The Library Teacher
by Mary Jenkins


FOREWORD 

The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many 
centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer 
for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except 
that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this 
sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by 
the illogical or irrational opinions of others. 

In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this 
truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters 
faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of 
the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided. 

The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor 
a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the 
wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be 
true, " was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us 
from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist 
can contest...."Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he 
alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat. " Those who deny 
others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to 
consider this quote from Romans. 

No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this 
ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by 
looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief 
glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions 
and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered 
fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or 
"it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of 
pleasure. 

The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We 
offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this 
timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. 
A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself. 

-The Publisher 

 CHAPTER ONE 

"It's merely a formality," the toughlooking teacher argued, glaring intently 
at the voluptuous young librarian. "When you've been ordering books as long 
as I have, I'm sure you'll realize that." 

Martha Price shook her blonde hair vigorously in disagreement. She looked 
around the room for support from the other teachers at the meeting, but most 
of them regarded her passively, waiting for her next move. It was as if she 
and the persistent Victor Burroughs were on a stage, performing a familiar 
routine for a no-longer interested audience. 

"It is not merely a formality, Mr. Burroughs, and you, all the teachers 
present, and the whole school board know it! These books are not 
state-approved classroom texts, and I will not order them for my library!" 
She waved a hand toward the stack of books Vic had brought in for her 
approval. The titles alone disgusted her-Making the Most of Your Sexuality, 
The Perfect Lover, The Carnal Key: Unlock Your Sexual Power, Satin Sheets 
and Bedroom Treats ... the list went on and on. For months now, he had been 
trying to persuade her to by-pass state law and order the selection for the 
high school library. He insisted he needed them for his sexual education 
class, and he had raised the subject at every single teacher's meeting this 
year. Martha's patience was wearing thin, and she was almost ready to order 
the obscene books just to get the burly teacher off her back. 

"Let me remind you, Miss Price, that it is not your library. It is the 
library for all the students and teachers at this school. Your job is to 
serve the school, not censor it!" The irate teacher knew he had her now, and 
he hoped he could rally the other teachers behind him with his cogent 
remark. 

Martha sighed wearily. Vic was right about his point, but the accusing tone 
of his voice was entirely misplaced. In the year and a half that she had 
been the school librarian, the curvaceous blonde had seen the library grow 
from a make-shift converted classroom with less than 10,000 volumes to a 
spacious self-contained study complex with over 40,000 volumes and three 
separate research rooms, study tables, and an after-school reading program. 
The average use of the library by the students had tripled in that short 
time, and Martha had had high hopes of expanding the library services to 
include weekend use by the community, and summer programs to encourage 
students to keep up their interest in books the whole year round. 

Ever since she had been a teenager growing up in the Midwest, Martha had 
dreamed of running a library. She'd been an avid reader all her life, and 
she wanted to extend her enthusiasm for books to young people, so that they 
could get the enormous pleasure from reading that she had always gotten. 
That was why the job at Bellview High School had been the perfect 
opportunity for her, and that was why she had moved out of California in 
spite of the fact that her fiance of four years was still back in Ohio. 

Her pretty face clouded when she thought of Wes Nichols. Wes was a graduate 
student at Ohio State, and it would be two more years before he completed 
his biology Ph.D. It had been a tough decision for both of them when Martha 
decided to take the library job out west, because all during college they 
had been going together, and during their senior year, they had actually 
lived together. It had been hard for Martha's straight-laced parents to 
accept-and indeed, it had been difficult for Martha to deviate from her own 
strict morals-but she and Wes were so sure of each other, and so looking 
forward to their graduation and marriage, that it had seemed the right and 
logical thing to do. 

Now, however, Martha sincerely regretted that she had allowed herself to 
break with tradition that year, because it made it all the harder to be away 
from Wes for so long. If she hadn't been so stubborn in pursuit of her 
career, or if Wes could have transferred to a school on the West Coast, they 
might have been married already. But as it turned out, all they could do was 
pledge their undying love, and promise to wait until they could be reunited. 

It had been extremely difficult for Martha at first. She desperately missed 
the security of having Wes around all the time, and she didn't know if she'd 
be able to live without those long nights of tender and impassioned 
love-making that had been such an important part of their relationship. She 
was still young, only twenty-four and there were times that the aching 
desire in her long-ignored loins almost made her forget her vows of 
faithfulness to Wes. 

And then there were times when she found herself doubting Wes, too. It would 
be nearly impossible for a virile handsome young man like Wes Nichols to 
ignore his natural masculine attraction for the hundreds of single female 
students roaming around the campus. After all, they weren't married yet, and 
it had been Martha's decision to leave and postpone it a while, not Wes's. 
She had to tell herself that Wes must be having innocent outside affairs, 
but that they didn't really mean anything, and his love for her would remain 
unchanged. She had to believe she had not made a mistake in moving out to 
California, and possibly jeopardizing her relationship with Wes. 

But it was precisely at times like these when she began to worry about 
whether she had made the right choice. This damn Vic Burroughs and his 
sleazy sex books were a drain on her strength, as well as a threat to her 
dreams for a well-balanced, academic library. It was practically pointless 
to argue with him, because the teachers' meeting would be over at five, and 
he would be back next month to take up another whole session trying to force 
her to order the books. 

The comments of the vice-principal suddenly jarred into Martha's wandering 
thoughts. " ... in the interests, of all the students, I think Vic is right. 
The kids will read things anyway, and it is best that we have a chance to 
explain them ... We can't help the students by hiding things from them; all 
we can do, is try to help them understand." 

"Wh-what?" Martha stammered, suddenly aware that she had not been listening 
and now all the eyes in the room were focused on her. 

"He says we should order the books so we can at least make sure the students 
understand them ... otherwise they'll read them on their own and maybe 
misinterpret them," the sexed teacher sneered triumphantly. At last, it 
seemed he had been able to go over the young librarian's head, and get the 
order approved by the administration. 

"Very well, then," the voluptuous blonde said reluctantly. "I'll sign the 
order, and you'll have your books in two weeks." She turned abruptly and 
walked out of the room. She had had enough of the illegal pressuring from 
Victor Burroughs, and now that she had given in, she could turn her 
attention to other matters. 

She had a schedule to work out for the student helpers in the library, and 
she had 400 new books to stamp and catalog before tomorrow. It was always 
like this on the first Thursday of the month, because the teachers' meeting 
took an hour out of her time at the library, and she always had to stay late 
to make it up. Often, some of the students would stay late to help 
her-sometimes until six o'clock, but tonight she was going to send them all 
home so she could work alone. She needed the time to think. 

"How was the meeting, Miss Price?" a dark-haired boy said as she walked in 
the sliding glass door. 

"Oh, about the same as usual, Rusty," Martha answered absently. 

Rusty Thaddeus was a new boy in the school, and he seemed to be spending a 
lot of time in the library. Martha thought at first that he was just like 
all the other teenage boys, who hung around to look at her full upthrust 
breasts and sneak glances under the counter at her slender silk-sheathed 
legs. Part of the recent increase in student use of the library, the blonde 
woman had to admit, was not due to the remarkably improved book selection. 
It was due to her own presence, which the budding adolescent boys found to 
be such a pleasant contrast to the old, impersonal librarian who had 
retired. Sometimes, she even heard their crass remarks about her melon-like 
breasts or the shape of her provocatively rounded hips ... and she had 
noticed, too, that many students, mostly boys, would come into the library 
just to sit, never even looking at the books she worked so hard to display 
attractively. At first, this realization had bothered her immensely, but 
eventually she had gotten used to it, and even begun to turn the boys' 
illicit interest in her to a healthy interest in the library. 

She thought of B.J. Stokes. B.J. had been kicked out of more classes than 
most kids ever signed up for. When Martha had first started at the library, 
B.J. had suddenly shown an interest in his school work, and stayed after 
school to study in the library almost every day. When grades came out, it 
was clear that he hadn't been studying in the library, and his counselor put 
the library off-limits for him. That was where Martha stepped in and offered 
to take him on as a library aide. At least if she gave him odd-jobs to do, 
he wouldn't be wasting his time. And now, while B.J. was by no means a model 
student, he was at least reliable helper, and he came in three mornings a 
week to re-shelve books. He was slowly and reluctantly learning the catalog 
system, and Martha hoped he would eventually develop a sincere interest in 
books. 

The same had been true of Lyle Benson and his sexy little girlfriend Emily. 
Emily was perceptive beyond her years, and when Lyle started hanging around 
the library and checking out books he never intended to read, Emily had 
spotted the problem right away. It was she who had approached Miss Price and 
boldly asked her to keep Lyle busy or keep him out of the library. Martha 
had been shocked by the forward girl's request, but she had agreed to keep 
Lyle busy, as long as he was going to spend his time there anyway. 

So it wasn't any shock to Martha Price when the new boy started hanging 
around the library. She had thought he was just going to be one of those 
troublesome adolescents who couldn't seem to get enough illicit stares at 
mature womanly breasts or fully-rounded buttocks. But yesterday she had 
found out otherwise. Rusty was coming to the library to see her all right, 
but it wasn't only because of her provocative figure. It was because of her 
background ... The pleasant young ninth grader was also from Ohio, and not 
too far from where Martha had gone to college. 

He had been sitting at a table near the check-out counter, pretending to 
read. But every time Martha had even whispered to anyone, the alert young 
boy had sat up straight and listened. Finally he had summoned all his 
courage and approached her. 

"You from the Midwest?" he had asked, a slight pink blush suffusing his 
cheeks. "It sounds kind of like you have that ... accent." 

"Why, yes, I am, Rusty. And you are, too, aren't you?" the surprised older 
woman had replied. She wondered why she hadn't thought of it before-he'd 
been coming in the library for three days, and she had heard him talking to 
other students several times. She had thought there was something different 
about him all along, but she hadn't been able to place it. Though he was as 
big and physically mature as most of the other ninth graders, he had a 
child-like innocent quality about him that wasn't apparent in the other 
students his age. He seemed a little apprehensive, a little unsure of 
himself, and he was easily embarrassed. It was as if he was actually 
psychologically younger than the other boys in his class, although he was 
physically and academically mature. 

Today he had asked to stay and help stamp the new books after school, and he 
had insisted even though Martha had told him she had a teachers' meeting. 
She had agreed to let him stay, mostly because she welcomed the opportunity 
to talk to someone from back home, even if it was only a young boy. It made 
her feel closer to Wes, somehow, to hear the gentle Midwest twang and talk 
about things going on in the slow-moving farming communities. 

"They've approved some new books," Martha told him abstractly, after a long 
pause. "So in two weeks, there will be a whole lot of cataloging to do." She 
suddenly realized that she would have to start a whole new section for the 
vile sex literature, because she hadn't ever stocked any of that kind of 
material before. She started thinking about where she could put it, so it 
would be out of the way of the general reading area, but still available to 
the students enrolled in that awful sexual education course. 

"What kind of books?" Rusty inquired interestedly. He liked English and 
reading, and he, like Martha, had been raised to devour books. 

"Oh, they're for a special class ... They won't be out on the shelves," she 
replied vaguely. Being from Ohio herself, she strongly suspected that the 
boy's parents wouldn't approve of the kinds of things the California kids 
were reading. She felt strangely protective of young Rusty, and she didn't 
want to get him in trouble at home. That was why she didn't want him to stay 
any longer today; she wanted to adjust to this new change alone. 

"Thanks for your help, Rusty ... but I won't be needing you any more today. 
I've got some other work to do, that I don't really need any help with...." 

"Okay, Miss Price. It's been nice talking with you. I told my parents you 
were from Ohio, and they said they want to meet you." The cheerful 
dark-haired boy waved and sauntered out the door. 

For some reason, Rusty's comment about his parents bothered the blonde 
librarian. She had met several parents before, of course, but it had always 
been on a detached, impersonal level, and she had a feeling that the 
Thaddeus's would be different, somehow. Parents back home were more 
concerned about their children's schools, and therefore often more critical. 
Martha didn't feel confident she would be able to meet the rigorous 
standards they would expect of her ... But there was something else, too ... 
There was a nagging feeling inside of her, a kind of indefinable warning, 
that foretold trouble with young Rusty-not the kind of trouble she normally 
had with young boys, but something more dangerous.... 

* * * 

It was on a Wednesday, two weeks later, that the books arrived and her 
suspicions began to take a more definite form. B.J. Stokes, Lyle Benson, and 
Rusty had offered to stay after school to help catalog and shelve the new 
books. B.J. and Lyle were up to their usual sniggering and sly commenting 
about Miss Price's figure, and some of the book covers evoked even more lewd 
and obscene remarks. Rusty, on the other hand, reddened noticeably as he 
pulled each new book from the box, and Martha could see that he was trying 
not to look at the pictures on the covers. She wished she could have kept 
him from seeing the sex books, but in the two weeks between when she had 
learned where he was from and now, Rusty had become one of the most 
efficient library helpers she had, and he had wanted to help with the new 
shipment to show how well he had learned the procedures. Martha was unable 
to think of any valid sounding reason to keep him out of the library, 
especially since she was allowing those goof-offs B.J. and Lyle to work on 
the books. 

The three boys and the librarian had pasted envelopes inside all the book 
covers and practically finished making cards for them, when B.J. and Lyle 
decided at once they had to go home. Martha excused them gratefully, and she 
didn't even demand that they put back the books they were hiding 
not-very-subtly under their shirts. She knew they would read them anyway, 
even if they had to sit in the library all day to do it, so there was no 
point in telling them she knew they were sneaking them out of the building. 

When they had gone, Rusty began to work faster, suddenly embarrassed that he 
was alone with the beautiful young woman. He was making cards for twenty 
copies of The Perfect Lover, which was a glossy paperback with a very 
explicit picture of a naked couple on the cover. The man and woman were 
entwined, in a reclining embrace and between their tightly pressed bodies, 
he could just make out the turgid brown nipple topping the woman's full 
breast as it was crushed against her lover's body. His fumbling fingers 
began to tremble, and inadvertently he began dropping copies of the obscene 
book while he was trying to put the cards in the pockets. One fell open to 
page 147, on which there was a detailed drawing entitled, "Female genitals 
with sensitive portions indicated by arrows". Helplessly, the innocent boy's 
eyes were drawn to the lewd diagram, and he read the labels of the 
"clitoris", the "Outer labia", and the sensitive "inner vaginal labia". 
Underneath the picture there was a paragraph describing how each of the 
erogenous areas could be best stimulated, and how to recognize when they 
were aroused enough for "entry". 

The boy's eyes bulged unconsciously, and his shaking fingers reached down to 
turn the page, when suddenly he became aware of the blonde librarian 
standing above him. 

"Oh! Miss Price! ... I ... um ... dropped the card...." His cheeks burned 
furiously, and he couldn't bring himself to meet her eyes. 

"Here it is," Martha said, picking the card up off the table. "Is ... is 
something bothering you about that book?" 

"I ... oh, no! . .'. It's just...." He couldn't go on. He seemed almost on 
the verge of tears, and the young woman suddenly felt sorry for him. She 
remembered how she had felt, back home in Ohio, when she had found a dirty 
magazine in her brother's bedroom. She had been so overcome with shame and 
guilt that she hadn't been able to eat dinner ... and she was sixteen at the 
time, while Rusty was only fourteen. Of course, times had changed in the 
past eight years, but the painful memory of her first exposure to sex was 
still with her today. She summoned up her dignity and objectivity as best 
she could, and tried to ease the boy's conscience. 

"There's nothing wrong with being interested, Rusty," she heard herself 
saying. "Everybody learns about these things some time or other...." 

"I know, but ... Oh, Miss Price ... There's something terribly wrong with 
me!" The distressed tone of his voice moved the young librarian to sympathy. 
She sat down beside him and laid her hand on his shoulder. "Do you want to 
tell me about it?" 

"It's just ... Did you hear Lyle and B.J. talking this afternoon? ... They 
were saying ... saying that they know all about these things ... They said 
they did it, you know, with girls before. And B.J. said he did it when he 
was twelve! ... Oh, Miss Price, I've ... I've never even kissed a girl! The 
guys-all the other guys at this school-think that I'm a queer or something!" 

Even Martha blushed at hearing the innocent teenager use that crude word. 
But her heart went out to him. She knew what tough talk boys like B.J. and 
Lyle were used to showing off. She actually doubted that they did half the 
things they bragged about, but she knew what a frightening effect they could 
have on boys like Rusty. Rusty must have encountered a kind of cultural 
shock when he moved to California, because the young people out here seemed 
so much more advanced than the kids she knew back home. 

"Oh, Rusty," she said. "I'm sure they don't think that. People develop at 
different rates, that's all. B.J. and Lyle are just going through a period 
of talking big; I'm sure they don't think you're ... queer ... or anything." 

"Well, Ma'am ... Just today they showed me a picture in one of these books, 
and they asked me if I knew what it was ... And Miss Price, I didn't even 
know! It was a picture of a ... a clitoris, I think ... and I didn't even 
know what it was!" The distraught young boy had forgotten his embarrassment 
in front of Martha Price; all he could think about was the shame he had felt 
when B.J. and Lyle teased him about his lack of experience. He looked up at 
the librarian, his brown eyes open wide with misery. 

Martha felt an unfamiliar sense of compassion for the boy. Normally, she 
wouldn't have done what she was about to do, particularly for a student who 
showed promise. This kind of "literature" was for the trash that Vic 
Burroughs taught in a class like sex education, which was little more than 
pornography with license. But in this case, in the special situation that 
poor Rusty Thaddeus had been thrown into, the blonde thought it might be 
appropriate. She picked up the book that had fallen to the floor. She took 
the card out of the envelope in the cover and wrote the boy's name on it. 
Then she handed him the book. 

"Here, Rusty ... Take this book home and read it. Maybe it'll help clear 
upsome things for you. And read the chapter on adolescence; it'll probably 
tell about how boys at this age often make a story sound bigger than it 
really is." 

The dark-haired boy seemed reluctant to take the book. He looked at it, and 
then up at Martha. He seemed to be trying to decide if it was all right. 

"Go on, Rusty, take it!" the librarian said smiling. "I can finish up the 
rest of this myself. You can go on home now and look over this book." 

"Gosh, thanks, Miss Price!" the teenager suddenly said enthusiastically. He 
took the book eagerly and fairly ran out of the library door. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

It was only minutes after Rusty Thaddeus left that Martha Price began to 
realize what she had done. She had given the innocent boy from the Midwest a 
book that had been ordered for much older students-and older students from 
California, at that. And the worst thing was, she hadn't even read the book 
herself. It was strictly against her procedure to recommend any book to a 
student unless she had read it and judged it for herself. Good heavens, she 
didn't even know what kinds of things they discussed in that sex manual she 
had checked out to him! What if there was something inadvertently corruptive 
in that book? And what would his parents think of a high school library 
where he could check out that kind of "literature"? 

Quickly the young librarian found the car with Rusty's name on it ... The 
Perfect Lover. What a title for a book that a fourteen year old would be 
reading! She pulled a copy of the book from the stack and flipped through 
the pages hastily, trying to skim the whole book in just a few minutes. Too 
many words flashed by her worried young eyes for her to understand what the 
book was actually about-foreplay, cunnilingus, self-stimulation, 
pre-adolescent sex-everything sounded ominous to the young librarian, and 
she realized she would just have to settle down and read the whole book 
through slowly. 

Her expression changed from one of hurried concentration to one of horrified 
amazement when she first began to realize how explicit the book actually 
was. If she had read something like this at fourteen, she was sure she would 
have died of shame-and certainly she would have understood very little of 
it. Then, at some point during the third chapter, Martha's expression became 
one of frank interest, and she began turning the pages more slowly, each one 
recalling the happy times when she. had lived with Wes to her now-stimulated 
imagination. God, they were describing almost exactly how they did it, the 
way Wes would rub her nipples slowly with his thumb and forefinger, the way 
he would bury his face between her naked breasts.... 

As she read chapter after chapter of the compelling book, she gradually 
forgot about the ninth grader from Ohio, and she became completely engrossed 
in the obscene formulas for pleasure-giving satisfaction that were outlined 
so clearly. She was a little surprised to find that in the last two 
chapters, the authors described sexual acts Martha had never even thought of 
herself before ... There was a detailed set of instructions for preparing a 
woman for anal sex. That's fucking in the ass! Martha translated hurriedly. 
She had always assumed it was just an expression, not something people 
actually did. 

It was in a slight state of shock that the young woman finally put the book 
down and noticed on the library clock that it was nearly nine at night. God, 
she had been here for three whole hours, reading that powerful sex book 
instead of doing her work, or going home to have dinner. She guiltily shoved 
the unshelved books aside and hastily turned out the lights. She was just 
getting in the car to drive home when she suddenly remembered why she had 
started reading that sex book in the first place. 

Heaven help me! I've given that book to Rusty Thaddeus! She wondered 
desperately if he had already begun to read it, or if he had been naive 
enough to show it to his parents. There was no question about it now, she 
had completely destroyed any positive image the boy's parents might have had 
of her. Oh, what was she going to do? 

She toyed with the idea of stopping by the Thaddeus's house and asking Rusty 
straightforwardly for the book. She could say she had given it to him by 
mistake, and then she would get it back. But if she did that, his parents 
would see the kind of things that California teachers allowed in their 
libraries, and they might get worried about their son. Also, if she made too 
big a fuss about getting the book back, it might have the opposite effect on 
the boy. It might make him even more interested than he was before. No, she 
wouldn't try to get the book tonight. 

All she could safely do was wait until Rusty turned the book in when he 
finished with it. The mistake had already been made, and any alarm that 
Martha might express would only compound the problem. But right then, she 
decided not to make that error again. She would keep those terrible books 
behind the counter, and she wouldn't check them out to anyone who couldn't 
prove he was enrolled in that awful man's sex education class. 

She was just finishing up the behind-the-counter sex section when Rusty 
Thaddeus came in early the next day. Martha was almost embarrassed to look 
at him since she had discovered what a mature book she had given him to 
read, but she tried to hide it. 

"Good morning, Rusty," she said primly. 

"You're early this morning." 

"I know. I...." the boy began sheepishly, his eyes roving over the curves of 
the librarian's shapely body. He almost seemed to forget why he had come in, 
he was so intent on studying her feminine shape. Then with a little gulp he 
continued, "I came in about that book you told me to read. I read almost the 
whole first half, and I ... well, there are some things I'm not sure I 
understand. Like here...." he pulled the book out from under his jacket and 
began turning over the pages to find the one he'd marked. "Here, on page 93, 
it says, 'Openmouthed kissing is a widely-practiced preliminary to sexual 
foreplay, and many couples find it equally stimulating with either partner 
taking the aggressive position.' What does that mean, Miss Price-aggressive 
position?" 

Martha felt her throat go dry as the candid young boy faced her squarely. 
She remembered reading that section on foreplay last night, and it had 
reminded her of the countless evenings with Wes when he had moved his head 
down between her widespread thighs and teased her little clitoral nub with 
his tongue until she would feel her arousal juices flowing and almost cum in 
her ecstasy. The part about kissing was tame by comparison, but she suddenly 
remembered that Rusty had said he had never kissed a girl before. She drew 
in a long breath as she tried to formulate an answer. 

"Do you know what an open-mouth kiss is, Rusty?" 

The boy looked down self-consciously. "I think so. They do it in the movies, 
don't they?" 

"Well, yes, I suppose they do," the blonde woman replied. "It's a kiss, with 
your mouths open, and one person puts his tongue ... Oh, Rusty, don't you 
understand?" she cried helplessly. It was too difficult to explain such a 
meaningful sexual gesture to the young boy, and she felt that it was the 
kind of thing he should find out from his parents, not from an older woman. 
She didn't have any business suggesting that he read the book. But how could 
she get out of it? The damage had already been done. 

