tense mightily, cording out under his tanned skin; his buttocks 
hollowed, and he plunged forcefully, using all of his strength to drive his 
erect penis deep up into the tight, moist channel that waited naked and 
vulnerable between Sandy's thin young thighs. 

He buried his long, thick, lust-inflated cock as far as it would go up into 
her narrow vagina in one smooth stabbing stroke, his balls slapping dully up 
against her upturned behind, their pelvic bones coming together with a 
fleshy resounding smack. 

Sandy gasped up into the boy's face; it was a gasp of pain and surprise, as 
her knees jerked involuntarily, and she screwed her buttocks back and down 
into the soft grass to escape the suddenly brutal impalement of her loins, 
her toes curling under to the soles of her small delicate feet with the 
agony of her lover's attack. 

The boy withdrew his rod of lust-hardened young flesh before flexing his 
hips and plunging it forward and in again, as Sandy moaned loudly and 
incessantly up into his face. Once more, he withdrew his turgid penis from 
her widely spread cuntal opening, until the head of his cock could be seen 
by the watching teacher. She stared in open-mouthed fascination at the 
smooth red fleshy knob where it perched in the moistness of the young girl's 
coral-lined sex passage. Unexplainably, then, Sandy's tapering white legs 
lashed out suddenly around the boy's narrow flexing buttocks, straining to 
pull the great length and breadth of his fully erect cock back up inside her 
hungering vagina. The cords on the inside of her marble-white thighs were 
raised and flexed as she shoved her sparsely-haired cunt up over his 
glistening rod of rock-hard flesh, attempting to swallow the whole of it 
once again. Her dew-moist cuntal mouth nibbled its way straight up his 
skewering shaft, her hollowing buttocks lifting several inches off the 
flattened grass, her back arched as she struggled to absorb the lusty cock 
her hungry young cunt demanded. 

A wet, viscous sound of the friction of cock and cunt sluicing hotly 
together drifted across the opening to the ears of the watching, listening 
teacher, who stared wide-eyed, contemplating a segment of the world she did 
not yet completely understand. She was still too confused and terrified to 
move from the spot. 

As Judy watched, Sandy's narrow little hips began to move, flexing 
rhythmically, beating up and down the smooth, fleshy pole embedded in her 
softly clasping channel of love, the dangling, hairless sac of the boy's 
testicles slapping in time against her tiny puckered anal ring below. Then 
Sandy was groaning, her voice sounding strange, choked, almost incoherent 
with building passion. 

"Fuck me, goddamn it! Fuck me! That's what you wanted to do...then come 
on...do it, Keith! Fuck me...hard!" the girl moaned in agonized delight. 

The lewd and shocking words spewed out of Sandy's tender young mouth. Fuck 
me! Judy couldn't allow that particularly horrifying thought to come to full 
comprehension inside her mind. She fought against it, but found herself 
unable to do anything but continue to watch in wide-eyed fascination and 
horror as the spectacle moved on to even more indecent and salacious 
passion. 

The young boy, Keith, lying on top of his fellow student, said nothing. His 
breath came in rasping, panting gasps and his jaws hung limp, as he held his 
body rigid while Sandy squirmed her vagina frantically up and down on his 
lust-rigid cock-shaft. 

Then, moving snake-like, Keith's hand curled underneath Sandy's wildly 
pumping buttocks. The tip of his middle finger circled and teased at her 
exposed young anus nestled down between the smooth white moons of her 
ass-cheeks which were working so desperately on the virile young hardness 
buried deep in her widespread loins. His finger tantalized for a moment, 
probing experimentally, and then brought a squeal of surprised pain to 
Sandy's lips as it slipped through the protective ring of muscle and 
disappeared inside, right up into the girl's cringing back passage, as her 
tortured body twisted and turned to escape the unnatural plundering. 

"Oooooh...no! Stop! Keith...you bastard! You're hurting me!" she screamed. 

Her legs kicked out as she yelped in abject pain and torment, her toes 
curling, her pelvis jerking back to escape. But then, abruptly, Sandy's hips 
began to move forward, screwing her loins up onto his invading finger 
plunged far inside her rectum. Her body began to gyrate uncontrollably, her 
legs locking tight around his back to pull him toward her, seemingly to 
impale herself more deeply on the ravishing finger rammed brutally up her 
rectum as well as on the hammering cock pounding deep up into her cunt. 

The teenage couple on the ground were frantic now. Faster and faster, they 
lunged, the boy's young cock flashing whitely in and out of the pinioned 
girl's cruelly stretched cuntal opening that glistened in the bright 
afternoon sunlight, the viscous moisture from her vagina forming dew-like 
droplets that dribbled downward to lubricate the stiff male finger probing 
deep into the channel of her rectum. Keith's naked penile shaft moved 
smoothly in and out of the tender cylinder of her cunt like a well-oiled 
piston, and their lustfully moving loins smashed together with a harsh 
slapping sound. Now, the boy jerked his finger from the flexing anus below, 
and it slipped out with a faint popping sound, as he supported his muscular 
body on both hands, his hips driving his turgid cock deeply and more 
powerfully up into the female softness of young Sandy's loins, eliciting an 
incessant mewling moan of pleasure from the child's ecstatic lips. 

Sandy screamed again in an agony of sexual rapture, the sound of it 
different, now. Judy, watching and listening, felt her own virginal 
cunt-lips quicken and draw inward, sucking hollowly on the empty space 
inside her vagina. Oh God...her panties were wet, she suddenly realized. She 
was wet with her own moisture, sexually aroused by the sight of those two 
lustful children down there in the grass and bushes, mating and snorting and 
moaning like demented animals. She pressed harder against the rough trunk of 
the oak tree and felt the thick bark scraping and mashing her full breasts 
flat, rubbing her tingling nipples to fiery nibs of heated desire. 

The redheaded young teacher clung to the tree, unable to tear her eyes away 
from the obscenely bucking young couple who were writhing in the grass, 
their exposed genitals the object of Judy's almost hypnotized attention. She 
felt her own body responding and melting as though she herself were 
participating in their obscene lascivious experience. 

Judy Turner shivered with a sudden chill even though the fevers were raging 
in her blood like molten torrents. She could no longer pretend to herself. 
With a growing sense of horror, she became dimly aware that she couldn't go 
for help or pull the young couple apart for the simple reason that watching 
them was turning her on! She was actually enjoying it! Watching their 
maniacal fucking was turning her bones to jelly with jealousy and 
frustration. The truth was...she was a virgin...a twenty-six-year-old 
virgin. Maybe Larry had been right in what he had said about her. 

The memory of his voice came back to haunt her now. "What are you...some 
kind of nut? I want to feel your breasts.. . you want my hands there...and 
you scream like a banshee...you're either crazy or senile or both!" 

Judy had gone rushing up the path to her cottage then, sobbing and moaning, 
turning at the door and screaming out at him in pain and humiliation. "I 
never want to see you again, Larry Williams!" 

"Don't worry, baby...you won't. I don't need a dried-up old maid like you!" 

Three weeks had passed since then, but he had made no move to see her. 
Finally, she realized that he wasn't going to call her, and she had tried to 
keep busy, wearing herself out with horseback riding and the school and the 
children and working in her garden. But she'd lain awake many nights 
wondering whose arms had welcomed him? What woman what real woman was 
accepting and consoling him? 

And here she was watching Larry's young son with Sandy Martin, his virile 
young cock sunk deep up into her willing young cuntal flesh as open and pink 
as a fresh young flower. 

Suddenly, Judy's full attention was jerked back to the scene before her by a 
soul-searing groan that echoed in her ears. She stared at the couple and saw 
that Keith was gasping and moaning with Sandy more softly echoing his every 
sound. The boy pummeled his lust-hardened young penis heartlessly up into 
the girl's vaginal passage, plunging in and out again and again with brutal 
force. And then Keith tensed above her, and his rigid shaft began spewing 
its illicit load deep into Sandy's upturned cunt, the force of his orgasm 
sending his cascading sperm foaming back out of her thinly hair-lined young 
pussy lips and down the desperately clenching cleft between her white 
ass-cheeks. Almost insanely, the young girl screwed her buttocks onto the 
still squirting cock sunk deep in her belly, and as the boy gave one final 
lunge into her semen-flooded vagina, she let out a whimpering wail from 
between her tightly clenched teeth, and Judy saw her body shudder violently 
as a great crest of pleasure wracked her body. 

"Aaaaaggghhh...I'm cumming! I'm cuuuummmmiiiinnnnggg!" Sandy whined out her 
orgasmic release, while Keith Williams continued to convulsively stroke into 
her without mercy, until with a low guttural grunt, he drove deep up into 
her again to the hilt, holding his cock inside her belly for breathless 
moments while his white-hot sperm continued to spurt into the pale softness 
of the fourteen-year-old's hungrily accepting pussy. 

Judy thought she could detect the pumping action in his balls, tight up in 
the cleft between Sandy's rounded little ass-cheeks, and she could see his 
puckered anus jerking and flexing spasmically. Then at last he collapsed on 
top of the girl, the full weight of his young body cradled between her 
convulsively clenching child-like thighs. 

"Goddamn, Sandy...I thought I'd never stop cumming," he gasped. 

Judy's body was taut with the tension of watching the scene before her. 
Biting her knuckles to keep her whimpers from becoming audible, Judy somehow 
managed to tear herself away without making too much noise. Once inside the 
schoolhouse, she stumbled into the girls' washroom and locked the door. When 
she was seated on the toilet, her ruined panties wet and slippery with her 
own fervent moisture, draped around her ankles, the sobs came out in 
convulsive groans as her middle finger found the shamelessly steaming lips 
of her cunt, and she tried to ease the tormented need between her legs. She 
moaned over and over to herself, "Oh God...Oh God...Oh God...." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"Anybody home? Larry...are you there?" Judy knocked again at the door of the 
old house. Her heart was in her throat, and her courage was failing her now 
that she was here...but her ex-boyfriend had to be told about the disgusting 
behavior of his teenage son. She knocked again...more insistently. Damn' she 
thought, why didn't I telephone? Then I wouldn't have to face him. The old 
house echoed emptily with her knocks, but his truck was in the yard. He must 
be around somewhere. Maybe he was down by the river. 

Following the winding path that led down to the banks of the little river, 
Judy began to have further misgivings. Suppose Larry doesn't believe me? 
Suppose he thinks I'm just making it all up to get even for his nasty 
remarks? Maybe he'll even laugh at me . . . ? 

As she plodded along the path, she thought that it would have been a lot 
easier if she'd never dated Larry or had any sort of personal contact with 
him. Under her breath, she cursed him...and Keith, too...for putting her in 
this situation. She never should have dated him. Certainly he was like no 
man she'd ever dated before. 

She wasn't sure now why she had gone out with him...pity, maybe. He was a 
far cry from the correct college boys and young businessmen she'd dated 
previously. Larry Williams was a widower with a teenage boy, and because 
Keith was in her school, motherless and not very Well motivated, she'd felt 
sorry for him...and for his father. 

Bearded and shabby in faded jeans like all the other hippie types around, 
Larry had amazed Judy when he told her that he had dropped out of a life 
very much like her own background after his wife had died. He had been a 
successful manager of a large corporation in the North, but he'd suddenly 
discovered that his life seemed empty and without satisfaction. He'd sold 
everything, packed up and moved down here to this old farm that had been in 
his family for generations. . . though no one had lived in the house or 
worked on the farm for twenty years...until Larry and young Keith arrived. 
They had fixed the place up just enough to make it livable, and they took 
care of the garden and the small orchard, but the rest of the land they 
didn't bother about. 

A status drop-out was the way Larry had described himself. Now, he didn't 
seem to do much of anything although he always seemed to be busy. He painted 
some weird paintings, learned to play a guitar though not very well and 
puttered about fixing up around the house. Her dates with him had been 
picnics by the river, an occasional experimental film, a folk dance at the 
neighborhood center in town. That was about it. "Hi!" 

Judy jumped, her red hair flaring out around her shoulders, and then she saw 
him. Shirtless, sitting on the bank of the river with a fishing pole in his 
hand, Larry grinned up at her. Strangely his blond beard and unkempt hair 
made him look younger than his thirty-six years. He motioned for her to sit 
down next to him. 

"How've you been?" he asked. 

"Larry, I...I...ah...have some bad news." 

"Oh?" he inquired casually, his warm blue eyes narrowing slightly. "What's 
that?" 

"Well...it's Keith...he...." 

"He's not hurt?" Larry interrupted urgently. 

"Oh, no...no...nothing like that...." 

"Ummm. That's good." Then he grinned mischievously. "You didn't catch him 
jacking-off behind the barn or something, did you?" 

Her face colored furiously. She wished he wouldn't be so vulgar. 

"No...no, certainly not!" she snapped. Why did he have to make it so 
difficult for her. He could see that she had a serious problem to discuss 
with him. "But...it was something like that. He...ah...he raped a girl after 
school. Right in the schoolyard...well...on the grounds." 

"Raped, huh?" Larry laughed. 

"It's not funny. This is a very serious matter. After all, he's only 
fifteen, and the girl he raped was a mere child." 

"A child, huh? How old is she?" 

"Well...fourteen...but she's much too young for that sort of thing." 

Larry laughed even harder this time. "Your idea of what's too young makes me 
laugh. You think twenty-six is too young for 'that sort of thing', too," he 
taunted her. 

"Larry! The girl's a mere child!" 

"Shit! Fourteen's old enough for most girls, anyway." 

"Larry! I saw them...the girl...and Keith!" 

"So? Keith's growing up. It happens to all of us or most of us, anyway." 

Judy was aghast at Larry's calm acceptance of this dreadful deed committed 
by his own son. "How can you sit there...as though Words failed her. No 
wonder there was so much juvenile delinquency when a parent could adopt such 
an attitude. 

"Tell me...did you really see Keith socking it to her?" Larry laughed again 
and laid down the fishing pole. Then he rose and looked closely into Judy's 
eyes. He stood over her laughing like a bearded satyr, the muscles in his 
naked chest rippling powerfully as he rubbed his hands against his dirty 
jeans. Judy instinctively shrank back a step, her eyes drawn magnet-like to 
his naked brawn, the blond curling hair on his chest forming a suggestive 
"vee" down to his navel. 

"Someday you're going to have to wake up, baby," Larry told her. "You're 
living in a real world, not some nice little fantasy where kids don't know 
what they've got between their legs till they get married. Why should I be 
outraged? Keith's only doing what his instincts tell him to do...what any 
normal person does when he reaches a certain age. I'd be a hell of a lot 
more worried if he didn't get some pussy at fifteen-or at least try." 

"You...you're a monster, Larry Williams...a...." Judy sputtered in outrage. 
A sudden fear clutched her, and she backed away as Larry kept inching 
closer, leering down into her face. "And you're a hypocrite, baby." 

"Don't you dare talk to me like that," the red-haired girl said, trying to 
bluff him and force him to back down. "Don't ever.. . " 

All her indignation and fear were suddenly stopped by Larry Williams' 
overwhelming laugh. His arms shot out and scooped her to him, his strong 
hands biting into her arms, and his mouth coming down fiercely on hers in a 
harsh, open-mouthed kiss. She felt her mouth suddenly filled with his 
hateful tongue that spewed out such horrible words, and she was trapped by 
his hard body in a vise-like embrace. The young teacher strained against 
him, but he only wrapped her closer and began thrusting his long tongue in 
and out of her mouth in a lewd imitation of fucking, while his hands bit 
into the flesh of her buttocks, pulling her cringing body toward his 
muscular hardness. 

Judy could feel a frightening bulge forming in her former boyfriend's jeans, 
and its throbbing hardness thrust menacingly against her belly. It seemed to 
burn like a red-hot fire through their clothes against her sensitive skin. 
Gagging and choking on his invading tongue, she tried to spit it out of her 
mouth, but his lips were pressed so ferociously against hers that her teeth 
were bruising her own lips. He seemed to be trying to devour her, and the 
musky smell of his solid body was in her nostrils. She had a dizzying 
sensation of falling, and she felt she was going to faint right there on the 
river bank. 

Larry's tongue explored every ridge and hollow of Judy's velvety resisting 
mouth, while his heavy cock rose insistently and throbbingly in his tight 
jeans, straining to burst through the flimsy material. Damned hypocritical 
bitch! he thought. Well, this is one time when I teach her a badly needed 
lesson! It had never seemed worthwhile to bother with her before. There were 
too many other women around who were ready and willing...and able. But, 
now...coming down here to complain to him that Keith had gotten into some 
little girl's pants...now, she was going to get it. But good! 

He'd show her that his son wasn't the only one in the family that had a 
normal healthy lust for a little fucking. 

Larry held her straining body in his steel-like grip, every muscle in her 
body taut and tensed to resist. Her breasts were mashed deliciously against 
his powerful chest, one thigh worming its way between her legs so that her 
pubic mound was pressed hard against him. She tried desperately to squirm 
out of his grasp and to move her head away from his ravaging tongue, but he 
only held her more tightly. Then, abruptly, she went limp in his arms, her 
breath coming out in tiny gasps, and whimpering moans bubbling up from her 
throat. 

Despite her height. Judy was no match for this tall, blond-headed brute who 
held her easily. His strength was simply too much for her. She had 
struggled, but to no avail. Now she was trying a different tactic. Maybe if 
she went limp, he would release his grip on her and she could wriggle away. 
Oh God! Why had she come here? She should have known! He was a 
maniac...little more than an animal. How could she have expected the father 
to be any different from the son? 

A warm breeze suddenly blew through the trees, rustling around the two 
figures locked together on the river bank, and all at once the desperateness 
of her situation hit the young red-haired teacher. They were alone here by 
the river, just the two of them. There was no one else within miles. It 
would be useless to scream for help. No one would hear. Unless she could 
somehow manage to get away from him, there was no telling what terrible 
thing he might do to her and her mind suddenly filled with images of this 
man's son, Keith, and poor little Sandy Martin. 

Oh, no! she cried desperately inside her mind. I've got to get away! I'll 
somehow break his grip and run up the path...."Oooooh!" she wailed aloud in 
anguish as she realized how hopeless it was. He was so much quicker than she 
was, so much faster, so much stronger. She couldn't possibly ever escape 
from him! 

His hands were coursing over her body, now, smoothing her buttocks and 
cupping her heavy breasts that felt swollen and fevered. Tears stung Judy's 
eyes, and the bitterness of knowing that she had unwittingly devised her own 
downfall at this beast's hands rose in agonizing moans from deep in her 
throat. And her mind was overwhelmingly flooded with the horrible spectacle 
of Keith and Sandy and she kept seeing the boy's slender white cock 
pummeling mercilessly up into the defenseless young girl's innocent vagina. 

One of the young father's hands snaked up and under her flimsy blouse from 
the back. Illogically, the thought struck Judy that she was glad that she 
had stopped to wash herself thoroughly before coming to see him. At least 
she was clean. But the horror of that thought hit her fully as she felt his 
strong hand rip at the catch on her brassiere, and then the hand moved 
around to cup one of her full breasts in his palm. A tremor shook her as his 
fingers rubbed and tweaked her nipple to instant hardness, and she felt 
almost as if he had burned her with a fierce fire. Unconsciously, she sucked 
his probing tongue deeper into her mouth as she tried to catch her breath, 
and she felt strange, unwanted ripples shooting down into her belly and on 
down to her loins from the excruciating touch of his ruthless fingers. 

Larry Williams felt her sucking softly on his tongue. That was better; she 
was beginning to break down. Just a little more now, and he could virtually 
do what he wanted with her. The thirty-six-year-old widower could feel his 
lust-swollen cock jerking painfully in its cloth prison. Well, it shouldn't 
be much longer now. 

The distraught redhead felt Larry's lips finally break away from her mouth, 
and she found she could breathe more easily now as she sucked in large gulps 
of air gratefully. His mouth slid down her long throat, kissing and sucking, 
and she felt herself trembling violently, but she gathered her strength for 
the moment he made a false move. She must get away from here or in a few 
minutes more she would be splayed out on the grassy river bank like little 
Sandy Martin had been in the bushes. 

"See what I mean, baby? You like it...you just don't want to admit it to 
yourself," he murmured. 

Judy felt the blond-haired man's hand fumbling with the buttons of her 
blouse, and his mouth pressed into the hollow of her shoulder like a fiery 
brand that seared her skin. Now! her brain screamed frantically, and she 
jerked back out of his grasp, tearing her blouse open, and turning to run. 

She had gone barely five steps when Larry closed the gap between them. He 
caught her by the wrist and spun her around, at the same time pushing her 
roughly backward and down onto the soft grass of the river bank. 

"No! Ooooooh...noooo...Please! Larry! Oh God, nooooo!" she sobbed, pleading 
helplessly up at him standing grinning above her. 

"Too late, baby," he replied. His grin flickered with a cold cruelty. "We've 
gone too far to turn back now." 

"No! You can't! Larry please! I'm a virgin!" she pleaded, as if somehow the 
fact of her virginity would dissuade him. 

"Yeah, baby...I know," he leered lasciviously down at her. "But I think it's 
about time we changed all that, don't you? It's about time you learned what 
a good fuck is all about." 

"Oh, my God!" she gasped, cringing at the vile sound of the obscene word. 
Already he was starting to remove his jeans, unzipping them and pulling them 
down over his hips along with his jockey shorts. And suddenly she cried out 
in horror and disbelief. His erect penis sprang up red and threatening as 
his clothing was removed, and she stared open-mouthed in sheer terror at the 
thick naked length. It seemed enormous. It was so much bigger than his 
son's. My God! she thought. He can't really intend to put that huge thing in 
me. No! God, no! It'll rip me apart! A black cloud of utter despair 
descended on her heart as she regarded his lust-hardened penis lancing out 
from his lean hairy loins like some brutal instrument of torture. 

Now he was standing completely naked above her, and his hand reached down 
and grabbed his pulsing cock and began stroking the heavy foreskin back and 
forth over the purplish bulbous head. It was the first time Judy had ever 
seen a man totally naked. She had seen pictures, but they seemed so harmless 
compared to this ruthless man standing over her and leering down at her. And 
there was no escape. She was entirely helpless before the depraved lust of 
this man who seemed to her to be little more than an animal. 

Tears spilled uncontrollably down her cheeks as he made no move to touch 
her, but merely stood arrogantly above her, sneering down at her defenseless 
position and slowly pumping back and forth on his lust-swollen cock. Oh God! 
she cried to herself. Get it over with! Don't just stand there torturing me 
like this! I can't stand it! If you're going to kill me with that. . . that. 
. . thing, do it. . . get it over with...but you're driving me crazy 
taunting me like this! 

She closed her green eyes tightly, trying to shut out the awful sight of his 
monstrous cock. "Please don't," she whimpered, knowing it would do no good. 
There was no way to escape. He was going to ram that terrible shaft of flesh 
up inside her and tear her apart. . . kill her. And there was absolutely 
nothing she could do to stop him. 

"Are you going to strip off those pretty clothes, baby...or do I have to rip 
them off your ass in shreds?" he snarled at her. 

Judy lay there completely defenseless, frozen in shock and terror, until he 
reached down and jerked her limply to her feet. He clamped her tear-streaked 
face between his strong hands, and his wet lips encompassed hers, his tongue 
bursting deep into her mouth once more. The rock-hard shaft of his cock 
gouged into the soft flesh of her belly...and then he was stripping her. 

As terrified and sickened as she was, the red-haired young teacher made no 
attempt to resist. It was too late for that; she knew all resistance was 
useless at this point. 

"That's my girl," the brawny blond-haired man told her soothingly as he 
undressed her, pulling her torn blouse from her limp arms, unzipping her 
skirt and letting it fall down over her firm white thighs. Then he hooked 
both thumbs into the waistband of her sheer white nylon panties and peeled 
them relentlessly down over her hips. 

