Little Miss Pussycat
by Suzanne Mellows


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 

Fourteen year old Alice Grady kept watching the tall wavy-haired male 
teacher before the class. The rest of the students were engrossed in the 
history lesson he had set before them, but history was the farthest thing 
from the fourteen year old girl's mind at that moment. That was the way it 
always was when Mr. Bond was in the room. She could think of nothing else 
but him, nor could she refrain from stealing hot little furtive glances when 
he wasn't looking her way. 

He was so handsome, sitting there in a three piece navy suit, licks of his 
thick black hair curling over his shirt collar. He reminded her of ... well, 
she didn't quite know who, but he sure looked so much more attractive than 
the other teachers, even though they were younger and wore more casual 
clothes ... even jeans now that the school dress code had been changed. 

No, Clayton Bond was her favorite teacher, ever since she had come to the 
school last term. Ellen Miller, her best friend, liked him too best of all 
and Alice stole a look across the desk at her friend. But Ellen was busy 
concentrating on the history lesson-Ellen wasn't too good at history and had 
to really struggle to get through it. Alice glanced up again at the handsome 
teacher and was disconcerted to find that he was looking at her. 

"Have you finished reading the chapter, Alice?" he asked in his deep, rich 
voice, and the girl blushed as she bent over her desk. 

Oh wow, if he only noticed her. Really noticed her, sort of singled her out 
like. But of course, he didn't because to him she was just one more of the 
students. He didn't realize that she was crazy about him, that she dreamt 
about him day and night. If he knew that, maybe he'd look at her 
differently. But she couldn't tell him that, could she? 

He was very understanding, all right, but he might not like her telling him 
that she loved him. And he looked so sad and worried sometimes, that she'd 
love to put her arms around him, help him to feel better, may even kiss him, 
just like in her dreams. 

She never told anyone at all about those dreams, not even Ellen. They were 
something secret and special and to share them would spoil them. But every 
night before she went to sleep, she'd lie in bed, dreaming about what he'd 
look like without that sober three-piece suit, with a strong dark muscular 
body. She'd run her hands along her own prematurely large, but firmly 
rounded breasts and then down the slight flare of her adolescent hips to the 
soft little beginning fuzz on her pussy. Just thinking about him would make 
her hotly budding young clitoris tingle with awakening awareness and she lay 
there gently stroking herself. God, she hoped there was no way anyone in the 
class could tell now what she was thinking about. She was glad she wasn't a 
boy or she'd have a big hard-on she'd have to hide.... 

She couldn't resist sneaking another glance at the handsome teacher. 
Luckily, he was frowning over some homework on his desk and couldn't see her 
furtive look. She could see the slight bulge in his pants where his cock was 
nestled and could make out the ridges of his muscles beneath his pants. God, 
she shouldn't have done that, because now she could feel her breath coming 
harder and that tingle between her legs just getting stronger and stronger 
and she was afraid she'd have to ask to be excused so she could go to the 
girls room and rub it until she felt her legs get weak and she gushed all 
over down there between her legs. She felt her face all red and flushed and 
hoped to God no one could tell what she was feeling. 

She decided to try and hold it back by focusing on that darned history 
lesson. Anyway, it wouldn't be very long till the bell went off and school 
was out. Maybe this afternoon she'd put her plan into practice. It wasn't a 
very masterful one, or even well throughout, but the sixteen year old 
student was determined to bring herself to her manly teacher's notice, no 
matter what she had to do. She had promised to go shopping with Ellen, but 
her best friend would understand. Yes, maybe today would be the day.... 

At the front of the History class, Clayton Bond was also anxious for the 
bell to ring. The day had seemed interminably long and he had so much on his 
mind. He had gotten the papers in the mail this morning from his attorney 
had he wanted to go over them when he had plenty of time. God, how this 
divorce business was dragging on and on! He had never imagined that it would 
take so much time and paperwork to dissolve an already disintegrated 
partnership. It was so easy to get married, but so hard to rectify the 
mistake, if it turned out to be that. 

And it certainly had in his case. No one, least of all himself, had ever 
dreamt that his marriage to Carol Ann Flood would be a failure. They had 
known each other all their lives, had grown up together in Newton. They 
hadn't even left Massachusetts to go to college and when they had both 
graduated, they decided to get married. Not that it hadn't all been planned 
for a long time, and he had been sure he would never love anyone but Carol 
Ann. 

But the marriage was a dismal failure right from the start. They just 
weren't compatible-it was as simple as that. Their impassioned teenage 
necking had turned to cold ashes in their marriage bed. They both discovered 
that growing up next door to each other, seeing each other every day, and 
almost every night, was just not the same as actually living together. No, 
it just hadn't worked out and before their first anniversary, they knew that 
it was all over between them. But for ten miserable years, they stayed 
together, fearful of what their parents and mutual friends would think, not 
to mention the town itself, the mysterious "they" the spectre which haunts 
all inhabitants of a small, closely knit community. 

If Carol Ann hadn't fallen for Marty Barron, a new arrival in Newton, things 
would probably have drifted on forever. But suddenly, Carol Ann had found a 
reason to want to be free, and when she and Marty ran away to Boston, he had 
started divorce proceedings. And now, a year later it still wasn't quite 
through. His attorney, an older woman named Charlotte Carter, kept assuring 
him that everything was just about ready, but she had been saying that for 
so long now. 

Besides, what did it matter to him whether he was divorced or not? He had no 
intention of ever marrying again-he had found out that the marital state was 
definitely not for him. In fact, he discovered that basically he just wasn't 
interested in women and what they had to offer. Secretly, he felt that they 
had nothing to give him. At times, he feared that his lack of desire for 
them was not too normal, but when he looked around and saw the misery of 
most married couples he was sure that none of them like each other all that 
much. In fact, he felt that most of his married friends hardly ever fucked 
each other at all. So why pretend, he asked himself. 

His masculine pride had been severely injured because another man took his 
wife away, but his good looks and strength attracted women so easily. In 
fact, ever available woman in town had chased him when they learned he was 
free, but his coolness soon enough discouraged their advances. 

He had thrown himself into his work and made it his life. But if only the 
divorce were over, and he could settle down to living quietly and without 
worry. He had moved out of the house he and his wife had shared and into an 
apartment. They had fortunately had no children, so he was almost free from 
all of it now. 

The final fifteen minutes of school ground slowly on and both teacher and 
students alike breathed a sigh of relief when the bell finally rang in the 
corridor. The usual clamor ensued as the students rushed out of the room, 
all restraints forgotten. 

Now I can go see Charlotte Carter about those damn divorce papers, Clayton 
Bond said to himself as he began to gather up the homework books he was 
taking home with him. Not that he was looking forward particularly to that 
little interview. Charlotte Carter was in her fifties and the tough old 
broad, even though she was beautiful in a severe sort of way, was known to 
be the sharpest lawyer in town. But Clayton was beginning to regret having 
hired her. The interest she took in him was more than professional. The 
older woman was always giving him what she thought were seductive looks, 
then resting her palms on his thigh every time she wanted to make a point. 
The old gal probably hadn't been fucked in a decade, and he'd lay money on 
the fact that her cunt was lined with sharp little shark teeth ready to bite 
off any male cock that got within reach of it. 

Well, he'd just have to bear it one more time, at least. His methodical 
nature wouldn't allow him to leave unsettled and undiscussed several new 
clauses which had appeared in the papers he got his morning. After all, that 
was what attorneys were for, wasn't it? He'd just have to ignore her 
ambiguous remarks and wickedly suggestive stares. He was glad to be rid of 
his one wife, and was damned if he'd get entangled with another one, 
especially one that would run his life like clock work if he ever got 
involved. 

Deep in his troubled thoughts, Clayton hadn't noticed that one of the girls 
had lagged behind. 

"Alice! What are you waiting for?" he questioned, his voice unusually sharp. 

The girl looked abashed, and immediately the conscientious teacher felt a 
pang of guilt. She looked worried, and it was up to him to find out what was 
bothering her. His handsome face relaxed, his strongly chiseled features 
taking on their more usual concerned look, and when he spoke again his voice 
was gentle and solicitous. 

"I'm sorry Alice for snapping at you! It's just that I was deep in thought 
... and I didn't expect to see you there! Is there anything I can do for 
you?" 

A wave of relief swept over the agitated teenager. When he had snapped at 
her, and looked at her so disinterestedly and coldly, all her courage left 
her and she had sincerely wished that she hand gone to the malt shop with 
Ellen to have a milkshake. But it was too late for that now. She had decided 
to stay and put her meager plan into operation, and for a moment it looked 
as if it was going to be a dismal failure. The man who had spoken so harshly 
to her had seemed like a stranger, not the handsome hero that she loved. 

That horrifying moment had passed, though, and things were going the way she 
had planned again. "I'm ... I'm sorry, Mr. Bond, I didn't mean to disturb 
you. But I've got a problem. In ... in history!" 

"But you're very good in history, Alice, Clayton said warmly. 

The disconcerted girl didn't say anything, but looked dumbly down at her 
feet. 

"Well, sit down and tell me about it," he went on, pulling over a chair 
beside his own. "It must be a very difficult problem indeed to be troubling 
you!" 

Alice quivered inside from his compliment and felt a twinge of guilt at what 
she was doing. But she brushed it aside, and fervently hoped that he 
wouldn't see through her plan. Not that there was anything really to see 
through. All she wanted was to be able to spend some time alone with him, 
just to be near him, to have him talking to her alone, concentrating on her, 
without an audience of thirty other kids. Now she had engineered that, and 
she only hoped that he'd believe that the history homework really did puzzle 
her. Of course, in fact, it didn't because she was a whiz at history, not 
like Ellen, who couldn't even do the simplest thing. 

But Clayton had no inkling of the ruse his student was pulling. Perhaps if 
his mind had been wholly on what he was doing, he would have realized that 
the problem she had presented to him was entirely within her power to solve. 
But in fact, his mind was far away, turning over questions about new parts 
in the legal documents he had just received, rationalizing his aversion to 
visiting his lawyer. 

Alice, however, was fully alert, her every nerve ending alive with the 
realization that she was at last sitting right next to her dark-haired male 
teacher, so close she could smell his shaving lotion. So close she could 
reach out and touch him if she wanted. Well, she did want to ... she wanted 
to lean over further and kiss him. But she knew that she couldn't ... just 
right now anyway. Even though the temptation was unbearably strong. She 
stole a glance at his face and studied the slight frown between his brows as 
he carefully explained what he thought was puzzling her. He didn't seem to 
notice that she wasn't even paying attention, and she was just glad about 
that because that made it even easier for her to just stare at him and 
imagine that they were on a date or something. 

Cripes! She wished she had the nerve to reach out and take his hand. Wow, if 
they were in a movie or something, she could picture herself cuddling close 
to him. Then she would turn her lips to him, her mouth parted in 
anticipation, and he'd kiss her, feeling her lips soft and pliant beneath 
his. Then maybe he'd slip his tongue right between her teeth and into her 
mouth. Oh, God, just like in the magazines she and Ellen would pore over 
after school. Then maybe he'd slip his hand down and start the feel her 
throbbing titties, and her nipple would harden for his hand the way it did 
when she rubbed herself in bed at night. And then ... then maybe his big 
cock would get really hard with excitement and she would reach over and 
begin to rub it ... She could picture him reaching over with his other hand 
and placing it on her thigh, just under the hem of her skirt. Neither of 
them would be paying much attention to the movie by this time, but it would 
be so dark that nobody would notice them either. Gently, carefully, he'd 
slide his hand up her leg, feeling her smooth young flesh, then would inch 
closer to the warm valley between her thighs. Oooh, wow. She shivered with 
pleasure from these fantasies ... she was beginning to feel warm all over, 
especially ... there ... between her legs. But oh, the fantasy had taken on 
a life of its own ... he would hesitate ... then ever so gently would begin 
to insinuate his finger inside her moistly clinging panties. She'd shift 
slightly, spreading her thighs just a little as his finger edged its way 
under the confining elastic legband and slid along to where he could feel 
the first curling tendrils of her young sparsely growing pussy fuzz. 

She would moan then, very softly, but just audible to her teacher and stick 
her tongue in his ear so he'd know that she wanted him to keep on what he 
was doing. Then his finger would come into titillating contact with her warm 
desire-pussy, feeling the velvety flesh pulsing under his touch. Without 
hesitation, he'd plunge his finger right up into the wetly trembling folds 
of flesh, immersing it completely in the passion fired depths of her cunt. A 
wave of exhilarating pleasure would wash over her then, and at that crucial 
moment, she'd reach over with her own hand and touch his pants and start to 
fondle his excitedly throbbing cock! 

She could in her imagination feel the hardness of his turgidly awakening 
penis as she coaxed it into a rock-hard erection, making it strain wildly 
against his pants. Oh, she'd make him go crazy from her wildly arousing 
touch, and it would be then that she'd whisper in his ear with passion- 

"Alice! Alice! What on earth is going on?" 

Her face crimson, the daydreaming teenager was jerked back into the present 
by her teacher's astonished voice ... and then she realized that she was in 
fact brushing his leg unconsciously with her thigh and that he had v pulled 
it away from hers his hand had gently grazed her firm young breast beneath 
her light sweater. 

Then suddenly, her eyes looked down and she was astonished to see as she 
stared between his legs, that there was an enormous bulge in his pants. Her 
teacher! My God! 

Her face, scarlet before, now blanched and a tremor raced through her making 
her heart thud loudly and painfully in her chest. My god! She had made 
physical contact with her teacher and now he had a hard on. The fat was in 
the fire now! My goodness, what was she going to do. She had wanted to be 
alone with him ... hoped for maybe just a kiss ... and now ... the real 
thing was right here and happening now! 

And Clayton himself, painfully aware of the condition caused by the touching 
of the pretty young teenager's thigh and sensuously budding young breast, 
was having difficulty in assembling his thoughts. His usually astute brain 
was refusing to function. Then he felt himself withering as the young girl 
sat there staring at him. The best defense is an offense he thought quickly. 

"Well, Alice, he demanded, "what have you got to say for yourself." 

He was becoming more lucid now. He began to see through her little plan. Of 
course, that history lesson would have been easy for her. She had a crush on 
him ... she had been having typical student-teacher fantasies about him! 

"I ... I didn't ... I wasn't...." Alice sputtered realizing that somehow he 
knew ... that in fact, for some moments he had been aware of her sexual 
attraction to him and the heat of her body ... aware enough to be aroused by 
it himself. But now what would she do ... it was all too fast ... she was 
scared. 

Awkwardly, she got to her feet, blindly determined to get out of the 
classroom. 

"Not so fast, Alice," Mr. Bond said as he reached out and grabbed her arm. 

Something akin to a sob broke from the distressed teenager as she tried to 
pull away from the iron-like grip of her teacher. Blindly her nails dug into 
his muscular arm and she began to flail ineffectually at her captor. 

Clayton Bond was reacting now without thinking. He didn't know what had come 
over him ... but he was determined not to let this provocative little 
teenager go ... she thought she could tease him but he'd show her. He was 
torn inside, as part of him wanted to be responsibly adult and reprimand her 
for her little ruse ... while the other part of him was causing his cock to 
throb, hard as a rock.... 

It was at that moment, as they struggled in the classroom, that her fingers 
brushed inadvertently against the still-pulsing swell of his penis! 

That instant seemed suspended in time as the teenager and the older man 
stared at each other, incomprehension and misgivings written plainly on both 
their faces. 

Alice had only touched her teacher's blood-swollen penis for a split second, 
had in fact only barely felt the quivering bulge in passing contact, yet the 
inconsequential act seem to freeze them both into immobility. Clayton was 
becoming more wildly excited ... why was he reacting to this teenage girl in 
a way he never had with older women his own age? The blood was draining from 
his face, his hands were trembling, his mouth was dry and he felt he 
couldn't utter a word. 

Alice stood there too, her thoughts jumbled, all attempts at flight 
forgotten. She had actually touched Mr. Bond's cock! It was only an 
accident, sure, but he was really acting strange about it, almost afraid 
like! For a moment, she had been scared that he'd really chew her out ... 
that was until she fully realized the effect she had on him. The bewildered 
girl didn't know whether to feel exultant or intimidated. In fact, she was 
aware of no particular feeling at all, as she stood there almost petrified, 
her eyes riveted on the teacher's troubled face. 

Clayton was thinking fast now. She had started it, this little wench, and 
she would finish it. 

"Well, Alice," he said at length, his voice uneven, "perhaps you'd better 
sit down and tell me all about it!" 

Mesmerized, the girl sat down, her eyes still fixed on the handsome man, 
watching as he sank almost wearily into his own chair. 

"Now tell me, what is the meaning of ... of this?" 

"Please, sir," she said timidly ... what did he want from her? " I don't 
want to talk about it!" 

"But I want you to talk about it, and quick! Or else...." He glanced over at 
his distraught student, feeling a twinge of pity for her pale, worried face. 
She was so distressed now, so helpless. His feeling now changed from anger 
to tenderness. At the same time he was being driven by a feeling of sexual 
excitement stronger than any he'd ever known. He knew he shouldn't be 
following through with this, but he couldn't stop himself. 

"What were you thinking about that made you rub your leg against my thigh, 
Alice?" He tried to sound impersonal, even cold. 

The girl stared at him desperately. Golly, she couldn't tell him she'd been 
thinking about being on a date with him, thinking it would feel like to have 
his finger tickling her cunt, to feel his cock in her hand. She just 
couldn't tell him that! 

"Were you thinking about some boy you know? Maybe even your boyfriend?" 

She couldn't answer. 

"Or maybe even about me?" 

The girl's face flushed a dull brick-red, an unspoken admission of the 
truth. 

"So you were thinking about me!" Suddenly, the teacher's throat was dry and 
there was a tight ache in the pit of his stomach as his excitement 
increased. She had been thinking about him, and had gotten warm and flushed 
and pushed her tender young thigh against his ... just like that! 

"Well, tell me exactly what you were thinking...." He paused waiting for her 
to fill the leaden silence. 

Clayton Bond was surprised at his increasing excitement. Something seemed to 
have come over him, some force greater than himself, over which he had no 
control ... and it was egging him on, making him go further and further. 
There was something eating away inside of him, a curious thrill which made 
him want to hear the girl's innermost thoughts ... now that he had 
discovered that they were centered on him! 

"I ... I was thinking about what it would be like if I ... I was thinking 
about what it would be like if I ... if I was on a date with you!" Alice 
blurted out. She wanted to tell him now ... she wanted to excite him more. 

"Oh, and what would it be like?" 

"It'd ... it'd be nice!" she answered in a soft, silky voice, knowing the 
arousing effect her words would have on him. 

"And it made you feel all warm ... so that you had to lean closer to me?" 

She nodded in assent. 

"Oh come on, Alice! You can't expect me to believe that you got so carried 
away just thinking about a date ... you must have been imagining that we 
were kissing, for example! And maybe even more than that! Now weren't you?" 

Once again, the girl coquettishly nodded her head. She was getting excited 
again herself as he made her relive her fantasy. 

"Was I touching you in your daydream ... your breasts? Even maybe between 
your legs?" 

What on earth was he saying! What was he doing. He heard his husky low voice 
making suggestions that didn't seem like him at all. It was all like a 
dream. He felt like someone else was acting thorough his body. How could he 
be so wicked as to probe into this young girl's secret thoughts like that? 
To make her admit her most personal imaginings? A small, barely heard inner 
voice told him that it was wrong, unfair. But the stronger sound of his 
lustful self was stronger, urging him to go on ... to find out what the 
sixteen year old girl had been thinking about him! 

"Did you maybe get excited thinking about what it would be like if I put my 
finger up in your little pussy?" 

What was he saying to his student in the middle of a classroom! My God. But 
he couldn't stop. As he went inexorably on, he was aware of the intense 
throbbing of his now painfully swollen hardness., At the same time, Alice 
was a feeling a tiny thrill of illicit pleasure deep in the secret well 
between her thighs. Oh dear, I don't know what's happening here, but I want 
it, I want it! the teenager thought, stirred and flushed with excitement. 

"Yes," Alice gasped, her face red not with embarrassment but with the warmth 
of arousal. "I'm sorry, Mr. Bond, I can't help what I think." 

She looked at the tall, muscular older man in front of her and felt scared 
again. She had done it once with Billy Moore, but he was just a kid like her 
... and it had been okay ... but this was different ... she had never felt 
like this. She almost wished she hadn't taken that stupid notion into her 
head to stay after class! Now she'd gone and gotten herself in really deep. 
God, if anyone caught them she'd be thrown out of school. Her reputation 
would be ruined forever, maybe. 

"Is that all you imagined? Or did you pretend that things went still further 
between us?" 

A nerve-wracking silence ensued. 

"Alice," he said softly. "You can tell me everything ... did you imagine 
anything else when you got so hot?" 

Oh wow, what was she going to say? That she imagined she put her hand on his 
cock? She couldn't reveal that ... it would be just too much! 

"Oh-oh! I can see there is something else!" 

Alice squirmed in her seat. Oh God, he could read her mind! She might as 
well tell him everything, because he knew anyway. They both knew what was 
happening between them. And then she felt her sense of power over him again. 

"Y-yes. I ... I imagined that I ... I reached over and ... and.... 

"Touched my cock?" 

At the sound of the second lewd word he had used, Alice felt a wave of 
excitement rush over her, and then she glanced again between her teacher's 
legs ... and saw his huge penis was stirring and growing harder and bigger. 

