Teacher's Animal Initiation
by Carlotta Graham


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 

Glen Carter was in trouble. Big trouble. Little girls have big mouths, but 
he had been too blind to think of it when it mattered. 

Now, the handsome English teacher crossed the neatly trimmed green lawn that 
covered the campus of the Beaverton School for Young Ladies and walked 
briskly to the white Georgian building that housed the administrative 
offices. He slowed his pace as he neared the imposingly prim edifice, and, 
reluctantly, he walked up the short flight of steps, opening the door by its 
gleaming brass handle, and heading for the office of Edith Janeway, 
Headmistress. With every step he asked himself why he had come. Why hadn't 
he just taken off, split, left for the coast... 

"Miss Janeway is expecting you," said Miss Partridge, the prune-faced old 
maid who was secretary to the headmistress. And she gave him a look that 
could have sent him straight to the fires of hell, had she that power. 

He hesitated a moment before entering Edith Janeway's office. Then quickly, 
he turned the knob and walked in. 

She looked up from her desk immediately, a stern look on her face. She was 
an attractive woman, severe looking, with a taste for man-tailored clothes 
that did little to conceal the voluptuous body which lay beneath. 

"I don't suppose there's any question in your mind as to why I summoned you 
here?" Edith Janeway asked, leaning back in her leather chair, one hand in 
her lap, the other petting her German Shepherd Rex, whom she often allowed 
to keep her company in the office. There was a condescending gleam in her 
eye and it seemed she was on the verge of smiling. Yet somehow, she didn't 
dare confront him with that blatant an air of satisfaction. 

"No," he said blandly, looking back at her with an even, emotionless gaze. 

Glen had no intention of trying to defend himself or even make excuses for 
what he'd done. For that, he knew there could be no excuse, certainly none 
that the school board would find adequate. Nor did he have any illusions 
about being able to hold onto his job here as English teacher for the 
duration of his temporary tenure, or even being able to find another job in 
his field. She would probably blacklist him, he thought. But he wasn't all 
that concerned with his career now. 

Of course, he'd been stupid, there was no other word to describe it 
accurately, to have fallen so in love with a teenage schoolgirl. But even in 
that instant, his regret was not so much for the deed itself as for the fact 
that he'd been caught. 

"Nor do I think," Miss Janeway continued, "that I need remind you of the 
seriousness of what you've done." 

"Miss Janeway," said Glen, with just a touch of condescension in his voice. 
"I'd just like someone to drive me into town, and I'll catch a bus out of 
here this afternoon. Let me spare you the trouble of explaining or 
justifying the fact that my services are no longer desired here." 

Now, the beautiful but cool woman did smile, and she moved slightly forward 
in her chair, looking for all the world as if she were doing everything in 
her power to keep from bursting into a full smile. 

"Mr. Carter. I'm somewhat astonished at you!" She chuckled dryly. 

It seemed to Glen a lifetime ago that he had come to Beaverton... Had it 
been just a week ago, that Edith Janeway had met him at the gates with great 
formality, and then later that night come to his room, stripped her clothes 
and asked him to fuck her. Christ! So much had happened in two short crazy 
weeks! Now he looked up at her smiling at him in that sarcastic way. 

"I don't think, the situation is particularly humorous, Miss Janeway." 
Suddenly, the look on her face was deadly serious. "I assure you Mr. Carter, 
it isn't the least bit funny. I'm just astonished that you had the idea that 
you could simply leave and that would be the end of it." 

"What are you getting at?" 

"I am getting at the fact that the Beaverton School for Young Ladies has a 
century old reputation to protect. And I can hardly expect young girls to 
hold their tongues-I don't quite understand how you expect that either-and 
it wouldn't surprise me if by the end of next fall the entire state of 
Pennsylvania has heard of you... not to mention the parents of every girl at 
the school. Now, how likely would you be to send your little girl to a 
school where she would wind up having an affair with her English teacher." 

"That young girl was very special to me... she wasn't just any young girl... 
You know, I don't go along with the outdated concept that a young woman 
should remain a virgin until the day she trades that virginity for a steady, 
high paying job as some man's wife." 

"Has it occurred to you," she said vehemently now, "that there are laws 
against the statutory rape in Pennsylvania. And that here, outside of the 
big cities, it is not terribly uncommon to see them enforced?" 

"Rape!" Glen Carter gasped. Why, the bitch was getting her revenge. 

My God! he thought, watching her playing him into a checkmate. How the hell 
did he get into this predicament. He closed his eyes for a moment, and 
thought back, back to the day he had first arrived at Beaverton. 

CHAPTER TWO 

It had been a bright, warm Indian Summer day, when Glen Carter had driven up 
the long winding dirt road to the Beaverton School for Young Ladies, and was 
met at the entrance gates by Edith Janeway, a huge German Shepherd at her 
side. He remembered how strikingly attractive she was, despite her efforts 
to look severe. She wore a grey suit, perfectly tailored yet unable to 
disguise the lusciously ripe body beneath it. Her jet black hair was pulled 
straight back from her face and tied at the nape of her neck in a bun, yet 
it only accentuated rather than detracted from the incredibly firm ripe body 
she had tried to hide under her masculinely styled suit. 

"Mr. Carter?" she had smiled charmingly. 

"Yes," he had answered, grinning in his handsomely boyish manner. 

"I'm Miss Edith Janeway, the head-mistress of Beaverton. And this is Rex." 
She patted the dog on his head, then extended her hand courteously, briskly. 
"Welcome to our school." 

She shook his hand firmly, yet held it a moment longer than he would have 
expected, looking him over with curiosity. 

"It's Glen Carter, isn't it? Do you mind if I call you Glen... You may call 
me Edith." 

"Delighted to meet you, Edith." Glen could feel the woman looking him over 
as she walked with him down the well-kept gravel walkway, past a beautifully 
maintained flower garden. 

The headmistress found her new English teacher rather an attractive man. And 
as she walked with him, touring the beautiful campus, it occurred to her 
that it might be interesting to have a brief affair with the handsome 
instructor. Hopefully, he would be more willing that the last English 
teacher she had had to fire. 

"Let me show you your cottage," she told him, and they cut across the 
well-kept lawn to a pretty white wooden house set back from the rest of the 
campus. Inside, it was modestly but neatly furnished, and Glen thought he 
could be quite comfortable there. Then he took a closer look at the 
headmistress. Yes sir, he thought, eyeing her long, shapely legs and high 
upturned breasts... she sure is a good looking woman. 

"Well," said Edith Janeway, sitting down on the armchair beside the sofa and 
crossing her legs neatly at the ankles. "I don't think I need to say too 
much at this point about your duties here. I checked your references quite 
carefully and you are reputed to be an excellent high school English 
teacher. The only difference, I imagine between Beaverton and a city school 
is that you may find yourself in the occasional role of substitute "brother" 
or "father" to the girls... And you seem a very sensitive man to me... I'm 
sure you'll fulfill that role well. So... " she said, standing up and 
walking to the door. 

"Do you have any questions...?" 

"I don't think so." 

"Of course, whatever free time you have, you're welcome to make use of the 
grounds. There's a lovely private lake, just about a quarter of a mile up 
that road there. As long as this Indian summer keeps up, you might as well 
make use of it." 

"Why... thank you." 

"Oh, there's one other thing I perhaps should caution you about. Our girls, 
of course, are at that age where they begin to get... curious... about the 
facts of life, so to speak. You, being a very attractive male, are a natural 
object for their attention, crushes, if you know what I mean. Of course, you 
are expected to comport yourself with dignity at all times. I always feel I 
should caution a good-looking man like yourself. What I'm trying to say is 
that you have to exert a certain amount of care in your dealings with these 
young ladies-" 

"I'm sure I... I won't have... too much trouble in that line," Glen 
stammered, embarrassed by her reference to his good looks. "I'm sure I can 
handle that." 

"I'm sure you can," she said, but Glen was puzzled by her wry smile as the 
said good-bye and walked out of the cottage. 

* * * 

Glen had been comfortably settled into an overstuffed armchair, reviewing a 
copy of Anna Karenina, which he planned to teach to the senior class, when 
there was a knock on his cottage door. 

He opened it, surprised to find Miss Janeway standing there. 

"How nice to see you, Edith," Glen said. "What can I do for you?" 

"I just stopped by to make sure you're comfortably settled in," she 
answered, and Glen became aware of the light aroma of alcohol coming from 
her breath. The head-mistress had obviously been drinking! 

"Everything's fine... just fine," he told her. "Won't you come in!" 

"I'd love to... and I think we should celebrate your arrival. Don't you 
think so?" She held up a bottle of scotch in her hand. Glen considered her 
offer for a moment. She was an attractive woman, all right... damned 
attractive, but she was also his boss, and he had no desire what-so-ever to 
get involved with her. And there was something else, too, something he 
couldn't quite put his finger on, that made him want to keep his distance 
from the headmistress... 

"Look, I'd really like to have a drink with you, but I'm really exhausted 
from the long trip today and... " 

"Nonsense," she said. "One drink won't kill you." And before he could say 
anything in reply or protest, she had moved quickly to his little kitchen 
and poured the scotch into two tumblers. 

Damn her! Glen thought. She acts like she owns this place, and me with it. I 
ought to throw her out on her ear, coming on that way... and yet, she's so 
damned beautiful! Jesus, but she's a desirable woman! I don't really like 
her, yet I can't help feeling attracted to her, drawn to her like a magnet. 
I wonder what she looks like naked... I wonder... 

He felt a flush start out of the collar of his shirt as she returned with 
the two scotch-filled glasses. She handed Glen one, and he sniffed it then 
took a small sip. Not bad, he thought, not bad. Maybe if he had this drink 
with her, she would leave. She had been right about one drink not bothering 
him, and if that's what it took to keep the headmistress happy, well, all 
right then... 

"May I sit beside you on the bed, Glen?" Edith breathed huskily. "You don't 
mind if I call you Glen do you?" 

"No, I guess not," he replied, as she positioned herself close to him. She 
crossed one slim, tanned leg over the other, and the hem of her tailored 
skirt rode high enough up on her thighs to reveal a long expanse of 
tantalizingly bronzed flesh. Then Edith Janeway leaned forward slightly, 
turning toward him so that he could not help but sense the nearness of her 
full, globular breasts. He could almost feel the ruby hardness of her 
nipples, and the flush came out of his collar again. But he wasn't able to 
take his eyes from her provocative lushness now. His prick spasmed once, 
twice, inside his trousers with beginning arousal. Quickly, feeling a little 
guilty, a little flustered, Glen took a long pull at his glass, draining the 
cognac. 

"Let me pour you another one," Edith said, taking a healthy sip of her own 
drink. Glen protested that he didn't want another one, but she paid no 
attention to him, lifting the bottle and pouring his tumbler almost 
three-quarters full this time. Internally, the voluptuous, raven-haired 
woman was a froth of excitement and impending triumph. She knew the alcohol 
would have an effect on the new English teacher's masculine libido, and it 
increased her own sexual fervor, too, though she could control herself if 
she felt like it; not that she was going to feel like it tonight. Christ no, 
she wasn't. After the sting of being rejected by the last English teacher 
she had dismissed, she was going to possess Mr. Glen Carter-and on her 
terms. He was all hers now, no mistake. 

Edith could feel the initial droplets of excited lubricant fluid begin to 
flow from the sensitive walls of her cunt as she thought about what would be 
taking place within the next hour. Oh, she was going to throw a fuck into 
this proud young man that he would never forget. Never! 

She handed Glen his glass, aware of his eyes on her, and she glanced down at 
the front of his pants from beneath her lowered lids. She could see his cock 
pulsing there, jumping spasmodically from time to time, pushing his trousers 
material out briefly. Her cunt juices began to flow faster with her 
increased anticipation, everything was working out beautifully, everything 
was going to go exactly as she wanted it to. 

Glen drank his second glass of cognac, not really wanting it, yet somehow 
finding it hard to resist. And there was the nearness of this hot-blooded, 
alluring woman, too; he wished she hadn't come here tonight, and yet he 
wanted her to stay now, wanted to sit here drinking with her, wanted to... 
damn it, he had to stop thinking like that! He knew she was just the kind of 
woman it would be very dangerous to get involved with... 

The handsome schoolteacher drank again from his glass, and again, finally 
draining the last of the amber liquor. He felt a warm, relaxed lethargy 
begin to flow over him. The drinks were beginning to have a heightening 
effect on his blood-stream, while at the same time dulling his mind. He 
began staring at the sultrily smiling face of Edith Janeway, at the full 
rich softness of her fine tits; Christ, he'd like to tweak her nipples into 
rock-hard arousal, take each one in his mouth and roll it around and around 
his tongue. Wow! And she must be really dying for it-a headmistress at a 
girl's school. What the hell was a woman like her doing at a girl's school! 

Glen felt his cock jerk into sudden, instant rigidity, as if it were alive, 
as if it were straining for release from its cloth prison. He tried to will 
it limp again, to banish the lewd thoughts swirling in his mind, but it 
remained throbbingly blood swollen. Guiltily, his eyes went to Edith's. 

She was looking directly at the bulge in his pants. 

And she was smiling with half-parted lips and fervid eyes. 

"Why, Mr. Carter!" she exclaimed in mock surprise. "Whatever were you 
thinking about to have that happen now?" 

"I... well, I... " 

Edith laughed her deep-throated chuckle. I know what it is," she whispered. 
"I know why you have a hard-on, Glen Carter." 

His breath quickened involuntarily at her vulgar terminology. What a crazy 
contrast between her business-like exterior and her lewd and. obscene 
manner. 

"You have a hard-on because you want to fuck me," she breathed. "That's 
right, isn't it? You do want to fuck me up between the legs, don't you, 
Glen?" 

"Oh God!" he managed to gasp. His prick seemed to be palpitating wildly now, 
and his brain reeled. Had he heard her correctly? Yes, yes, of course he 
had. But why was the headmistress talking to him like that? Had she taken 
leave of her senses? Or was it just that she was a complete and utter 
wanton, disguising it by day under her stern, business-like manner. His 
testicles began to ache from the presence of gathering sperm; he really 
needed release, desperately, and Edith Janeway talking to him like that 
wasn't helping matters any. Christ! 

The voluptuous woman leaned close to him, and he could feel her hot breath 
on his cheek, like the scorching heat of a white-hot firebrand. She touched 
his knee, lightly, but her fingers seemed to burn him through the cloth. 
"Well, Glen?" she demanded. "Wouldn't you like to get between my widespread 
legs and fuck me? Wouldn't you really?" 

"Please," Glen groaned... "Cut it out. I'm only human... " 

"And so am I, lover man," she purred. "My cunt is on fire right this instant 
and the only thing that can extinguish that fire is a big, hard cock spewing 
cum all over it!" 

Glen still couldn't believe his ears. She was a female Jekyll and Hyde... by 
day the prim, almost prudish headmistress of an upper-class, uptight girls 
school... but at night... Holy Shit! Glen had never seen a woman as 
aggressive as this... And he didn't know if he liked it... " 

But then she reached out and touched his throbbing encased penis. 

He almost leapt off the bed in a convulsive response to the electric shock 
of her touch on his sensitive member. Edith stroked it lightly, 
tantalizingly, increasing the rhythm of her strokes. Her breasts pressed 
hotly, softly, against his arm now as she moved closer to him; her lips 
found his jaw line and traced a pattern upward along his cheek her tongue 
flicking out to sear a path of fire along the skin of his face as her hand 
continued to rub his already uncomfortably swollen prick. 

"Miss Janeway... please, for Christ's sake!" 

"You want to fuck me, don't you?" Edith teased on, droning the words in an 
almost mesmeric voice, like a hypnotist. "You want to fuck me, Glen, you 
want to fuck me." 

"No, I... no!... oh Jesus, yes yes yes!" 

He couldn't help himself. The words tore from his throat, in a strangled 
kind of whisper, and then his mouth was grinding down on hers, his tongue 
flailing deep into her mouth. Edith's hand began to move faster on his 
turgid shaft, and she sucked and nibbled at his tongue, swirling her own 
probe around and around his, darting into his mouth and then withdrawing in 
an attitude of feminine copulation. As if with a will of its own, Glen's 
left hand came up and found her breast, squeezed arid kneaded the flesh of 
momentarily, then dipped inside the neck of her blouse, and opened the 
buttons of it, exposing her nude globe with its fiery nipple and dark brown 
aureole. God! She hadn't worn a bra! He could feel the wetness from the 
seminal fluid which seeped from the gland on the hard tip of his prick as 
she continued to massage him with a practiced thoroughness. 