He stepped back and gazed at her naked body while she closed her eyes 
tightly and stood, chin high, trying desperately to control the tears 
flooding down her cheeks, losing her balance as she swayed dizzily in her 
self-inflicted darkness. There was nothing left but shame now. 

"Christ! You're every bit as luscious as I knew you'd be," he gasped as his 
hungry eyes roved over his ex-girl friend's full, rounded breasts and her 
rosy-brown nipples jutting out erectly. His eyes roamed down over her 
smoothly rounded white belly and he felt his throat going dry as he stared 
down at the sparse triangle of flaming red pubic hair puffing in soft curls 
over her pussy mound. She held her smooth thighs close together and he could 
see nothing of her pussylips, but the fact of not seeing them seemed to 
increase his appetite all the more. 

He reached out and crushed her to him, pulling her unresisting body against 
his lusting nakedness, crushing her full breasts flat to his powerful, hairy 
chest, his eager hands cupping the tightly rounded cheeks of her buttocks 
and hauling her close until his hard jerking cock burrowed throbbingly into 
the softness of her flaccid belly. "You're even better than I imagined you 
would be," he murmured, "when I watched this hot little ass of yours whip 
around the school...Damn, how I wanted to fuck you, baby...just flip you 
over on your back and throw those long legs up over your head...and stuff 
this cock of mine up into your soft white belly until you could taste 
it...." 

"Oh God," she moaned despairingly, her face resting on his shoulder, only 
vaguely aware of the erotic tingle of excitement his obscene description of 
what he was going to do to her was arousing in her body. And then he wrapped 
one hand in her red hair and jerked her head back, his open mouth finding 
hers while his other hand kneaded her breast mercilessly, pinching and 
twisting at her quivering nipple. 

She whimpered against his lips, her eyes blinded with the tears of her 
shameful and humiliating situation, while her stomach knotted in dreadful 
fear of the moment when he would plunge the horrendous thickness of his 
ravaging penis into her defenseless virginal passage. And then she felt him 
thrust his knee between her tightly clamped legs. 

At the last minute, she began to struggle. She used every ounce of her 
strength to hold her thighs together, still resisting his inevitable 
invasion of her tender flesh. It was a hopeless attempt, and she knew she 
could not possibly stop him. 

"Come on, baby...spread your legs. I'm not going to hurt you," he soothed 
her with a sense of urgency in his voice. At the same time, he held her 
tightly so she couldn't squirm away from him, and very shortly she collapsed 
limp against him, letting her thighs splay apart so that his knee pushed 
between them with little effort. 

Then he slowly lowered her once more to the grass, kneeling above her, and 
let his lustful eyes feast hungrily on the sight of her opening cuntal area. 
The sight of those soft coral-hued pussy-lips stretching like a blooming 
flower in the sparse triangle of scarlet pubic hair brought a hoarse gasp to 
his throat. Unconsciously, he ran his tongue over his dry lips, and, as she 
watched in paralyzed fear, he placed his palms flat against the insides of 
her soft smooth thighs, his thumbs resting at the tender flanges of her 
slightly moistened cunt. 

Her breath caught in her throat as he drew the gently pulsating lips apart 
with a slow, tantalizing outward movement, nakedly exposing the moist inner 
flesh to the mercy of his hungry gaze. 

"Christ!" he gasped once more. "Baby, that's the sweetest little pussy I've 
ever seen!" 

"Larry," the red-haired teacher groaned pleadingly. "Please...don't! 
Larry...please...." Her lips trembled pathetically, and her green eyes were 
dull with impotent despair. 

He said nothing, barely hearing her hopeless plea. Instead, he sucked in his 
breath and dropped down onto her, his strong hands plundering greedily the 
soft lush contours of her fear-stricken young body. He squeezed her full 
succulent breasts fervently, almost sadistically, and his mouth came down to 
suck alternately at her turgidly quivering nipples while she writhed 
helplessly beneath him. 

"Ooooooh...oooooh...." she moaned pitifully under his depraved attack. He 
held her imprisoned with the weight of his strong sinuous body while her 
head rolled wildly back and forth. At the same time, his hand sought his 
throbbing cock, and he rammed the blood-filled head up against the moistly 
heated lips of her tender vagina, working it briefly up and down the narrow 
slit to part her soft pubic hair. And then he thrust forward, jamming his 
spongy cock-head in between the lips of her pussy and up against the tightly 
cringing mouth of her cunt. 

Abruptly, her terror overwhelmed her and she tried to scream...but only a 
plaintiff whimper emerged from her fear-constricted throat. Then she felt 
the agonizing pressure of his penis against her virginal pussy. For one 
brief moment, she thought she could endure it, but it quickly became obvious 
to her that his cock was far too big. It would never fit! Again, she 
whimpered piteously. 

He flicked his hips forward. 

"Oooooh God...nooooo...noooo!" she wailed, the scream finally coming to her 
lips. Her brain reeled frantically, more from fear than pain. She heard him 
grunt heavily, then he pressed up into her again, flexing his buttocks with 
brutal strength, until suddenly her cunt gave way before him. The tight 
elastic ring of her untouched vagina was forced open with a lewd sucking 
sound, and the huge spongy cock-head slipped wetly inside with a rush that 
left Judy gasping for breath. 

"Aaaaggghhh!" she screamed. Her head flailed from side to side, and 
instinctively she brought her hands up to try to claw at his face as she 
squirmed and twisted in a frenzy of pain and misery, vainly endeavoring to 
escape this brutal impalement of her defenseless cunt. 

She squealed like a speared animal thrashing in its final death-throes while 
he caught her wrists and pinned them back to the earth. She kicked her legs 
out in a futile attempt to throw him off, but her movements only made her 
position all the worse, and he sunk his massive hardness deeper into her 
softly yielding flesh without mercy. Brutally, his stone-hard cock bored 
farther and farther up into her unprepared virginal passage, expanding the 
sensitive walls until she was certain her thighs would split asunder from 
the relentless pressure. Then abruptly his pelvis smacked resoundingly 
against her own, and she felt his sperm-swollen balls dangling heavily 
between the upturned cheeks of her clenched buttocks. 

The distraught young redhead opened her mouth to speak, to scream...anything 
which might somehow force her ruthless assailant to stop. But the cruel 
invasion of her defenseless vagina had completely whipped her breath away, 
and the scalding pain was too fierce to fight against. She only knew that he 
must have ripped her belly viciously. As the huge merciless member lay 
entombed deep within her helplessly quivering belly, stretching the tender 
walls of her cunt beyond all endurance, she was certain she could feel the 
blood trickling down the cleft between her buttocks to form a warm sticky 
pool beneath her on the grass. 

In her inexperience, she didn't realize that her ex-boyfriend was exerting 
every ounce of willpower to hold his massive cock as still as possible 
within her never-before-entered vagina, attempting to give her time to relax 
and accommodate his bulky hardness. True, he wanted to teach her a lesson 
one he felt she had needed for a long time but he was not a sadist; he 
didn't want to hurt her any more than was absolutely necessary. 

Half in shock from the pain, as well as the shame and humiliation of her 
position, Judy gaped up numbly at the blond-haired man's bearded face, 
trying to fathom what lay beyond his lust-charged features. Her eyes blurred 
with hot tears once again, and she began to sob uncontrollably, sure that he 
was merely an insensitive beast, raping her brutally in mindless animal 
lust, not caring how much he hurt her...even to the point of killing 
her...just so his mad passion could be sated on her tender flesh. 

So intent was she on her own misery, that she never noticed the faint 
pulsing beginning in her own loins. Little by little, the excruciating pain 
had subsided, giving way first to a dull numbness, but then the numbness 
slowly transformed into a strange unwanted sensation of warmth, and tiny 
tingling tongues of pleasure started to lick gently at her cock-stuffed 
loins. And as Larry sensed her unwilling surrender, he felt her moistly 
heated vaginal passage flowering gently open, timidly welcoming the invading 
hardness of his impaling member. 

Very slowly, he moved his hips back, pulling his lust-swollen cock back from 
the inner depths of her tight pussy. When the spongy head of his raging cock 
was almost at the battered entrance of her virginal cunt, he reversed his 
motion and started to push it gently but insistently back up inside the 
glove-tight depths. He repeated this maneuver several times, grunting in 
spite of his tightly clenched teeth as his sperm-bloated balls slapped 
softly against the soft smooth crevice of her exposed ass-cheeks. 

Judy's tears had dried, and her convulsive sobbing gave way to little 
rhythmic whimpers. It was long minutes before she became aware with a sense 
of horror that her hips were undulating very slightly in answer to Larry's 
gentle thrusts. The in-and-out movement of his turgid cock had become faster 
now, as he became increasingly aware of her answering motions. But the 
rhythmic upward twitches of her pelvis abruptly ceased, and the red-haired 
school teacher suddenly froze in disbelieving aversion. 

My God! What was happening to her? What was she doing? Her traitorous body 
was actually responding to his heartless ravagement of her defenseless 
loins! Oh, no! she sobbed to herself. I can't be. . . enjoying this terrible 
thing! It's just not possible! I'm not that sort of girl. . . I know I'm 
not! She tried desperately to exert self-control and freeze her body into a 
sort of insensate immobility, but even as she struggled frantically for 
mastery over her perfidious body, she realized with a keening wail of 
anguish that she had lost. She seemed to be able to hold her body in 
statue-like immobility everywhere except the one place that really mattered. 
Her legs and anus, her stomach and chest, her head were all frozen in an 
unnatural rigidity, but just when she felt she had gained complete control, 
she would find that her pelvis seemed to be melting like butter on a hot 
summer day, and her loins were suffused with a velvety tingling sensation. 
Her hips were actually pumping up to welcome the depraved thrusts of this 
fiend who was pounding his disgusting rod of flesh up into her vulnerable 
young body! 

Oh, no! This is too much! she wailed to herself. This is the ultimate 
degradation! But, oh my God! What can I do? Even as these despairing 
thoughts hammered through the brain of the distraught schoolteacher, she 
found his mouth covering hers once again. His probing tongue forced its way 
between her half-opened lips, where her own tongue rose to meet it in a 
saliva-wet duel of appallingly passionate intensity. 

Then, telling herself it was too strong for her, she couldn't fight it 
anymore and she didn't care...it wasn't her fault she let out a groan of 
surrender, and her arms swung up around the back of his neck of their own 
accord, while her thighs jerked uncontrollably in the air, and she wrapped 
her legs around his strong muscular back, locking her ankles tightly just 
above his pistoning buttocks. 

Now the pleasure surged up through Judy's" loins in overpowering waves of 
deliciousness. She felt his plundering hardness driving deep up into her 
welcoming cuntal channel. Oh God! This was good! She'd never before dared 
imagine that anything could feel so wonderful. 

Larry sensed the moment of her complete surrender, and he released all 
control over his own ravenously straining body. He began hammering his 
lust-thickened shaft savagely into her glove-tight pussy, feeling the 
steaming moisture emanating from her vaginal walls to lubricate his spearing 
cock-flesh. At the same time, he captured her mouth again with his and 
thrust his tongue deep inside, where she started sucking on it voraciously 
as if she had been doing this sort of thing all her life. He could feel his 
hard muscular chest slamming down on the cushiony softness of her full 
rounded breasts. 

Her body was screaming for release, and at that moment, she nearly begged 
him. Oh God, yes, she really wanted it now...no matter what he did to her. 
Larry had driven her desire to that wildly spiraling point with the force of 
his lust-hardened cock alone. But then the brutal pressure of his penile 
hammering began to make her feel tense again from the anxiety of the pain 
she knew would surely come. She felt as if her flesh would surely rip apart 
from the steady pressure as his hips pushed forward with more and more 
power. The pain in her loins grew to ever greater proportions as her vagina 
started to resist the blunt force of his fleshy hard cock, until abruptly, 
her whole body seemed to rip apart as the giant cock-head pushed deeper than 
ever up into the tight restricting passage. 

"Aaaaaggghhh!, , Judy groaned as the pain seared through her body in a fresh 
agony. But Larry Williams was beyond hearing her now. She was desperately 
trying to fight off the pressure that tore at her insides, and that one 
thought occupied her total mind. She squirmed her buttocks away, backing off 
from the ramming instrument, but she was held too tightly by his strong 
grip, pinioned by the weight of his body. 

"Aaarrrggghhh!" she screamed again as the blood-filled column of his penis 
expanded her tightly stretched passage to fit its thick round size. With 
slow sureness, his ravaging cock pressed inward even farther, and each 
plunge seemed to Judy to be even more terrible than the last. She was sure 
she was going to faint, and he would continue to rape her unconscious body 
with his mindless rod buried deep up inside her belly. But she no longer had 
the strength to resist and she let out a low moan and gave up fighting the 
pain. 

"Ooooh...oooooh...oooooh...." she groaned helplessly as the now unrestricted 
instrument plunged easily up the remainder of her wide-stretched cunt, 
completely filling her womb with its fiercely pummeling flesh. Larry's loins 
crashed heavily into her defenseless vagina as his throbbing cock submerged 
in the fear-tight flesh to its maximum depth. The red-haired woman lay 
motionless, afraid to make the slightest move for fear the pain would start 
again, and she thought for sure that his murderous cock was going to pierce 
through the walls of her belly and totally disembowel her. 

Slowly she became aware of the other parts of her body which were still very 
much alive. Her heart was pounding furiously in her chest, and the taut 
nerves in her neck were twitching as he nipped her throat lightly with his 
teeth. Gradually she became aware that her arms were still around his body, 
holding him to her breast. 

"Oooooh!" she cried out as the tension in her loins once more gave way to a 
warm sensuous feeling of pleasure. Beyond her control, the tingling heat 
began fluttering through her flesh, rekindling the fires of passion in her 
burning womb. 

The defenseless young redhead drew her knees up, giving her the leverage to 
screw her wide-stretched vaginal furrow up against the coarse fuzziness of 
his pubic hairs. But as she arched her hips up, Larry withdrew his long cock 
from her womb, and suddenly, she found herself gasping at the strange empty 
feeling up inside her. Then he plunged his cock vigorously back into her 
welcoming passage. She could feel the smooth rubbery tip of his cock-head 
parting the walls of her vagina as it slid up inside her, and her cunt 
closed tightly around the thickness of his penis, the tingling nerves lining 
her vaginal walls transmitting every part of its form to her brain. And now 
she hung suspended on every movement of his long downstroke. exulting in the 
fantastic sensation of his most intimate flesh rubbing against hers. 

Again, Larry pulled back with his hips to withdraw all but the spongy tip of 
his steel-hard cock, and as he slammed into her clasping pussy with a 
swifter motion, his sperm-swollen balls slapped all the way down against her 
tiny puckered anus. 

"Aaaaah!" she moaned as the weirdly pleasurable sensation came rippling up 
her spine. His balls were churning with the pressure of his sperm inside 
them, and she could feel them pulsing eagerly as they crashed into her naked 
buttocks. 

Now the young father began a steady rhythm of sawing in and out of his 
former girlfriend's responding pussy, the driving motion of his turgid penis 
sending ripples of overwhelming pleasure throughout every part of her 
passion-aroused young body. Unconsciously, she took up the rhythm along with 
him, arching her hips up as he drove savagely forward on the in-stroke, and 
pulling back as his loins retreated from hers. 

The fire burning deep in her womb became more intense as Larry's 
already-massive cock seemed to grow even larger, and his fucking became 
faster and faster. His moistened column slid with greater ease in and out of 
her tightly grasping cunt, the walls of her passage clasping and squeezing 
over every part of its throbbing length as it stirred her to wilder frenzies 
of passion. His penis plowed with more urgency deep inside her womb, and 
their pubic hairs tangled together, red and blond, only to slip apart as his 
cock withdrew to lunge back in once more. Judy felt her whole body becoming 
part of her hungrily clasping cunt as the sensations reached out into every 
nerve-ending to work her up to a feverish pitch of uncontrollable excitement 
such as she had never known before. 

She had never imagined there could be so much pleasure in being totally 
filled by this huge, fleshy rod pounding crazily into her belly. The frantic 
rolling motion of their bodies fucking on the river bank made her mind whirl 
with tiny electric-like stars that bounced and exploded as her passion 
increased even further. She drew her legs up high, now. as high as they 
would go, and she began flexing and relaxing the muscles in her thighs to 
pull and suck at the wonderful cock that skewered with tremendous force up 
into her fiery cunt. 

Now Larry's hands began exploring the full mounds of her breasts each time 
he lifted slightly up away from her, and a rippling flash of raw pleasure 
shot through her body. And then he slipped one hand down underneath her 
gyrating buttocks and his extended middle finger began probing lewdly at the 
tiny puckered rosebud of her anus. 

"Oooooh!" she gasped at the unexpectedly pleasurable sensation that tickled 
through her loins. 

Then he flicked his finger up and moistened the tip with the juices flowing 
from her molten pussy, and he quickly brought the finger back to her tightly 
resisting anus, where it began to burrow into her nether depths. 

"Aaaaarrgghh!" she gasped, feeling humiliated that he would dare do such a 
depraved thing. But she was unable to struggle or utter any further word of 
protest as her passion-driven body bucked uncontrollably up to meet his 
jackhammering cock. 

Slowly, the bearded widower worked his moistened finger up into her 
defenseless anal passage, until abruptly, he jabbed the extended digit up 
inside to the first knuckle. 

"Uuuuunnnngggghhhh!" she gasped, desperately trying to resist this ultimate 
shame, but utterly unable to master the rhythmic bucking of her buttocks as 
she thrust her hips up wildly to meet each wanton thrust of his rock-hard 
cock. Each uncontrollable pumping motion of her loins only served to drive 
her invaded anal passage down farther over the impaling finger, and she felt 
a vague sensation of horror as she realized that it was her own feverishly 
pounding body which was forcing his plundering finger deeper and deeper up 
into her forbidden depths. And even worse, there was nothing she could do to 
stop him; she could only help him in this merciless invasion of her nether 
depths. 

The blond-haired widower became increasingly aware of the growing pressure 
in his sperm-bloated balls, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back 
much longer. But he didn't want it to end just yet. Now that he had finally 
gotten this voluptuous redhead turned on, he wanted to savor and enjoy every 
possible minute of this magnificent young body. Nonetheless, he realized 
that he was swiftly approaching the point where it would be beyond his 
control. As he slammed his lust-hardened cock faster and faster up into her 
sweet hot pussy, he could already feel his sperm boiling up in his balls, 
ready to explode. 

A deep groan issued from his mouth, and his body seemed suddenly to go out 
of control. Lunging forward, he stabbed his pounding cock mercilessly up 
into the deepest confines of her tender belly, and abruptly the white-hot 
sperm began to spew out the tip in sporadic spurts, flooding her molten 
channel. 

"Oooooh! Ooooooh! Unnnggghhh!" she moaned as the great spurting instrument 
saturated her cunt with his viscous cum. She could feel every drop of the 
passion-heated liquid bursting deep inside her belly, and the sensations 
were so tremendously arousing that her whole womb seemed to explode in 
response. She jammed her pelvis up as tight as possible against the jerking 
rod of flesh inside her, and her wildly contracting cunt erupted like a 
spewing volcano with her own joyous orgasm. 

" Aaaarrrggghhh ! " she screamed. "I'm...I'm . . .oh God, 
I'm...cuuuummmiiinnnggg! I'm cumming!" Her shriek echoed in her own ears as 
the searing passion in her body soared to a pinnacle of pleasurable delight. 
She sank her fingernails into the back of the man above her. and pulled him 
down hard against her heaving breasts. She wanted to be smothered by his 
warm flesh, to cover her tingling nerves with a hot instrument of ecstasy at 
every tiny opening to her body. She arched her widespread loins up to 
receive all of his hotly jetting sperm, and her own climactic secretions 
gushed through her hungrily contracting passage over his jerking cock to 
spill out around its hair-covered base and run slowly down the crevice of 
her upturned buttocks. The ecstasy seemed to go on and on forever until her 
body was completely drained of all tension. 

"If old Keith did as well as I did today, he did pretty damned well," Larry 
murmured in her ear, breathing heavily and still gasping. He nuzzled her 
neck appreciatively, nipping and kissing the flushed flesh of her 
collarbone. "Hurray for hypocritical virgins. They're the best kind," he 
whispered happily against her still warmly pulsing skin. 

Judy lay as if dead, her green eyes closed against the deepening afternoon 
sky with the blond-haired man who in one short hour had destroyed her old 
life and jolted her into an entirely new course. Dimly, her brain began to 
bleat faintly in some dark recess, trying to arouse the guilt and shame her 
lusting body had buried in the tides of sensation that had changed her life 
forever. 

I'm no longer a virgin, she thought. I'm no longer a virgin...and. . . I'm 
glad! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Judy studied herself in her bathroom mirror. Her body was smoothly tanned, 
and her face was still flushed with sleep. Her bright red hair tumbled in a 
cascading stream around her shoulders and down her back. The depraved 
behavior of the day before was miraculously not engraved on her face. 

She looked clean and young and warmly female, even to herself. How could it 
not show? How could she ever have allowed herself to get into such a 
position? And how could she possibly have given vent to such uninhibited 
lust with Larry Williams and not reap the ravages of it visibly? 

There had been the multiple scrubbings in the bathtub last night, the 
scouring of her body inside and out, the weeping, and finally an exhausted 
sleep. But now...the next morning, she was ravenous, and only the tenderness 
of her vaginal walls and the pulsing fullness of her breasts that still 
seemed to tingle with her boyfriend's touch gave evidence which she alone 
could feel of her downfall. She was no longer a virgin! 

Eating scrambled eggs and ham on her tiny porch, she thought about her 
predicament, vaguely trying to formulate some sort of plan. Her stomach 
continued to clamor for food, and she ate voraciously. The more she tried to 
keep her thoughts on the business of Old Paramus School, the more she kept 
seeing Larry Williams in her mind's eye. His blond-bearded face and powerful 
body kept intruding, and she seemed able to recall every tiny facet of his 
gigantically burgeoning cock. She wondered if she would see him today. It 
was ridiculous, she told herself. How could she feel anything for a 
self-avowed drop-out, a depraved man with a degenerate son who would most 
probably get her into a lot of trouble if she weren't careful.. . a man who 
had raped her casually and laughed about his son's debauchery! 

Clearly, she had to get herself in hand. She couldn't let this hippie...this 
profligate who had fled from society precisely because he couldn't handle 
its responsibilities, turn her head and influence her own goals. She had 
always avoided this type of man in the past they always turned out bad, 
destroying everything and everyone around them. A small sinking feeling 
clutched the pit of her stomach, and she felt a stab of fear as she realized 
how easy it would be to be influenced by him...maybe not the others, but 
this one man. Well, she simply would have to be doubly on her guard. 

As she walked down the path leading from her cottage to the schoolyard, all 
at once she was greeted by a group of screaming children. "Miss Turner! Miss 
Turner! Look! Look...we have a new teacher!" they all seemed to be crying at 
the same time. They were jumping up and down in wild excitement. "Look, 
look, Miss Turner! He's here...he's here!" 

A tall pleasant-faced young man got up languidly from against the storage 
shed where he had been propped lazily, and he greeted her with a smile as 
she approached. He unwound his body as though it were a loose spring, and 
there was a lithe animal-like grace to his movements, and his head was large 
and bear-like. He had long black hair and a thin face with mocking brown 
eyes. 

"Good morning," the red-haired teacher smiled hesitantly. "I'm Judy Turner." 
She held out her hand to him uncertainly. 

"Yes.. . I know," she said, ignoring her outstretched hand. His sparkling 
brown eyes traveled over her open-necked sweater, lingering at her lushly 
outlined breasts, and sweeping down her hips to her shapely long legs. 