Rusty was nodding in a perplexed way, opening his mouth as if to speak and 
then closing it again several times. Finally he shrugged his shoulders 
resignedly, as if to say, "No, I don't understand and I guess I never will." 

"Oh, no, Rusty," Martha said comfortingly, coming across the room to stand 
close to him. "Don't feel that way. You'll understand everything in that 
silly old book in due time. When you meet a girl you like, and she likes 
you, you won't need any book to tell you how to kiss her. You'll just 
automatically know. Honestly, Rusty." She patted him gently on the shoulder, 
and smiled slightly when she saw his face brighten with a ray of hope. 

"Do you really think so, Miss Price?" he asked eagerly, before he sensed 
what he thought was condescension in her voice. He scowled darkly and 
regarded her through distrustful eyes. "You just think I'm too young to 
understand all this stuff. You're just like my parents and all the other 
adults. You think just because I'm fourteen I'm not ready for this. Well, 
you're wrong ... and I'll find out whether you help me or not!" 

"I'm sure you will. And I'm not trying to discourage your interest," the 
blonde heard herself saying. It surprised her, because originally that had 
been exactly what she had been trying to do-discourage his unhealthy 
interest in this book that was obviously too advanced for him. But his 
determination impressed her for some reason, and she felt sorry that he 
seemed to think everyone was trying to hide things from him. 

"You ... you're not? Then why won't you tell me what this stuff means?" the 
dark-haired boy challenged. 

"It's just hard to explain...." Martha said slowly. "Why don't you come in 
the back room and sit down? We have a few minutes before the bell, and maybe 
I can help you understand." 

She led him behind the counter where the magazines were kept in orderly 
boxes against the walls. It was a room she rarely allowed students to use, 
because invariably, if a student had a reason to go in there, a magazine or 
two would be gone or misplaced the next day. Also, she had an electric 
burner and a coffee pot back there for her private use, and she didn't want 
students to burn themselves. She showed the young freshman to her 
second-hand couch that she used to relax on during lunch hour. "Sit down, 
Rusty, and show me what you can't understand." 

He opened the book to the page he had just read to her from, and pointed to 
the small photograph of a couple kissing. "See? You can't really tell what 
they're doing. " 

"Why, Rusty, they're ... the man has stuck his tongue into the woman's 
mouth," Martha forced herself to say, aware of the quickening of her 
heartbeat as she said the words. This certainly wasn't the correct approach 
to the embarrassing situation. She shouldn't be the one to be explaining all 
this to him. Whatever could have gotten into her? 

"So what does it mean-aggressive position?" the wide-eyed boy persisted. 
Finally he was getting somewhere. Finally he could see the possibility of 
catching up to these early-developers in California, so he wouldn't have to 
feel like such a freak all the time. For several minutes, he actually forgot 
who it was who was telling him these things, he was so interested in the 
information. 

"Well," she began, licking her lips, "if the woman put her tongue in the 
man's mouth, she would be in the aggressive position ... The aggressor is 
the one who ... who puts something into the other one, usually the man." Oh, 
God! she gasped inwardly. She knew she had put it very badly, and she looked 
into Rusty's face fearfully to see if he had understood. But the boy didn't 
seem to be paying attention. 

He had suddenly looked at the ravishing blonde on the couch beside 
him-really looked at her, for the first time since he had moved here from 
Ohio. Almost against his will, his eyes began to search over the inviting 
curves of her sensuous body, lingering on the full firm mounds of her 
breasts before descending to her smoothly tapered waist and gently flaring 
hips, her long beautiful legs outlined under the clinging blue material of 
her skirt. His breath seemed to be caught in his throat, and he looked up 
helplessly, unable to say anything. 

Martha was aware of the boy's curiously roving eyes, and she was also 
uncomfortably conscious of an excited little tremor building deep in her own 
belly. Rusty was so innocent, so sweet, and she understood all too well the 
strangeness he must be feeling when he tried to get adjusted to the fast 
pace of life in California. For some peculiar, inexplicable reason, she 
wanted to hold him-and not like a mother or a protector. She wanted to hold 
him like a woman, show him how to kiss and caress a woman, teach him the. 
things he was trying to learn from the unsubtle book. And all the while she 
knew it would be wrong ... Why, it was wrong even to be thinking like this! 
She suddenly sat up stiffly, vowing to keep a close grip on herself and to 
rid her mind immediately of such insane fantasies. 

"Oh, Miss Price ... I'm sorry I wasn't listening," the fourteen year old 
apologized instantly, mistaking her sudden movement for one of displeasure. 
"I just ... I was just thinking about that open-mouthed kissing. I know you 
wouldn't want to, but ... but I wish I could kiss you like that ... so I 
could see what they meant in the book...?" His voice went up at the end of 
the sentence, making it sound almost like a question. 

Martha felt her body tense, and then, before she knew what she was doing, 
she turned sideways so she was facing him on the couch. Her blue eyes 
sparkled deeply with the possibilities that were occurring to her. Rusty was 
so cute and innocent, and she knew he needed her so badly. He needed her the 
way she longed to be needed by a male, the way she had felt ever since she 
had moved out here and left Wes back home. And Rusty was so much like 
Wes-his dark hair, his Midwestern accent.... 

Impulsively, the librarian wrapped her arms eagerly around his slim frame, 
her fingers combing through his soft brown hair. She pulled him to her, 
placing his cheek against hers, listening to his boyish breath whistling 
raggedly past her ear. For a moment she couldn't get over how much it seemed 
like Wes she was tenderly hugging ... It brought back a clear memory of 
years ago, when she had first explored the happiness of sex and love with 
her future fiance. And then she remembered another scene, much later than 
that, when she had cried into Wes's shoulder at the airport, just before she 
took a plane to California. Suddenly her whole mood was shattered. She 
didn't know what she could have been thinking, but she was absolutely 
sincere in her vow to remain true to Wes. She pulled herself away from the 
surprised young boy. 

"Forgive me, Rusty," she said with a forced laugh. "I'm sorry if I shocked 
you." 

"Oh, no, Ma'am," he managed to say politely. "I ... I'm sorry I asked you to 
kiss me ... I guess I'm just a little kid to you." 

"Now don't you ever think that," Martha chided him. For all her efforts to 
deny the fact to her body, Rusty was definitely a male-young, maybe, but 
still a proudly developing young man. He most certainly was no longer a 
child, as the librarian could tell by his growing interest in her womanly 
form. 

Rusty sat silently next to the blonde woman on the couch. He was vaguely 
aware that something was going on between him and the voluptuously beautiful 
woman, but he wasn't sure what it was. It was different than anything he had 
ever experienced before, and it inspired feelings in him that were beyond 
anything he could fathom. His whole body was tingling from the warm softness 
of having had her arms around him, from the feeling of her big warm breasts 
pressing firmly against his chest. Even now, the nearness of her softly 
curved female body, and the scent of her sweet musky perfume was like a drug 
heightening his sensitivity to everything that was happening in his eager 
and confused mind. 

Martha had nervously picked up the book and was trying to concentrate on the 
pictures and paragraphs she had studied just the night before. She told 
herself she was trying to think of ways she could help Rusty understand, but 
underneath she knew it was just a way to keep her attention off the innocent 
young boy. She could feel him staring intently at her thighs, her vaginal 
mound teasingly outlined by the thin material of her skirt, and she knew 
without a doubt what was happening. He was getting excited. He was getting 
excited by her, as she had allowed no man to do in the long months since 
she'd left Wes in Ohio. The realization sent a galvanic surge of tingling 
little shocks prickling her belly and a trembling chill running up her spine 
and through her pussy walls. 

"Miss Price," Rusty began tentatively, trying to rouse her from the book. 
"Miss Price, do you really mean that, about me .not being a little kid?" 

Martha gasped, trying to conceal her urgently rising excitement. If he only 
knew how masculine and mature he is, she thought wistfully. Then he would 
know how to ease the acute aching that was developing in her long-neglected 
loins. She could feel the nearness of his supple young body, and it was 
having too strong an effect on her between her thighs. All the months of 
loneliness had taken their toll, and she knew that she was in a very 
vulnerable position. 

"Of course I don't think you're a little kid! If I thought that, I would ... 
I wouldn't...." But the librarian couldn't think of anything she would or 
wouldn't do. She knew precisely what she would like to do, but she couldn't 
say it to the boy. Her mind was racing wildly, and she had to tear her eyes 
away from the enchanting sight of Rusty's excited face. Why had she become 
so unexpectedly fascinated by this teenager and his candid questions? And 
why couldn't she get rid of this unexplainable nervousness and excitement 
now mounting inside her almost uncontrolled? She felt like a gawky teenager, 
out on her first date ... She was as shaky as she had been on the night she 
had lost her virginity. 

"Wouldn't what, Miss Price?" Rusty continued, seemingly undaunted by the 
turmoil going on in Martha's conscience. 

"Oh, I wouldn't have given you this book to read." God, he didn't even 
suspect the wanton thoughts spinning around in her head. He was almost too 
naive to be believed, compared to the young lechers most California 
teenagers were. The distraught librarian got up and plugged in the coffee 
pot-anything to get her mind off young Rusty Thaddeus. 

Her hands were trembling as she measured the coffee into the strainer. She 
honestly couldn't understand what she was getting so nervous about. Rusty 
was only a boy, and a somewhat frightened young boy at that. She was an 
adult woman, ten years his senior. And here she was getting all upset 
because had almost kissed him. She hadn't even actually gone through with 
it.... 

Maybe she should just kiss him and get it over with. Since he had never 
kissed a girl before, all she would need to do would be to kiss him and let 
him get past that barrier. It was really an inconsequential thing as far as 
she was concerned. Why, she herself had kissed boys while she was still in 
high school, and she had survived. She had even kissed a couple of her 
college friends-in front of Wes-on graduation night when she had got her 
degree in library science. Rationally, a kiss was nothing monumental to her, 
and it would certainly mean a lot to the boy. A little practical experience 
would bolster his confidence when he finally would begin taking girls on 
dates. 

Forgetting the coffee, the blonde librarian turned around abruptly. Rusty 
was still sitting on the edge of the couch, following her every movement 
hungrily with his eyes. He had been noticing for the first time the way the 
older woman's buttocks tightened whenever she shifted her weight, and he had 
been hypnotized by the imagination of what lay hidden up between her long 
slender legs. For a moment, he didn't even react to her abrupt about-face. 

"Rusty," she said, a little too sternly. "Come over here." 

The teenager rose obediently, too lost in his imaginary fantasies to wonder 
what the librarian wanted. Martha watched through narrowed eyes as he 
hesitantly walked over to the desk where she was standing. It was 
unforgivable, she knew. 

It was insane and irresponsible on her part, but it had taken over her 
consciousness like a compulsion. She felt the urge to give this innocent boy 
from her home state a kiss, just a single kiss, to help him adjust to his 
new environment. She almost felt as if she owed it to him, because she had 
given him the provocative book, and she had gotten him started on this whole 
business. 

Rusty stood nervously before her, his eyes opened wide with wonder. She 
lifted her hand to touch his boyish cheek with her fingertips, and she 
leaned closer to him so her expectantly erect nipples just barely brushed 
across his sleek young face. Then she lifted his head and bent to touch his 
lips with her own, pressing her mouth lightly and softly over his, lingering 
for a brief but exquisite moment. 

Then she drew back slowly, still keeping her hands on his shoulders. 
"There," she said uncertainly, "now you've kissed a girl." She looked up 
into his eyes, wondering what he thought about what she had just done for 
him. 

At first Rusty looked startled, but gradually his features brightened in a 
broad smile as the magnitude of the sexual contact dawned on him. 

Martha was only able to meet his smile for an instant longer, before she 
felt compelled to avert her eyes. She couldn't look at him. She couldn't 
face him, and she had the uneasy feeling that maybe he couldn't face her 
either. Somehow, that brief innocent little kiss had done something to her 
body that she could never have anticipated. It was horrible and 
unforgivable, but in spite of her moral indignation with herself, it was 
undeniably exciting. Her sensuously throbbing cunt lips were becoming more 
moist and excited beneath her panties with every passing second ... and it 
was all because of this simple little kiss! 

Rusty felt as if he should rise to the occasion, take control of the 
situation. After all, he had just been kissed by a fantastically beautiful 
blonde woman, and he bet old B. J. and Lyle couldn't even say that. He knew 
he should say something cool, to make the librarian want to kiss him again, 
and maybe continue this crazy physical thing even farther. But he didn't 
have the courage or the experience, and all he could do was gulp nervously 
at the sight of her full rounded breasts rising and falling heavily beneath 
the clinging material of the blouse she wore. He wanted to do it again, he 
didn't want her to take her hands off his shoulders, but he did want her to 
look up. He couldn't understand why she wasn't looking at him. 

"M-Miss Price," he whispered. "Did I do something wrong? Why won't you look 
at me? ... I want to kiss you again-like they said in the book." 

Before him the blonde woman hesitated, torn between her body's unnatural 
hunger to feel the sweet softness of the teenager's eager lips once more, 
and the awful knowledge that she was really flirting with danger this time. 
She forced herself to look at him, and she resolutely began to shake her 
head and slide her hands off his shoulders, but the young boy quickly caught 
her wrists. 

"No," he said, replacing them where they had rested against the sides of his 
neck. Then he boldly pulled her gorgeous body toward his, and lifting his 
face, locked his mouth ardently over her parted lips. 

The startled librarian trembled, trying insincerely to struggle free as the 
delicious erotic sensations rippled through every nerve in her body. She 
felt half-drunk with the sensual delight of the youngster's frantic boyish 
embrace, and his sinewy young arms held her tight until her breasts were 
crushed against his chest. Tingling sparks of rising lust seemed to be 
shooting crazily between their intertwined bodies, and Martha's mind was 
suddenly filled with visions that bordered on shameless dreams of seduction. 
For a few seconds she was completely lost in the mounting desires rushing 
hotly up through her rock-hard nipples. She allowed her lips to part 
yieldingly before the violent hunger of the teenager's inexperienced kiss. 

She squirmed up against Rusty's young muscled body, as her hungry lips 
sucked ravenously at his eagerly exploring young tongue. Martha knew he was 
practicing his newfound knowledge of the lust-inspiring kiss, but she also 
felt something else. She realized what was happening to her. She knew she 
was allowing herself to feel the same kind of desperate and unrestricted 
desire that had always engulfed her before she had made love to Wes, when 
they had lived together so happily during their last year of college. She 
knew it was sheer insanity to let herself feel like this about the young boy 
from Ohio, but she couldn't stop herself. Her body was aching with a need 
she had nearly forgotten in the long time she'd been separated from her 
fiance. 

She knew that by continuing to hold this teenager's fervent kiss she was 
only going to increase her own frustration. He was absolutely untouchable, 
because he was a student, and worse than that, he was an especially innocent 
student ... She tried to force herself to break the kiss, but she only wound 
up wriggling and snuggling in closer to his heatedly excited body. 

She felt absolutely shameless as she pressed her sensuous curves even 
tighter against the trembling adolescent, delighting in the sensations of 
his muscles rippling against her as he clenched her tightly to his heaving 
chest. Her leg pressed urgently against his thigh as she squirmed even 
closer, desperately trying to feel and touch more of his virile young body. 

Martha frantically flicked her hips upward into his pelvis, searching with 
her aroused cunt mound for his young hardened cock. She gasped into his 
mouth when she suddenly made the lewd contact, and she instinctively began 
to rotate her hips in a sensuous little simulation of fucking. Rusty 
responded almost automatically, increasing the pressure of the illicit kiss 
so much that Martha was afraid he was going to bite right into her lips. 

With a newly-discovered sucking, the teenager found that he could suck the 
librarian's tongue right into his throat. He pumped on it greedily, as if he 
was trying to swallow it, and then he relaxed and shot his tongue back into 
her mouth. In a powerful split-second jolt, the inexperienced boy suddenly 
realized that he knew what the book was all about now ... at least the part 
he had been thinking about last night. As he sucked relentlessly on the 
blonde woman's slickly swirling tongue, he thought vaguely of all the other 
things he would like to learn ... the other things this experienced older 
woman could teach him. 

He was . so involved in his dreams and the lustful kiss, that he failed at 
first to realize that Martha Price was shaking her head vigorously away from 
his mouth. He tried to follow her frantic movements with his lips, but she 
was too fast, and his hungry mouth lost her full red lips. He looked down at 
her wonderingly, but he didn't speak. 

"I'm sorry, Rusty," she said for the second time that morning. "I want you 
to go now, and try to forget this ever happened." 

"B-But...." the teenager sputtered. "I like that open-mouth kiss! Don't 
you?" he asked innocently. 

"Oh, Rusty," Martha sighed. "You've got a lot to learn ... but you've got to 
learn it in its proper time, and this is not the time." She picked up the 
forgotten sex book from the couch and held it out to him. "You can keep this 
for a week, you know, if you want to...." 

"I know," the youngster said unenthusiastically. He couldn't help wondering 
if he had done something wrong. Maybe he hadn't been cool enough about the 
kiss ... or maybe he hadn't done the tongue part right. As he turned 
reluctantly and left the library, he vowed to himself that he was going to 
show the librarian that he wasn't such a dummy after all. He was going to 
catch up to these California boys before she knew it! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Martha Price settled comfortably into the soft cushions of the day bed in 
her studio apartment. She set the small rum and Coke on the end table, and 
picked out the D.H. Lawerence novel she'd been meaning to read. It was 
Saturday night, and if she wasn't going out, she reasoned, she at least 
deserved to have a little drink while she read a book by her favorite 
author. She tuned in the radio to a station that played classical dinner 
music and leaned back contentedly. In no time, she became absorbed in the 
deeply emotional novel as she sipped almost unconsciously on her drink. 

She drifted softly into the magical fictional world of the book, the way she 
had loved to do ever since she had learned to read. She surrendered 
completely to the power of the printed words, her consciousness willingly 
overwhelmed by the tender fantasy. For her, reading was a total sensual 
experience that engulfed her every brain cell and nerve ending in an almost 
sexual way. This was the feeling she so fervently hoped to be able to pass 
onto the students who used the school library. But it was also the feeling 
that so many young people-especially in California-seemed to be moving away 
from.... 

The buzzer jangled her attention away from the novel. It was as if she had 
been rudely awakened from a compelling dream, and it took her a few seconds 
to recover her consciousness before she realized that someone was downstairs 
at the main entrance to the apartment building. That's funny, she mused, 
half expecting that one of the characters from the book had arrived in 
person. She got up from the day-bed and went over to answer the intercom. 

"Yes? Who is it?" she asked sleepily. She coughed a little when she heard 
her voice. It sounded cracked, as if she had been asleep. 

"It's Rusty, Miss Price," a male voice replied after a short hesitation. 

Rusty? the blonde woman thought in confusion. She didn't know anybody named 
Rusty ... Oh! It couldn't be Rusty Thaddeus from school! What on earth would 
he be doing here on a Saturday night? 

"Y-yes, Rusty?" she said in a wavering voice. 

"I have to see you," the voice answered. 

My God, it is Rusty Thaddeus! the horrified librarian realized. She looked 
down at her red robe and lounging slippers. Her hand flew up to her long 
blonde hair which she had let down so it fell in gentle curls around her 
shoulders. I can't let him see me like this! Instinctively she pulled the 
v-shaped neckline of her nylon robe up tight around her slender white neck 
and tried to cover her legs with the flimsy front opening. Then, without 
saying anything else into the intercom, she pushed the button to open the 
downstairs door. 

Her mind whirled in confusion as she emptied the last of the rum and Coke 
down the drain in the kitchen sink. It was only 7:30, but it was still no 
time to be entertaining a young student. Whatever could the boy be thinking, 
to come here to her apartment? Surely he didn't think ... Oh, God! What if 
it was about that lust-inspiring book? 

Downstairs, Rusty could hardly believe that Miss Price had actually let him 
in. He had finished reading The Perfect Lover, and although he wasn't 
completely clear on a lot of points, he thought he understood the main idea 
of what the book was about. He couldn't wait until Monday to find out if he 
was right ... He had to find out tonight. 

The anxious ninth grader had told his parents he was gong to visit a new 
friend-it was partly true, anyway-and he had ridden all the way to Miss 
Price's apartment on his bicycle. He hadn't thought about whether she would 
be home, or whether she would see him, but he was driven by a strange, 
unfamiliar urgency that compelled him to try. It wasn't until he heard the 
buzzer that unlocked the front door that the young student paused to think 
about what he was doing. 

As he pushed open the heavy wood and glass door that led to the foyer, Rusty 
felt some of his confidence begin to desert him. Maybe the librarian didn't 
want to see him; maybe she'd only opened the door by mistake. His feet 
seemed to drag as he mounted the first flight of stairs to the second floor 
landing. When he was half-way up to the third floor, where he knew that Miss 
Price's apartment would be, he almost turned around and ran down. Why would 
the astoundingly beautiful blonde have any interest in seeing him? She 
probably thought he was just a dumb kid.... 

He hesitated in front of her door for several moments. He thought he could 
hear someone moving around behind the door, shoving furniture against the 
wall, running water down the sink. He wished he could see inside without 
going in. He wanted to see what Miss Price looked like when she was alone, 
outside of school, away from all the other boys who always seemed to follow 
her around. He wondered briefly if she had a boyfriend, and if he would be 
jealous of a fourteen year old student. 

Finally he took a deep breath and raised the brass knocker on the door. 

Martha jumped at the sound of the knock, even though she knew it was coming. 
She gave one last quick glance around the room to make sure she had put 
everything away, tugged again at the insubstantial robe that she hadn't had 
time to change, and slowly opened the door. 

Rusty stood sheepishly in the doorway, dressed in worn jeans and a dark blue 
t-shirt. A tell-tale bulge in his back pocket told the young librarian that 
he had brought along the suggestive sex book from the library. So he was 
here about the book! What was she going to do? 

"Hi," the boy said simply. "Are you busy or anything?" 

"I was just reading, Rusty. Come on in and sit down ... I have some Coke in 
the refrigerator. Would you like one?" 

Rusty looked around the room before coming through the door. He nodded 
silently in answer to Martha's offer, and stood awkwardly in the center of 
the room. He clasped his hands nervously behind his back, and even before he 
said anything, he could feel his face getting hot in his embarrassment. Now 
that he was here, he couldn't remember why he had thought it was so 
important to come. 

The blonde woman in the kitchen could feel his tension all the way through 
the wall. It duplicated her own, for as soon as she had heard his knock, her 
whole insides had begun to flutter, and a long-ignored shameful tingling had 
sparked deep in her belly. She recognized it for what it was-the kindling of 
a lustful forbidden flame-but that didn't help to calm her tormented mind. 
She couldn't allow herself to quell the fire in her loins by letting the 
innocent young teenager fuck her, and yet she knew that she had initiated 
him to the adult world of sex and lust by giving him that wild book. And she 
had kissed him in the library ... And she had admitted him to her apartment 
tonight! Where was it all going to end? 

She came back into the living room and handed Rusty the Coke. He mumbled a 
"thank you" and sat down near the edge of the day-bed. Martha stood above 
him, rum and Coke in hand, thinking how fortunate it was that the dark color 
of the Coke disguised the alcohol she felt she needed to help her through 
the difficult situation. 

"What is it you wanted to see me about, Rusty?" she said as calmly as she 
could. 