The young girl's entire body was trembling with suppressed excitement as she 
stared down at the throbbing stiffness between this grown man's thighs. Once 
again she was experiencing the wild thrill that she had felt when she 
accidentally touched his virile penis only minutes before. She couldn't 
really understand what was going on; she only knew that she was being swept 
along in the grip of sensations too strong for her to overcome. 

"You imagined, didn't you, that you touched me ... like this!" 

Alice hardly heard what he was saying because at that moment he reached out, 
just like in her daydream, and took her hand and brought it to touch his 
palpitating cock through his pants! Thunderbolts were unleashed inside the 
teacher's head and he thought he was going to go crazy! It was the most 
excited he had ever been in his life. His pulsating cock began to strain 
crazily against his pants, making him ache and shiver with barely 
controllable passion. 

"Well, you're a really little pussy cat, aren't you?" He murmured throatily. 
"Do you want to see what I've got here that's so anxious to get out!" 

Wow, it was crazy! It just couldn't be happening of her. It just couldn't be 
true that was hard and rubbery, throbbing with intensity pulling out his 
thick, blood-filled cock.... 

A tremor of unbelievable excitement rippled through Alice as her fingers 
closed tightly around the shaft of his turgid penis, and she gazed down 
almost reverently at its desire-distended length. God, it was so much bigger 
than Billy Moore's. The bulbous head was hard and rubbery, throbbing with 
intensity at the top of his pulsating reddish rod. A glow of forbidden 
pleasure washed through her and for the moment it didn't seem strange at all 
that she was holding her teacher's fully erect penis in her hand, nor that 
she was beginning to stroke and caress it with gently, loving little 
movements. 

Clayton Bond collapsed back against the chair, not caring about anything but 
the fact that the culmination of all his wettest dreams of sexual passion 
were being fulfilled beyond his wildest expectations. He no longer thought 
or worried about the bizarre fact that his beautiful, red-haired student was 
fondling his penis, right there in the empty classroom, with Principal 
McCleary working in his office just down the corridor. He didn't care about 
that or anything else. He couldn't because he was inflamed with passion, 
every inch of his moisture-bathed skin twitching and scintillating with 
excitement. He could feel his lust-thickened shaft growing between her 
child-like yet expertly stroking fingers, and even the thought that he might 
splatter out his white-hot cum onto her little plaid schoolgirl skirt didn't 
deter him. Nothing mattered or was important except the here and now and 
man, it was amazing! 

Like someone still dreaming, Alice continued to run her small, thin fingers 
up and down the slippery length of her teacher's penis, feeling the life 
throbbing vibrantly just beneath the hotly squirming surface. Then she 
dropped her other hand underneath it and carefully cupped his large, hairy 
testicles, cradling them in her palm and exerting gentle pressure on them in 
her palm and exerting gentle pressure on them in rhythm with her hypnotic 
stroking of his cock. 

"Oooooh" she murmured, "It's ever so much better than my dream." She smiled 
tenderly at his passion-flushed face, not expecting an answer. An 
overwhelming feeling of her previously untapped womanly power swept over her 
as she watched him, brimming over with the sure knowledge of the 
satisfaction she was giving to her handsome teacher. 

But it was getting to be too much for Mr. Bond. All of his life he had 
thought that sex was something that was of little interest to him ... and 
now, here was a beautiful woman-child, one of his students, actually 
caressing and fingering his desire-bloated cock, and he couldn't take it any 
longer. He wished with all his might that he could hold back, but it was 
beyond all his power. He hadn't the will nor really the desire, because in a 
few moments, he began to twist and writhe with body-shattering spasms, and 
his painfully pounding penis began to jerk and throb in her small hand which 
was still gliding teasingly, insidiously, like a small, hairless cunt up and 
down on its lust-heated surface. 

His eyes closed in supreme pleasure as he gave himself over completely to 
the demands of his inhumanly aroused body, and he could feel the familiar 
rumble deep in the sensuously cupped cavern of his balls. 

"Oooohhhh ... Oh God! Oooohhhh ... I'm cumming!" he gasped in a 
passion-choked voice as the first spurt of whitely spewing semen erupted out 
from his wildly spasming cockhead. 

The sticky white fluid warmed the little red-head's firmly clasping hand and 
a strange chill of illicit delight eddied through her as its viscous wetness 
slipped through her fingers. Suddenly she could inhale the potent odor of 
his hotly spilled cum, and she felt for perhaps the first time in her young 
life, the intangible power of sex that a woman had over a man. 

The dazed child continued to pump her hand instinctively up and down on her 
teacher's rapidly emptying penis, her fingers trying to milk out every last 
drop from his frantically churning balls. His moans of pleasure resounded in 
her ears, adding to the feeling of timelessness and euphoria which was 
whirling around her like the mists of an enveloping bog, trying to suck her 
into its miasmic depths. 

And Clayton Bond lay back completely spent. In the last few moments he had 
found something which had been eluding him all his life ... and he wasn't 
about to let go of it now! 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Clayton Bond didn't know how he got through the following day at school. He 
had come in early, so as not to have that terrible moment of walking into a 
full classroom, in the middle of which was undoubtedly the fourteen year old 
girl he had seduced the day before. 

Yes, seduced, a loaded word but the only one to aptly describe what he had 
done with Alice Grady. Unless he wanted to further torment himself by 
emphasizing the enormity of his crime ... molest, debauch, pervert, corrupt, 
were some of the other words for what he had done, and shattering as they 
were, they still weren't strong enough to depict to his own mind his 
inexcusable behavior. 

He couldn't really remember how he had gotten home last evening. He only 
knew that he had spent the rest of it, sitting dazedly in his living room, 
sipping a double scotch, his brain glazed over by what he had done. 

After a sleepless night and further self-accusations, he was no nearer 
discovering what had happened to change him from a responsible teacher into 
the heartless lecher who had taken advantage of his position of authority to 
perform a lascivious deed with one of his young students. He told himself 
that Alice wasn't all that innocent, probably was no virgin, and she 
admitted to having obscene fantasies about him, but that didn't condone his 
own disgraceful conduct. 

Nothing could describe the feelings of self-loathing and remorse which 
flooded through him and kept hammering at his disbelieving brain. What 
happened to me? What made me do that terrible thing? Clayton asked himself 
those questions again and again as he relived the events leading up to his 
incredible seduction of the teenager. Silently he recounted his worry over 
the papers he had gotten from the woman lawyer, and his half-hidden 
reluctance to visit her. His annoyance with the young girl for having stayed 
after class, and then suddenly feeling her body warm and flushed next to his 
until he began to get a hard-on from her nearness. And then, she leaned over 
and brushed her thigh against his ... and then, God, when she had tried to 
leave the awkward situation he had grabbed her arm and in the struggle her 
hand had accidentally touched the turgid bulge of his blood-hardened 
erection. And then, he felt shamed, as he remembered the way he pushed and 
probed until the child revealed the erotic details of her fantasies about 
him. 

What had made him probe in that wrong, unkind manner? Why did he need to 
know what his student had been thinking about him? Why did he want the 
exquisite child to admire him, even to desire him? Was that what he really 
wanted? 

The troubled schoolteacher couldn't fathom his own innermost impulses. God, 
how he wished he could, because they would provide the reason for his 
completely uncharacteristic behavior. Never in a hundred years would the 
distressed man have imagined that he could have taken a young girl's hand 
and led her to stroke and fondle his penis until he had cum like a broken 
fire hydrant in her little fist. And if he had heard of any other teacher 
doing such a thing, Clayton himself would have been one of the first to 
castigate and condemn the man. 

But what came over me? The words drummed themselves futilely into his 
uncomprehending consciousness all night long, as one dark hour followed 
another and he writhed helplessly under his burden of guilt and shame. The 
miserable fellow couldn't even recapture a glimmer of the pleasure and 
desire he felt as sweet Alice held his hotly pulsing hardness in her hand 
and he sensed it growing with increasing passion under her titillating 
caresses. No, he could feel nothing but the horrifying realization of what 
he had done-an act so reprehensible to him that he almost wished for someone 
to find out about it so that he could be relieved of the load of his 
shocking act. 

But he didn't really want his debased act to be discovered. That, in fact, 
was one of his very real fears-that Alice would tell how he had opened his 
pants and made her caress and stroke him to cumming. Every time he thought 
of that possibility, his face blanched and he could barely control the 
spasms of fear which swept through his body. Oh God, the shame and 
humiliation if it ever became known! But I deserve to be punished for what I 
did! he told himself again and again, knowing of no way in which he could 
expiate his misdeed. 

The unhappy teacher dreaded the moment when he would have to face his young 
student again, and it was partly this which kept him awake for most of the 
night. When his class finally filed into the room in twos and threes the 
following morning, he kept his eyes averted until the bell rang for school 
to begin. 

Completely against his will, his gaze darted immediately to Alice Grady's 
place, and his eyes met hers for a long, seemingly never-ending second. The 
older man was shocked to see the look of cheery self-confidence on the 
girl's face. She looked more mature and worldly wise than she had yesterday, 
as if their experience had changed her from a girl into a woman. Somehow, he 
had expected to see guilt, even embarrassment written on her attractive 
features. Those expressions wouldn't be as frightening as what he did see. 
Oh, God, she knows her power over me, he thought helplessly, a premonition 
of fear curdling through him. God, where did that confidence come from ... 
what did she expect? Marriage? ... blackmail? The thoughts of the 
consequences of his deed struck terror through his body. Or could it be that 
the little cunt was just cock-crazy. That she had loved it and wanted more. 
Despite himself, he began to be excited again ... but God, he could not let 
himself get a hard-on in front of his entire class! 

Alice Grady, on the other hand, could hardly wait to get to school that 
morning. The adventurous and always rebellious teenager could hardly believe 
what had happened to her, and although she had been hurt by the way her 
teacher had quickly departed right after he came in her hand, she didn't 
worry too much about it. The main thing was that he had been wildly excited 
by her, right in the classroom. He had been totally out of control because 
she had aroused him completely. And now things would never be the same 
again. And also, she thought, she loved him ... really loved that man and 
his huge, throbbing cock ... unbelievable! She loved him more than ever 
before and was just dying to tell someone all about it. The obvious person 
to tell was Ellen Miller, but for once Alice controlled her impulse and 
thought before she acted. 

Very humanly, feeling the power of her womanhood for the first time, she 
longed for the gratification of her best friends' shocked reaction when she 
whispered what had gone on in the school room, but she was sure that Ellen 
wasn't to be trusted. Sure, she wouldn't mean to tell anyone, but things had 
a way of slipping out, especially when her friend got excited. Like the time 
they drank some of her father's whiskey together. Her best friend had sworn 
to keep the secret, but she hadn't. She had told her brother, who had told 
his friend, and before he knew what was happening, their parents knew and 
the two girls had been severely punished. Alice was determined not to trust 
her foolish friend again. 

So she had to keep this exciting news to herself and be content with 
spinning new and even more passionate daydreams about her involvement with 
the handsome history teacher. Some boy once told her that girls never 
fingerfucked themselves ... didn't get as interested in sex as boys. What a 
load of baloney, she thought. For two years now she had fingered her pussy 
to orgasm every night in the privacy of her room, for the whole past year 
always with fantasies of Mr. Bond in her head. And now it had become more 
than a dream ... he had singled her out and, oh man, in what a way! It vas 
crazy, but only yesterday she'd been sitting n class trying to figure out a 
way to get him to notice her, and now ... wow, he sure knew who she was and 
the power she had to send him into spasms of pleasure by the touch of her 
delicate young hand on his uncontrollably pulsing cock. 

At least that was how she felt when she first entered the classroom. But now 
she felt a twinge r disappointment about Mr. Bond's reaction to her. 
Somehow, she had expected some look of conspiracy or at least of friendship. 
Instead, he gave her a cold look, and that hurt the young girl ... made her 
dreams crash and shatter around her. The thought occurred to the bright 
young student that maybe her teacher was beginning to regret what he had 
done, but she pushed the thought from her mind. Not because it was 
un-likely, but because she just passionately didn't want it to be true. She 
wanted things to be special between them from now on, because, after all, 
something special had happened between them. A magic part had been lifted 
right out of her daydreams and had come true, and she was going to do her 
damnedest to make sure that even more of them came true! Grammar school 
girl's liberation, she thought triumphantly! 

* * * 

Clayton Bond had just poured himself a Chivas Regal scotch on the rocks when 
the doorbell rang. A ripple of annoyance sped through him. Who on earth 
could it be, at this time of the evening? It wasn't quite six o'clock and 
the weary teacher was looking forward to a relaxing drink before he fixed a 
snack and settled down with some homework he had to go over. After the long, 
taxing day which had crept by at a snail's pace, he really felt like hell. 
He just needed some peace and quiet. Instead, he was not long home and 
already he was being interrupted. 

A frown of irritation creased his forehead as he went to the front door. 

It was Alice Grady! 

Astonishment rushed to his face as he stood there staring down at the 
sensuous little girl, unable to say anything. 

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bond, for-" 

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice harsh and impatient. Jesus H. 
Christ, what did she mean by coming around to his home? Did she now plan to 
make him pay in some way for the lewd act he had made her perform on him? Or 
worse still, was she hoping for a repeat? 

Alice mastered the impulse to turn on her little heels and run. He looked so 
angry and unwelcoming, as if the last person on earth he wanted to see was 
her. In fact, she thought she could see disgust written in his eyes, and 
that made her flush with mortification. 

But it was only a momentary sensation. Seconds later, she was infused with a 
feeling of anger ... her budding womanly pride had been lacerated by his 
cold treatment, and she felt all her fury rising up inside her, threatening 
to spill over. He had no right to act so high and mighty with her, not after 
what he'd done. Maybe he didn't want to see her again, but wow, after what 
happened yesterday in the classroom, she had some rights, too. She glanced 
up at him again, and the tiny spark of fear which she saw reflected in his 
cold, ashen face reinforced her feeling of rage. 

"I want to talk to you," she told him in her boldest voice, which belied the 
squeamish way she was feeling inside. Without waiting for an answer, she 
gathered all the nerve in her delicately curvaceous young body, and stepped 
into the hall. 

"Alice! Wh ... what are you doing here?" he finally whispered, unable to 
still the trembling tone in his words. 

With all the cool the teenager could muster, she answered, "I want to talk 
about what happened yesterday," and headed with pretended confidence into 
the living room. 

"B ... but that's over now," he said helplessly, following the woman-child 
into the cozy sanctum of his den. "It was all a mistake, and I'm very sorry 
about it!" 

"Well, I'm not sorry," she said, her full, cherry-red lips pursed in a 
belligerent little pout, "and what's more," she went on daringly, not 
knowing where this strange power was coming from, "I don't think you are 
either, no matter what you say!" 

Oh, God, this is going to be difficult, Clayton thought miserably. He might 
have known that, still trapped as he was in the teeth of the bad luck which 
was dogging him, he wouldn't escape so easily from his obscene lapse. It was 
only to be expected that there would be repercussions, and that he would 
have to pay in some way for what he'd done. 

"I hope you haven't told anyone about what we ... uh, did yesterday?" 

As soon as the words were out, the older man knew that they were a mistake. 
She saw a gleam of recognition in this little cock teaser's blue eyes and 
knew that she had latched unerringly onto his chief fear-that someone would 
find out about what he had done. And he knew instinctively that the crafty 
teenager sitting in his living room wouldn't hesitate to make use of her new 
knowledge. 

He offered her a Coke, realizing he was all too aware of her provocative 
young breasts jutting teasingly inside her light blouse. He sat down 
wearily, taking a long, gulping swallow of his own heavily laced drink. As 
Alice took a r deep swallow, he tried to extricate himself from the 
undeniably strong attraction of her sensuous little body. He glanced at her, 
trying to push the lascivious thoughts from his mind, and tried to figure 
out what her game was. She wanted something, obviously, or she'd never have 
come over to see him at home. Money? Or some sort of commitment? Or , ... 
God, with today's teenagers so free you just didn't know ... maybe just a 
continuation of what happened yesterday? She was an exquisite girl, there 
was no doubt about that, and he supposed it might be easy for an outsider to 
see why he had succumbed to the base impulse which had suddenly sprung up 
inside him yesterday. She had a very appealing manner, child-like, and yet 
at the same time there was a streak of worldliness in her which broke 
through at odd moments and which made her seem amazingly powerful ... her 
sexual magnetism was almost irresistible. 

He finished his drink rather quickly and filled his glass again before 
turning to the expectantly waiting teenager. 

"Well, out with it, Alice. What brought you here this evening? Another 
history problem?" He couldn't help the sarcastic tone which had crept into 
his voice, but goddammit, surely he, a thirty-six year old man, wasn't to be 
intimidated by a young girl less than half his age? 

Alice flushed, but regained composure as she turned to look at the handsome, 
dark-haired teacher who had been so much in her thoughts and dreams all 
year. She knew he must have been drinking before she got there, because his 
face was tinged with color and his eyes were glittering in a strange, eerie 
kind of way. 

"I ... just wanted to see you!" she blurted at length, realizing that what 
she said had at least the virtue of being the truth. 

"In the hope that I'd pay you back for yesterday and finger your little 
pussy, this time?" My God, it was out of control again. What was he saying! 
He couldn't hold back the brutal, blunt words. They spilled out unchecked 
from the tumult which was fermenting inside him, making him loose-tongued 
and unsure of himself. He shouldn't be drinking the second Chivas, but dear 
God, he needed it. It was far better to be too relaxed than over-tense 
wasn't it? 

The sweet young thing looked up at him lewdly. "Well, maybe," she answered, 
her eyes gleaming in challenge. His eyes met hers in a look of ... at least 
in part ... desire. 

"Now look, Alice," Clayton said as calmly as he could. "What happened 
yesterday was wrong, very wrong. You know it as well as I, and I'm sorry if 
it gave you the wrong idea. It must never, never happen again, and I wish 
there was something I could do to erase what we did." 

"But ... but why can't we do it again? I mean, it didn't hurt anybody, and 
... and we both liked it!" 

"It was wrong, Alice, wrong and disgusting. Why I'm more than twice your age 
and ... and I don't know what came over me! Now let's not mention it again!" 

But the persistent little vixen was not to be defeated. She sensed the 
conflicts which were rioting deep inside her troubled teacher, and knew, 
perhaps more clearly than he did himself, that he was somehow very attracted 
to her, just as she was to him. She realized that the older man was fighting 
himself and hoped with the optimism of inexperienced adolescence that she 
could wear him down. Especially since he was getting really loaded from that 
drink. 

"But please, Mr. Bond. I ... I like you, and I loved it so much yesterday 
when you opened your pants and I touched your big beautiful cock with my 
fingers! It was so beautiful with them wrapped around it, just like in my 
dreams. Remember, you asked me about them?" 

"Oh Alice, stop it! You're driving me crazy," the tormented man pleaded. 
"You're a beautiful girl, and anyone can make a mistake. One mistake! For 
the love of God, let's leave it at that!" 

"But it wasn't a mistake, was it? How could it be, when I ... I wanted to do 
it to you and make you cum in my hand ... at least in my hand the first 
time...." she added with a small wicked lilt to her voice. 

The distracted teacher felt as if the world was closing in on him, and 
unable to control himself, feeling ready to burst with guilt and tension and 
confusion, he sunk down in his chair and buried his head in his hands. The 
world spun inside his head. He was oblivious to everything but the 
overwhelming burden of his misery and he felt in that desperate moment as if 
nothing would ease that incredible weight. 

Minutes passed as the teenager stared at her anguished teacher, not knowing 
what to do. Different feelings stirred inside her, leaving her helpless to 
follow one definite course of action. Had her behavior driven him to look so 
hopeless? Had what she said made him so upset? 

Or was it the two drinks? She wasn't sure what the reason was; she just 
wished that the handsome teacher would come out of it and at least say 
something ... at least look at her. 

"Mr. Bond ... please ... don't" she began ineffectually, suddenly feeling 
the full force of her naivety as it was brought home to her in this 
situation. The distraught man didn't seem to hear her and he continued to 
sit there, motionless and tormented. 

Alice was beginning to feel desperate. The sight of Mr. Bond looking so 
miserable touched her deeply, sending pangs of pity shooting through her and 
making her wish fervently that she could do something to help him. It was 
then that she instinctively reached over to him and put her arm around his 
shoulder. 

"It's all right, Mr. Bond ... don't feel so bad ... I won't tell anyone," 
she soothed, her arm lightly stroking his strong, muscular shoulders, softly 
caressing him. 

It seemed to Alice that her attempts at comforting him were having some 
effect. She continued to caress him with her small, pretty hand, her lithe 
young body resting against his strong, manly one. 

"Don't worry about anything ... it'll be all right ... we can just be 
friends...." 

A glow of pride rippled through the girl as she felt herself assume control 
of the situation. The depressed teacher was responding to her soothing and 
that made her feel confident and strong. Now maybe he wouldn't be so angry 
with her. Suddenly, Alice felt again, that powerful attraction for him as 
his hard, strong body was so close to hers. 

Clayton Bond had been so tense, it was a wonderful relief now to feel the 
tightness melting away under the lovely touch of the beautiful young 
fourteen year old girl. He felt all his cares and worries falling away from 
him, and he longed to give himself over to the miraculous being who was 
doing such a good job of consoling him. He knew perfectly well that things 
were taking a dangerous turn, that he shouldn't let his persistent young 
student take such liberties with him. But for the moment, he didn't want to 
worry about that. It was marvelous feeling her touch. He could feel the heat 
of the animal aliveness of her young body, and her hands were having a 
mesmerizing effect on him. Those same hands that yesterday stroked his 
blood-surged penis to a point of ecstasy and a wild release of his cum more 
powerful than he had ever known before. Yes, he realized full well that it 
was crazy to allow the little nymphette to touch him like this, but Christ, 
he needed some soothing, and right now, the fourteen year old girl seemed so 
comforting. 