Judy's face burned, and she dropped her eyes in confusion. One hand went to 
her hair that she had coiled neatly in a crown on her head. "I...ah...can I 
help you?" 

The young man smirked suggestively and said, "Yes...I think so." His breathy 
voice brought another blush to Judy's cheeks. Then abruptly he thrust out 
his hand and took hers. "I'm Pete 

Brewster. Old Archie...Archibald Feather, that is. . . sent me down to take 
care of you...that is, to help you...on the playground." 

His choice of words, and the slight emphasis on play sent Judy's color 
rising even higher. She decided to ignore his suggestive manner. This was 
her school, and she couldn't let this insolent young man get the best of 
her. She had to set him straight from the start. . . show him who was in 
charge here. But she felt overwhelmed by the suddenness of it all. She knew 
Mr. Feather was going to send down someone to help her, but she hadn't 
expected it to be so soon. 

"Oh, yes, Mr. Brewster. Mr. Feather did say he was sending someone to 
supervise the children on the playground. I'll show you around later and 
instruct you in your duties. It's time now for school to start, and I'll be 
busy with the children for a little while. Why don't you take a look at the 
sports equipment here in the shed and...oh...perhaps make a list of things 
we'll need." 

She brushed past him then and hurried up the hill, maintaining an outward 
appearance of calm and confidence that she didn't feel inside at all. 

Everything seemed to go wrong from that first moment. It was as though the 
children had to try out the new teacher by behaving at their worst, and 
their testing of the new man only served to put Judy in the difficult 
position of trying to maintain order, while giving Pete 

Brewster the impression that the children were always like this, and that 
she continually had problems of discipline. She was furious with them, and 
she was just as furious with the smirking young man who swaggered finally to 
the head of the classroom to bark at the unruly students and quiet them down 
immediately as if by magic. They followed him docilely out onto the 
playground and were soon shouting and whooping gleefully in a wild game of 
tag. 

Judy stood at the window, watching, and for the first time in her life, she 
found herself actually swearing under her breath for several seconds. Stop 
it, she told herself sternly, but the fury went on twisting her stomach into 
knots. Through a haze of anger, she watched Pete Brewster getting all the 
children involved and playing. He moved with an effortless grace, the 
muscles in his shoulders and back rippling visibly under his striped 
T-shirt. Judy started guiltily when she realized that she was actually 
wondering what those powerful arms would feel like holding her. My God! she 
thought, what's happened to me...just since yesterday? 

Brown-haired Sandy Martin entered her range of vision then, running like the 
wind across the open playground, laughing and screaming like any other 
fourteen year old girl at play. Her nubile breasts bounced as she ran, 
clearly outlined under a tight blue sweater that clung to her like a second 
skin. Judy could even see the pointed nipples of her breasts poking out in 
tiny hard cones under the thin material. The child had no brassiere on! At 
the same time, the red-haired teacher became dimly aware of the heaviness of 
her own breasts, her nipples tingling under her lace brassiere that felt too 
tight and constraining after the mauling they were subjected to the day 
before. 

The whole afternoon came rushing back into her memory like a taped 
playback...the lust-aroused peeping on Sandy and Keith...and the subsequent 
depraved sexual attack on her own virginal body by Keith's father, Larry 
Williams. Her head whirled and she shivered as the full memory of those 
hours came back so vividly that she felt her vagina clench inward 
involuntarily, and her nipples stiffen with renewed desire. 

Her eyes fogged over as she stood staring unseeingly out the window. Then, 
without warning, Pete Brewster came into focus as he raced after Sandy 
Martin and tagged her. The look on his face was unmistakable. It was almost 
exactly the same look that had been on young Keith's face as he lay between 
Sandy's outspread legs, and the same as the look on Keith's father's face 
when he'd pinned the young teacher down on the river bank. 

Judy's hands gripped the window sill, and her lips clamped tightly shut to 
stifle a groan. My God! What was happening to her? Now she was beginning to 
imagine things that weren't there...she was imagining that same look on 
every man's face. 

She whirled from the window with a sharp almost physical pain in her heart. 
It was wrong! All of it was wrong! It was wrong what Keith had done to 
Sandy, and it was wrong what Larry had done to her. 

Judy realized what she had to do. No matter how distasteful or how 
incompetent it made her look, the whole matter had to be reported to the 
superintendent. Well, the part about what had happened between Keith and 
Sandy, anyway. She was certainly not going to tell him about Larry and 
herself. But, if something went wrong later and she hadn't reported what she 
had seen Keith and Sandy doing, then things could be a lot worse for her. 
Besides, there were all the other children to think of. They must be 
protected too. 

* * * 

As Judy Turner strode into the office of Archibald Feather, her palm was 
perspiring profusely against the leather of her briefcase. The heavy wooden 
desk stood in the old high-ceilinged office and the tall superintendent sat 
behind it with an air of confidence. He smiled cordially as the young 
red-haired teacher entered. 

"Oh...Judy...sit down, my dear." 

"Mr. Feather...I'm sorry to bother you. I know you're awfully busy, but I 
have a rather urgent problem. I...." 

The tall blue-eyed man sat waiting for her to continue. She was a really 
delectable looking girl, he thought. He scanned her svelte form quickly and 
imperceptibly as he watched her blush and stumble over her words. He could 
feel his cock harden slightly inside his tight shorts at the sight of her 
full breasts thrusting out against the soft material of her bright green 
sweater. 

"I...uh...have something rather horrifying to report." 

Archibald Feather maintained his icy calm, but the ghost of a smile 
flickered over his lips. The blood had rushed to the girl's face, and she 
looked down at her clenched hands folded uneasily in her lap. 

She took a deep breath and continued, "Yesterday afternoon, I caught two 
children...behind the school house...engaging in...uh...relations," she 
blurted out, her eyes not daring to look at his. 

The icy-eyed superintendent almost laughed aloud. But in a gentle tone, he 
asked, "Relations? What sort of relations?" At the same mind, his eyes 
sparkled with ridicule. Why, I believe she's still a virgin! he thought. She 
acts like she thinks sex is only something for married people. This might be 
a lucky break for him. Anything that Judy Turner, with her out-of-date 
morals, couldn't handle might be in his favor. 

Rapidly, he tried to keep a step ahead of her, wondering how he could turn 
this incident to good use. 

"Sexual relations," the red-haired teacher whispered hoarsely, her face 
almost as red as her hair. 

Archibald Feather decided to make her as uncomfortable as possible. "You 
mean they were petting?" he inquired softly. He was going to really enjoy 
this. 

"No," Judy Turner replied, shaking her head. 

"Well, necking...kissing...whatever you want to call it?" 

"No," she ventured again. "No...they were...they had their clothes off...or, 
well...open...and they were...well...having sexual relations." 

The superintendent coughed, covering his mouth with his hand to hide his 
broad grin. Then he rose from his chair and stood looking out the window, 
his back to the slumping girl and his hands clasped behind him. He cleared 
his throat noisily, nearly losing control and bursting into a gale of 
laughter. By the time he turned back to face her, his expression was 
composed. Slowly and deliberately he let his icy blue eyes slide over her 
huddle figure. 

"Then say what you mean, Judy," he told her in a quiet voice. "Do you mean 
that they were fucking?" His steel-grip on his features almost snapped again 
as he saw her cringe back from his use of the word, almost as if he had 
struck her across the face. 

'is that what you mean?" he demanded, a sharp edge entering his voice. 

The young teacher nodded in acute embarrassment. 

"Then say what you mean. There's no reason to be shy with me, my dear. I'm 
your superintendent, after all. We are all of an age to know the facts of 
life. They were fucking and you saw them...is that right?" 

"Yes," she whispered, still not daring to look up at him, and she nodded 
miserably in case he hadn't heard her low tone. 

Archibald Feather could see that she was on the brink of tears. Now was the 
time to press the advantage. 

"I was afraid something like this would happen eventually...down at Old 
Paramus." He stepped from behind his desk and began striding back and forth 
across the room with an anxious air. "Yes. Old Paramus is too isolated. Way 
off by itself like that. It's the product of another age...far out of 
date...should have been closed down long ago. Those children should be bused 
into town where they can receive proper supervision...it would be far 
cheaper for the school district, too." He paced back and forth musingly. 
"And it is too much to ask a young teacher like yourself to ride herd on a 
bunch of students who aren't much younger than you are. All alone out 
there...By the way," he interjected, whirling to face her, piercing her with 
his icy-blue eyes. "Did Brewster get down there yet?" 

The red-haired teacher suddenly became aware of what she had let herself in 
for. He didn't understand at all, and he was going to use this confession on 
her part as an excuse to close down the school. Then, she remembered his 
question, and she nodded, while she tried to formulate the words to defend 
Old Paramus. But the superintendent interrupted before she could speak. 

"Was Brewster of any help to you?" And, not waiting for her answer, he went 
on, "Yes, I can imagine he got the children organized and involved in games 
proper for their ages, where he remained as their guide and mentor rather 
than putting himself on their same level and opening the way for further 
problems of discipline." 

"Oh...please...Mr. Feather. You don't understand...." Judy choked out the 
words. Her body felt as though it couldn't contain all the myriad emotions 
that swept through it with hurricane force. Her control had gone long ago. 
She felt helpless and so infuriated that her words would hardly form on her 
lips. "Closing the school wouldn't solve anything. It's not too isolated! 
That's the whole reason it's a good school...the whole concept of Old 
Paramus must be preserved. Don't you see...what happened had nothing to do 
with the school itself. . . or with me...it could happen anywhere...." 

The tall superintendent assumed a concerned air. He wasn't about to lose his 
advantage at this point. "Can't you see how the parents will view it. Judy?" 
he asked. "Have you told them yet?" 

"Uh...I spoke with the boy's father...but not the girl's parents yet...." 

"You'd better let me handle that. How did the boy's father react?" 

"He...he...laughed...." The memory of the previous afternoon swept over her 
all at once, and her trembling increased. Abruptly, she burst into tears. 

"Well...that's a relief," Archibald Feather answered, ignoring her tears. 
"No trouble from that quarter...but the girl's parents could be another 
matter. Better give me her name." 

"Sandy...Sandy Martin," the weeping young teacher sobbed out as the 
superintendent wrote the information on a piece of paper. The tall man 
pushed the paper aside and sat down, leaning back in his chair. 

"You mustn't take it so hard, my dear," he soothed. "These things 
happen...but they wouldn't happen in a town school. At least, not right on 
the school grounds where the school authorities could be held responsible. 
It's too much to ask one solitary girl to handle all those children in that 
primitive situation. No, I think you'll agree when you think about it that 
Old Paramus must be closed down. It will be the best thing for everyone 
concerned. We'll have to get the approval of the school board, of 
course...and that will take a little time 

Suddenly, the sobbing redhead stood up. She was visibly shaking, and the 
anger and frustration were obvious in her expression. Her words were barely 
understandable. 

"I beg you...Mr. Feather...don't do something so foolish...so ridiculous.. . 
I can handle the school...I have handled it very well up till now...I have a 
very good record. Honestly! My students have won some good scholarships 
and...Oh, you can't. . . you can't close Old Paramus!" she wailed pitifully. 

"Judy! This isn't your decision to make...nor mine. Your judgment is biased 
where Old Paramus is concerned. You've allowed yourself to become too 
involved with your students. Obviously it's more than one girl can handle. 
Look at you...look at how upset you are over a simple situation you couldn't 
handle. You can't even control your own emotions . . .quite obviously," he 
added brutally. 

"But...but, please...won't you just listen?" Judy sobbed as she fought for 
control, unable to quench the flood of tears cascading down her cheeks. 

Archibald Feather was well aware of the cause of the girl's loss of control. 
He had just pulled the rug out from under her feet. Nonetheless, he wasn't 
about to let her know that he understood. He came out from behind the desk 
and put his arm comfortingly around her shoulder. 

"Now, you run along home, Judy. I'll handle this. That's what a school 
superintendent is for. You're much too overwrought. Don't you worry, my 
dear. We'll find a way to work the situation out very nicely, and we'll find 
a nice class here in town at one of the other schools...a class all your 
own. Everything will work out just fine, you'll see. Of course, it will take 
a little while, but don't fret about it. I promise you I'll get on it right 
away." 

Judy found herself being propelled toward the door. When he'd piloted her 
almost there, she stopped. Oh, God! She'd ruined everything! Everything 
she'd worked so hard for...everything she'd dreamed! Her own school would 
never be a reality now. No foundation would ever give her a grant unless she 
could prove her success in a functioning school. 

"No!" Judy tore herself from the superintendent's grasp and stood shaking 
and white lipped. A surge of determination shot through her. "You mustn't 
close Old Paramus. I've worked so hard. You're not going to take it away 
from me. I don't need help. You're making it all look so different than it 
really is. I don't need anything except your support to keep the program 
going. I have children there now who need me...who need the school just as 
it is...despite what happened yesterday. Two students don't make a school. 
This has never happened before. It's...it's the hippie element. Don't you 
see? It wasn't my fault...and it wasn't the fault of the school. You mustn't 
take my school away from me...you mustn't. . . 

"There, there, my dear," the tall man soothed her, patting her on the arm. 
"That isn't for you to decide, Judy...or me...it's up to the board. Now 
you'd better run along. I have a great deal of work ahead of me. I'll handle 
the Martin girl's parents." He ushered her out the door. "Now, don't you 
worry about it. It will all work out for the best." He closed the door as 
she stood outside staring numbly, and a wide grin broke over his face. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The spectre of the school being closed haunted Judy Turner from that time 
on. She worked feverishly and drove herself for two days, almost around the 
clock. In her mind, Archibald Feather took on the dimensions and attributes 
of a devil incarnate. When her brain had begun functioning again and her 
anger became manageable, she'd realized that the only way to save Old 
Paramus was to prove to the townspeople and especially to the board members 
that the school was a properly functioning, innovative and worthwhile 
institution. That, far from being an anachronism and an eyesore, it was a 
source of pride for the whole community. 

The school fair was an annual event that she and the children had devised to 
raise money for the extra books they wanted and equipment the district 
couldn't provide. This year, it had to serve a far more urgent purpose. It 
had to persuade the establishment and the school system that a small 
one-room school house was not only worth preserving, but it was a better 
school than its town counterparts. 

Judy had explained it all to the children. Their response had been immediate 
and enthusiastic. Everyone pitched in to get the fair ready in record time 
in order that the board members could see it before their next meeting, when 
Judy was sure Archibald Feather would attempt to persuade them to close the 
school down. 

After two days of back-breaking work that had lasted, for Judy and Pete and 
a few helpful parents, far into the night, the fair was almost ready to go. 
Pete had turned out to be a valuable aide. She'd really misjudged him that 
first day. Her own guilt had caused her to suspect him, she realized that 
and the fact that the superintendent had sent him to help her, and she 
couldn't help but distrust anything Archibald Feather did for her. But Pete 
had worked hard, and he'd almost single-handedly built all the scaffolding 
for the booths and hung the hastily dyed banners. It was beginning to look 
like a real Renaissance fair despite the crude materials and the 
improvisations. 

"Looks like we'll make it, Miss Turner," one of the departing parents said. 

"If that damned board doesn't appreciate this...they don't know anything," 
another parent stated. 

The sounds of cars starting, doors slamming, and the laughter and talk of 
leave-taking came to Judy's ears as she leaned against the porch pillars. 
Most of the children's parents were interested in the school and had rallied 
eagerly to help out when they realized the real danger the school was in. No 
town school had that kind of support. It was only one other evidence of the 
importance of a school like Old Paramus, as far as Judy was concerned. 

She was so tired she could hardly stand, but there was a warm glow of 
satisfaction from the work that had been freely given when she asked for it. 
After the humiliation and horror, starting with her experience of watching 
Keith and Sandy, it was wonderful to feel some sense of stability and 
purpose once again. Her own transgression with Larry Williams was dimming 
now, and perhaps one day she could even forgive herself. 

"Come on...I'll help you close up, Judy," Pete said as he turned from the 
departing cars making their way down to the highway. He leaped up onto the 
porch and flung an arm carelessly around Judy's tired shoulders, and bent 
his head to her red hair as he swung her into the deserted schoolroom. 

"You've been a great help, Pete. I never could have made it without you. I'm 
so glad you're here." 

"Yeah, I'm glad I came, too," Pete mumbled, pulling her brusquely into his 
arms inside the door, his hand hitting the light switch off in one smooth 
motion. He felt her stiffen rigidly in his arms as his mouth met hers. The 
surprise of this unexpected attack took her breath away sharply. 

She was going to play hard to get, he thought. A lot of girls did at first. 
This was going to be real fun to wrestle her to the begging point. The way 
she watched him when she thought he didn't notice had told him a lot more 
about Miss Judy Turner than her business-like manner since he'd first come 
to Old Paramus. The poor girl was starving for a good fuck. Anybody could 
see that. 

Old Feather had made it clear that he could do just about anything he wanted 
to down here. Pete had been surprised when the superintendent had called him 
and offered to put him back on the payroll. That last superintendent had 
gotten pretty nasty when the parents of the Morrison kid had complained 
about Pete's just feeling the kid up a little. He'd been fired and had to go 
back to driving a cab for awhile. It was all right, but the pay wasn't very 
good, and there wasn't much in the way of security. Plus he didn't have the 
easy access to sweet young pussy. Old Feather had never turned a hair 
though, and he knew the reasons he'd been fired were clearly stated in his 
personnel records. Old Archie had hired Pete on the spot and sent him down 
to Old Paramus the next morning. Pete wasn't sure what the old buzzard was 
up to, but he was pretty sure what was expected of him...and he was only too 
glad to come through with flying colors. 

"Pete! Leg go of me!" 

"Take it easy, baby," Pete muttered, his arms tightening, and his hands 
moving down to her wrists to keep her from scratching him or trying to get 
away. "I'm not going to hurt you." The soft contours of the voluptuously 
curved girl in the tight jeans and open shirt were mashed deliciously 
against Pete's eager hardness and he held her in a vise-like grip. 

Judy twisted her wrists against the clenched fists and tried to wrench her 
mouth away from the warm wet tongue that was probing at her lips, trying to 
force its way inside, but his other hand held her head close to his, forcing 
her mouth to accept his sudden brutal onslaught. No...this was too much! 
Just when she'd decided she'd misjudged him, he reverted to the lusting male 
animal...just like Keith and Larry. Men! They were all a-like! They thought 
about only one thing and they'd use any devious means to get it. 

A .low muffled moan escaped Judy's fiercely held mouth as she struggled to 
get out of the game-instructor's relentless grasp. Despair descended on her 
as thick as the darkness all around them, for she felt the same traitorous 
tingling along her nerve ends as she had on that fateful afternoon with 
Larry. I couldn't be...Oh God...not again. She just couldn't allow her body 
to take over her mind again! She had to resist! She had to! 

She moaned again, but not in passion or arousal. The sound escaped from the 
very depths of her tortured soul. It signaled defeat. 

"Take it easy, baby," Pete murmured when he heard her groan. "There's plenty 
of time." He pushed her back on a bench and began kissing her neck, his 
tongue licking at the soft flesh, moistly jabbing into her ear, and the wet 
tip running around the edges of her ear made her shiver and brought an 
unwanted tingling warmth to her loins. 

"You're a sexy little thing." Pete whispered as she sat with her thighs 
tightly clenched, dreading his touch, and terrified of her own reactions. 

His hand roamed down across her flat belly, on down the outside of one leg, 
then back up the smooth, warm cloth-covered flesh to the juncture of her 
trembling thighs. Pulling the zipper of her jeans down to expose her belly 
to his lustful gaze, his hand snaked inside the opening and down under the 
elastic waistband of her panties to her soft silky pubic hair. He grinned 
lustfully and thrust out his middle finger, smoothly inserting it along the 
thinly quivering crease at the top of her trembling vaginal slit, and moving 
in to find the tiny button of her clitoris. His extended finger rubbed at 
the little nub teasingly, striving to excite the vibrant sensations of 
wanton sexuality he knew resided in every woman. Judy cringed inwardly with 
his touch. "Oh. please...Pete...please don't." she moaned as she felt his 
strong hands forcing her jeans down over her hips and pulling and tugging at 
the thin panties guarding her cringing cuntal-lips. 

He smiled lasciviously and thrust his hand in under the leg band of her 
panties, twisting the thin crotch material aside. Then giving a determined 
yank, he tore the flimsy nylon away from her moistly heated vaginal area 
along with her paint-stained jeans, leaving her loins trembling naked and 
defenseless against the coolness of the schoolroom bench. 

"No! Oh, no!" she cried, clamping her legs tight together, her hand going 
down to cover her nakedly exposed cuntal flesh. 

"Come on, baby...open your legs," the dark-haired man grunted. 

"Leave me alone," she pleaded. "I...I just can't...." 

"Sure you can...come on, you wouldn't want me to send in my report to Old 
Feather that you were hard to get along with...that I couldn't get any 
cooperation out of you. The school board might not like that." 

She groaned in despair. "You wouldn't dare...besides, they'd never believe 
you. All I'd have to do is tell them the truth." 

Pete laughed derisively. "Yeah? Go ahead...tell them the truth. Who they 
gonna believe? Old Feather's just looking for a good excuse to close down 
this old school. And the school board would accept my version...a pretty 
girl all alone up here...lonely...then a good-looking young stud comes 
up...they'd figure you'd be pretty damned eager to get a little loving, so 
eager you just wouldn't leave me alone...." He left the sentence hanging, 
letting her use her own imagination to convince her of the justice of his 
argument...but knowing damned well the school board wouldn't believe a word 
he said...not with his record. But she didn't know that. 

Defeat, disgust and fear mingled in the distraught red-haired teacher. She 
had visions of the school board considering her accusation, and then 
deciding that she was little more than a depraved whore, blaming her for all 
of it, for setting a bad example that naturally led an innocent child like 
Keith Williams to take advantage of a poor innocent girl like Sandy Martin. 
As logic overwhelmed her, slowly she relaxed the muscles of her thighs, 
allowing the firm white flesh to splay out slightly, revealing the thin pink 
slit glistening moistly in the pale moonlight from the school windows, a 
scarlet ring of sparse red hair lining the soft flesh where the inner lips 
protruded slightly, and her clitoris peeked out like a tiny tongue. 

Then she felt his extended middle finger moving in on her, tracing the thin, 
pink furrow of her softly quivering cunt, and she squirmed and shivered with 
abhorrence at the lewdness of his insinuating finger. Then she started to 
feel a strange, masochistic warmth and a pruriently delicious agitation she 
could not explain as he wormed his finger deeper and deeper up inside her 
moistly heated vaginal passage. 

In her utter helplessness, she realized it was beginning to happen to her 
again. The spreading warmth in her belly, the tingling awareness and the 
heightened sensations seeming to center on the probing finger. . . and 
giving her that unwanted, forbidden pleasure. 

Oh God! That feeling! His finger is driving me crazy! 

Judy moaned in an agony of emotional conflict, her nerve endings alive with 
the shimmering electric shock of it along the flesh of her tender thighs, 
her loins helplessly responding to his touch, but not wanting to respond, 
not wanting it to happen. 

Squirming her buttocks on the hard school bench, she sought to escape the 
tantalizing finger, her despairing moans changing little by little to a low 
mewling whimper of need as his finger taunted the tightly sensitive little 
cuntal mouth. Gently he thrust up into its narrow depths time after time, 
then parted the softly curling pubic hair to make a sudden electrifying 
contact with the tiny, pulsing nub of her erect clitoris. She could feel the 
moisture seeping from her pussy because of the forbidden sexual excitation 
that had now filled her whole being, and she clenched her teeth to hold back 
a rising groan of pleasure. She would not succumb to the salacious feelings 
building within her! 