"I ... I finished the book, and I want to ... well ... find out if I 
understood everything. Can you ... help me? There are just a couple of 
things I want to know...." Even through the boy's obvious embarrassment, 
Martha could detect the clear pleading tone in his voice. Once again she 
felt her heart melt in sympathy for the teenager and she could foresee her 
own lack of control. She knew she had to make a decision fast, and this 
time, she would have to make it stick. 

"That depends, Rusty," she answered slowly, "on what kind of help you want. 
I can explain some things to you, but ... no more demonstrations." 

Rusty was a little saddened by the firm tone in her voice, but he sensed 
that she meant what she said. Suddenly all he wanted to do was get it over 
with as soon as possible.... 

He stood up decisively, setting his drink on the table beside the bed. 
Without allowing himself to hesitate, he reached his hands toward the blonde 
woman and even though he was smaller than her, he pulled her against his 
chest. Then he whispered raggedly into her ear. 

"I want to fuck you, Miss Price. I want to fuck you!" 

Martha started forward in her surprise, almost spilling the drink she 
balanced' precariously in one hand. She could feel the blood raging deep 
within her body and she suddenly realized the full extent of her lust toward 
this virgin young boy. She wanted him to kiss her and hold her ... She 
wanted him to suck her naked breasts ... And, yes, she couldn't deny it, she 
wanted him to fuck her, to thrust his hard little cock into her hotly 
hungering cunt, and fuck her until he had quenched the fires of the lustful 
thunder building in her loins with his wildly spewing young cum. 

More and more the insane desire was taking control of the librarian's mind 
and emotions as she wriggled her torso provocatively against her young 
student, a wild forbidden thrill coursing through her pussy walls as she 
felt his swollen hardness jerk lewdly in his jeans. She wanted him to strip 
her naked and fuck her more than she had ever imagined, more than she even 
dared to believe herself, after the long months of stubborn faithfulness to 
Wes. She was going to go out of her mind, and she felt that Rusty was, too, 
if they didn't do something to release the powerful lustful tension that was 
building inside them. 

Her mind groped for a solution, something that was correct and proper, 
something she could do that wouldn't compromise her position of 
responsibility. If only she had had the willpower, she could break away from 
Rusty's lustful young grip and send him home. Then she would know she had 
honored her commitment to her fiance, and upheld the duties of her job at 
the school. But even as she struggled with her inner conscience, she knew 
the battle was lost. She was going to have to have this sweet young boy in 
some way, whether it jeopardized her integrity or not. 

She pressed against the teenager with such force that he nearly stumbled 
backward on the couch. The momentary shock of imbalance caused him to 
suddenly loosen his grip, and he looked down at the blonde woman in 
surprise. 

"What'd you do that for?" he asked in disappointment. 

"Lie down, Rusty," the librarian said, the husky quality of her voice hardly 
recognizable as her own. She didn't feel like explaining the delirious 
perversion that had come over her, any more than she felt like waiting to 
quell the fire in the lust-burning slit of her already lewdly moistened 
vagina. Her idea was too obscene for words, but its very obscenity made it 
all the more irresistible. It irked her that he was sitting numbly on the 
day-bed, making no move to accommodate the compelling desire that was so 
obvious to the trembling blonde. 

"Lie down," she repeated in a slightly annoyed tone, as she sat down close 
to him on the couch. 

Even in his adolescent innocence, the excited young boy detected the 
suggestive overtone of her command. With a gasp of breathless delight, he 
fell eagerly into her outstretched arms. He could hardly believe what was 
happening to him-indeed, he didn't even know what she intended to do-but he 
was more than willing to test his new found expertise in the exciting 
forbidden area he had so recently read about. He started kissing arduously 
the older blonde's full red lips, then slid down and sucked on her slender 
white neck and throat. He opened his eyes to catch a glimpse of the heaving 
white mounds of her breasts as they protruded through the top of her 
alluringly open neckline. His fumbling youthful fervor made her beautiful 
and voluptuous body tremble in passionate acceptance. 

Rusty's virginal young cock jerked crazily against the tightness of his 
jeans every time the older woman wriggled against him. His whole string of 
experience since he came to California and read that arousing paperback had 
been like a long crazy dream, and now he felt as if it was reaching some 
kind of obscene climax. The librarian was kissing him even more passionately 
than she had in the library, and he was lewdly conscious that now he was in 
her home, twisting around with her on her own couch-bed. 

"Are you enjoying this, Rusty?" the aroused woman murmured hotly into his 
ear. "Isn't this better than the book?" 

Her body was shaking visibly now from the force of her emotions. Erotic 
sensations were rippling through every nerve of her flesh and a long sigh of 
relief passed through her lips as she saw the boy nod his wide-eyed 
affirmative response to her question. She felt almost drugged by the 
intoxicating closeness of the boy's tender young body and she knew for 
certain that this time she was lost. Really lost, wandering in a whirlpool 
of dizzying sexual energy that was beginning to pulse like a savage drumbeat 
through her tortured flesh. 

"Shall I show you what the book describes, Rusty? Shall I teach you 
everything you've read about?" My God, did I say that? Did I really say 
that? The older woman blinked in her astonishment at the words that had 
tumbled unbidden out of her mouth. She had intended only to think about the 
exciting possibilities, not say them out loud. 

Rusty stared dumbly into the deep blue pools of Martha Price's eyes. He 
shook his head to make sure he was awake, that this whole scene was not just 
another of his virginal wet dreams. But when he looked again the blonde was 
still there beneath him, tightening her body up against his, in the way he 
had read about in The Perfect Lover, but hadn't really been able to 
comprehend. He couldn't help being afraid, afraid of the churning excitement 
in his stomach, the burning hardness of his fully aroused young penis, the 
uncertainty about whether the woman really meant to go through with it-all 
the way. He tried to read the expression in her widely dilated pupils, but 
he wasn't sure. He couldn't tell for sure what she was going to allow him to 
do. 

"You mean ... You mean you'll do it? You'll let me f-fuck you?" he croaked 
in a strained excited voice. He couldn't let himself be fooled if it wasn't 
true. He desperately hoped she wasn't teasing him. 

"Would you like that, darling?" she purred huskily, planting quick little 
butterfly kisses all over his cheeks and lips and nose. 

"Shit, yes! You know I would! I told you ... I told you I wanted you, Miss 
Price," he sighed through his teeth. 

His stiff young cock was aching tightly under his jeans and with each word 
she uttered he felt almost delirious with joyful disbelief at what was 
happening to him. Chills of wild desire were rushing madly up his spine as 
she kissed him again and he felt her darting wet tongue begin to play 
tauntingly over his lips, prying them apart to probe experimentally into the 
warm cavern of his accepting mouth. 

Martha kissed him with a forbidden passion, her tongue working furiously 
against his. She knew she must be out of her mind to be making promises like 
the ones she had just made to the young boy, but her lecherous excitement 
had totally taken over her body and mind. It didn't matter in her present 
state of arousal, and she couldn't have stopped even if she had wanted to. 
And as she recognized this truth again, her hand slipped around his waist, 
gliding over his belt to the hip of his denim pants, caressing the firm 
curve of his boyish buttocks as she kissed him even more greedily. Her 
fingertips lingered lovingly on the juncture with his thigh as she savored 
the sweet torture of slowly moving her hand over his lean young body and 
then centering on the source of her unnatural longing. Her body began to 
tremble as she visualized the object of her desire, Rusty's beautiful little 
virginal cock, that she was going to stroke and squeeze, until he would cum 
right in her hand. This was what she wanted to do, to satisfy her own lewd 
aching, and teach the boy what he wanted to know about the activities in the 
book. This was the lecherous idea that had planted itself so firmly in her 
consciousness there was nothing she could do to stop it. 

"Oh!" Rusty gasped, as he felt her hand graze the length of his lustfully 
hardened cock through the material of his jeans. He instinctively tried to 
squirm away, but his excited pelvic area only thrust forward against her 
hand. 

Martha was too involved in the warmth and hunger surging through her own 
body to do anything but give him another long sensual kiss. Her brain was 
whirling in ever-widening spirals of sensual need and she slithered her 
tongue wetly between his lips as her hand smoothed eagerly over the bulging 
front of his pants. Tentatively she explored the tensely swollen outline of 
his rising young cock, drawing her fingers tightly in to trace its length 
and breadth before beginning to fumble urgently with the zipper itself. 

God, he was so beautiful and so helpless and so vulnerable. She gloated in 
the deranged joy of discovery as her fingers at last began to work the 
zipper down to open his fly. 

Rusty's throat felt dry and constricted as he felt the sudden cool contact 
of Martha's long tapering fingers against the hard throbbing shaft of his 
virginal penis. Somehow he hadn't been prepared for this, even though he had 
specifically planned to try to get her to do it to him. It was so unfamiliar 
and real, so unlike anything that even B. J. and Lyle had so proudly bragged 
about. This was It ... This was what these grown-up kids in California knew 
about so much earlier than his friends back home seemed to ... And it was 
happening to him, Rusty Thaddeus, in the apartment of the beautiful blonde 
librarian who was so much older than he was. The mere knowledge of it all 
was enough to make him cum in his pants even before she had pulled his 
pounding young penis from his fly opening. 

Rusty didn't resist as Martha pressed him back into a reclining position 
against the cushions of the day-bed. He gasped excitedly as he felt her slip 
her hand gently into the front of his jeans to pull out the hard slender rod 
of his lustfully erected cock. He watched avidly as it jerked out into her 
welcoming palm right in front of his own gaping eyes. He looked down with 
unconcealed delight as she began a bold stroking of his stiffly distended 
penis, sliding the loose outer foreskin up and down in her eager grip, 
slipping her fingers inside his pants to tease at his sperm-loaded testicles 
with her nails. Holy shit! This beautiful experienced woman was actually 
rubbing his cock, and she was smiling and panting as if she loved it! This 
was more than he had ever dreamed of this afternoon when he had worked up 
the courage to visit the librarian at home.... 

Then suddenly the aroused fourteen year old stiffened as he felt himself 
beginning to lose control. He knew that in a minute he was going to shoot 
his wad, right there in her hand, the way he had done privately in his 
bedroom while he had been reading the suggestive sex book. But he felt it as 
too soon, he felt he had to hold out to impress the pleasure-giving 
librarian with his proud masculinity. 

"Oh, Miss Price," he groaned uncomfortably. "I'm going to ... I can't take 
much more of this...." 

Martha immediately stopped the teasing movement of her hand, and let it rest 
in a gentle squeeze around the boy's desperately straining cockhead as she 
smiled tenderly down into his eyes. 

"I know, Rusty. You're ready to cum, and that's just what I want your 
beautiful little cock to do. I want it to cum in my hand, but I want you to 
make my pussy cum too...." 

The boy looked confused, as he raised his eyes from his painfully throbbing 
penis to look at the older woman. He tried to say something, but the words 
wouldn't come to his dry lips. 

"Do you know how to make a woman's pussy cum, Rusty? Do you remember reading 
it in the book?" Martha persisted. She scooted up the couch beside him until 
she was sitting with her ripely curving buttocks cushioned against his 
elbow, and reached down to part the opening of the flimsy red robe. Rusty 
could see the thin white silk of her panties shimmering underneath the robe 
as it fell away to expose the full white expanse of her lusciously curved 
thighs. He watched in fascination as she raised up off her buttocks slightly 
and tugged at the tiny bikini panties until they fell to the floor around 
her ankles. He gasped as her belly and the golden-haired mound of her cunt 
came into his view. He leaned down hungrily to get a better look up between 
her thighs at the visibly pulsing lips beneath the soft blonde pussy curls 
and his hand reached out instinctively to feel them. 

"Yes ... That's right, Rusty. Put your hand up between my legs ... Play with 
my pussy so you can make it cum, while I make your beautiful little cock cum 
into my hand." 

Martha smiled deliriously as she tightened her hand around the straining 
shaft of the teenager's hardness. She watched lecherously as the boy lowered 
his hand tremblingly into her forbidden split, and she impatiently seized 
his wrist to guide it up between her sensuously parted thighs. In spite of 
his inexperience, the adolescent eagerly sought the moistly throbbing outer 
lips of her quivering pussy, and the librarian gasped aloud at the sudden 
contact of his middle finger on the tingling flesh of the lust-moistened 
little slit. She gripped his wrist tightly and began to guide it in an 
up-and-down stroking motion along the length of her hair-lined cuntal 
opening. 

"Mmmmmmnnn, yessss," she crooned, beginning to squirm her buttocks into the 
cushions of the day-bed. Simultaneously she resumed the pumping movement of 
her hand along the boy's excitedly twitching young cock. 

She groaned when she felt Rusty's searching fingers instinctively part the 
yielding pink folds of her cuntal lips and begin to probe experimentally 
straight up into the tender sensitive flesh. 

"Uuuunnnh!" the librarian grunted suddenly, jerking from the short stab of 
pleasurable pain from the fourteen year old's hotly teasing middle finger. A 
shiver wracked through her voluptuous torso as his thumb brushed against the 
hotly erected little nub of her clitoris. "Oh, that's right ... That's 
right, honey...." 

Martha's unprompted little outbursts only served to heighten the unexpected 
burgeoning pleasure she was creating in Rusty's bursting cock. The teenager 
hadn't ever felt such excruciating sensations, even when he'd fist fucked 
himself while reading the newly exciting sex book. Nothing could compare 
with the feeling of having the woman's hand on his cock, the sheer newness 
of having a woman jack him off for the first time. His lust-bloated balls 
were about to explode, and his penis was already twitching spasmodically in 
her hand in anticipation of its lewd but unpreventable ejaculation. 

He worked his fingers furiously in the hotly throbbing furrow of Miss 
Price's hungrily nibbling pussy lips, and the feel of her warm wet 
secretions around his finger seemed to transfer magically to the tingling 
flesh of his jerking cock. He tried to imagine that he was actually fucking 
it to her, ramming into her belly with his painfully hardened penis, so he 
could shoot out his adolescent cum into her hotly welcoming little cunt 
hole. But the intense pleasure of her tightly stroking hand was too much, 
and all he could think about now was the impending release of his heavily 
churning sperm. 

"Aaaaccchkk!" he cried out involuntarily, and he felt the seething semen 
boil over within his balls. "I ... I ... I ... can't hold it!" 

"That's okay ... Let it cum," the blonde purred soothingly. "Just keep 
finger-fucking me. My pussy wants to cum when you do...." 

But an instant later she looked down through lustfully narrowed eyes as the 
first hot white droplets of Rusty's juvenile male cum began to spurt out 
through the thin, vertical little slit at the tip of his cock. It shot 
straight up and hung momentarily in the air like sparks from a spewing 
volcano, falling back to shower down wetly on her forearm as she continued 
the rapid workings of her hand on the hotly jerking shaft of his penis. 

Then she groaned aloud as she looked down to her own naked belly, where 
below the opening of her thin nylon robe she could see his fingers fucking 
frenziedly in and out of the soft clinging opening of her blonde-fringed 
cunt where it nestled so invitingly between her wantonly scissoring thighs. 
She gritted her teeth, relishing the anticipatory spasms of her lust-aroused 
clitoral bud, straining for her own release as she felt the increasing 
tremors of excitement surge through her belly and loins. 

"Oooohh, Yesss, baby, yesssss! Make Miss Price's hot little pussy cum like 
fire!" she chanted hotly at the promise of sexual release welling up in her 
hotly flaring cunt walls. Then gradually it began, a sudden fluttering, a 
little series of mild but gratifying pleasures ... And then there was the 
sudden unburdening of her bodily weight as if she were floating above the 
couch, her mind momentarily blanking out as the waves of ecstasy coursed 
through her belly sending quivers over her entire body. 

But as suddenly as it had started it was finished. She sighed weakly as she 
slowed the movement of her cum-slickened hand on Rusty's cock after she felt 
it twitch one last time and then become still. She reached for his wrist 
between her legs and gently pushed it away. She turned her head to the side 
so she could look at the panting boy for a moment, and then she rose from 
the couch and stepped out of the discarded panties still around her ankles. 

It had been good, she thought, but not as good as it should have been. She 
remembered the powerful soul-shattering climaxes she had reached with her 
fiance, and she realized that it would take more than adolescent 
finger-fucking to bring her off that way. For a moment she regarded the 
happily relaxing teenager, looking up in such sincere appreciation that she 
almost felt ashamed that she had not cum fully beneath his probing middle 
finger. 

She smiled but said nothing as she stepped around the corner into the 
bathroom for a towel. Then, as she returned and gently wiped the sticky cum 
from Rusty's limply resting cock and her own forearm, she noticed the sharp 
twinkle gradually returning to his eyes ... Soon his whole face was radiant 
with the simple pleasure he had just experienced, and the magnificent 
pleasure he anticipated. 

"Are you going to let me ... fuck you for real now?" he asked, so innocently 
that Martha almost had to laugh. 

"Oh, Rusty, you little imp!" she exclaimed with mock anger, desiring to put 
him off. "No, we're not going to fuck now, that'll have to wait until later. 
You'll just have to learn to be patient with women. They can't give you 
everything at once...!" She broke off, her thoughts turning suddenly to Wes 
Nichols. She and Wes had experimented the way she was advising the young 
ninth grader to do. But she and Wes had been much older, and much more 
mature than this sweet young boy who sat before her. What business did she 
have trying to shape Rusty's sexual development, when she herself had not 
even been able to control her own lewd urges? And where was her resolve to 
be true to her fiance? What was this horrible, unforgivable demon she had 
unleashed inside herself, that would allow her to break her vows to Wes and 
at the same time corrupt this wide-eyed young boy from Ohio? Well, she had 
made him happy and was sure he would be more than content with what she had 
already given him.... 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Martha Price did not look forward to the following week at school. She had 
had time to think about her behavior with young Rusty Thuddeus, and she 
didn't like the way things appeared to her. She was a grown woman, engaged 
to be married, and he was a fourteen year old boy, a mere child with his 
whole life ahead of him. She had no business continuing this lewd 
relationship that had started with the mature sex book Vic Burroughs had 
ordered for his class. And yet, on Monday, she had seen the boy walking 
across the campus, and even at that distance, she could fell the obscene 
desire radiating from her belly. It was so wrong, to perverted, and 
paradoxically so compelling. 

Then on Monday night she had received a letter from Wes Nichols. As if she 
hadn't made things bad enough with her irresponsible little affair with 
Rusty, the letter from her future husband held even worse portent. It was a 
tender letter, loving and affectionate as always, but there was one 
paragraph-a very short, undetailed group of sentences-that sent her mind 
into reeling confusion.... 

"Darling Martha," the letter read, "I know you will understand, and I hope 
you will forgive me. Last night there was a graduate party here at the 
dormitory, and I got drunk. In the morning, I discovered myself in bed with 
one of the girls, a lab assistant. I swear that whatever happened has not 
changed my feelings about you, but I thought you had a right to know...." 

If the young librarian had wanted to cry, or get angry, the feeling wouldn't 
come. She felt so guilty about her own impropriety with the teenager from 
Ohio, that she she couldn't muster up the sort of resentment that she would 
have expected to feel towards Wes. In a way it made her feel almost 
masochistically glad, as if that were her punishment for letting herself get 
involved with the Thaddeus boy. She told herself that she had always 
expected it to happen sometime anyway, being so far away from him for so 
long at a time. And even through the weird pain that the letter gave her, 
she somehow knew that what Wes had written was true, that his feelings 
toward her had not changed. 

It was odd, too, that she still felt the powerful emotional attachment to 
Wes that she had always felt. She had been fearful all along that something 
would rob her of that closeness which had taken so long to develop. That was 
part of the reason she had been hesitant to make friends in California, in 
case her new friendships in any way in-fringed on her engagement to Wes. But 
it hadn't happened; she had been perfectly happy and secure in her librarian 
job, and she looked forward to vacations with Wes as fervently as she always 
had. It was only in the last week that the old fears had been revived with 
the coming of the boy from Ohio, who reminded her so much of the slow pace 
of life at home. 

She hardly ate any dinner, her mind was so absorbed in deep thought. After 
dinner she sat back on her day-bed, with a drink and the Lawrence novel she 
had started over the weekend. The book would help her got her mind off the 
disturbing direction it seemed to be wandering. As always, the powerful book 
had its usual effect of guiding her into the world of tender fantasy and 
away from the torments of the day. 

So, when the downstairs buzzer jangled into her concentration, Martha's mind 
was far away from the problem that had been occupying her all afternoon. She 
got up automatically to answer it without even wondering who it was. She 
didn't bother to ask; she just pushed the button to open the door 
downstairs. She set down the book and finished up the drink while she was 
waiting for her visitor. 

Even when she heard the knock on the door she wasn't alarmed, and she was 
only mildly surprised to find young Rusty Thaddeus standing outside in the 
hallway when she opened the door. 

She was careful not to invite him in. 

"Why, hello, Rusty," she said noncommittally. "What brings you here at this 
time of night?" 

The beautiful youth was smiling sweetly in anticipation of what he had 
planned to find. He looked up and down Martha's sensuously curved body that 
he had gotten his first glimpse of so recently over the weekend. She was 
wearing a thin loose blouse over a pair of snug-fitting white pants that 
outlined the firm line of her rounded buttocks and her bare feet were 
strangely suggestive of carefree forbidden privacy. Rusty felt almost as if 
he was her secret lover and she was his secret wife. He wanted to rush into 
her arms and gather her to him, in an adolescent gesture of masculine 
protectiveness. He was so engulfed by the image she presented in the doorway 
that he didn't notice the distance she was striving to maintain between 
them. 

"Remember you said...." he started hesitantly, the spell broken by his 
teenage cracking voice. He suddenly became embarrassed, and looked down at 
his feet. 

"Said what?" Martha asked coolly, not remembering the obscene promise she 
had made to him the other night. 

"You said," Rusty leaned forward and lowered his voice to a whisper, "that 
you would ... do it with me later." 

"Do it...? ... Oh, Rusty! My God, no!" Suddenly the remembrance tumbled over 
Martha's consciousness like a drenching storm. She heard vaguely the words 
she had uttered after she had let him fingerfuck her Saturday night when she 
had unconsciously promised to let him really fuck her later just to make him 
leave. She shook her head definitively and planted herself firmly in the 
doorway. Not again ... this time she was going to stop it before it began! 

"B-but, you promised," the teenager pleaded, visibly saddened by the shocked 
expression on the young blonde's face. 

Martha's features softened when she saw how she had unwittingly hurt the 
boy. She realized that she would have to handle this carefully, so as not to 
puncture his masculine ego that was so new and young that it was still very 
delicate. She had been the one to build it up so prematurely, and now it was 
her responsibility to see that it wasn't torn down thoughtlessly. 

"Why don't you come in a minute?" she invited suddenly, feeling it would be 
easier to explain in the privacy of her own room. 

Rusty stepped by her uneasily, his young shoulders slumping slightly under a 
burden he didn't yet comprehend. Martha watched the muscles of his slim hips 
and thighs as they moved under the corduroy of his pants, and involuntarily 
her mind began to turn to the events of the other night when she had 
tantalized those same muscles into exaggerated simulation of fucking with 
her lustful milking of his delicious young penis. She knew she could do it 
again if she wanted to-in fact, Rusty wanted her to do even greater and more 
satisfying things than just milking the cum from his testicles with her hand 
... Oh, there were so many wonderful and fulfilling sexual acts that she 
could yet show him! Saturday had only been a meager beginning! 

Oh, Stop! she told herself sternly. You've got to control yourself! she 
commanded her wandering imagination. She hadn't invited the lovely teenager 
in to use him further; she had invited him in to explain why she couldn't 
allow herself to go any further with him! 