Before he realized fully what was happening, his hand was being moved by 
hers creepingly over to encircle her breast. He made no objection. No, no, 
his tormented mind tried battling the stronger urges of his body. It's wrong 
... you mustn't go on. Stop, before things go too far! 

But his fingers with a mind of their own began to stroke the hardening bud 
of her nipple. It was too late. He felt the lovely young body grow warm and 
begin to squirm in arousal at his touch. Oh Christ! It was depraved, but he 
couldn't help himself. The forces of his body were overpowering him, making 
him indulge in something beyond his control. The two drinks he'd had in such 
a hurry were making his brain fuzzy, and then the girl's wonderfully 
soothing caresses had lulled him. Now, he realized, he had stepped over the 
line, had left the realm of affection and entered that of arousal. And still 
he couldn't stop himself. He knew perfectly well what was happening but to 
save his life he couldn't stop himself. Because, goddamnit, as lewd and 
perverse as it was, he couldn't believe how wonderful it was to touch her 
round, firmly budding young breasts. He was overcome with lust for a mere 
child half his age, and lost soul that he was, he couldn't bring himself to 
stop. 

His excited young pupil could hardly believe what was happening. He was 
actually stroking one of her breasts, the way she had so often imagined, and 
the best thing of all was that he seemed to really love it. She could feel 
the hard little button of her nipple pulsating beneath his finger and her 
palpitating breast strained passionately against his palm. 

Clayton glanced at her voluptuous young form, and he could see that her eyes 
were closed and there was a serene look on her face which spurred him to 
slip his hand quickly into the v-neck of her blouse. For a split second, he 
felt her naked cool skin, soft as satin. Then he began to undo the buttons 
of her blouse and pushed the flimsy cloth away to reveal her bare, braless, 
softly heaving breasts. He drew in his breath sharply as he felt the weight 
of her surprisingly full young breasts, and the excited leaping of his cock 
against his leg made him realize how aroused he was getting. The trembling 
woman-child stirred slightly in his strong embrace, and for a moment Clayton 
Bond feared that now she would want to put a stop to it. But no ... she 
didn't do anything but snuggle back against him, leaving him free to explore 
the full ripe bounty of her warm-fleshed breasts. 

You've pushed her blouse aside and now you're feeling her naked breasts, a 
warning voice chided him. Stop now! Stop this before you get yourself in 
trouble! 

But resolutely, the passion-starved man shut out the dim sound of guilt from 
his whisky-dimmed brain, determining to concentrate on nothing but the 
illicit pleasure he was feeling from caressing his fourteen year old 
student's delightful young breasts. He didn't care if it was wrong, or 
perverse. He wanted to continue ... in fact, he thought he'd die if he 
stopped. Who cared what it might lead to; all he wanted was to continue 
fondling and stroking those magnificently growing young tits of hers. 

He dropped his free hand down until it rested lightly on her thigh. She 
wasn't wearing any stockings and the coolness of her silky smooth leg 
thrilled him in a new, exciting way. Without waiting for a reaction, he 
began to slide his fingers up the satiny surface, dipping under her skirt, 
climbing ever higher to the sweet, mysterious softness between her thighs. 

And now it was Alice's turn to be somewhat reluctant. Almost as a female 
reflex she spoke...."Oh, Mr. Bond, don't...." she began in a low whisper, 
not wanting to say those deterring words, but slightly afraid of her own 
arousal. She did want him to "keep touching her ... but she knew maybe she 
shouldn't ... Oh, why was she confused now? Good lord, she didn't know what 
she wanted. 

"It's all right, my darling Alice," he murmured. "I just want you to feel 
good...." 

He was overcome with excitement when his fingers felt the first straying 
wisps of her soft pubic fuzz, and then came into immediate contact with the 
elastic legband of her silky panties. He hesitated for only a moment before 
insinuating his middle finger inside it, guiding it unerringly toward the 
moistly trembling folds of her young vagina. 

The now uncertain student was quivering with a mixture of apprehension and 
anticipation. Ooooh! His hand is up inside your panties now, she thought. 
You really should stop him. Oh dear, she didn't know what she felt any more. 
She seemed to be alive with thrilling sensations of pleasure, yet her 
conscience, dormant until now, was making itself known. But then, this 
product of a new and freer generation thought, I want it, oh I do want it 
so! I was so uptight to fight it. She wanted him to continue his wonderful 
caressing ... she wanted him to go further. 

"Mmmmmmm ... ooooohhhh...." she heard herself groan with pleasure. 

His questing fingers had come into direct sizzling contact with the velvety 
outer flesh of her naked pussy, and now she was really abandoned. Her vagina 
suddenly felt as if it were on fire. It had never been like this, even the 
one time she had been fucked by little Billy Moore. Involuntarily she spread 
her tender young thighs a little, allowing his fingers ready access to her 
damply trembling cuntal furrow . . 

Hell, it was unbelievable! Clayton felt an unbearable rush of pleasure as he 
listened to the young girl's sighs of pleasure and saw her stretch 
voluptuously on the sofa, giving herself over completely to his lewd finger 
caresses. 

With trembling hands he began to draw her panties down over her finely 
sculpted legs. He had gone this far and he might as well not stop now. 
Besides, she wanted him as much as he wanted her! She seemed to have no 
moral inhibitions whatsoever! His eyes moistened with lust as he caught the 
first sight of her russet pubic triangle, and he was even able to catch a 
glimpse of wetly enticing pink flesh peeping through the soft coppery little 
ringlets. 

He couldn't take his eyes from the cock-lurching sight of her openly 
presented vagina, and as soon as he had discarded her white little panties, 
he returned his fingers to the gleaming wet folds of her apparently 
welcoming pussy. He was rewarded by a deep moan of pleasure as his fingers 
began to explore the moist, warm recesses of her mysterious cunt, and he 
knew he would not now stray from the wanton path of pleasure. 

With stunning pleasure, Alice imagined how she must look as she lay open and 
waiting on the sofa. She knew that her skirt lay tangled around her waist, 
her panties on the floor, and her pretty legs were splayed to reveal the 
entire plane of her young pussy to the older man's gaping eyes. She was 
excited to think that her blouse was open and her breasts naked and free. 
She felt swirls of sensual pleasure rushing through her quivering loins, 
making her flush hot and cold, and making her mewl with increasing passion 
as desire overcame her. 

"Aaaaaahhhhh ... ooohhhhh." She gasped as the man's fingers found the blood 
filled button of her clitoris and began to titillate it, making every nerve 
ending in her body shrill with intensely pleasurable sensations. 

Clayton continued to manipulate the erotic little bud, watching with 
mounting excitement as she squirmed and writhed uncontrollably on the sofa. 
His cock was like a piece of lead against his leg and he wished that he 
could open his fly and relieve the pressure. But he didn't want anything to 
break the rhythm of what he was doing. Her hotly throbbing little clitoris 
felt ready to explode between his fingers and every time he touched it, 
lightning seemed to strike throughout the girl's slim but shapely body. 

Her hips were grinding slowly into the softness of the couch cushion, and 
tremors of excitement were rippling through her. She held her breath in 
anticipation when she felt his fingers drop from her lust-inflated clitoris 
and circle slowly and tantalizingly around the star-shaped opening of her 
vagina. 

The fluted edges of her pussy nibbled hungrily at his probing fingers, and 
she longed to thrust her desire-ridden cunt forward ... but she didn't. She 
just waited, with instinctive knowledge of how to heighten her pleasure, and 
wound-up to a feverish pitch of excitement. 

The without warning, the desire-driven man suddenly thrust his extended 
middle finger up between her thighs, right up into the warmly clasping walls 
of her tight young cunt. 

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh," she moaned as her inner pussy muscles began to clamp hotly 
against his plunging finger, drawing it up inexorably into the depths of her 
helplessly aroused loins. 

"Oh God! Oh God! Yessssss," she sighed, shivers of lust convulsing her body 
as the man began to thrust his finger up and down in a slow little 
simulation of fucking. Her passion-seared cunt contracted and opened 
rhythmically as she flexed her tingling pussy up hard against his hand, and 
then jerked it back down again with a greedy grabbing gesture. 

Shoots of red-hot pleasure emanated from the center of her wildly excited 
belly, and she caught up in the overwhelming rhythm of uncontrolled passion. 
Her head was thrown back over the back of the couch, and she was aware of 
nothing but the pleasure she was getting from the handsome teacher's obscene 
finger-fucking. 

Clayton too was crazed with excitement as he watched the gorgeous teenager 
surrender herself completely to his lovemaking. He could see the pink, 
frilled edges of her hungry little cunt sucking voraciously on his 
disappearing finger, and without thinking, he plunged a second finger up 
alongside the first, feeling the unbelievably strong tug of her inner 
vaginal walls as they closed around him. She was grinding her pussy mound 
down mercilessly on his hand almost as if she was trying to lure all of it 
into the cavern of her insatiable young loins. 

He thrust two outstretched fingers up into the fleshy pink darkness, trying 
to placate the hungry tiger of her rapidly mounting desire. She was mewling 
helplessly now, incoherent words slipping from her full, ripe lips. Her 
entire body was suffused with a flush of passion, and the man thought his 
student had never looked more lovely. 

And for once Alice didn't care how she looked. All she was concerned about 
was how she felt, and wow, that was fabulous! She knew she had never felt 
this way in her life. It was so different, so much more powerful than when 
she did it to herself. All she knew was that she had recaptured that glimpse 
she'd had yesterday with Mr. Bond when she had stroked his cock to a 
climaxing completion. Then she caught a startling glimpse of a passionate 
nirvana which was so brief as to be almost illusory. Now she'd found it 
again, and oh, wow, it was even better than she had ever dreamed. 

"Oh God, I'm going to cum!" she moaned suddenly, as her body stiffened on 
the couch, and she arched her back away from the cushion, tingling and 
twitching with a thousand different sensations. 

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh ... I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she gasped, her loins whipping 
frenziedly up and down with the orgasmic force that shuddered through her 
and made her dance and jerk against her will. Dagger edges of pleasure 
knifed through her belly as her brain began to whirl and she lost track of 
everything constant. She no longer thought about the rugged, muscular 
teacher who was causing this incredible pleasure. In fact, she didn't think 
of anything at all except that for the first time in her life she felt as if 
she were emerging from a cocoon, and that her beautiful new wings were 
carrying her away to a heaven from which she didn't ever want to return. 

And Mr. Bond? He was thrilled at the sight of the young fourteen year old 
student's beautiful half-naked body spasming and writhing in the throes of 
an overwhelming pleasure. But he was also concerned with the almost aching 
bulge of his erection. There was a deep longing in the depths of his balls 
and he wished that he could relieve it. But as his normal consciousness 
returned, he felt there was nothing he could do. He had to subdue his desire 
for the lovely redheaded woman-child ... he had to pull himself together and 
put a stop to this once and for all. But god, he was tormented with desire 
for the perfect, slender body spread out so nakedly and vulnerable before 
him. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Clayton Bond inhaled deeply on his cigarette and looked searchingly at his 
young companion. It was only now, after almost finishing a stiff scotch, his 
third that evening, that he was beginning to feel composed. Only the girl's 
slightly rumpled clothes and sated expression gave evidence of the 
passionate chaos of less than half an hour ago. Alice Grady looked utterly 
unperturbed and the teacher was astonished at her coolness, and, well, 
savoir faire. He had to keep reminding himself that his young mistress was 
only fourteen, and that maybe that was part of the attraction. Because there 
was no doubt but that he was strangely and illicitly attracted to his young 
student. He didn't know why, or the reason it should flare up suddenly like 
it did only yesterday. He only knew that it was there, and that it had to be 
deadened. 

Yes, killed outright. There was absolutely no way in which he could allow 
this unnatural feeling for a student to flourish. Even now, as far as things 
had gone, life could be made very unpleasant for him. If he were discovered, 
why, he could be jailed. Consorting with a minor, or with some exaggeration, 
statutory rape! How Charlotte Carter, his attorney, would snigger about 
that! Not to mention the gossips in this small town. They'd have a field 
day, no doubt about that. Christ, they'd make Alice into a victim and he'd 
be thrown out of town-God, even lynched. As if his divorce was not scandal 
enough. And Alice's life would probably be ruined too, the stigma of this 
incident would follow her everywhere ... even ruin her chances for marriage 
and a happy life. No, he had to nip things in the bud right now, and just 
hope that word didn't leak out. He had to trust Alice ... the thing was, 
could she be trusted? 

Silently, he let his gaze fall on her again. He couldn't help noticing how 
beautiful and sensuous she looked, slender with firm full breasts even at 
her young age. A twinge of disappointment tugged at his heart, but he had to 
be strong. His whole life depended on it! 

"Well, Alice," he began in his best schoolteacher's voice, "I must say that 
I am ashamed of what happened just now. If there was anything I could do to 
undo it, I wouldn't hesitate. But as it is, we can only forget that it ever 
happened, and make sure that nothing like it occurs again!" 

How cold and clinical I sound, he thought detachedly. And yet I don't really 
mean what I say.... 

Yet Alice felt no shame about her experience. How could she when she had 
never felt such pleasure, such excitement in her life before? For those few 
minutes, she had been stirringly, intensely alive, and that feeling made her 
believe that it was right. No, she wasn't ashamed of it. Nor would she undo 
it if she could. No, she would treasure it and want it more and more. 

I really don't want it ever to happen again, Clayton thought praying 
desperately for the strength to enforce his stipulation. 

"But why, Mr. Bond?" Alice asked ingeniously, her lovely face shaded with 
worry. 

Clayton steeled himself. She looks so artless, he told himself, but beneath 
everything, she's scheming and plotting. Just look how she managed to 
manipulate things so far. 

"Now, look, Alice. Don't act innocent with me! You seem to have a pretty 
good idea of how to get around a guy, and you're certainly old enough to 
know right from wrong. Surely, I don't have to spell out the enormity of 
what we've done?" 

The teenager was hardly listening to what he said. She felt a flush of pride 
at his hinting that she had some power over him. She must be really a pretty 
far out chick for him to be so afraid of her. Of course, all those 
confession magazines that she and Ellen read, the ones that gave explicit 
information on everything and the way it was done ... they must've helped. 
Still, hearing him say that felt good! 

"Are you listening to anything I'm saying?" There was a note of exasperation 
in his voice, which wasn't helped by the seductive grin she was beaming on 
him. Jesus, what was the matter with that girl? Did she really feel that 
what they had both done yesterday and today wasn't wrong, terribly wrong? 

"Alice, I'm your teacher," he went on wearily. "I'm responsible for you when 
you're in my care. I've violated that charge first by ... well, by what 
we've done. Do you understand? I'm corrupting you, and in a court of law, 
I'd be put away in jail. Mothers would want to stone me. Men would call for 
me to be lynched. Everyone would shun me. And my life would be ruined. My 
crime would follow me anywhere I went. Now do you understand why it must 
never happen again?" 

His heart was pounding with fear as the mental image he had conjured up swam 
before his eyes. What the hell had he done? He had transgressed all written 
and unwritten moral codes to satisfy his own lust, and by so doing, had 
contaminated a girl less than half his age, and put the balance of her life 
in jeopardy. He had to be crazy! 

"But I won't tell anyone! I swear I won't!" she insisted, tears in her eyes. 
"And I won't let you go to jail. I'll say it's all my fault. I'll make them 
believe me!" 

"Take it easy, girl. Nothing will happen if we just agree between us to 
forget what happened and never let it occur again. It really is the best 
thing you know!" 

Alice turned away. Wow, this wasn't the way she wanted things to work out at 
all. After the way she had cum all over his hand from his fingering her 
pussy, she couldn't lose him now ... things had to go on, they just had to. 

"I can see you don't trust me," the unhappy teenager said at length. "You 
don't even think that I can keep a secret. You must think I'm a real kid!" 

Clayton's heart was stung by her accusing words. She just didn't seem to 
realize the enormity of what they had done, in spite of his very vivid 
picture of possible consequences. How could he make her see the facts as 
they were? 

"I don't think anything of the sort, and well, you know it. In fact, I ... I 
find you quite attractive, and it is for that very reason that things must 
stop between us!" 

"But if you like me too, what's wrong with anything we do?" Hope blazed once 
more in the offended teenager's heart. He liked her! He found her 
attractive! Out of all the kids in the school, he liked her! 

"For Christ's sake Alice, you weren't born yesterday! You know that an 
affair between a man of my age and a girl of yours just isn't possible!" 

"It is possible! It is! It must be that you don't think I'm woman enough for 
you! You must think that I can't give you what you want!" 

"No, I don't think-" 

"Well, I can! I could make you happy! I know what it's all about! I'm not 
all that innocent ... I ... I've read lots of books!" Clayton had to smile 
in spite of himself, but he didn't say, a word as, with youthful enthusiasm, 
young Alice rushed on. 

"I mean, wow, Mr. Bond, you were so fabulous! If we just try again, gee, we 
could have such an absolutely fantastic time! I'd show you." 

"I'm pleased by your affection, Alice, and I'm proud of it, too," Clayton 
said at last. "As I said, I'm very fond of you, and because we have this 
special feeling for each other, it's all the more reason why nothing more 
should happen between us. Is that understood?" 

The disappointed teenager felt a sudden rush of anger, which made her leap 
suddenly to her feet and turn around to face the surprised teacher, her eyes 
burning like coals in her pale, drawn face. 

"You're just afraid, that's all," she accused vehemently. "You're worried 
about what people will say, even when there's no chance of their ever 
finding out. You're ... you're just chicken! 

"Now Alice-" ' 

"Don't give me any of that! All the things you say about liking me and all 
that is just a bunch of junk. You don't mean it at all. You just-" 

"Oh God, Alice, can't you understand that I do? That I'm very fond of you, 
and would like to-well, you know. But we just can't. It's wrong, terribly 
wrong!" 

"But why is it wrong? That's what I can't understand! Just because you're a 
little bit older than me?" 

"It isn't just that. It's because you're so young, so innocent, really. I'm 
about to be divorced and-" 

"None of that really matters, Mr. Bond," Alice mumbled, turning away to hide 
the tears that were forming in her eyes, "if you really care about me-and I 
can see you don't. Well, I guess I'd better be going!" 

"Now just a minute!" 

He couldn't let her leave on that note. There was no telling what she might 
do, and besides, his heart melted at the sight of her hurt and 
disappointment. 

"It's pretty obvious, isn't it, after what happened yesterday and just now, 
that I care very deeply for you?" 

There was no answer from the girl. 

"Do you really think, Alice, that I'd have touched you and caressed you so 
intimately if I wasn't attracted to you? That I would let you stroke and 
fondle my cock until I came in your hand?" 

"You don't know? What kind of a person do you think I am?" 

Now it was his turn to be wounded. 

"It's just that you're so mean," she told him, "You won't even let me kiss 
you goodbye." 

Clayton stared hard at her for a moment. Was she trying to put one over on 
him again? Or was she genuinely willing to finish the whole thing? 

"You didn't even ask, Alice! In fact, you've been acting so stubborn I just 
didn't know what to do." 

"Well, I'm just sorry that ... you know," the girl said miserably, flinging 
herself into his arms without warning. 

He pulled her to him in a tight, enveloping embrace, feeling the warmth of 
her body against his. A thrill of pleasure rippled through him to his root, 
and desperately he tried to still it. Oh Christ, it's all over, before it 
really began. But that's the best way! The only way.... 

They sank down slowly on the sofa, his arms still wrapped tightly around the 
trembling youngster, and then slowly and deliberately he reached down and 
brushed his lips against her sensually full mouth. Immediately, she began to 
kiss him back, pulling his head down to hers. 

His darting tongue instantly shot between her teeth and danced into the 
moist hot cavern of her mouth. Their lips melted together in a grinding, 
passionate kiss and once again, the excited teacher felt his head beginning 
to spin. Oh God, no ... this is goodbye! Remember that! he told himself 
sternly, trying to keep a grip on his fleeting hold on reality. 

But Clayton was too excited, and he longed again to reach out and hold her 
ripely swelling breasts again. He wanted to reach down between those tender 
thighs and feel once more the intoxicating warmth of her soft cuntal furrow, 
and to make her sigh and moan with pleasure again. But he mustn't, he 
couldn't! God, please help me to control myself this time! But his penis was 
getting stiff and hard again, pressing relentlessly against the fabric of 
his pants. Oh man, more than anything else in the world ... he had to, he 
wanted to ... shove it right up between her legs, right to the hilt, the way 
he needed it! Jerking off in her hand yesterday was fine, and it was a real 
mind fucker making her cum the way he had an hour ago, but what he really 
wanted to do was to fuck her hot little titties off! Yes, fuck her good and 
proper. But no, Christ, he couldn't make the same mistake again! 

"Go," he muttered hoarsely, urgently, to the impassioned young girl who was 
clinging hotly to his neck, unwilling even to end their passionately 
prolonged kiss. 

"Please...." she whispered, deliriously, "Please, stick it in me ... I want 
your cock in me ... Oooohhhh, please, please Mr. Bond." 