No! God, no! It's wrong! So terribly wrong! I'm selling myself. . . giving 
in to the evil in me...God! No! I can't. . . " 

She couldn't allow this virile male body to do these things to her! 
Forcefully, she thrust her hands against his chest as she writhed and kicked 
out, attempting to push him away from her. 

"No! Stop it! Goddamn you!" she snarled up at him. "Get off me!" 

Her sudden change of manner and the force of her attack took Pete off-guard 
for a moment, but he was not startled enough to release the young teacher 
and let her escape from him. It had gone too far for that. He caught both 
her wrists in his steel-fingered grasp, his weight pinning her down to the 
bench beneath him. 

"That's the way, baby. Fight it! It'll feel so much better when you finally 
give in." He laughed lustfully, gripping her all the more tightly. He could 
feel his turgid cock lurching excitedly in his tight pants. It was always so 
much better when they fought a little; it made it much more exciting. Now, 
he forced his leg between her thighs, wedging them open, and his middle 
finger went back to teasing the moist softness of her gently clasping 
vagina. "You're going to get fucked, baby...but I ain't going to rape you. 
You'll be climbing the walls, wanting it, begging me for it!" He laughed in 
cruel pleasure, a cold lewd smile twisting his face. 

"No! No!" she wailed defiantly. "I'll never beg for it...Never!" Her wail 
ended in a sob as she felt, deep in her heart, that he was right. God, no! 
She could never allow herself to do something so debasing. But how could she 
stop herself? She knew that as soon as her body took over, she would be 
utterly helpless. She would beg for it! But it would be her body 
begging...not her. Only he would believe it was she...and she would never be 
able to convince him otherwise. 

Then, slowly, Judy stopped struggling and relaxed, the insane horror of her 
defenseless situation sinking into her tortured brain. God! She was trapped! 
She could only lie there and allow this young, cold-hearted man to do 
whatever he wanted to her, let his hands roam at will over her vulnerable 
body, taking any and all indecently lewd liberties with her that he 
pleased...and then, when he was ready, he would take her sexually . . 
.violate her warm, young body and squirt his lust-heated sperm deep into her 
unwanting belly. And her body would beg him for it! 

There was nothing she could do nothing at all to stop him. Tears of 
humiliation and despair flowed down her cheeks; the revulsion in her for her 
own traitorous bodily reactions catching in her throat. And she groaned as 
she realized that the tantalizingly cruel play of his fingers on her 
nerve-filled pussy was bringing uncontrollable responses from the now openly 
seeping passage between her legs. 

His voice was low and husky in her ear, his breath hot against her neck. 
"Starting to feel good...isn't it, baby?" he taunted. 

Rolling her head aside, trying to twist her face away from him, the words 
caught in her throat and she couldn't speak. The sensual shock of his 
maddening fingers massaging her quivering clitoris pushed her to writhe her 
buttocks down hard to escape the frenzied sensations that coursed through 
her softly vibrating pussy. 

"Oooh! Ooooooh! Oooooh!" she whimpered abjectly and involuntarily as he 
continued his lewd fingering of her abused clitoris. 

Pete moved his powerful body up over her, freeing her wrists from his 
strong-fingered grasp, and bringing his hand up to her head he grabbed a 
handful of her long red hair. Then he drew her head to him and kissed her 
wetly, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth as his finger continued 
massaging her tingling cunt. 

"I'm going to make you naked all over now, baby," he grunted. "And you're 
going to cooperate." 

She knew, dully, that she would; at this point, she could do nothing to keep 
him from using her helpless body as he willed. 

Judy felt him raise her arms. She closed her green eyes, not wanting to 
think about what she was doing, mindlessly helping him with the proper 
movements, wriggling her shoulders, raising and lowering as he removed her 
shirt and then she felt his hands behind her as he unfastened her brassiere, 
and the cool air rushed over her full, throbbing breasts, the distended 
nipples pointing like spikes into the palms of his hands. 

She gasped as his fingers enclosed the warmly vibrant flesh, hotly kneading, 
squeezing and rolling the sensitive nipples between thumb and forefinger, 
until finally his hot wet mouth was on her, taking one of the hardened buds 
between his lips, his tongue licking, lips sucking the nipple maddeningly. 
Transferring then to the other breast, he paid it a similar homage, his long 
wet tongue finally trailing down through the narrow cleft that separated 
them, and her stomach muscles tightened, tensely, as he slithered over her 
quivering body, his tongue dipping moistly into her navel, teasing it while 
his hands kept up their constant kneading of her aching breasts. 

Now, she could feel his hands as they left her breasts, moving down along 
her ribs to her waist, sliding down the smooth flesh to the rounded curves 
of her hips and on down the outside of her legs to her knees. Then back up 
the insides of her soft warm thighs they came, spreading them, totally 
exposing her naked loins to his lustful attack, his breath rasping in his 
throat as his hand again plundered her tight, almost virginal cuntal lips. 
She kept her eyes closed tight as he raised from where she sprawled nakedly 
on the bench, and she could hear the whisper of cloth and zipper, and she 
knew that he was taking his clothes off. 

Oh, God! I can't look! 

"You'll have to face it, baby...so you might as well open those gorgeous 
eyes of yours," he insisted. 

She recognized the truth in what he said. She did have to face up to it, now 
that she was so deeply involved. Slowly, reluctantly, she unclenched her 
tightly closed green eyes, and gasped aloud. 

He was completely naked, kneeling now on the bench between her legs, his 
face distorted into a twisted lewd grin. Involuntarily, her eyes swept down 
his muscular body with its strong flat belly to his thick hardened penis 
standing out obscenely below. Her eyes widened, disbelieving what she saw. 
His cock looked huge. His salacious smile twisted his face as he saw her 
reaction, and he reached down and began caressing the turgid rod of his 
lust-hardened flesh, stroking gently back and forth. The foreskin slipped 
easily over the blood-engorged head, and with each stroke it jerked 
obscenely in his hand. 

"Ya like it. baby?" he chortled. 

"It's. . . it's so big!" she gasped. She continued to stare at his body in 
miserable humiliation, the sight of her own obscenely spread body filling 
her with shame, and again she was aware of the helplessness, the utter 
aloneness with which she faced her moment of truth embodied in this lusting, 
blackmailing brute. 

He must be insane! Her churning brain concluded that he was actually 
enjoying his vicious debauchment of her, the cruel gleam in his brown eyes 
as he watched the misery he was subjecting her to must be the gleam of a 
mentally deranged mind. 

But even as she stared at him in horror and agony, faint tinglings of 
unwanted desire surged into her loins, flickering like summer lightning, 
discharging feelings of wanton depravity along her sensitive nerve-endings. 
Nevertheless, a new sense of horror arose in the shuddering teacher as she 
watched her assistant, on his knees before her, lewdly stroking himself. Her 
eyes fixed upon the lust-swollen cock he held in his fist, its sheer size 
terrorizing her. Oh God! It would split her in two! How could she ever take 
something that big up inside her? 

Pete grinned at her wide-eyed stare. "Just wait'll you get this in that 
tight little cunt of yours," he leered and watched the expression of horror 
and fear that contorted her beautiful face. "You'll know you've really been 
fucked, then, baby." 

Again tears of self-pity welled up in her green eyes, overflowing and 
running unnoticed down her cheeks as she realized that this beast of a man 
would show her no mercy. Her mind was overwhelmed with the hopelessness of 
her position and the frightening realization that there was no escape from 
the ravishment he was going to inflict on her defenseless young body. This 
sex-crazed monster was going to completely destroy her! There was nowhere to 
turn...she was completely at his mercy. 

Leaning forward, suddenly, Brewster dropped the full weight of his body upon 
her, knocking the breath from her lungs. The long hard thickness of his 
penis pulsated against the soft flesh of her belly, while his brazenly 
searching hands once more started squeezing the smoothly rounded fullness of 
her breasts, causing her to whimper in pain. His mouth sought hers and his 
tongue stabbed deep into her throat, as animal noises of his lust rumbled 
from deep in his chest. 

After long moments, he raised his head uncertainly. God, she was luscious. 
But she wasn't reacting. She was as motionless as a statue. Well, he'd fix 
that! He slithered down her body, his head poised above the warm juncture of 
her thighs. The thought of what he was about to do to her made his mouth 
water with eagerness. 

Kneeling between her legs with his hands pressing apart the soft, warm 
columns of her smooth thighs, he gazed down hungrily at the thin coral-hued 
furrow of her vagina. The fleshy little outer petals peeked out from the 
ring of soft red hair like two tiny tongues, with viscous droplets of clear 
moisture clinging to them. 

As she lay there in confused terror beneath him, Judy felt the heat of his 
breath on her sensitive flesh, and she moaned aloud in agonized shame. "Oh, 
my God, no," she moaned, a swift feeling of guilt and disbelief overwhelming 
her. She whimpered in her throat as she looked down between the high twin 
mounds of her breasts to the scarlet triangle of pussy hair where she could 
see the top of his black-haired head as it poised above her softly 
palpitating cunt. 

He can't be going to do...that? she thought with a shiver of fear. It would 
be the final debasement. No! She had heard of men doing such things...but 
certainly no decent man would ever do it...and no normal woman would ever 
allow it. As she lay in terror beneath him, her green eyes pleaded with him 
not to debase her further. But even as she watched, his hands moved up, and 
she felt him place his thumbs against the fearfully trembling lips of her 
cunt, parting the softly curling strands of her pubic hair as he drew her 
vaginal lips apart and exposed her innermost cuntal walls to his salaciously 
aroused gaze. And then, unable to tear her eyes away, she saw him drop his 
head to her loins and felt the moist length of his tongue slide snake-like 
up into her defenselessly quivering vagina. 

"Please...." she groaned, "I...I've never...." Tremulously, her body 
responded, instinctively twitching with convulsive determination to escape 
this unnatural outrage he was perpetrating on her vulnerable pussy. Her hips 
ground down and back as a morass of hatred welled up in her against this 
inhuman creature who was using his tongue on her...like this. 

He's a...a pervert! A beast! A monster! her brain protested in horror. 

"Oooh! My God! Oooooh! No! Nooooo!" she wailed, bringing her hands down to 
try to push his dark head away from her milk-white loins. It wasn't 
possible! This couldn't be happening to her! It was the ultimate in 
depravity! Her thoughts churned wildly in her tortured brain...but it was 
there, it was happening and she couldn't deny the reality of it. Pete 
Brewster...this man she had trusted and whom she thought was trying to help 
her...now he had his tongue racing up into her unreceptively tingling cunt! 

"Oh, God, Pete.. . stop! Please...stop!" she begged in her abject shame as 
unwanted sensations of forbidden pleasure began to course through her whole 
body in reaction to his depraved, animal-like stimulation of her moistly 
quaking vaginal furrow. She fought desperately to keep her mind from 
acknowledging the wild, sensual twinges of passion racing maddeningly 
through her helpless flesh, stabbing at her loins with explosive urgency and 
subverting her traitorous body to this man's lewd salacious will. But she 
realized that she was betrayed. In spite of her revulsion, her own body had 
turned against her! 

Then, she saw his brown eyes staring up at her over the scarlet-haired 
triangle of her loins, watching her sadistically while his mouth and tongue 
labored wickedly at the widespread slit between her legs, and she could hear 
the obscene wet sucking sounds. She knew that he was waiting for her final 
unconditional surrender. 

I can't! I won't give in to him! Ooooooh...what's happening to me? I can't 
think straight. . . ooooooh...his tongue is driving me crazy! 

Pete's eyes remained fixed on her contorted face, his tongue continuing to 
thrust unceasingly up into her searing vagina. Tears came once more to her 
eyes, and he watched with ruthless satisfaction as she fought a losing 
battle to control her emotions. 

Fight it, baby! Fight it hard...because when you give up fighting.. . 
anything goes...because then you'll be mine...all mine to do with as I 
damned well please! 

His lips continued to probe until he found the erectly pulsing nub of her 
miniature phallus-like clitoris. He heard her whimper of agonized pleasure 
as he took the tiny trembling bud between his teeth, and, holding it firmly, 
ran his tongue around and around the swollen flesh, laving and massaging it 
with the wetly flicking tip of his tongue. It wasn't long before he felt the 
involuntary jerk of her loins as they began to grind up at him in 
uncontrollable rhythmic counterpoint to his abusive tongue. Now her head 
began to flail from side to side, the sensations so intense that she could 
no longer fight them, and he heard mewls and whimpers of pleasure emerging 
from deep in her chest. He drew her legs up beside his head, sliding his 
arms under her knees so that her shapely legs dropped over his shoulders, 
and his hands went beneath the quivering half-moons of her buttocks to pull 
them up cruelly toward his face. 

Judy's cries of involuntary pleasure filled the schoolroom as he shoved his 
agile tongue deep into the searingly moist depths of her clasping cunt. She 
knew at once that she had lost her desperate battle with herself, and her 
hands reached out to him, her fingers tangling in the black thatch of his 
hair, and she pulled his face tightly into her steaming loins. 

She was his now, he realized exultantly. She belonged to him. He was the 
master, and she was his to fuck...to destroy...to do with as he chose. She 
was lost beyond all recall. 

God! he thought. She's a luscious piece! I could fuck her all night! 

In spite of her resolve, Judy's body had finally betrayed her.. . as she'd 
known it would, and her flesh was no in complete command. She was helpless 
to do anything but merely obey the demanding sensations running rampant in 
her slowly grinding loins. Her belly jerked and spasmed, moving in tiny, 
hesitant circles upward to his plunging tongue as she pulled steadily on his 
hair, and fierce bolts of sensual lightning struck at her love-starved loins 
when she felt his tongue flick downward from her vagina toward the hidden 
puckered ring of her anus. She wanted to scream, but it was muffled into a 
moan of sensual pleasure as his hot wet tongue flicked at the sensitive 
opening. It was only a momentary digression from his goal, however, for in 
the next moment his tongue was back at work in the "vee" of her loins. She 
cried out throatily from the unplumbed depths of her soul for the 
fulfillment that had been denied her so long. The decision had been made for 
her; she could no longer resist. She was helpless in the face of her own 
lustful passion. 

"Oh, God! Pete! Love me! Love me! Now!" she moaned. 

The sadistically sex-crazed young man could not contain his savage elation. 
She was broken to his will, beginning to ask for it...not the way she would 
later...but at least she was asking him. In a few moments he was going to 
shove his big aching cock up inside her tight little cunt...and he was going 
to fuck her until she couldn't walk! God! His load was building in his 
balls...and he could hardly wait to shoot his hot sperm up into her 
aristocratic little pussy. 

He jerked his head free of her insistent hands in his hair, raised up and 
looked at her with a crazy, twisted smile. 

"You hot enough to fuck now, baby?" he demanded in a rasping voice. 

Judy felt as though she couldn't move...and she didn't want to. All there 
was in the world was this. Her eyes locked on his long thick cock and she 
knew she had to have it pounding up inside her or she would go completely 
mad-she had to have it even if it ripped her apart. 

Oh God! Don't let me do it! I must be going crazy. . . I feel like I 
actually want him to...keep on going. . . and. . . and. . . ! No! It's 
wrong! It's not possible! It's too big...it'll rip me apart. . . but, oh 
God, I can't stand this torture much longer! 

Pete pushed her down on their pile of clothing on the old wooden schoolhouse 
floor. "Okay, baby, take my cock and put it in that hot little cunt of 
yours," he commanded. 

She shook her head determinedly, her disheveled red hair flying. No! He 
could never make her do that...no! If he was going to do it, all right, he 
would do it...but she wasn't going to help him. But even as she resisted, 
her hand slid down between their lewdly poised bodies, reaching out for his 
monstrous red-cowled rod of hardened maleness, pausing a mere inch from its 
swollen tip. No, she couldn't bring herself to this final level of 
degradation. 

Pete groaned with frustration as he felt her hand working between their 
bodies and then stop before she touched his throbbing cock. "Do it!" he 
rasped through clenched teeth. "Put it in for me...now!" 

The distraught young teacher moaned pitifully. Her hand stretched out and 
her fingers encircled his thick, lust-inflated cock, feeling for the first 
time the truly enormous size of him. 

Her brain reeled again with fear and anticipation as she used the smooth 
bulbous cock-head to part the scarlet hair surrounding her moistly ready 
cunt. 

He moved his hips slightly forward, and his spongy cockhead forced its way 
into the tight elastic opening, stretching it cruelly. Judy was quivering 
with the fear that the great breadth of it would rip her asunder as her 
softly resilient flesh was stretched more and more with the almost 
unbearable pressure he exerted. 

The pain was more than she could stand. She screamed, "Oooh, God! You're 
ripping me! Please...oh, please! Don't...stop!" Her pain-tortured eyes 
pleaded with him for mercy, but through her tears, she could see the evil 
leer twisting his face. She knew she could expect no mercy from this 
heartless man. His ghastly pleasure was evident as he grimaced, the cruel 
light in his brown eyes telling her that, for him, it was sheer delight to 
see her suffering, while he brutally continued his inexorable impalement of 
her ravished young cunt. 

Inch by painful inch, his massive cock bored up into her desperately 
resisting vaginal sheath until abruptly, he grunted, and he lunged forward 
with all his strength, ramming his rock-hard shaft up into her tightly 
quailing passage with the force of a primeval boar. 

She screamed agonizingly with the excruciating pain of it. 

"Aaaaarrrggghhh! You're killing me...you're tearing me apart!" 

The thick-headed cock raced its full savage length up into the coral 
softness of her vaginal passage, pushing the warm walls of futilely 
resisting flesh aside like a knife spearing warm butter, until she felt his 
heavy sperm-laden balls smack resoundingly against the smooth naked cheeks 
of her upturned buttocks. 

Pete lay still for a moment atop her, breathing hard, the air raspy in his 
throat; then, he grunted once again and flexed his buried cock deep inside 
her, feeling it strained for space within the clasping tightness of her 
soft, fleshy cuntal sheath. 

Judy groaned in abject despair. Once again, her tormentor repeated his 
flexing motion with the thickness of his massive cock, each time eliciting a 
tearful groan of agony and shame from deep in her throat. Surprisingly, 
then, her painfully stretched passage began slowly to adjust, accommodating 
itself instinctively to the great length and breadth of the throbbing cock 
piercing its narrow passage. Her grunts of pain became softer as he began a 
slow grinding motion of his pelvis, insinuating his balls up even more 
tightly between her thighs, expanding and stretching the soft resilient 
walls of her cunt until her whimpers of pain gave way to little mewls of 
forbidden pleasure that she could no longer control. She was on fire. 
Unbidden, her loins began to move under him, playing a lewd counterpoint to 
his measured, revolving motions. 

He grinned triumphantly to himself. She was ready to beg. Levering himself 
up on his arms above her, he withdrew the massive sword of his cock from the 
sheath of her cunt until only the head of it remained clasped between the 
fleshy wide-split folds of her hair-lined young cunt. 

"Now, baby...beg for it! Beg me to fuck you!" 

She gasped. "No! Please, noooo! Haven't you done enough to me already? Do 
you have to...keep on humiliating me?" she whimpered. 

Pete laughed maliciously. "Come on, Teach...beg for it. You know you want 
it." As he spoke, he flexed his cock once more, causing the bulbous head to 
press tightly against the sensitive opening of her cunt. 

Judy mewled in ecstasy. She couldn't help herself. Every fiber of her being 
rejected it, but all at once she was saying it...saying the words he wanted 
to hear...spewing them out like a gutter whore...those awful words she would 
have sworn she would never bring herself to utter. 

"Oh, yes," she moaned. "Yes...yes...God! I...I want it! I want you to fuck 
me. Fuck me! Please...please fuck me!" she begged, rasping the words out 
between tightly clenched teeth, realizing that now nothing was left for her 
to hang onto. There was no pride...no morals. All she had left was 
sensation...the feel of his thickly pulsating cock buried deep up inside her 
hungry cunt. 

"Where do you want me to fuck you, baby?" he teased with a mocking grin. 

"Where?" she asked. "Where?" Then she realized he must be wanting to hear 
her say it...what else could he mean? "In...in my...my...cunt." She groaned 
out the lewd words with a desperate conviction. 

"With what? Goddamn it...with what?" 

The red-haired teacher groaned. "With...with your cock...with your big, hard 
cock! Oh God, just do it!" 

Pete rocked above her, thrusting in and out of her with short, smooth 
strokes. Her body reacted of its own volition, her fight against the lewd 
sensation in her loins already lost in dishonor and ravishment. She had no 
further will to struggle; she only wanted to surrender, unconditionally, to 
the wanton hungers of her flesh, and the thought of her total surrender 
brought still further excitement to her, the flashes of electric shocks 
jumping from nerve to nerve and grounding in the close, wet tightness where 
Pete's cock had begun to thrust longer and faster into her love-starved 
pussy. 

Judy felt her whole body responding to the increased depth and speed of his 
strokes. She squirmed and. writhed beneath him on the bench, as he dropped 
his lust-contorted mouth to hers, and she thrust her tongue deep into his 
throat to be sucked. She moaned incessantly up into his face, her 
passion-fired mind willing, now, to accept anything. She began to grind her 
naked loins up to him in tempo with his heavily driving cock, her lovely 
face contorted with desire, her green eyes glazed, nostrils flaring and her 
breath coming in a jerky, panting rhythm. 

Never in her life had Judy believed that such rapture existed. Never had she 
expected that, from the licking and sucking of her cunt to this moment with 
his cock pounding deep up into her belly, filling her completely, she would 
want anything so much. It was magnificent! 

Now, she found as she moved with him, moving her cunt hesitantly at first up 
and down his blood-engorged shaft, that the intensity of her sensations 
became more delicious and almost unbearably pleasurable. In a few short days 
since she'd lost her virginity, she had almost forgotten that lying beneath 
a man, his cock in her cunt, being fucked against her will could possibly be 
so pleasurable.-likewise, she had forgotten that she would want to give 
pleasure in return, for that's what she wanted now. She was being given this 
wonderful thing...against her will...but now she wanted to give of herself 
in return. 

Oh, God! It's so wonderful! Don't ever let it stop! I want this marvelous 
prick filling me...fucking into my cunt. . . forever! 

Pete reached down, moving his hand over her now hungrily gyrating buttocks 
to the defenselessly puckered nether ring of her anus. Momentarily soaking a 
finger in the viscous moisture that seeped from her well-filled cuntal 
passage, he circled the tiny hole before placing the tip of his extended 
finger against the rubbery softness of her nether passage. He felt her sharp 
intake of breath, and the shock in her body, as he pushed slightly against 
the elastic tightness of her warm, puckered opening. 

"Now you're going to get it, baby. I'm going to shove my finger up your 
ass...as far as it'll go!" he gloated. 

His words caused her to gasp, but they were a further incitement to her 
already inflamed passion, and wantonly, insanely she wanted it. . . she 
wanted to be hurt...to be hurt until she screamed. 

"Yes! Oooooh, yessss! I want it! I want your finger in my asshole...Oh, God! 
I want you filling me every where!" The strangled words strained from her 
passion-tightened throat as delirious rapture overcame her violently 
writhing nakedness. 

He pushed hard, and his finger sank up into her anus all the way to the 
palm. She screamed in mingled pain and passion as the finger wormed in past 
the tiny resisting elastic muscle, deep up into the rubbery sponginess of 
her warm rectum. Never had she felt the agony of such pleasurable pain in 
her whole life. Even as unbelievable bliss filled her loins, she adjusted to 
the painful presence in her anus and tried to skewer herself back onto his 
sadistically torturing middle finger. At the same time, she strained her 
vaginal muscles to suck his monstrous cock completely up into her hot 
slaving cunt. 