And then, suddenly, with his finger kneading the resilient flesh of her 
magnificent breast and his cock jerking almost out of control, the full 
impact of what he was doing struck Glen's mind like a fist! This was going 
to be too damned hard to handle... living on the school grounds... and she 
his boss... he didn't like any part of this scene... 

He wrenched away violently from Edith, pulling his mouth from hers, turning 
his body so that her hand left his bulging cock. Her face was flushed a 
brilliant crimson-partially from his anger at her and partially from her 
intense arousal. He averted his eyes panting raggedly. 

"What's the matter, Mr. Carter?" She breathed in mock formality. "Why don't 
you just relax and admit that you want to fuck me as much as I want to fuck 
you. It'll be good, Glen, honey it'll be so wonderful to be fucking 
together, fucking, fucking... " 

"No!" he said, aware that he was treading a fine line with her, like doing a 
strange Indian dance with a deadly snake. He couldn't anger her, yet he 
couldn't give in to her either. His heart was hammering violently in his 
chest, and he was aware that his prick was still seeping hot droplets of 
lubrication. But he had to compose himself, find a way to get Edith Janeway 
to leave. He went to the window, staring out into the starlit darkness for a 
long moment. 

Then, from behind him, he heard the headmistress whisper: "Glen, lover." 

He turned, gathering his courage to say what had to be said, tactfully, 
diplomatically, but when he saw her, the words froze in his throat. His 
mouth gaped open, and his eyes seemed to protrude like a frog's. 

She stood before him completely naked. 

She had unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it; and, as he had suspected, 
she had worn absolutely nothing beneath it. She stood in the puddle of her 
skirt and blouse, with her legs spread wide apart, her head and shoulders 
pulled back, her hands knuckled provocatively on her proud, full hips. She 
was smiling lewdly at him with her mouth parted, her teeth slightly bared, 
the tip of her wet, pink tongue showing. The moist, petal-like softly 
hair-fringed lips of her vagina were presented lustfully to his eyes, and 
the dark triangle of her pubic mound glistened invitingly in the dim, soft 
light of the room. Her high, perfectly rounded breasts seemed to quiver as 
if with some inner vibration, the nipples hard and distended. Her long, 
slender legs, satiny smooth in their pale splendor at the inner thighs, were 
moist with the flowing juices of her passion-flowered cuntal mouth. 

"Well, lover?" she asked. "Do you like what you see?" 

"Miss Ja... Edith... " But he couldn't say anything else. He could only 
stare at her, at her loveliness, at her completely salacious, wanton 
pose-and his cock began its maddening pulsations in his pants again. 

Slowly, slowly, Edith lifted her hands, her eyes fastened on his, and began 
to slide her palms up and down along her silky sides, then up to cup her 
firm, full breasts, kneading them lightly, pushing them out toward him as if 
presenting him with some inexplicably wonderful offering of the flesh. Then 
her hands were stroking her belly, moving down ever so slowly until the tips 
of her nails were just touching the jet black fleece of her pubic triangle. 
She held that pose for a long moment, thumbs pressing against her slender, 
sculptured sides, fingers splayed across her belly. Glen stood, as if 
transfixed, unable to move, unable to speak, captured totally and completely 
by the strange fascinating allure of this woman before him, the absolutely 
lustful sensuality that he was witnessing. His cock was screaming now. 

Slowly, Edith's hands began to move again, the fingertips dipping lower 
through the soft downy pubic hair, blazing a path toward the glistening pink 
slit between her legs. When she reached it, she placed the thumb and 
forefinger of her left hand on either side of the soft, glistening lips and 
spread them slowly apart, revealing the trembling pink bud of her tiny 
pulsating clitoris to Glen's lust-ridden gaze. With her right forefinger, 
then, she traced down until the tip came in contact with the miniature 
phallus. She tweaked at it once, twice, tantalizingly, sending more rivulets 
of lubrication trailing down her inner thighs... Then her finger went lower, 
lower, poised at the lips of her vagina, slipping inside now, burying itself 
to the first knuckle, the second, withdrawing, sliding in again, 
withdrawing, entering, fucking herself with glazed-eyed abandon. Faster and 
faster her finger slid in and out of her naked cunt, and as she rolled and 
twisted her hips with delight at the sensations coursing through her flesh 
from her own manipulations, Edith began to talk to Glen in her droning, 
hypnotic voice. 

"I want you to fuck me lover. I want you to fuck me and put your finger in 
my asshole. And afterward, I want to suck your big throbbing cock, suck it 
until I milk it dry, and then I'll lick it and suck it and make you hard 
again... " 

On and on she intoned, and the words-the absolute obscene sounds she was 
uttering-lashed Glen's mind into a swirling frenzy. Oh Jesus, he had to fuck 
her! He didn't care about anything... didn't care that she was his boss, 
that there was so much about her he didn't like... He only knew the 
incredible heat churning his cock and his balls to a broth; Edith's vile, 
lewd words in his ear, the sight of her finger-fucking herself before him... 
she was all that mattered, this pagan bitch, this she-devil standing there 
naked and panting in front of him... 

He had to fuck her! 

As if he was somehow spirit-free from his body, he watched himself 
objectively as his legs worked moving his body forward, bringing him closer 
to her. He watched her finger cease its rhythmic motion in and out of her 
vagina as he approached, and her smile turn to one of triumph as she claimed 
her victory beyond any doubt. His hands went out to her, touched her 
shoulders, and she came into his arms, pulling her finger from her cunt with 
a soft, wet sluicing sound, rubbing her body hard against his, grinding her 
naked hips into him as her mouth sought and found his. 

Then her hands were on his belt, opening it, and Glen was helping her, 
feverishly stripping himself, flinging his clothes uncaringly, wherever they 
happened to fall. Now he was as naked as she was, his thick blood-raged 
shaft standing out at a heavy right angle from his loins, quivering seeping 
fluid from his blind eye. 

"Oh, it's lovely, Glen, just lovely!" she breathed, stepping back to admire 
his red hard cock. "It's as big as I knew it would be-bigger! Ohhhhh, I 
can't wait to have it all stuffed up inside me, fucking me. You want to fuck 
me with that wonderful cock of yours, don't you, lover man? Tell me you want 
to fuck me... tell me!" 

"I... want... to... fuck... you!" he flung at her in lust-crazed shouts. 

"Right here, right now, on the floor! You want to fuck me on the floor, 
right here, Glen, tell me!" 

"Oh the floor... want to fuck you on the floor... want to fuck you right 
here on the goddamn floor!" Then she was leading him down on the soft, beige 
carpet, entwining her body with his. Glen didn't care about anything now but 
this soft, warm, musky-smelling evil woman pressed tightly to him. He was 
dimly, very dimly aware that later, when it was over, he would regret it, 
but at the moment he didn't care... he just didn't care. 

He showered hot, moist kisses over her face, her throat, into the valley of 
her breasts, his hands moving over the smooth hillocks of her buttocks, 
cupping them, squeezing the flesh painfully. She was breathing into his ear, 
hot and sweet, and her tongue flicked out to dance inside the orifice, 
racing along the soft sensitive skin of his inner ear. Her hand searched 
down between their tightly clasped bodies, located the rock-hardness of his 
penis. He gasped as the hot searing tips of her fingers closed over his 
rigid penis, and then his mouth closed over hers and their tongues lashed 
and twirled together, as if trying to blend into one. She crushed the full 
length of her body against his and ground her pelvis hard into him-then she 
twisted suddenly, pulling him over astride her, opening her legs wide as 
they had been before, her cunt flared open, secreting, eagerly waiting. 

Edith's hands were running wildly up and down along his body, tracing the 
hard muscles of his shoulders, the cleft of his back, his hard, muscled ass, 
exploring all of him as if he was some new piece of property she had just 
purchased. His cock rested hard against her thighs, trailing dribbles of 
semen, mingling with her own cuntal juices there. She reached under her 
buttocks as she levered their entwined bodies up with the full strength of 
her back, with both hands, and pulled her vagina lips slowly apart to give 
his cock greater contact with the moist, sensitive flesh as it slipped off 
her thigh to lay full length in her warm, wet crevice, the head resting 
deliciously against her, aching clitoris. Then she relaxed, dropping her 
body back onto the soft carpet, his rigid shaft trapped hotly between her 
downy-soft thighs. 

Glen forced his hands between her shoulders and the floor and ran them down 
the soft curves of her back and hips making low moaning sounds deep in his 
throat. The raised ridges of her spine felt hot, white-hot, to him as she 
undulated her body against him in slow, teasing rhythm. The sinews of her 
muscles rippled lightly just under the thin tanned skin, the tenseness of 
the cords in her thighs pressed against the outside of his hips, and he 
wondered vaguely, how they would grip him moments from now, when he sent his 
pistoning cock burrowing deep into her hot little belly. 

"You feel good, lover," she breathed. "All of you feels good, but your cock 
feels the best of all." Her nails trailed across his back, leaving small red 
welts in their sharp path. Glen pushed his hands down farther beneath her, 
cupping the fullness of her buttocks in the palms of his sweat-slicked 
hands, pulling her crotch hard against him. He moved up and down the fiery 
slit, sensing it grow wetter and wetter as her passion seethed out of her. 
Her ass cheeks began a more desperate rotation up against his loins until 
her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on either side of him, her calves 
locking against the back of his thighs, pulling him tighter to her. 

"Ooooooo, fuck me!" she cried out. "Fuck me, lover, give it to me, fuckkkk 
meeeeee!" 

He began to thrust forward, but her pelvis was already grinding up to meet 
him and her hands were already between their bodies, circling around his 
palpitating penis to guide it between the most lips of her surging pussy. 
Glen groaned animally as he felt her hands move his prick up and down 
between her sensitive slit, parting the soft, fleecy hair of her vagina with 
the blood-engorged head. The pressure in his balls was excruciating now, and 
he knew he couldn't hold back another second! Now! Now he had to fuck her 
good! 

He flexed his hips with a sudden fierce driving thrust that drove his huge, 
rock-hard shaft deep up into the hot, gaping mouth of her hungry cunt, drove 
it home with a flesh-splitting crash that hammered his balls wetly, harshly 
against the naked flesh of her upturned buttocks. 

"Uuuuuuaaaaahhhhh!" she screamed beneath him. 

Glen felt the elastic sheath slip wetly, hotly around his fleshy rod, 
consuming it as it raced to the full length of her belly, her secreting 
vaginal walls lubricating the way. Suddenly, he hit bottom, his cockhead 
ramming hard against her cervix. 

"Ooooohhhhh!" she howled again. "Aaaaahhhh, that's it lover, that's the way 
to give it to me, that's the way to fuckkkkkk!" 

The lust-enraged teacher ground his pelvis into the squirming pliant flesh 
beneath him fucking into Edith with long, hard strokes. She strained back 
under him, arching her loins up at him, lifting them both a few inches off 
the cool flooring. She moaned and mewled wildly under his pounding, driving 
body now, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked up and 
down in a pagan rhythm. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from 
side to side in wild, insane abandon. 

"It's... good, lover man... good like I knew it would be... ohhhh yessss! 
That's the way, that's how to hammer it into my cunt! Now shove your finger 
in my asshole! Do it now, Glen, do it now! Shove your finger in my asshole 
and make me scream until I cummmmm!" 

In slave-like obedience, Glen reached under her, between her rotating 
buttocks as he drove his pistoning cock into the hot moistness of her pussy. 
He stretched the moons of her ass wide with his hands, and then dipping his 
middle finger toward her quivering anus, found it. A small stream of warm 
moisture was running down the widespread crevice from where he was fucking 
into her cunt. It lubricated the tightly puckered anal ring, and he probed 
experimentally for a moment. Then he thrust forward with his middle finger, 
hard, feeling the rubbery opening yield under the pressure, then give way 
completely. His finger slid in up to the first knuckle in the tight 
elasticity of her nether passage. She leapt her body upward to crush into 
his with a wet, slapping sound at the sudden lancing pain of his digital 
entrance, and then she was screaming for him, saying, "Aaaaahhhhh, it hurts 
soooo goooood, lover, sooooo goooodddd!" 

He thrust again, sinking his finger to the second knuckle. 

"Ooooooh, yes, finger fuck my ass... finger fuck my ass!" 

Then Glen felt Edith suddenly begin to screw her buttocks back down on his 
groping finger until it was sunk all the way up to the palm of his hand. He 
waggled it around inside her fleshy passage, eliciting more cries of delight 
from her. He could feel through the thin wall of flesh separating her two 
passages, the underside of his driving prick sliding in and out of her wet, 
hot cunt; he timed the thrust of his finger with the forward stabs of his 
heaving shaft, impaling her completely on two strong, hard rods of flesh. 
She groaned wildly under him, and he could feel his cock growing and 
expanding inside her until it felt as though it were going to burst from the 
exquisite building in his balls. He had to cum soon, he had to, he had to! 
If he didn't cum and fill her with his fire-hot seed, he was going to go out 
of his fucking mind! 

Have to cum... have to cum... have to cummmmm. 

Glen's passion-choked mind chanted wildly as he fucked deep and hard into 
the tight hot pussy of the voluptuous Edith Janeway, sent his hard wet 
finger slamming far up into her ass. She was screaming and moaning, 
alternately, beneath him now, her sweat-slicked body a dervish of wild 
motion and emotion, straining for her own orgasm. 

And Glen wanted her to cum too, wanted to mingle his bursting juices with 
her simultaneously, and he began ramming his prick into her still harder, in 
time with his burgeoning finger skewering into the rubbery depths of her 
asshole. She gripped him right between her imprisoning thighs, opening and 
closing them around him in time to his long, hard thrusts, and he knew that 
this she-devil was approaching her climax. He continued the merciless 
onslaught of his cock and his finger with all the strength he possessed in 
his well-muscled body. 

"Aaaaaagggggghhh, fuck it, fuck it, that's it, lover, fuck it hard, fuck it 
hardddddd!" 

She continued to chant the words, over and over, drawing each syllable out, 
spurring him onto greater heights with her obscene mumblings, pounding her 
heels with rhythmic tempo on his back as she jackknifed her legs up to mash 
them against her breasts, offering him the full expanse of her upturned 
crotch. Her eyes rolled like a hopeless drunk's, her face contorted with 
lust as she sought to achieve her imminent release. 

Suddenly, then, she howled. "I'm... there... oh God, I'm there... I'm 
CUMMIIINNNGGGggg! " The words burst from her throat in a low banshee wail, 
almost piercing Glen's eardrums, and she pulled her thighs back tighter 
until the whole of her widespread crotch was presented to his heaving loins. 
Her ankles were locked over his shoulders, and she squirmed her hips beneath 
him in a wild, uninhibited dance of ecstasy, screaming out her orgasm to 
him. Glen felt the warm, gushing juices of her climax seethe and flow around 
his thundering cock as he battered his body against hers, and she locked 
herself up on his prick with all the power in her strong thighs, as her 
loins spasmed convulsively against his sweating belly. And then the great 
swirl of heat which was building, building, in his testicles became 
unbearable and he gasped again and again, and finally the hot sticky load 
began its frenzied rush from his bloated scrotum along the tube of his cock. 
He began to spew hot, thin streams into her sucking cunt in a seemingly 
never-ending torrent, emptying his very being deep, deep up into the warm 
inner depths of her lusting pussy. He moaned his last final droplet, an 
eternity later, and then his cock began to deflate; he withdrew it slowly, 
with a soft, suctioning noise, trailing his thin gossamer strands of semen 
along her taut flat belly as he rolled over beside her, his mouth open and 
his breath wheezing forth, satiated. 

A long moment passed, and Edith said: "You're a good fuck, Mr. Carter... 
excellent, in fact!" 

He sensed the cool personality of the headmistress returning, taking over 
the wild lioness he had just fucked... and he understood the strange 
character of the woman next to him. He knew she was going to be hard to 
handle... knew he'd have to find a way to keep his distance from her... and 
knew, too, that if he didn't give her what she wanted she'd find her 
revenge. 