"Rusty," she began carefully, licking her lips nervously as she searched for 
the words to express what she knew she had to say, "What happened last 
Saturday was beautiful-really it was-but it wasn't right. You and I can't 
let ourselves go on with this. We're too different in age, too different in 
experience...." 

"B-but, Miss Price," Rusty interrupted. "That's what I came here for-to get 
the experience. You can show me how to make you happy, like all ... like all 
the guys in California do!" 

Martha shot a suspicious glance in his direction to see if he meant what he 
had said-that all the guys in California made her happy. Fortunately, the 
innocent sincere expression on his face told her otherwise. He had just made 
a bad choice of words, but the blonde librarian shuddered at the idea that 
she might be considered a ... a slut, and it increased her resolve to end 
this ludicrous affair with the young boy tonight. 

She relaxed her gaze when she saw the deep concentration in Rusty's dark 
brown eyes as he regarded her passively, waiting to hear what she was going 
to say. He wanted desperately to convince her that it was all right, that he 
didn't care how old she was or how young he was ... he wanted to tell her he 
loved her, and he wanted more than anything to learn to show her how much he 
loved her by fucking her good. Since he had been with her Saturday night, 
Rusty's whole life had seemed to open up before him, and he had been able to 
face his California counterparts with new confidence. Even the exploits of 
B.J. Stokes and Lyle Benson seemed to hold less weight and credibility for 
him than they had before, and he was determined to match and even surpass 
them with this beautiful blonde woman who let him visit her at home. 

Martha could read what he was thinking all over his face, and she hoped he 
couldn't tell that she was thinking the same thing. Her eyes fell 
uncontrollably to rest on the gentle outlines of his sleeping cock buried 
underneath the maroon material of his pants. She rubbed her hands together 
unconsciously as they remembered the delicious sensation his slim young cock 
had given her massaging fingertips. Almost before she knew it, her cheeks 
began to suck in on her tongue, pretending that it was his tongue ... or 
better yet, his throbbing young hardness sliding in and out between her 
lips. Then, suddenly, without her conscious volition, her eyelids dropped 
sensuously and her pupils dilated in desire as she regarded the handsome 
youth beside her on the couch. 

Slowly she swayed her body toward his, whispering huskily, "So you want to 
learn to make me happy ... shall I show you how? Shall I show you something 
new and better than before?" 

But when her lewdly crooning words echoed in her astonished ears, the blonde 
librarian sat bolt upright. What on earth had her treacherous lips just 
uttered? Was that sexy suggestive voice really hers, when she was trying so 
desperately to free herself from this mistaken entanglement? She looked up 
at Rusty for confirmation of what her disbelieving ears had told her. 

The teenager was leaning forward in anticipation, his features transformed 
into an expression of eager expectation. "Yes ... please do ... please, Miss 
Price," he was panting between his rising breaths. 

Martha shook her head in surprise. She knew she had to stop this terrible 
error right now ... but even though her brain was clearly convinced of what 
she must do, her traitorous body was already flickering with the flames of 
lewd desire as she thrust her breasts out proudly to meet Rusty's unwavering 
gaze. 

"I want ... to see you naked. Your pussy and tits and everything." he said 
boldly, totally unaware that the blonde woman was still struggling with her 
conscience for the power to send him away. With trembling hands he reached 
for the hem-line of her filmy blouse, preparing to lift it off over her 
head. His fingers rested against her pelvis, exploring with eager pressure 
the firm curves of her hips under the close-fitting slacks she wore. 

"Rusty, it isn't right," the older woman warned, but she made no move to 
take his hands from her blouse. She watched his fingers shake as he slowly 
eased the sheer material up over her sensuous hips and narrow waistline, the 
excitement making him awkward so he inadvertently hit against the smooth 
white skin of her side with his trembling warm fingers. Martha leaned 
forward so he could pull the blouse from her back, and she held her slender 
arms up over her head to help the aroused boy slip the thin fabric off her 
extended wrists. 

Then without a moment's hesitation, the teenager reached around behind her 
back and dug into her skin as he got a hold on the hook of her brassiere, 
his breath rasping heavily past her ear as he struggled with the stubborn 
fastener. Martha was so excited in her impatience that eventually she 
reached back and unhooked the undergarment herself, letting Rusty tear it 
away from her creamy white shoulders and down off her firmly quivering 
nipple-peaked breasts. The youth sat amazed for a moment, staring in awe at 
the huge protruding mounds of flesh that he had only been able to imagine up 
until now. They were so much warmer and softer-looking than the drawings in 
the book had been, and he trembled in anticipation as he thought that he 
would actually get to touch them.... 

The young librarian's face radiated an almost fierce pride despite her 
earlier resolution to put an end to this lecherous affair. She slid her 
hands up over her smoothly contoured rib cage to cup the full rounded 
melon-like mounds of her gleaming breasts. Then she leaned tantalizingly 
toward him until her nipples were right before his incredulous face and 
squeezed them provocatively toward his eyes. 

"Do you like them, darling? Would you like to feel Miss Price's big 
beautiful titties?" 

A squeal of childish delight whistled through his lips as she heard the word 
that had prompted snickers from his friends back in Ohio. And then he 
abruptly leaned forward and fastened his mouth greedily over the rigid tip 
of her thrusting left breast. Martha moaned and swayed as she felt his 
boyish lips begin to suck and nibble at the wildly sensitive flesh. His 
hands trailed excitedly over her upper torso, discovering the firm flat area 
of her stomach, the gentle indentation of her tiny waist, the smooth 
quivering of her flexible backbone, and the magical silken white flesh of 
her heavy smothering breasts. He kissed and licked fervently at the turgid 
rosebud nipples while he pressed his face devouringly into the soft yielding 
flesh of the delicious white mounds. Martha basked in ecstasy of the teasing 
contact for a moment, completely oblivious to the warning signals of her 
conscience. 

But then as she watched Rusty's shining brown head bobbing up and down 
against her chest, she suddenly realized that she was treading on dangerous 
ground. She had allowed herself to give in to the urgency of her carnal 
demands again, and there was no stopping the fiery trembling ache in her 
already moistening loins. She sighed heavily as she lay back into the 
cushions, knowing that what she was doing was dangerously wrong ... but also 
too innocently delicious to prevent. 

Rusty paused to catch his raggedly gasping breath and looked up into her 
face. His cheeks were flushed with excitement, and he slid his hands down to 
her thighs in a questioning gesture. Experimentally he tugged at the front 
zipper of her creamy-white pants, waiting for her to encourage him to go 
ahead. 

With a sigh of final surrender, the blonde woman nodded affirmatively and 
Rusty eagerly applied himself to the lower portion of her voluptuous young 
body. He scratched frantically at the zipper, and finally was able to loosen 
it so he could peel the close-fitting skin of her slacks away from her 
sensuously rounded buttocks and down over her full quivering thighs. He 
tugged them awkwardly off her legs with his clumsily kicking feet, his eyes 
trained unwaveringly on the shiny silken film of her tiny bikini panties. He 
had almost done it! He had almost undressed this beautiful older woman with 
his very own hands! 

Martha watched excitedly, a salacious smile curling around the corners of 
her lips. She bent over so her pink-tipped breasts swayed provocatively 
downward toward his head to taunt him, as she watched him hook his fingers 
into the elastic waistband of her panties, just below the tiny indentation 
of her navel. Finally Rusty's trembling fingers got a grip on the thin 
string of elastic and he pulled it down slowly to reveal the naked blonde 
triangle of her softly curling pussy fur. 

Although he had seen it briefly the other night, and even touched it with 
his inexperienced hand, the view of the older woman's suggestively twitching 
pussy was every bit as exciting as it had been before. He gaped unashamedly 
at the gently rising mound of her vaginal vee, and he could just barely 
discern the pouting lips of her hair-fringed cunt nestled snugly in that 
forbidden split between her legs. He didn't know what to expect after the 
cool reception the librarian had originally given him, and he hesitated to 
reach down and touch her there for fear of making her change her mind. As 
his eyes feasted hungrily on the lewd sight, Martha regarded him through 
half-closed eyes. She wanted to touch him, to bury his head in her hotly 
palpitating loins, but at the same time she reveled under his openly obscene 
gaze. Finally she could stand it no longer and she grasped his hands and 
guided them toward her heaving breasts. 

"Don't be shy, darling," she cooed, arranging his palms over her rigid 
little nipples. "Lick my titties some more ... that's one way to make a 
woman happy." 

Rusty followed her directions eagerly, rewarded almost instantly with a tiny 
cry of delight that rose in the woman's throat as his hands seized both of 
the full mounds of her throbbing breasts and pushed them together like two 
straining honey melons until the pink-hued nipples met and his mouth 
hungrily enveloped both of them at the same time. Feeling more confident 
every minute, the virginal fourteen year old rolled the pointed tips around 
and around on his swabbing tongue as her hot breath panted excitedly down 
the back of his neck. 

Sparks of crazy lust shot through the blonde librarian's naked loins and 
into her lower belly as the boy's hands slipped down from her bulging 
breasts to fondle her hips and trace the full white swells of her buttocks. 
As his hands moved, he kissed and licked all over her heaving breasts as his 
fingers searched lower and lower to touch tentatively the soft blonde wisps 
of her pubic hair. Then, drawing experience from Saturday night, he slid his 
fingers up into the forbidden valley between her thighs, lightly stroking at 
the swollen outer lips of her pussy and feeling her clitoris stiffen. Martha 
quaked weakly against his shoulder, the contact sending delicious shafts of 
pleasure piercing up through her flesh like tiny pricking needles of fire. 

"C-can we do it?" Rusty groaned hoarsely. "Can I fuck your hot little pussy 
like you promised?" 

The innocent boy's pleading question startled the engaged woman's 
conscience. Fuck my pussy! her mind repeated. Letting this fresh young boy 
fuck me? ... I can't do it! I just can't ... and yet ... and yet, oh God, I 
can't help it! Her body demanded uncompromisingly the attention of the 
budding young male who so eagerly was sucking and licking and stroking every 
inch of her hotly tingling flesh. She told herself it was purely sexual, 
temporary fascination that tormented her body so, but deep down the fear and 
guilt was already beginning to grow out of proportion to taunt her. 

No matter how she argued with her conscience, the basic knowledge was still 
there ... she was being unfaithful, and she was seducing a minor. It all 
seemed so impossible, so un-likely, so unfair, that it looked as though 
there was going to be no solution. But then in a flash the answer dawned on 
her ... another temporary stall ... another deliciously tempting lecherous 
postponement of the forbidden act the boy was begging for. 

"Rusty, listen," she panted excitedly. "Get naked, now ... I'm going to show 
you another way to make a woman happy...." 

She loosened herself from his lewd embrace, and helped him unbutton his 
shirt. Almost frantically she tore it away from his developing chest and 
began kissing and flicking her tongue over the hairless expanse of firm 
tanned skin. Then, her lips still glued to his rippling chest, she pushed 
him down to lie prone on the couch, dropping to her knees beside him and 
trailing her tongue lower down his body to tease the little hole of his 
navel. 

Yes. she thought deliriously to herself, this is ecstasy ... Pure, 
unadulterated ecstasy! And if she deserved to be punished for this obscene 
involvement, she was going to punish herself at the same time she performed 
the unnatural act she had in mind. She would humiliate herself by sucking 
Rusty's cock in a depraved hope of at least partially expiating her guilt. 
With that in mind, she tore at his trousers and unhitched his leather belt. 
Quickly she tugged them down over his slim hips and buttocks until he took 
over and kicked them off his ankles. Then she paused for a moment, feasting 
her eyes on the upthrust and stiffened cock that speared outward from the 
thin sprinkling of his dark pubic hair and the crinkled sac of his virile 
young balls that lay so softly between his legs. 

God, she felt so evil, so vile, to be playing with this vulnerable teenager 
like some kind of carnivore who fed on innocent flesh. And yet he was so 
handsome, so sincerely bold and appreciative, that she almost felt as if it 
was right, as if she was meant to introduce him to the pleasures of sex in 
the same way she had been initiated by her fiance. He had to learn sometime, 
she reasoned, and it was better that he learned from a mature woman who 
wouldn't mislead him with exaggerated expectations and untruthful stories. 
In a twisted perverted way, the blonde librarian almost convinced herself 
that this was her duty, the right and proper thing to do. 

With a low gasp she leaned forward and lightly kissed the tip of Rusty's 
hardened cock, extending her tongue out so it darted into the tiny slit of 
the bluish glans opening to flick up a tangy tasting little drop of 
pre-ejaculate that had already seeped out. 

"Oh, sh-shit!" the teenager swore through gritted teeth. This was turning 
out better than he had imagined. 

Martha gripped his pulsing penis between her thumb and forefinger at its 
base to pull down on the foreskin, grazing hungrily at the completely 
exposed, blood-filled tip and the tiny opening staring back at her like a 
single all-seeing eye. Then with a soft moan of surrender to her 
irresistible urges, she dropped her head lower and let her lips envelop the 
rubbery nub-ended head. 

Rusty gasped out a low cry, his cute young face turning a deep pink as he 
raised his head to watch the voluptuous naked woman whose sweet curving lips 
were holding his erect cock so warmly between them. He could feel her tongue 
swirling wildly around his tingling cock head and sending unbelievable 
charges of shock rippling through his loins. He couldn't understand why or 
how this was happening to him, but he never wanted it to stop. If this was a 
dream, he didn't want to wake up. But he knew it wasn't a dream. This 
beautiful blonde woman was actually naked and kneeling on the floor beside 
the couch in her own living room, and her big cushiony breasts were bouncing 
and swaying against his legs as she nibbled on the end of his aching cock. 

And as his excitement almost overcame him, Rusty lunged his buttocks up from 
the couch in a gesture of instinctive aggression that drove the pulsing rod 
of his penis all the way to the hilt in the blonde's lewdly stretched mouth. 

The obscenely sucking librarian could feel the youngster's fingers crawling 
eagerly over her flesh as her head rose up and down over the surging shaft 
that invaded her lips. Though Rusty's sudden seizing of the offensive had 
almost gagged her, she took a masochistic delight in his merciless use of 
her mouth and she wriggled her buttocks in lewd encouragement as his hand 
drifted over her upthrust ass-cheeks. Then he thrust his hips up again, 
impaling her mouth even deeper with his pummeling cock-shaft until she could 
feel it tickling at her palpitating tonsils. She breathed roughly on the 
outstroke as he pulled back for another powerful lunge into her eagerly 
sucking cheeks. 

The shameless blonde moaned in wanton desperation as she felt his hands 
tense in her long silky hair and the jerking of his buttocks suddenly 
increased sharply in velocity and force. His pelvis was surging upward in a 
rapid staccato rhythm to ram his expanded cock deeper and deeper into the 
slavishly pumping mouth. She could feel it pulsing against the sides of her 
cheeks and she realized that the end was fast approaching. 

My God, he's going to cum in my mouth, her brain exclaimed silently. This 
sweet aroused young teenager was going to shoot his adolescent sperm right 
down her hungry throat! The anticipation of the fresh young cum spewing into 
the welcoming cavern of her mouth made her whole body tremble in obscene 
masochistic bliss. She reached down with her own hand to thrust her finger 
between her thighs, stroking the already lewdly swollen bud of her clitoris. 
Despite her shame and indignation at the thought that she was submitting to 
her own obscene perversions, she began to work even harder to please the 
excited teenager around the lust-bloated glans at the end of his cock, 
locking her lips around the thick hot shaft like a tighly stretched rubber 
band, scraping softly with her teeth to elicit little gasps and cries from 
his throat. She reveled in Rusty's uncontrollable enjoyment of the lewd act, 
and she couldn't wait to taste his eagerly squirting young cum. 

The swirls of heat that had been building up in Rusty's loins suddenly felt 
as if they would burn right through his skin. The muscles of his stomach 
tightened as he arched himself up from the couch, ramming farther and 
farther into her throat as he pulled her head down even tighter into this 
crotch with both hands. And then ii suddenly began. His cock gave a series 
of violent jerks and the dam burst in obscene torrent as the wetly searing 
droplets of cum came squirting forth in a volcanic fountain of release. 

Martha groaned as she sucked up the heavily spewing sperm, her finger 
continuing to fingerfuck herself in rapid frenzy up between her thighs. She 
gurgled as the slick male semen shot down her throat, her tongue swirling 
more and more swiftly around the throbbing head of his young fourteen year 
old cock. In her masochistic delight, she was determined to suck him dry, 
milk his youthful essence in obscene completion of her own richly deserved 
humiliation and disgrace. 

And as she threw herself wholeheartedly into her task, the boy's husky 
groans of pleasure drove her to greater efforts. Spurt after spurt of 
life-giving sperm surged through his tender penis and down her throat, the 
excess dribbling from the corners of her mouth in spite of all her efforts 
to prevent wasting it. It seemed like an eternity before the hands that held 
her head fell away and a virilely throbbing cock gave a final squirt of its 
hotly scalding fluids and stopped. Moments later, it slipped listlessly out 
from the slipperiness of her mouth and Martha raised her head to gaze 
lustfully at the boy she just had given so much slavish pleasure by milking 
his tender young testicles completely dry. 

Her finger still fucked rapidly up into her own unfulfilled cunt walls and 
she was almost unconscious that the teenager was watching her frustrated 
masturbation. 

But Rusty looked down sympathetically, he eyes gratedfully sorry. "Miss 
Price ... can I ... can I fuck you now?" 

At first his kind and innocently suggestive request made no sense to her, 
but suddenly Martha understood. She quickly withdrew her hand from her 
hungrily pulsing pussy mouth and regarded him speculatively. Desperately she 
wanted to agree, to say yes to this eager student and let him ease the 
aching between her legs. But she gathered up all her willpower and 
courageously shook her head. She had to have time to think ... this would be 
the biggest step she had ever taken in her whole life ... to let a mere 
fourteen year old boy fuck her silly! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

At school Martha Price approached Vic Burroughs in the teachers' lounge. 
There was something very important she had to discuss with him, no matter 
how disagreeable or offensive he became. She just couldn't stand another day 
of his leering young students slinking around the library, snickering and 
marking up the books he had ordered for them. What was worse, they had begun 
drawing in the other volumes, too, copying childishly the lewd diagrams they 
had seen in the sex books they checked out for his class. 

It was bad enough that both B.J. Stokes and Lyle Benson were enrolled in sex 
education and had been ignoring their library duties while they sat in the 
boys' room with Vic's lurid paperbacks. Now even Rusty Thaddeus, who wasn't 
even taking the course, had developed an unnatural interest in the sexy 
literature, and Martha was secretly afraid that he was going to come to her 
again with an even more lascivious request, and she feared that she wouldn't 
be able to force herself to deny him. 

She just had to get those awful books off the library shelves. Even behind 
the counter where she tried to keep them hidden, they were creating such a 
stir that the honest hard-working students couldn't use the library to study 
legitimate books. It was way out of hand, and the young librarian 
justifiably felt that Vic was at least partially responsible. 

"Vic?" she said in a low voice behind him where he sat reading a newspaper. 

"Wh-yes, Martha," he answered absently, not putting down the paper. 

"There's something I have to ask you." She sat down beside him and put her 
fingers on the newspaper to pull it away from his eyes. 

At first her bold intrusion annoyed the male teacher, and he set his face in 
a scowl. But as he looked into her cold blue eyes he sensed that she meant 
business, and business, he knew, could be turned into pleasure if you played 
your cards right. He had always admired the young woman's astoundingly 
voluptuous figure, and more than once he had approached her for a date. Her 
haughty refusal had always been something of a blow to his ego, and this was 
a large part of the cause for his animosity toward her. He had won the first 
round, however, by forcing her to stock his books in the strictly-run 
library she operated, and he looked forward to round two in his imaginary 
struggle to win her submission. His eyes glinted suggestively as he waited 
to see what the beautiful woman had to ask. 

"It's about your books," she began, realizing that his attention was not 
fully concentrated on the problem she had to discuss. But there was nothing 
she could do except continue, and hope he would consider her seriously. "I 
can't have them in the library any more. They're too disruptive, and I think 
you should keep them in your classroom, where only your own students will 
have access to them." 

"Aaaaahhh, you're trying to play the censor again, hunh?" the burly man 
chuckled leeringly. "Can't stand the idea of the kids knowing more about sex 
than you do...." 

"That's not true!" she snapped, but she could feel her cheeks growing red. 
This wicked horrible teacher was always twisting her words to mean the 
opposite of what she said, and the annoying practice frustrated her 
immeasurably. But she couldn't give in so easily. It wasn't just the library 
that was at stake here; it was also her uncontrollable involvement with the 
freshman from Ohio. 

"If you want your students to read those filthy sex manuals, that's your 
prerogative. But you have no right to try to force me to keep them in the 
library-that's my prerogative." 

"I thought we went through all this at the teacher's meeting," the man 
rejoined laconically. "The kids have a right to know, and you have a duty to 
provide them with all the materials." Vic smiled suddenly at the 
unintentional double-meaning of his sentence. He wondered briefly if she was 
providing them with all the materials-a warm juicy cunt, for example, or a 
pair of marvelously fleshy firm tits. 

Martha couldn't understand what made her so suddenly embarrassed, but she 
was sure by the expression on the lecherous man's face that he had made some 
unknown private point. It was only her own dogged determination that allowed 
her to continue in the face of such undisguised perversion. 

"I only signed the book order, Vic. That doesn't mean I have to keep the 
books in the library. Some of the students are too young, or too 
inexperienced, for that kind of literature, and it isn't right to let them 
read it when they couldn't possibly understand. It may actually be more 
harmful than helpful, if they pick these books up without proper guidance." 
She sat up primly, feeling satisfied that she had expressed herself well for 
the first time in a conversation with the disagreeable man. 

"So you're worried about the precious young kid from Ohio, is that it?" the 
teacher asked crudely. "Oh, don't be alarmed, Miss Price. Everyone knows how 
attached you are to the little home-town boy. But don't try to fool 
yourself, either ... Most of the kids at this school have done more sexual 
experimenting than you'll ever do!" 

Martha opened her mouth in shocked horror. She wanted to ... to spit on this 
vile older man, but even more, she wanted to whip herself for letting her 
attentions to Rusty Thaddeus be so obvious. No one had seen him come to her 
apartment, that was certain, but she must have let something slip at school, 
a look in her eyes, perhaps, or a gesture with her hand. Instantly, the 
pressing problem of the sex books in the library fell to second place behind 
the burdensome personal problem of her unintentional affair with the new 
student. She couldn't find the words to reply to Vic Burroughs, no matter 
how much she felt the need to vindicate herself immediately. In stark 
humiliation she lowered her eyes, waiting for the teacher to add insult to 
the unimaginable injury he had just inflicted. 

Vic gloated proudly with the simple success he had just won. Women were all 
such pushovers, he mused. No wonder the Price woman was afraid to keep the 
books in her library: she was probably afraid they would give the kids ideas 
that she wouldn't know how to deal with. Just her provocatively sensuous 
body was enough to plant the seeds of lust in the minds of most young 
teenagers. He laughed inwardly at a vision of the blonde librarian being 
chased around the rows of bookcases in the library by a group of horny young 
men, waving open sex-books in their hands. He turned confidently back to his 
newspaper, secure in the knowledge that the defeated young blonde had 
nothing more to say. 

Abruptly, Martha stood up and walked out of the room. She headed back to the 
library, her one sanctuary in this dangerously progressive institution they 
called a high school. 