Then he thrust into her with increased speed, feeling the bulge of his 
cock-head against the separating tissues between her pussy and rectum while 
she writhed uncontrollably beneath him, grinding up and down on his 
hammering cock with mounting fury. Her legs jerked and her toes curled, 
while her buttocks moved her finger-filled anal passage against his impaling 
digit in abject subjugation. 

Grunting heavily, he began to pound into her, yanking his invading finger 
from her anus with a resounding pop, and, using both hands to press her 
knees back against her breasts, he doubled them back hard, exposing the 
whole of her naked and defenseless cuntal area to his merciless attack. 

Her lovely face contorted with passion. She felt the sensations beginning to 
overpower her, and she started to chant mindlessly up into his face. 

"Ooohh...oooh...oooh...fuck me...hard! Harder!" 

He slaved away, thrusting and plunging, wildly jackhammering up into her 
clasping pussy, his thrusts becoming evermore and more forceful. 

Damn! he thought, I've never known a woman like this before! She has every 
inch of my cock up in her...and she wants more! 

She tossed her head wildly, sending her flaming red hair cascading out in 
waves of burning softness, as her body convulsed in spasms of muscular 
contraction that brought her to the heights of sensual pleasure. And then 
she seemed to be falling through limitless space. 

As in a dream, she heard herself speaking, her voice unreal in her own ears. 

"Aaarrrgggghhh! I'm almost there! I'm cumming...I'm cumming! Now! Oooh! Now! 
Now! It's...oooh, God...it's...heeeerrrreee!" 

Pete, driving into her from above, felt the great resounding tremors in her 
body, even as his own orgasm began unleashing deep inside him, behind his 
pummeling cock, deep in his sperm-bloated balls, hosing up through him and 
exploding in great spurts from the lust-inflated head of his jerking penis. 
The hot viscous semen jetted far up into the dark moist confines of her 
hungrily clasping cunt in a flow that seemingly had no end. 

"God! Ooohhh, God, Judy, baby...I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg!" he groaned. "Right 
with you! Damn! You're pumping me dry! Oh...God...what...a...gorgeous...cunt 
. . . ! " He collapsed on top of her, his cock still jerking inside her 
sperm-flooded body. 

They lay for long minutes. Time receded for Judy into the shrouding mists of 
sensuality as she lay there on the schoolroom bench under the black-haired 
young man, her brain mercifully suspended and shut off. Incredible peace and 
fulfillment permeated every cell of her flesh, and she was content only to 
feel, to be. without reason, logic, morals, values or convictions, 
unidentified, amoebic, merely an animal responding instinctively to the 
warmth around her. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Archibald Feather laid the phone gently back in its cradle. His hand was 
shaking from the effort to restrain himself from slamming it down in Mrs. 
Anderson's ear. The rumors were all over town now, each one more exaggerated 
than the last. That damned Judy Turner had gotten the whole town worked up 
over Old Paramus. Even the paper had come with an article in her 
favor...clearly, the little bitch had everyone on her side. Well...not 
everyone. But she'd gotten to a lot of parents already. 

That Brewster guy must be dense as hell. The tall superintendent got up from 
his desk, downed a couple of aspirins and picked up his briefcase. Certainly 
that young punk Brewster must have read his meaning. He should have gotten 
to that Turner bitch by now. But, maybe not. You never knew...maybe he'd 
have to spoil it out for the kid. Archibald Feather hadn't thought it would 
be necessary after looking over Brewster's personnel folder. Shit! The young 
stud couldn't keep his hands off any female teacher or student. His folder 
was studded with complaints...which is why Feather decided he would be the 
perfect choice to soften up Judy Turner. But, what the hell...you wanted 
anything done these days, you had to do it yourself. 

Driving up the winding road above the narrow river, Archibald Feather 
acknowledged to himself that it wasn't just the necessity of getting Judy 
Turner into a teaching slot in one of the town schools that prompted his 
decision to go see her tonight. While trying to plot a strategy in his head, 
the thought of that luscious red-haired beauty was causing his cock to throb 
painfully in the tight confines of his pants. 

* * * 

Judy came out of the shower, her body tingling from the needle-sharp spray 
of hot water. She couldn't seem to take enough baths these days. Blotting 
her soft nakedness with a huge fluffy towel, she thought about the guilt 
that she had tried to wash away by multiple bathing. First Larry Williams, 
and now Pete Brewster. Something seemed to have snapped inside her. It was 
as though all her careful upbringing had held the dam of her own awareness 
all these years. But once that dam was broken, the flood of her repressed 
sexuality had come pouring out in a torrent. How else could she explain her 
outrageous behavior with two different men in the space of just a few days? 
It was horrifying simply because it was such a complete reversal of the self 
she had known all these years. 

Dropping the towel, the red-haired teacher looked at her mirrored flesh with 
loathing and suspicion. The high full breasts topped her smooth soft belly 
above the flaring patch of scarlet pubic hair. The rest of her white body 
was smooth and sleek and voluptuous, too. Even the sight of her own flesh 
seemed to arouse her to lascivious thoughts, now. Tentatively, she reached 
out a hand to weigh one of her ripe, heavy breasts, and she felt an 
answering twinge in her scarlet-fringed pussy. Oh, God! It was 
wrong...terribly, hideously wrong! 

With a little cry of humiliation and despair, Judy whirled and threw on her 
thick terry cloth robe to blot out the view of her own arousing nakedness. 

The door chime echoed through the little cottage in a querulous two-toned 
scale. Judy jerked the pins from her top-knotted hair and pulled her robe 
high around her throat. Padding quickly across the carpet, she opened the 
door a cautious crack. 

"Yes?" Then her mouth dropped open as she saw Archibald Feather, standing 
tall and imperiously, seeming to look down his long nose at her. "Oh...oh, 
Mr. Feather. . . I...excuse me.. . I wasn't expecting anyone...." She opened 
the door to admit him. 

Obviously." His icy blue eyes swept over her from bare feet to the flowing 
red hair that hung in long flaming strands down her back. The thick bulky 
terry cloth robe was unable to hide much of her magnificently proportioned 
young body. 

"I...uh...do come in." Judy felt at a loss. What in the world was the 
superintendent doing here at night? The memory of her hysterical outburst in 
his office flashed through her mind, and she felt her cheeks flushing 
despite her attempts to seem cool and calm. 

"I'll just get some clothes on," she murmured in confusion. "Perhaps you'd 
like some coffee. I'll make some...I won't be a minute." 

"Don't bother. This won't take long. Sorry to have disturbed you at 
home...at this time of night...but I think it's time you and I had a serious 
talk." The tall man sat in the middle of Judy's couch as though he were 
occupying a throne. He watched her like a beast of prey who has spotted his 
quarry and can afford to wait and play with it a bit. 

Judy perched herself precariously on the edge of a chair, poised as if in 
preparation for a quick escape. Her robe parted slightly to reveal several 
inches of cream-white thigh. Her brilliant red hair curled in damp tendrils 
around her concerned face. 

"I mentioned before that perhaps we should see each other in more social 
circumstances. Glad you were home tonight." 

Judy nodded uncertainly; she still felt off-balance from his sudden 
appearance at her door, and she had a strong feeling of apprehension. What 
did he want? She couldn't imagine...but she felt sure he meant no good for 
her. The superintendent's eyes were pouring over her again in a more than 
familiar way. She felt an isolated muscle quiver in her belly, and her 
throat was dry. 

"Would you happen to have a drink in the house?" 

"Oh...yes...forgive me for not suggesting it. Is vodka all right." 

"Fine." 

When they were back in the living room with icy martinis. Judy curled up at 
one end of the couch, clutching her glass as though it were a lifeline. 
Archibald Feather looked very different to her than before. He was wearing a 
light sport shirt open at the neck, and casual slacks revealed the lines of 
his tall powerful body. He looked younger but no less formidable, and she 
waited for him to begin the conversation, vaguely realizing that she was 
both afraid of him and attracted to him. He was bent on destroying her 
career.. . so how could she possibly be attracted to him? Perhaps it was 
because of the very strangeness of the man, his remoteness, his 
coldness...and then there were those abrupt shifts to frankly sexual stares. 

She watched him take a long sip on his drink as he glanced at her 
bookshelves. The vodka felt like a warm helping hand in her stomach, its 
glow spreading through her in little fingers of heat. 

"Judy," the tall man said, sitting down beside her on the couch, "I know how 
you feel about Old Paramus, but I'm prepared to offer you something very 
attractive to take its place." His voice was ominously silky. 

"It's a good school...in spite of what you think, Mr. Feather." 

"Archie, please. We're talking as friends now, Judy." His hand came up 
casually and caught a strand of her fine red hair, toying with it casually. 

"You look much more feminine with your hair down." 

Judy looked down at the carpet, not daring to meet his eyes. "You...you were 
saying you had something to offer me." She was suddenly very conscious of 
her vulnerable nakedness under the robe. When she should have been worrying 
about protecting her school and trying to persuade him to her point of view, 
she was beginning to feel her own newly awakened awareness. It was crazy. 
How could she hold onto her own sanity if this continued? Larry seemed to 
have unleashed something in her that must have been straining for a long 
time to come out. Was she really like this underneath? Was this the true 
Judy Turner coming out.. . a sensual-minded slut? Oh, God! Judy took another 
long drink hoping the alcohol would somehow give her back the courage of her 
convictions. 

"Yes...I'm prepared to offer you a lot of things." His hand strayed down to 
her knee. "Among them...a rather plum job at the Mulberry School. The best 
teaching job in the district. . . you could write your own ticket there, you 
know. Small classes, ungraded, teacher aides...." His voice died in a 
whisper as his hand traced the length of her terry cloth-covered thigh, and 
his blue eyes were only inches from hers, boring coldly into her very soul. 

Judy could no longer avoid his eyes. like blue ice, they shot into her, into 
the soft vulnerable places inside her. She could feel his insinuating hand 
on her thigh, and a warning tingle ran through her nerves. Move! her brain 
ordered. Get up and walk away from this maniac! 

"You should give yourself a chance, Judy. I could do a lot for you...if 
you'd let me, you know," Archie purred in a husky voice. "You're a very 
beautiful woman...but alone...and lonely." 

Judy heard the words as if from a distance, the sounds not translating 
immediately, for his lips were near her ear, and his hot breath shot into 
the sensitive orifice in gusts of sensation. The soft sibilant sounds sent 
shivers through her whole body. She was dimly aware that in a matter of 
seconds, he would have her in the same position that Larry and Pete had 
subjected her to, but her muscles refused to move her away from him. It was 
as if her body was waiting...welcoming his next move...wanting it. 

Suddenly, the mouth at her ear was sliding around her cheek and capturing 
her mouth in a long and fierce kiss. She could feel the hardness of his lips 
and the smooth white teeth behind them grinding into her soft half-open 
mouth. That long striking tongue shot out into the warmth and wetness of her 
mouth, probing deep into her, forcing her back against the couch. She found 
it hard to breathe, and she seemed to be helplessly drowning in the waves of 
passion that swept through her like a raging torrent. 

Archibald Feather's large hand snaked into the open neckline of her robe and 
caught one fully ripened breast in a brutal squeeze, and something clicked 
in her brain. "Nooo...nooooo!" she protested. 

His cruel fingers continued to dig into the resilient flesh of her breast, 
while his tongue fucked relentlessly into her mouth. She must have been mad, 
completely mad, to let herself get into this position with a man who was her 
sworn enemy! Almost from that first moment when she'd met him, he'd been her 
enemy. He wanted to take away her school, her children, her freedom, her 
hopes for a school of her own...and here she was, letting him maul her like 
a common whore! 

All at once, Judy galvanized into action, and she leaped from the couch and 
Archibald Feather's arms. She was shaking with rage and fury, a red sheet of 
flaming anger in front of her eyes. The anger was directed toward the school 
superintendent, but she was vaguely aware that its source came from the 
recognition of her own stupidity and humiliation she had exhibited before 
this man who wanted to take her school away and break her. 

"Get out.. . get out of here," she screamed. Bitter tears came welling up to 
choke her and sobs arose from deep inside to shake her in a frenzy of rage. 
"I don't want your job...your stupid town job...I wouldn't have it. . . only 
the kids suffer. . . education is a business to you...and all those other 
phony doctors of education...you don't care what happens to the kids...you 
don't care! You only care about building your own little empire! Well, I 
refuse to be a part of it.. . I won't! I'm going to fight you...I am! I 
aaammmmm!" Judy began to sob incoherently, backing away from the tall rising 
figure who moved slowly toward her. 

Archibald Feather moved toward her deliberately, watching the wide-eyed girl 
gasping for breath and sobbing hysterically as the tears flowed from her 
anguished green eyes. And he watched her magnificently formed breasts rising 
and falling with her emotion. Yes, she was a beautiful filly worth taming, a 
bitch who didn't want to recognize her own needs. He'd have her wanting it. 
Look at her now...one kiss, and she was mewling and crying. 

With one swift movement, he caught a handful of her long red hair and yanked 
her head back, while he ripped the robe from her naked body. "When I get 
through with you, bitch, no one in the state will hire you for anything! 
But, first, I'm going to have the fun of breaking you in! You're going to 
beg for it...like you've never begged for anything in your whole life 
before!" 

"Nooooo! Oh, God! No...just leave...you don't want me...please...." 

Another cruel yank on her hair sent Judy to her knees before this tall 
heartless man who intended to use her unmercifully. In horror, she looked up 
from her position on the floor and saw his blue eyes become colder and icier 
than before. 

"You're right, my dear. You have upset my plans. You've made several wrong 
moves which have caused me no end of grief. And I intend to have my revenge 
before I throw you out of the system entirely. But, first, I'm going to fuck 
you...I'm going to fuck you like you should have been fucked a long time 
ago. I'm going to fuck you and you're going to love it. . . you're going to 
love it so much, you'll grovel at my feet and beg for more." The words came 
from between Archibald Feather's grimly clenched teeth, and each word was 
punctuated by a cruel tug on her long hair. 

"Noooo...don't! Please don't...oh, God...." The words bubbled from the 
depths of Judy's heaving chest, her breath coming in jerking fits and 
starts, the tears streaming on and on down her lovely face. 

"Unbuckle my belt.. . zip my pants down!" 

Judy looked up at him stupidly, still weeping and moaning incoherently. Did 
he really expect her to do that? No...she wasn't about to help him in any 
way. Abruptly, a stinging slap across her face sent her reeling, but only a 
short few inches, and his other hand jerked her back to her abject kneeling 
position before him. 

"Pull my shorts down," he ordered. 

He watched as she reached for his hips, her long smooth arms pulling her 
heavy breasts even more upright and upward thrusting. Oh, man! The 
sensations of those slender fingers pulling his shorts down his hips! His 
turgid cock leaped out directly in front of her face, and it jerked and 
throbbed there, while he could feel his sperm-swollen balls growing hard and 
demanding. Christ! She was as luscious a little bitch as he had ever 
encountered. 

Judy gasped as she stretched the knit jockey shorts downward and released 
the gargantuan length and thickness of Archibald Feather's hugely distended 
cock that bounded out of its cloth confinement like an angry charging 
monster. Oh, God! She had never had her face so close to a man's cock 
before, and she stared fascinated and terrified at the spongy purplish-red 
mushroom-shaped cockhead. A tiny drop of clear liquid had seeped out from 
the slit at the tip, and it hung there like a miniature pearl. She could see 
the large purple veins and the tiny red and blue capillaries just under the 
skin. The massive instrument was so glutted with blood that it looked as 
though it might burst the very smooth satiny skin that encased it. Oh, God! 
How had she ever gotten herself in such a position? Such a hopeless, 
horrifying situation? 

Despite her terror, she found herself fascinated by the closeness of this 
cock that loomed out at her like a blunt-ended club bent on destroying 
her...on splitting her asunder and leaving her bleeding to death. The 
massive shaft jerked and cleaved the air as though it had a life of its own, 
as though blindly seeking the hollow of her body with its one cyclopean eye 
that drooled a drop of clear liquid lust before her eyes. 

Archibald Feather looked down at the young teacher, humbled and kneeling 
terrified at his feet like a slave, divesting him of his shorts, and he 
gloated at her look of sheer horror when his cock sprang out before her like 
a thick knife. She trembled uncontrollably, her wide-set breasts quivering, 
the breath rasping out of her lungs. Her soft mouth quaked and swallowed, 
her lips shivering and her tongue snaking out to lick their fearful dryness. 
He kicked the shorts off his feet and jerked his shirt off quickly. Then, 
grabbing her beautiful young face by the jaws, the tall man looked down at 
her in cruel triumph. 

"Now, bitch...kiss my prick...gently...like you love it!" 

Judy's green eyes snapped wide open, the whites showing in circles of 
surprised horror. He was a depraved perverted maniac...a naked, powerful 
madman...towering above her and demanding this disgusting thing as though 
she were nothing more than a paid whore! 

"Open your mouth, bitch! Kiss my prick...lick it, or so help me, I'll ram it 
down your throat!" 

Subserviently, in abject fear, Judy opened her lips tentatively. Her eyes 
fell from his stern and furious face down the length of Archibald Feather's 
naked muscular body to the tightly curled brown patch of pubic hair where 
his cock thrust out at her in obscene immensity. The great length hung in 
front of her face like a sword, a huge lance of solid male flesh, throbbing 
and jerking in lewd anticipation. Oh, God...in her mouth! He said to kiss 
it.. . to lick it.. . as though she loved it! She could feel her throat 
muscles tensing and gagging at the thought of touching that turgid piece of 
flesh with her tongue. 

Impatiently, the school superintendent jerked her head forward, his fingers 
twisting brutally in her long cascade of scarlet hair, until her soft lips 
brushed the achingly eager tip of his cock. The first contact of Judy's 
smooth sensuous lips sent an electric-like charge sparking through the whole 
length of his burning cock, and he groaned ecstatically. The naked young 
schoolteacher kneeling before him like a slave, a will-less subject over 
whom he had complete dominion, recoiled slightly with that first touch, and 
then came forward once again, resisting hopelessly, but obeying as his hands 
tightened in her hair. 

His head lowered so that he could watch the fear-contorted features of her 
beautiful face poised there before his loins, and his brain reeled with the 
obscene mental image of his pulsating thickness burrowing in and out of her 
hungrily ovaled young lips. He was excited beyond all recall now. He had to 
have her suck him off! He could feel his semen beginning to boil in his 
testicles, and he knew it wouldn't be too long before it came pouring out of 
his shaft like a flow of molten lava...deep into her throat. 

"Hurry up!" he commanded urgently. "Suck it, bitch! Suck it!" 

Closing her eyes and opening her mouth halfway, Judy stuck out her tongue, 
and then, taking a deep breath, she plunged her head forward. The tall man 
felt the incredible, hot moist softness of her lips closing over the 
sensitive head of his throbbing cock. He felt her firebrand tongue licking 
obediently in tiny little circles of liquid heat around and around his 
spongy cockhead, flicking into the pulsating opening, licking up the drop of 
fluid oozing there. His hands in her long hair tightened, and he thrust his 
loins forward, driving several inches of his massive cock deep into the soft 
warm confines of her mouth. Then he lurched forward once more, and felt his 
spongy cockhead slam against the back of her throat. 

"Uuuuggghhhh," Judy gagged around the superintendent's hardened rod of 
invading flesh. 

"Ooooh," Archibald Feather moaned in lust-crazed passion. 

The trapped teacher choked and drew back slightly, tasting the moist 
stickiness of his slowly secreting pre-cum. Her mouth felt crammed with 
unwanted male flesh. The fiendish man seemed determined to choke her with 
it, to drive it all the way down her throat and cut off her breath 
completely. Her gag-reflex caused the soft walls of her throat to clasp 
tightly around the plundering shaft, and brought another moan of ecstasy 
from the lips of the heartless man. 

But she realized how hopelessly her situation was; she could do nothing but 
obey her superior's commands. Her stomach muscles tensed and spasmed 
involuntarily, and she felt for a minute as if she might be sick, trying to 
reject this nauseating length of pulsing flesh from the sensitive cavern of 
her pristine mouth. Nonetheless, sensing that nothing would stop this 
monster from forcing her to do his bidding...she came to the desperate 
conclusion that her only hope was to do what he wanted...do it quickly...get 
it over with as soon as possible. 

Weakly, she raised her tongue, moving it slowly around the mouth-filling 
cylinder of turgid male flesh. Then she twirled the tip of her tongue 
maddeningly around his spongy cockhead, licking up another drop of clear 
sticky liquid. Her soft lips ovaled and clasped the thick base of his 
lust-hardened cock like a live rubber band. 

The sight of the beautiful young red-haired teacher down on her knees before 
him and sucking his rampant cock into her soft wet mouth only increased the 
school superintendent's arousal, and his loins tensed and jerked into her 
face, forcing the entire fleshy expanse of his swollen cock into her mouth 
with each hard forward thrust, so that only his patch of curly brown pubic 
hair showed brushing against her nose. And then he pulled back, and the 
thick shaft emerged from between her soft lips, glistening with her saliva. 

Her tongue, with a nerve-shattering lick on the out-stroke, was like a 
separate entity, a thing gone wild with lust, making his cock-head jerk like 
a puppet on a string. For, to Judy's complete amazement, her horror and 
disgust were dissolving in the enchantment of the obscene act her supervisor 
was forcing her to perform. The pungent taste and masculine odor of the 
thickly ramming shaft in her mouth were causing wild shivers of excitement 
to race through her own naked flesh. The forbidden animalistic debauchery 
forced upon her helpless body was its own reward, and a strange masochistic 
eagerness to participate willingly and well began to force itself on her 
brain, while her nakedly sensual body began a nonverbal communion with the 
great hungry penis protruding like an oversized banana from her widely 
rounded lips. 

Archibald Feather ran his tongue across his dry lips. He felt a tremor 
course through his loins as he watched the young and previously terrified 
teacher clamp her lips voluntarily around his massively distended member and 
begin to suck on it with a measured rhythm. She might be young and 
inexperienced, but she learned fast! Man! The little bitch was becoming a 
master at it already! 

Groaning raggedly with the lust that her hotly swirling young tongue 
elicited from his aroused cock, he caught her beautiful face more tightly 
between his hands and guided her eagerly sucking lips over the entire rigid 
length of his pulsing cock. He could feel the muscles in her tender young 
throat working hungrily on his cock-head as she gulped and tried to swallow 
the full length of his great bloated shaft down her tonsils. 

Almost choking from her over-filled mouth, Judy eased her lips back down the 
long thick satin-skinned shaft that was wet with her saliva and glistened in 
the lamplight. 

"Christ! Suck it, bitch! Suck it all the way in your mouth!" Archibald 
Feather ordered her hoarsely. His strong hairy thighs were quivering as he 
crouched slightly, thrusting his rock-hard penis deeper into her welcoming 
mouth. 

She ran her tongue along the underside of his rigid cock and lavished her 
copious saliva all over his scrotum. She moaned passionately as she leaned 
to her task, for her supervisor's cock was pulsating wildly now, jerking in 
rhythmic frenzy with her newly acquired oral skill. She had never dreamed 
that anything so crude and lurid could taste so deliciously exciting. She 
found herself wanting to swallow the whole thing if she could, for the taste 
of the thin oozing liquid in her wet mouth was all male and extremely 
lust-provoking. 

The tears had long ago dried on her cheeks, and she had been unaware of them 
drying up, for the taste of his masculine piquancy, the passionate odor of 
his genitals was sending wild tremors of delight coursing through her. 
Mewling deep in her throat, Judy lavished her warm wet tongue on the 
beautiful responsive penis. She brushed and grazed along its base and wide 
underside to its coronal ridge, sticky and protruding from the thick 
foreskin, and then played with it, washing it with caressing, lapping 
strokes. 