But now, basking in complete sexual satiation, he didn't give a damn about 
these things. He simply lay there, feeling the warm heat of the strange 
woman next to him, smelling the musk of her perfume and the permeating odor 
of their consummated lust. Shit! He'd enjoy it while he could. 

And had Glen even begun to imagine the depth and harshness of her revenge... 
he would have left Beaverton School then and there... 

CHAPTER THREE 

Glen lay back on the grassy knoll overlooking the school grounds, letting 
his tanned, muscular body soak up the sun... He surveyed the poignant 
prettiness of the Pennsylvania countryside and felt the gentle warm breeze 
playing over him, as he inhaled the sweet aroma of the fresh cut grass, and 
felt the lulling whisper of the wind in the trees play gently on his ears. 
Occasionally, a jay or sparrow would fly by, and he would lift up on his 
elbows to look at it as though it were something unreal, something in 
another time and place. Weekends at Beaverton were wonderful. 

And of course, there were the girls-so young and pretty, so tight-bodied and 
bursting with youthful energy. He watched them several yards below on the 
tennis courts, playing in their little white skirts, their tanned legs set 
off so beautifully against their white sox and sneakers. Their breasts and 
sensuous young buttocks jiggling tantalizingly as they giggled and shouted 
to each other. Just the mere thought of running his hands over those 
luscious young bodies cause his cock to begin to grow hard against his 
pants. 

Then, a faint smile of amusement crossed his face as he remembered how, just 
a week ago, he had spent that strange but fiercely passionate night with 
Edith Janeway, the headmistress. But since then, they had kept rather a 
distance between them... and that was just fine with Glen. But he sure was 
horny today! 

The sun was high in the sky now, and the day was growing warm, almost hot. 
Glen stretched, stood up and began walking uphill toward the lake. When he 
reached the top, he took a deep breath of the sweet air and survey the view 
once more. Suddenly he noticed a striking figure hovering at the edge of the 
water. In the golden sunlight that contrasted against the deep shadows of 
the trees hanging gracefully over the glistening water was a girl more 
beautiful than anyone Glen had ever imagined. So young and fragile, the 
blonde curls of her hair shining in contrast to her deeply tanned skin, a 
face of sweet innocence contrasting with the voluptuous yet slender body of 
a grown woman. Glen caught his breath at the sight of the white crescent 
mounds of her buttocks that peeked out from the legband of her white bikini, 
in sharp contrast to her deeply tanned torso and legs, as if the whiteness 
were a sign of forbidden fruit, untouchable. As Glen walked toward the water 
his stomach knotted as he watched the girl dip one slender graceful foot in 
the water. He had never seen a female who turned him on as much as this 
young girl. He walked closer then, and recognized her. It was Lisa Scot, a 
quiet but brilliant girl in his senior English class. Glen realized that in 
his attraction to her he was treading on dangerous ground, but he couldn't 
take his eyes off the bikini clad young blonde that held him transfixed. 

Then he saw the young girl look up, turn around and scan the hills with her 
eyes. Glen stepped behind a tree so as not to be noticed. When the girl was 
satisfied that no one was near, she did an astounding thing! Her delicately 
formed hand moved to her thighs, then slipped up between them toward the 
crotchband of the tightly clinging bikini bottom. She sucked her breath in 
harshly, her eyes looking once more quickly around, then her fingers, as if 
with a mind of their own, began to work at the tight thigh band of the 
flimsy bikini, pulling it aside to expose the thinly curling strands of her 
soft pubic hair, brushing up the already pulsating and moist hair-lined slit 
of her cunt to flick teasingly at the tingling bud of her clitoris. Then she 
worked the crotchband farther to the side to better expose the widening lips 
of her moist pussy, splayed open as she stood ankle deep in the warm lake 
water. She dragged her middle finger slowly up the parted tingling lips of 
the smooth tight slit, again stroking deliberately over the swollen bud of 
her clitoris. Glen heard her gasp as she thrust her middle finger far up 
into tightness of the pulsating cuntal mouth, wiggling it around slowly to 
send maddening currents of delight coursing out through her loins. He saw 
her knees wobble and she sat down on the sandy bank, the better to sink her 
finger to the depths of the smooth wet sheath of her cunt. 

"Ooooooh," she murmured soft and low, "Aaaaahhhh." 

Then, suddenly, her erotic movements ceased. She sat frozen, her finger 
imbedded up in her loins, the crotchband of the bikini still pulled and 
stretched to expose the golden silk haired mound of her pubis, the pinkly 
glistening, bud of her clitoris. And there, between the softness of the 
darkly tanned thighs, the flanged lips of her cunt were opened still by the 
fingers that penetrated it. 

Lisa would have died of her own free will right at that instant. If her 
spirit could have been swept away, leaving her obscenely poised body to 
topple lifelessly over onto the ground, she would willingly have disappeared 
from the face of the earth. And she held her breath, the tears filling her 
eyes and spilling down her cheeks, waiting for that, for a miracle of doom. 

For she had seen him watching her! The tree that Glen had hidden himself 
behind was not nearly sufficient for the job. Glen knew he should say 
something to her, something reassuring, but the situation was so 
extraordinary, and so without precedent... and, he too was aroused to a 
state of near frenzy, his cock rock-hard and straining against his pants. 
And Glen felt powerless to do or say anything. 

Lisa began to weep silently, waiting, frozen for the teacher to say 
something, do something, punish her or report her to Miss Janeway. But the 
moments past, and the new English teacher had said nothing. He was merely 
looking at her, and she was astonished to see, by the expression on his 
face, that he too was powerfully aroused. 

The girl drew her finger slowly down from between her thighs. It left her 
cunt with a soft lewd popping sound that sent gnawing currents of 
frustration through her loins which seemed to spiral out over her whole body 
with a sense of throbbing loss. She felt the tantalizing brush over the 
silken strands of pubic hair as the crotchband of the bikini slid back in 
place over the feverishly tingling slit of her cunt. She let herself 
breathe, a soft, fervently stolen breath, and waited, still motionless, her 
eyes meeting his. 

Then, with a fleeting smile, Glen slowly turned and began walking down the 
other side of the hill, looking back just once for a last glance at the 
exquisite teenager. His legs trembled as he walked, his cock still leaping 
into hardness at the memory of the incredibly erotic sight he had just seen. 
And he knew he had to have her... had to have Lisa Scott if it was the last 
thing he ever did in his life! 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Sunday morning breakfast at Beaver-ton was a delightful meal. Glen sat at 
the staff table hungrily wolfing down pancakes with sausages, seated between 
Edith Janeway and the bird-like Miss Partridge. Suddenly they heard the roar 
of a sports car engine pull up beside the main building and screech to a 
stop. 

Glen looked out the window to see a shiny black Jensen-Healey being driven 
by a well-dressed, but baby-faced young man about eighteen years old. 

Miss Partridge clucked her tongue disapprovingly. "I don't like him... I 
don't like him at all," she said. 

"Who is that?" Glen asked. 

"That," Edith informed him, "is Mr. Bennett Russell II, heir to a lumber 
fortune. 

And he's been visiting little Miss Scott for quite a few Sunday's now. He 
goes to Smedley College, which is just on the other side of the river." 

Glen was surprised to find himself quite disturbed by the news that Lisa 
Scott had a suitor. He made an effort to look calm and finish his breakfast, 
but he ate more quickly, now and as soon as he was finished, he excused 
himself from the table and hurriedly left the dining room. His instincts 
made him walk back again toward the lake where he had first seen the 
beautiful young girl masturbating, and sure enough, as he came to the top of 
the hill, he could see Lisa, in a halter top and shorts, with young Russell. 
They were headed toward the far side of the lake, and Glen began to follow 
them at a safe distance. 

His heart pounded furiously and, though it was futile, he even strained his 
ears to catch some fleeting, telltale word or phrase, as he saw young 
Russell suddenly scan the grounds cautiously. They were much too far away 
for that, but their gestures and his own imagination were almost an equal 
replacement for speech. 

And he was surprised to see a flirtatious side to the usually serious young 
girl. She laughed and blushed, subtly throwing forward her sensuously 
heaving breasts, her hands occasionally seeming to stroke unconsciously at 
the exposed portions of the smoothly tanned flesh of her body. And Glen 
wanted her... wanted her so bad it was becoming almost an obsession. Then 
the girl's mood seemed to change... She began to blush shyly, almost visibly 
stuttering her reply even at this distance, shifting nervously on her feet. 

Then, at last, reluctantly, he was certain, he saw Lisa nod her head. And 
Glen knew there could have only been one question she was answering. He felt 
his own spirits sink like a body bound up to a millstone, and a great lump 
welled in his throat. Then, as he watched, the teenage girl and her slightly 
older boyfriend walked around behind a bush and was quickly out of Glen's 
sight. The whole world seemed to turn over for Glen Carter at that moment. 

Proportions dissolved into a great swirling blur. His mind almost blanked 
and the vacuum was filled by an alien external force. It was as if he were 
merely a puppet to his own obsessive desire for the young girl. From that 
moment on, he was hardly the master of what he did. 

* * * 

And when the young couple had disappeared from sight, long minutes ticked 
off silently in the recesses of his subconscious mind before Glen moved. 
Perhaps he clung to the desperate hope that the young couple would reappear, 
that somehow he could compel them back with some strange mental power. Then 
he began to dream in lurid visions, the delirium of anger and jealousy 
sweeping over him like a flood, and he knew he could not wait there helpless 
and passive and nature took its course. He could not wait, knowing what must 
be happening, yet with the slight hope in his mind that it might not happen. 
That would only torment him all the more. 

But it still seemed hardly a consciously voluntary act when he did move. 

Slowly he walked toward the bushes where he had seen the couple disappear. 
And he had no idea what he'd do when he found them... he would just do what 
he had to when the time came. 

Glen stumbled relentlessly into the thickness of the shrubs and vines that 
at times almost completely obscured the dirt trail around the lake. Then, 
above the rustle of his feet on the thick grass that grew over the trail and 
the shrubs that extended into his way, he could hear strained panting, then 
an incessant low groan that sounded lewdly sexual. Then suddenly he came to 
a stop as he heard a faint sound, a male voice, somewhere still far up the 
trail ahead of him. 

Now Glen stalked like a cat, silent, almost slithering beneath the low 
hanging limbs of the trees and shrubs, creeping with an uncanny silence in 
the still tall grass. The trail climbed crookedly up a slight grade, winding 
gradually back and forth toward a ridge. When he reached the top he could 
clearly hear the giggling, and from there he had to descend only a short 
distance to a small, well protected knoll in order to be able to see them 
clearly. 

The handsome teacher heaved a low sigh of relief as he reached the knoll and 
peered down into the darkly shaded, grassy clearing below. They were still 
dressed, still standing. At least he was not too late. But now that their 
conversation became audible to his ears, Glen recoiled immediately in horror 
and indignation. 

"Are you still a virgin?" Bennett was asking. 

Lisa shrugged her shoulders, and looked away shyly. 

The young man reached out his hand, taking hers and pulling her roughly to 
him. Glen felt a lump well up in his throat as he gazed down at the couple 
in the clearing. Lisa was standing so close to the youth and Glen thought he 
must be able to feel the hard protruding points of her pulsatingly swollen 
nipples against his chest. Yet Glen could see that Lisa was blushing and 
every muscle in her young body was trembling. 

"Have you ever kissed a boy?" he teased. 

"Of course," she stammered nervously. 

"Can I kiss you?" 

"I... I guess." 

That bastard, Glen thought. The son-of-a-bitch! It was almost more than the 
teacher could stand, watching the rich young man's seduction of a young 
girl, brazenly attempting to take the very innocence that made her such an 
object of adoration in Glen's eyes. 

Then the teacher almost screamed as he watched Bennett Russell III reach up 
to touch the sensuous flesh of Lisa's softly curved shoulders above the thin 
strap of the light cotton halter top that bound her lushly swelling breasts. 
She giggled softly and leaned nervously toward him. Then as their lips first 
gently touched, she pressed the hotly heaving fullness of her lushly rounded 
body against him, mashing her high pointed breasts so they seemed to flatten 
out against his chest, lightly pressing her loins ever so tentatively 
against the crotch of the boy's trousers. 

The kiss went on for what seemed to the older man like an eternity, and 
every second of its duration was agonizing torment for him. Perhaps he'd 
expected that Lisa would refuse the advances of the conceited young man, 
that the innocence that exuded from her young girlish character would be 
offended by his crass seduction. But, of course, that was too much to ask. 
She was, after all, a healthy young girl, with all of a young woman's 
natural instincts and desires. He had been watching her masturbate at the 
shore of the lake, but even then, it did not destroy her innocent 
beauty-only added to it. 

"Come on," Bennett said. "Let's lay down on the grass. I can tell you're 
still scared me, but we'll take care of that." 

He took Lisa's hand and pulled her with him down to her knees on the soft 
grass. Then he lay down on his back and pulled her so that she was leaning 
over him, the smoothly rounded mounds of her breasts so close to his face. 

"Let me suck them," he moaned hoarsely. 

"O-okay." 

"Let me undo your halter then." 

His hands grabbed up between the softness of her arms and easily undid the 
halter snap. Glen heard the youth groan with lust as the cups fell half away 
from the full mounds of Lisa's breasts. 

"Most guys need two hands to do that," the arrogant young man bragged, "but 
I can do it with one." 

Glen heard this last remark and felt the indignation welling up in him at 
the coarse arrogance of the spoiled young man. It was getting more and more 
painful for the teacher to watch, as the younger man moved his hands along 
the soft vibrant flesh of Lisa's shoulders and back, extracting every ounce 
of enjoyment from the sensation of the contact, teasingly brushing the 
straps over the smooth breasts until, with a sudden swish, they slipped down 
Lisa's arms and completely exposed her full rounded breasts and slender 
tanned torso. And Glen too gasped in full appreciation of the sudden 
electrifying exposure of the roundly swelling breasts, softly curved yet 
bursting with the ripeness of youth, the almost maroon-colored nipples 
rising to immediate tingling rigidity at their contact with the air. Then 
slowly Ben net raised his head toward her breasts and moistened his lips 
with lewd desire. 

Glen heard Lisa purr softly as the boy's tongue flicked out to swipe 
cares-singly over one of the tautly peaked nipples, sending an involuntary 
shudder through her now almost naked body. Then he sucked the nipple avidly 
into his mouth and she moaned deeply, squirming her breasts down into his 
face, alive from the rising sensations surging in her. And Glen knew the 
boy's cock would be hard and pulsing with desire now, just as his own cock 
was, pressing forcefully against the material of his pants. 

"Do you like that?" Bennett moaned, his breath already coming in audibly 
hastened gasps. 

"Yes," she murmured softly. 

He began to suck harder, running his tongue in a circle around her nipple. 
Then the boy sank his teeth into the hard protruding nipple. 

"Ouch! Not so hard! Don't bite it off!" 

"I'm sorry." 

It was painful for Glen to watch. He would be so gentle with her, so loving 
if it was him. 

"Play with my cock, Lisa! Take it from my pants. Go ahead... " 

Her exposed breasts quivering, the voluptuous young girl straightened up, 
then tentatively reached down and shyly began to unzip Bennett's levis. From 
his vantage point in the bushed, Glen could hear the girl's quickening 
breath as she slowly, shyly, reached into his white jockey shorts to 
withdraw his already hardened young cock that stood up rock hard from his 
open fly. Glen saw Lisa look at it with the wonder of discovery, examining 
every Fine detail; the reddened rounded knob at the head, the pulsing purple 
vein standing out where the foreskin had been circumcised, the throbbing 
angry red shaft. Now his erection had already reached its pulsating fullness 
when a convulsive spasm caused Lisa's whole body to jerk, as Bennett sucked 
even more ravenously at the hotly tingling swollen buds of her nipples, and 
she entwined her fingers gently around the heavily throbbing shaft of his 
smooth young cock. Even Glen, from a distance, could almost feel that first 
electric contact that sent a shudder through his manly body. 

"Do you like that? Do you like my cock?" he moaned hoarsely. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm." 

"Wait till you get it in your pussy. Then you'll really feel something... 
Are you still scared?" 

"Just a little." 