His arms were still tight around her, his head pressing hard against her 
palpitating breast. Like a magnet, the young girl's eyes were drawn to the 
obvious bulge between his thighs. Oh dear God, thought Clayton, what's 
happening to me? The teacher was helpless as he felt the last vestiges of 
self-control falling away from him. He was being swept along on some strong 
current against which he had no power. Unknown forces were stirring in him, 
making him a slavish victim to his own passion and lusts, making him take 
the young girl's hand lewdly and place it again on the hard throbbing rod 
through his trousers. 

Almost mechanically, she began to stroke his growing cock-shaft, her eyes 
still fastened lasciviously on the lewd bulge at his crotch, oblivious to 
everything but the weird, perverse desires which were gathering forces 
inside his quivering body. Oh dear God, he shouldn't be doing this ... just 
as he shouldn't have done it yesterday. But he couldn't help himself then as 
now ... he was lost-a wanton creature, a seducer of innocent young girls, 
but oh God, it wasn't his fault. He couldn't be blamed for what he was 
doing. It was someone else who was instigating this depraved act, not the 
responsible, cool school teacher who always kept every emotion in check. 

As if in a dream, Alice began to slide down the zipper of his fly and his 
blood-stiffened penis leaped out to wave excitedly in the air. Her eyes 
widened with desire as she saw it, and salaciously she drank in every detail 
from the round purplish head to the slender, thinly veined shaft. 

"Oh God, Alice, I ... we shouldn't...." he murmured dazedly, as she reached 
out once again and clasped her cool fingers around her teacher's hotly 
pulsing shaft. Immediately she began to move her hand up and down in a slow 
caressing motion while her other hand dropped to cradle the heavy, 
sperm-hardened sac of his testicles. 

"Aaaaahhhh...." Clayton sighed, leaning ecstatically against the sofa. It 
was heaven to feel her fingers like this on his aching penis. Alice 
continued to stroke and fondle his rapidly swelling member. She could feel 
the vibrant pulsating life through it, pumping from the depths of his balls 
to the rubbery head, making it surge thrillingly alive between her fingers. 

"Clayton, my love," the girl was saying, "I'm going ... I'm going to suck 
your lovely hard cock now. Would you like that?" 

The aroused teenager hardly knew what she was saying. "I'm going to put it 
right into my mouth. Do you think you'd like that? Do you want me to kiss 
and lick your prick with my mouth?" 

The words etched themselves into the man's astounded brain and he could only 
nod dumbly, hardly trusting himself to speak. 

Alice ran the tip of her tongue over her already glistening lips and then 
bending down slowly, she reached out with it and ran it lightly over the hot 
burning surface of her teacher's passion-distended hardness. 

"Ooooo ... mmmmm...." He moaned, laying back and flexing his hips so as to 
push his pounding rod against her beautiful young face, hovering only a few 
scant inches away. Tingles of illicit pleasure cavorted all over his body, 
making him twitch and squirm with lewd excitement and close his eyes in 
order to release himself into a phantasmagoric world of erotic sensations. 

Her tongue felt wild and hot as it slid over his lust-inflated penis, 
dipping under the bulbous head and tickling the sensitive webbed underside, 
then dropping still further to paint his churning balls with her warm 
saliva. 

"Now, I'm going to put it into my mouth," she whispered, stopping her 
lascivious task for a moment. 

He lifted his head unable to resist watching as she formed her luscious lips 
into a tight, teasing little circle and then slowly, torturously, slid them 
down over the rounded head of his cock, taking it right up into her open 
mouth, and then locking her widely ovaled lips tightly around the hard, 
palpitating rod of his flesh. 

"Oh, it's ... it's wonderful, Alice," he moaned, jerking his tingling shaft 
forward to force it harder up into her hungrily welcoming mouth. Now she was 
actually sucking his cock and it was better than anything he had ever 
experienced! It was enough to send him out of his mind with sheer, crazy 
pleasure! 

Alice too was feverish with excitement as she tasted the piquant flavor of 
her teacher's desire-hardened cock, and inhaled his arousing masculine odor. 
Oh God, he was old enough to be her father, but the sensations he awakened 
inside her! 

Clayton was half out of his head with passion. Never in all his years of 
marriage with Carol Ann had he felt anything remotely like this. It was an 
act which his wife had considered lewd and obscene when he had asked her to 
perform it. But Alice wanted it. Voluntarily she had wanted to taste his 
growing shaft in her mouth, wanted to experience it sliding and slipping 
between her tightly clasping lips. Wow, it was as exciting and as 
titillating as he could have imagined. 

Clayton kept staring up at her as she continued the task she was so 
obviously enjoying. He had never seen her face like this, distorted with 
lust, yet suffused with a look of pure unadulterated pleasure. She was 
without doubt excited about sucking and licking his cock, every bit as much 
as he was. He was fascinated by the sight of her pink mouth circled tightly 
around the throbbing shaft of his penis, and the way it held on so securely 
as he pulled his rod out until just the painfully throbbing head was still 
enclosed up inside its warm, wet moisture. Then he wanted to ram it up hard 
into her mouth, right to the hilt, and he was amazed at the way she could 
take it all between her lips without choking. In fact, he felt as if she 
could swallow it completely, balls and all! 

. 

Raging excitement was rampant throughout his trembling body as his hips 
flexed rhythmically, shoving his rock-hard cock up between her hungrily 
clasping lips, right up until the head touched her tonsils. Her hand 
continued to squeeze and pump on his rioting testicles, making them feel as 
if they were ready to explode at any moment. 

"Oh Christ, Alice," he mumbled incoherently, "I love the way you suck up my 
cock ... it feels so good...." 

The impassioned teenager warmed from her teacher's lascivious praise and 
continued her slave-like sucking of his desire-heated penis. She felt 
completely immersed in his manly body, as much a part of him as one of his 
limbs. Her feelings for him rushed out in an excess of tenderness as she 
continued to orally caress and tantalize him, deriving pleasure from his 
moans of ecstasy. 

But Clayton, excited beyond his wildest dreams, couldn't hold back much 
longer. It was all too much for him-the incredible lewd act which was being 
performed on him, and especially the gorgeous red-haired teenager who was 
doing it. It was just too much and- 

"Aaaaahhhhhh ... keep sucking! I'm cumming!" he shrilled, his body 
stiffening suddenly on the cushion as he began to ram his spasming cock hard 
up against the back of her sensuously flexing little throat. His face was 
flushed and coarse, obscene sounds were rushing from his half-open mouth. He 
was lost in a different world, aflame from the different sensations of 
pleasure which were hurtling around all over him. His penis felt as if it 
was on fire, ready to detonate at any moment into the moist sucking cavern 
of her mouth. 

Suddenly the deep rumble in his balls, still being massaged rhythmically by 
her ceaselessly working hand, heralded the hot onrush of his sticky white 
sperm as it erupted wildly out from the head of his jerking penis. 

With an effort of will, the helplessly aroused man lifted his head because 
he wanted to see with his own eyes the sight of his lovely red-headed 
student drinking down his hot thick semen as it spurted out from his 
painfully ejaculating cock. 

A glaze came over her eyes as she began to accept his warm, creamy offering, 
and then her cheeks filled and hollowed as it rushed copiously into her 
mouth and she swallowed and gulped it down as fast as she could. Her 
saliva-glistening lips were tight around his twitching cock, as she clung 
eagerly to it, not willing to let even a single drop escape. Her face was 
flushed and moist, and he could see the faint gulping movement of her throat 
as it rushed down unchecked into her gullet. 

God, it was incredible, the gasping teacher thought, not for the first time, 
as he lay back on the sofa, his entire body wet and steaming, as his red-hot 
penis emptied its last into his crouching student's thirstily drinking 
mouth. Eddies of pleasure still curled around inside him and his head was 
cloudy and pleasant, dazed in a calming sort of way. 

Alice thought, he must be satisfied now. He really dug the experience. 
Something had happened between them and he couldn't deny it. No matter what 
Mr. Bond's scruples were, he and she were real lovers now, and she felt as 
if he was the most wonderful man in the whole wide world. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Clayton Bond actually considered the possibility of suicide. 

The future looked so bleak and frightening, either with or without young 
Alice Grady that he didn't know how he could face it. When she left after 
she had sucked him off, his home suddenly seemed a cold, unfriendly place, 
and his small home town a writhing mass of prying, accusing souls always on 
the lookout for transgressions on his or anyone else's part. A fitful 
night's sleep didn't do anything to help the troubled history teacher so 
when the next morning, Saturday, dawned bright and warm, he decided on the 
best restorative of all-a long, quiet day alone in the country. 

Whenever he felt troubled or worried, he usually found that a drive a few 
miles out of town to the State Park helped, and then a slow, meandering walk 
usually cleared up the last of his demons. He decided when he got up that 
morning to pack a small picnic lunch and a thermos of martinis and spend 
most of the next day away from the town where he could hopefully think over 
what he had to do. 

The best and wisest thing, he reflected as he drove steadily along the 
highway south toward the forests along the river, would be to quit his job 
and leave the town where he was born and brought up. But even thinking about 
such a move was anathema to him. Already he could feel a tightening in the 
pit of his stomach, and a feeling of dread spreading through his body. Oh 
God, he couldn't bear the thought of that. He knew it was crazy, immature 
for a man of his age to be so reluctant to leave, but that was the way he 
was and he couldn't change now. But if people find out what happened between 
Alice and myself, I'll be forced to leave ... or worse! 

The thought sent a chill scurrying down his spine. He just couldn't think 
about that now. It was always a possibility of course, and through worry 
about being discovered, he'd pay the price for his misdeed. And if there was 
a confrontation with the police or Alice's folks, there would be no good in 
his denying everything. After the divorce, people would be ready to believe 
anything bad about him. 

And that was another thing. If he left town, now or anytime in the near 
future, wouldn't that mess up his divorce proceedings. Maybe even make 
things bad so that she might be able to sue him for alimony? Well, he had 
enough worries without that, he thought bitterly. 

But on reflection, he realized that there was nothing concrete he could do. 
Obviously, he had to avoid the girl like the plague from now on. But that 
was going to prove very difficult. For not only was he her teacher, but it 
was such a small town. Besides, it was apparent that young Alice had no 
intention of avoiding him! He had to smile when he thought of the 
youngster's persistence. How she refused to believe him when he said there 
should be nothing further between them. She just doesn't take no for an 
answer, he thought fondly and then immediately tried to put all thoughts of 
his young lover out of his head. But that was so difficult to do. The 
troubled teacher sighed deeply, a frown creasing his forehead. The terrible 
truth was that he just couldn't trust himself as far as she was concerned. 
Yesterday evening when she had unexpectedly called on him, he had told her 
twice that there was to be no repeat performance of what happened that day 
in the classroom. Once, just before he wound up stroking and caressing her 
pussy and then again just before she sucked his cock and swallowed his hotly 
flowing cum like a starving lamb at its mother's tit. God, how weak-willed 
he was! If only he could steel himself against her hurt, innocent looks, her 
girlish pleadings. And against his own rampant desire for her! 

Yes, that was the stark-naked fact. He wasn't so much won over by her pleas 
as conquered by the force of his own lewd passion for her healthy young 
body. He might as well face that fact right now. Look it right in the eyes 
and see it for what it was-the avaricious lust of an older man for the 
youthful favors of a girl less than half his age! 

He shivered involuntarily, appalled by the crude image of himself that he 
had evoked. But it was a true one, and seen in that light, his desire for 
the girl was almost a vulturous one as far as he was concerned. 

But she's so beautiful, he told himself weakly, immediately conjuring up a 
picture of her child-like, yet womanly features. I can't help it if I'm 
attracted to her, he reflected. It's not my fault; it's just one of those 
things! But the fact was that he was attracted to his young student was not 
the real problem he had to solve right now. His dilemma was how to avoid her 
in order to keep the passion at bay because he knew he couldn't count on 
himself not to succumb when he came face to face with her again alone! 

Meanwhile, from her cramped position under the back seat of Clayton Bond's 
car, Alice was beginning to be sorry that she ever got the crazy idea of 
sneaking along on her teacher's private outings. But it had seemed a good 
idea at the time. She wanted to get to his place early that morning anyway 
because she had a hunch he might try and slip away somewhere. Then she 
noticed that he was making preparations for what seemed like a day trip 
because he only took a picnic lunch with him, but no clothes or overnight 
bag. So it seemed a real groove to open the back door and slip in under the 
blanket on the floor of the back seat. That way he couldn't go anywhere 
without her. But now, after what seemed like hours of driving, every bone in 
her body was aching, and all she cared about was being able to stretch. But 
she didn't want to show herself until he had stopped somewhere. Wow, he 
might go off the road from shock and surprise. But he was so determined to 
avoid her and call things off if he could, and she was equally resolved in 
pursuing their relationship as far as she could. 

Instinctively, and of course from her experience of the last couple of days, 
she realized that she could win him over if she tried long and hard enough. 
She sensed-and he had admitted that he was attracted to her and that it was 
only scruples which held him back. Well, she didn't have any of those and 
she was bent on dissolving his. She was crazy about him and had had enough 
of a taste of his potency. Now she was ready for more, and with the curious 
restlessness of the young, she was determined to get her way, no matter 
what. 

Clayton was glad when he finally got to the State Park. He had been there 
many times and knew that he could avoid the public picnic and seating areas 
and settle in some nice secluded spot. He felt urgently in need of a drink, 
and was glad he had had the foresight to include a thermos of ready-mixed 
martinis. Almost right away he found an enticingly cool and secluded spot, 
after following a barely discernible path for a few hundred yards. He was 
able to park the car in a clearing where he was completely obscured from 
view on every side. That was what he wanted-peace and solitude in which to 
think-and sip his ice cold martini! 

Even out of a disposable plastic glass, the drink tasted good, and as it 
slithered down his throat, he felt its calming powers reaching out to soothe 
and relax. He leaned back against the seat, reveling in the sun which was 
streaming in the window and the extreme peacefulness of the spot he had 
chosen. Then his revery was suddenly, shatteringly broken! A soft, seductive 
child-like voice crooned from behind him. 

"Hi Mr. Bond, it's me!" 

The astounded teacher froze in shock at the sound of the voice behind him. 
Good God, was he having hallucinations? Or was his young mistress really 
there with him in the car? 

He jerked his head around, his eyes wide and questioning, just as the stiff, 
weary girl was climbing up from under the blanket in the back seat. 

"Alice! How ... where...." 

Somewhat sheepishly, she clambered over into the passenger seat and looked 
beguilingly at him. 

"I hid under there when I saw you were going away! I didn't want you to 
leave me behind. But, wow, was it ever cramped back there! I thought you'd 
never stop!" 

Clayton felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't help 
it; this little 'Lolita-like' nymph seemed to be conspiring against him 
every minute of the day! Suddenly, the peace he had momentarily found seemed 
as ephemeral as it really was, and he lost all hope of finding a 
satisfactory solution to his problems. It was just no use; fate was against 
him and there was no use in fighting it. Discovering that the girl had been 
an unwanted passenger in his car all along was just the last straw; he 
couldn't be blamed for what happened in the future. He had tried to combat 
the forces which were making him act against his will, but he had failed 
miserably. This last shock was horrifying proof of his dismal failure. 

"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Bond. I didn't mean to upset you," Alice said, but her 
words didn't seem to be having any effect. She was really sorry now that she 
had come. Her appearance was causing him real stress, and she didn't want 
that. Worst of all, she didn't know how to make things better now. 

"Here! Have another drink. That'll make you feel better for sure," she said, 
filling his tumbler again with some of the martini mixture from the thermos. 
In fact, she was tempted to have some herself, but thought she'd better not. 

The miserable teacher accepted the glass and began sipping it, still without 
speaking. He just didn't know what to say. And all he could really do was 
take her back. He couldn't allow her to spend the rest of the day with 
him-that was out of the question. 

"You've spoiled the whole day for me," he said coldly, without looking at 
her. "I intended to do some serious thinking and now your mischievous trick 
has ruined everything." 

"I'm sorry," she replied contritely, wishing that the handsome man wasn't in 
such a foul mood. 

"It's too late for that," he snapped peevishly. "You just won't believe me, 
will you, when I tell you that it's over between us? I don't want to see you 
alone again. I don't care what your feelings are-I just can't put my life 
and livelihood in jeopardy for the sake of ... of a passing passion! I can't 
and I won't!" 

Alice was stunned. She hadn't seen him so cross and angry before and hadn't 
really realized that he was capable of hurting her so cruelly. Maybe he 
didn't care about her at all after all. He talked about lust ... was that so 
bad? He seemed to like the things she did to him and the time she made him 
cum with her hand. But now he didn't seem to care about her anymore. 

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she fought to control them. She didn't want 
him to see how much he had wounded her. 

"Well, I guess I'd better go then," she said, sniffing audibly as she opened 
the car door and started to get out. 

For a moment the distraught teacher stared at her, and then moving quickly, 
he put out a restraining hand. 

"Oh, Alice, don't ... come back here and we'll talk it over! I didn't mean 
it to sound so harsh!" 

He drew her back into the car and closed the door. Almost miraculously, her 
face cleared and she was smiling mistily at him. A warm tender look was 
shining from her eyes and her arms were around him in an inviting and 
grateful way. 

She was irresistible to Clayton like this. "Oh, baby ... I didn't mean those 
things. It's just that I was so frightened when you appeared suddenly. Well, 
you must admit it was kind of a surprise for me, wasn't it?" 

"I only wanted to be near you," Alice said artfully, snuggling up closer to 
his strong, hard body. 

"I know that, darling," he murmured softly, his eyes closing as he held her 
in his arms and cradled his head against her breasts. God in heaven, he 
thought silently, this is the end. I just can't help it. I'm too soft, at 
least as far as she's concerned. I can't let her go! 

Now that he had reached some kind of a conscious decision, the handsome 
teacher felt better. Of course, he would always have doubts, and from now on 
his life was going to be one long worry. But he was sure that it would be 
worth it. Besides, he really didn't have any alternative. Fate was working 
against him, and his liaison with Alice was obviously foreordained. It had 
to be because events were working so uncannily against him and in her favor. 

But now wasn't the time to be worrying about the ethical angle of what he 
was about to do. It was wrong, there was no doubt about that, and there was 
absolutely no precedent to excuse his illicit relationship with a girl of 
her age. Absolutely none. But that still didn't deter him. It couldn't; he 
didn't think that even hellfire would. Because something inside him wouldn't 
be stopped or crossed. His desire was like a beacon forever lit which 
wouldn't be quenched and which guided him toward his irrevocable 
destination. And that destiny was little fourteen year old Alice Grady! 

"You see, darling," he began gently, "the reason why I've been rebuffing you 
is not because I don't love you, because I really do. But let no one tell 
you that you and me becoming lovers isn't wrong. Because it is. Of course, 
sometimes these things can't be helped, and the best we can hope for is that 
we don't hurt anyone else, and maybe give each other a lot as well. So that 
isn't so bad, is it?" 

"No, that's just what I was thinking," Alice said eagerly, avidly drinking 
in his words. "And besides, in a few years when I'll be twenty-one-" 

"Hey, that's a long time in the future! I'll be an old man," he laughed, 
doing a rapid calculation. "Let's just worry about the present for the 
moment." 

He hugged her slender body to him again, filled with a overwhelming 
tenderness for her which embraced her youth, her curious precociousness and 
lack of guilt, even her concern for him. 

"Now, honey, how's about we slip over into the back seat?" 

Alice's heart began to thud loudly at his words. She wasn't a virgin, but 
still.... 

"You mean so's ... so that...." Clayton nodded, his eyes soft with desire. 
"Yes, so that I can take your panties off and we can make love," he 
whispered tenderly, pleased at the look of disbelief and pleasure which 
wreathed her beautiful face. Yes, he thought silently. It seems very 
calculated, doesn't it? But what's the use in mincing words? It's what we 
both want, and after the way she sucked me off yesterday and the way I 
fingered her pussy and made it cum, what's the point in being coy all of a 
sudden. 

In a way, he could hardly believe it was happening this way. He never in his 
wildest dreams thought the day would come when he would say almost casually 
to a girl half his age, "I'm gonna take your panties off!" But that in 
effect was just what he had said, and more surprisingly still, with nothing 
leading up to it. He had no excuse now of having been carried away by liquor 
or by the situation or even by the girl's coy persuasion. No, surely he must 
have shed all his inhibitions to have suggested such a thing. But it's only 
the result of having finally come to terms with myself, he thought almost 
dispassionately as he slipped over into the spacious back seat where Alice 
was now waiting eagerly and impatiently. 

If Clayton Bond was astounded at what he had suggested, Alice Grady was no 
less so. Only minutes earlier, it looked as if he was going to have left her 
stranded on the highway to hitch a ride back to town. Now her handsome 
teacher was suggesting that they 'do it' right here in the back seat. It 
seemed too incredible for words! But it just proved that her hunch had been 
right and that she had been right to play it. 

"Are you a little bit excited?" she asked him, rather unnecessarily, as it 
was obvious that the man was already aroused. 

"Mmmm, yes...." he gasped, wishing that he could fling off his pants because 
already he had a hard-on fit to kill. But he didn't want to rush things. 
"You just leave everything to me. I'll tell you what to do and everything 
will be all right. Remember, I'm your teacher and I know best!" 

A tingle of anticipatory pleasure rippled through him as he threw himself 
completely into the different yet familiar role he had chosen for himself. 
Also, the fact that they were in a relatively open place added to the 
excitement. Anybody might come by at any moment and see him screwing a 
fourteen year old girl. But somehow the thought of that made him tremble 
with perverse delight, and he couldn't help smiling to himself. I certainly 
have become depraved, he grinned, not too unhappy with the thought. 