Again she returned to the bloated cock-head to jab at the tiny opening in 
the smooth spongy glans with the pointed tip of her tongue. Then she moved 
back to the base, letting her tongue slide over the hair-covered sac of his 
testicles, the wiry hairs tickling her chin and cheeks. As she engorged his 
wildly swollen rigidity into the enveloping warmth of her mouth and started 
to suck in earnest, a terrible forbidden thought leaped into her 
passion-numbed consciousness. She actually wanted this massively pulsating 
cock to cum in her mouth, to gush his explosive orgasm down her throat to 
pool in her belly; she wanted to swallow his sperm, taste his semen, and 
suck him dry! 

Oh, God! She was truly becoming depraved! Larry Williams, with his 
spontaneous rape on the river bank, had unleashed a fiercely wanton female 
animal that she had never known existed inside the athletic, prudish, 
enthusiastic, bookish self that she had been all these years. But there was 
no turning back, no hiding from herself any longer that she needed the 
frankly sexual attentions of a man. Even this man who was her enemy and whom 
she despised aroused her to heights she never knew existed before. Yes...she 
had to have it, had to have this great strong male organ in her mouth or in 
her cunt. And right now she wanted to suck and tease and cajole this cock 
until it shot its load of hot sperm deep into her belly. 

"Oh, Jesus! Judy...baby-bitch...come up here...." Archibald Feather croaked, 
the sight of her slavering face and bouncing naked breasts and 
scarlet-haired pussy all completely subservient now to his jerking rod 
suddenly overwhelmed him. He bent and pulled her to her feet, the air 
rushing coolly over his saliva-slickened balls and cock. Almost whining now, 
the breath rasping from his chest in snorts and bellows, the school 
superintendent bent and scooped the tall young redhead into his arms, and he 
carried her over to the couch. 

"Suck it again, bitch-baby...suck it while I eat your pussy," he ordered in 
a moaning voice, and he drew her upside down over his naked body so that her 
mouth had easy access to the jerking rod straining upward from his hairy 
loins. Looking upward, Archibald Feather spread the young teacher's long 
beautiful thighs over his face and opened to his lustful view the moistly 
pink slit of her flowing cunt. Oh, Christ! It was the tightest, smoothest, 
most delicious-looking little pussy he had ever seen, its folds opening like 
lascivious coral petals beckoning him inward into the very gates of heaven. 

With a secret anticipatory grin, the superintendent ran his hand over the 
smooth rounded moons of her ass-cheeks and drew the thin fleece-fringed 
mouth of her vagina toward his face. The flaming red pubic hair was wet and 
lay in soft tendrils around the softly throbbing lips. With one fierce 
thrust, his tongue plunged full length into the passion-wet hollow between 
the swollen pussy-lips, and he felt the heated walls of her vagina clutch 
frenziedly at his tongue, clamping around it as if never to let it go. It 
was as though he prodded her with hot iron that sent bolts of fiery heat 
straight up through her body, for he felt her arch and heard her 
excruciating cry as her muscles jerked at this lewd invasion of her moistly 
heated cunt. 

"Aaaggghhh! Oh, God!" Judy cried as her supervisor jabbed deep into the most 
secret recess of her body to sear her tender young cuntal walls with the hot 
flame of his tongue. Oh, God! She'd never felt anything like it! It was as 
though a bolt of lightning had stabbed into her. Her nerves and muscles 
tensed to the snapping point, and still the rapture raced through her! 

A lewd grin of triumph flitted across Archibald Feather's almost-buried face 
as his tongue wormed hotly upward into the desire-soft pussy flesh, and the 
thin scarlet pubic curls ringed his chin like a short silken beard. 
So...he'd been right about this bitch from the start. Christ! She was the 
hottest little piece of ass he'd had for as long as he could remember. She 
wanted it so bad that the first move had her wailing like a cat in heat. 
Shit! Hot as hell and twice as sweet! 

He was kissing her cunt now, while she in turn licked and teased his 
throbbing cock. How long had he wanted to feel the soft down of a woman's 
pubic area and smell the excited feminine musk of her desire-ridden pussy as 
it opened to his mouth, and here, now, with this vibrant, sensual bitch, he 
was doing just that. He could feel his lust-swollen penis flow along the 
ridged roof of her smooth mouth, and a moan began to build deep, deep within 
his chest. 

He breathed hard and blew into her, the cheeks of her buttocks clenching, 
then relaxing in front of his excited face. Prying her spread loins wider, 
he pushed his mouth hard against the wetness of her vaginal slit, and she 
squirmed above him. He drew her over him deeper, so that her palpitating, 
soft-rimmed pussy was sunk onto his nose and lips, and holding her tight 
around the buttocks, so that she couldn't slip away, he thrust his thick wet 
tongue forward again between the warm fleshy folds. 

He heard her gasp with excitement and renew her frantic nibbling on his cock 
with frenziedly hungry vacuum motion. She jerked with his hot, teasing 
contact, quickly screwing herself harder down on his working face. Her 
widely exposed young vaginal passage contracted, opening and closing around 
his tongue like a tight rubber band, until he had a difficult time 
breathing. His breath exploded into her with tiny, mewling grunts that 
muffled themselves into oblivion, and then he spread her still wider with 
his palms and began to curl and flick his tongue at the nakedly grinding 
expanse of her milky-white buttocks. He sucked and licked while she swayed 
her firm ass-cheeks hotly around his face, almost out of control. 

Her cunt flowered open wider, her secretions cascading down her inner thighs 
and over his chin, while he desperately swirled his saliva-drenched tongue 
around her wide-stretched vaginal hole. He could feel her thigh muscles 
hollow and contract around his head and the sides of his cheeks, and he 
plunged deeper into her cunt with each wicked thrust. The tantalizing odor 
which assailed his sex-flared nostrils came from a bubbling mixture of her 
cuntal lubrications, her thinly sweat-filmed skin, and the tiny, puckered 
little orifice of her anus, which was scant inches from his eyes. 

He lifted his tongue from the oral fucking he was giving her warm pussy, and 
he moved along to the pinkly throbbing bud of her rectal lips, rimming the 
crinkled little edges and darting inside her anal passage with quick 
stabbing thrusts. Then he returned, licking the softly throbbing cunt-lips, 
plunging into the secret valley of her desire to discover her pseudo-phallic 
clitoris. He began to suck and tease it without mercy, his teeth biting it 
tenderly, his tongue reaming the little button of love while she churned and 
writhed above him in a lewd dance of passion. 

Judy was almost on the verge of cumming already! 

He rammed his tongue deep around to her helplessly writhing loins, rounding 
and covering the viscous little openings to bring yet further guttural moans 
from her cock-filled mouth. Her soft warm thighs clenched his head viciously 
to her loins, and he could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his tongue 
as if the nibbling, toothless little mouth up between her legs was trying to 
rip out his tongue by the roots, devour it completely with all its strength. 
She snaked her heels against his shoulders and rubbed her now wildly 
palpitating pussy against his face as he mashed it back equally hard against 
her flame-seared flesh. The cords of her muscles stood out along her body, 
and she sucked savagely on his penis with ever-increasing hunger. She was 
aroused, wildly, crazily, insatiably aroused...and she didn't care...she 
didn't care . . . 

"Yes," she whispered in a strange voice. "Oh, yes," she mouthed around the 
huge cock. 

"Yes, what, little baby-bitch?" Archibald Feather demanded, unable any 
longer to contain the animalistic grin of triumph, but knowing that pretense 
was no longer important. "What do you want me to do?" 

"I...I want you to...to suck me." 

"Suck you where, little bitch? Where?" 

"My...my pussy!" Judy cried, her eyes closing again, her hips grinding a 
lewd sensuous circle down over his face, her head beginning to loll from 
side to side with expectant lust. "My pussy...my pussy! I want you to lick 
my pussy! Oh, God, lick it. . . suck it!" 

Grinning ghoulishly, Archibald Feather drove his head savagely upward, his 
mouth mashing against her vaginal lips, his tongue ramming deep up into her 
pussy in the ultimate French kiss. 

"Aaarrrggghhh!" Judy screamed as his long hot tongue slashed into her, 
harder and harder, and her body reacted with convulsive lurches. Oh, God, it 
felt good, it felt so good! How could she ever have denied herself this 
rapture for so long? It wasn't ugly...it wasn't sick...it was good! Really 
good! 

The superintendent continued his wanton tonguing of her moistly trembling 
slit, his hands slipping up under her belly to grasp her full firm breasts, 
cupping them and squeezing almost brutally now, while his mouth and tongue 
continued the assault on her widespread young cuntal furrow, making obscene 
sucking sounds that seemed to fill the room and Judy's mind in a weird 
cacophony of lust. She clenched her slender hands into his hard thighs 
convulsively as Archibald Feather's probing tongue located again the tiny 
pulsating erection of her clitoris. She whined sharply, agonizedly, as he 
took the small swollen bud between his sharp white teeth, holding it tightly 
there, and he began to run the tip of his tongue round and round it in 
continuous circles. 

Her head began to flail in total abandon from side to side, and the 
brown-haired man opened his mouth yet wider, moving his tongue along the 
smooth, heat-moistened slit to the throbbing hair-fringed opening of her 
cunt. He began to orally fuck her, harder and faster, faster and harder, 
sliding his hot wet tongue up into her passion-dilated cuntal mouth, 
listening to her unintelligible whimperings muffled around his driving cock 
as he swirled and flicked his oral member around the velvet-like interior of 
the desperately pulsating cunt lips. He slipped his hand up to her thighs, 
pushing them farther apart until the whole of her flowing vaginal plane was 
spread open in naked hunger to his churning face, and then he cupped her 
soft smooth young buttocks in both hands as he thrust his tongue deep, deep 
up into the searing liquid depths of her pussy. 

Judy's cries of animal pleasure now filled her small living room. Oh, God! 
Oh, God! Oh, God! her brain screamed over and over again as the older man 
continued to tongue her desire-drenched furrow. And then, as her buttocks 
jerked and spasmed with his plunging poker-like tongue, he drew the member 
out and licked upward again to the secret, puckered ring of her virginal 
anus. She sucked in hard on his cock in a gulping swallow, moaning in 
rapture, past all caring now even though a small part of her mind cried out 
that this was a vile and unnatural act. Straddling his face now, she ground 
her loins down at his mouth as hard as she could as he brought his tongue 
into seething contact with the forbidden nether opening, thrusting it into 
the tight little hole, splitting it wide to accept the heated wet probe. 
Judy's body quivered uncontrollably now with the overpowering assault, and 
her flesh was spasming furiously with torrent after torrent of the sensual 
pleasure that had seized complete control. 

Her supervisor licked and sucked and drove his tongue again into the 
rhythmically flexing tightness of her anus, reveling in the abandoned 
gyrations of her lust-controlled body, knowing that the moment of her climax 
wasn't far off. . . Well, that was fine with him; he would make her cum with 
his mouth first, while she sucked his cock. Later, he'd fuck her. He began 
to drive his tongue harder and harder into her anal passage, and then, 
abruptly, he drew it out to return to her now saliva-drenched loins and the 
soft curling hairs fringing her pulsing cunt-lips. He paused for a brief 
moment to stare up along the slick valley between her tanned thighs. Oh, 
Christ! She was really digging it! She was wallowing in it, all right; it 
won't be long now, not long at all. He lifted his head and returned to 
licking her pussy once more. 

Judy writhed and squirmed above the insanely licking tongue until she 
thought she would surely go mad from the sheer ecstatic-rapture in her 
love-starved belly. God, she had to have release, had to have it soon! Her 
head continued to flail like a rag doll's, as her loins ground down onto 
Archibald Feather's lusting face and tongue, and she felt the gathering 
billows of her orgasm rising and rising...and then...cresting . . . 

Abruptly, she stiffened, and the sucking man heard the young teacher cry 
aloud, "Aaarrrggghhh ! I'm...I'm...going...to...Oooh! I'm going to . . . ! " 

Her whole being seemed to explode over the school superintendent, and he 
could no longer hold back his own climax. Good Christ! he thought crazily as 
the rush of sperm began to burst along its narrow tube. Good Christ' Never. 
. . never been...this good. . . before! 

"I'm...I'm...cuuummmiiinnnggg!" he groaned up into her hotly clasping cunt. 

The brown-haired man was aware that Judy too was straining up to an orgasm 
as she suddenly began to twist and wrench herself wantonly, her lips 
nibbling his cock like a child sucking a breast as he continued to wildly 
pillage her loins. The juices of her milking cunt exploded all at once, and 
she arched her back and bucked wildly, her body quaking uncontrollably. The 
rush of her excitedly seeping vaginal juices spread a sticky warmth over his 
face and down his cheeks, until finally, after a seeming eternity, she 
grunted the last of her orgasm, her muscles still heaving spasmodically. He 
could still feel her in-and-out sawing movement as she thrust deeply over 
his cock, absorbing it to the hilt in her mouth as the first spatter of his 
molten sperm burst geyser-like up into her throat. 

Judy's head bobbed furiously over his turgid shaft as she sucked the hot 
shooting jets of his semen hungrily, her mouth salivating as though his cum 
was the very essence of her existence. She felt him jerk and groan beneath 
her as he rammed his penis deeper in her throat. His cock continued the 
pulsating jerks of his ejaculation, the vengeance of his searing hot semen 
drenching her throat. Judy groaned as she sucked and her Adam's apple 
fluttered madly in its fevered attempt to control the gushing stream that 
squirted hotly up into her tightly locked mouth. She clasped her lips in a 
tighter elastic ring around the rhythmically jerking penis so as not to lose 
a precious drop, and she swirled her tongue around the throbbing head and 
swallowed more rapidly to make room for the seemingly unending torrent of 
cum until she thought his balls were bottomless wells. His groans of 
pleasure incited her to greater effort, and then with one final spewing, his 
cock began to slowly deflate in her mouth. She waited a moment, hoping for 
more, then lifted her head, the softening rod sliding from her glistening 
lips with a soft wet sucking sound. She turned and smiled at her supervisor, 
Archibald Feather, who grinned contentedly in return. A trail of semen 
dribbled down her lips and chin, dropping like a thick white spider web to 
his belly. 

The satiated man lay panting, easing back to earth. He reached out wearily 
to stroke the silky waterfall of Judy's long red hair, and pulled her around 
and over him so that she lay stretched out along the length of his body. 
Kissing her heavily, he tasted the mingling of their joint orgasms in the 
softness of her mouth. Later he spoke . . . 

You see...I do have your best interests at heart. You do what I say, and 
everything comes out fine...." He felt her snuggle her nose into his neck, 
the great delicious mounds of her breasts mashing into his hairy chest while 
his hands smoothed down her back to cup and squeeze the smoothly rounded 
cheeks of her red-flushed young buttocks, and he pressed her against his 
still partially erect penis. 

His mouth found her ear and tongued into the waxy little shell. "In a little 
while...I'm going to fuck you...fuck you like you've never been fucked 
before!" 

Her head came up and she stared deeply into the murky blue depths of his 
eyes. "Oh, God, yes!" she whispered fiercely. "Fuck me...fuck me, 
please...fuck me with that great big beautiful cock of yours...fuck me to 
death!" 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Archibald Feather heard the whimpering moan rise from deep in the redhead's 
throat. Her knees began flexing and relaxing powerfully back against his 
driving buttocks as she sought to assist him. With a low groan of ecstasy, 
he exploded inside her, and the white lava of his pressurized orgasm erupted 
deep inside the pulsating depths of her womb. 

His cock continued to spurt and throb for what seemed like an eternity; then 
it gradually stilled. Deep inside her womb he could feel her muscles 
loosening, the uterine walls deflating, the cervix returning to its normal 
position, and the vaginal lips twitching like the mouth of a dying fish. He 
looked down at her rapture-closed eyes and the soft little smile on her 
lips, her smooth face, young and vulnerable, the silken hair tumbling in 
long streaks of fire across the pillow. 

Knowing that women were most vulnerable to suggestion immediately after 
fucking, their brains fuzzy and grateful, he pulled out slowly and began 
kissing her long throat. His deflated penis came out of her sperm-flooded 
vagina with a soft plop as he let his full weight crush her into the bed in 
complete relaxation. 

"You're a great fuck, little bitch-baby," he mumbled into the hollow of her 
shoulder. 

"Ooooh," Judy breathed, "it was wonderful...." 

"We can have lots of good times together," Archibald Feather muttered 
gently, "but you've got to stop giving me such a hell of a time at that 
school. Those damned mothers are driving me crazy." 

Judy was kissing along the muscular ridge of his naked shoulder. "Are you 
listening to me?" he demanded. 

"Mmmmm," she mouthed vacantly against his skin, nodding faintly. 

"Well?" 

"You want me to stop giving you a hard time," she said dreamily. 

"That's right. You stop stirring up the parents and be a good girl. I'll 
give you the job at Mulberry School...for a start...and everything will work 
out nicely. We'll have some great times together.. . " he whispered. 
"Oww...oooohhh...." she wailed unexpectedly. 

The superintendent felt her struggling to move under him, her face twisted 
in pain. "What's the matter?" 

"Cramp...my leg...ooohhh! Please move...." 

The big man lifted his weight from the long voluptuous body; her thighs came 
together like scissors closing sharply, and Judy rolled into a ball on her 
side, rubbing the side of one thigh where it joined her hip. 

The spell was broken. Damned bitch! Why'd she have to get a cramp at just 
that moment? Archibald Feather got off the bed and stood looking down at the 
sleek white flesh of her nakedly curved body. 

At last the pain in her thigh eased and Judy met his eyes, suddenly icy blue 
once again. The huge naked man looked at her as impersonally as ever. She 
could see his glistening long cock hanging down now, wet with his expended 
semen and her vaginal secretions, his pubic hair matted and sticky. It 
seemed impossible now that this brutal man had taken her to such heights of 
ecstasy...that only a few moments before she had been wildly joined to him 
in the ultimate embrace. Suddenly she leaped up and stalked into the living 
room. 

Wrapped in a robe, her nakedness all at once, a terrible embarrassment, Judy 
started fixing some more drinks. 

Archibald Feather followed her and began hastily throwing on his clothes, 
his face closed and inaccessible. She knew beyond any doubt now why he'd 
come to her...why he had made love to her. It was simply another one of his 
ploys. His real motivation had not changed at all. 

"It was only to make a deal, wasn't it?" she whispered, staring at the huge 
man who had made such frenzied love to her and was now jerking on his 
clothes matter-of-factly. 

"I'm a reasonable man." he said coldly, shoving his shirt into his trousers. 

"You're still going to take my school away...after...." 

"Fucking has nothing to do with business. You're getting too emotionally 
involved again." 

Judy winced at his use of the word, and suddenly the pain and hurt stabbed 
deeply into her. 

"You convince me more and more," the superintendent continued, "that Old 
Paramus is something too big for you to handle." 

"But I have handled it...and well...for five years now. And I can still 
handle it. You don't need Old Paramus for your ambitious plans...it can even 
be a help to them, if you'd only listen...." 

Archibald Feather didn't even stop to consider her suggestion. "The only 
thing you can handle well is that swivel-hipped little ass of yours in bed, 
bitch," he said arrogantly. "You're pretty good at that. But women have no 
place in administration. It takes a man to handle something as weighty as 
that." 

"You're a monster.. . a cold, unfeeling, egotistical monster!" 

"I offered you a good deal, bitch, with some pretty good feeling thrown in. 
Are you going to take it...or are you going to let your namby-pamby emotions 
sway you...and be stupid?" His icy blue eyes were narrow slits, and his 
voice was frosty, as if he was delivering an ultimatum. 

All the hurts and humiliations came rushing back, and with them the 
knowledge of. her wild coupling with this heartless man who used her so 
casually. "No...no. I won't take it...ever!" 

"You leave me no choice then," he said, smiling grimly, one hand on the 
front door. "By the way, since you're so sure you can handle Old 
Paramus...I'm sending a few new students down to you. You'll find them an 
interesting challenge, I think. Good night, Judy, my dear. And thank you for 
a pleasant evening." 

Judy stood shaking with anger, hearing the motor of the school 
superintendent's car die away into the distance. Without thinking, she threw 
herself into the bathroom and found herself standing under a warm shower, 
her mind heavy and the bitter tears pouring down her face in torrents. 

* * * 

The little school had never looked so gay, bright banners flying from the 
framed booths, the two-by-fours simulating the peaked roofs of 
sixteenth-century England. There were wandering minstrels playing flutes and 
guitars, and hawkers were verbally extolling their wares. Even the costumes 
of the children, hastily improvised from whatever their mothers had on hand, 
were bright and appealing. Judy Turner looked around the school yard and 
felt a surge of excitement and pride. How could anyone want to close down 
such a school? Only a monomaniac like Archibald Feather. The board had to 
come! But it was still early, yet, she told herself. 

The "stable boy," George Lester, was dutifully leading Grasshopper, her 
gentle horse, around the far meadow. Judy walked over, holding up her long 
skirts. Their unfamiliar length was uncomfortable, but the children would 
have been too disappointed if she hadn't dressed in costume, too. An old 
peasant blouse with voluminous sleeves and a boned velvet waistcoat found in 
a thrift shop did the job very nicely, along with some old skirts and 
petticoats. 

"Think we're ever going to get any customers, Miss Turner?" 

"Oh, of course we will, George. Look, the parents are arriving already. You 
know the little children will want to ride." She patted the boy's thin 
shoulder reassuringly and gave Grasshopper a slap on the rump. She had to 
keep the children's spirits up, even though she was beginning to feel 
nervous herself. No, the board couldn't be so cruel as to ignore the 
children's invitations. 

Afternoon wore into evening, and the flame-colored sun finally edged over 
the far horizon. It was almost dark. The students and their parents had 
eaten barley cakes, meat pies, roasted chickens and plum puddings. The 
little children had ridden Grasshopper, and the minstrels had been through 
their repertoire at least a dozen times. Seedlings had sold well and 
mittens, homemade leather bookmarks, candied apples and gathered aprons. All 
the parents had come with the exception of Sandy Martin's parents. Some 
passing hippies had stopped and enjoyed the leftovers. A few aunts and 
uncles had even come, and a couple of strangers who happened to be in the 
neighborhood, but not one single member of the school board had bothered to 
show up. 

There was nothing to do but admit failure. An enormous depression and the 
utter fatigue of defeat had settled on Judy like a heavy shroud, but she 
tried valiantly not to let the children see it. It was for them that her 
disappointment was bitterest. They had worked so hard and so long and 
deserved so much better than the indifference of their elders in authority. 
Oh God! People could be so cruel! 

Sadly, she watched the banners coming down, the tables being folded up, the 
parents gathering their children to go home. Pete was working again like a 
demon, directing the kids, dismantling the fair. Judy turned to gather up 
the remaining beribboned packets of wildflower seeds. Tears were very close 
to spilling down her cheeks, but she forced herself to the task at hand. The 
children mustn't see her cry! The "system" had won, but they would find that 
out soon enough. At least, they'd done what they could, and they'd had a 
wonderful time and felt some pride in their not inconsiderable 
accomplishment. They would butt headlong into the "system" soon enough on 
their own. In a way, perhaps her very stubbornness had speeded their 
disillusionment. 

"Don't take it so hard. The kids had a good time." Words that were meant to 
comfort only made Judy angrier, for they were accompanied by Larry's 
familiar beard rubbing against her face and his hand patting her backside 
through her petticoats and skirts. He smelled as if he'd been drinking. 

"It's not fair!" she wailed furiously, jerking free from his wandering hand. 

"Establishment never is, baby. I've been trying to tell you that...that's 
why I dropped out." 

"But all people can't be so cruel. The children worked so hard...and not one 
board member showed up!" 