Again his tongue flicked up eagerly, swishing in a softly tantalizing circle 
about the rigid tip of her nipples. At the same time she began to move her 
hand up and down on the pulsating rod of his cock in a slow, even rhythm, 
drawing and stretching the taut, sensitive foreskin deliberately up and down 
on the fully swollen shaft. As he began to suck more hungrily at her 
breasts, his hands again ventured to the hotly palpitating flesh of her 
naked torso. 

Now Glen's whole body began to respond wantonly to the lurid scene spread 
out before him. He hardly dared to breathe as the rasping escaping his own 
throat and lungs had become so loud that he feared the two teenagers would 
hear him in spite of their own panting and obscene moans. His mouth was hot 
and dry and his cock throbbed hotly against his belly. The erotic sight of 
their nakedly writhing bodies held him spellbound. His lust-hardened penis 
was mad with desire and his own hips now undulated in a rhythm that matched 
the jerkings of the younger man's buttocks as the beautiful young girl 
fingered his swollen cock. 

Then, suddenly, with a low and throaty mewl of pleasure, Lisa straightened 
up, sensuously stretching her naked young body, which exaggerated even more 
the taut arch of her ripely exposed breasts, her sweetly angelic face now 
charged with passion as she continued to jerk her hand up and down on 
Bennett's urgently throbbing cock for a few moments longer, then gradually 
ceased. 

"You're ready, aren't you Lisa? You're not afraid of my cock any more?" 

"I'm still a little scared," she admitted, her hips undulating sensuously. 
"But I'm ready anyway." 

"Then take your pants off." 

"Take them off for me," she asked, closing her eyes, and reclining in a 
posture of erotic surrender on the soft green grass. Bennett rose to a 
sitting position, then leaned eagerly over her, gazing down with 
unrestrained hunger at the softly heaving mounds of her naked, 
nipple-crested breasts. With trembling fingers, he un-buttoned the tight, 
faded blue shorts. Lisa planted her feet on the ground for leverage and 
lifted her buttocks up from the earth to allow him to work the shorts slowly 
down over the tightly rounded half-moons of her silken fleshed buttocks and 
the soft satiny curves of her smoothly rounded thighs. 

Bennett gasped, gazing lustfully down at the flimsy white bikini panties 
that clung transparently to the flare of her pelvis, only faintly concealing 
the small triangle of sparse, soft pussy hair beneath. 

"Now your panties," he gasped, as her hips began a gentle, spontaneous 
writhing. 

The young man reached for them eagerly, and for a moment, Glen thought that 
in his impatient yearning he was going to rip them from her already near 
naked body. 

"Easy," she cautioned, dropping her buttocks back to the grass. "Take them 
off nice and slow and easy, for me." 

He slowed at her request, and pulled the elastic waistband of the silken 
panties down just off the thinly haired mound of her cunt, and then began to 
teased the throbbing, bud of her clitoris to electrically tingling hardness. 
At the same time, his other hand had drawn the narrow crotchband of the 
panties sideways off her cunt to expose the hair-lined, swollen lips that 
glistened ripe pink in the shadowy "vee" up between Lisa's openly splayed 
thighs. 

"Oooooooh, that's goooood," the girl purred. 

Now she gently arched her hips as Bennett worked the flimsy panties 
deliberately down off the thin triangle of hair to completely expose the 
naked tightness of her own young cuntal mouth nestled warmly up between her 
quiveringly parted thighs. Glen could hear her moan as the youth completely 
exposed the widening lips of her open splayed pussy and the smoothly rounded 
curves of her soft ass cheeks, faintly defined by the lighter hue of skin 
that contrasted sharply with her darkly tanned thighs and belly. Then he 
pulled the bikini panties off her slender calves and bare feet and tossed 
them aside in the grass as he hurriedly shed his own clothes. 

"Do you know how to fuck?" he asked teasing, the mockery tempered by his 
wantonly raging desire. 

"I... I think so... " 

Glen felt the anger rising in him now as he watched. It's going to happen, 
he thought. This fresh and innocent young girl who had stirred up the most 
unbelievable love and lust in Glen... now the girl was going to lose that 
innocence to this wild, foul talking young man who had not the slightest 
inkling of or appreciation for her unique quality, but wanted her merely for 
the sake of another conquest. 

Then Bennett lay down between the girl's widely parted thighs, and lowered 
his throbbing cock toward the young teenage girl's hotly pulsating loins. 

Suddenly Glen found himself running down the incline toward the secluded 
clearing. Lisa saw him first, staring up wide-eyed from her obscenely 
lustful spread-eagled pose on the grass, her face contorted with shock and 
horror, her wide parted thighs quivering as she stopped Bennett's eager 
upward lunge, closing them tightly on his naked white hips. 

Glen almost stumbled and fell as he reached the bottom of the incline. With 
a soft sigh, he regained his balance and tried to catch his heavily strained 
breath. Then Bennett realized his presence and gazed, astonished, back over 
his shoulder at Glen as he stalked toward the couple lying in their naked 
embrace. 

There was no dignified way to approach them, and he thought certainly the 
ulterior motive that had already seized him must show. But he didn't care. 
The force that pushed him was relentless and now he bowed before it. His 
actions were almost unconscious, a hollow game that served the moment, 
however feebly. 

"Get up!" he rasped as he was standing over them. 

"Holy shit!" Bennett exclaimed. 

For a moment the boy lay motionless on Lisa's still body, then at last 
rolled off the voluptuously tanned body of the sweet young girl. With a 
groan of annoyed frustration, the boy began to gather up his clothing. But 
for almost a full minute, Lisa made no attempt to cover herself. She just 
lay on her back and stared up at Glen, whose still pulsating hard cock was 
bulgingly protruding to her hungry glance. 

"Who the hell are you?" Bennett asked, zipping up the fly to his pants. 

"Just shut up and get dressed. And you too," he added to the still naked 
young girl. 

Without taking her eyes from him, looking at him with the same lustful yet 
innocent way she had the time he'd seen her at the lake, Lisa began slowly 
to get dressed. 

She knows! Glen thought, a faint remnant of sanity still waging futile war 
with the mad plot his mind was hatching. They must both know. They must both 
see through me like through clear glass. Then at last both the teenagers 
were clothed again, up on their feet and waiting with a mixture of 
apprehension and what Glen was sure was knowing arrogance. 

"He's the English teacher," said Lisa quietly. 

"What are you gonna do?" the youth asked. "We didn't do anything. We were 
just playing." Suddenly Glen's hand shot out and Bennett flinched and shied 
away from him too late. He grabbed the boy by the ear, holding him tightly. 
"Get out of here," he snapped, throwing him back toward the path. "Get the 
hell out of here." 

Then Glen turned to Lisa, "You're coming with me, young lady," he told her, 
trying to sound angry, authoritative. 

The two of them walked together back around the lake, down the hill and 
across the campus. Then Glen led Lisa to his little cottage, and as they 
stepped inside, he pulled the door closed and turned the key to lock it. 

"I'm very much ashamed of you after what I saw today," he said grimly, 
turning to face her with a stern stare that somehow concealed the now hotly 
raging desire that still surged through his body and found its throbbing 
focus in his still hardened cock. 

Lisa said nothing. She tilted her head slightly, gazing forlornly at the 
floor. The sun filtering through the blinds cast an ultraviolet glow over 
the tousled blonde locks of her hair. 

"It isn't that I disapprove of sex between... consenting partners... on any 
moral ground," Glen continued, his mind struggling to thwart the lewd plot 
he subconsciously conceived, probably even before he'd started up into the 
woods after the two young people. "But... what is your relationship with 
that fellow?" 

"Huuuuh?" She looked up, puzzled. "Are you in love with him? Glen raised his 
eyebrows, watching with a faint smile as she fidgeted, swaying nervously on 
her feet. At last she hung her head. "I didn't think so," he said 
triumphantly. "Don't you think it's important to attach some kind of 
feelings to the act, the first time at least?" 

"I don't know. I guess." 

Lisa looked up, staring straight into his eyes for the first time since 
they'd walked into his room. And something in her gaze made his cock jerk, 
and a sharp thrill run through his body. She knows! he thought again. She 
sees right through me. But he had to keep up the pretense. 

"You two there on the grass were like a couple of animals doing it out of 
blind instinct. And the sex act, between human beings, Lisa, is something 
more that that. It is a beautiful shared experience, a personal thing. Lust 
should be like love directed at a special individual, not just because you 
can use a person to... relieve your... " he paused. "You're... you're still 
a virgin aren't you?" 

"Yeah, thanks to you," she muttered sarcastically. 

Glen chuckled dryly. "Yes, I guess you're a little angry with me, because I 
know how hard that is to go through... I mean, even for a man, though it's 
harder for a girl. Were... were you afraid?" 

"I was at first, but not then. Not when you came down and stopped us. I'd 
got over being scared by then." 

"You'd better go, Lisa," Glen said, retaining the outward sternness in his 
voice with the greatest amount of strain. "Where?" 

"Go... back to the girl's dorm. I won't report this to Miss Janeway. Not 
this time." 

The beautiful young girl stared at him in silence for a moment. Then she 
shrugged and started toward the door. As she walked Glen's whole body 
quivered inwardly with the wild madness that had governed his entire 
morning. As Lisa was at the door, about to turn the knob, he spoke: "Just a 
minute." 

She paused, half turning back to him. It must have been only a moment before 
he spoke again, but the short silence was like an eternity for Glen. 

"Come back," he said at last, in a cracking voice. 

Slowly she retraced her steps toward him. 

"I'm going to... teach you, Lisa," he said. The young girl smiled lewdly... 
she had known all the time what he wanted, what was going to happen. And 
suddenly she seemed worldly and all knowing to him. 

Silently she walked over to where he was seated on the couch, and with a 
slightly quivering hand, she reached down and unzipped the older man's fly. 
Glen could feel his cock twitch beneath her touch, and he could see that the 
girl now, too, was consumed by her lust. 

"Lisa... " he gasped, as she began to pull the pants from his hips, 
metamorphosed now from the seduced to the seductress. This was crazier than 
anything he could have imagined... ! 

As his hard, throbbing cock rolled free, a shock of insane lust spiralled 
crazily up the teenage girl's spine to shatter in a cascade of wildly 
scintillating explosions, the hot meteors raining down over her whole body. 
Yes, she thought, she wanted to fuck Mr. Carter, wanted to fuck him, not 
Bennett Russell III, since the day she had seen him watching her at the 
lake. She felt an involuntary twitch begin deep in her hotly pulsating, 
already wetly seeping loins as the fire of her obscene craving swept away 
the last remnants of her virginal inhibitions until nothing was left of her 
but the lewdly surging demands of her overpowering desire for the older man. 
Tears filled her eyes, and she moistened her lips hungrily as she watched 
his hard manly penis rising from the thick mat of dark pubic hair. 

Glen took hold of her slender soft shoulders and rested his face between her 
hotly heaving breasts, snuggling it against the swollen mounds, and he could 
feel the warmly tingling nipples rise to throbbing rigidity as the hotness 
of his heavy breathing permeated the thinness of her halter top. 

"Oh, Lisa, Lisa," he moaned, pressing his face even more tightly against her 
high-set, softly rounded breasts, feeling his manly cock continue to surge 
and grow still harder. 

The girl caught her own breath in her throat, her thighs quivering with the 
wanton, unrestrained longing that coursed freely through every hotly 
tingling fiber of her being, and Glen felt her run her fingers gently 
through his hair, stroking and caressing the dark wavy hair with a 
tenderness that contrasted sharply with the lurid sensations that carried 
them both away. 

"Oh Lisa, Lisa, my beautiful little girl," he groaned with even greater 
urgency in his voice. 

Then gently, with instinctive womanliness, she cradled his head lightly in 
her arms and stroked his cheeks. Now Glen's huge cock throbbed up to its 
full, massive rigidity, the skin stretched tightly around the enormous 
shaft, the crimson head almost bursting as Lisa reached down and stroked it 
lightly with her fingers, rubbing the tightened skin smoothly up and down, 
up and down, up and down, in a rhythm that nearly drove him crazy. 

Glen's hips began to move as she fingered him so obscenely, his breathing 
quickened, and rough hoarse grunts of lust-incited pleasure issued hoarsely 
from his throat. 

"Do you think I'm a bad girl?... Do you think this is wicked, Mr. Carter?" 
she purred softly. 

"God, noooo, baby... angel... " He was so hot he could hardly talk. "Don't 
stop... don't... " He sucked in his breath hoarsely, jerking his hips up 
even more violently, flexing the taut muscles of his rigidly pulsating penis 
in the tight caress of her hand. 

Then, still caressing the hotly pulsating cock in her hand, Lisa lowered her 
face toward the teacher's hair-covered loins. A soft sob suddenly escaped 
her and she felt his body shiver as her long golden curls grazed his belly. 
She flicked her tongue and worked it in a sensuous circle around her sultry, 
swelling lips as she continued to caress the huge inflated cock tenderly 
with her fingers. 

"Oh, Lisa... " he moaned... " Aaaaaaahhhhhh. " 

"I'm going to suck you off," said the angel faced girl wickedly. As another 
soft mewl of wanton desire escaped her, Lisa leaned her face lower toward 
the hotly throbbing cock. She held it tightly between the fingers of both 
hands, stroking it between the flat of her palms, in a teasing up and down 
motion that caused the older man's loins to undulate even more wildly to her 
maddening rhythm. 

For the young girl, it was as if all her private fantasies had come true. 
She was actually fondling a grown man's enormous, rock-hard cock. She had to 
suck it! She had to! Her mouth hungered to accept his hot, pulsing member, 
hungered to suck it, suck it, with unrestrained and obscene passion. 

Her lips dropped slowly to his rising hardness and suddenly her tongue 
flicked forward, the tip boring teasingly into the slick wetness of the tiny 
glans on the end of the smoothly rounded head. 

"Oh Jesus, my angel!" Glen gasped at the jolting sensation of the contact. 
He sucked his breath in, chills rippling down his spine as he felt her 
tongue swipe wetly around the tingling head of his now hotly jerking cock. 
He groaned as she made an oval circle of her lips and brought them down over 
his throbbing cock-head. 

Lisa made soft gurgling sounds deep in her throat, her tongue still flicking 
teasingly over the pulsating hotness that violated her sensually parted 
lips, blowing her breath down warmly over the rigid masculine flesh, 
gradually bringing her mouth down all the way to enclose the whole of the 
sensitive head like an elastic band around it just below the head, trapping 
it completely inside the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. 

"God, baby," he gasped, "You're unbelievable... " The handsome teacher 
raised his head up to stare down at the angelic faced woman-child whose 
hotly crimsoned face nestled in his loins, contorted with a passion he could 
never have imagined in that sweetly innocent face, as she sucked with 
abandoned hunger at his twitching, burning penis. It felt so good he could 
hardly believe it, like nothing he'd ever dreamed of. And though it had 
seemed crazy at first, now he didn't care. He wanted to go on forever, to 
never lose that exciting feeling of her mouth and lips tightened wetly 
around it, her tongue flicking wildly over the sensitive, almost bursting 
glans. Somehow, he had to hold the cum back. He wanted so badly to shoot off 
her mouth, but he knew he should warn her first so that she could take her 
face away before he did, or the poor young girl might never let him near her 
again. He had to control it. He had to keep this incredible feeling going on 
as long as he possibly could. 

Lisa massaged the cum-heavy sacs of his testicles gently with one hand and 
stroked the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other 
as she began to suck rhythmically up and down. Her eyes were clenched 
tightly together, her whole face strained with passion, and all she wanted 
in the world was to suck this handsome older man, suck him until he spurted 
the fresh white stream of cum from his lust-engorged cock up into the 
obscenely sucking receptacle of her mouth. 

Now the softness of her young tongue swirled wildly around the big, tensely 
pulsating knob of the head of his cock, the tongue flicking magically across 
the moist opening of the glans on the end at the upstroke, then swiping 
wetly down the saliva moistened shaft as she dropped her face back downward 
to take the rigidly jerking pole almost to the back of her throat. She made 
deeply gurgling, mewling sounds, her own thighs trembling with a desire that 
was only heightened by her passionate cock sucking. The beautiful virgin 
could feel the fluids of her unleashed lust seeping down between her warmly 
tingling thighs and wetting her tightly clinging panties, and her breasts 
had swelled to fill the cups of her halter top as the electric current set 
up between her wildly sucking lips and his hotly heaving loins seemed to 
shed tantalizing sparks darting to the rigid tips of her nipples. She didn't 
know how much longer she could go on like this. She wanted it to last 
forever, but now her own body was crying out in obscene desperation for 
touch, for satiation of the secret, pent-up desires which had finally been 
unleashed. 