Fortunately, no students were in the building when she returned, so without 
hesitation, she locked the outer doors and hung up the sign that said, 
"Library Closed". Then she went back into the magazine room and sank into 
the sagging cushions of the second-hand couch, wiping her hand across her 
nervously perspiring forehead. She felt as if the whole world was against 
her, tempting her cruelly with forbidden pleasure and then taunting her 
wickedly when she succumbed. 

She took a pen out of her purse and tried to compose a letter to Wes. She 
would tell him all about what was happening-yes, everything-and he would be 
able to advise her with his objective insight. She felt a measure of comfort 
roll over her, as she mentally imagined what she was going to write. 

She hadn't gotten very far when she heard someone rattling the outside doors 
of the library. Wearily she got up to send them away. These kids apparently 
didn't know that "closed" meant they couldn't come in, and she had often 
considered putting an iron bar across the door to help get the message 
across. The reason she didn't was that she still had the idealistic desire 
to instill the love of books into all these high school students, in the 
hopes that they might someday benefit from it as she had. 

She looked through the double glass doors to see who was demanding to be let 
in this afternoon, and she was shocked, but only ironically surprised, to 
see Rusty Thaddeus among the group of boys outside. The blonde librarian 
shook her head and pointed to the sign without making any move to unlock the 
door. 

But the boys wouldn't go away. They knocked and stomped loudly, mouthing 
words that she couldn't hear. Finally she went to the door and stuck her 
head outside to see what was so important. 

"We have to return these books," one of the boys said breathlessly. "They're 
due today." He pointed to the volumes that he and his companions were 
holding, showing her the due date stamped inside the front jacket. 

"Okay, one of you bring all the books inside and I'll check them in ... 
Rusty, why don't you get all these books and take them over to the counter?" 
She might as well let her unsuspecting young lover in, because she had to 
talk to him anyway, after finding out what Vic Burroughs knew about them. 
The other boys quickly stacked their library books on the new boy's 
outstretched arms and hurriedly left. Rusty came in confidently, not even 
guessing that the librarian had bad news for him. 

"Leave the books there, Rusty," she directed when she had locked them 
inside. "Come in back and sit down. I want you to listen to me carefully." 

The handsome youth followed her trustfully, expecting only perhaps another 
sex lesson, if anything. The Perfect Lover was due today, and altogether, he 
had read the whole book twice, and some chapters as many as three times. 
Already he'd begun to make friends with the boys in his new school, though 
he hadn't yet told them anything about Miss Price. He felt a kind of loyalty 
toward her, born of the adolescent crush he still had on her to a certain 
extent. 

"Rusty," Martha began seriously, her troubled eyes sparkling deeply in her 
pretty worried face, "this little affair of ours has been getting 
around...." 

"I didn't tell anybody, honest, Miss Price!" the boy blurted, thinking she 
was going to scold him. 

"I didn't think you had," she assured him, although she was surprised that 
the menacing possibility hadn't occurred to her before. "All I wanted to 
tell you was that it will have to stop ... No more coming to my apartment!" 
The innocent young teenager was frightened by her sternness. He immediately 
thought that she didn't believe him, that she was accusing him of carelessly 
bragging about their exploits to his new-found friends. In his childish 
confusion he could think of only one thing, that he had to convince the 
beautiful blonde librarian to trust him, to realize that he would never 
betray her to anyone. 

Clumsily he lurched toward her, grasping her body and clenching it to his 
heaving chest. He tried to stroke her hair and pat her shoulder 
comfortingly, but the gestures came out all wrong, like an animalistic 
pawing instead of the tender caress he'd intended. Unwanted tears welled in 
his uncomprehending eyes, and he hugged her to him ferociously so she 
wouldn't see how hurt he was. 

The blonde woman was beyond struggling and made no attempt to extricate 
herself from his embracing grasp. Instead she hung limply in his cradling 
arms, not even trying to return the kisses he was fervently planting on her 
cheeks and neck and mouth. It wasn't until she felt his groping hand behind 
her neck at the top of her dress zipper that Martha put up any resistance. 

"Look, Rusty," she said evenly, "I mean it. I'll have no more of this." As 
she drew back from his developing masculine body, she saw the tears 
glistening on his cheeks. 

Her mood softened instantly. All at once the realization flooded over her 
that she was speaking to him with the anger she felt toward Vic Burroughs. 
Rusty wasn't the one responsible for her desperate feelings of frustration, 
the evil teacher was. If anyone was at fault in her involvement with the 
youth it was she herself, not the innocent young boy. Tenderly she drew his 
sob-shaken young form to her warm cushioning breasts and held his head 
tightly in her hands. 

"Shh ... Rusty, it's all right ... I didn't mean the things I said," she 
whispered in his ear. The horrible truth about it was that she really hadn't 
meant that she wanted their relationship to stop. Ever since that first 
morning, when she had kissed him so delightedly in this very room, she had 
been unable to chase his image from her mind. And she had actually looked 
forward to the day when he would show up unexpectedly at her place the way 
he had been doing and she would let herself go-and make love to him the way 
he had been asking her to all along. 

Suddenly the exciting prospect seemed to plant itself in her mind, and 
nothing she tried to do would get rid of it. Her comforting squeezing of 
Rusty's boyish head nestled between her breasts transformed imperceptibly 
into a lustful embrace. She began to caress his muscular back and firm 
buttocks, stopping momentarily to raise his gentle face to hers so she could 
tease him with a long, endearing soul-kiss, swirling her tongue around 
inside his warmly salivating mouth. Then she lifted his hand to her back so 
he could grasp her zipper, and she urged him gently to pull it down. 

With her dress opened lewdly at the back, she dropped down onto the couch, 
letting the material fall forward enticingly as she waited for him to pull 
it off. 

"Come here, my little lover," Martha purred softly as the teenager fell 
toward her, his fingers frantically tugging at his pants. He lay across her 
breast while he ripped his pants off, panting excitedly when he saw his 
hardened cock loom up in pulsating erection as soon as it escaped the tight 
confines of his trousers. 

Then he applied his trembling fingers to the woman's seductively hanging 
dress, yanking it forward off her arms and throwing it carelessly on the 
floor. He unbuttoned his own shirt while Martha unhooked her brassiere, 
allowing her voluptuous breasts to burst suddenly into freedom, their 
contact with the air causing her ripe pink nipples to swell almost instantly 
into tingling rigidity. Then she wriggled teasingly out of her panties as 
Rusty slipped his t-shirt over his head, and suddenly they smiled, for they 
were both completely naked for the first time. 

The aroused librarian began to explore the teenager's tense young body with 
her hands, feeling the sleekly developing muscles draw hard and tight as she 
caressed the secret hollows and crevices of his form. Her soft lips that had 
nurtured and sucked his cock now clasped hungrily over his young mouth and 
her searching tongue darted lizard-like between his teeth. She lifted her 
satiny white thighs over his slender hip, pressing her pubic mound tightly 
against him with a provocative undulating motion. She pulled him down on top 
of her until the length of his insistent boy-cock was prodding up against 
the soft-haired mound of her pussy. 

Martha sighed deeply, squirming even tighter against the hotly breathing 
young boy until the gleaming blood-swollen head of his cock was twitching 
right up against the passion-drenched lips of her pussy. Delirious with 
lust, she kissed him again, her tongue snaking into his sweet-tasting young 
mouth as her hand caressed his back and naked buttocks to draw him even 
closer to her. 

She gasped breathlessly as her hungry pelvis began to swivel against his in 
a prematurely abandoned motion simulating fucking. She wriggled under him as 
his lust-bloated cock lurched uncontrollably into even greater pressure on 
the flushed entrance to her vagina. "Shall we do it, Rusty? Shall we make 
love today?" 

Rusty blinked, too excited to comprehend what she was saying. She had gone 
through too many changes this afternoon, as she had on every occasion when 
he had been with her before. He had learned to expect nothing, so he was 
always deliriously surprised and overwhelmingly pleased with the miracles of 
ecstasy she worked on him. "Oh, please ... Please fuck me, Miss Price," he 
pleaded, his voice coming in a low moan with the rising torment of his 
almost unquenchable need. 

His twitching penis felt as though it was a stick of dynamite about to 
explode against the hair-fringed softness of her cunt-lips, and her obscene 
writhing motions only made it throb and ache all the more. It was jammed 
hard into the velvet warmth of her vaginal furrow, and he strained against 
her undulating body in an effort to slide it right into the moist channel 
where it belonged. 

"Let's do it now!" he groaned. "Let's fuck now...." 

"We will, darling, we will," Martha promised. "But you have to get me ready 
first." She slid up from under him and propped her head against the arm of 
the couch. She pulled his head up to look directly at her swollen 
tight-nippled breasts and pressed one full cream-white mound toward his 
raggedly panting mouth. 

"Suck it, baby. I want to feel you take my breasts into your mouth." 

Maddening sensations raced through the teenager's body as he strained with 
his widely salivating mouth to draw the firm quivering flesh between his 
lips. He sucked roughly and relentlessly, lustfully amazed by the massive 
size of her ripe young breasts as he sought in vain to enclose them in the 
warm cavern of his mouth. He gasped for breath, but still kept up the 
quickening pace of his sucking and licking and kissing. 

"Oh, yessss," Martha chanted as the boy's lips closed sensually over the 
tingling pink nipple. "That's beautiful, darling ... just beautiful." She 
whimpered and moaned in unrestrained passion as his tongue swiped eagerly 
around it, circling the entire surface of the sensitive mass of erogenous 
flesh. Unintelligible whispers of encouragement issued from her sultry lips 
and she reached her hand down between their bodies to fondle Rusty's 
thrusting cock and squeeze his tight young balls. 

The teenager was so excited he could have screamed. The blonde woman's 
rubbery nipples were jabbing into his mouth as he sucked first one and then 
the other. And now her hand had started pumping up and down on his cock 
until he thought he would cum right then in her hand, the way she had made 
him do on that first night. His whole body began quaking in his violent 
effort to hold out until he could at least stick it in her. 

Martha basked in the joy of the boy's hungry sucking and licking until she 
was afraid she could stand it no longer. Abruptly she pulled her tingling 
breast away from his warm tight lips and slid back under him on the yielding 
cushions of the old sofa. She never let up her forcible stroking of the 
smooth taut flesh of his penis for an instant, though, and even as she 
wriggled beneath him she felt its urgent pulsing against her palm and the 
warm sticky fluids oozing from the lust-engorged tip. With her other arm she 
entwined him around the back, pulling him down until his smooth chest 
flattened down heavily against the fullness of her breasts. 

She waited breathlessly for the youngster to spread apart her sculptured 
white thighs. She yielded joyfully, lifting her pelvis to meet the welcome 
weight of his hips as he slipped down between her legs and positioned 
himself above her now spreadeagled form. 

"Okay, darling ... Now we're going to do it! You can fuck Miss Price's hot 
little pussy now!" 

The lewd suggestive tone of the older woman's commands sounded like sugary 
tempting poetry to the boy's unaccustomed ears, and it sent jolts of insane 
stimulation raging through his groin. Voicelessly he held himself up on his 
hands, poised above her as she was spread out in willing surrender below his 
hungry eyes. His cock was surging less than an inch from the moistly 
glistening slit exposed beneath her splayed apart legs. 

Martha watched him through lust-glazed eyes, feeling the virile hardness of 
his quivering young penis slipping down the full length of her excitedly 
dampened vaginal crevice. The lurching head of his rampant hardness rested 
almost straight up between her wide-spread buttocks, insinuating itself 
slowly and teasingly up and down the desire-moistened slit as his hips 
thrust forward in an effort to fuck it up inside her. 

Martha squirmed upward from below, trying to enclose her wetly palpitating 
vaginal lips around the boy's burgeoning cock. In desperation she finally 
reached between their bodies to grasp the full length of his slender 
rock-hard penis and guide its rubbery bloated head into the cleft of her 
loins, carefully positioning it between the hair-framed entrance to her 
lust-moistened pussy. She held it there with one hand while she placed the 
other on the boy's uncontrollably clenching buttocks and drew him down with 
all her strength to force his young penis inside her hungrily waiting cunt 
and quench once and for all the gnawing heat that centered there. 

Her body twitched and trembled excitedly from the sudden increase in 
pressure against her tender pussy orifice. Then she sighed in ecstasy as she 
felt the hard round head pop securely between her sensitively trembling 
vaginal lips. She held her breath as she waited for complete impalement, and 
it seemed like an eternity before the boy inched experimentally forward, 
feeling the entirely new and undreamed of sensation of her softly enveloping 
vagina around his sensitively pulsing cock. 

"Come on, baby," the blonde groaned gently. "Fuck it all the way up inside!" 

All it took was her lewd words to send the boy into a hot wave of sheer 
masculinity and he thrust into her almost viciously, his narrow hips driving 
down on her frantically squirming loins as she gasped with tingling pleasure 
at the sensation of his youthfully filling cock head wedging ever deeper 
into her cunt. 

Slowly the boy's straining cock-shaft wormed its way up into Martha's 
tightly clasping vaginal sheath, spreading and stretching the long-unused 
walls of her cunt so that she winced with unexpected pain and pleasure. He 
seemed to burrow into her forever, filling her to the hilt as she lay 
helplessly quivering in the raw and tantalizing promise of forthcoming 
ecstasy. She groaned hoarsely as she felt at last the rubbery head of his 
bloated penis lodge tightly against her cervix and Rusty's swollen balls 
gave a light bounce into the cheeks of her firmly quivering ass. 

She writhed and moaned incoherently beneath him, twisting up on his cock 
like some kind of clenching milking machine. She seemed to the boy to have 
gone out of her mind, her beautiful mouth hanging loose and panting, her 
eyes wide and wild like an animal's, her thighs scissoring spontaneously in 
and out against his flanks. She was lost in the deluge of her unspent 
passion and she tightened her secret inner muscles warmly around his buried 
cock and continued whispering in a voice that sounded completely delirious. 

"Look out, Rusty ... Watch your cock sliding into my pussy ... See how it 
pulls out so slowly, how I'm holding it with my pussy lips ... Does it 
excite you, darling? Do you like to see your lovely cock disappear inside of 
me?" 

Her silky voice was luridly stimulating and almost unconsciously, Rusty bent 
his head down to look at what she was describing. He gasped at the 
unbelievable spectacle of the beautiful older woman lying flat out beneath 
his body, his adolescent cock immersed all the way to its base in the 
hair-fringed slit of her pussy. Right below his face he could see her ripe 
white breasts heaving with each breath she took, and suddenly he felt he 
couldn't stay still. Something about the way her cunt was clinging around 
the deeply buried shaft of his cock demanded friction, demanded the motion 
of fucking that he had read about so avidly. 

Quickly, almost frantically, he fell down against her squirming breasts, his 
mind reeling with obscene unspoken exclamations. Yes! he said to himself, 
I'm going to fuck you ... I'm going to fuck your insides out. He heard the 
silent words echoing in his brain as he fumblingly found the librarian's 
mouth with his own and jabbed his tongue lewdly between her lips. He flicked 
his hips back and forth rapidly, thrusting with ever increasing force into 
her moist inner tightness. He couldn't restrain the ragged whinnies of 
excitement as he mouthed the obscenities he was thinking into the blonde's 
acquiescing lips. His hips bucked madly out of control, and his whole young 
body was panting and perspiring with excitement as he watched his 
desire-lengthened cock-shaft pistoning into the coral-hued slit of her 
clinging cuntal orifice. 

Below him, Martha's deep blue eyes opened and closed in dazed passion and 
the young boy wondered dimly if he was hurting her by screwing so hard into 
the hot little hole of her cunt. The sounds she made sounded almost like 
moans of pain, but they were not that much different from the sounds she had 
made when he was finger-fucking her while she jacked him off. 

Almost as if she had read his passing thoughts, Martha bared her lips back 
over her teeth and groaned lustfully, "Oh, yesssss ... Fuck it ... Fuck it 
hard! Yyyyeeeesssss...." She panted lecherously and thrust her pelvis up in 
a squirming motion to meet his driving strokes. Her loins and belly were a 
boiling inferno of erotic sensation and she felt as though she was sinking 
forever into a nether world of perverted pleasure. The deliciously frenzied 
movements of Rusty's innocent cock were pushing her closer every instant to 
an orgasm she felt sure would tear her apart. God, he was so charming and 
angelically light on her body, so appreciatively and helplessly entranced by 
her, and her eyelids fluttered with happiness as she twisted beneath him. 
Her sensitive vaginal tightness seemed to clench securely on his pummeling 
cock, building the intensity of her wild, endlessly mounting excitement. 

Rusty could think of nothing but what the naked woman was doing to him, and 
he knew that any minute now he would shoot his cum into her. His balls were 
fit to blow apart with the tense pressure of his teenage sperm and he 
tightened his muscles against the pending eruption. He moved into a series 
of longer slower strokes that brought his pulsing rod of flesh almost all 
the way out of her vagina on the back-stroke and then sent it sliding back 
in again to the hilt. He could feel his cum-bloated balls slap against her 
puckering little anus as he slowed his rhythm even more, trying against hope 
to keep from ejaculating just a little longer.... 

But the voluptuous blonde thrashed even more rapidly as he tried to slow his 
movements down. Her writhing movements obsessed his, blotting out all his 
sense of what he was trying to achieve, and his self-control was lost in a 
whirlwind of animal lust that consumed him. The wet flat of his hips 
thudding against her upturned pelvis resounded through the tiny room, and he 
dropped his head toward her breasts to take one of her taut-pulsing nipples 
into his mouth to try to take his mind off the rumbling that was threatening 
to break through his aching balls. 

Then suddenly, Martha gasped with alarm as she felt the boyish cock begin to 
flex and pulse deep up inside her cunt. The hard rubbery head seemed to 
flare out until she feared it would tear straight up into her belly. For a 
moment she didn't even know what was happening ... then it dawned on her 
that the youngster was about to cum. He was about to shoot his warm 
cream-like young semen into her voraciously accepting cunt, and just the 
anticipation of it made her shiver in lewd delight. Her hands flew back to 
grasp his driving buttocks and pull him forward as she thrust her legs apart 
to urge him deeper into her flowering vagina, ready and anxious to take 
everything he had. 

She was going to cum soon, too, and at almost the same moment the blonde 
librarian felt her own long-awaited climax begin to surge through her body 
with the force of an earthquake. Wrapping her arms and legs hotly around his 
pumping body, she ground her buttocks from side to side on the couch, 
spiraling her excited cunt up and down on his excitedly burrowing penis. The 
straining springs of the sagging couch squeaked lewdly in time to their 
frenzied rocking movement, and their guttural sounds and deep panting grunts 
reverberated off the close walls of the magazine storage room. 

Suddenly Martha's whole body began to quiver out of control and the rosy hue 
of her face brightened and deepened, her head flailing from side to side 
sending her long blonde hair like flashes of lightning across the creaking 
couch. "Oh, my God, darling!" she fairly screamed in pleasure that pierced 
the obscene noises of the room. "My god, my pussy's cumming ... it's 
cummmmmmmmiiiinnngggg all around your beautiful little cock!" 

Her frantic squeal rose to a breathless sigh of ecstasy as her body 
stiffened and began vibrating, releasing her female secretions in wild 
oozing streams from her rippling vagina, drowning the boy's skewering member 
in its sweet sticky warmth. 

Startled by the older woman's sudden convulsive rapture, Rusty paused a 
moment, losing his careful rhythm as she gasped obscenely in her powerful 
orgasm. He felt his semen begin to boil in his momentarily stilled balls and 
abruptly his pelvis jerked out of control with the force of his thundering 
passion. He jammed his heavily loaded cock all the way into the hotly 
contracting depths of the older woman's wildly cumming pussy. The hot white 
fluid of his sperm erupted from his bloated testicles and shot madly through 
the rod of his thrusting cock, right into the end of Martha's widely 
stretched vagina. Jet after steaming jet of his fresh young cum spurted 
uncontrollably into the moistly bursting depths of her clasping cunt, mixing 
deliciously with the juices of the librarian's long-overdue release. 

The boy had never known and never imagined the power of the wildly jerking 
orgasm that controlled his every nerve in its convulsive grip. His penis 
exploded violently of its own accord into the blonde's hungrily milking 
pussy, sending the most ecstatic shocks of electrical release through his 
body that he had ever felt. Even after the voluptuous seductive librarian 
had long since ceased her orgiastic twitching around his cock, Rusty felt 
his member strain against the closing walls of her vagina as he squeezed the 
last drop of cum into her passion-flooded little pussy-hole. 

Then he collapsed on top of her, soaking her heaving breasts with his 
perspiration while his limply deflated cock began to slip harmlessly from 
her cum-drenched cunt. Rusty thought he would never get enough of the new 
adult pleasure, and even as he panted in exhaustion, his imagination was 
already formulating his next plan to fuck the beautiful older woman he felt 
as if he was in love with. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The whole week had gone miserably for Martha Price. If it hadn't been for 
that one bright moment of careless abandon with young Rusty Thaddeus, she 
might have decided to give in and fly back to Ohio. Of course she still felt 
unforgivably guilty about the whole affair with the adolescent, but she had 
derived a sort of fierce pleasure in flaunting the perversion Vic Burroughs 
so astutely suspected. If the evil-thinking teacher wanted to twist the 
meaning of her actions that was his business, but she didn't intend to allow 
him to influence her with his lewd insinuations. 

Even through her stubborn pride, however, the young blonde librarian could 
not deny the deep shame she felt about her lack of self-control. She hadn't 
been able to look Rusty in the eye ever since that misguided afternoon 
earlier in the week. She had avoided Vic like the plague, even though he had 
deliberately approached her several times. The confidential manner of his 
greetings filled her with a nameless revulsion, as if all she wanted to do 
was escape from him. Finally, and most humiliating of all, Martha had 
written at length of her exploits to Wes Nichols, begging his forgiveness 
and seeking his advice. She felt only slightly comforted by the knowledge 
that he too had given in to his carnal demands, but at least she felt he 
would be able to understand the kind of pressure she had been feeling. 

And now, she was just waiting ... waiting for a reply from Wes, waiting for 
an unknown menacing show-down that seemed to be lurking in the shadows. She 
wanted to postpone the impending crisis, or she wanted to cancel it 
altogether by some magnificent act of redemption. But she only felt that 
each passing day brought her closer to the dreaded punishment ... and she 
tried to avoid all the people even remotely connected with her self-induced 
demise. 

On Friday, Martha Price had closed the library at exactly three o'clock and 
gone home. She toyed with the urge to call Wes long-distance, but discarded 
the idea when she realized that she would probably get a letter from him 
tomorrow. So she had half-heartedly decided to go out to eat, perhaps with a 
friend from the downtown library. She stepped out on the third floor landing 
just outside her apartment door, and gasped in shock at what she saw through 
the window. 

Down on the street level, right by the door buzzers, stood two teenage boys 
and an unmistakable large set man. Vic Burroughs! her mind screamed in 
silent horror. What was he doing here? And who were those boys he was with? 
She inched closer to the window, looking out through the side of the curtain 
so she could not be seen below. A wave of apprehension shuddered through her 
bones as she recognized the kinky red hair of B. J. Stokes as he moved his 
head excitedly while he talked to the other two. The second youth must be 
Lyle Benson, the librarian reasoned, even though his stocky body was 
completely obscured by the looming figure of the mature teacher. 

Martha's instant impulse was to run-get out of there as soon as possible, 
but her rational reaction was the realization that the sidewalk was public 
property and she couldn't get rid of those three even if she wanted to. It 
was best just to go ahead with what she had planned, and ignore them as best 
she could. After all, what could they possibly do to her outside on the 
still dusk-lit street between her apartment door and her car? 