"You didn't really expect them to, did you? Hell, I suspected they wouldn't. 
You're a maverick, baby. like I've been telling you. You don't belong with 
those town pricks, but you keep trying to fit in." 

"Larry! Stop it!" Judy protested in a hissing whisper as his arm snaked 
around her velvet-corseted waist and his beard started tickling her bare 
shoulder above the low-cut blouse. 

"Aw hell, it's dark. The kids are mostly gone anyway. Come on to the house 
and meet some real people. Got a little party going. You need a little 
cheering up. You've been working so damned hard lately, you need to relax a 
little now." 

"Oh no. I couldn't. There's still too much to do. I don't feel like a party, 
anyway...and...well...I wouldn't be very good company." 

"You afraid of getting fucked again?" he laughed good-naturedly. 

"Larry, for God's sake." she shushed. "Stop that kind of talk!" 

"I told you...it's a party. Pete's coming, and some of the other folks, 
too." 

"Please. Larry...I just couldn't." 

"You're just determined to turn yourself into one of them, aren't you? The 
damned board spits in your face, and you still want to be just like 
them...still want to be Miss Prissy Do-godder. I thought maybe I showed you 
something the other day...but I guess once a hypocrite, always a hypocrite. 
Hell, I just wanted you to meet some real people for a change. For some 
reason, with all your phony airs, I still kind of like you." 

His words stung on the fresh wound of her disappointment and despair. And 
the soft tone he used when he said he kind of liked her melted her stubborn 
resolve. "All right," she said wearily. "I'll come down for a little while." 

The ride down the unpaved road in Larry's truck was a bumpy and precarious 
one, for through most of it, he maneuvered with one hand on the steering 
wheel. His right arm and hand kept straying casually down over Judy's 
shoulder to brush his fingertips lightly over the swells of her fleshy full 
breasts above the bodice of her blouse. 

"Larry! Stop it!" she said over and over, pushing his hand away. 

"Just trying to get a little feel, baby. Won't have a chance to be alone 
with you once we get there. Too damn many people." 

"I thought these real people were the reason for my coming." 

"Well, they are...but hell, I like to be alone with you too." 

Having disengaged his hand from her tingling breasts several times, Judy 
jumped when she saw him reach down under the dashboard and slide insidiously 
up her ankle and calf. A hot shiver of delight ran up her leg wherever his 
warm fingers touched. 

The red-haired young teacher had promised herself in the weak light of dawn 
after a sleepless night, that she would be nice to Larry and try to 
understand his point of view...that she might even let him make love to her 
again. Perhaps her blindness had made her misjudge him. A man who really 
cared for a woman naturally wanted her physically as well as mentally. He 
hadn't always been a drop-out. After all, his background was very much like 
her own...and probably all he needed was a woman to care for him, and he 
would take his rightful place in society once again. It seemed to her that 
in his grief as a widower, he had not really cared about anything anymore. 
Besides, it wasn't an unrealistic hope that a man eventually might marry the 
girl he had deflowered. 

"You cold, baby? You're trembling." 

"No, I'm all right." 

"How about a drink before we go in?" 

"Oh no. I don't need one, thanks." 

He reached across her and took a pint of whiskey from the glove compartment. 
Unscrewing the cap, he held it to her lips. "Come on...have a sip. You're 
nervous as a cat and shaking like a leaf." 

Obediently, Judy took a sip and felt the liquid fire ignite and spread 
through her stomach. Once it was down, it felt good. Between sips, she let 
Larry kiss and fondle her. The ache and disappointment and hurt were 
beginning to fade away. She felt soothed and comforted by his whispered 
words and soft urgent kisses. 

"Larry...there's a light in your house. People are already there. Shouldn't 
you be there?" she asked drowsily. 

"Pretty soon," he agreed huskily, his mouth sliding down her satin-skinned 
throat while his hand snaked inside her blouse to cup her swollen breast 
inside her tight brassiere. 

Then he moved his hand down to her knee and burrowed under the yards of 
cloth of her costume. Unconsciously, her back arched, thrusting her breasts 
out while his hand caressed her thigh upward, and one extended finger found 
the leg band of her bikini panties and darted deftly inside. 

Swiftly his probing finger slid into the heated furrow and began teasing up 
and down the desire-slick crevice. Jesus! She was one hot girl all right. He 
wondered how far along the party was, but it wouldn't matter. Judy Turner 
would fit right in. 

She squirmed and whimpered faintly as his finger found the tiny button of 
her clitoris and sent now familiar electrical jolts hurrying through her 
flesh. Oh God! She was a wanton whore! Nothing had ever felt so good. She 
didn't care about anything now except the lecherous handling of her lusting 
flesh. 

"You're all hot and ready, baby," Larry murmured. "Let's go inside so I can 
fuck you." 

"But...but there are people in there," Judy protested. 

"Won't matter. It's a good party. Real people. You'll see." 

The red-haired young teacher found herself dragged from the truck. She felt 
fuzzy and a little unsteady from the sips of strong whiskey, and there was a 
warm ache in her belly. Maybe later they could make love when everyone had 
gone home...and she found herself hoping the party wouldn't last long. 

Larry took her arm, feeling the heat of her hip and thigh pressed against 
his leg, feeling his cock lurching in his pants. He opened the door, pushing 
it wide and drawing Judy inside slightly in front of him so that her 
skirt-shrouded buttocks were pressed hard back against his now turgid cock. 

Judy gasped at what she saw in the soft light. There, on a bed-like couch, a 
man was kneeling between the well-shaped naked legs of a young woman, and 
his mouth was buried in her soft fleece-lined vagina, his tongue burrowing 
deep up into her slippery passage. He was making low growling sounds in his 
throat, and the woman was mewling at his lewd ministration, her hips 
churning wildly on the couch. 

"Shit!" Larry exclaimed, moving his loins against the softness of Judy's 
buttocks. "How do you like that? That's Bill Powers and he's licking hell 
out of Ann Carter's pussy." 

His obscenely descriptive words hissed into Judy's ear, and she felt the 
hotly growing sensations which had gripped her body in the truck magnify in 
her mind. Her breath caught in her throat at what she was witnessing...and 
at the hard protuberance of Larry's cock pressing throbbingly into the 
crevice between her soft yielding buttocks. Her mind was churning madly now 
as she listened to the wetly echoing slurping and sucking sounds of Bill 
Powers' tongue as it licked animal-like at the greedily twitching pussy of 
the wide-splayed woman. 

And then Larry's hand slipped around in front of her, down inside the 
low-cut blouse and inside her brassiere to cup her entire nipple-hardening 
breast. She gasped softly as his thumb rolled over the nipple, and she 
pressed the firm young smoothness of her ass-cheeks back against him with a 
subtle little undulating motion that caused him to squeeze her breast 
painfully. 

Into her ear he breathed hotly, saying, "I want to fuck you, Judy. Now! 
Right now! I want to fuck you in the asshole, baby!" 

She stiffened for a brief instant at his vile words, at the idea of her 
virginal young anus being ripped into by his huge desire-bloated penis. But 
the sight of that man licking and slavering between Ann Carter's legs, and 
the feel of Larry's hard, unresisting cock throbbing impatiently back in the 
crevice of her buttocks sent more ripples of involuntary desire surging 
through her body. But no...she could never let a man do the nasty thing 
Larry had suggested. 

Abruptly, Larry's other hand slipped up under her skirt, and as she felt his 
hand traveling up her thigh, she parted her legs expectantly. His finger 
worked its way easily up under the leg band of her panties and centered in 
on her tingling little clitoris. 

"Ooohh," she moaned softly. "Ooooh yes. I don't care what you do...I want 
you...I want your cock." 

Breathing raggedly with inflamed lust at her words, the big blond-haired man 
pushed Judy toward another bed-like couch in the room. Once there, he turned 
and demanded that she strip down, removing all her clothes. But she had 
already started to undress before he had a chance to ask. She shrugged out 
of her garments and let them fall carelessly to the floor. She rolled the 
soft flimsy whiteness of her panties down over her voluptuous young hips and 
thighs and stood before Larry, completely naked, her eyes still fastened on 
the passionately locked couple only a few feet away, hearing them groan and 
mewl as their lust was satiated...just as hers would be soon. 

Larry tore off his clothes rapidly, and his erectly pulsing cock jutted out 
like some monstrous implement of delicious torture from his abdomen. He took 
Judy by the waist, his hot breath on her face, and he forced her down onto 
the second couch on her hands and knees so that she was facing the wildly 
twitching pair on the other one. Then she knelt behind her, holding his 
massive cock in his hand only inches from the tiny puckered ring of her 
anus, while his eyes too fastened on the lust-inciting tableau of Bill 
Powers insanely licking the nakedly exposed cunt of Ann Carter. 

With his free hand, Larry began to stroke Judy's soft ass-cheeks, teasing 
her sensitive anus with the tip of his finger, enjoying the moans of 
pleasure which were erupting from her throat. Slowly, tantalizingly, he 
inserted the tip of his extended middle finger into the tight anal opening, 
wiggling it around inside, drawing louder whimpers of increasing passion 
from the red-haired teacher's throat. 

He released his cock, then, and using both hands, he drew wide apart the 
glistening moans of her upraised buttocks, stretching the rubbery crease 
open with his thumbs. He leaned forward so that the hard, fleshy head of his 
blood-engorged penis rested against the tiny, defenseless hole. He moved his 
hips, teasing the shaft along the crevice, poising it finally at the 
wrinkled, slightly cringing opening of Judy's anus. 

Judy was trembling with a mixture of fear at what was about to happen, and 
also an intensely lustful anticipation. She could feel the huge bulbous head 
of Larry's cock resting teasingly at the taut-puckered lips of her anus, and 
she thought, It's going to hurt! Oh God! It's going to hurt! But. . . oh, I 
don't know what's happening to me. . . I don V care. I'm so hot. . . I can't 
stand it anymore...I've got to get his prick up in me...anywhere! 

And then Larry lunged forward, boring his lust-hardened penis far up into 
her innocently virginal rectum, tearing in through the membranous passage to 
bury it halfway to the hilt. 

"Aaaannnggghhhhhl" she screamed at the fierce pain. 

He gripped her tightly by the hips, flexing again as he thrust forward, 
sending his rock-hard cock still deeper up into her rectum, into the warm 
forbidden depths of her anal passage. The pressure pushed her forward, 
pushing her head down onto the blanket covering the bed-like couch. Then 
Larry began fucking forward with long, even strokes, expanding the warm 
rubbery walls of Judy's rectum with each savage stroke, until with one last 
ferocious stab, he buried every single inch of his burgeoning penis inside 
her warm, tight anus. 

"Ooooooh!" Judy groaned as she felt her boyfriend's sperm-bloated testicles 
slapping tightly up into her cuntal area below. "Ooooh, God, Larry! It 
hurts! It hurts! Oh, take it out.. . I can't stand it...take it out." And 
she began to squirm in pain. 

"Take it easy, honey. Just relax...relax...relax and fuck back." He gripped 
her hips tightly, refusing to allow her to squirm away and let his skewering 
cock slip out of her tightly clasping anal opening. "It'll stop hurting...in 
a couple of minutes. Just relax." 

Numbly, Judy tried to obey his instructions, painfully grinding her buttocks 
back against his impaling cock, but she was sobbing agonizingly with the 
almost unbearable pain she was feeling. 

"Oh, no." she cried finally. "It won't work. I just can't stand it! It hurts 
too much!" And she leaned down on her arms and began sobbing in long 
heartrending moans. 

But, it was this surrender that did it. Instead of fighting the pain, she 
gave way entirely and caused her rectal muscles to relax completely. It was 
only a matter of minutes before she suddenly became aware that she was no 
longer feeling any torment. 

Larry had held his cock as still as possible within the hot buttery confines 
of her rectal passage, but he couldn't keep his turgid shaft from jerking 
tensely from time to time, and each spasm brought a fresh groan from the 
lips of the tortured young woman. However, when she broke down completely, 
he immediately sensed the involuntary relaxing of her muscles, and slowly 
began to fuck in and out of the tight-clasping hole. 

And then, yes, yes...she was beginning to like it! She was beginning to 
enjoy this lewd, bestial sodomizing of her private little back passage. Her 
head flailed from side to side and she buffeted back harder and harder 
against Larry's mercilessly pistoning hardness, feeling his bloated balls 
swinging savagely down against her quivering cunt lips as her firm belly 
smacked wildly against the upturned cheeks of her grinding buttocks. 

"Ooooh, yes. Yes, Larry...fuck it...fuck it harder! Oh, yes...it feels so 
good...fuck me...fuck me in the asshole...harder!" 

The blond-bearded man smashed his raging cock deep up into her dark recesses 
with savage force, feeling his balls boiling with their impending load of 
steaming cum, his eyes still lewdly feasting on the salacious sight of the 
couple on the adjoining couch. 

Judy turned her head and stared back at the bearded man fucking up into her 
rectum. She watched as Larry's huge, pummeling cock disappeared and then 
drew part way out, only to disappear once more into her nakedly abused 
rectum. She stared in lust-perverted rapture at her own madly undulating 
buttocks jerking back against Larry's hard-driving penis, her full, firm 
breasts dancing below her chest as she writhed and twisted under the obscene 
assault . . . 

Pete Brewster opened the door and entered the house. No one had answered his 
knocks. Must be one hell of a party, he thought. He stopped dead just inside 
the door. Christ! It was a damned orgy! One couple on a bed, the guy's head 
buried almost out of sight behind a broad's thighs, sucking her out of her 
mind. And on the other bed...Jesus! Larry Williams was fucking Judy Turner 
in the ass like a maniac. Pete felt his cock jump alive and begin throbbing 
urgently in his jeans. 

God, he thought, I wish that was me! She's got such a pretty little ass! 
But, hell, I can still get in on it. She sure as hell ain't using her mouth 
for anything. . . and maybe she'd like a nice taste of some good cock. 

The debauched thoughts were like a Pavlovian bell to Pete, and he felt his 
body break out in a sweat. Wildly, he tore off his clothes and moved over to 
the bed where Judy and Larry were fucking so insanely. His massive cock 
jerked and throbbed before him as he walked, eager for the warm wetness of 
her full sensual lips. 

Judy's head was pressed down against the bed, giving Larry greater access to 
her rectum. Behind her, the blond-haired man heaved forward like a rampaging 
bull, his eyes narrowed with lust, and his fingers clawing at the softly 
trembling moons of the young redhead's buttocks. 

Pete knelt down beside the lust-crazed young teacher and brushed the spongy 
head of his lust-swollen cock against her half-open lips. 

"Ooohhh," she gasped in surprise, opening her green eyes and trying to 
focus. "Ooooh...Pete?" 

"Yes, Pete, damn it. Raise your head up; I can't get my cock in your mouth 
down there." 

Obediently, the passion-ridden young teacher lifted her head, and before she 
had a chance to either protest or acquiesce. Pete forced the spongy head of 
his cock between the soft flesh of her half-open lips. Without thinking, her 
tongue slipped out, and she began to lick excitedly on this invading 
cockhead. She tasted the bittersweet masculine flavor of the slowly seeping 
rod against her lips, felt the heavy bloated head resting against them, and 
then she ovaled her lipstick-red lips wide to accept the lewd offering. She 
was acutely aware of Larry's pile-driving cock burgeoning up into her widely 
expanded, now gratefully accepting anal passage, now enjoying with all her 
soul his hotly heaving thrusts. 

Her wet mouth seized Pete Brewster's massive cock with a heated pressure, 
and she began to suck on it slowly, running her tongue wetly around and 
around the slippery head, easing the tip of her tongue into the open slit at 
the end. Her head pumped abandonedly to and fro, slavishly licking every 
inch of the thick male shaft, sucking harder and harder, her tongue twirling 
faster and faster, and Pete's buttocks began to flex forward, adding his own 
movement to her rhythmically bobbing head so that mouth and cock were 
fucking together, working together, like a perfectly tuned machine. Judy 
could feel the dripping shaft batter all the way back to her larynx, but she 
made no move to cease the intense ramming pressure there, her lips ovaling 
hungrily as she attempted to suck the white-hot load of his sperm from his 
balls like a furious siphon. 

She rolled her buttocks back hard against Larry's forward-driving shaft, 
feeling it thick and deep in her belly, her mouth working faster on Pete's 
cock. Her young assistant moaned and thrust desperately into her face, a 
wailing gasp tearing from his throat, as the moment of climax neared. Judy 
was mewling and moaning like a depraved animal, totally abandoning herself 
to the wondrous feelings of the two cocks sucked deep within her at either 
end, about to flood her, drown her, consume her with gushing semen. Her hips 
swirled insanely around Larry's cock in back, her lips swirled more wildly 
around Pete's in front, and her own orgasm was building, building. It 
wouldn't be long now for any of them, it wouldn't be long now . . . 

Abruptly, Pete emitted a loud, grunting sigh of release, and he jammed his 
hips forward, burying his cock deep in Judy's soft warm mouth. Her throat 
tightened and relaxed in a wild rhythm as torrent after torrent of his 
burning fluid gushed from his jerking rod, swallowing desperately to keep 
from choking on the boiling sperm, her cheeks bloating and hollowing as the 
cavern of her mouth filled and emptied, filled and emptied . . . 

And then, behind her, Larry's fingers dug painfully into her hips, the nails 
raising welts there, and he chanted crazily, "I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I'm 
cumming." His big cock began to jerk then, as Pete's was doing in her mouth, 
and she felt the fire-hot semen erupt along his shaft from the cauldron of 
his balls and fill her anus to overflowing, felt the searing liquid run down 
along the crevice of her churning buttocks and along the back of her thighs, 
to pool on the blanket beneath her desperately flailing body. 

"Keep sucking...keep sucking," Pete howled, convulsively spasming forward 
between her lips. 

"Ooooohhhh, Christ!" Larry wailed behind her. 

As if their mutual cries of delight were the trigger for her own orgasm, 
Judy felt the beginnings of wild, rapturous, kaleidoscopic release take hold 
of her own body. She gurgled and squealed around Pete's lip-locked penis, 
still swallowing his seemingly never-ending flow of sticky-hot cum, trying 
not to lose a single precious drop. She reached a pinnacle of pleasure she 
had never known existed, a height so unbelievable, so dizzying, that her 
mind threatened to burst from the sheer physical pressure of the 
fantastically exploding sense of pleasure and pain. 

A low muffled moan of anguished wailing escaped from her cock-filled mouth, 
and she collapsed forward on the couch, the two bliss-giving penises 
slipping from her mouth and her now forever-stretched rectum with wet, lewd 
sluicing sounds. In her stomach, there was a pleasant burning, and she 
thought in her satiated state that it must be the blending of Pete's cum 
with that of Larry's. 

It's beautiful, she thought, it's so beautiful. . . oh, God, now that I've 
found what it can be like, I can never go back to what I was before . . . 

As Pete moved off to find more free pussy. 

Judy heard Larry's voice whispering soft sweet words of love in her ear, his 
gentle hands stroking her hair. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The class was already in session when Judy Turner arrived the next Monday 
morning. It was the first time she could ever remember being late. 
But...what did it matter anymore? Pete was standing at the front of the big 
room handing out papers to the children in the upper grades, while the lower 
division students were already working with bent heads at their desks. 

"You're late, Miss Turner. You're tardy," Margie Collier teased in her clear 
little voice. 

Judy smiled dumbly and walked slowly through the rows of children to the 
front of the room, looking at the floor rather than meet Pete's eyes or 
those of the children. She had no idea how she could get through this 
terrible day, but it seemed even more terrible to stay home with only her 
thoughts to occupy her mind. 

As she started to gather her wits about her, picking up a book and trying to 
focus her attention on the work of the day, a commotion at the back of the 
room caused Judy Turner to look up. Three large boys were swaggering in 
followed by Archibald Feather. Oh, God! Couldn't she even have been spared 
him today? 

The school superintendent raised one hand as though commanding her to come 
closer. 

Judy Turner felt too tired to resist, but she also felt too tired to move. 
She stood frozen, waiting for whatever new terror this cold, ruthless man 
was about to unleash on her. 

"Miss Turner," the superintendent smiled maliciously, "you have three new 
students. This is Harry Taylor, and Dick Maynard, and that is Tom White. The 
boys didn't much like continuation school, and I thought they might do much 
better here. I felt sure you'd be able to handle them," he mocked 
sarcastically. 

The boys did not look like boys to Judy. Their beards were heavy and grew in 
untidy stubble on their hard-looking faces. My God, they must be at least 
nineteen or twenty. Continuation school was for drop-outs and was taught by 
a tough male teacher. If he couldn't handle these students, how could she be 
expected to? But, of course, that was exactly it, wasn't it? Archibald 
Feather did not expect her to. It was simply another piece of strategy to 
prove to the board that the school was inefficient and she was incompetent. 

But there was no fight left in her...not today. She nodded dumbly, not 
meeting the superintendent's viciously smiling eyes. There seemed no one's 
eyes that she could ever meet again...not after the other night. 

"I will leave them to you," Archibald Feather gloated as he went out the 
door, smiling maliciously. 

The day was a nightmare, and by the end of it, Judy felt so bruised and 
battered emotionally that she was virtually in a state of shock. As she had 
expected, the "boys" the superintendent had dropped in her lap completely 
disrupted everything she tried to do. They made a mockery of her teaching 
and left the class in a shambles. Even Pete couldn't handle them, and he 
finally gave up. In desperation, Judy dismissed school early, and it was a 
relief to everyone. 

She knew she could never get through another day like this. After everyone 
had gone, she automatically began cleaning out her desk. Her tired brain 
seized on resignation. That's what she'd do: resign. Today...this very 
afternoon. Old Paramus had become a chamber of horrors. She didn't even 
attempt to plan what she'd do beyond that. In a frantic frenzy she pulled 
books and papers out of the drawers. 

There was a sudden banging on the door which set her heart to pumping 
frantically. Oh, God! She couldn't stand anymore today. Judy rose, leaving 
her papers piled haphazardly, and went reluctantly to the door. 

It was one of the new boys, Tom White, his unkempt black hair falling part 
way over his malicious smiling face. Swinging the door hard, she tried to 
slam it in his face, as he said, "Hi, there, Teach." He was too quick for 
her. He swung forward, wedging his foot between the door and the jamb, and 
he easily pushed the door open against her puny feminine strength, walking 
boldly into the schoolroom. He was followed by the other two new boys. Harry 
Taylor closed the door behind them. 

Instant terror struck the red-haired young teacher's heart. She shrank away 
from them, looking with horrified eyes from one to the other of the three 
hard-faced boys. 

Dick Maynard stepped toward her while the other two lounged easily near the 
door. Judy stepped back a step, keeping her distance. 

"Wh...what do...y...you want?" she asked in trepidation. 

Smoothly, seductively, Dick began. "We've been hearing what a great teacher 
you are. Old Man Feather was telling us about some of the things you taught 
him a few nights back...and we thought maybe...." He grinned suggestively. 

Judy felt a deep growing pit of terror erupting from her belly. She stepped 
back another step. "I don't want to hear it!" 

Dick moved slowly toward her. 

She shouted, her voice hysterical with terror. "Don't you dare touch me! Get 
out! All of you!" 

Running forward, she dodged the boy's advance and made for the door, where 
the larger of the two other boys, Harry Taylor, grabbed her easily and 
effortlessly, clamping a hand over her mouth. 

"Gottcha, teacher, baby!" he gloated. 

Tom White stepped up in front of her, his ferret-eyes glinting with sadistic 
anger. He grated out at her, "Now, listen, you little bitch! We're going to 
have a nice quiet little after-class get-together.. . here in your snug 
little schoolroom...and you're going to teach us a few things!" 