Glen flexed his muscular buttocks, his head still raised to watch her 
passion-contorted face, bobbing up and down over his loins, her fully 
rounded breasts quivering with the motion of her body. She was bent over in 
passion, stretching the material of her shorts tightly over her roundly 
flaring buttocks so he could see the outline of the elastic legbands of her 
panties standing vividly out from the smoothly tanned contours of her 
youthful flesh. 

The girl sucked more eagerly, gurgling obscenely and gasping for breath 
around the manly shaft that now filled and stretched her mouth, every lewdly 
wanton jerk of his powerful hips driving it deeper and deeper toward the 
back of her throat, filling her with an even more intense and depraved 
ecstasy. 

But now the crying out of her own body had become like a deafening roar she 
could stand no longer. 

She had to have something too, had to have it before she went stark raving 
mad. 

Like a young tigress, she wrenched her head upward, feeling the thickly 
hardened shaft pop from her lips, hearing Glen's deeply frustrated gasp of 
protest. Sobbing she tried to catch her breath, one of her hands still 
tenderly caressing his bass, while with the other she brushed her curly 
blonde locks from her forehead so that she could see his face. 

"W-what... " 

"Please touch me, too, Mr. Carter," she gasped. "I'm so hot I'm going out of 
my mind." 

In a frantic motion she reached up behind her back and from the outside 
flicked loose the snap of her halter top. Then she pulled the cups from the 
hotly heaving firmness of her breasts, the nipples swelling to a taut 
ripeness, surrounded by their dark coronas. 

"God, Lisa. You're beautiful!" the lust-crazed school teacher told his young 
student. 

Swelling with pride, Lisa worked her shorts down over her long, contoured 
thighs, exposing the white bikini panties and the softly shadowed triangle 
of golden pubic hair. Then she looked down with great relish at the huge red 
shaft of his cock still throbbing obscenely with his inflated heartbeat. My 
God, it's just like I always dreamed of a man's cock whenever I did it to 
myself. Now he can do it to me, just like I finger fucked myself... 

Then she gasped and looked at him with lust glazed eyes. "Play with my 
pussy, Mr. Carter. Pull my little panties down and stick your Finger up in 
my cunt while I Finish sucking you off." 

With a whimper of lust, she plunged her head again. Then her hips jerked 
wildly in wanton response as she felt the strong touch of his hands on the 
fullness of her buttocks outside the snugly fitting panties, gently working 
the elastic waistband downward over the flare of her pelvis toward the 
tightly clenched crease of her ass cheeks, his powerful fingers tracing a 
searing path on the hotly tingling flesh as he exposed the trembling moons 
of her buttocks and began to work the passion-soaked crotchband to one side 
to free the sparsely-haired, pulsating lips of her pussy. 

His other hand moved eagerly to her high rounded breasts, hungrily squeezing 
and fondling them to an even riper bursting fullness. Hot currents of 
delight darted up between her thighs as she felt his fingers brush through 
the sparse strands of pussy hair to the pinkly pulsating lips of her vagina, 
lightly stroking and spreading the slickly flowing cuntal moisture, flicking 
tantalizingly between the sensitive blood-engorged lips and up into the 
hotly grasping slit. Then a shudder passed through her whole body at the 
first searing contact of his finger against the already ripely swollen and 
throbbing bud of her nakedly exposed clitoris. 

As she felt the older man begin to stroke rapidly up and down the warmly 
pulsing, hair-lined slit, she took his huge throbbing cock back into her 
mouth with an even greater eagerness. Lisa could feel the intensification of 
his reaction and began to suck his cock even harder than she had before, as 
she felt his finger slip between the hotly grasping lips of her cunt and 
worm their way with slow deliberate ness up between the sensuously clasping 
tightness of her vaginal walls. 

Now the tips of her teeth dug gently into the hard resisting flesh of the 
mans heavily lunging cock, leaving small white trails where they had pressed 
the blood from beneath the surface of the skin. She shifted her position 
slightly to give him even greater access to her hotly moistened cunt and 
reached under his muscular buttocks to pull his heaving loins up tighter to 
her face. Her tongue swiped furiously around and around the thickly 
burgeoning cock-head until she felt he was reaching the bursting point. Then 
she took all of the rigid shaft up into her mouth until she thought she 
could feel the warmly pulsating head prod at her throat, almost choking her. 

Great swirls of heat were building in his balls as he madly finger-fucked up 
into her hotly undulating loins. She bucked her head wildly above Glen's 
hard lunging cock as tiny rivulets of sweat broke out on her face and naked 
arms and thighs. She felt the muscles of his stomach tighten and he arched 
up to push his surging cock even farther up into the welcoming moistness of 
her mouth. 

He groaned over and over again, his lips working crazily and incoherent 
mutterings spitting from between his clenched teeth. Then suddenly he 
gasped, jamming two of his fingers up so deep between her hotly quivering 
thighs into the searing warmth of her spasming cunt that she almost cried 
out with insane joy as she felt the first hotly flowing waves of her own 
imminent relief begin to course outward through her loins and her whole 
trembling body. Then she heard Glen gasp. The moment was here! She could 
feel it coursing through his body too. A low guttural sound began somewhere 
deep in his chest as the hotly surging sperm began its mad dash from the 
sanctity of his balls. 

Then suddenly, he stiffened and his hand embedded deeply in the tightly 
clasping depths of her pussy, became motionless. 

"I'm cumming, Lisa... " he gasped. "I can't hold it any more... I'm gonna 
shoot off!" 

She knew he was trying to warn her to remove her lips and she sensed that he 
even made a half-hearted attempt to push her away. But she only intensified 
her sucking as she felt the shattering spasms in her own loins and her 
cuntal secretions began to flow even more wildly. And suddenly the older man 
writhing beneath her lost all control and shoved his cock as hard as he 
could up into her gaping mouth as she twisted her head madly from side to 
side in response to the bursting waves of orgasmic relief that racked her 
own trembling body, building to a shattering ecstatic crescendo in her loins 
as his hot-tasting young cum spurted in thin warm streams into the cavern of 
her mouth. It was several moments before anyone spoke. Finally, Lisa broke 
the wonderfully relaxed silence. 

"That was wonderful darling," she breathed. 

"But... But... !?" Glen exclaimed... "But what?" 

"I'm still a virgin," she giggled. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

Bennett Russell III, angry and humiliated by Glen's interruption of his 
seduction of the beautiful blonde school-girl, had driven his Jensen-Healey 
wildly back down the winding country road into town. He parked in one swift 
motion, leaped from the car, and headed into Foley's Saloon. 

"Hey man," his good pay Lyle waved from the far end of the bar... 

Bennett waved back dejectedly and sat beside Lyle, who was seated next to 
Jack Wilson, a friend who had recently been thrown out of his freshman year 
at Smedley College for an enormous accumulation of rule infractions 
regarding women in the dorms. 

Bennett ordered a beer, and guzzled the whole mug down in one, long swallow. 

"Well," asked Lyle finally, "Did you score? Did you fuck her man?" 

"No," he said with a wry smile. "What happened?" 

"Goddamn English teacher beat me to her." 

"What!" 

"You heard it." 

"Crazy man. But... uh... why don't you clue us in from the beginning." 

"Well, I was walking with her around the lake and back into the bushes. And 
that son-of-a-bitch must have followed us," Bennett began. "We were up in 
that little clearing, you know, the one everyone uses to make out, and we'd 
been messing around a lot and we had our clothes off." He flushed heated at 
the memory of it. "Man, she was really scared at first... so I sucked her 
gorgeous tits for awhile, and then after that she was as hot to ball as I 
was." 

"Well," added Jack Wilson, who had been silently listening up till now, "If 
I was a chick, I'd be scared shitless too, doing it with a gorilla like you 
for the first time." 

"Aw, fuckoff, man." 

"Come on you guys," Bill prodded. "What happened then." 

"Then finally I got on top of her, and she had a hold of my cock and was 
just about to help me put it in-and there he was! He came running down out 
of the trees like a crazy man, and holy shit! He was furious... But dig 
this... if I know anything, he was furious the way a jealous lover would be. 
It was like he was pissed at me for stealing his old lady or something, and 
pissed at her-not because he didn't think she should be doing it, but 
because it was me she was gonna do it with instead of him". 

He paused a minute and ordered another beer. 

"But you ain't heard nothin' yet." 

"Well come on man, get on with it," said Jack, a bored tone in his voice. 

"Okay... he told me to split-the cocksucker just grabbed me by the ear and 
told me to split. Then he took ahold of Lisa and I figured he'd take her up 
to old Miss Janeway's office. So I hung around a little, then followed 
them-and that little bitch went back to his cabin and gave him a blow job! A 
blow job! And he didn't force her either... Man, I had gotten her all hot 
and bothered and then she gave him the goddamn blow job!" 

"Wheeewww," the two other youths let out a long, low whistle. 

There was a long pause as the young men sipped their beers. Then Jack said 
in his nasal whine: "Oh man, I think you're full of shit." 

"Oh yeah." 

"Yeah. That little Lisa is a frigid snob if ever I saw one... I don't 
believe she put out for you and I don't believe she put out for this English 
teacher dude." 

"Well, then, you don't have to come in on this little plan with me. You can 
just sit here and sip your beer till you fall off your barstool." 

"What plan?" 

The three young men huddled closer together and Bennett began to whisper his 
strategy to them. 

* * * 

Lisa was sound asleep dreaming of Mr. Carter when something awoke her. She 
sat up suddenly in bed, Blinking her eyes for a moment, finding it difficult 
to wake out of her dream. The erotically surreal images still lingered 
vividly in her consciousness and she realized with a flustered sensation 
that had she been able to sleep a few minutes longer she would have had a 
climax. Instead, she was engulfed by a nagging frustration, almost as bad as 
when Mr. Carter had stopped her and Bennett just before they were ready to 
fuck. Then she heard it again-someone calling her name from outside her 
window. 

"Lisa? Lisa?" a male voice whispered. 

The young teenage girl started with a renewed surge of excitement. Maybe it 
was Mr. Carter! 

"Lisa!" The whisper grew more urgent. 

She slipped out of bed and walked over to the window, throwing it open, but 
carefully, so as not to make a noise and wake her sleeping roommate. 

Outside the window were two boys she recognized as friends of Bennett's... 
what were their names?... Jack and... and Kyle... no Lyle... that was it. 
Jack and Lyle. 

"What do you want." 

"It's Bennett," Jack said with pretended seriousness. "He's really upset, 
you know, freaked out, cause he thinks for some reason you don't dig him 
anymore. 

"What!" Her mind was working quickly. What had he told them? 

"Like, I don't know what it's all about... that's between you two, but he's 
just laying in bed... he won't get up, calling your name like he was dying 
or something." 

"Well what can I do?" she asked, suddenly concerned for the hurt feelings of 
a boy she had like. 

"Just come with us... come and see him." 

"Okay," she whispered. "Wait there. 

I'll be right down." 

She threw on a t-shirt and a denim skirt, and tiptoed out of the room. 

* * * 

The sight that greeted Lisa Scott as she stepped through the door stopped 
her in her tracks. Bennett was lying on his back in his room, sprawled on 
his back dressed only in pajama bottoms, his muscular chest bared, his 
thighs widely parted, and his face looking tortured with grief. Too 
tortured. It wasn't like him to take anything so seriously. Lisa felt a 
flicker of suspicion. Then she shoved it out of her mind. Maybe she really 
didn't understand what happened yesterday. Maybe somehow he did think she 
had deserted him. 

"Hi Benny," she said softly, walking toward him. 

Behind her, Jack and Lyle stepped into the room. 

"Lisa," he moaned, looking up at her with larger round eyes. "You... you 
hurt me... " 

And then he did something that made Lisa gasp with horror! 

"You... you hurt me... " he said, still pretending seriousness... "Here... " 
And then she saw him pointing to his cock! 

Lisa stiffened, a chill shooting through her whole body. He must have folio 
wd them... must have watched through the window of Mr. Carter's house! And 
this was his way of getting back at her. 

She turned and bolted for the door, but the two boys barred her entrance. 

"Come here, baby," Bennett said sitting up in his bed. "Come here," he said, 
his voice growing hoarse with burgeoning desire. Lisa watched him, 
wide-eyed, as he opened his fly, and suddenly she realized that in spite of 
the trickery, she felt the return of the familiar gnawing flutter in her 
loins. And she was aware, too, of a distinctly inappropriate wetting on her 
genitals as he carefully pulled the thin material of his pajama bottoms 
away! 

Then Lisa had to stifle a gasp of excitement as Bennett completely exposed 
his already surprisingly hard male organ, the thick sandy colored curls of 
hair in his loins, the heavily sagging testicles between his muscular 
thighs. His thick shafted cock was limber, yet incredibly large, and already 
she could see it begin a reflexive restless stirring as it was exposed. 

"Feel it, baby," he pleaded his voice cracking. "Touch my cock, Lisa... like 
you did for Mr. Carter. " Lisa gasped at the revelation that he knew, that 
he had seen her suck off the English teacher. Yet her eyes now were riveted 
on the stirring cock that was rising quickly toward a full and powerful 
erection. 

It was insane, she thought. The whole thing was crazy. The three boys knew 
about her and Mr. Carter and she was sure their motive in working this trick 
went beyond just teasing her. She knew she should force her way out and 
avoid whatever they had in store. But she couldn't! The sight of Bennett's 
rapidly hardening cock held her rapt attention. She couldn't take her eyes 
off of it. 

"Feel it, baby," he moaned again, beginning to faintly writhe his hips in 
lurid suggestion. 

Lisa's hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it moved slowly upward, 
trembling toward the muscular boy's partially exposed loins. Her fingers 
tingled in lurid anticipation as she watched the swelling member twitch 
excitedly. Again, she reminded herself how insane it all was! First being 
ready to fuck Bennett and then suddenly winding up sucking-Mr. Carter's cock 
til he came in her mouth... and now this! 

"Rub it baby, like you did the teacher's." 

"Shut up, Bennett," she said tersely, her hand still lingering inches away 
from the now fully erect, blood-engorged cock. 

God! It was more than the young girl could handle. Why couldn't she control 
herself, control the lurid impulse that raged wantonly through her 
consciousness? Then another, even more devastating thought struck her. The 
two boys waiting outside hadn't come along just to listen and watch. If 
Bennett was going to try to seduce her with this silly little game, they 
undoubtedly would want to get in on the action. They were going to try to 
gang fuck her! 

Lisa again revolted in mental rage that was somehow thwarted by the hotly 
welling desire that surged completely out of control through her 
lust-incited loins. The audacity of the boys was almost more than she could 
imagine, yet at the same time it intrigued her. For a moment, as her 
trembling hand hovered over Bennett's exposed and waiting loins, a series of 
lewd, almost surreal images flashed in a fluidly evolving flow through her 
mind as she considered the staggering possibilities of what the four of them 
could do together. It was crazy... and on a sheer animal 
level-overwhelming... Then again, as if of its own volition, her hands 
moved. 

Bennett groaned as the sudden contact of her fingers on the sensitive head 
of his already hotly throbbing cock sent a searing tingle through his whole 
body. Lisa sucked her breath in hoarsely and emitted a soft erotic whimper 
as she wrapped her fingers tightly around the firmly jutting male flesh and 
tested its vibrant springiness as she began to move her hand rhythmically up 
and down. 

"Oh wow!" Bennett gasped, shifting his naked hips lewdly in response to the 
slow, deliberate movement of her hand on his warmly pulsating member. 
"That's great!" he crooned. 

The young teenage girl wanted to rebel, but the insanely driving lust 
overwhelmed her and she began to gasp for breath and rub faster and faster 
as his already engorged young cock swelled even more rigidly beneath the 
exciting manipulations of her fingers. 

For a moment longer Bennett lay back prone on the bed, watching her with his 
astonished, desire-crazed eyes. Then, to he raised up slowly to a sitting 
position and as she continued to massage him, he reached up and laid his 
hands on the bursting fullness of her breasts, eagerly kneading the soft 
sensuous curves of flesh through the thinness of her white t-shirt and the 
tightly constricting brassiere. 