"Now, Alice, darling, you might as well take your clothes off! ... See, I 
already have a hard-on. I'm ready, my love. Look, give me your hand and you 
can feel how hard it is!" 

As if in a trance, Clayton then reached out and guided his hand up under her 
short skirt. A thrill of excitement curdled through him as he felt the warm 
naked flesh of her thigh and then the damp crotch of her panties, wet from 
her already excitedly secreting vaginal juices. Oh man, he could almost feel 
the palpitating of her hotly churning little pussy through her panties, and 
he suddenly felt intoxicated by the erotic wildness of what they were doing. 

"Oooohhhh, Alice, baby, let's fuck now ... I can't wait any longer!" 

And the young girl felt the same way, but she wanted to prolong the lewd 
agony ... to savor every wild forbidden second of what they were doing. 
That, in her opinion, made everything ten times better; the thrill of 
anticipation was almost as good as the act itself. 

"Mmmmm, I can see your cock is lovely and hard," she nodded, reaching out 
and touching the throbbing bulge. The intensely aroused man felt as if he 
had just touched an electric socket, and he was afraid for an agonizing 
moment that he was going to shoot his wad right then and there. 

"Take your pants off," the bold teenager of this new, free generation 
admonished, as she began to unzip her skirt and slide it down over her hips. 

Clayton couldn't keep his eyes from her panty-covered hips as they came 
enticingly into view. He could see the flame-tinged little curls of her 
pubic hair through the diaphanous fabric, and the straying red tendrils that 
escaped out from under the leg band of her panties were driving him crazy! 
His throat suddenly felt dry and parched, and his whole body felt as if it 
was under a terrible strain. It was like a crazy dream that he was here in 
his back seat with a half-naked red-headed teenager and that she was slowly 
taking off her clothes and waiting for him to do the same. With trembling 
hands, he slid down his trousers and pulled off his shirt. Now he was 
wearing just his jockey shorts while his gorgeous student was clad only in 
her bikini panties. She wore no bra, and he could see ... clearly for the 
first time in the light of day, the firm ripe mounds of her tantalizingly 
budding young breasts. He longed to reach out and grab them, squeeze them so 
tight that he'd leave red welts on them. He wanted to reach over and kiss 
and suck those beckoning pink nipples which were like hard pointed spears 
jutting out excitingly from the creamy softness of her breasts. But he 
suddenly felt afraid again. 

"S-someone will see us here," he whispered, his face reddening slightly as 
he saw how intently she was staring at his very obvious erection. There was 
a wild, lustful look in her young eyes, and her lovely mouth was shaped into 
a lascivious grin. 

"Nobody'll come by here, and even if they do . 

. what does it matter? It's a free country!" 

He couldn't believe how free this child was 

... and how very aware of her sexual needs. She was like a young animal, 
ruled only by the needs of her sensually alive body. 

Clayton hesitated for a fraction of a second, and then with a swift movement 
he pulled off his underpants and felt a wild feeling of relief as his 
desire-distended cock was able to leap free from all constraint. All doubts 
forgotten, the teacher moved over closer to his student's voluptuous body on 
the leather car seat. His hands roamed freely over her alabaster flesh, 
anxious now to make up for lost time. 

"Now, you take off your panties!" he whispered hoarsely, tugging at them. 
She smiled at him with an instinctively coquettish gesture, and began to 
slowly ease them down over her enticingly curved asscheeks. 

She loved the way his face glowed with desire as he stared at her completely 
naked body. She could almost feel the burning intensity of his eyes as they 
seared into her trembling vaginal area, and the young girl knew that the 
time had come to forget about further delays. She wanted his strong, virile 
cock fucking up into her just as much as he obviously wanted to fuck her. 
She didn't want to wait any longer. Her pussy was tingling with an insistent 
tickling, and there was a deep ache of longing in the pit of her stomach. 

Quivering with excitement, she spread her legs wide and lay back against the 
smooth cool car seat, pulling her naked older teacher over between them, her 
hand still clasped firmly around his vibrantly pounding cock. 

Without hesitation, Clayton reached down and grasped her hotly palpitating 
young breasts, instantly closing his fingers tight around them and beginning 
to caress and knead them with intense passion. He rubbed her two rock-hard 
nipples mercilessly, watching as she squirmed and moaned from pleasure. She 
still kept her hold on his penis, pressuring it gently as if she were trying 
to encourage it little by little into even stronger erection. Passionately, 
the older man reached down and planted his mouth on hers, grinding his lips 
against her full soft ones, and this time it was her tongue that shot into 
his mouth, swirling around crazily, wetly, teasing and taunting his in a 
flurry of commingled saliva. 

The two bodies, hers young and curvaceous, his rock hard and hairy, melted 
together in a single drive toward the fulfillment of the passion which had 
sprung up in the classroom only a few days ago. The dark-haired teacher had 
been on the girl's mind for months, her every day and night filled with 
longing dreams for him, while her cool collected teacher had hardly been 
aware of her existence. 

For Clayton, she had sprung into his life in a way that made him realize 
that he'd never forget her, and it seemed to him now that he had always been 
haunted by the specter of her or some other teenage girl for years-ever 
since the crushing disappointment of his marriage became undeniable. Their 
desire and need for each other was now no longer to be negated. Fate had 
unerringly decreed that culmination should come on this quiet Saturday, 
miles from town, in the back seat of his car. And who was he to fight it? 

Then suddenly, he remembered something. Better not get her pregnant, that 
would be the end. Taking a pack of rubbers from his wallet, he removed one 
and made her put it on for him. Jesus Christ, he groaned to himself as he 
felt her small tender fingers caressing his cock teasingly, a small wicked 
little smile on her face as she rolled the paper thin material up over the 
full length of his heavily throbbing hardness. 

"There, Mr. Bond, now you can fuck me good with it," she smiled as she lay 
back and opened her thighs wider. 

"Now, honey, just guide my cock right between your legs and into your hot 
little cunt-hole," he whispered lewdly, knowing really that now instructions 
were not needed but enjoying as usual his role of teacher in a new 
situation. 

"Yes, fuck it ... please fuck it now...." the enflamed redhead whispered, 
still holding his pounding shaft so that the hard, rubbery head was only a 
few inches from the moistly trembling furrow of her pussy the tip tickling 
into her soft pubic fuzz. 

My God, how ready he was. He'd explode out all over her naked little belly 
and pussy hair in a minute if he didn't get to ram his cock right up into 
her cunt right now! He'd go crazy from the tension of waiting when his rod 
was like a stick of dynamite ready to go off any minute. 

With torturous slowness, she inched the blood-heavy length of his penis 
toward the small, star-shaped opening of her hungrily waiting cunt, 
obviously enjoying his breathless impatience. There was no doubt in the 
man's mind that the lascivious child enjoyed being in control. She was 
reveling in her feeling of power. But he didn't mind at all ... not at all. 

He gasped in electrifying excitement as the hot sensitive head of his 
turbulent cock came into agonizing contact with the tenderly pulsating 
tendrils of her outer vaginal lips. She held it there for a moment, nudging 
it gently against the quivering little, fuzz-fringed split, grinding her 
hips around slowly beneath it as she titillated and tantalized his 
blood-thundering cock-head. 

Then something seemed to snap inside the lust-demented man. A blaze of red 
flashed through his head, and he ground his teeth in a harsh snarl of 
impatient, angry desire. He couldn't hold back any longer. He'd had enough 
of Alice Grady's teasing ways. His body was on fire, every nerve ending 
tense and taut beyond endurance, and if he didn't fuck it deep up into her 
hot little belly soon, he'd go crazy. 

A pure primal impulse surged through the man and suddenly he was no longer 
Clayton Bond, a thirty-five year old school teacher. He was all ages of man 
rolled into one frustrated male, seething with suppressed rage and passion 
for a flirtatious, teasing woman. Well, this time he was going to be the 
dominant one and assert his male supremacy if necessary. He'd had enough of 
teasing and holding back-now he no longer cared for anything but the need to 
satiate his rampant desire to fuck shitless the provocative little redhead 
who was spread out so invitingly beneath him. 

His hands tightened like vises on her flaring hips, holding her down firmly 
against the car seat. And then without warning, he lunged forward, taking 
her completely unawares, driving his strong virile penis right up between 
the passion-swollen lips of her openly spread little pussy-hole. 

"Aaaaaahhhhh ... eeeehhh...." she gasped as much from surprise as anything 
else. And then she was conscious only of an overwhelming feeling of pleasure 
and contentment. She spread her thighs wider still, allowing his taut, 
muscled hips to fuck up between them, letting him slide his pumping penis 
more easily up into her eagerly receiving young cunt. 

"Aaaahhhh ... mmmmmnnnn...." she sighed, this time in complete acceptance of 
his heavily throbbing hardness. She lay back luxuriantly, her whole being 
filled with desire and happiness, giving her body over wholeheartedly to the 
whims of her magnificent lover. 

Clayton continued to fuck his painfully tingling cock up between her 
outstretched legs, feeling her hotly sucking inner cunt muscles closing in 
warmly around his hardness, sucking it eagerly into her hungrily waiting 
little belly. Seconds later, he hit bottom-he had sunk his lust-laden shaft 
to the hilt in her greedily grasping fourteen year old cunt, and he was sure 
he could feel the bottom of her belly-deep up inside with the very tip of 
his penis. He held it there for a long, satisfying moment, savoring the 
fullness of what was happening. At long last, he was actually fucking the 
gorgeous teenage redhead, the sexy woman-child who had been provoking him to 
near insanity these past few days. Suddenly it seemed completely natural for 
him, Clayton Bond, to be screwing this sexy young fourteen year old cunt in 
the back seat of his car. 

"Oooohhh, Mr. Bond, your cock feels lovely inside my pussy! I had no idea it 
would feel this good!" 

Her praise warmed him as he began to withdraw, pulling out slowly, feeling 
her inner vaginal membrane clinging wetly and tenaciously to his rock-hard 
length through the paper-thin rubber as if her ever-hungry pussy was trying 
to devour him up inside. When just the bulbous head of his shaft was still 
enclosed by the greedily nibbling edges of her cuntal orifice, he drove it 
forward again, this time sinking it without hesitation right up into the 
depths of her quivering, impassioned body. 

"Oh, darling! Oh, lover! It feels fantastic ... Oh, I just love the way you 
fuck my hot pussy...." 

Clayton was wildly aroused. All his inhibitions and fears had dropped away, 
and he felt himself completely obsessed with his fucking of the exquisite 
young student. He no longer cared about why or how a girl of less than half 
his age was able to arouse him so completely when he had been left cold and 
unmoved by his wife and also by the many adult women in town who had pursued 
him after his separation. The only thing that was important now was that 
they had finally managed to find each other and that he had been able to 
accept the situation for what it was. Or, to put it more clearly, to accept 
what he was ... a lecherous older man lewdly and irrevocably attracted to a 
girl who could even be his daughter! 

But the passionately aroused teacher didn't trouble himself anymore with 
those ponderings; he gave himself over completely to what was happening, and 
threw himself wholeheartedly into the illicit fucking of the nakedly impaled 
young vixen. He wouldn't have cared if the whole town of Newton had filed 
past the parked car and peered in. He wouldn't have cared at all! 

Alice's arms had snaked up and were clasped tightly around his neck as she 
thrust her pelvis upward to receive his deep, hard instroke and then pulled 
it back again, grinding her soft-satiny buttocks down into the softness of 
the car seat as he slid his driving cock out, prolonging till the last 
possible second his withdrawal. His hard strong chest was flat against her 
heaving breasts, the spearheads of her turgid nipples digging into his flesh 
as their two nakedly stripped bodies rippled and twisted together in obscene 
gyrations of lust. 

Now Clayton was blissfully undisturbed by any doubts or worries. He was 
immersed completely in their fucking, and his nostrils flared wide as he 
inhaled the almost acrid scent of sex, which filled the car. He also liked 
the wet, slapping sound as he thrust his wetly glistening cock up into the 
excitedly secreting passage of the redhead's pussy. It was clamped warmly 
and wetly around his shaft as he lunged up into the dark depths of her 
helplessly aroused little belly, moaning and gasping incessantly as he 
pistoned in and out. 

"You're so wonderful, my little love!" he panted. "It's pretty obvious that 
... you don't ... need any teaching!" 

Their flushed, perspiring bodies moved together as one, with not a 
hair's-breadth between them. The redheaded teenager felt as if she were 
floating on wings of pleasure as darts of exquisite sensations shot through 
her each time the older man sent his hard, lustfully throbbing cock shooting 
up into the depths of her cunt. Her entire body was tinglingly alive, every 
pore exuding her sensual pleasure. She had never thought that she would ever 
experience physical love like this, so complete, so overpowering as to 
render her almost insensate. So total and arousing that she didn't think 
she'd ever be normal again. 

And thanks to the beguiling teenager, Clayton was discovering a part of life 
which he thought had passed him by for sure. Now he knew he could never live 
without this kind of excitement again, that his job alone and the 
satisfactions it afforded would never be enough for him. He was awakened 
from a long sleep of indifference, and he knew he'd never fall into it 
again, and neither did he want to! 

He thought his student looked breathtakingly beautiful as she lay there 
writhing and squirming under his deeply-fucking loins, her face flushed, her 
full lips moistly parted, her blue eyes hazed with desire. My God, she was 
incredible-just like a vision. But better ... it was reality and she was 
right there pulsing against his naked flesh. 

The hot rushes of pleasure which were gathering deep inside him warned the 
man that he couldn't hold out much longer. The strained tension in his 
churning balls was almost too much for him to bear, and his cock felt as if 
it had swelled to three times its normal size inside the warmly clasping 
little tunnel of her cunt. 

Alice, too, was feeling the pressure of pent-up passion as her body shook 
and quivered, slapping wetly against his rhythmically thrusting pelvis. Deep 
swirls of thrilling sensations were surging inside her helplessly churning 
belly, making her shiver and feel hot and cold at the same time. Her head 
was whirling, a sure sign that she was beginning to lose control, and her 
fingers tightened like claws into his well-muscled back as she strained and 
twisted almost inhumanly beneath him. 

Then moments later.... 

"Oh, dear God! My pussy's going to cum! Aaaahhhh ... Keep fucking it like 
that, lover!! It's-It's ... Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!! C-Cuummmiiinnnggg!!!" 

In rapt fascination through the mist of his own approaching release, the 
older man stared down at the spasming young girl, watching as her face 
became transformed, tightening inscrutably under the weight of her orgasm. 
She was battering her upraised crotch relentlessly against his pistoning 
penis, her legs tight and unresisting around his hips. She held him in a 
weird sexual strangle-hold as if she were trying to drain him of all the 
pleasure he had to give. Her inner vaginal canal was tugging furiously on 
his throbbing cock, and he felt as if it was going to be yanked away by the 
roots. He head was thrown back, and she was moaning uncontrollably as she 
bucked and jerked her way to complete fulfillment. 

Suddenly, the man felt the hot downpour of her speedily released climactic 
juices. They bathed the palpitating pressure pot that was his penis, warming 
and soothing it like a velvet glove, urging him on to enjoy the same 
unloosening pleasure. There was a deep rumbling in his seething balls as if 
a cannonball had been discharged, and then a volcanic eruption along the 
length of his spasming cock signaled his oncoming orgasm. A noise like an 
express train thundered through his head, and suddenly, he lost all 
realization of what he was doing or even where he was as he fucked 
ruthlessly between the young redhead's outstretched legs, sending his white 
sticky semen shooting up into the far reaches of her own still wildly 
cumming young cunt-hole and then bouncing back against his heavily spurting 
cock in the tight confines of the protective rubber sheath surrounding it. 

"My cock's cumming, too, baby! Oh, my God, It's cumming!" Clayton moaned in 
a rasping, panting voice as he jerked his pelvis brutally against the wet 
steamy valley of her vagina, sending jet after jet of his roiling semen up 
into her openly accepting pussy. 

The steamy windows of the car seemed to close in on the man as he twisted 
and flailed wantonly on the back seat, still fused together unmovable with 
the tingling body of his red-haired student. Pleasure had overcome him to 
such an extent that he was no longer really aware of it. He was lost in a 
swamp of softness and femaleness, immersed in the warm sensuality of the 
beautiful redhead he had just fucked. He no longer even felt a sense of his 
own identity; he was nothing but a body, a pleasure-giving form, guided by 
the blind need to dominate and possess and also to give and receive as much 
sensual satisfaction as he could. 

At last his rapidly deflating penis began to slip wetly from Alice's 
helplessly flooded pussy, and the panting teacher collapsed weakly on top of 
her voluptuous body, feeling her arms tightening enfolding him to her bosom, 
cradling and comforting him like a wonderful, erotically tamed tigress. 

Later, she slipped the smooth-skinned rubber from his deflated cock and 
smiling wickedly at him, tied the end of it together to trap the wetness of 
his semen inside. Then she dropped it in her open purse. 

"I just want to save this, Mr. Bond," she whispered throatily. "Then when 
I'm alone at night in bed, I can taste it any time I want to with my 
tongue." 

Clayton felt his cum-drained cock jerk almost alive at the wild thought and 
felt like fucking her again without one, but his better sense prevailed. 
There would always be time now ... Lots of time to fuck this hot-cunted 
little girl any time he wanted to.... 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Over two weeks had passed since that licentious fornication in the back seat 
of the car, but Clayton Bond was strangely restless. In fact, he was in a 
strange mood altogether because nothing seemed to satisfy him. It wasn't 
that he was worrying about his affair with young Alice being found out; he 
had almost reconciled himself to eventual discovery by the busy-bodies in 
the town. And it wasn't as if he didn't find his relationship with his young 
student exhilarating, because he did. The very fact that he had to use all 
his wiles and stealth to keep on meeting the girl added to the illicit 
pleasure, and each of the clandestine rendezvous were all the more 
titillating because of the fear of being watched. No, it wasn't that. He was 
still thrilled with the fourteen year old's tautly voluptuous young body and 
the natural, animal-like way she fucked. So he wasn't getting tired of her. 
But something was definitely bothering him. 

Ruthlessly, he had to submit himself to vigorous self-examination. He knew 
that he had shaken off his doubts and fears about entering into a liaison 
with a girl so much younger than he. He had reconciled himself to the fact 
that he could be, and was, attracted to a girl of that age, when he himself 
was actually old enough to be her father! Yes, he had come to terms with 
that and the strange realization that a mere teenager had the power to turn 
him on sexually where his wife and other more experienced women had failed. 
And it wasn't that he had found his wife repulsive, because he had been 
deeply in love with her when they married. He had been sure of lasting 
happiness in her arms and would never have dreamed that sexually they were 
totally incompatible. 

Nor would he have believed that he could have found contentment and 
satisfaction in the slim fourteen year old's luscious young body. Who'd have 
thought that her special mixture of childish exuberance and womanly power 
would be the key that would unlock his heart and free him from the dullness 
of his almost nonexistent sex life. He'd never have thought it himself, and 
yet through a series of fateful events he had been brought face to face with 
his destiny and forced to look at and accept it for what it was. 

Desperately, the troubled teacher looked around for some excuse on which to 
latch his feelings of unease and vague dissatisfaction. To his trepidation 
he could find none-none but the real one, that is. For days he had tried to 
fight the realization that was slowly dawning on him, and then he found that 
it was too late. It couldn't be denied, no matter how much he wished it to 
be otherwise. 

For the stark, unappetizing truth was that young Alice wasn't enough for 
him! The passionate teenager was not able to satiate his longing for a 
youthful vibrant body! 

Now that he admitted the grisly truth to himself, he felt much better. After 
all, it wasn't so very bad, really, was it, to want to experiment? It was 
only natural-most people did it as a matter of course. It was foolhardy to 
expect that now he had discovered his penchant for young girls, he could be 
satisfied with his very first choice. Oh, Alice was wonderful without a 
doubt, but he longed for the novel sensation of once more discovering the 
delights of an adolescent body. discovering the delights of an adolescent 
body. 

He couldn't help feeling guilty about harboring such disloyal thoughts, 
especially when he recalled how openly his young mistress adored him, and 
how often she talked about marriage when she reached twenty-one, and how she 
didn't want any other boyfriend. Childish chatter, he knew, but the girl had 
an intense streak in her which made him think that she was single-minded 
enough to carry out what she said. 

But as much sympathy as he felt for the ardent teenager, he had to consider 
himself too. And it was highly difficult not to let his thoughts wander when 
he stood at the head of his class of mixed boys and girls. Nineteen pretty 
young girls, aged fourteen and fifteen ... how could he be expected to stick 
to just one, pretty and lovable as she was? It just wasn't human to expect 
it of him, and this was one case where he felt the restraint of his young 
lover's age and wished that she could somehow have the mature understanding 
of someone older. 

He knew that it was too much to expect of her. And the one time he had 
tentatively hinted about getting involved with other people, she had gotten 
first terribly angry, and later very hurt and wounded. No, it was no use 
expecting her to be understanding. 

But his own feelings and desires couldn't be denied. He felt he had to give 
rein to them, or else he would go crazy. After all, he was a passionate, 
full-bodied man, thanks, of course, to Alice, at his sexual peak, a time 
when he should enjoy himself to the full. He just couldn't restrict himself 
to one young woman! 

For days now, he had pondered over it, knowing in his heart that he wasn't 
going to deny himself. In fact, he had someone in mind already. The trouble 
was-well, Alice was the trouble again, for not only would he have to cheat 
on her, but the girl he desired to fuck the hot little tits off of more than 
anything was her best friend, Ellen Miller! 