Boldly she made her way down the stairs and to the outside door of her 
apartment building. She tried to walk by the three leering males without 
looking at them, but the teacher stopped her by the arm. 

"Going out, Miss Price?" he asked suggestively. 

"Yes, I am," she replied coolly, "though I can't imagine what interest that 
could be of yours." 

"Just this," the burly man said evenly, holding up a paperback book that he 
had extracted from his jacket pocket. Martha sucked in her breath when she 
recognized the green cover of The Perfect Lover. 

"That's your department," she retorted, trying to keep the wavering out of 
her voice. 

"Yes, and it seems to be your, too," Vic mused flipping nonchalantly through 
the pages. "B.J. and Lyle here say they've found some pretty interesting 
notations in the margins of this copy ... which was checked out to that new 
boy-what's his name?" 

"Rusty, B.J. said promptly. "The kid from Ohio. Me and Lyle, we were putting 
books away this afternoon, and we just happened to see...." The boy's 
freckled face broke into a lewd grin as he winked knowingly to his 
companion. 

The librarian's eyes widened fearfully as she felt her face go immediately 
red. She tried to read the childish scrawls on some of the pages as Vic 
flashed them quickly by her eyes. The markings were nearly indistinguishable 
in their rapid fluttering succession, and the blonde woman reached out 
instinctively to grab the book. The sexed teacher drew back hastily. 

"Oh, no ... not so fast. These are my books, remember? You wanted me to take 
them out of your puritan little library. Now the boys here think maybe 
they'd like to have you explain some of the things they found in the book, 
and I thought ... since you're a single girl and this is a Friday night ... 
you would probably have time to help them. You seem to have had plenty of 
time for the new kid...." Vic taunted her mercilessly with the dangling book 
held just out of her reach. 

Martha's eyes were flashing fiercely as she replied icily, "You're the sex 
teacher, Vic. I'm sure you can tell them everything they want to know. Now 
if you'll excuse me...." 

To her surprise, the teacher stepped aside elaborately, waving her by with 
one hand. With the other, he threw the paperback carelessly toward the 
teenagers, saying, "That's it, boys ... You heard the lady. If she won't 
listen to reason, you'll have to think of something else to do with your 
discovery." With that, he turned in the opposite direction and walked away, 
never even looking back. 

Now it was B.J.'s and Lyle's turn to stand dumbfounded in embarrassment. 
They had expected more cooperation from their aggressive sexed teacher, 
because they knew how much he disliked the young librarian. When they had 
sneaked the book out of the library and marked it up with all the lewd 
obscenities, they had felt sure that Mr. Burroughs would support them all 
the way in their childish effort to blackmail the beautiful blonde woman. 
What they hadn't counted on was the teacher's genuine indifference to the 
lecherous boys' intentions. Vic could figure out his own ways to get inside 
the librarian's panties if he really wanted to, and he'd only agreed to the 
boys' plan for the chance to see the look on Miss Price's face when she was 
confronted with the falsified evidence. 

Once he had seen her guilty expression, the man knew all he wanted to know, 
and he didn't want to waste a whole Friday night on the frigid little bitch. 
He had better things to do, and the two precocious teenage sex fiends could 
just as well fend for themselves. 

As soon as the teacher had safely disappeared around the corner, Martha 
turned to face the two students squarely. 

"What did you two mean by this little trick?" she inquired sternly, 
concealing the anger that threatened to creep into her tone. She had always 
known that the two boys were never the serious library assistants they 
sometimes r pretended to be, but she had frankly thought that they were 
improving. Their not-so-subtle ruse to get her into trouble hurt her as much 
for their lack of sincerity as it hurt her for the implied accusations. 

It was Lyle who finally spoke in an insecure embarrassed croak. "We thought 
... you were ... well ... being nicer to Rusty than you were to us ... It 
wasn't fair, 'cause we've been your assistants longer." 

Martha was taken by the jealousy the usually over-confident boy was 
displaying. She felt a tiny surge of pride to know that she did have some 
importance to the two boys, but she reserved a measure of suspicion in case 
this was just another bluff. 

"Yeah," B.J. chimed more boldly. "We think you ought to give us a chance, 
too." 

"A chance at what?" Martha immediately demanded. 

Both boys suddenly broke up in sniggering laughter. B.J. pointed wordlessly 
to the defaced sex book, and Lyle tried to choke out an answer. "The ... in 
the book ... like the pictures." The confused young librarian didn't know 
what to think. Her feeling about the two budding young lechers had gone a 
complete circle in the last few minutes, from pure dislike to wondering 
sympathy to confused apprehension again. She had forgotten about her plan to 
meet her girlfriend, and now she only wanted to straighten out her confusion 
about her two aides. Whatever they were up to, she felt she had to find out 
right now! 

"Bring that book upstairs," she heard her evenly-tempered voice saying. "I 
want to get a look at it." 

She led the boys back into her studio apartment and sat down with them 
around the small breakfast table in the kitchen. She let them show her the 
phrases they had claimed to find in the margins of the pages, and in no time 
she satisfied herself that the handwriting was not that of her young friend 
from Ohio. For one thing, there were lots of spelling errors and Rusty was a 
bright little boy. For another thing, the quotations referred to her as 
"Martha" and the inexperienced Ohio boy always addressed her respectfully as 
"Miss Price". Even though the crudeness of the printed remarks made her 
wince, she had to sigh in relief that her little lover had not exposed her 
to anyone else. 

When she had seen as much of the obscene graffiti as she needed to see, she 
pulled her chair back from the table and stood up. "Thank you boys, for 
showing me what you've done ... I hope this will help you to be more 
cautious in the future. Dishonesty will get you nowhere, no matter what some 
people may try to make you think." She had in mind specifically the 
lecherous sex education teacher, who obviously knew about their trickery and 
had gone along with it. 

Both B.J. and Lyle were sufficiently subdued to rise willingly and move 
toward the front door. But suddenly, all three bodies froze, as the buzzer 
sounded unnaturally loudly throughout the quiet apartment. 

Oh, God! Martha groaned inwardly, knowing instinctively that it was Rusty. 
It was just like last weekend, when he had disturbed her in her quiet 
reading, only tonight, he couldn't have picked a worse possible moment to 
show up and torment her with his eager young body. 

She didn't make a move toward the button that unlocked the downstairs door, 
but the buzzer sounded again even more insistently than it had the first 
time. This time Lyle pushed the button as B.J. turned to the shocked young 
librarian and remarked casually, "I think your date is here." 

It was only a matter of a few seconds, but to Martha Price it seemed like 
light years until Rusty bounded happily through the now familiar door to her 
comfortable living room. He smiled broadly as he made his entrance, but 
suddenly his expression wilted when he saw his two classmates staring at him 
in surprise. 

No one spoke to break the thick silence that settled like a pall over the 
four stiffly confused bodies in the small one-room apartment. B.J. was 
probably the first to recover himself, and in his prematurely advanced 
imagination he reconstructed the whole history of the embarrassing 
situation. He and Lyle had been unwittingly correct in their imaginary 
presumptions about the new boy and the woman. The things they'd written in 
the book were inadvertently true-and suddenly he felt his cock twitch 
against his jeans zipper at the vast possibilities of the occasion. 

He turned to Lyle and then to Rusty, winking lasciviously. He didn't look at 
the librarian as he spoke slowly to the two other teenagers. "I think," he 
said slowly, surreptitiously unzipping his pants, "I think we all need a 
little practice with group sex ... to help us understand the book." 

Rusty gasped and Lyle smiled, immediately grasping the meaning of his 
suggestion. The stocky boy instantly followed the redhead's lead, and in a 
few short seconds both of them stood proudly naked, their awakening cocks 
growing longer and stiffer as Rusty and Martha looked on helplessly. 

"B-but...." Rusty choked hoarsely, feeling like an awkward child among 
adults. "Y-you can't do that to her." His developing sense of masculine 
protectiveness had been stimulated, but in his shock it came out more like 
the whine of a stubborn little boy. He looked to his older mistress for 
assistance, but Martha was too petrified even to acknowledge his meager 
efforts. 

"Sure we can, Rusty," Lyle said confidently. "She's probably a nymphomaniac 
anyway. C'mon, get your clothes off." 

Rusty shook his head in confusion, but B.J. taunted him with provocative 
obscenities. "You're not a virgin, are ya, Rusty? You're not scared of a 
little pussy! Miss Price likes fucking ... you know that! You gonna try to 
hold back on her? ... Look, she's not chasing us out, is she? You think 
she'd just stand there waiting if she didn't want us to fuck her? Come on, 
man, don't act like a scared chicken." 

"I-I guess you're right," the innocent boy from Ohio agreed reluctantly. In 
his short experience with the librarian he had always expected her to 
object, and say it wasn't right or something like that, before she finally 
gave in and let him touch her in the secret private ways that a man can 
touch a woman. Maybe the two boys were right about her ... maybe she was a 
nymphomaniac, and he'd just been too inexperienced to recognize it. The 
blonde woman still wasn't saying anything, so probably he had been mistaken 
about her all along. 

After that it happened all too fast. As Martha stared, Rusty hurriedly 
undressed himself while B.J. and Lyle locked the door and pulled the day-bed 
out from the wall. They threw back the carefully arranged upholstery cover 
that served as a bedspread and exposed the clean, white sheets of Martha's 
fold-down double bed. They turned out the bright kitchen light and lit two 
flickering orange strobe lamps over the bookcase, filling the room with a 
sensuous pulsing light. Martha couldn't say anything, and she was so 
immobilized with horror that she was afraid she would faint if she moved. 
Finally, the boys finished their hurried preparations and all three stood 
staring back at her. 

"Okay ... All we have to do is take her clothes off and then we can fuck 
her," B.J. directed, as if he was setting up a lewd scene in a pornographic 
movie. 

Oh, God, it's really happening, the blonde woman thought. She watched in 
frozen shock at the teenagers as they stepped toward her, forming a little 
triangle around her in her private personal sanctuary. "Please, boys," she 
finally managed to whimper. "I really don't want to do this ... I'm...." But 
what could she tell them of her duty toward the man she loved? What could 
these three lust-driven adolescents understand of the sacred relationship 
between a woman and her fiance? And how could she plead with Rusty, with 
whom she had enjoyed the pleasures of an illicit mistaken affair? 

Her desperate gaze met the Ohio boy's and for a moment of silence she begged 
him with her eyes. But Rusty punctured the tension with a husky whisper, "I 
think you do want it, Miss Price ... I can see it in your eyes." 

For Martha, that observation was the last straw. What had she done to the 
innocent young boy who had come to her with his fervent questions? Where was 
the home-town kinship she had always felt in him regardless of their vast 
difference in age? It was almost as if she deserved the thoughtless 
treatment she was getting ... for ruining the sweet sincere mind of the boy 
she had allowed herself to make love with, so long before he was emotionally 
mature enough to accept it. It was cruelly fair that now she should be 
raped, in the unthinking way she had taken Rusty's fresh virginity to 
satisfy her own needs. 

Then she shivered with an overwhelming sense of helplessness as the menacing 
trio moved closer to her. She pleaded with her eyes for mercy, but found no 
sign of acquittal in their leering stares. With lightning speed they were on 
her, pawing her with their hands, tearing at her clothing. She was 
completely demoralized as well as out-numbered, and there was nothing she 
could do in good conscience to resist. She stood almost passively as their 
boyish fingers moved demandingly over the softness of her half-naked flesh, 
until she was stripped finally to the nude, and she could do nothing but 
gaze hopelessly around, trying futilely to shield her full swelling curves 
with her hands as she attempted to digest the meaning of what was happening 
to her. 

For the first time, she took the opportunity to observe the naked torsos of 
the three young bodies that were revealed to her. She gasped at Lyle 
Benson's rippling body, noting that his penis was almost two times the size 
of young Rusty's. Then, turning her eyes furtively toward B.J. she sucked in 
her breath in awe. 

Even in its half-hard state, the tall youth's penis was unimaginably large, 
stretching downward for at least eight inches from its base in a thick bush 
of curling red hair. It was too massive for any woman to ever take into her 
vagina, and certainly none of the teenage girls in high school would be 
capable of enduring it. It was so huge that she suddenly feared the redhead 
would tear her apart, if he even tried to insinuate it into her own little 
pussy. Why, even on a grown man or in Playgirl pictures she had never seen 
anything like this boy's cock! 

"Don't worry about him, Miss Price," Lyle said soothingly, sensing her 
trepidation, "one of us'll fuck you first and loosen it up before B.J. goes 
in." 

"Oh, no ... Don't any of you do it...." the blonde whimpered as the naked 
boys grasped her around her shoulders and pushed her into the mattress of 
her own bed. 

"You don't want us to fuck you?" Lyle asked tauntingly. "Well, maybe we 
should eat a little pussy to get warmed up ... How's that, guys?" he 
suggested, turning to his friends. 

"That's okay," Rusty agreed hesitantly. "C-can I try it?" 

"Sure, be my guest," B.J. offered magnanimously, genuinely admiring the new 
boy's adventurous spirit. 

The blonde librarian was lost in a state of numbness as Lyle pressed her 
shoulders back into the pillows while the young boy she'd so recently 
initiated into the arts of loving climbed up between her already carelessly 
parted thighs. As she looked into his face she hardly recognized this wild 
little male animal as the innocent kid who had plied her with charmingly 
sincere questions. He really looked mad-not just angry, but hurt, 
too-injured by the fact that his secret older mistress was destroying his 
boyish image of her by offering no objection to the cruel lustful use the 
three boys were putting her to. She could tell he was out for vengeance, 
perhaps more than the boy realized himself, as he skimmed his fingers over 
the sensitive surfaces of her inner thighs. 

Martha shuddered and clenched her eyes shut against the sensation of Rusty's 
hands fluttering lightly over her erogenous flesh. A slight uncontrollable 
tremor of excitement rippled through her body at his surprisingly gentle 
touch, and she was torn between passion and shame and utter mortification as 
she watched his tongue slowly circle his lips in anticipation of the lewd 
lashing it was going to inflict on her helpless pussy. 

Relishing her twitching discomfort, Rusty began a slow tortured outward 
movement with his hands drawing her rosy cuntal lips slowly apart until the 
moist, gently pulsing slit of her vagina was exposed to the excited gaze of 
the other two eagerly watching teenagers. Then with a low animal-like groan 
of lust, the small dark-haired youngster dropped his head and buried the 
full length of his searching tongue up into the slippery depths of Martha's 
widespread cunt. 

The beautiful librarian's whole voluptuous body jerked suddenly and a gasp 
of enjoyment escaped her lips. Shocks of unwelcome pleasure began to purl 
through her belly and she lifted her head up from the bed to stare down in 
undisguised dismay at the sight of the young boy's head wedged between her 
open thighs. 

God, she asked herself, why am I letting this happen? It seemed as if she 
was watching this lewd scene from the outside, incapable of interfering with 
what she knew rationally was wrong. The answer, of course, was that she was 
being raped against her will ... wasn't she? 

"Now, Rusty, stop it ... Don't do this to me ... I explained it before," she 
muttered weakly, almost more to herself than to the boy. Her head fell back 
onto the sinking softness of the pillow. She couldn't let herself be 
conquered by the tantalizing tongue that was plundering without mercy in and 
out of the involuntarily dilating depths of her cunt. Yet even against her 
will she could feel the traitorous excitement building in her body until it 
felt like her nerve-endings were exploding in tiny bursts of flaming desire. 

The captive woman was finding it less and less easy to remember that she was 
being raped, being forced into cooperating in an obscene sexual orgy being 
perpetrated by the trio of lust-driven adolescent boys. Her straining 
muscles began to relax into a soft receptiveness as she felt Rusty's hot 
young mouth sucking even more eagerly on her naked pussy. She could feel him 
drawing the tingling folds of her vagina deep into the thrillingly warm 
cavern of his mouth and a long low sigh escaped from her throat to signal 
the beginnings of willing submission to the unwanted oral assault. 

Smiling in lewd self-satisfaction, the boy from Ohio pressed his face lower, 
pushing his open mouth against the desire-swollen wetness of Martha's 
defenseless cunt. He began to nibble gently at the quivering bud of her 
clitoris, and at this even more devastating sensation the spread-eagled 
woman's hips began a writhing of their own and soft mewling animal sounds 
leaked sensuously from between her tightly clenched teeth. 

Her gasps of surprised pleasure echoed through the little room, causing the 
other two boys to glance at each other with knowing looks before they 
crowded even closer for a better look at the lewd tongue-fucking that was 
being inflicted on the woman's pinkly palpitating pussy. She had jerked 
forward with the first hot teasing contact in an instinctive spasm of 
delight, screwing her buttocks hard up against Rusty's grinning face, and 
now her vaginal passage began automatically to expand and contract, 
clenching tightly as the slavering tongue continued to burrow deep inside 
her. Her breath exploded into the air in quick small gasps as he curled and 
flicked the darting tip all along the trembling hair-lined slit of her cunt, 
his nose rutting her clitoris to prompt a repeated involuntary arching of 
her nakedly churning ass-cheeks up from the bed. 

Rusty basked in his own personal triumph and the admiration of his two 
classmates as he worked hungrily over the twenty-four year old blonde on the 
bed, his tongue assiduously thrusting in and out of her flowering cunt, 
plunging again and again to make a wet sluicing noise with each limber 
penetration. His face dove deeper into the warm moist crevice between her 
thighs, and his lips sucked and teased hungrily at her clitoral nub, 
tantalizing her with the sharp tips of his teeth while she writhed and 
twisted her upthrust buttocks in a lewd dance of aroused desire and need. At 
last, he chuckled obscenely right between her thighs as he felt the nakedly 
spread librarian's hands move down to claw desperately at his hair in an 
effort to pull his face even tighter against her loins. 

All her inhibitions were lost and the lust-demented young woman groaned in 
shameless desire, grasping her young lover's head tightly with both her 
hands and pressing his mouth directly over the tight little hole of her 
impassioned vagina. Her cunt flowered open wider and wider as her moistness 
increased with each additional swipe of his thrusting tongue working in her 
wide-split crevice. The fragrant wetness of her inflamed flesh began to 
course in narrow trickles down the sides of the boy's perspiring cheeks, 
causing them shine obscenely in the pulsing light. 

"Shit," B.J. gasped, "she's really getting into it! Look at the way she's 
smashing his head into her pussy...." 

"Yeah, she's a nympho all right," Lyle agreed. "Sock it to her, Rusty," he 
added in encouragement to his new young friend. 

Martha could barely hear the boys' obscene comments, but Rusty reacted with 
even greater efforts to their general admiration of the job he was doing on 
her. His tongue licked even more gluttonously at her flame-seared pussy and 
her updrawn legs spasmodically opened and closed around his laboring face. 
The wild abandoned tempo of her grinding loins made it clear to the only 
recently initiated youngster that she was almost ready to cum, and his own 
stiff penis was throbbing with anticipation as he worked his mouth and 
tongue furiously over her pulsating cunt-slit, keeping in mind that he was 
very soon going to quit eating her and drive his cock deep up into the 
maddening softness of her wetly craving pussy. 

Frantically, Rusty pressed his pelvis into the mattress below her trying to 
massage his demanding hardness against the bedsheets at the same time as he 
slavered viciously into her cunt. The warm oozing scent of her 
lust-secretions nearly drove him crazy in his mounting desire, and suddenly 
he knew he had had enough. 

He was so excited that if he didn't get to fuck her pretty quick he was 
going to cum all over the bed, and with a groan he withdrew his glistening 
face from her loins and drew himself up in a kneeling position over her 
nakedly spread-eagled body. 

Martha gasped at the ceasing of the youngster's thrilling oral caress on her 
loins, and she was about to protest before she saw him lowering himself in 
between her thighs. She stilled the cry that rose to her lips, issuing 
instead of a soft mewl of passion as she threw her arms up around his neck 
and pulled him down onto her. She had been so close to orgasm that she'd 
almost thought she would die when he stopped eating her out, but she 
realized that he was going to fuck her, and the way she felt now, that would 
be all the better. 

As the excited blonde woman's legs kicked up and her heels curled around his 
sinewy hips, the trembling teenager thrust his pelvis forward toward the 
gaping slit of her lust-throbbing cunt. With no further preliminaries, he 
grasped his rigid little cock and guided it straight up into her excitedly 
waiting vagina, his body smacking down on her with a force that knocked the 
air from her lungs. He levered up on his arms again to watch his 
granite-hard penis as it poised lewdly embedded just inside the lips of her 
grasping moist pussy, then he drove it in as deep as it would go up into her 
hungrily pulsating orifice. His balls smacked with a thud against the crack 
between her upturned buttocks before she flexed deeply and withdrew. Then 
with another mighty thrust he rammed his whole skewering cock-length all the 
way into her again. 

"Oh, yessss," Martha moaned ecstatically beneath him as the warm moist walls 
of her vagina slipped wetly over his impaling cockshaft like a tight-fitting 
glove. The boy's thickly distended cock raced in and out of the hungering 
depths of her belly, her heated wetness surrounding him, lubricating his 
every stroke. As the youth ground his pelvis down into her hotly writhing 
flesh, the librarian strained back under him, arching her quaking loins, 
lifting both their pumping bodies and almost tossing him off her with her 
wild bucking up from the bed. 

This was just what she needed to distract her from the pressing moral and 
psychological implications of her wanton destruction of Rusty's innocence. 
She needed to be fucked, fucked mercilessly, by the same boy she had 
deflowered. Fucking was the answer to all the machinations of her mind and 
all the obscenely tingling aches in every nerve. The wantonly aroused woman 
chanted in lewd incoherence to the hard-driving youth as his jerking cock 
pistoned again and again into her mercilessly stretched pussy. Rusty's mouth 
suddenly fell down on top of hers and his tongue rammed deep between her 
lips, his saliva drooling down her throat as Martha sucked with an insanity 
born of lust, savoring the musky flavor of her own sex on the teenage boy's 
lips. She moaned deliriously as she strained her body toward the peak of 
sensation that was now so near she could almost taste it. 

And she continued to buck with ferocious abandon beneath the boy's slamming 
body, as she felt his cock stiffen and lengthen with the pressure of his 
teenage sperm. Suddenly she felt the white-hot liquid begin to spew far up 
into the hidden recesses of her womb as his tightened balls released their 
load like a firing cannon. Jet after needle-thin jet of his sticky cum 
ricocheted against the walls of her dilating passage, almost drowning her in 
its creaming flowing warmth. She jerked and churned even more wildly beneath 
him, her pussy lips milking frantically on the shaft of his erupting cock. 

His seminal fluid mingled lewdly with Martha's own oozing lust-juices as she 
strained desperately against his thrusting pelvis to reach her elusive 
orgasm. Her cuntal walls pulsed gratefully against his forever ejaculating 
penis, fervently seeking that final stimulus that would send her reeling and 
quaking in monumental release. 

But none came ... As Martha groaned aloud in agony and frustration, she felt 
Rusty's now-stationary cock give a final flexing twitch as it squeezed the 
last drop of his adolescent semen into the flooded passage of her 
unfulfilled cunt. She wriggled and clutched his perspiring young body to her 
loins, scraping hopelessly against his deflating cock to try to bring 
herself off. But it was too late ... It was no use. 

Tears of fury and frustration welled up into the beautiful blonde 
librarian's eyes. Rusty fell heavily forward on top of her, but rested only 
a few seconds before rolling over to get off the bed. He knew something was 
wrong-he knew the woman hadn't climaxed, and he felt a little embarrassed 
that the two older boys had seen him fail. He tried not to look at them as 
he stood over his former mistress, but Lyle came up behind him and bolstered 
his ego. 