"Don't do that, Benny," she purred half-heartedly, as her hand began to move 
even faster. "I'll jack you off. But don't do that. Please." 

"I want to finish what we started yesterday, baby. I want to fuck you, 
Lisa." 

"We all do," the nasal voice of Jack chimed in from behind her. 

Lisa looked back with alarm to see that Lyle and Jack were still silently 
standing behind her in the room. A muffled cry escaped her lips as she 
watched them walk toward her, but still her trembling hand moved obscenely 
up and down on Bennett's heavily throbbing cock, teasing it to an even 
greater length. Then Jack was behind her, and she felt his loins press 
against the full, firmly-rounded moons of her satiny buttocks, his muscular 
arms wrapping eagerly around her body to reach the buttons which ran down 
the front of her denim skirt. 

"You gonna undress her?" Lyle gasped, with a twitch of unbelieving 
excitement in his voice. 

Lisa was obsessed. The thought of these three college boys taking her all at 
once had tapped a hidden fantasy of lust that she could not have even 
dreamed. It was a powerfully hedonistic streak that the young girl had only 
been subconsciously aware of till now. And even as she began to massage more 
frenziedly the desire-swollen cock in her hand, squirming her softly rounded 
buttocks back eagerly against the young loins that pressed up to them, she 
knew that this certainly would be her downfall. And she did care. But she 
couldn't stop herself. 

Jack's hands quickly and smoothly brought her t-shirt up over her bra and 
she heard Lyle's hoarse gasp of appreciation at the partial exposure of her 
brassiere-clad breasts, already swollen to the bursting point and heaving 
with her hastened breathing. 

"No, Jack, please," Lisa protested without conviction as she felt the boy's 
hands begin to mash and caress the ripe fullness of the high-set widely 
parted mounds. 

Then suddenly Bennett reached down to stop the motions of her hand on his 
cock. "I can't take anymore of that, baby, honest. I'm just about to shoot 
off right now." 

Reluctantly Lisa drew her hand away and allowed Jack to slip off her 
t-shirt, as Bennett sat up on the bed and began to push her skirt down over 
her softly rounded hips until it fell away to the floor, leaving her clad 
only in her brassiere and the flimsy transparent panties that clung loosely 
on the softly rounded moons of her already sensuously quivering buttocks. 

Lisa shivered helplessly, as much a victim of her own secret cravings as of 
the boys' unbridled lust. Jack unsnapped her brassiere and pushed the cups 
away to free her excitedly tingling, hard-ripened nipples, and Bennett began 
to fondle teasingly with the tight elastic legband of her panties. 

"Oh God," Lisa moaned in a voice that hardly sounded her own. "What are you 
doing?" 

Yet the question could have been asked as much of herself as of the three 
teenage boys surrounding her. 

Her legs began to tremble weakly as Jack firmly cupped both her soft, ripe 
breasts and began to eagerly massage the vibrantly resilient flesh. At the 
same time, Bennett slipped his fingers into the narrow waistband of her 
bikini panties, working them slowly downward until his fingers brushed 
through the silken curled strands of her pubic hair to send further chills 
of desire racing through her body. The helpless young nurse sighed deeply, 
sucking in a hoarse breath of air in response to the keenly rising 
sensations of pleasure as Bennett worked the panties lower, almost 
completely exposing the sparse, golden hair of her pussy. Then her whole 
body jerked and a deeply felt wail burst from her throat at the sudden 
electrifying contact of his finger on the moistened, ripely swelling bud of 
her clitoris. 

"Wow!" Lyle gasped. "She's going out of her mind." 

It was an astutely accurate observation. She seemed possessed by demons, 
writhing wantonly as the two boys continued to tease her to a lust-maddened 
pitch of passion, Jack working feverishly over the smooth flesh of her hotly 
heaving breasts, as Bennett pulled the crotchband of the panties aside to 
allow himself greater access to the glistening hair-lined slit of her wetly 
pulsating cunt. Her hips twitched and jerked in wild abandon as he ran his 
hand up between her trembling thighs and flicked his finger teasingly along 
the tight moist line of her cuntal lips, again sending tingling electric 
shocks jumping through her body at the light brushing contact with the tiny 
pleasure bud of her clitoris. Then she shuddered as he plunged his middle 
fingers up between the tightly clasping lips of her moistened cuntal mouth. 

Then slowly Bennett peeled the panties down off her ripely curved buttocks 
and they slithered lightly over her long naked thighs. She stepped out of 
them and felt Jack push himself back up against her from behind, his erect 
cock tenting his Levi's prodding threateningly against the sensitive 
softness of her quivering ass cheeks. 

After that it all happened too fast. As she listened to their deeply heaved 
groans of lust and delight, she closed her eyes, her desire-racked body 
going almost limp as they urged her to take Bennett's place on the bed, 
their hands pawing eagerly over all the curves and undulations of her 
nakedly trembling flesh, their obscenely lewd remarks only heightening her 
anticipation of the wanton ravishment that she knew lay in store for her 
now. 

"She's out of her mind!" said Lyle. "I never saw a chick so hot in all my 
life." 

"Come on, man," jibed Jack. "We know you never made a woman hot before, let 
alone seen one naked and begging for cock however she can get it. 

"Well, stop talking, get her on the bed, man," Bennett urged. "Shit! I've 
got to have it now!" 

"Not yet," said Jack. "Not her cunt anyway. I'm gonna have this babe going 
out of her mind before anybody messes up that sweet little cunt." 

"Come on, man. I'm the one that got her all primed up for this. You're not 
gonna edge me out of her cunt again. I should get first turn." 

"Oh, fuck her in the mouth. Because I'm gonna eat her out good before 
anybody fucks her down there. Man, this ain't some ordinary chick you just 
stick it in and spurt. This is the hottest and most beautiful girl in the 
whole state. And we gotta satisfy her so she'll want us all again." 

Lisa was almost oblivious to their words as her last inhibitions faded, and 
she yielded her naked body up completely to their wishes. Then Jack pushed 
her to a kneeling position on the bed to completely reveal the tightness of 
her glistening pink cuntal mouth from behind. Bennett stationed himself in 
front of her at the other end of the table, his blood-engorged cock 
thrusting up defiantly toward her helplessly unresisting mouth. A shudder 
wracked her nakedly trembling body as she felt Jack's hands seize her 
beautifully rounded, dimpled buttocks and spread them wide to expose to his 
view not only the inverted triangle of her blonde-haired pussy from the rear 
but also the tightly clenched hairless hole of her anus nestled secretly in 
the crack. She was kneeling on the bed, her milk-white rounded buttocks 
thrust high and inviting in the air, her face lying almost on the edge of 
the bed, exactly groin high to Bennett. 

Lisa jumped from the sudden sensations that shot through her body as jack 
leaned forward and flicked his tongue out from between his lips, brushing it 
tantalizingly along the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh and up into the 
thin curls of blondish hair that already dripped moistly with the unleashed 
flow of her cuntal secretions. At the same time, Bennett took a step 
forward, the thick nub end of his cock prodding at her face and smearing 
several drops of his own lewd pre-cum across her cheek before she took it 
gingerly in her hand and bent it downward to point it at her willingly 
parted lips. Her tongue flicked out wetly and brushed in a light circle 
around the lust-swollen, purplish tip before she took it hungrily up into 
her mouth. 

With a slow torturing outward movement of his thumbs, Jack pulled the 
swollen pink lips of her cunt apart to expose the thinly pulsating slit to 
the mercy of his gaze. He watched it greedily for a moment and then with an 
animal-like groan he plunged his head forward, burying the full length of 
his long slippery tongue snake-like up into the warmly throbbing walls of 
her pussy. 

"Oh God! Oooooh, oooohhhhh!" Lisa whimpered before his luridly exciting 
attack. Her body jerked, a prisoner of its own passions, and a soul-searing 
moan escaped from deep in her chest. She ground her buttocks wildly back 
against the lewd invading tongue that plunged with abandon up into the 
yearning warmth and moisture of her cuntal depths. 

As her lips parted to issue another delirious cry Bennett ground his pelvis 
forward even harder, ramming the thick pole of his flesh forward into the 
moist dark cavern of the young girl's mouth. She could feel the tiny slit in 
the tip of the huge bulbous head slide wetly up the full length of her 
tongue inside, the warm little droplets of masculine moisture seeping from 
it to fill the depths of her mouth with its fresh young taste. 

Again and again her buttocks jerked backward involuntarily against Jack's 
searingly plunging tongue, as the brash young man's actions prompted little 
wisps of forbidden pleasure to ripple deep in her naked belly and loins. Her 
shamelessly aroused body jerked spasmodically and she intensified the 
sucking of Bennett's already wildly twitching cock in her mouth. 

"Jeeeeesus!" she heard Lyle exclaim. "You guys hurry up. I'm going out of my 
mind watching this." 

"Then let her jack you off," Bennett said. "She's still got two hands free." 

Lisa heard the third young man step up to the bed, and felt a faintly 
tingling shock at the first hesitant touch on her nakedly writhing torso. 
Lyle grinned, watching her ravenous sucking of Bennett's cock and listening 
to the obscenely lurid slurping sounds of Jack tongue-fucking of her 
lust-incited cunt from behind. He ran his hands over the smooth warm flesh 
of her softly undulating hips, allowing them to rove beneath her to the full 
rounded breasts that trembled and swayed sensuously with the heated twisting 
of her naked figure. Then, he tweaked and teased the small rosy buds of her 
nipples to a more rigid hardness, and ran his hands lewdly back up the sides 
of her body and over the hourglass curves of her waist and hips. His fingers 
hungrily kneaded her softly palpitating flesh as he watched his friend's 
thick rod of male flesh sawing rhythmically up into the beautiful teenage 
girl's ovally stretched lips. And she was thoroughly enjoying the giant 
blood-engorged cock sawing in and out between her lips, her nakedly upturned 
ass cheeks twisting and jerking in wild abandon in response to the obscene 
licking and sucking of her cunt... 

And Lyle was ready to get his share too. Anxiously, he unbuttoned his 
trousers and dropped them to the floor, exposing his erect young rod of a 
cock. Then he seized one of Lisa's hands drawing it greedily to his loins 
and placing it on the palpitating shaft. He heard the beautiful blonde girl 
moan deeply around the hard driving cock that thrust relentlessly in and out 
of her mouth as he placed her hand on his own lust-throbbing member. A 
sensuous shiver coursed through her nakedly perspiring body as she wrapped 
her fingers softly around it and began a gentle up and down motion on the 
blood-engorged shaft. 

As Lyle moved up to make the trio a foursome, Bennett began to groan as if 
in torment, as the hot young cum began to well up in his balls. And Jack 
felt the last of the exquisite teenager's inhibitions and restraint give 
way. She began to rotate her buttocks around wildly in a pagan-like circular 
motion, shoving her seething loins back onto his face and almost smothering 
him. But this was the moment he'd been waiting for. She was ready to 
fuck-her first real fuck-and what a goddamned fuck it would be, giving her 
all the satisfaction her desire-tortured body demanded. 

Lisa moaned wantonly as she felt Jack's lips leave the hotly pulsating, 
hair-lined slit of her cunt. A sharp stab of frustration shot through her 
whole body to find a vivid focus in the tingling bud of her pinkly swollen 
clitoris. For a moment she almost ceased the motion of her hand on Lyle's 
rock-hard cock and she slackened her determined sucking of Bennett's even 
larger mouth-stretching pole. Then a shiver passed over her naked flesh as 
she felt Jack getting up behind her on the bed. With a twinge of shame and 
excitement, she realized what he was going to do. He was going to fuck her 
from the rear while Bennett continued to fuck her in the mouth. It seemed 
almost too far out, something she had not even fantasized the many times she 
had finger-fucked herself to orgasm. But in her current lust-maddened state, 
the idea only increased her wanton masochistic excitement. 

Jack poised himself on his knees behind Lisa's wildly undulating ass cheeks. 
God, she was hot, he thought, his penis throbbing in anticipation as he 
watched the squirming half-moons of her buttocks. He brushed his hand 
lightly across the moistened slit of her cunt, then with his other hand 
aimed his cock downward and leaned forward. A muffled moan escaped her as 
his cock made contact with the soft, sparse cuntal hair that lined the 
swollen folds of tender pink flesh enfolding her lust-crazed vagina. The 
young college boy gasped as he felt her other free hand move back under her 
body, her fingers gently enfolding his hotly throbbing prick. She moved it 
up and down for a moment in the softness of the silken blonde strands of her 
pubic hair, then guided him gently forward. Jack let his hips move with the 
slight tugging until he heard her sudden deeper groan as the warm moist 
pussy flesh slipped teasingly over the head of his pulsating cock like a 
tight fitting glove. Wow! he thought. She was easy for a virgin... must have 
busted her hymen with her own little fingers! 

So, no longer worried that her first fuck might be a painful one, he shoved 
slowly forward as her body trembled sensuously before him, gradually working 
his aching cock up into the tight wet softness of her hot, virginally tight 
cuntal passage until he could feel the curly fringe of her pubic hair brush 
teasingly around the base of his blood-engorged shaft. 

He could hold back no longer now. With animal urgency he drove his cock 
forward, flooding it up between the kneeling girl's hotly quivering thighs 
and plunging it throbbingly deeper and deeper until his loins smacked hard 
against the softness of her smoothly upturned ass cheeks. 

Lisa moaned wildly around the cock that filled her mouth as she felt the 
entrance of a hard male cock into her moistly clasping, hot, wet cuntal 
walls for the first time in her life! God! It was wonderful to be so full of 
cock. Her firm, white breasts danced and shook beneath her lewdly crouching 
body, as though with a life of their own, and she began to lunge her body 
back and forth, crushing her hips down against Jack's wildly gyrating loins 
on the backstroke, to take the full hardness and length of his hotly 
plunging young cock up into the warm forbidden recesses of her cunt, then 
leaning forward to plunge the whole length of Bennett's twitching, throbbing 
shaft in the warm, wet moistness of her mouth until she could almost feel it 
touch the back of her throat. Her hand expertly, but almost unconsciously, 
kept Lyle at a fever-pitch of excitement, that sensation seeming distant and 
blurred compared to the streaks of brilliant and fiery desire which Jack's 
fucking from the rear engendered in her heated loins. 

Then Bennett groaned and she felt his cock begin a sudden jerking motion in 
her mouth. She sucked even more passionately as she knew the sweet male 
sperm she so desperately craved was welling up in his lust-tightened young 
balls. Lisa issued a muffled whimper as he began an even more vicious 
lunging that sent his loins smacking mercilessly into her face, fucking his 
throbbingly rigid cock so deep into her throat she almost choked. 

"Oh boy!" he cried, seizing her long golden curly hair to guide the motion 
of her mouth over his hard driving shaft. "I'm gonna shoot in her mouth. 
Goddamnit, I can't hold it any longer." 

Lisa sucked with a purpose as she heard that, her head bobbing in rapid 
rhythm as she sensed the final hotly throbbing twitches, and her tongue 
swirled wantonly around the pulsating head as she felt the first fragrant 
tasting spurts of the lewd, hot cum squirting up into the ravenous warmth of 
her mouth, hot jets that shot almost straight back to her throat. Her cheeks 
swelled and hollowed obscenely as she swallowed the warm sticky essence of 
his manhood as it continued to squirt hotly up into her mouth. Then at last 
the spurting ceased and she sensed the weakening of his legs as his drained 
cock began to go limp in her mouth. Yet still she sucked, as if to extract 
every last drop of the fresh young cum. Then she began to lick him clean, 
gasping to catch her breath as her tongue flicked around the base of his 
still thick male shaft and the curls of his pubic hair tickled her flaring 
nostrils. Then she worked slowly up the length of it, twirling her tongue 
over the thin sticky streams that remained there mingled with her own wetly 
glistening saliva. As she finished, she already felt it begin to jerk to 
life again in response to her teasingly soft ministrations. 

Then Lyle moaned and began to jerk his hips wildly in her hand. "I'm cumming 
too!" he cried, with a mingling of excitement and disappointment at having 
it happen so fast. 