He really tried to turn his thoughts elsewhere, because he wanted to 
consider Alice's feelings, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get 
the petite, blonde-haired teenager out of his mind. Ellen was the complete 
antithesis of Alice, who was bold and adventurous. But Clayton knew that he 
was rapidly becoming obsessed with the blonde girl and couldn't look at her 
without mentally stripping off her crisp little blouses and short skirts and 
devouring her golden young body. Oh, Christ, he'd go crazy if he didn't fuck 
her hot little pussy too-it was as simple as that. No matter what the 
results were, he'd have to get up beneath those thin little panties of hers, 
"But what does he want you for?"' Alice questioned belligerently, refusing 
to believe her friend's repeated insistence that she didn't know. 

"But he must have given you some idea of why he wants you to stay after 
school today?" 

Ellen shook her head, just as surprised as Alice was at this unexpected 
request of Mr. Bond's. She couldn't imagine what it was all about, but on 
the other hand she couldn't understand what Alice was getting so keyed up 
about. 

"Maybe he just wants to chew me out about homework or something," she 
suggested, wishing that they'd talk about something else. But Alice was 
acting so strange lately anyway. She never seemed to talk or think about 
anything else but Mr. Bond, and was forever making stupid hints about how 
special he was and about how there were things going on that she, Ellen, 
didn't know about. 

She wished that her friend would pull out of it and get back to her normal 
self. Sure, she used to enjoy speculating about the darkly good-looking 
teacher with Alice, especially when they didn't do it all the time. But now 
her friend wasn't interested in what she had to say and brushed aside all 
Ellen's own fantasies about him in a condescending way that made her real 
mad. 

"But he must want you for something special," Alice insisted darkly. "Are 
you sure you're not holding out on me?" 

"For crying out loud, Alice," said the usually imperturbable blonde girl, 
"stop yakking about it. It's probably nothing, and besides, I'll tell you 
about it tomorrow!" 

Alice had to be content with that. But she was deeply troubled. Nothing she 
could put a finger on, but she just had a hunch that something was afoot, 
and her hunches had a way of being right. If things were going perfectly 
between herself and Clayton, she wouldn't have worried. But lately it seemed 
to the astute girl as if she couldn't do anything right. He was impatient 
and snappish, and no matter how many times they made love, or what way they 
did it, he never seemed to be satisfied. That worried her, not because she 
felt she couldn't keep up, but because she felt it was a symptom of 
something worse. 

Her one big fear was that Mr. Bond would get tired of her. If that happened 
she didn't know what she'd do. She'd just die without him. 

She wasn't interested in other boys, or men, for that matter, and felt that 
she never would be. The morbid side of her nature was showing itself more 
often these days, making her dilatory in her studies, and that wasn't going 
to endear her to the teacher much. Because no matter how lost in lust they 
had been the evening before, the next day she'd better have her homework 
done-or else. 

She wished with all her heart that things were going as well as they had the 
first week. When she tried to talk about it, the teacher just shut up like a 
clam, except for that time when he started to hint about how maybe they'd 
better start seeing other people. But she didn't want to hear anything about 
that and had made her feelings on that score quite plain. So things were 
strained between them, and worse still, she wasn't going to be able to see 
him tonight, on account of having to catch up with homework. But it gave her 
a chance to get a few assignments done. And tomorrow she'd find out all 
about why Clayton had asked Ellen to stay back after school! There was 
probably nothing in it all ... in fact, there'd better not be! 

* * * 

Clayton Bond's heart was churning in his ribcage as he sat pouring over some 
books, realizing full well that the rest of the class had filed out and that 
Ellen Miller was standing there waiting. Moments later, he heard the door of 
Mr. McCleary-the principal-close and knew that he was leaving for the day. 
Now, in a few moments, he'd be alone with Ellen in the empty school. 

It was crazy to do what he planned-but it was the maneuver of a desperate 
man. He couldn't stand things as they were any longer. He couldn't rid his 
thoughts of the image of the pale blonde girl in front of him, no matter how 
hard he tried. The only thing the youth-hungry man could thing of was to put 
his rather scanty plan into action. He had a lot to lose if things 
backfired-but everything to gain as well if they didn't. 

At last he looked up and faced the somewhat apprehensive teenager in front 
of him. 

"I suppose you're wondering why I asked you to stay late, Ellen," he said, 
his voice trembling slightly. 

"Well, yes, I am," she mumbled, all sorts of crazy, fearful thoughts going 
through her head. Jesus! The teacher seemed so strange-excited and yet cool 
at the same time. For the hundredth time, she racked her brain to think of 
what she could possibly have done that warranted this private session. 

"I wanted to talk to you about something important-in private," he went on, 
hardly able to keep his eyes on her face. His gaze was drawn magnetically 
down the length of her sensuously curved young body and it was all he could 
do to keep himself from tearing off her clothes and fucking her on the 
classroom floor right then and there. 

"It's about Alice," he went on carefully, hating the tactics he was about to 
use, but not able to think of any other. 

"You see, she and I have a special relationship. You might have guessed 
that. After all, you're her best friend. Now, Alice is a wonderful girl, 
don't get me wrong, but there are some things that she can't do which would 
please me very much!" 

Oh Alice my love, forgive me for talking about you like this but it's the 
only way I can think of for winning little Ellen. I don't mean to hurt you, 
but I can't help it.... 

Ellen was all at sea. She didn't really know what he was talking about. Did 
he mean things like clean his house or shop for his groceries or sew buttons 
on his shirt, stuff like that? But surely Alice could do that. Besides, she 
never said anything about any special relationship! 

"But what do you want me for?" she blurted, not knowing what else to say. 

"I thought maybe you could do some of the things for me that Alice can't!" 
He was looking at her very strangely now, his eyes kind of glittering, and 
she couldn't help feeling a pang of nervousness. 

"B-but what kind of things? I mean, Alice didn't tell me anything!" 

A thrill of pleasure rippled through the older man. It was actually exciting 
to realize that the beautiful little darling was completely innocent. She 
just hadn't a clue about what was happening, and he would bet his bottom 
dollar that she had never even been fucked by a boy her own age. 

"Come on now Ellen, you're a big girl. You know the kind of things boys and 
girls-and men, do together!" 

Ellen blushed beet-red and didn't know where to look. Oh God, she must be 
dreaming. Surely he hadn't meant what he said or what she thought he said? 

"Do ... do you mean that you ... you and Alice...?" she couldn't gasp out 
what she was trying to say. She hated herself for appearing so childish and 
tongue-tied, but she didn't want to say the wrong thing either. What if she 
was imagining things? 

"That Alice has been letting me fuck her? Yes, that's exactly what I do 
mean! Don't tell me that she didn't let you in on the secret?" 

The blonde haired girl was not only dumbfounded, but she felt as if the room 
were suddenly spinning in circles around her. 

She stood there silently for a few moments, trying to digest the astounding 
news she had just heard. No wonder Alice had been acting so weird! She had 
actually been getting fucked by the handsome teacher all this time, and 
without telling anyone. But why does he want me here now? 

In spite of his earlier trepidation, a pulse of excitement now throbbed 
inside of Clayton Bond, and without realizing it he felt the first faint 
stirrings of his inert penis. 

"I see you're beginning to get the message," the lewdly smiling teacher 
grinned, as the suddenly excited child glanced at the barely perceptible 
bulge between the older man's legs. 

"But ... but what do you want me for, Mr. Bond?" she blurted, really only 
for the sake of saying something. 

"I-I...." 

"Look, you can see I'm getting a hard-on, and that isn't happening for no 
reason. I think you know why I wanted you to stay here after school, so stop 
pretending!" 

Oh dear Lord, things were moving too fast for her. He was talking about his 
erection as if he meant ... well, meant that she should do something about 
it. But surely that was too crazy to even think about? But still, Alice 
actually let herself be fucked by him.... 

Now she was becoming strangely and wildly excited up between her legs ... 
and the feeling under her white little panties was totally new to her. She 
was so much less experienced than her more worldly girlfriend. At first her 
instinct had been to run, but she stayed there transfixed, ruled by a power 
she had never felt before. 

"Now, honey, there's no need to be worried about anything!" he murmured, 
trying to control his rapidly increasing excitement. 

"You're not afraid, are you?" 

Mutely, the girl shook her head. 

"Good, 'cause now I'm going to open my pants and show you what I've got 
hidden away there!" 

Ellen stared at him, eyes wide in disbelief. Oh God, this was really 
something! No wonder he was looking all crazy-like! He wanted to take out 
his cock! 

She drew in her breath sharply when she heard the whirr of his zipper as she 
pushed years of parental warnings from her mind. She was tired of being a 
shy, good girl. This was so much more exciting. She reached out to touch the 
wondrous hard cock, and her teacher jerked back as if electrocuted when he 
felt the cool enticing touch of her thin young fingers on his speedily 
growing penis. 

"Oooohhh my little baby," he moaned, "just look how nice and hard it is 
already! Doesn't if feel strong and heavy in your hand!" 

Clayton watched as the young innocent began to finger his cock with dazed 
attention. He felt as if this wasn't really happening to him at all, that he 
was a by-stander staring at the incredible scene of another beautiful blonde 
fourteen year old child holding her teacher's lust-hardened shaft. And he 
might have gone on thinking that if it wasn't for the thrill of illicit 
sensation creeping along his spine. He felt as if every hair on his body was 
standing on end, and he was turning hot and cold at the same time all over. 

"Oooooohhh baby...." was all he could manage to moan as the girl's slim 
tapering fingers closed firmly around his hotly throbbing hardness and began 
to massage it gently with tantalizing pressure. He closed his eyes, blotting 
out the oh so familiar classroom, obliterating everything but the intense 
pleasure he was feeling from the wonderful stroking this passionate young 
innocent girl was instinctively giving his cock. 

Ellen was beside herself with excitement. She could hardly believe that she 
could do what she had never done before. She too had had a crush on Mr. Bond 
for so long, that this was just unbelievable. And she was stunned at how 
much she knew by sheer instinct ... she knew how to touch his big man-sized 
cock, how to excite him more and more. She stared down through her 
lust-dimmed eyes at the heavy, throbbing rod of flesh she held between her 
fingers. It looked so overpowering, so masterful.... 

"Do you like that, Mr. Bond? Do you like the way I slip the skin up and down 
on your penis?" she said sweetly, astounded at the sound of her own voice 
and the nasty little words coming from her mouth. She ran her fingernails 
down beneath his pounding hardness, grating them along the veiny underside, 
and making him moan with unsuppressed pleasure. 

"Oh yesss ... Oh Jesus ... yessss...." he gasped through passion-clenched 
teeth, feeling that if he said anything more he'd explode. He couldn't 
resist looking down however, and he saw that his wildly pulsating cock 
looked bigger with Ellen's small fingers wrapped around it than it had ever 
seemed before. There was a dull ache in his balls, too, which seemed to gnaw 
right into him; and as if she read his mind, the fast-learning teenager 
reached down and cradled them lovingly in her delicate palms, massaging them 
very gently, easing the crushing ache but making him even more excited. 

"Look how much bigger you've made my prick," he crooned, pleased to see the 
girl's excitement increase, He wanted to arouse the girl to the boiling 
point with his obscene words. "I bet you've never touched a cock before ... 
or sucked one ... or been fucked by one. I-I bet your hot little pussy has 
never felt cock in it before, has it? I-I bet you're a virgin, aren't you, 
my love?" 

Oh darn! Why did he have to ask her that? Everyone treated her like a baby, 
just because she looked younger than her age. Heck, she was the same age as 
Alice. The hurt teenager blushed when she thought of it, and blushed 
slightly to think of her friend with her legs open wide beneath the big, 
handsome man and his big hard on that she now held in her hand fucking hotly 
up into her tiny little pussy-hole. 

"You didn't answer my question, love, but there's no need. Because I know 
you've never been fucked by anyone. But don't worry about it-there's plenty 
of time for that." 

Now Ellen was experiencing it for herself, she had a clearer picture of what 
had been going on with Alice, and she couldn't blame her friend for acting 
so strange during the past couple of weeks, and also for the crazy way she 
behaved when she found out that the teacher had asked her, Ellen, to stay 
behind. She must have known something like this was going to happen! No 
wonder she acted so pissed! But what was she going to tell Alice tomorrow? 
She'd have to think of some story that would make her happy. Because it was 
a sure thing that her friend would absolutely flip-out if she ever learned 
about her skinning Mr. Bond's big hard cock up and down like this. 

"You look so deep in thought, honey, and worried! Is it something about 
Alice?" 

Ellen's quick flush betrayed what she had been thinking. 

"Well don't you worry about her. We'll think of something to tell her, 
because we both know how jealous she is, don't we? Now you just forget about 
her, and concentrate on enjoying what we're doing. You are enjoying it, 
aren't you?" 

"Oh, yes, it's ... it's wild!" she breathed, all thoughts of everything f 
lying out of her head. Then she increased the gentle pressure on his warm 
pulsing cock and continued to gently squeeze his sperm-laden balls. 

Her teacher's whole body was now drenched with sweat and was trembling like 
an aspen leaf in an autumn gale. 

"But I bet you've been out with lots of boys! A lovely girl like you must 
get lots of dates!" 

Ellen was flattered. She didn't get all that many dates because she was a 
little shy. But she did get a few, and with some really cute boys too. And 
Mr. Bond thought she was lovely! 

"I bet they always try to feel your tits, too, don't they?" 

Ellen couldn't help blushing as she nodded shyly. 

"Do you like that, baby? To have them touch your boobs?" 

Again she nodded, feeling flushed with heat. 

"I'll feel them if you like," the teacher r murmured, reaching over and 
pressing his hand eagerly against the swell circle of her high, taut breast, 
feeling that her nipple was already hard and erect, jutting against his 
palm. He cupped them both through her thin blouse with his two hands, 
squeezing them gently, drubbing her turgid nipples through his fingers, 
listening with something akin to awe as the innocent child began to make 
little mewling sounds and pressed her tits harder against his caressing 
palms. 

"Mmmmmm yes, I can see you've done that before," he mused teasingly, aware 
that she had not stopped her own erotic stroking of his vibrantly throbbing 
penis. 

The cock-head looked hard and rubbery, and Ellen could see a small drop of 
jism shining in the glans opening at the tip. He continued fondling her 
already well developed breasts, wishing that he could reach back and unhook 
her little bra, and feel them bare and naked with his own hands. 

"I'm getting all excited now, my love, can you see that?" the teacher 
whispered hoarsely. "Soon I'll be ready to cum!" 

Once more, the pale, impassioned teenager nodded mutely. 

"You'll like that! You'll like it when it starts spurting semen out into 
your hand, and I want you to watch it shaking and quivering as it cums! It 
won't be long now...." 

Oh God, he was going out of his mind. The lewd filthy things he was saying 
to her, and the way it seemed to excite him more than ever. God, he was fit 
to burst, every part of his body tingling with pleasure, straining to 
explode in the volcano of his cock. 

"And then.... 

"Aaaahhh! Aaaahhh! Aaaaaaahhhhhh! It's cumming!" he gasped, his back 
straightening suddenly. His face distorted with passion and then he began to 
jerk forward, his wildly spasming cock jumping erratically in the little 
blonde's hand as he began to spew his white, foamy sperm in between her 
fingers. He closed his eyes as he felt himself carried away, oblivious to 
everything but the whirlwind of exciting sensations which were whipping his 
body into a frenzy, making him feel as if he were standing on shifting sand 
and that at any moment he might lose his balance and topple over into the 
abyss of infinite pleasure. 

Ellen too felt as if she had suddenly come alive in a way she had never 
known before in that moment when the man had begun to climax. She was 
thrilled by the sight of his tall, muscular body jerking and shaking with 
orgasmic fever, and she loved the way his strong, rock-hard penis quivered 
and jerked so frantically in her hand as his hot slippery cum spilled out 
into her rapidly milking fingers and palm. 

Yes, thought Clayton Bond, he had been right about this girl. She was ready 
and ripe, a fruit waiting to be plucked, young and innocent but completely 
feminine. He'd enjoy instructing this young student in all kinds of ways of 
love-she'd prove an apt pupil he was sure. He didn't spare a thought at all 
for Alice who was, at that moment, slaving away over an already late 
homework assignment. He was really a man of the moment, engrossed in what 
was happening right here and now. 

At the moment nothing or nobody filled his thoughts as did sweet Ellen 
Miller. For days he had furtively watched her unable to draw his attention 
away from her, and direct it to any of the other girls. No, he had to screw 
this charming, fair-haired little girl silly, come what may. And now he had 
taken the first step and things had gone so well. 

The girl had seemed a bit unsure at first, but as soon as he saw the way she 
grabbed hold of his virilely hardened cock, he knew he would have her as he 
wanted her. He saw her watching him now through narrowed eyes as his wet 
limp penis lay quiet and inert, beating softly in her cum-covered little 
hand. 

"Well, sweet thing, how did you like that? Did it get you excited?" 

She nodded languorously, eyeing him a bit warily again. 

"Then would you like to come over to my place? And maybe we can have a 
little fun over there, where we can be quiet and alone? Would you like 
that?" 

Needless to say, the teacher knew he didn't have to wait for an answer. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Ellen Miller felt strangely bold as a result of this new adventure, as she 
felt the child in her ebb away and a bold and daring woman begin to emerge. 

"Pour me a little of that scotch, too, Mr. Bond," she asked feeling wicked 
and delicious. 

Clayton Bond felt an ironic twinge of conscience, and then had to laugh at 
himself ... he couldn't really deny her the alcohol ... though it did cross 
his mind that he shouldn't because she was a minor. My God, this child was 
oh so willing to be corrupted. 

She took a sip of the bitter drink, and twisted up her face at the bad 
taste. But then she felt a warm rush that seemed to loosen her whole body. 
She felt she could say or do anything. 

"You stay here," she told him in a soft seductive voice, "I'm going to make 
myself more comfortable." And with that the young nymphette slipped into his 
bedroom, leaving the teacher stunned and delighted. "I'll call you when I'm 
ready," she told him from the door. 

Ellen had never felt so free and wonderful in her life. She slowly began to 
undress in front of the mirror in her teacher's bedroom. The masculine 
furnishings, the dark wood dresser and the shirt and tie draped over a desk 
chair from the day before, heightened her feeling of femininity. Often she 
watched herself undress in front of the mirror at home. She would look at 
her well-formed firm breasts and run her hands over them to imagine what 
they would feel like to her first lover. And now it was about to happen. She 
felt so confident admiring her tight yet shapely body in the mirror. She 
placed her own hand gently on her clitoris and felt the intense tingling 
between her legs. 

"Mr. Bond," she called, "Mr. Bond, I'm waiting ... I'm ready." 

The teacher hesitated on the threshold, looking into the semi-darkened room. 
Then his mouth fell open in surprise and his eyes nearly jumped right out of 
his head. Oh Jesus! She was stark naked! 

She was stretched out voluptuously on the bed, with absolutely nothing on. 
Her beautiful yellow hair flowed around her graceful shoulders, and he could 
see the light shadowy patch of her pussy, a soft blonde triangle of juvenile 
fuzz against the creamy lightness of her firm-fleshed young thighs. He could 
see as well the surprisingly full sensuous mounds of her breasts on her 
otherwise almost boyish body, their nipples already hard and erect. In the 
dim light he was able to make out the white even row of her small teeth as 
she smiled a welcome to him, a smile so full of child-like passion, 
innocent, yet fierce, that he almost wanted to flee its power. 

She lifted her arm and motioned him invitingly toward her and he found his 
legs carrying him zombie-like toward the bed. 

"Turn on the lamp so you can see me naked better," she commanded. He flicked 
on a bedside switch and bathed the room in a warm, rosy glow. It was a soft 
flattering light which made her look flushed with desire. The glow of the 
light accentuated the rosy hues of her skin and rounded the contours of her 
slim body. 

Clayton just couldn't take his eyes off her. She looked to him like a beauty 
incarnate, lying there stretched out luxuriously on the bed, her firm young 
legs spread slightly apart. God, he could see her innocent cunt, the way she 
was lying! Just a glimmer of moist, pink flesh beneath the unconcealing 
young pussy fuzz just beginning to sprout out around the thin, vertical 
little slit up between her thighs. 

"Do you like what you see?" she asked, moving her sweet, tapering legs 
another inch or two apart, revealing the curl framed furrow of her wetly 
quivering pussy. 

"Oh my God, yes, yes ... I do," he breathed moving closer to the bed. She 
was more incredible than his wildest fantasies about the young student. How 
had she learned so much so fast ... what deep instincts had she tapped to 
know without any experience what it was to be a woman. 

"Will you take your clothes off too?" she asked pleadingly. 

The wildly excited man needed no second bidding. His eyes still riveted on 
the sensually arousing form in front of him, he began to roughly tear off 
his clothes. Within seconds he was standing there completely naked as well, 
his manly penis already fully erected and pulsating with lewd excitement. 

She held out her arms to him longingly ... and his passion for her almost 
uncontrolled. 

"Mmmmmm, what a nice firm body you've got, my darling! It's even nicer 
without your clothes ... look what it's doing to my big cock," he said. 

She blushed with pleasure at his lewd praise, which spurred the teacher on 
more. He threw his arms around her neck and bruised his lips against hers in 
an eager, hungry kiss. 

Ripples of pleasure shooting through her trembling body, the aroused blonde 
nymphette felt the teacher's tongue slipping between her lips. At once she 
began to dart her own tongue around his, tripping and sliding in a frenzy of 
desire. Her arms embraced him around and she pressed her warm body to his, 
wishing that he would envelop her completely, smother her with the well of 
love and passion she felt springing up between them. 