'"You really gave it to her good, man! Look how she's just crying out for 
it...." 

Rusty's face brightened at the compliment, and he watched with interest as 
the other teenagers began to take over his unfinished task. 

Lyle was bending over her prone form, avidly watching as Martha twitched and 
jerked uncontrollably to try to keep her hand from digging into her aching 
loins. Her unsatisfied cunt was throbbing like a nerve out of control, a 
steaming oven dying to be filled. Her muscles felt so tense that she was 
afraid they might snap if someone didn't put a cock in her right away, and 
her passion-glazed eyes fixed hungrily on the fully extended penis 
protruding invitingly from Lyle's tantalizing loins. She reached out 
shamelessly to grope for the organ, but the boy skipped back gleefully, 
addressing his companions. 

"I think she's ready B.J....I think she's ready for your killer-cock!" Then 
he looked down at the sobbing form of the librarian. "Is that what you want, 
baby? Old B.J.'s cock up your cunt?" 

Martha didn't know or care what she said to the taunting young boy. She spat 
out the first words that reached her lips: "You know damn well that's what I 
want!" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

B.J. Stokes grinned lewdly at the pleading words that rose like a muffled 
lust-cry from the bed. He patted Lyle Benson gratefully on the back and 
motioned him aside. With proud deliberate movements he strode into Martha's 
passion-glazed view, letting her eyes grow wide with terrified hunger at his 
massively erected organ. 

She watched helplessly from the bed as the tall redheaded boy stretched out 
before her at the foot of the bed, standing right between her wide-splayed 
calves. Her blue eyes traveled slowly down his muscular body until they 
stopped, riveted securely on the giant cock that loomed out from under his 
belly like a huge third arm with a pair of fist-sized balls tightening below 
it. It was so large that she couldn't believe that it was real ... but then 
the egotistical boy flexed his muscles and it jerked obscenely, causing her 
to cringe back into the pillow. 

Martha closed her eyes and at the same time she felt the bed sink under the 
pressure of B.J.'s body as he lowered himself over her naked form. For a 
second she was afraid she would pass out from apprehension when the teenager 
grasped her wrists in one hand to prevent the struggle he expected from her. 
Then she felt the terrifying shaft of his cock brush threateningly along her 
inner thigh ... and the seriousness of her plight suddenly dawned on her. 

This was no dream ... this was really happening. This lecherous adolescent 
was really going to fuck her with his monstrous young cock, and even through 
her all-consuming lust she could tell that it would be too much for her. 

"Oh, my God," the blonde librarian cried, "I can't take that! You must be 
joking!" 

"You think not?" the redheaded boy asked in an amused tone. He was used to 
this kind of response from girls, although he hadn't exactly expected the 
experienced older woman to be quite this hesitant. "Ten seconds ago you were 
begging for it!" He reached down with his free hand to spread her thighs 
wide apart so that the delicately sensitive pussy-slit nestling in the soft 
blonde hair flowered into full view of the two smaller youths. B.J. seemed 
to take sadistic pleasure in the woman's writhing terror as she shook her 
head from side to side in disbelief. 

It's impossible! she screamed in her imagination. This boy is a freak-he's 
half-boy and half-stallion! If he fucked her with that monstrous appendage 
she would be permanently damaged ... why even Wes Nichols wasn't that 
well-hung. But despite her instinctive struggling, the librarian couldn't 
free herself from the teenager's iron-vise grip. She opened her eyes in 
incredulous amazement as she watched Lyle Benson and even Rusty Thaddeus 
crowd in close to help their distorted companion by grabbing her ankles and 
then folding them over her head in an unnatural jackknife position. Every 
muscle of her supple young body was stretching fully as gradually the flat 
plane of her hair-fringed pussy was offered up to the hulking giant of a boy 
like a sacrifice. She knew it would be easier like this, if she had to take 
the boy's cock at all, because the awkward acrobatics had the fortunate 
effect of pulling at her pussy-lips until they were opened in a completely 
abnormal but painless way. She sighed as she tried to relax her tensing 
muscles to ease the expected shock of his impending entry. 

B.J. grinned down at her cunt with candid lust, stroking his immensely 
distended penis with his hand as if in greedy preparation for the brutal 
assault he was about to launch. He inched slowly forward, his impatient cock 
jutting out obscenely, the great trunk of hardened male flesh bouncing 
lewdly as he flexed. Martha peered up at him as she watched the muscles 
bulge on the nearly-adult body that was lowering slowly into her openly 
exposed crevice. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the heavily jouncing 
young organ, even though she knew it was about to fuck up into her tight 
little pussy as deep as it would go. 

It is rape, she told herself sternly as if she was not fully convinced. Her 
senses were hypnotized by the sight of the advancing organ as her own 
lustful words echoed in her brain: "You know damn well that's what I want. " 
She couldn't believe that she asked for it, but the evidence was there, 
teasing and tormenting her confused imagination. She had begged insanely to 
have this boy's massive cock in her pussy, and now he was actually going to 
put it in. 

Suddenly B.J. jerked above her, his hips swinging back into the air. In 
spite of her fear, Martha flicked her own pelvis upward, searching with her 
grasping hot cunt for the gigantic pole of flesh that he was poising for the 
brutal plunge. As though she was under some kind of magical spell, she 
watched his great fanning cock-head as it found her warm moist vaginal 
channel and held itself above her for an unbearable moment before nosing 
into the hot clasping flanges of her hair-fringed cunt. 

The muscles of the boy's buttocks tightened as he lifted himself up higher 
over Martha's upturned loins. The thick palpitating head of his cock 
remained poised at her quivering pussy entrance for what seemed like an 
eternity before he allowed his pelvis to drop with one savage lunge as he 
drove the huge blood-filled tip of his penis up between her legs into the 
soft fleshy folds of her inner cuntal depths. 

Martha groaned uncontrollably with the unfamiliar sensation of the boy's 
huge cock-head impaling her cringing little vagina, and she flailed her head 
from side to side in abandoned delirium. Never in her life would she have 
dreamed that such an obscene penetration of her loins could be possible. 

The brawny youth flexed his buttocks again, twitching his lust-inflamed 
hardness another torturous inch into her aching cunt as she tried to loosen 
her legs from the firmly gripping hands of the other boys. The folded-up 
position was uncomfortable, and no matter how much she tried to relax, her 
muscles remained tense with their imprisoning hold. But Lyle and Rusty were 
unrelenting; from their vantage point they could see the lust-engorged 
length of B.J.'s mature cock as well as the pink, hotly stretching lips of 
the librarian's pussy. 

"Oh, let go!" Martha cried fearfully. "It's too big for me ... I have to let 
my legs down." She was certain she was being ripped apart from her anus to 
her trembling cunt, and she knew that the boy above her was not even all the 
way in yet. 

As the lewd penetration continued with relentless force, she felt the hot 
breath of the other boys leaning closer to her helpless body. There was no 
escape and she finally realized it fully. Resistance was futile. She felt 
their hands now clutching at her breasts, their teasing fingers mauling her 
rigidly erect little nipples and digging in roughly to the ripe white mounds 
of flesh. It seemed as though she was covered with a hundred tiny insects, 
some tickling and some tormenting as they worked feverishly to penetrate 
every opening of her defenseless body. 

"Please ... PllleeeaaaseI" she chanted hysterically, as tears of anguish 
overflowed her unseeing eyes. Her fruitless protests and useless writhing 
seemed only to incite the aggressive adolescent onward. He pushed his hefty 
pelvis forward to plow his lust-swollen penis deep up into her narrowly 
resisting passage, forcing rippling waves of lewdly stretched cunt-flesh out 
of its way as it burrowed unfalteringly forward. 

The suffering woman quaked convulsively as the gigantic shaft plunged 
nonstop into her belly. Her mind raced in a frantic attempt to understand 
what was happening to her as the hard-driving cock filled her loins, 
crowding out her internal organs as it tunneled in deeper and deeper. She 
thought crazily that it would burst through into her throat if it didn't 
stop soon, but still his rampaging penis drove farther upward, tearing her 
soul almost out of her body in its overwhelming barbaric sensuality. 

And suddenly it stopped! With an ass-crushing blow the boy's pelvis slammed 
against the nakedly stretched cheeks of her upturned buttocks and the 
immense sperm-filled testicles slapped into the widely split crevice 
exposing her sensitive little anus. The lust-inflated cock was sunk all the 
way to its wiry-haired base in her helplessly quivering cunt, filling every 
part of her tortured inner pussy-walls. 

B.J. groaned, hovering motionless for a moment over the imprisoned woman's 
deeply skewered body, waiting for her to adjust to the presence of his huge 
throbbing cock-shaft planted in her belly. He watched as her tear-streaked 
face began to relax, her tightly clenched teeth slowly opening in surprised 
relief as the initial agony of the intrusion rapidly faded. It isn't so bad 
... she thought tentatively, after having expected to feel her loins 
literally rip apart. And almost imperceptibly, she felt the unmistakable 
twinges of forbidden pleasure slowly begin to spark in her 
recently-frustrated belly. 

"Holy shit, Rusty, he got it in! B.J. got his old killer cock in Miss 
Price's hot little pussy!" Lyle gasped, bending closer to leer at the 
hair-fringed lips stretched out around the pulsing base of his friend's 
outlandish cockshaft. 

Rusty looked forward intently, awe-struck by the sight of his mistress 
skewered on such a massive instrument as B.J. Stokes's. He would have 
expected to be repulsed by the lurid scene, but he surprised himself with 
his vicarious interest. The librarian was some kind of a woman, he thought, 
to be able to take him and then old B.J. all the same night. The Perfect 
Lover had never hinted at the unfamiliar things that he was learning just by 
watching the more experienced boy pump his huge penis into the blonde 
woman's cunt. 

B.J. looked up at his admiring young companions. "She's tight, all right, 
but she can take it ... look she really digs having my cock up her pussy!" 

Laughing softly, he flexed his giant rod inside her and a deep sigh escaped 
Martha's throat. She tried to stop the maddening titillation, but he flexed 
again and again, teasing her pulsating cuntal walls with his filling 
pressuring hardness. The woman flinched in uncontrollable spasms as her warm 
passage began to automatically adjust to his extraordinary size, and he 
started to move his hips in a slow sensual rhythm, grinding his huge member 
tightly into her naked pussy, stretching the dilating walls until the 
rigidly pulsating shaft fit in the sheath of her vagina like a piston in a 
well-oiled cylinder. 

And then Martha felt the warm pressure of young hands moving lewdly over the 
twin half-moons of her ass-cheeks. She felt another pair caressing 
insistently the squashed out edges of her flattened breasts. In a hesitating 
moment of wonder she tested the movement of her previously trapped long 
legs, and she noted with surprise that they were free. Even though the two 
boys had freed her ankles of their restrictive grip, her legs remained 
lewdly twisted over head, her heels digging gently into B.J.'s muscled back. 

She shuddered in the minor triumph of her partial freedom, and for a second 
she failed to notice the fingers pulling at the fleshy hair-lined lips of 
her clamping cunt and then slipping obscenely to the sensitive little hole 
of her anus. She stiffened instantly as the exploring fingertip teased at 
the puckered opening like a tiny cock, pressing harder and harder. She 
winced as it suddenly popped up into the tightly surrounding ring of flesh 
and wormed its way gradually up and up in the squeezing tightness of her 
rectum. 

Squeals of protest burst from the librarian's lips, as she contemplated the 
unnatural horror of feeling a finger up her ass. Her vaginal passage was 
stretched beyond all repair, and now the added insult of the intruding 
finger was more than she could bear. Certainly she didn't deserve this too! 
Already she felt she had been humiliated beyond her just and fair 
punishment. As if to taunt her, the third boy's hands were teasing and 
tweaking at the exposed white flesh of her traitorously hardened breasts. 

Above her B.J. began a slow fucking motion in and out of Martha's 
wide-stretched pussy, kneeling over her jackknifed form like a lust-driven 
animal. The agonizing torture of his massively sliding cock began to send 
little tingles of desire fluttering through her loins. She tried to deny 
them, to quell the fire that was surely being kindled, but it was to no 
avail. The outrageous debasement to which she was being subjected was now 
creating a strange masochistic excitement stirring through her tortured 
flesh. She was being fucked ... she was finally being fucked again, and she 
was rapidly forgetting everything but the rejuvenated promise of release 
that it inspired. Attempting movement of her own for the first time since 
she had felt B.J.'s distended cock up inside her, she started to cautiously 
rotate her buttocks. The ecstatic sensations were almost unbelievable, and 
she allowed herself to fall into the rhythm of the big cock skewering in and 
out of her cunt and the hot finger-fucking of her anus. She ground her hips 
upward with increasingly lustful speed, and in a short time she was matching 
the grunting adolescent above her. 

"Mmmmmnnn ... Yesssss, " she chanted in final surrender to her body's 
demands. "Yesss ... Fuck me ... Yessss...." 

She squirmed her body hungrily beneath the dancing hands clutching at her 
sensuously maddened nakedness. Her eyes opened and she gazed through a smoky 
haze at B.J.'s contorted features. On either side of her were the naked 
bodies of the other youths, one of them massaging her breasts and the other 
one probing in and out of her clenching rectum in time with his friend's 
enormously violating cock. 

She was a willing prisoner, surrounded and defeated, but no longer fighting 
against the delicious sensations that were not coursing unchecked through 
her every nerve. She was lost in delight at the merciless assaults on her 
cunt and breasts and anus. She was trapped and helpless, but she was afraid 
if she had to choose this shameful punishment or complete reprieve, she 
would choose the punishment. 

"Keep fucking ... don't stop this fucking," she groaned huskily, rotating 
her uptilted buttocks faster and faster to keep pace with the two pistons of 
teenage flesh, one a penis and the other a finger, pummeling up into her 
fiery belly. Her entire being was centered around these two skewering 
instruments and nothing else mattered, neither shame nor fear, nothing but 
the wildly pulsating reality of the hard male flesh riveting into her belly. 

Then gradually Martha became aware that the pawing of her breasts had 
ceased, and she felt the hotly breathing presence of a youth near her head. 
She stretched her neck back to see Lyle Benson, his cock fully erected as 
before, moving to a kneeling position over her face. 

She heard his voice vaguely, but she didn't take the meaning of his words: 
"Hey, B.J., you're taking too long ... I'm going to fuck her in the mouth 
while you fuck her pussy okay?" 

"Hell, yes, whatever you want," the older boy said generously. "But I think 
it'd be easier if we turned her over." 

Martha didn't exactly understand what the teenagers were getting at, but she 
gasped in protest as she felt the out-sized cock being withdrawn from her 
now yearning loins. She started fiercely, but then relaxed and allowed the 
boys to roll her over onto her belly. 

B.J. grabbed impatiently at her satiny flanks and jerked her to her knees. 
She swayed off-balance as she knelt there on all fours, but quickly' she 
righted herself as her sex-drugged brain could focus on only one thing-to 
get that penis back inside her as quickly as she could. She smiled feebly as 
she felt the boy's gigantically pulsing cock again being wedged up between 
her open thighs from behind and unconsciously she waved the stretched moons 
of her buttocks back at him, feeling the huge head of his penis pressing 
against the lewdly dripping furrow of her cunt. With a loud grunt the 
redheaded boy behind her surged forward, impaling her body once more on his 
massively hardened penis, causing her to jump forward with surprise from the 
sudden thrust. 

Her startled mouth flew open just as Lyle Benson poised his own impatiently 
waiting cock before her lips, and without warning, it shoved between her 
moist red lips into the warm saliva of her mouth. She could feel the 
slippery glans sliding wetly up the full length of her tongue, tiny droplets 
of lubricating fluid seeping out of it to fill the cavern between her cheeks 
with its pungent, masculine young taste. 

She nearly choked as it rammed halfway down her throat, the full length of 
the boy's long hard penis disappearing between her firmly ovaled lips. And 
as the two youngsters began to thrust in and out of both ends of her 
sandwiched body, Martha was dimly aware of the swinging balls dancing 
against her throat and the short curly pubic hair that grazed her chin and 
nose each time Lyle shoved forward into her mouth. She breathed in small 
gasps of air on the stocky boy's out-strokes, feeling her need for oxygen 
mounting with her rising passion. 

Oh God, she thought inwardly as they pummeled her lust-driven form back and 
forth between them, using her captive body as a receptacle into which they 
would pump their raging sperm. Slowly the very debasement of the situation 
began to flicker through her mind and the obscene humiliation of being used 
this way by the three young males began to excite her even more. The flames 
of desire in her belly fired into a full-fledged roaring blaze and she began 
to roll her upthrust buttocks in luxuriating circles, tightening her 
deliciously ravished cunt muscles around the huge driving penis buffeting 
her from behind, sucking warmly on the one in her mouth, preparing to milk 
their bodies dry until she overflowed from both ends with sensuously flowing 
teenage cum. 

Behind her, B.J. was building swiftly toward his climax. He was thrusting 
into her harder and harder, battering mercilessly against the soft yielding 
crevice of her upturned buttocks. His abnormally big hands gripped her 
wildly jerking hips and her tender flesh squeezed out in tense white ridges 
between his clenching fingers. His lips bared back over his teeth and he 
could not close his mouth. He watched her in obscene triumph, the sight of 
her bucking and squirming before him as she was impaled from both ends 
sending chills up his spine. 

"Christ, I'm almost there," he grunted, looking up at his companion. 

Lyle groaned in incomprehensible agreement, ramming his distended cock hard 
between her elastically clenching lips. 

The saliva in Martha's mouth was becoming thick and sticky from the 
emissions of lubricating fluid that seeped from the end of Lyle's penis sunk 
to the hilt in her warm oral depths. She could see the boy's muscular hips 
straining in front of her face as though he were in the throes of a spastic 
seizure, and his strong fingers wound tightly in her shining blonde hair as 
he pulled her wide-stretched lips back and forth over the entire length of 
his thrusting male flesh. 

The ravished woman felt her own excitement mounting to dizzying heights as 
the granite-hard penis began to throb and thicken to greater hardness in her 
lewdly sucking mouth, driving forward almost to her tonsils as though in an 
unconscious effort to join and fuse with the mammoth cock pistoning up into 
her belly from behind. She had never felt so utterly used and debauched in 
her life and yet every moment seemed to bring her closer and closer to the 
brain-reeling orgasm she craved. She sucked with her mouth and waggled her 
upturned buttocks in frenzied abandon as she felt her peak approaching. 

She mumbled incoherently around the plunging instrument in her mouth, her 
only thought being to please the lust-crazed teenagers to the best of her 
ability. She twirled her tongue around the moist stickiness of the 
blood-filled cock-head, raising her eyes to look into the stock boy's face 
as she did so. 

He was looking down at her now, watching his thick cock-shaft disappearing 
and then reappearing from between her tightly ovaled lips. The very sight of 
it caused his loins to tense and jerk into her face, so that it looked as 
though the full length was sinking right down her throat. Her tongue with a 
nerve-tickling lick on the outstroke was making the head of his lust-bloated 
penis throb as if it had a heart within itself, beating in time to the 
pulsing orange light that filled the room. He was hypnotized by the soft 
inner flesh of her lips that were pulling out grotesquely, like the moist 
pink folds of a hungry cunt. Her full-mounded breasts jiggled and swayed 
against his knees, adding to the engulfing cloak of sensuality that 
enveloped him. 

He looked over her perspiration-gleaming back to his partner, while the 
older boy pumped furiously into her from behind. His monstrous cock fucking 
into her pussy was beginning to tense and inflate spontaneously into 
unbelievable hardness. His balls were burning with the insistent ache that 
drove him to batter into her wildly contracting cunt with pile driving 
thrusts. He felt as if his whole body would explode from the molten lead 
weight of his sperm-bloated testicles slapping heavily into her backside 
with each vicious thrust. His eyes rolled dazedly in their sockets taking in 
the shimmering flesh of the librarian and his friend, the savage beating of 
the light, and the heady aroma of the lustful writhing bodies ... and he 
knew it was the end. 

Martha felt her thighs being swept apart as the red-haired youth flexed into 
her the final time to spew suddenly his hot teeming load of cum into her 
uncontrollably dilating cuntal depths. She hunched back in sensual frenzy as 
she felt the first roiling spurts of seething sperm flood into her 
helplessly milking womb, filling it until she thought she would burst. She 
felt it dribbling back over the hair-covered lips of her forever stretched 
pussy jammed back against B.J.'s muscular loins. His huge churning balls 
slapped maddeningly against her clitoris, causing her to lunge spasmodically 
forward and bury her face even more tightly in the wiry pubic curls of 
Lyle's loins. 

Almost simultaneously she felt the cock in her mouth lengthen and throb 
jerkily against her cheeks. She couldn't wait for the rapidly approaching 
second when he, too, would release his load of boiling semen for her to 
swallow hungrily with her furiously sucking mouth. His sperm burst forth in 
fiery gushes, shooting straight back into her throat until she thought she 
would choke. The sticky tangy teenage cum slid hotly over her tonsils, and 
rolled gratefully through her throat as she swallowed voraciously to keep up 
with his offering. Her lips clasped tightly around the lurching rod of his 
adolescent penis and she was fearful of losing even a drop of his precious 
sperm. 

But the boy's long-delayed ejaculation was too copious. She could never have 
swallowed it all at the speed that it was being pumped into her gagging 
throat and in spite of all her efforts, little driblets of cum spilled out 
from the corners of her mouth. The glistening strands of the viscous 
milk-white liquid connected her lips to his pile-driving cock as it slid 
relentlessly in and out of her mouth. 

The impassioned blonde continued hungrily to thrust her hips back onto the 
monstrous penis that was still slamming its load of jism up into her eagerly 
working cunt. She drove back furiously with her pelvis, welcoming the warm 
moistness of B.J.'s spurting semen as she strained and tensed toward her own 
release. 

And then, with a wail that expelled the deflating cock from her exhausted 
mouth, she felt her body soar up and explode into what seemed like a shower 
of fiery blazing stars. 

"Ooooooaaaaaah! AAAAAAGGGHH!" the blonde woman screamed. "I'm cumming!" 

She convulsed spasmodically into the boy behind her, the wild raw ecstasy 
suddenly taking over her brain, sending it in crazy whirling spirals in the 
orgasmic passion of her long-awaited climax. Her blood rushed in torrents 
past her ears, millions of colored flashes burned before her eyes, and every 
nerve in her body exploded with the shattering power that seemed to shake 
the entire room. Her cuntal walls dilated and contracted wildly as her 
gushing female cum poured out to surround B.J.'s twitching penis with a 
boiling hot cushion. The boy was nearly thrown from his kneeling position 
behind her, and the force of her climax stunned his already-emptied cock 
into rigid stillness. For a crazy impossible second he thought he was going 
to cum again just from the librarian's frenziedly milking vaginal walls 
sucking on his deflating cock, but then, with a mighty backward buck, the 
blonde woman threw him off her and collapsed into the lust-drenched sheets 
of the bed. 

B.J. nearly fell back on the floor, but he recovered himself and stared 
wonderingly at his two young friends. 

"Jesus Christ!" he groaned hoarsely. "Jesus Fucking Christ!" 

Rusty was smiling proudly in the knowledge that he was the one who had 
discovered the young librarian, but his cock had stiffened painfully as he 
had watched the lewd activities of the others. Now he held it up in one hand 
and turned an inquiring expression on the redheaded boy. 

"Shall we do it again?" he asked lustfully. 