Lisa sobbed, gasping for breath as Jack continued to ram his own 
lust-hardened cock wildly up into the palpitating depths of her loins from 
behind. She turned her head, watching through lust-glazed eyes as the rigid 
cock in her hand throbbed purple, twitched, then began to wildly spurt the 
white streams of cum at random directions into the air. 

"F-f-faster, Lisa!" Lyle moaned as he let go the full load of his own hot 
cum and she felt it land in large splattering drops on the smoothly 
sensitive flesh of her naked back. Then she forgot that completely as more 
shattering sensations deep in her own loins overcame her. It began as a low 
and distant flutter, then grew rapidly toward a crescendo, as great waves of 
thrilling sensitivity moved like a relentless tide through the flesh of her 
quivering thighs and hotly palpitating cunt, up to the tips of her heaving 
breasts, sweeping aside every other sensation or awareness in its path as it 
engulfed her completely and swept her out of herself into a dream world of 
ecstasy. 

At the same time, Lisa could feel a gush of liquid warmth around the madly 
fucking cock buried deep inside her exploding pussy and her own moisture 
began to flow out even more wildly as the thickly embedded penis began to 
twitch and spurt its hot sticky cum up into the moist forbidden depths of 
her helplessly quivering loins. 

Lisa groaned out her own release and continued her frantic pulling on Lyle's 
softly deflating member as Jack's hot cum spurted hose-like out the tip of 
his hard-driving cock and far up into the tightly clasping folds of her 
palpitating pussy. Jack ground his pelvis relentlessly upward, altering the 
angle to force his penis deeper and deeper up against the sensitive wet 
walls of her cunt without mercy. She whimpered as her orgasm neared its end 
and jerked forward to try to dislodge him from her almost satiated cunt, but 
he held her for a moment longer, continuing to ram forcefully into her until 
his cock began to go soft. Then he released her and she fell exhaustedly 
forward, whimpering and gasping for breath, little post-orgasmic spasms 
still dancing in her loins and through her body as she tried to catch her 
breath and slow the maddening beat of her heart. 

"No I'm finally gonna fuck her," said Bennett. "I'm already hot again from 
watching the end of that!" 

Lisa opened her eyes dazedly and stared at the glistening red penis that 
moments ago she'd sucked dry. Again, it was standing up fully erect, looming 
powerfully as Bennett came around the side of the bed. Her insane desire had 
been satiated for the moment, but now began to return as she felt the hot, 
pulsing nearness of the huge, lust-hardened cock, moving closer and closer 
to her once more heatedly writhing young pussy. 

CHAPTER SIX 

Rape! The word echoed through the headmistress' office, reverberating 
cruelly in the silence which followed Miss Janeway's pronouncement of Glen 
Carter's sexual relationship with young Lisa Scott. "And, of course, the 
young lady too will be expelled for her lewd behavior." 

"Why you... you hypocrite!"-Glen stammered. The handsome English teacher was 
pained and furiously angry that the beautiful young teenager would be made 
to pay so severely for her sexual pleasure, with him when this jealous bitch 
of a headmistress filled her sexual appetites as she pleased... But what 
came next was quite unexpected. 

Miss Janeway smiled at him. "How-ever," she said, "there is something you 
can do to extricate yourself from the situation." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Glen... " The sudden shift to the familiar made the handsome English 
teacher put his guard up. "We had such a good time together your first night 
at Beaverton... you're a very attractive man... and, of course, we've not 
seen much of each other since then due to your... uh... infatuation with 
that girl." 

He looked at her, puzzled by her sudden shift in tone. 

"Of course," she continued, "I'm sure you thought you were in love with the 
girl... but perhaps you would like to know a little more about her before 
you seriously commit yourself to her... " 

"What are you talking about?" he asked hotly. 

"It might interest you to know that that sweet-faced little child fucked 
three college boys at one time just the other day... Nothing stays secret in 
a place like this, Mr. Carter. Or very little at any rate. I am particularly 
successful at being discreet... but then, I have all the power." 

She reached down and petted her German Shepherd Rex on the head. "Right 
boy?" 

The dog looked up at her longingly, a shrill whine escaping his canine lips. 

"You're jealous... just plain jealous... and you're trying to hurt me and 
Lisa." 

"Am I? she asked, raising one eyebrow. And something in the confidence of 
her manner made Glen realize that she was telling the truth! He sank down 
depressed in his chair. It couldn't be true! It was too crazy! Yet he knew 
too well how uninhibitedly passionate the angel faced young girl was. 

"I might also point out," she added, "that a case could be made for your 
having started the girl on the road to corruption... do I make myself 
clear?" 

"You bitch!" he shouted at her in pain and anger, which gradually dissolved 
into defeat. "Do what you want to," he finally said, softly, resigned to the 
ruination of his career and the smashed reality of the girl he thought he 
loved. 

So, Mr. Carter... back to the problem of statutory rape?" And as I said, in 
this part of the state, that sort of law can be enforced." 

"To save the reputation of this school... " 

"To get jealous revenge you mean-" 

"Now, now. I'm not suggesting that you would actually go to prison. I'm sure 
a good lawyer could get you to plead that you were out of your mind at the 
time... of course, your career would be ruined." 

Glen looked at the woman astonished at her desire for revenge. And the 
conclusions he reached were grim. 

He'd heard some pretty wild tales about country juries and he had no doubt 
what the verdict for his trail would be... But what did she want from him? 
Why was she telling him all this now? It seemed that it was still a matter 
of conjecture, that he was waiting for some yet unforthcoming statement or 
deed on his part. 

"I don't know what I can say, I mean... if you want to see my life ruined, 
well you certainly have it in your power to do it... As for what happened 
between Lisa and the young men," he paused for a moment, for it was painful 
for him to think of, "I can't feel responsible for that!" 

"Well, Mr. Carter... Maybe there is something you. can do...?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"Well, Lisa is a very beautiful young girl... I can certainly understand the 
temptation. Of course, I can't say I wasn't hurt that you ignored me after 
that delicious night we spent... " she leaned across the desk toward him and 
whispered the next word passionately through her teeth... "fucking!" 

Glen let out a shrill whistle of astonishment. He couldn't believe his ears. 
The horny bitch just wanted to get laid . 

. and she'd threaten him with a rape charge to do it. 

He folded his arms indignantly across his muscular chest. "So that is what 
you've been leading up to. Why you're... you're no better than I am, you 
little bitch. I've been sitting here listening to you bullshit about 
morality when all you're really thinking about is your cunt." 

"You're so very right, Glen, darling." she said, stroking the Shepherd's 
head. 

Damn, Glen thought. Edith Jane way is so luscious, so blatantly sexual when 
she lets that headmistress front down. Sure she had made him angry, 
manipulating him with that horrible threat of a rape prosecution, but now he 
felt his anger begin to mix with a burgeoning raw lust for her. 

"So, you phony little moralizer," he said in a softer tone. "So you want me 
to fuck you, do you?" 

"Yes... Now!" she said, "Lets get out of here... we can go to my place... " 

Glen chuckled. He was disillusioned with the promiscuous young girl he 
thought he loved. Why not fuck Edith Janeway... She was a damned attractive 
woman. 

"Come Rex," she said to the dog, clapping her hands, and the German Shepherd 
followed them out of the office building and across the campus to her 
charming little cottage. 

Once inside, she wasted no time with formalities. She stripped her clothes 
from her voluptuously firm body quickly, revealing in the warm sunlight, the 
magnificence of her full ripe breasts and softly curvaceous hips. Then she 
lay herself down on the satin coverlet of her bed, her firm high breasts 
trembling softly, her eyes closed, as she waited for him. Her thighs were 
slightly parted and already her belly quivered and heaved in anticipation of 
his long thick cock sunk deep inside her belly. Rex hovered beside the bed, 
a canine voyeur. 

Glen stripped quickly too, unbelievable excitement coursing through his 
blood, fully hard, jutting hotly from his muscular loins. He bent over her 
prostrate form, and fastened his teeth to the nipple of her heaving breast. 
She groaned with pleasure, her body writhing heatedly, and his hands, 
playing over the softness of her thighs and hips, held her tightly to him. 
His lips and tongue roamed wetly over the palpitating mounds, and tiny 
tendrils of sensation descended feather-like to her naked loins below. God! 
She wanted him insanely! He continued the slow tortuous licking of her flesh 
with his tongue, and a blissful little twitch made her buttocks begin a 
slow, hardly noticeable grinding down into the bed. 

"Okay, I'm going to fuck you," Glen moaned as his lips caressed over the 
soft sensitive skin of her breasts, his eyes still hard and cruel with the 
greed of his desire. 

"I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I want to see 
you twist and squirm when my big cock sinks into your hot little cunt. I 
want to hear you beg and scream for me." 

The lewdness of his words excited Edith even more, and she wanted nothing 
but to submit passionately to him. Glen slipped down on the bed beside her 
and wrapped his arms around her naked body, pulling her tightly to him. They 
lay pressed together, his rigid cock insinuating all the n way through her 
soft inner thighs, trapped on the other side between her passion clenched 
buttocks, his lips clamped wetly over hers. He moved his loins hungrily 
against her hips, and then she felt his long, sensitive finger slowly 
smoothing down their naked bodies to teasingly find her throbbing tight 
vaginal mound. He dipped a little lower, down between the soft, hair-fringed 
pussy lips, spreading them open to tease her tiny clitoris. Edith couldn't 
hold back a soft mewling cry from the tingling sensation, and as she parted 
her lips, he thrust his tongue deep inside her saliva-moist mouth. She 
groaned abandonedly around his long wet tongue with uncontrollable passion. 

Then, Glen rolled her over so she was lying on top of him. "I want you to 
ride me baby, ride up and down on my cock, he murmured huskily. "Kneel on 
either side of my hips and ride me like a stallion. Come on, do it!" 

Edith Janeway complied without hesitation, levering up on her arms, her long 
dark hair falling loose from its pinning, flowing down over her head and 
sweeping the naked man's chest, her breasts swaying sensuously with their 
erect little nipples lightly touching against his skin. She kneeled 
straddling him with her smooth thighs touching against his skin, splayed 
widely on either side of his hips. She could sense his hardened penis 
pointing directly upward at the finger-moistened slit of her pussy. 

Relishing the thought of what was to follow, she tossed, her head wildly 
from side to side. She could see him holding the length of his cock in his 
hand and teasing it up against the spread pink flesh of her cunt with its 
hardened blunted head. The immediate contact of its satiny warmness against 
the tingling skin of her vaginal opening instigated unwanted little carnal 
sensations which instantly spiraled upward through her naked loins. 

"Ooooohhh," she breathed as she felt the first hot pressure against the 
tight elastic opening of her widespread cunt lips. "Ooooohhhh, Glen, lover, 
you're so big... so wonderfully big!" 

Her hips were writhing wildly and he wrapped his hand tightly around her 
twisting waist to hold her securely atop his cock. Then he pushed upwards 
again, harder between her cuntal lips. 

"Ohhhhhh, Darling, Aaaaaahhhh!" she cried out as the tip of his penis 
slipped through, and she could feel the hotly pulsating penetration of her 
lust-trembling loins. And Rex stood by the bed, his tongue hanging from his 
mouth, panting hotly. 

Suddenly, Glen could stand it no more. He had to fuck her now! Fiercely, he 
thrust his hips up off the bed, and at the same time, with his tightly 
cupped hands pulled her smooth curvaceous buttocks down over his long thick 
cock. 

"Aaaaahhhhhh!" she screamed as she felt his raging fleshy hardness deep up 
inside her hotly writhing cunt. There was no stopping them, his throbbing 
hardness pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in lewdly rolling 
waves before it. 

"Oh God! Fill my cunt, lover... Fuck meeeeee!" 

She had never felt so filled in her life, and there wasn't one tiny ridge on 
his wonderfully hard cock that she could not feel as it sunk tightly into 
the soft flesh of her belly. 

Glen lay still for a moment, his face directly below hers. God, she was hot 
and wet and tight. Neither made a sound for a long moment, and then suddenly 
she felt a deep throb up inside her hot pussy, the thickness of Glen's cock 
jerking up another half inch as he flexed inside her vagina. 

"Ohhhh, I love it, I love it," she cried... "I love your big cock so deep 
inside me." 

Her words thrilled Glen to his very core, and slowly he began a rocking 
motion up between her soft shapely thighs. He felt her hot, moist cunt begin 
to screw wildly down over his lust-hardened cock, flames of wild desire 
coursing through her blood, racing through her with every upward lunge he 
made. God! She was delirious with joy and her whole body began to twitch and 
writhe above him, as she moaned uncontrollably, lowering her head and 
shoving her tongue with complete abandon into the moistness of his mouth. 
Low hums of pure pleasure came in torrents from deep in her chest, her face 
contorting with total passion, a light sweat breaking out on her forehead 
under the flowing strands of her straight black hair. She could feel the 
throbbing wet hole of her pussy flowering open to receive his cock. Her eyes 
were closed and her tongue worked and slaved down into his mouth as small 
mewling sounds of velvety pleasure rumbled from her throat. Nothing existed 
for her but the delicious sensation of kneeling above this man who was 
fucking her and giving back to him what he was giving her. 

Glen could hardly believe what was happening. Less than an hour ago, they 
had been bitter enemies, but now they were pleasure giving lovers! The icy 
head-mistress was offering herself to him... all of herself, body and soul. 

He trailed his hands over the soft curves of her naked body, and felt the 
long smooth muscles beneath her tanned silken skin ripple lightly from his 
hungry touch. He felt the warm moist walls of her vagina gripping at his 
buried hardness deep inside her belly, and his brain spun wildly from his 
heady, erotic victory over her nakedly splayed body. Christ! It was a hell 
of a wonderful fuck! 

Edith flattened her knees out so that they pressed against Glen's muscular 
sides. She slid lower and lower on his long, thick penis, moaning with 
rapture all the way down until she could feel his sperm-bloated balls 
pressed tight up into the open crevice between her ass cheeks. Then she 
lifted herself up on her knees so that his lust-engorged cock, gleaming 
moistly from her secretions, came slipping into view as Rex watched from 
beside the bed. With a softly dreamy sigh, she drove her thighs back down 
again, ramming the whole of his wet, fleshy hardness deep up inside her 
until its head battered against her cervix. The now deliriously excited 
woman abandoned herself to all the searing sensations that thrilled her at 
the moment, sliding rhythmically up and down over her lover's penis until 
she felt as though she could almost cum just by her own gyrations. 

"Harder, Glen, fuck me harder lover dear... " she chanted in rhythm to his 
long hard strokes. Great huge waves of delightful sensation swirled through 
her. Her entire kneeling body was growing, growing ready to explode, burst 
into a thousand colored fragments around the gorgeous cock that was fucking 
her, and she thrust her loins down, screwing herself on the thick pistoning 
cock splitting up into the walls of her vagina from below. Yes... Oh God, 
yes... ! This was heaven! If only it could never end! If only there was 
more! And suddenly she had a wild flash, the chance to enact a fantasy she 
had had for so long. 

"Rex! Here, boy! Come here, Rex and hump me in the ass!" And she cried out 
wildly with rising excitement, as she heard the German Shepherd leap on to 
the bed from where he'd been watching. 

"You're really a bitch," Glen chuck-led with salacious delight. "A bitch in 
heat!" 

Then the giant German Shepherd lowered his head to the abandoned woman's 
smoothly upturned buttocks and sniffed them appreciatively. His tail wagged 
and trembled as though he had truly waited a long time for this moment. 
Edith moaned in heated expectation as his nose suddenly made contact with 
her tiny, puckered anus. She began to slowly undulate her buttocks as his 
tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down, the tip curling and licking 
around the hair-fringed softness where Glen's penis was inserted, and then 
moving wetly up to burrow in her fleshy anal ring, while Glen's hands 
grasped her tightly around the waist, impaling her strongly upon his rigidly 
thrusting cock. 

"That's it, Rex," she urged excitedly. 

The dog began to greedily lap his narrow pink tongue between her thighs. He 
ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tight-filled pink edges 
of her cunt up to the tiny sensitive little circle of her tightly puckered 
anus. His great tongue spread through the soft hair-covered valley like a 
knife through soft butter, curling and licking relentlessly between Edith's 
wide-spread buttocks. She jerked spasmodically as she squirmed under the 
Shepherd's lapping and sniffing of her loins, shuddering and chilling from 
the lewdly wicked stimulation she was thoroughly enjoying. He worked like 
the savage beast he was, and his rutting lust was slowly driving her mad. 