His hands found her full straining breasts again and dug almost painfully 
into them, kneading the warm alabaster flesh, finding the hard bud of her 
nipples and squeezing them mercilessly. Suddenly his mouth dropped down to 
enclose one rubbery peak, and she couldn't suppress a sigh of pleasure at 
the pinpricks of pain mixed with delight that she felt from his sporadic 
nibbling of her sensitive nipple. 

The aroused woman-child felt his hotly throbbing cock nudging against the 
softness of her belly, and she reached down, grabbed its hardened length, 
and squeezed, making him reach with the same sensations as he was giving 
her. Her other hand ran freely over the hard-etched muscles of his manly 
body, rejoicing in his massive masculine quality, astonished by the 
perfection of his manliness. 

"Are you glad I came home with you?" she questioned, realizing that she 
wanted to gauge his reaction to everything she said and did. 

The engrossed schoolteacher didn't answer but just squeezed harder on her 
erotically tingling breasts. 

"Why don't you reach down and tickle my pussy the way I'm tickling your 
cock," she whispered throatily. The teacher could hardly believe the 
thrilling words coming from this innocent's mouth. Never had he been so 
wildly excited. 

Clayton heard her words but didn't trust his voice to make any reply. 
Instead, he released one of her full, ripe mounds and dropped his hand 
slowly into the warm valley created by their lewdly entwined bodies. Ellen 
drew in her breath sharply when she felt his hand making its way downward, 
and then gasped audibly when his fingers came into contact with the damp 
curly tendrils of her pussy hair. 

The man could hardly breathe as he began to explore the warm moist flesh of 
her vagina. First the curling wisps of pubic hair which tangled with his 
fingers, and then the warm fleshy outer lips which were like wet velvet to 
his touch. Slowly, torturously, he insinuated his fingers into the softly 
yielding folds and recesses of her moistly quivering pussy, feeling her 
entire cuntal area flower open to give him access to its mysterious, and 
still untouched treasures. 

"Oooohhhhh ... I like that...." the writhing girl moaned, throwing her legs 
far apart, and revealing for the first time to his gaze the full pink split 
of her nakedly exposed cunt. 

The passion enflamed man couldn't resist the impulse to move down the bed a 
little so that he could get a better look at the breathtaking sight which 
was enfolded before him. Without taking his eyes from the enticing spot, he 
crept down until his dark wavy head was level with her white thighs and he 
could see everything ... he could see the petal-shaped opening of her 
virginal pussy, pink and contracting slightly, and just above it he could 
see the reddish tip of her clitoris which he knew would be excited if he 
touched it. Her hair-fringed outer lips were blood-swollen already, and 
beneath them, he saw the fluted shell-like edges of her soft inner cunt 
lips. 

It was fabulous, just fantastic. Best of all, he caught a faint trace of her 
sweet young pussy-fragrance and that made him more intoxicated still! 

"God ... my God ... you're beautiful," he panted. "Can I kiss it ... can I 
kiss your lovely little cunt ... oh please!" 

"You mean lick it and eat it, like?" 

"Your young boyfriends never did that for you, did they?" 

"Oh, no! I-I've never done anything before really." 

"Well, my little darling, you just lie back and I'll start kissing and 
licking your pussy. You'll like that and then ... maybe in a little while, 
there'll be a surprise for you!" 

"A ... a surprise?" 

"Yes. I won't tell you what it is ... you'll see soon enough my sweet ... 
you'll be so excited and happy when I start kissing and sucking your 
beautiful little naked cunt!" 

Aflame with excitement the trembling teacher settled himself between the 
girl's obscenely splayed thighs, his face only inches away from the warm 
steaming furrow of her hotly throbbing little vagina. He placed a hand on 
each of her firm, supple thighs, and stared down once more at her excitedly 
trembling pussy slit. 

Then slowly, cautiously, he reached out with his long wet tongue and flicked 
lightly at the desire-swollen flesh in front of him. 

Ellen pulled back slightly, titillated by the thrilling contact of his wetly 
heated tongue on her most sensitive flesh. But then she flexed her hips 
forward again, because she wanted to feel more and more of his hot tongue 
licking up between her legs. Sighing blissfully, she gave herself completely 
over to her mature lover. 

"Oooooooo, wow...." she said, "I-I've never felt anything so wonderful in my 
life! ... yes ... yes ... run your tongue over my cunny that way!" the young 
girl urged, her body twitching ecstatically from the dart-like licks of 
pleasure shooting all over her. 

With increasing excitement the crouching man between her legs slithered his 
tongue over her moistly churning vaginal split, probing into the honeyed 
secret recesses, exploring the fleshy pulsating folds that had never been 
touched before. Her pussy tasted so sweet and luscious, and his head was 
dizzy from the intoxicating odor of her warmly perfumed little pussy. It 
seemed incredible that he, Clayton Bond, was actually in his own bed with 
his beautiful young student, settled between her widespread young legs and 
that he was actually kissing and tasting her warm, juicy fourteen year old 
cunt! Jesus, just think! Less than an hour ago, he had been waiting at the 
end of school terrified with anticipation ... afraid of her unknown 
reaction. And then the exquisite surprise at the way she instinctively and 
knowingly handled his cock, jacking him off until it had finally spit it's 
cum wetly out into her hand! And then, when he had invited her back to his 
house, the way she had become emboldened and lay naked before him and ready 
to have her cunt licked on his own bed. 

And the excited young girl gave no thought at the moment to how enraged her 
best friend Alice would be; she just wanted to be able to share this 
unbelievable experience with someone. 

Clayton warmed even more to his lewd task, growing ever more daring, sending 
his sensuously curled tongue into the beginning of the tight little opening 
up between her wide spread thighs, searching scurrilously among the damp, 
tangled little pubic hairs which grazed against his nose and cheeks ... and 
being rewarded for his labors with moan after moan of obvious delight. 

Suddenly he found the hard, blood pumping bud of her erect little pussy 
nipple and, without hesitation, he nipped at it gently with his teeth, 
holding it firmly while he titillated it with his tongue. 

"Oh wow! Oh wow! You're driving me crazy!" the ardent teenager moaned 
helplessly as she thrashed around on the bed, shivers of lascivious pleasure 
chilling her shamelessly aroused body. Her fingers were curled into little 
claws, digging futilely at the sheet, while her beautiful, passion-distorted 
face was turning from side to side, lost in a sea of wanton abandon. 
Rhythmically she ground her desire ridden pussy against the man's flushed, 
half-hidden face, trying desperately to satiate the ravenous hunger burning 
deep in her loins. 

Clayton was thrilled by the wild response he had evoked in the young girl 
and continued to tantalize the blood-engorged knob of her clitoris. His nose 
and mouth were -rimmed by the wet, rhythmically clamping lips of her cunt, 
and her sleek naked thighs were like a satin vise pressing against both 
sides of his face and ears. He was completely immersed in the taste and feel 
and smell of her delectable pussy, and his tongue worked ceaselessly and 
almost independently of him as he finally released her clitoris and began to 
lick wildly over her entire vaginal furrow. 

Magically, his searching tongue gravitated toward the slightly contracting 
hole of her virgin cunt, swirling teasingly around it, delicately touching 
it and then drawing back almost fearfully. 

The man longed to plunge his tongue right up into the dark moist orifice but 
he held back, not knowing for sure what he should do. She was a virgin ... 
he didn't want to cause her pain. But the aroused teenager was so excited 
already-but maybe he should just keep on with what he was doing, and just 
keep on sucking and licking her pussy the same way. 

"Ooooh, I love the way you eat my cunny," she gasped just then, her words 
barely coherent, "I just love it when you kiss and suck my pussy!" 

Her laudatory words were encouragement enough, and regaining his breath for 
a few seconds he stopped his frantic licking. Then, hesitantly, he placed a 
thumb and forefinger on each fleshy, swollen outer lip and drew them firmly 
apart, revealing the unprotected circle of her tiny little cunt mouth, 
fringed by her tiny fluted inner edges. Then without warning, he stiffened 
his tongue and rammed it right to the hilt up into her wetly clasping 
vaginal tunnel. 

"Aaaaagggghhhhhh!! Oh ... it tickles so good ... she cried. And then that 
moment of pleasure dissolved into even larger more r t overwhelming waves of 
pleasure ... and thrills so deep and intense she could hardly believe it. 
Then her whole naked body jiggled and danced obscenely as she adjusted 
herself to the wet, slippery tongue which was plunged far up between her 
legs. 

A ripple of prurient excitement coursed through her and she realized 
honestly that she enjoyed the sudden forcefulness of her darkly handsome 
history teacher. She wanted nothing more than to subjugate herself 
completely to the dominating power of his pleasure-giving tongue. 

Clayton continued to thrust his stiffened tongue up into her greedily 
grasping cuntal passage, enjoying the way her tight inner walls clamped 
warmly down on it, almost trying to drag it by force up onto the hotly 
churning depths. Now he felt completely a prisoner of her thighs, buried in 
the swamp of her wildly demanding body, surrounded by the aura of intense 
eroticism. He drove his tireless tongue relentlessly up into her insatiable 
pussy, pistoning it up rhythmically, deep stroke after deep stroke, as he 
orally fucked her the very best he could. 

"My God ... it's incredible!" the inflamed teenager panted, "You really know 
how to eat a girl's cunt, Mr. Bond! I'm going crazy from it ... I've never 
felt anything like this before ... I'll just die from pleasure!" 

Her obscene encouragement floated around the cunt-dazed man, echoing weirdly 
amid the sibilant sucking sounds in the room, goading him on in his 
salacious task, imbuing him with self confidence, making him forget 
completely that he was tongue-fucking the nakedly spread little pussy of a 
girl young enough to be his daughter, and who was his student as well! 

He felt her excitement mounting, as she writhed and twisted her young loins 
around beneath his face in ever more wild motions. Her incredible excitement 
urged her to reciprocate in kind, and the thought of the man's highly 
aroused body spurred her on as she was perilously close to climax ... 
something she had never experienced before. 

The next thing the man knew was that her fingers were circled around his 
rigidly throbbing cock, teasing and stroking it into even greater hardness. 
Thrills shot through him, skittering along his spine, making him shiver and 
sigh into the fragrant morass of her vagina. 

"Oh, don't stop now," she cried wildly, "Don't stop tonguing my pussy or 
I'll die!" Her voice sounded nearer and then he felt the soft brush of her 
hair against his thigh. My God, she had turned right around so that now she 
was lying with her head toward the foot of the bed lying in an opposite 
direction from him-and he had hardly noticed. 

"Ooooh, I want to suck your big hard cock while you lick my pussy, Mr. 
Bond!!!" she cried deliriously. 

The man's head was spinning and he couldn't think at all anymore. He was 
nearly crazed with excitement as the woman-child responded with experience 
beyond her years. 

"I'm going to suck your cock while you lick my pussy! Will you like that ... 
will you?" 

He almost sputtered up into her wetly throbbing vagina from the effect of 
those lewd words coming from such an innocent mouth. God, it was crazy, an 
unbelievable wet dream! It just had to be! 

"I'm going to suck and lick and kiss your cock, put it right into my mouth 
and suck it until you cum like this afternoon! But don't stop ... don't stop 
tonguing and kissing my cunny!" 

Her lust-hoarsened voice droned on and on and the man thought he was in 
another world. Oh God, he couldn't believe it! God, she was fantastic ... 
most fabulous dream he had ever all rolled into one! Her very touch on his 
wildly excited penis was driving him out of his mind, and even now he could 
feel the first tentative touches of tongue on his hard throbbing flesh. 

She started to swirl her wetly heated tongue all around the swollen length, 
encouraging it to grow and expand, while she gently caressed his 
cum-seething balls. 

He wanted to cry out his excitement and passion but at the same time didn't 
want to cease his ministrations to the young girl's erotically heated pussy. 
He was past all rational thought now. All he was aware of was overwhelming 
sensations of bliss, unlike even the best he had experienced before. 

Then something inside his head exploded and it began to spin. It was all he 
could do to keep darting his tongue up into her hot, quivering hole, because 
at that moment the lascivious girl had sucked his cock right into her soft 
warm mouth! He could feel her full wet lips closing in tight like an elastic 
band around the shaft, just below the sensitive head, and now she was 
beginning to slide them up and down, taking more and more of his palpitating 
rod of flesh into the liquid heat of her mouth. Her hand still massaged his 
churning scrotum, making him ache with longing to find release and with a 
desire to prolong the forbidden pleasure as long as he could. 

Oh God, this is heaven, the intoxicated girl thought as she sucked and 
milked hungrily at his pulsing cock with her avidly working mouth, tasting 
his manly flesh for the first time. Oh wow, it was all so new and exciting, 
so completely different from anything she had ever known. It was wonderful 
sucking his throbbing hot hardness, her initiation into the rites of 
love-making, controlling and guiding his pleasure while he gave so much to 
her. If she were to die that instant, she reflected not too unhappily, she 
wouldn't care at all! 

Her mouth worked frenetically over his hotly throbbing shaft, kissing and 
licking and slavering, driving him into a frenzy of passion which could go 
no further than equal her own. Her body felt like a drum, taut and stretched 
on which the tempo of excitement was being tattooed with increasing urgency. 
The vibrant beating of intense sexual arousal reverberated throughout the 
length of her trembling frame, and she sensed with the instinct of an 
untamed female animal, that there was more to come ... something even wilder 
and more far out ... she knew not what. 

And she wanted to take him there too, to bring her lover to the razor's edge 
of sensation. 

Ellen wanted him to feel the cliff-hanging passion that she was 
experiencing. She wanted them both to hang there together for a moment 
before hurtling off together into a bottomless chasm of mutual happiness. 

Now Clayton was past the point of all control. His body was alive from the 
tip of his toes to the top of his head, and it was only mechanically that he 
was still thrusting his eagerly sluicing tongue up into her hungrily 
grasping young vagina. His whole being was concentrated on the wonderful 
thing that was happening to his wildly pulsating cock, and he was oblivious 
to everything else. His aching balls felt as if they were made of lead, but 
that a fuse had been lit there that would detonate at any moment and explode 
him into a million fragments. He wanted now to spurt his jism into her 
voraciously sucking mouth. He wanted his sperm to cascade down her slender 
throat; he wanted it more than anything else in the world, and he didn't 
think he could hold back now, not for anything. 

But the wildly abandoned teenager beat him to it. All control slipped from 
her hotly perspiring body as she felt great ripples of hitherto unknown 
pleasure sweeping up from her loins. My God, what is happening to me! she 
thought as she lost herself in the swirling maelstrom of the beginning of 
the first orgasm of her young life. Her head felt light and dizzy and she 
longed to drift completely away, while at the same time she hungered to 
taste her teacher's warm, creamy semen in her mouth. She wanted to savor 
every second of that, while at the same time enjoying to the hilt the myriad 
of new sensations of pleasure which were tumbling through her right now as 
she swept irrevocably to a shattering climax! 

"Oooooohhh ... aaaggghhhhhhhh...!" she moaned and cried deliriously lost, 
"Aaaaarrrrgghhhhhh...!" 

Clayton felt the steamy wetness of her suddenly released vaginal juices and 
the fierce battering and twisting of her body told him that she was cumming! 
Oh God, he had made her cum for the first time in her life! That was an 
incredible thought and it made him fill up with pride and self-satisfaction. 
And her warm wet mouth continued to tug and milk on his cock, and he was 
ready to cum too! 

Hoarse sounds of his coming pleasure muffled up into her feverishly 
twitching pussy as the impassioned man gasped with unsuppressed sensations. 
His heated penis was jerking and spasming wildly now up between her tightly 
ovaled young lips, which still clung tenaciously to his suddenly wildly 
ejaculating cock. An eruption in his balls sent thick pungent sperm shooting 
along the full length of his crazily jerking shaft and foaming out into the 
warm welcoming cavern of her mouth. She was drinking down his cum, right 
from his exploding cock! He longed to see. the beautiful young woman doing 
that, to watch her face as she wildly gulped down his hotly spewing liquid, 
but he couldn't, because her tightly clenched young thighs were still 
locking his face firmly against her hotly quivering pussy. 

But he didn't mind. He was excruciatingly alive in every nerve-ending and 
his head was pulsating with the pressure of his orgasm. Her body felt warm 
and yielding against the length of his, and he suddenly felt himself melting 
into her, almost becoming a part of her sweet voluptuousness, as she kept on 
sucking and wringing every last drop from his deflating, emptying penis. 

She had sucked him dry, and now he was slipping into the arms of an euphoric 
peacefulness which was as welcome now as intense passion had been minutes 
earlier. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Alice Grady was miserable. Nothing could cheer her up. She dreaded each new 
day, when only a week before she had hardly been able to sleep at night for 
the excitement of each dawning day. But everything had changed now. Her 
history teacher didn't love her any more-she was sure of that. She only saw 
him once this past long, painful week, and even then, when they had gotten 
naked and made hurried love, he had been preoccupied and short with her. 

Then he said that he thought it better they didn't see each other so much 
and hope had shriveled inside her. Dark terrible suspicions occurred to her, 
and she tried to discount them. Desperately, she tried to rationalize 
things, saying he was busy, that he was right-they shouldn't see quite so 
much of each other, but nothing could damp the miserable thoughts which kept 
crowding into her dazed brain. He had found someone else! 

The very thought of that being a possibility threw her into the most crazed 
of rages, and yet all of the evidence pointed that way. Even in her relative 
inexperience, she could tell that the handsome, dark-haired teacher was 
attractive to many women. That realization only made things worse, for it 
was obvious that he was finding satisfaction elsewhere. Once a week just 
wouldn't be enough for the passionate teacher. 

And there was only one person who could have usurped her place as his lover, 
and seething anger burned slowly inside her as she thought of her erstwhile 
best friend, Ellen Miller. It just had to be that blonde-haired little 
bitch! That little slut had avoided her like the plague since that day last 
week when Mr. Bond had asked her to stay late after school. Something must 
have started then and was still continuing! 

The unhappy teenager saw red each time she thought of that possibility, 
which was rapidly becoming a probability. Yet she couldn't bring herself to 
do anything concrete about it, like finding out for sure. She knew that she 
was reluctant to discover the truth because she couldn't face the fact that 
the handsome teacher preferred someone else to her. Least of all, that 
goody-two-shoes little creep, Ellen. 

Jealousy gnawed away at her, making her pale and listless, making her even 
less attractive to the man, particularly compared with the exuberant young 
Ellen. But by the end of the week Alice was convinced of her worst fears. 
She was ready to throw all caution to the winds. She would have her revenge. 
After all.... 

Bill Moore was so crazy about her he'd do just about anything she asked.... 

* * * 

Clayton Bond didn't waste any of his time thinking or worrying about Alice. 
Every fiber of his being was concentrated on his new, exquisite young 
mistress, the sweet-faced blonde youngster who had supplanted his first 
teenage love in his favor. He couldn't think of anybody now but Ellen. 
During class he could hardly keep his eyes off her and was hardly aware of 
the burning anguished look Alice was sending him. Even the brief session 
when he had fucked the red-haired girl and made her suck his cock during the 
week didn't make him regain any of his previous violent desire for her. All 
he could think of was getting away to Ellen. 

Even if he thought about it, he could hardly explain his surprising 
about-face. To him it was simple; he had fallen in love with young Ellen and 
now Alice didn't exist any more. He was so swept along on the wave of his 
passion for the young, cherubic teenager that he didn't stop to scrutinize 
his behavior and to realize that he was acting in a somewhat callous and 
inconsiderate way. He, who was usually so sensitive to the moods and needs 
of adolescents, forgot everything his profession had taught him in the drive 
for his own satiation. Worse still, he lost temporarily that delicate 
intuitiveness and perception of the feelings of others which made him such a 
good teacher. 

All he cared about right now was Ellen, or more accurately, his desire and 
passion for and possession of the beautiful young student. Nothing else 
mattered but the hungry demands of his sensually honed body. 

And Ellen Miller? 

That fourteen year old was in heaven. She'd have done anything for the manly 
teacher and was still incredulous about the new world of pleasure that had 
overtaken her. The impressionable young girl couldn't help walking with a 
more womanly stride and wondered if anyone could tell she had lost her 
virginity. She was naturally pleased by her teacher's obvious adoration of 
her and returned that feeling in kind. By nature she was good-hearted and 
she did feel sorry for her best friend's unhappiness. She tried to avoid 
Alice when she could because she was sure to be questioned by her, and she 
knew herself to be easily led into revealing the truth, no matter what it 
was. Her face was an open book, she had come to realize, and she was 
completely unsuccessful at telling even the smallest white lies. She didn't 
realize however that it was this innocent quality in her which attracted the 
lecherous schoolteacher to her. But that didn't matter anyway. A real source 
of grief to the sensitive child was that she had to cheat on her friend; 
like the generous individual she was, she wished she could share this secret 
with her best friend. 

But that seemed impossible for the moment. That, however, was the only dark 
cloud on the horizon. The world looked pretty good to her, and already she 
was acquiring a mastery of the skills of love. Most of her free time between 
school and the time she had to be home was spent with Mr. Bond, and now the 
school bell at the end of classes had a special meaning for her. 

* * * 

"Darling, you really must be more careful," Clayton chided gently as he let 
Ellen in the back door. "You know as well as I do what this damn town is 
like. Even the walls have eyes and ears, and if you're not more cautious, 
someone will see you and then it will be all over for us!" 