Judy struggled desperately in the burly boy's bear-hug, but in vain. He 
laughed a cruel harsh cackling laugh. "Don't waste your strength, Teach. You 
ain't going nowhere." 

"Take her over there, Harry," Tom ordered, pointing toward the open space at 
the head of the room. 

Judy felt herself deposited on the huge world map, one of them jerked from 
the wall to throw on the floor. Harry, now bending down over her, his big 
hand still clasped over her mouth, grinned lewdly into her eyes. 

"This'll be fun for you too...I hear you really dig teaching." 

Producing a roll of adhesive tape from his pocket, Tom tore off a generous 
strip, wadded his dirty handkerchief into a ball, and reaching down, forced 
her jaws open with thumb and forefinger. Harry removed his hand from her 
mouth, and Tom "stuffed the handkerchief between her teeth, quickly applying 
the tape across her lips to make an effective gag. 

"This doesn't have to stay on," Tom White told her. "Whether it stays or 
comes off is up to you...understand?" 

The red-haired girl's fear-glazed eyes, wide open, pleading, looked up to 
see the three boys staring down at her, salaciously, lewdly, lasciviously, 
their lustful eyes devouring her voluptuous figure. 

"When do we undress her, Tom?" Harry asked. 

"Right now...if you want to...." Tom croaked, sitting down on the floor and 
reaching for one of her feet. He quickly removed one and then the other of 
her shoes, tossing them carelessly aside. 

Harry reached down the neck of her blouse, his big hand grabbing the thin 
material, his brown eyes sparkling lewdly. "Hot damn!" he chortled, "I've 
always wanted to do this to a teacher!" His hand slashed downward, ripping 
her blouse; again and again, he grasped and ripped, the torn pieces of 
material scattering around her on the floor. 

At that point, Dick leaned over her with a long switchblade in his hand. 
Judy screamed in silent terror as she felt the cold steel of the blade 
touching her shoulder. He slipped the blade expertly under the straps of her 
brassiere, the keen edge severing them like butter, exposing her lushly 
rounded breasts to the three rape-bound boys. 

Tom reached for the waistband of her panties and tore them harshly from her 
loins, leaving the red-haired teacher feeling cold and horribly exposed in 
her total nakedness. Then he reached up casually to fondle one of her 
breasts, his fingers massaging and kneading while his thumb and forefinger 
rolled the coral nipple until it was hard and spiky. 

"Don't fight it, teacher baby. We've got a lot of time." He grinned at her 
lewdly. 

As she lay there on the wooden floor, stiff with shock, the cold reality of 
the situation suddenly hit her. She was going to be raped! Raped by a gang 
of vicious youths who thought and acted like animals and had little 
compassion or feeling toward her or any other human being. Her buttocks 
quivered convulsively from the terrifying thought of what her fate was to be 
in a few short minutes. Her eyes skipped over the boys' faces, and she saw 
no mercy in their expressions, only undisguised bestial passion. 

"If I let you loose and take that gag off. . . will you promise not to 
scream or try to run away?" Tom asked. 

Her bobbing head told of her acquiescence, and he leaned forward to rip the 
adhesive tape from her lips. She spat out the handkerchief. 

"You little bastard!" she shot at him, licking at her lips where the tape 
had made them raw. 

Dick guffawed. "That's it, sweetie. Show a little spunk." 

Tom's face had crimsoned and then grown white with anger, but Dick's remark 
caused his features to relax, and a twisted grin covered his vicious face. 
"Yeah, that's right.. . a little fight'll make it more fun." 

Tom looked over at Harry, who had sat down beside Judy and was running his 
big paw over her full, pouting breasts appreciatively. "Christ! You ever see 
such tits?" 

Shivering, Judy tolerated the big youth's rough caresses. She had already 
come to the realization that she was helpless. She had not a chance in the 
world of ever escaping from these three overgrown delinquents. 
Fatalistically, she decided that she had no choice but to do their bidding. 
Her cooperation might assure that she wouldn't be hurt.. . or killed. 

Having raised both nipples to spiky hardness, Harry used his mouth, sucking 
up the entire areola; he used his tongue and the roof of his mouth to nurse 
at her breast, the suction becoming increasingly painful, until, abruptly, 
once again, that unexplainable but now familiar warmth began to flow through 
her body, permeating her breasts, racing through her belly and igniting a 
flame in her loins. She moaned with the horrible pleasure of it, her hand 
stealing up to his neck to pull his shaggy head in close to her. 

Her hips began to undulate almost imperceptibly, and the muscles in her 
thighs relaxed, allowing them to fall apart a couple of inches. Tom, 
watching, saw what was happening, and his hand went out to travel the full 
length of her inner thigh, caressing, kneading and teasing, arriving finally 
at the closed pink slit of her cunt. Her thighs splayed wider as he pressed 
his finger into her thinly trembling cuntal furrow, dipping into her cunt 
itself and slipping his finger up to her already erected clitoris within the 
soft, palpitating flesh of her red hair-lined pussy. 

After a few minutes, Harry decided he'd had enough, and he brusquely raised 
his head from Judy's tingling breast, pushing Tom's finger away from her 
cunt. "Come on, man," he urged, "lets get the show on the road." As he 
spoke, he stepped over between the supine teacher's wide-open thighs, and 
grabbing her legs, he raised them in the air and then knelt down to stare 
lustfully at her naked pussy. 

Tom and Dick both watched salaciously, and Dick rasped out in a grating 
voice, "Go on, man. Suck that cunt. Get her turned on for us." 

Harry gazed down at the long shapely thighs that merged into the tender pink 
lips of the young voluptuous teacher's cunt, his eyes bulging with hot 
uncontrollable desire. Moving his hands under the full rounded cheeks of her 
buttocks, he placed his thumbs on either side of her soft cunt and pressed 
gently. Bit by bit, he pulled the lips of her cunt wide apart, straining 
open her thighs until the painfully stretched muscles began to ache. 
Bringing his face down to the same level with the thin red strands of her 
soft pussy hair, he could see the slight moisture forming and glistening as 
the closed lips slipped wider apart. 

The youth gazed greedily for a moment, and then with an animal-like groan, 
he dropped his head and buried the full length of his long slippery tongue 
snake-like into the warm throbbing walls of her naked pussy. 

Judy jerked, a tortured moan escaping from deep in her chest. The sight of 
the other boys grinning in vicious appreciation above her choked back all 
sound of protest. There was no hope, she knew, and the only way to get out 
of this room without being hurt was by submitting to their obscene demands. 

She forced her head up, eyes wide in terror, to see Harry crouching down on 
all fours between her widespread thighs, his light brown head of hair 
bobbing up and down as he licked mercilessly into her heated cunt. He licked 
up to her tiny clitoris and sucked it wetly into his hot mouth. He nibbled 
at it with the sharp tips of his teeth until she cried out in pleasure-pain. 
His head moved lower, then, and his mouth and tongue worked at the 
widespread passage of her cunt. 

The boy's hazel eyes locked on her face as he continued the torturing 
thrusts of his long slippery tongue into her vagina. He watched the helpless 
tears falling over her cheeks, feeling a cruel satisfaction with his 
actions. Before they were through, he was sure she would be crawling on her 
knees, begging them for more. 

Suddenly, Harry's tongue stopped its prodding arousal, and he lifted his 
face from between her legs, his cheeks glistening with the dew of her 
excited cuntal secretions. "I think it's about time to fuck," he stated. 

"Man, I don't know. From what I hear, she's a wild one. Think you can handle 
all that good pussy, Harry?" Dick rasped out. 

"Look, Sonny. By the time I finish with her, you'll know what wild really 
means. She'll be so turned on, you'll have to fight her off." 

Harry reached up from between her splayed thighs, leaning over to fasten his 
teeth harshly into the nipple of her left breast. Judy groaned in pain, 
attempting to twist away from the sudden sharp torture, but her shoulders 
were held by the other two boys, and she couldn't move. Harry's full lips 
roamed wetly over the cream-white mounds, causing a blissful shock that 
descended feather-like to her naked genitals. 

Shortly, Harry moved back, squatting between her legs once again, and she 
could feel his hands parting her thighs again. Then she arched her back, as 
she felt his thumbs caressing her soft pussy lips, spreading them wider. She 
shuddered as Harry's out-stretched middle finger pushed between the soft 
protective folds of her young pussy, moaning pitifully as his finger wormed 
its way up into the now wet and open passageway. 

Judy gasped and caught her breath as the finger that had enlarged and 
stretched the well lubricated walls of her vagina slipped wetly out with a 
moist sucking sound. 

Then Harry stood up suddenly, and he quickly took off his pants and shorts, 
revealing to her startled eyes his massive cock throbbing and jutting out 
from his loins like a loaded cannon ready to explode. The youth leaned over 
her, and she felt his huge bulbous cock-head moving up and down in the 
widespread slit of her vagina, parting the soft resilient pubic hair in 
preparation for the cunt-splitting entry she knew was coming. She tried to 
close her legs, but he pushed them open easily, holding them cruelly apart 
with his knees. 

"Hold her down, you guys. I just gotta get into that tight little pussy," 
Harry gasped as he rested one hand over her shoulder to support himself, 
and, with the other, he grasped his huge pulsating cock. 

Judy held her breath for what seemed to be an eternity, petrified in utter 
subjugation under him, as she felt the first soft electrical contact against 
the sensitive coral-lipped opening of her involuntarily flowing pussy. 

"Oh, nooo! You're hurting me," she cried as the bulbous tip found the 
opening in her swollen cunt lips and gently thrust inside. She was suddenly 
screaming incoherently as the lust-crazed youth drove the blood-engorged 
head of his huge cock inward another tortured inch. She jerked open her eyes 
and saw the evil sadistic grin above her. He was killing her...and he was 
reveling in it! 

He pressed forward again, flexing his buttocks with all his strength against 
the vaginal resistance of her newly-violated cunt. And then he came down 
heavily upon her, his weight flattening her breasts against her chest. His 
long sleek cock rammed all the way up into her cunt with a roaring fury, 
pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in helpless rippling waves 
before it. And finally his pelvis slammed against hers, his balls slapping 
heavily into the upturned cheeks of her buttocks. 

His thick hard cock was sunk up in to its fullest depth in her helplessly 
quivering belly as she felt the hardness of the smooth rubbery head pressed 
harshly against her cervix. Her hopeless moans of pain and humiliation went 
unheeded and unheard. 

Hot breath assailed her nostrils as the other two boys leaned closer over 
her trembling body. Their faces hung within inches of her exciting 
nakedness, watching as if hypnotized the raping of the voluptuous young 
teacher by their buddy. Then she was dimly aware of Tom's hands squeezing 
and massaging her tender left breast, clawing at every part of her he could 
reach. At the same time, Dick's hand seemed to come out of nowhere to pinch 
at her full right breast, digging angrily and sadistically. 

"Told you I'd stretch that tight little pussy of yours, baby," Harry 
taunted, flexing his punishing instrument cruelly inside her totally-filled 
vagina. 

"Aaarrrggghhh," she groaned, her face contorted in pain from the inhuman, 
agonizing impalement, as well as the sadistic clawing at her breasts. 

"Good, ain't it?" Harry panted, leering down at her. He heaved his pelvis 
forward with all his strength, somehow managing to bury his massive rod of 
flesh another half-inch up into the humiliated teacher's tortured vagina. 

Oh, God...it hurt so badly...She didn't think she was going to be able to 
bear it...it felt so...so...She sank into a half-stupor, trying to complete 
her thought, but out of the haze of pain and humiliation, the one word that 
emerged into her whirling brain was: good! It felt so good! 

Harry began a slow teasing rotation of his rigid cock deep inside her womb. 
As though her body were severed from her mind, Judy's hips began swaying in 
involuntary reaction. Lewd flames of desire licked through her veins, and 
she no longer bore the will to fight it. Now her body began to twitch and 
writhe in answer to the pistoning of the overgrown student's rock-like cock, 
and she groaned incessantly up into the moistness of his mouth, which was 
suddenly clamped over hers, his tongue driving deep into her throat. Faint 
mewls of passionate subservient acceptance rose from deep in her breast, and 
she all at once felt that it didn't matter anymore. It just felt too good to 
fight. "Jack me off!" 

Judy unexpectedly heard Dick's rasping command through the haze of her own 
lust and degradation. Trance-like, she looked up to see the blond-haired 
youth kneeling next to her head, his heavily throbbing penis standing 
erectly not six inches from her face. She was unable to speak. 

"Put your hand on it, you bitch! You afraid it's going to bite you or 
something?" he rasped again, his legs spread apart before her cringing face. 
As she reached slowly up toward his hovering cock, he suddenly drew back. 
"No...I got a better idea. Git your face away from there, Harry. I want to 
stick my prick in her mouth." 

Harry abruptly raised up, his rampant cock still driving into her welcoming 
cunt with ferocious force, and she gazed up at the glistening white length 
of cock that hovered above her face. Then, without hesitation or thought, 
she twisted her head and licked the mushroom-shaped head of the rigidly 
pulsating cock, bringing a loud moan from the kneeling youth. 

Though her mouth ached from the strain of her awkward position, she 
gradually explored the entire length of Dick's cock with her tongue. She 
grazed its smooth, rubbery head with her teeth, tickling the tiny hole with 
the point of her tongue, and then she brought her mouth up to the softly 
dangling sacs of his testicles, the wiry hairs rasping at her lips as her 
warm saliva coated the wrinkled flesh. 

The sweating Harry slaved above her, breaking into long deep strokes that 
tore his cock almost all the way from her clasping vagina, then thrust 
forward into her uplifted buttocks until she could hear the loud smacks of 
his balls slapping down against the nakedly open crevice of her anus. 
Without warning, she felt his fingers crawling down the cleft of her 
buttocks toward the tiny target, the small puckered hole cradled 
defenselessly below, flirting teasingly with it like a small hard tongue. He 
pushed into it with a sudden quick movement, and heard her gasp at the new 
and unexpected pain, feeling the soft rubbery flesh yield before his attack. 

Though she moaned in painful protest, inadvertently freeing Dick's cock from 
her mouth, Harry thrust harder, working his finger around inside, stretching 
her nether tight ring wider and wider. A second finger forced its way in, 
and her groans of painful subjugation gave way to softer moans of pleasure 
as her narrow rectum slowly became accustomed to the strange lewd invasion. 
She wantonly screwed back onto his probing fingers as the boy methodically 
explored the warm rubbery depths. Hopelessly impaled between Harry's hard 
throbbing cock in her vagina and his fingers shoved into her anus, she 
turned her head away from Dick's cock, but the blond-haired boy reached down 
and grabbed her head, holding it in a vise-like grip, and forced his cock 
back into her mouth once again, where she soon was sucking at it greedily as 
he demanded: "Hey, man, let's turn her over," she heard Tom say. "I want to 
get in on this, too." 

"Yeah, baby. That's wild," Harry said in a lascivious voice. "Roll over, 
bitch, we're going to fill you from all sides." When she made no move to 
comply with his command, he snarled brutally, "Turn over!" He pushed her 
impatiently over on her stomach, forcing her to take her mouth off Dick's 
pistoning cock, and letting his own cock slip out of her quivering vagina. 
He grabbed at her hips and helped her to her knees, and there she rested for 
long minutes. 

Harry rolled over on his back and slid under the kneeling redhead, his cock 
poling up like a young bull's. Reaching up, he grabbed her hips and impaled 
her open vagina with one deft stroke onto his turgidly virile young cock. He 
closed his eyes ecstatically as he felt the hotly dripping cunt-mouth close 
tight over his aching penile shaft, and he grated out between clenched 
teeth, "Okay, men. Let 'er buck!" 

Tom swung around and mounted her rapidly from behind, cruelly shoving his 
long hard saliva-moistened cock deep up into her defenseless rectum, causing 
her to wince at the sudden lunge. Her face jerked up and ran head-on into 
Dick's waiting cock, and he rammed it without warning in her half-open 
mouth. He fucked into her face viciously, using her mouth as he would a 
cunt, ramming the hard fleshy shaft halfway down her throat, the full length 
disappearing between her roundly ovaled lips almost to the hilt. 

She choked and gagged and groaned in disbelief as the three hoodlums 
buffeted her back and forth like a rag doll between them, using her helpless 
body like an inanimate receptacle in which they would pump their lewd heated 
sperm. But then the very helplessness of her position and the idea of being 
brutally fucked by three virtual strangers suddenly aroused her, reviving 
the great hunger she had left only moments before. She began to thrust her 
buttocks in tiny luxuriant circles, clenching with her anal passage at Tom's 
imbedded rod and then rocking forward, and clasping with her cunt muscles at 
Harry's hot fleshy pole burrowing into her cunt from below. She sucked 
ravenously at the cock in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and puffing with 
his cruel battering. She wanted it to explode in her mouth, to taste the 
warm sperm and feel it rolling down her throat. She wanted all three cocks 
to burst inside her body and flood her with cum. She was no longer human, 
but a great mass of quivering sensual flesh, unable to think, only to feel 
and desire. 

The three youths grunted and groaned as they thrust into her orifices, 
driving their lust-swollen penises as if to meet somewhere inside her 
belly...Judy's body drove on, her breasts quivering as her body was buffeted 
back and forth by this obscene triple ravishment. 

Suddenly, with the rising storm of her own orgasm, she felt the cock fucking 
into her from below swelling and throbbing. Tom's virile young hardness 
ground into her exposed clitoris, causing her to tremble convulsively, 
jerking forward to bury the second cock deep in her madly sucking mouth, and 
then back onto the one skewering mercilessly into her rectum. 

The cock fucking into her face burst wildly in her mouth with its pungent 
male cum, her cheeks expanding like a balloon to keep herself from gagging 
on the floods of sperm that jetted deep into her throat. Small white 
droplets trickled from the corners of her mouth as she swallowed madly, 
fearful of losing the least bit of the precious fluid. 

Meanwhile, the searing sensations in her wildly seething cunt were building 
to unbearable tensions as Harry began to pound his lust-hardened cock into 
her with longer and even more powerful strokes. 

Tom began plunging without mercy into her hotly steaming rectum. He had 
begun to race for his own orgasm. 

Judy strained over Harry, arching herself off him and then down to push her 
loins onto his, her cunt grinding down on his gouging cock with each thrust, 
countering him, absorbing all of him deep up into her belly. 

Her senses were shattered by the strength of her own climax when it suddenly 
thundered into being. She held her breath as great convulsive spasms of 
welcome relief exploded inside and enveloped her, and she was whirling 
dizzily between their two hammering cocks. 

"Oh God!" she screamed. "I'm cumming...I'm cumming...oooohhh!" 

As if on cue, Tom rammed into her without mercy, reaching his own orgasm in 
a crescendo of furiously raging thrusts, the viscid liquid of his cum 
rushing through his cock to jet warmly into the moist shuddering depths of 
her tender-walled rectal passage. Then he collapsed on top of her, moaning 
and panting. 

"Ooooh! Fuck! Oooh! Fuck!" Harry abruptly spat out in a wailing groan as his 
jackhammering cock suddenly rammed even deeper into her spasming cunt, and 
he released spurt after steaming spurt of his viscous semen up into her 
welcoming belly. Then he fell back, letting his slowly deflating cock slip 
out of her milking pussy with a loud moist sluicing sound. 

Judy lay panting and gasping for breath, a deflated and defeated mass of 
helplessly quivering female flesh. Dimly she was aware of leave-taking, of 
young cocks deflated and spent, being pulled from the nakedness of her 
sperm-filled body, and then she was alone. After a long while, her eyes 
fluttered open to find herself lying on the crumpled map of the world all 
spotted now with the thick white pools of her debauchery with the three 
young hoodlums. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The vast forum hall at Pendleton High School was filled to capacity for the 
regular school board meeting. The large audience of parents shuffled and 
whispered noisily as the board rambled through the agenda before them. 
Archibald Feather looked out over the audience, surveying his domain. 

As the interminable business of the meeting dragged on, the audience became 
more restive. At last, the board chairman, James Hanna, cleared his throat 
and began to read. 

"Fellow members of the board, Dr. Feather. The next item is the proposal to 
close Old Paramus School. As you know, this is our only remaining one-room 
schoolhouse. It seems obvious that this is a holdover from earlier times. We 
no longer live in a rural agricultural society, and while our other schools 
have flourished and benefited from up-to-date methods, equipment and 
teachers, this one school has been neglected and allowed to deteriorate. 

"I would like to suggest that this school is an aging eyesore that drags 
down the image of the whole district system. We inherited it from earlier 
boards who simply pushed the problem under the rug. I feel it is time we did 
something about it." 

"Wait a minute. My kid went there!" A short man rose to his feet shouting. 
"Miss Turner helped him get a scholarship to a good college. She may be an 
old-fashioned teacher, but what's wrong with that? Just 'cause things are 
new don't make them better." 

The uproar began. Archibald Feather watched and waited as it swirled around 
him. The emotional parents screeched loud and long and, as usual, no one 
came up with a single valid argument to back up their statements of 
passionate loyalty to Judy Turner. It became painfully obvious that, with 
Archibald Feather's help, the entire district was, in effect, supporting a 
private school for special students at the expense of the entire system. 

"Gentlemen," Archibald Feather stood up to his full height and looked 
around, waiting for the angry voices to cease. When the large room was 
absolutely still, he said in a calm and reasonable voice, "I should like to 
submit my report on the matter to the board." He handed around the typed 
report to the board members. "My recommendation, as you can see, is to close 
the school. I believe my findings are in order. The cost benefit analysis 
gives us the picture pretty clearly. Even if it did not, may I say that 

I feel there is no way to bring this school into the programs we have in 
progress in the other schools. That in effect we would be keeping open an 
aging, outmoded unit as a costly memorial to what some of the parents feel 
is an irreplaceable teacher. Gentlemen, I think you will agree that none of 
us is indispensable. In fact, it simply isn't good business to have any one 
teacher who cannot willingly and eagerly be assigned to any school in the 
district. No other teacher would have Old Parmaus. So, should something 
happen to Miss Turner, we would be forced to close Old Paramus anyway. I 
propose we do it now. I propose we adjourn to executive session and discuss 
the reports at this time." 

When the board returned from their private meeting twenty minutes later, 
most of the audience had gone home. The verdict had become clear in the 
course of Archibald Feather's well chosen words. 

The chairman of the board rapped his gavel for attention, even though the 
audience that was left was already quiet. "The board has voted unanimously 
to close Old Paramus School. Students living in the area will be bused to 
town schools at the district expense and absorbed into other schools." 

* * * 

Judy sat listlessly staring out of the window of her living room. She knew 
there was the fatal school board meeting tonight, but nothing and no one 
seemed to matter anymore. The school and all her ambitions and hopes seemed 
very far away, a memory from another life lived very long ago. 

When the phone rang late in the evening, she stared at it stupidly, not 
knowing at first why it shrilled. Finally, she picked it up. Her face 
emotionless, she heard the news from Archibald Feather's own lips. It no 
longer seemed to have anything to do with her. For the old Judy Turner no 
longer existed. She had been buried along with her rigid moralistic 
background, buried somewhere in the depths of the body of her new 
counterpart. 

"Thank you for calling," Judy muttered dutifully into the phone and hung it 
back on its cradle. 

Closing the school had only been a formality. The new Judy Turner would 
never teach again. It was not a calling that would excite her, nor would she 
feel fit ever to influence young minds again. 

Idly, she wandered around the cottage, looking at everything as though it 
were an artifact from a long time ago. A sudden decision hit her. She went 
to the closet and pulled down a coat to throw around her shoulders. The 
lights still glowed as she ran out the door, started her car, and turned it 
down the road toward Larry Williams' house. Embraces awaited her, eager 
young arms to keep her from ever being alone again. 


THE END