Under the vigorous lapping of her sensitively responding genitals, Edith's 
body became lost in the fire of the moment. Every muscle in her body was 
tensed as she strained her hips back against that maddening probe between 
her buttocks. Oh God! The dog's tongue felt good back between her legs! She 
had never dreamed anything could be like this, that an animal could bring 
such feeling from her body. Her updrawn thighs opened and closed around the 
driving cock that was still fucking gluttonously up into her flame-seared 
vaginal hole. 

Aaaaaaaaagghhhhhh! Oooooohhhh!" she moaned, splaying her legs wider and 
higher to give the magnificent dog greater access. "Mmmmmmmmm!" 

"Fuck me Rex, fuck me!" she cried still louder. 

The huge German Shepherd leaped to obey. He mounted the spread mounds of 
Edith's buttocks, paws on her back. His glistening scarlet penis slipped 
wetly from its furry sheath, its tapered point sliding and dancing in her 
hot wet anal crevice as the animal trembled and jerked over her naked body. 
The narrowly expanded crevice was visibly throbbing in lurid invitation; the 
wet moist furrow held wide apart by the pressure of her thighs pressed 
tightly down on Glen's hips. Edith could feel the hugeness of the dog's 
fleshy hardness jerking between her wide-spread ass cheeks, insinuating 
itself up and down, up and down, in maddening search for the hungry hole in 
which to thrust the heavily throbbing point of his animal cock. 

"Ooooooohhhh. Put it in my ass hole, Rex... my ass hole!" 

And at the sound of her own words, her body broke forth into a tingle of 
excitement. She suddenly had to have it in her. Her belly was screaming for 
it! 

She took her hand and reached down underneath the grinding flesh of their 
bodies to grasp the full length of the dog's heavily pulsating cock. Her 
tightly closed fist stroked it softly in reverence. She could feel the 
spasmodic throbbing against her palm and the moistly seeping liquid of 
excitement trickled from the blood-inflated tip. She guided it up the valley 
of her buttocks, not letting it lose contact with her flesh until it was 
poised at the pinkish round hole of her puckered little anus. She held it 
there with her one hand drawing with all her strength to pull it into her 
rectum. God yes! She wanted the dog to fuck her in the ass! 

"Yes, Rex, fuck me there," she cried out as the beast thrust his giant penis 
in an urgent probe against her for several seconds, trying to lodge itself 
into the tight, straining anal hole. 

And then Rex did it! 

With a groan of bestial delight, he jerked forward and she felt a slight pop 
at her anus, and she twisted and groaned, trying with all her strength to 
help him lodge it deeper. She no longer was in possession of her mind as the 
huge dog cock slithered far up into her rectum, pushing against the bottom 
of her belly inside. She jerked up against him, and as she did, the dog 
rammed down and imbedded his thick, rock-hard penis all the way to the hilt 
in the smooth, tight tunnel of her anus. 

"Ohhhhhh, gooooooooooood!" she grunted. "My Godddd!" 

* * * 

Lisa Scott was sitting on the bed in her room, her head in her hands, her 
mind without thoughts, a black abyss of fear and horror. She had been 
expelled! Expelled from school by Miss Janeway because word had gotten 
around that she had let herself be gang-fucked by three college boys. And 
now her father would find out! 

And God! What would he do to her! She almost wished she could die, so awful 
did her predicament seem to her. She had to do something! 

There was only one chance. She had to talk to Miss Janeway and convince her 
to change her mind, or at least promise not to tell her father the truth. 
God! It would kill him and she loved him so. She hated the idea of facing 
the headmistress and discussing the whole thing still another time, and she 
knew her chances were of succeeding were slim, but what else could she do? 

Slowly, the weight of the world on her shoulders, she stood up and walked 
out her room. On campus, the sun was shining brightly, but it was more 
depressing to her than the most overcast day would have been. She walked 
past a group of girls who had been her friends, and heard their quiet, 
malicious giggling and laughter. It was like a nightmare, the normal 
atmosphere of the campus now like a stage set for a macabre tragedy. By the 
time she reached the administration building, she had tears in her eyes and 
a great constricting lump in her throat. 

Ever girl in the whole school knew about what had happened. Knew that three 
college boys had used her body to the fulfillment of their wildest and most 
lurid fantasies and the satiation of their ravenous desires. 

The hell with them... the hell with them all. There's not one of them who 
wouldn't give anything to find out what it was like, to find out what 
fucking was like. And God! It was wonderful... it had been the most 
incredible thing she had ever experienced... ! 

Especially with Mr. Carter. God! He was so sweet, and so loving to her. She 
wondered what he thought of her now. Oh, how he must hate her, just like 
everyone else on campus. And that priggish head-mistress. All she needed was 
a good fuck... that would straighten her out and make her less of a bitch. 

She opened the white wooden door to the administration building, and walked 
up to Miss Partridge's desk. The withered old maid looked at her as if she 
was a piece of dust that had settled on her sleeve. 

"What do you want?" she asked, looking down her long pointed nose at the 
beautiful young girl. 

"I... I want to see Miss... Miss Janeway." 

"Well, she's not in." 

"Where is she.?" 

The secretary looked at Lisa as if to say, "Who are you to ask?" 

But then, grudgingly, she gave her the information. "Miss Janeway is at home 
for lunch." 

"Thank you," Lisa said, and ran from the building. That would make it 
easier, she thought. I'll go talk to her at her home... it'll be less 
formal. Maybe, she'll soften up a little towards me. And the young girl 
headed toward the head mistress's cottage. 

When she arrived, she knocked at the door but there was no answer. Without 
thinking, she turned the knob and walked in. Strange animal sounds and moans 
were coming from the bedroom. Slowly, the young girl walked on tiptoe to see 
what was happening. The bedroom door was open and Lisa Scott froze as she 
moved cautiously into the room, stunned by what she saw. 

There, before her very eyes, was the headmistress, Miss Janeway, sandwiched 
between Mr. Carter and... Oh my God!... and a huge German Shepherd dog. 
Never in her young life had she even dreamed that such a sight was possible! 

"Aaaaarrrrggghhh!" the headmistress grunted as the dog began fucking into 
her in a frantic humping rhythm. His giant animal cock seemed to expand with 
each thrust down into her tightly gripping rectum. Edith could feel the huge 
animal cock racing into her hotly writhing asshole, firebrands of pleasure 
racing through her body from her totally filled anus and cunt. 

The German Shepherd fucked in-humanly into her hopelessly impaled rectum, 
giving her no respite from the growing pleasure building-building-deep in 
her belly. 

It was alive in her! The hard rubbery tip pressing up against her the lining 
between its length and that of Glen's cunt-imbedded cock, the tickling hairs 
of the dog's testicles brushing in the crevice of her buttocks... they were 
all part of her! She was one with them... They both seemed to roll together 
into one great fiery ball of aching hunger for more. Her cunt contracted 
around the man's driving penis as the lascivious sensations raced through 
her flesh. 

And Lisa watched wide-eyed, too excited and aroused at seeing such a strange 
sexual event taking place. The headmistress's loins seemed to be impossibly 
stretched and filled by the two giant cocks, yet the elastic-like flesh 
seemed to open willingly, almost pleadingly, to the twin fucking from animal 
and man. 

The beautiful blonde girl moved around the bed so that she could clearly see 
Miss Janeway's face. The contorted expression she saw as almost unreal; her 
eyes were open and there was no doubting the glaze of ecstasy in them, as 
her pink moist tongue circled hungrily around parted lips. The teacher was 
completely transformed... no longer, the severe woman Lisa had known, and 
the young girl longed to share in the perverted joy. 

Edith's body could feel a maddening electric fire that burned uncontrollable 
deep within her backsides. It seared relentlessly through the raw nerve ends 
of her flesh, licking through her cunt and anus and dancing across the milky 
white flesh of her widely splayed buttocks, spreading up through her 
greedily contracting belly and out to the tips of her pink palpitating 
nipples, which peaked into tiny buds. Thin rivulets of sweat rolled down the 
sides of her full pulsating breasts, which were sensitive to even the 
brushes across Glen Carter's heaving chest. 

She rotated her thighs from side to side around the two fleshy impaling 
cocks, her vagina and anus dilating in time to their harshly pumping thrust. 
They felt as if they were fusing deep inside her bowels, becoming one with 
all her being. The had become part of her! And she was one with them! She 
and Glen and Rex-they were all one fleshy mass of erotic sensation, merging 
magically together by their nakedly locked genitals! 

"Fuck me!" Lisa heard the head-mistress hiss. "Oh God, both of you. Fuck me 
harder!" 

And Lisa, watching felt the fire licking through her own body as she watched 
the incredible scene. 

Sweat was pouring from Edith's writhing naked body as she strove wildly for 
her end, almost ready to cum, unable to stop. 

"Hot bitch, hot bitch," Glen Carter beneath her mumbled over and over as he 
ceaselessly rammed his blood-filled cock deep up into her hot, wet cunt. He 
could feel the white hot cum building up inside his bloated testicles as 
they beat hard against his own upturned buttocks. He was ready to explode. 

Then, out of the comer of her eyes, Edith caught sight of Lisa standing 
there... 

She reached out toward her. "Lisa, darling... come here. Come quick." It was 
all the encouragement the young teenager needed, and she was up on the bed, 
pulling up her skirt and shedding her panties, spreading her legs out wide, 
her burning cunt close to the headmistress's full sensual lips. Edith was 
like a wild animal, anxious to lap up the sexual juices that flowed hotly 
from the young girl's freshly flowering cunt, and her tongue snaked out into 
the thin, blonde-fringed vaginal slit like a hot electric probe, sliding 
smoothly up and down the quivering valley until it found the clasping 
opening of her burning vagina. Quickly then, licking around the tight, 
little hole, she drew all the excitedly seeping pussy fluids hungrily into 
her mouth. Then, groaning and stretching her tongue out its full length, she 
thrust it deep into the smooth steaming pussy flesh between the young 
student's widespread legs. 

"Oooooohhhh, yessss... suck me like that, Miss Janeway. Suck me!" 

It was all there and Edith couldn't think of anything more wonderful. She 
was lost in a swirl of sexual happiness. 

Suddenly Glen, driven over the edge by the sight of Edith's slavering mouth 
on the young girl's hotly moist cunt, began to groan wildly, and Edith could 
feel the head of his deep-sunk penis suddenly flare into a hugeness that 
threatened to split her in half. It began to spurt, and she could feel his 
delicious hot white liquid shooting into her like streams of hot molten lava 
into the cavern of her pink quivering passage. The hot walls of her pussy 
milked spasmodically as the manly teacher continued to spew out his 
completion, filling her womb and foaming out of the contracting fleshy lips 
around the base of his cock. 

It was too wonderful to believe! 

She couldn't let it stop! 

Then she heard Lisa moan too, and suddenly her mouth was busy sucking in the 
climactic juices she so hungrily wanted. The young girl hissed and groaned 
and rolled her head around and around, and her clitoris jerked and strained 
as Edith tickled the bud. The head-mistresses mouth was a seething, hot oven 
of lust, invading the vaginal orifice and lashing the erect clitoris and 
licking the whole wet furrow with an eel-like tongue which was slippery with 
flowing cuntal juices. 

Lisa mewled with uncontrollable, unsatiated passion. Her belly rippled and 
she rubbed her hands against her thighs and curled her fingers in Edith's 
strewing hair, forcing the woman's face deeper into her burning cunt. 

"Oh... oh... ohhhh, I can't stand it!" Lisa screamed. "It's too much... too 
much!" 

She twisted and writhed in sweet torture, as the tongue continued to stroke 
her clitoris sending lightning-like stabs through her marrow. She gasped and 
groaned... and then she came in a wild torrent of thunderous release. 

Now Edith screwed her buttocks insanely back against the dog so that his 
penis bored far up into the expanded rubbery recesses of her rectum. Her 
breast heaved and quivered down against the skin of Glen's sweat-gleaming 
chest, the tiny, hardened nipples brushing across his skin like little 
diamond chips. The huge animal's tongue hung from his mouth as he pantingly 
fucked into the waving buttocks from behind, saliva dripping from his jowls 
onto the gleaming sweat of her naked back. She screamed again and rammed 
harder against the dog just as he jerked forward and his cock began spitting 
its burning animal semen in hard thick spurts deep in her greedily clasping 
anus. 

With a deep-throated groan, Edith began to vibrate uncontrollably as she 
could feel Rex's dog sperm shoot deep up into her gratefully welcoming 
belly. Her head whirled in depraved sensuality as the thin, powerful squirts 
surged wildly up into her open bowels, her smoothly rounded buttocks 
contracting spasmodically as the hot wet passage of her rectum squeezed 
desperately at the jerking cock. Thick white fluid oozed from her tightly 
clenched anal muscle, and small trails of his warm, wet animal cum trickled 
slowly down between her thighs to mingle with Glen's cum and her own 
orgasmic secretions. Her backside glistened, displaying soaked pubic hair 
and pink flesh, as, nearly unconscious, Edith slowly rolled off the two now 
limp penises which had so completely filled her every orifice. She lay half 
comatose, her body still on top of Glen Carter, her legs falling open 
loosely from the warm sense of total satisfaction which flowed through her 
lifeless flesh. Lisa was sprawled out near her head. 

The German Shepherd stood above her wagging his tail in obvious 
satisfaction. In a last act of obscene depravity, he dropped his head to the 
wide-spread split of her loins and licked at the white sticky liquids 
flowing from her still quivering cunt and anus. He gulped at it hungrily 
until at last there was no more. And Edith was entirely clean along the 
crevice of her buttocks. Then he lay down contentedly between her open legs, 
his giant head gently nuzzling into the soft, blonde-curled slit of her 
dually ravished pubic mound. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Miss Edith Janeway, headmistress of Beaverton School for Young Ladies, lay 
sleeping peacefully, Glen Carter in between her and Lisa Scott, and Rex 
between her legs, awake and watching over the figures on the bed. 

No one heard the knock on the door. No one but Rex who started barking 
loudly to wake them all up. But the dog's warning did not come quickly 
enough, and into the bedroom, heavy with the lusty scent of satiated naked 
bodies walked Miss Partridge! 

Her mouth fell open in astonishment and stayed that way for several long 
seconds, her pale eyes bulging from behind her rimless glasses. 

The sight was so ludicrous that Edith, waking out of her sleep began to 
laugh... and the laugh was infectious. Lisa started giggling uncontrollably, 
and then Glen, while Rex yelped happily in the background. 

And Miss Partridge was too stunned to move! Never in her life had she seen 
naked bodies, much less anything like the three figures sprawled out 
laughing on the bed, a dog in their midst. Suddenly she bolted from the room 
like a madwoman, and Edith knew she was headed straight for the telephone to 
call the board of trustees. And how the prudish woman would find the words 
to describe what she saw, Edith couldn't imagine. 

But she knew her career was finished. And she didn't care. Not a bit. Never 
in her life had she found such exquisite and total happiness. 

And Glen too, was beyond caring, for the bliss he had discovered was worth 
whatever price would have to be paid. 

But Lisa was worried. She was a minor and could get them all in a hell of a 
lot of trouble. Then suddenly she remembered... She was almost eighteen. By 
the time the whole thing got through the red tape and papers, she would no 
longer be a minor-and no one could do anything about it. 

"I have an idea," Edith said, when they had dressed, and were driving into 
town to Charley's steak house for a hearty steak dinner and some fine bones 
for Rex. 

"What is it darling?" Glen asked, truly curious. 

"We're going to found another school... the most amazing school anyone has 
ever seen. We can go out west, where it's freer, up in the mountains or down 
to Big Sur. The School of Sexual Freedom. We can teach people how to find 
pleasure... how to be happy... " 

"And I know three guys who'd love to enroll," Lisa added laughingly. "Three 
guys who would truly understand the spirit of the thing. 

"Wait a minute... I don't know if I want to share you beautiful ladies with 
anyone." 

Edith and Lisa looked indignantly at one another. 

"What a square!" said the ex-headmistress. 

"What a prude," chimed in Lisa. 

And they all began to laugh, Rex yelping in the back seat, as they pulled 
into the parking lot for dinner, freer and happier than any of them had ever 
been in their lives. 


THE END