"And again and again all night!" Lyle rejoined, already feeling the twitches 
of another hard-on. "We've got a million other things to try...." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The anxiously-awaited letter from Wes Nichols arrived on Saturday morning. 
Martha Price was too worn out and exhausted from last night to take the 
interest in it that she should have, considering how she had been looking 
forward to it all week. But now, the incredible events of the last twelve 
hours had made all her previous worries sound like tame history. She was 
beyond guilt today, so complete and terrible had been her debasement at the 
insistence of the three young boys. It was as if nothing more could touch 
her because she had experienced the worst possible perversion of sexual 
activity that could ever happen to anyone. She felt oddly free, now that she 
had survived the debauchery, and the letter from Wes would just be 
peripheral. 

But as she glanced down the boldly handwritten page, her blurry eyes 
suddenly focused clearly on what he was saying. Wes was coming to 
California! His last exam before the quarter break was on Friday, and he 
would fly out the next morning. My God, the blonde woman whispered, that's 
today! How could she have forgotten Wes's schedule? He almost always came to 
visit her during his quarter breaks, just as she spent her whole summer in 
Ohio. In all her frantic worrying about the unexpected direction her sex 
life was turning, she had completely and unforgivably forgotten that her 
fiance would be out here so soon. 

In her sudden dismay, Martha let the letter drop to the floor. She rushed 
over to the bed and tore the obscenely dirty sheets off and replaced them 
with clean white sheets for Wes. She opened all the windows and lit a 
scented candle to rid the close little room of the lustful sex-odors she 
imagined hanging in the air. Hurriedly she stuffed all her wickedly dirty 
clothes in the hamper and vowed to do the laundry before her boyfriend 
arrived. Before he arrived? 

Oh, no! she cried internally. When does his plane get in? She scanned the 
letter frantically, but there was no mention of flight times or numbers. The 
letter said only that he would call from the airport to say when he got in, 
and he would take a taxi out to her place. At least that gives me time to 
get ready, the distraught librarian sighed. She immediately flew into a 
frenzy of housework, trying to get everything in order. 

She wondered what would have happened if Wes had been here last week, or 
even the week before, when she had first become involved with young Rusty 
Thaddeus. She might have figured a way to handle the situation better ... 
but of course, if Wes had been here she wouldn't have felt the pent-up 
desire in her loins that caused her to go ahead with the illicit affair ... 
It seemed silly, when she thought about it, that she should be separated 
from the man she loved when it caused her so much anxiety and pain. It was 
her career, naturally, that kept her out here in California away from Wes, 
but if her career was so important, why did she still find the time to get 
entangled in these lewd situations? She ought to be studying, and working 
diligently for a better library, instead of fooling around with the likes of 
B. J. Stokes and Lyle Benson. This peculiar neglect of her work had never 
happened to her back home, when she had been with Wes.... 

She always told herself that she was just having difficulty adjusting to 
life in California. But now ... this morning it seemed to stem from a 
different cause. Was it possible that she actually worked better when Wes 
was around, no matter what part of the country they were in? Could it be 
that her separation from her fiance was the problem, and not these 
aggressive high school kids in California? 

Martha stood still, broom in hand, as she contemplated the sobering thought. 
Wes would be arriving today, and she was determined to find out if she was 
right. She was going to pay careful attention to herself and her feelings, 
to see if she really did feel more enthusiasm for her work during the week 
that he would be here. 

The laundry was in the dryer downstairs and a roast was in the oven when 
Martha got the phone call from her fiance. She tried to convince him to let 
her come and pick them up, but he insisted that he would get there faster if 
he took a taxi. So, as the excited young librarian was folding the 
still-warm clothes from the dryer, her impatient fiance was urging the 
cab-driver to go faster and faster on the freeway. 

Handsome Wes Nichols was doubly anxious to see Martha this vacation. He 
wasn't bothered so much by her confession to having seduced the teenager, 
because he knew it was difficult for her to be alone out here in California 
while all her friends were back home. In addition, he trusted her completely 
when she wrote that she still loved him as much as ever, and that was the 
thing that really counted. Even though he had to admit that he had felt a 
little jealous of the adolescent at first, he was almost pleased that Martha 
had succumbed to him ... Because that meant she was loosening up a little. 
Always before he had been fully satisfied in his. sexual relations with the 
young librarian, but she had been a little straight-laced-not really willing 
to try new things. But Wes couldn't get over the feeling that she would try 
now, since she had already begun to get a taste of sexual liberation. 

And the second reason he couldn't wait to get to Martha's place was that he 
had what he thought would be good news for her. The high school librarian at 
one of the schools in town had been promoted, and there was a beautiful two 
year old library only minutes from the dorms, just waiting for a new 
director. If Martha played her cards right, he thought excitedly, maybe she 
could get the job! 

It seemed to both of them like hours before Wes's taxi finally pulled up in 
front of Martha's apartment building. Martha was watching excitedly from the 
third-floor window, and she fairly flew down to meet him as soon as he 
arrived. "Oh, Wes!" she cried, rushing into his arms on the sidewalk. She 
hardly gave him a chance to pick up his luggage and pay the driver before 
she eagerly led him up the stairs to her tidy little room. Wes wriggled his 
nose at the aroma of the roasting beef and happily pulled his fiance down 
onto the couch. 

"After I got your letter," he said, "I just couldn't wait to get here. I 
took my micro-organisms final early so I could leave today...." 

Martha's face sank apprehensively as the whole weight of last night's 
debauchery fell down on her shoulders once more. And here Wes was, all 
anxious to help her with the old problem-which was nothing compared to the 
things she had done since. 

Wes caught her sudden change of expression and hastened to add, "Honey, you 
won't believe it, but I'm glad! Of course you know I'd never want to share 
you with anyone-even an innocent kid-but ... but I think the affair was 
probably good for you." 

Martha's jaw fell open in shock. 

"Now, sweetheart, don't be alarmed. You know you were a little ... a little 
timid before. I'm really pleased that you've opened up. That will give us a 
chance to ... to do all the things we've never done before." 

The poor librarian's brain whirled. She hadn't been ready for this. She 
expected to be scolded, or advised, or chided, or almost anything ... but 
this approval was more than she could comprehend. She didn't know whether to 
laugh because it was so easy or cry because Wes was so unconcerned-her 
facial muscles were twitching uncertainly in her confusion. 

"Oh, Martha, don't worry about it! You do feel more liberated about sex now, 
don't you? Don't you feel like you're ready to try different things?" 

Martha couldn't imagine anything different from the variety of lewd acts 
she'd participated in just last night, but she had to agree that the whole 
episode had left her conscience feeling freer than she'd ever known it to 
be. She nodded vaguely at first, and then smiled in her conviction that her 
fiance was right. 

"So," Wes continued animatedly, "do you want to see what I've been thinking 
about all the way out here?" Without waiting for a reply he began to strip 
off his clothes. Martha barely suppressed a gasp as she caught sight of the 
rigid shaft of his cock standing up in obscene erection from between his 
thighs. His long hard penis was visibly throbbing as if with a kind of 
violent passion, and she couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight. She had 
never seen it look so big, never seen it look so thick and heavy and 
inviting. 

"Are you ready to feel a little of this in your asshole?" he asked grinning, 
holding his penis in one hand. He couldn't suppress his excitement and 
anticipation, and his enthusiasm rubbed off on his fiance even though she 
tried to avert her eyes. 

Martha was blushing as Wes gently began to unbutton her printed blouse and 
tug at the zipper of her short leather skirt. He nearly tore the blouse from 
her shoulders in his hurry and his fingers trembled as he unhooked her 
enticingly thin lacy brassiere. She bent down to help him unfasten the 
garters that held her silken stockings arid he peeled them down both at the 
same time so she had to jump to keep from falling over as he yanked them off 
her feet. She removed her bikini panties herself, but Wes was watching with 
hungry admiration her every move. And in seconds, she was completely naked 
and vulnerable before him, still not believing that he actually intended to 
go through with that lewd thing she had read about in The Perfect Lover. 

"Come on, Martha, let's take the bed out," he urged, throwing the cushions 
off the day-bed onto the floor. 

"B-but Wes, do you really want to ... I mean, it's so unnatural...." Martha 
whimpered feebly. Even though she knew she'd already experienced the worst, 
she still felt a tiny reserve of apprehension for this one last act of 
sexual experimentation that she had been spared last night. 

"Sweetheart, of course I do! Don't be frightened, baby ... I know you'll 
enjoy it." 

Looking into his enthusiastically lustful eyes, she realized that it would 
be futile to resist. 

He looked the way he had on the very first night they'd made love, and she 
remembered how he had completely quieted her fear with his strong masculine 
tenderness. She turned and began to help him make the bed, taking off the 
upholstery cover and folding down the fresh sheets she had just put on 
today. Her heart was pounding furiously in her chest as she dropped down 
onto the bed. Then a muffled moan of remembered ecstasy welled up in her 
lips as Wes climbed up beside her, his hands reaching out to grab 
delightedly at her trembling nakedness, his fingers digging in lovingly to 
the soft mounds of her quivering breasts. He stroked over her hips in 
smooth, caressing gestures which evoked the familiar tingling response 
through her suddenly throbbing vagina. A thrill of excitement rippled over 
the entire surface of her naked skin, and for a moment she imagined that 
this was going to be the lovemaking they had experienced before, before she 
had so stubbornly decided to come to California. 

Then, just as she was beginning to relax, the hopeful blonde felt Wes's 
fingers tighten over her hips, and before she could resist she found herself 
face-down on the mattress. He urged her to kneel up on all fours, pulling 
her beautiful satiny buttocks up high off the bed as her head lowered 
correspondingly into the pillow. The realization of what was happening to 
her gradually dawned on her again, but despite her inherent fear of the act, 
she had to admit to a certain amount of curiosity as well. Her back arched 
abnormally as her naked ass-cheeks jerked into Wes's grip, high in the air 
and utterly defenseless. 

Martha felt her fiance's fingers working eagerly at her quivering buttocks, 
and she gasped involuntarily as his nails dug into her smooth skin. 

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry," he apologized immediately. He switched to his thumbs, 
which were larger and softer. He inserted them between the creamy white 
mounds of her buttocks and slowly pulled them apart, and Martha could hear 
the quick intake of his breath as the warm secret crevice between them came 
into his view. For a moment she dared to hope that he would fuck her 
properly, the way he used to in Ohio, but then she sighed in resignation 
when she felt the flickering tip of his tongue licking hotly and wetly up 
between the widespread mounds behind her. She wiggled forward in a frantic 
effort to escape the teasing sensation, but Wes held her firmly, cooing 
gently into the heated split. 

"That's okay, sweetheart ... Don't worry ... I'm being gentle." He scraped 
his front teeth along the cringing flesh, but stopped instantly when Martha 
moaned out loud again. 

She thought for another second that he had changed his mind, but it was soon 
obvious that he hadn't. Again he was forcing her quivering buttocks apart 
firmly from the outward pressure of his thumbs. And then she opened her eyes 
in wide disbelief as she felt the distinct prodding of his outstretched 
finger right against her defenseless anus. She tried to edge away from this 
obscene pressure against the tiny elasticized opening, apprehension creeping 
like cold fingers up her spine. Her brain went numb in unexpected fear and 
she suddenly felt paralyzed, completely surrendered to the will of her 
future husband. 

Wes felt his fiance's hesitation and slowed down to give her time to adjust. 
He pulled his finger back a little and swirled the tip of it around just 
inside the clenching brown ring to give her the feel of its intrusion. Then 
he pressed inward again, and with a slight pop it slid up into the crinkled 
little orifice. 

Wes stared down hungrily at the smooth white moons of Martha's alluringly 
spread ass-cheeks and the exciting view of his middle finger half-embedded 
in her tight back passage. He smiled lewdly to himself, looking forward to 
the act to which he was about to subject her. He had waited to do this for 
so long now, all the time he had lived with her and ever since she had 
moved, and it was ironic that the opportunity would present itself in such a 
peculiar way. But as he rotated his finger in the narrow passage until the 
second knuckle and finally the third were encased in the resisting flesh, he 
was sincerely glad that it had finally come about. 

He probed curiously into Martha's cringing rectal depths intent on 
stretching the rubbery walls as far as he could before he inserted his cock. 
Her puckered rectal opening was warm and throbbing around his finger, and 
when he felt its thrilling caress he was spurred on lustfully to carry out 
the tantalizing fantasy he had brought with him from Ohio. He was really 
going to fuck her back there, right in the little brown puckering hole of 
her anus. 

Martha was frozen in abject submission and partial curiosity. This was too 
unfamiliar, too unlike Wes the way he always had been back home. Although 
she knew he was being tender and careful with her virginal rectum, she still 
felt the same apprehension of the unnatural act that she had felt when she 
first read about it. She wanted to trust Wes, she wanted to believe that he 
would never hurt her, but his strange lust-driven insistence filled her with 
suspicion. 

"Loosen up honey ... I'll never be able to stick my cock in if you don't 
relax," he advised softly, bending forward over her wide-held buttocks. 

The blonde librarian remained motionless, making a conscious effort to do 
what Wes said. But no matter how hard she tried to convince herself that 
everything would be all right, hot tears of misery began to fill her puffing 
eyelids, and she put her head down into the pillow so Wes wouldn't see that 
she was crying. Her body felt tense and cramped and her tiny anal opening 
was throbbing with the unaccustomed impalement, but it was nothing compared 
to the mental agony she was suffering silently. She was about to be fucked 
in the ass by the man she loved, and she wasn't feeling the excited thrill 
he expected her to feel. Somehow it was different to be used wantonly by a 
group of thoughtless teenage boys than it was to be violated anally by your 
future husband. She knew it was irrational, that she should be every bit as 
enthusiastic as he was, and this realization made her all the more 
miserable. 

She was so lost in remorse that she hardly noticed when Wes finally withdrew 
his finger and began rubbing the pulsating head of his cock up against her 
parted rectal opening. His long surging hardness throbbed like a living 
thing against the tiny puckering opening, but Martha was ready. Nothing 
could hurt her if Wes did it, and she had to believe that if she was going 
to trust him in marriage. 

The lust-incited graduate student gazed down proudly at his thick throbbing 
penis poised at his fiance's tightly clenched anal ring, and he breathed 
deeply in lustful satisfaction. Then he positioned the blood-swollen head of 
his cock right against the small fearfully closed ring of flesh, noting with 
a swell of pride the glaring difference in size between it and his 
desire-thickened cock. His penis was going to slide right up inside her, and 
he was going to make sure she enjoyed it ... so she would beg for more after 
they were married. What a stroke of luck that she had come to California 
alone to give her the opportunity to cast aside her puritan ideas. 

Finally, with a deep groan of anticipation, Wes surged forward to ease his 
blood-heavy penis against the still-clenching little entrance to her rectum, 
trying with all his might to insert its pulsing thickness into the tiny 
aperture. 

It seemed for a while that no matter how hard he pushed or how carefully he 
stretched aside her buttocks, he wasn't going to be able to get it in. It 
blunted against the resisting elastic ring or it slipped downward toward her 
wetly dripping cunt. He heard Martha gasping incomprehensibly and he was 
afraid that he was hurting her. Soothingly he whispered to her while at the 
same time he drove his hips forward toward the wrinkled little hole. 

"It's okay, darling ... Everything's okay ... You're a little tight, but if 
you relax, it won't hurt. I promise ... promise you, you'll love it." 

With that, he lunged against her again, ignoring his apprehensions about the 
nakedly cowering woman before him. This time, with Martha's acquiescing 
help, he succeeded in popping just the massive head of his palpitating cock 
up inside her vainly resisting anal opening. Grunting, he held his 
blood-swollen shaft there for a moment before flexing his hips forward 
again. He let Martha catch her breath and then he pushed relentlessly 
inward, sliding his long hard penis deeper and deeper up into her heatedly 
cringing anus. 

"Oh, Wes ... It's so big," Martha whimpered as her gleaming white buttocks 
levered up, impaled by the surging rod of male flesh. Electric shocks jolted 
through her body, not unlike the tingles of arousal she loved, but not 
exactly the same, either. She wasn't sure if it was pain that she was 
feeling ... The little pinpricks shot forth from her belly and throughout 
her body causing her to tremble involuntarily in confusion. She thrashed 
against her future husband as he continued to plow his thick penis ever 
deeper into her barely yielding back passage, his fingers locked securely on 
her tender ass-cheeks to spread them as far apart as he could. 

Inch by inch, he slowly fucked his long hard cock up into the hotly clasping 
depths of her rectum, his eyes closed in exertion and beads of perspiration 
breaking out all over his face. He was aware of Martha's willing assistance, 
as he heard her grunting while she forced her ass-cheeks upward. 

"That's it ... just like that," he encouraged her, as she twisted beneath 
him until the coarse hair of his loins smacked into the quaking softness of 
her buttocks. His fleshy thickness was buried all the way in her now ... He 
had sunk his cock to the hilt in her anus! 

"Baby, we made it," he exulted excitedly behind her, flexing his heavily 
swollen penis deep within the confines of Martha's no longer virginal 
rectum. "How does it feel, honey? How do you like having my cock in your 
ass?" 

His crude words made Martha cringe, but his obvious pleasure was contagious. 
Although she was still whimpering tiny sobs of anguish, the small surges of 
pleasure were undeniable as she felt the reality of the overpowering 
presence of that rigidly pulsating shaft of cock-flesh sunk deep in her 
rectum. She would never in her life have expected such perversity from Wes, 
but she welcomed the rhythmic sawing he began in and out of her unnaturally 
impaled rectum. 

He lunged the full length of his pulsating rod again and again up into her 
throbbing nether passage with smooth searing strokes. He thrilled at the 
sight of her pinkly clasping flesh pulling out with the thick base of his 
cock every time he withdrew for another powerful lunge up inside. He grinned 
through his panting breath at the delicious recognition that he was actually 
butt-fucking his future wife, and she was actually enjoying it. 

And much to her amazement, Martha was slowly feeling the strangeness 
disappear to be replaced by an oddly perverse enjoyment of the fucking she 
had wanted to avoid. She began to respond, tentatively at first, as she 
thrust her ass back hesitatingly to meet his forceful forward lunges. The 
first stirrings of the passion she'd always felt with Wes before were 
gradually rekindled in her body. In almost no time at all she was twisting 
and waving her slavishly upthrust buttocks back violently against him as if 
in lewd invitation for him to fuck her even deeper and harder. Her 
ass-cheeks were swinging in great rotating circles, clenching tightly around 
his cock with a slight throb of her rectum every time he lunged into her. 

Sweat poured freely from Wes's face now as he stared in ecstatic delight at 
the sight of his balls smacking resoundingly against her moist cunt every 
time he sunk his penis into her wide-split nether crevice. Even though he 
had dreamed of this moment for literally years, he had never fully believed 
that he would ever have the chance to try it. Now he was doing it and she 
was loving it, as he could see by watching the wiggling of her buttocks and 
the whipping of her long blonde locks of hair as she flailed her head from 
side to side in reckless abandon. She bucked back frantically in an effort 
to get more and more of his lewdly vanquishing cock embedded up in the tight 
little hole of her rectum. 

"Oh, fuck my ass, Wes ... Fuck it...." she chanted beneath him as he pressed 
forward as far as he could, pulling the softly yielding cheeks of her 
buttocks wide apart to better reveal her anus to his gaze. He shoved deeper 
into her, holding it far up inside and flexing it teasingly to prompt the 
impassioned squirming of her ass-cheeks back against his loins. 

With long smooth strokes, Wes resumed the lewd pistoning into his future 
wife's quivering anus. He rammed into her hard and deep with mighty lunges 
that buffeted her body down against the mattress. The sweat from his 
forehead spilled onto her lovely hollowing back, glistening on her soft 
white skin. His breath came in short gasps and he gripped the tops of her 
thighs with his fingers squeezing with all his might to pull her back over 
his hotly expanding cock as though he were fitting on a boot. And he 
relished the animalistic groans of delirious pleasure that rose from her 
lips as she responded to his assault. 

"See, baby?" he panted between heavy inward thrusts. "See, I told you, you 
would love it...." 

Martha waved her buttocks joyfully in response to Wes's pounding thrusts, 
her mind blurred by the intensity of the sensation. All she could feel was 
the exquisite warm wetness in the crevice of her ass-cheeks, and she was 
filled as she'd never been before. She was her future husband's loving wife 
already and this unnatural anal rape was a joy to submit to for his tender 
love. She wanted him to cum in her, to shoot his great load of seething 
adult sperm deep up into her unaccustomed rectum, and she strained back 
against his burgeoning penis as she felt it throb to greater length and 
hardness, stretching the muscles of her anus almost beyond endurance. 

"Oh, darling, you're right ... I love to feel you inside me. I want you to 
cum in me, Wes ... I want you to cum in my ass," she cried deliriously as 
she felt him thrust the full length of his rock-hard cock up into her 
rectum, his body jerking convulsively, his hands tearing at her flesh in 
wild abandon. 

Then she stiffened and screamed with delight as the first hotly churning 
droplets of his thick-shooting cream began to spurt into the further-most 
depths of her ravished rectum. It surged through her body like a volcanic 
eruption, warming her belly like a tingling hot whirlpool bath as he shoved 
forward with a powerful thrust that made his bloated balls dance maddeningly 
over her stiffened clitoris, teasing the turgid little nub with the promise 
of approaching release. 

The graduate student's penis pumped relentlessly into the librarian's back 
passage, his hot sticky fluid shooting along the jerking tube of his cock 
and erupting in a rolling torrent in the helplessly flooded depths of her 
rectum. Martha could feel him pounding into her from behind, and every 
spurting thrust of his exploding cock pushed her ever closer to her own 
climax. 

And then the blonde's body tensed and shuddered as the long-awaited peak of 
orgasmic sensation was finally achieved. She felt the explosion of her 
climax firing hotly in her belly and sending sparks of ecstasy shattering 
through every nerve. Her rectum seemed to milk involuntarily on Wes's 
twitching cock, trying to suck the last precious drop of his pleasure-giving 
cum from the now-deflating organ. Her whole body shivered convulsively, her 
leg muscles kicking out against Wes's knees, her back undulating in raw 
shimmering lust. At last her feverishly thrashing muscles relaxed, and with 
a slight wet sucking sound she felt her fiance's penis slip limply from her 
cum-drenched little rectum. A sudden rush of cool air washed over her 
unnaturally ravished loins as Wes rolled off and sagged on the bed beside 
her. 

It was a long time before either of them spoke. They lay on top of the 
twisted sheets gasping and panting in exhaustion, sometimes looking at each 
other and smiling, sometimes closing their eyes in peaceful relaxation. 

Finally Wes broke the silence with a smooth whisper. 

"Martha?" 

"Yes?" 

"Martha, I think we should get married right away...." 

So do I, her heart cried silently, but her mouth formed the words: "But what 
about my job? ... and your degree?" 

Wes rolled over and laid a gentle hand on her full white breasts. He stroked 
softly at the taut little bud of her nipple. "I forgot to tell you this ... 
I was so anxious to make love to you ... There's a librarian position open 
at Highland High School-it's only a mile and a half from campus. You could 
... Could you...?" 

"Oh, my God, Wes! Could I? I will! I will! I'll come back with you tomorrow, 
or any time you want!" 

Her enthusiasm was so quick and prompt that Wes felt a twinge of hesitation. 
"You might not get the job ... I only said it's open." 

"Oh, darling, I don't care. I don't care! I can't wait any longer to be with 
you forever...." And Martha knew that her place was with Wes, as Mrs. 
Nichols, because only there could she achieve the wonderful dreams of sexual 
security she had nurtured so faithfully for so long.... 


THE END