Completely guileless herself, she was finding it hard to maintain the cover 
of stealth and deceit which was necessary for them to carry on their illicit 
affair in the small town. Naturally, she understood the need on a rational 
level, but her disposition was so open and trusting that she sometimes 
forgot just how essential it was to be secretive. 

"Are you sure nobody saw you slipping around the back way?" the worried 
teacher reiterated, unable to suppress a tendency to paranoia which began to 
creep up on him. 

"Sure, I'm sure. Honest, nobody saw me!" Ellen said, throwing her books down 
on the coffee table. "C'mon, Mr. Bond," she said, "let's go right into the 
bedroom." 

She looked at him expectantly, her eyes glowing with excitement, and the 
aroused teacher immediately forgot all his fears and opened his arms to her. 

"Of course, darling," he murmured, folding her close to his erotically 
pulsing body. 

"Let's both get naked right away!" 

Sometimes they had a snack first before retiring to the bedroom, and usually 
Clayton had a drink as well, but today he was perfectly willing to satisfy 
his other appetite first. 

Although only a week had passed since that evening when Clayton had kept her 
after school, Ellen had lost whatever initial shyness she may have had, and 
was now busily stripping off her clothes, anxious to start proceedings. 

The excited older man felt a thrill of pleasure as he gazed at his beautiful 
young lover's naked body. He never tired to looking at it, not to mention 
exploring it. Each time she undressed, it was as if he were seeing her for 
the first time because she had that fresh, untouched appearance which he 
realized he loved. Similarly, each time they made love, it was like the 
first time, except that he didn't have to instruct her any longer. She had 
even become an expert at putting on and taking off rubbers before he fucked 
her. But her reactions to him and his pleasure in her were just as strong 
now as they had been the very first day, and he realized that this was part 
of the reason why he was so absorbed in the young blonde girl. 

"My, you're in a hurry today," she teased gently as she slowly and 
seductively took off her dress and then hesitated for a moment before 
reaching back and unhooking her bra. She loved the look of intense 
excitement on the man's rugged face when he saw her sensuously ripened 
breasts pop free. Under his burning gaze she could feel her nipples stiffen 
and become erect, and the flesh around her areolas become prickly with goose 
bumps. 

Then she reached down and inserted her fingers into the waistband of her 
little white cotton panties and slowly began to ease them down over her 
gently flaring hips, all the time watching his face as her softly curling 
pussy hair first came into view. Then, with a deft movement, she threw off 
her panties and stood before him, completely naked, drinking in the rapt 
admiration plainly written on his handsome face. Today she even did a slow 
pirouette, thrusting out her taut round buttocks as she turned around, 
enjoying her mild form of strip-tease. 

She could see that her teacher's penis was already hard and stiff and there 
was a welling up of heated moistness up between her legs as well. 

"I can see you don't want to wait any longer, Mr. Bond," she crooned as she 
climbed up on the bed beside him, her eyes fastened lewdly on his throbbing 
erection. 

Immediately, the virile teacher pulled her to him and began to cover her 
face with hot burning kisses. His hands tangled in her luxuriant blonde 
hair, and then his mouth found hers and he felt her lips soft and pliant 
beneath his. His tongue darted immediately into the welcoming dance of 
ecstasy with hers. 

"Squeeze my breasts, love," she urged throatily, unable to restrain herself. 
He reached down and enclosed her two firm warm mounds in his hands, feeling 
the pulsating hardness of her nipples, squeezing and massaging them until 
the excited girl began to squirm with pleasure. 

Trembling with anticipation, she reached down and grasped his virilely 
jutting cock between her fingers, thrilling at the feel of its pounding 
firmness in her hand. Smoothly she began to stroke and caress it, coaxing it 
into greater length, encouraging it into blood-filled thickness. 

"Oh, honey, let's fuck now ... without a nasty old rubber ... I'm dying to 
feel your prick naked inside me! I've been longing for it all day long!" 

She slid over on her back, spreading her shapely thighs and revealing the 
glistening pink split of her cunt. 

"Have you been thinking about it, too? 

Were you impatient for school to end too so that you could fuck me? Were 
you, baby?" 

"I sure was, baby," he agreed, moving over on top of her voluptuously 
spread-eagled body and forgetting the rubber. "I was thinking about you all 
day long!" 

"Were you thinking about my pussy and what it looked and felt like? Were 
you?" 

"Oh God, I can think of nothing else," he said, knowing that it was what she 
wanted to hear ... knowing in fact it was the absolute truth. 

Clayton guided the swollen head of his eagerly pulsing penis toward the 
moist quivering orifice of her vagina, feeling the sensitive tickling of her 
pussy hair as it grazed against his throbbing male hardness. He held his 
cock poised there for a moment, his hands roaming excitedly all over her 
helplessly shivering body. 

Then slowly, surely, he surged forward, parting the fleshy, hair-lined outer 
lips with the driving head of his cock, sending it gliding up into the 
smoothly lubricated tunnel of her eagerly receptive cunt. 

"Aaaaahhhh ... that's it! Shove it right up into my pussy!" she moaned in 
utter abandon, splaying her legs crudely and arching her back as her vagina 
flowered open to receive her older lover's deeply pistoning cock. 

He sent his strong shaft plunging easily up between her legs, feeling the 
now-familiar warm pressure of her inner walls as they closed in tightly 
around his impaling rod. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm ... Oooooooooohhhhhhh...." she sighed blissfully as he finally 
hit bottom, his hotly throbbing cock embedded to the hilt in her hungrily 
quivering young cuntal depths. 

Clayton held his pulsating shaft there for a moment, feeling it expand and 
inflate inside her wet welcoming warmth, rotating it slightly to make her 
twitch and gasp with increasing excitement. Then he began to withdraw, 
pulling his desire-stiffened length out slowly, easily, until just the 
burgeoning head was still -rimmed tightly by her grasping cuntal orifice. 

Seconds later, he rammed forward again, this time more strongly, skewering 
her aggressively with his lust-inflated pole. Almost at once he began an 
easy rhythmic sawing in and out, fucking her with surprising expertise, 
concentrating on burying his shaft right to the hilt on the instroke and 
then pulling it out smoothly without losing cadence. Her legs came up to 
clasp tightly around his pumping buttocks, and her arms crawled up to 
embrace the naked man and pull him down hard against her heaving breasts, 
drawing his mouth nearer to her laxly open lips. 

"Oh, God, Darling, you're the most wonderful lover in the world...." 

* * * 

Anger was a tightly woven knot inside Billy Moore's stomach as he stood 
there hunched in the alleyway behind Mr. Bond's ground floor apartment. The 
teacher had fucked his best girlfriend, Alice Grady, and was now fucking the 
one he had planned to get next for himself. And, man, he was fucking pissed! 
His eyes were staring at the back door which he could see perfectly from his 
vantage point-the door through which, minutes before, Ellen Miller had 
slipped so surreptitiously. 

The goddamn fucking son of a bitch! he thought furiously, his hands curling 
into fists, his whole body shaking with wrath and barely suppressed rage. 
"I'll kill the stinking motherfucker! the overwrought teenager thought 
bitterly, as he waited futilely for his chance to reassert his own manhood. 

Deep down he believed Alice Grady when she told him how the teacher had 
seduced both her and her best friend. He thought something funny had been 
going on for sure. All the signs pointed that way, and he'd tried to ignore 
them hoping that by doing so he'd prove to be wrong. But now he was faced 
with proof that Alice hadn't lied-Ellen Miller was involved with Mr. Bond. 

But still he had to be absolutely sure. He had to find out for certain, see 
with his own eyes before he took any steps toward action. He hadn't a clear 
idea in his mind of what he was going to do-he only knew he had to see 
things for himself, in order to be sure that there really wasn't any doubt. 

Cautiously, he slipped out of the alleyway and moved silently over to his 
back door. He's getting careless, the boy exulted a shade triumphantly when 
he found that it was open and that he was able to slip inside without being 
heard or observed. 

For a moment, he stood in the strange kitchen trying to get his bearings. At 
the thought of what had gone on here with his girlfriend, Billy felt a rush 
of pain sweep over him. Hell, how could his girl have gotten tired of him 
and fallen for the fucking old teacher? 

His eyes darted immediately toward the hall where the bedroom door was, and 
woodenly his legs began to carry him there. Maybe Alice lied, he thought 
again. Maybe they're just going over homework or something ... The nerve of 
the guy moving in on Ellen, too, before Billy had had a chance to do it 
himself! 

The unhappy boy stood outside the closed bedroom door, his breathing coming 
in ragged pants, his hand on the doorknob. Sweat broke out on his forehead 
as he listened in horror to the sighs and moans of pleasure coming from the 
semi-darkened room. Oh God, I'll kill them both, he promised viciously as he 
slowly turned the doorknob. 

More sibilant gasps of pleasure and then, "Oh, God, darling, you're the most 
wonderful lover in the world...." 

That was Ellen's voice, he thought, his face red with rage. Unable to 
contain himself any longer, he pushed open the door roughly, not caring if 
he was seen or not. 

His eyes bulging with surprise, he stared wildly across at the bed where the 
lecherous teacher was tangled in the legs and arms of the beautiful Ellen 
Miller, his mouth ground firmly against her full ripe lips, his full-grown, 
male cock buried to the balls up inside her eagerly devouring young 
pussy-hole. 

Billy's mouth hung open in shocked amazement, and his eyes were strained 
from staring at the obscene jumble of naked flesh in front of him. He wanted 
to rush over there and pull them apart, to plant a punch right in that son 
of a bitch's jaw and then ... oh man, the teenager was overwhelmed in a 
morass of feelings ... and excitement. 

Minutes ticked by as young Billy stood there gaping, his eyes fixed in 
unwanted fascination on the thick, jabbing length of his teacher's cock as 
it plunged up between the blonde girl's widespread legs. He could see the 
pink, moist edges of her cuntal orifice as it made smooth rhythmic strokes 
far up into her fourteen year old little belly. 

Despite his revulsion and the shudders of jealousy and rage which were 
convulsing him, Billy couldn't help watching with a growing excitement as 
the schoolteacher and the fourteen year old girl fucked wildly before him. 
Ellen seemed so completely and totally aroused, that he couldn't help 
wondering if the teacher had had the same effect on his girl, Alice ... He 
hadn't ever really seen Alice quite that carried away. In fact, Ellen was 
transformed from the sweet-mannered, innocent kid he knew to a sex-crazed 
woman, thinking of nothing but taking the throbbing cock to its hilt in her 
greedily grabbing pussy. 

She and the teacher were so wrapped up in their impassioned fucking that 
they hadn't noticed anything or heard Billy coming in. They were completely 
oblivious to the fact that they were being watched, and by an infuriated 
jealous boy! But even if they had realized it, they probably wouldn't have 
cared because it seemed nothing could stop the mad, frenzied acceleration of 
their mounting love. 

But Billy, as he grew accustomed to the lascivious sight in front of him, 
was rapidly losing control of himself. 

The passion of his anger was ebbing as the intense feeling of sexual 
excitement was rising in his swelling cock. He felt overwhelmingly drawn 
into the sexual fervor in the room ... his face flushed with passion and his 
eyes burned brightly at the sight before his eyes of the older man wildly 
fucking the beautiful woman-child. And then the anger returned.... 

"You ... you dirty son of a bitch," he cried suddenly, lunging into the 
room, his hands held up menacingly in front of him. "I'll teach you to make 
a fool of me! Fuck my girl! I'll show you who's the real man!" 

Her face contorted with horror, Ellen looked up at him, hardly daring to 
believe her eyes. 

"B-Billy! W-what ... What...." 

"Surprised, aren't you, you little slut!" he sneered, moving closer to the 
bed. "Sorry to interrupt your little fuck, but you and I have a score to 
even, Mr. Bond!" 

The teacher was staring at the enraged boy. He didn't know quite what to do 
and felt himself put in a strange position as his still-hard cock was 
plunged halfway into Ellen's suddenly shock-tightened little cunt. 

"Leave us alone, Billy," he said at length, trying to assume an air of 
authority in this undignified position. 

"You keep your trap shut, you cocksucking, motherfucking shit!" he snarled 
at the teacher before turning his attention once more to Ellen. 

"Now, you little slut, I'm gonna teach you a lesson," he ranted wildly, as 
yet unsure himself of what he was going to do. 

"Don't you touch her," Clayton threatened, his face white with mounting 
fury. 

"Just shut up and keep right on fucking the little whore! After all, she 
seems to be crazy about it!" 

"Please, Billy...." 

"Yes, keep fucking her like crazy, only make her get up on top with her ass 
in the air!" he ordered the older man, ignoring the blonde's pleas. 

"But-" 

"Do as I say!" the furious boy snarled, and the couple thought it best to 
comply with his weird request. They knew he could destroy them both by a few 
words to the right people. 

"Better do as he says," Clayton whispered to Ellen, as he mutely continued 
to thrust his hotly throbbing cock up into her tingling pussy, at the same 
time slipping over on his back and pulling the voluptuous blonde schoolgirl 
over on top of him. 

Billy stared at the couple, crazy lurid plans tumbling around in his brain. 
He wasn't quite sure why he had told them to reverse positions, but now that 
they had done it, a new, obscene idea began to occur to him. 

"W-what are you doing?" Ellen gasped as she watched disbelievingly as the 
tall youth began to strip off his clothes. God, it was weird but terribly 
exciting, she thought suddenly, to be here with two naked men ... and both 
of them wanting to fuck her crazy! 

Now Billy was naked and already his penis was beginning to stand out with 
growing interest. Grasping it firmly in his hand, he clambered up onto the 
double bed, his eyes fixed on the still-fucking couple. 

"Now I'm gonna give you something you'll never forget," he promised as he 
reached over and with his two hands began to caress the smooth, rounded 
cheeks of Ellen's naked ass. 

Her first instinct was fear and she started to pull back from his touch, the 
sensation was so wildly pleasurable, and she felt the touch of the young boy 
from behind while the older man continued to fuck up into her cunt from 
below. 

Then Billy began to pull apart the sensuously curving cheeks of her naked 
buttocks, revealing the thin rosy split of her anal crevice, making her 
shiver with a new, more intense pleasure. She felt shivers of excitement go 
through her when she felt his fingers touch that secret place, probing and 
prodding lasciviously at her small, tightly clenched rectum. 

"Oh, please, Billy," she cried, unclear as to whether she was saying yes or 
no. 

He tightened his fingers in the soft, satiny flesh of her buttocks, making 
her writhe in response. "Keep fucking the teacher," he commanded, 
breathlessly excited, all the time exploring her quivering ass-cheeks with 
his wandering hands. At the same time her cunt was responding crazily to the 
ceaseless lovemaking of Clayton beneath her, who was wild with excitement at 
the complete newness of the situation. 

Then she felt the subtle intrusion of his finger in her asshole, screwing 
itself further and deeper into her nether depths. 

"Aaaaahhhh! Aaaaahhhh!" she cried, wriggling her buttocks wildly around the 
finger to heighten the sensation. Her squirming also caused Clayton below to 
redouble his efforts and sent his power-charged cock soaring up into her 
wetly writhing pussy. Muffled beneath her warm, enveloping body, he was 
hardly aware of what was going on between the girl and Billy, and thought 
that Ellen was just becoming excited from the built-up pressure of his 
continued screwing. 

Billy, his eyes gleaming with lust and excitement, stared down at the sight 
of his finger stuck to the second knuckle in the tightly clamping little 
ring of her anus. A thrill of pleasure rippled through him and was 
reinforced by her wild moans. 

After a few moments more, he pulled out his finger slowly, watching 
wide-eyed as the thin membrane of her sphincter closed firmly back into 
place. His cock by this time was big and pounding with the blood that was 
coursing through it now, and he dropped his hand to stroke it licentiously, 
encouraging it to bigger size and length. 

He began to rotate his lust-distended cock-head around and around her now 
more ready anal opening. For a moment longer, he held it there, and then he 
began to press it, lightly at first, against the small rectal opening. Then 
he surged forward and for a moment she felt a searing pain pop through her 
... a pain which quickly turned into exquisite pleasure as she began to 
enjoy his hard young cock pressing outward against the tightly clinging 
walls of her asshole. 

He held his cock in there for a long moment, enjoying the sight of her anus 
clinging to the thick base of his penis, then he slowly began to withdraw 
his lust-thickened prick from her tight rectal passage. And when just the 
burning head of his penis was still lodged inside, he rammed forward again, 
this time driving his palpitating shaft without stopping right up into the 
hot buttery depths of her tight little rectal opening. 

Meanwhile, beneath her, Clayton was still fucking gamely up into her wildly 
dilated pussy. 

He had by now realized what was going on that Billy was fucking her asshole 
at the same time as he was screwing her cunt. The thought titillated him, 
making him even more excited and wiping away any inclination he might have 
had to protect the girl from him. 

The boy was also astounded at the turn in events as he drove his hotly 
pulsing cock right up into her moistly lubricated rectum. 

"Ooooooohhh ... yesss," she sighed as she suddenly began to thrust back her 
nakedly flaring buttocks, screwing her tightly clenching anus back on his 
driving penis. 

"Yes, that's it, Billy! Fuck my asshole ... fuck me good!" 

The young girl had completely lost her mind to the overwhelming experience. 
Her teacher was still screwing into her wildly aroused pussy. She was being 
asshole and cunt-fucked by two males at the same time ... she was amazed at 
the pulsing intensity of sensations in her anus and her cunt. She loved 
Clayton but she also now wanted Billy so very, very much. There was no 
reason she shouldn't have them both fucking her. After all, they were 
enjoying her together right now, and she was finding pleasure in the 
lascivious threesome herself! 

"Oh, yes! Oh, yes! I like it!" she moaned as she flicked her wildly rotating 
ass-cheeks backward and offered her tingling rectum to Billy's thickly 
sodomizing cock and then flexed her hips down to receive her history 
teacher's hard driving penis below as it fucked up easily into her 
desire-ridden vagina. 

Clayton was astonished by what was occurring, but he was really too excited 
to think much about it. The thrill of being part of a licentious trio was 
equalled only by the realization that he felt relieved at having been 
discovered and could now relax and fully enjoy the part he was playing in 
the obscene three-way fuck. 

Billy felt all resentment and anger slipping away from him as his own 
pleasure overtook him, and he forgot all about everything except the 
physical act of driving his red-hot cock up into her now eagerly accepting 
rectum at the same time as his history teacher beneath her was fucking up 
into her cunt. The two males stroked up as one into her twin passages, 
feeling each other's pulsating shaft through the thin dividing membrane, 
screwing her unanimously and now in complete accord. 

And Ellen, the pivot of this incredible threesome? She was transported to 
the dizzy heights of complete bliss by now. All her worries and fears were 
over. She had no doubts now about what she wanted, and she enjoyed the idea 
of her cunt and asshole being fucked in such a complete way by two 
hard-driving male cocks for pure pleasure. Sandwiched between the bodies of 
her two lovers, the lascivious adolescent felt herself being swept along on 
an overpowering tide of accelerating sensation so that her entire naked body 
was quivering and breathtakingly alive. 

The two males were aware of the rushing current of their passion, and 
Clayton was the first to tumble into the wildly churning maelstrom of 
fulfillment. 

"Aaaaahhhh ... I'm cumming!" he moaned as his muscular form arched and 
stiffened, every nerve ending tingling and excited. His head was like a 
bomb, exploding and exploding again, sending out showers of pleasure-sparks 
which landed on his quivering body and ignited into blazing fires of 
incredible passion as his wildly jerking cock became a Roman candle spurting 
shot after shot of white-hot cum deep up into the young girl's thirstily 
sucking pussy. At the same time, he heard Billy gasp and mutter coarsely as 
he reached his shattering orgasm with several quick, short strokes up into 
Ellen's tightly clasping rectal passage. 

"Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrggggggghhhhh ... I-I'm cumming, too!" Billy cried out as he 
began to maniacally batter his pelvis against the little blonde's buttocks, 
ramming his ejaculating young penis right up to the hilt in her hotly 
milking rectal passage. 

His fingers tightened again on the velvety softness of her ass-cheeks, and 
his face was suffused with a blush of intense pleasure. He had never felt 
better in his life than he did at this moment, both from the realization 
that he had established himself as a potent male vis a vis the older 
schoolteacher. 

The perspiration-soaked bodies of the two males slapped wetly against the 
soft voluptuousness of the naked young girl's provocative form, giving her 
as much pleasure as they were getting from their mutual release. 

Ellen felt that she had reached Valhalla. It was like nothing on earth, the 
feeling of having her two lovers filling her to overflowing with their hot, 
searing sperm which commingled to form a wet pool of undeniable bliss deep 
inside her. She felt safe and secure sandwiched between the two men and she 
allowed herself to drift off into an incredibly satisfying release. Not 
shattering, not overwhelming in intensity, but deeper and better than 
anything she had ever experienced before. Now she was really and totally 
fulfilled in a way she had never envisaged happening to her, and she had 
within her grasp the key to the golden bliss of self knowledge and 
satisfaction. 

She didn't even moan out with pleasure; a sensuous smile curved her lips, 
and her face was imbued with a look of sheer happiness as if she had 
glimpsed the way into Eden. And as far as she was concerned, she had! 

And she came ... and came ... and the spasming of her deeper cuntal and 
rectal muscles was so prolonged that both of the virile embedded up inside 
her belly began growing hard again from the stimulation ... Oh God, she 
thought smilingly to herself, I just can't wait to get Alice in on this, 
too! She would just love to be fucked this way ... and I'd like to watch it 
all and sit on Mr. Bond's face at the same time!!! 


THE END
