In Teacher's Bedroom
by Mary Jenkins
(LLP-622)


CHAPTER ONE 

When the staff of St. Patrick's Boarding School for Boys had been approached 
as to the possibility of one teacher staying at the school during the 
Christmas Vacation, Sylvia Draper, French Mistress had been the only willing 
contender. Everyone else, it seemed, had plans for the Christmas Vacation. 
Sylvia herself had had plans until only quite recently but then they had 
been smashed with the disappearance of her fianc'e, Nigel Roth with an 
actress. 

Sylvia and Nigel had been engaged for only three months, although they had 
been dating for almost a year. Being tucked away in Concord, Mass. at the 
school for the most part, she had only seen Nigel during holidays and 
occasional weekends. She had thought however that he had been faithful to 
her. Upon her arrival the last time in New York she had discovered to her 
dismay that he had been more than a playboy during the entire courtship and 
that, without a word to her, other than a curt letter he had left for her in 
the hands of a close friend, he had gone back to England accompanied by an 
English actress. Sylvia had been stunned, almost catatonic for a week but 
finally she had pulled herself together and resumed her teaching post at St. 
Patrick's. 

Life at school was very absorbing and gave her little time for 
self-reflection and so her wounds were slowly healing. Christmas was almost 
upon the school, however, and Sylvia had no plans. Her parents were no 
longer alive and her brother Harry was in the Peace Corps. She was the 
obvious choice to stay with the twins. 

She thought of them now as she ran a bath for herself, Joel and Justin 
Greyson, 12 years old, flaming red hair and green eyes. . . Sylvia gave a 
start then as she pictured the boys, of course, they had exactly the same 
coloring as Nigel-what a strange coincidence! Their parents were in the 
Diplomatic Service in the Middle East and due to some trouble presently 
brewing there they had preferred that the boys didn't join them for 
Christmas, as planned. There was no one else in the States either who could 
take them, no Grandparents living and seemingly no close relatives-so it had 
fallen upon St. Patrick's to find a solution...Sylvia Draper was the obvious 
choice. 

She tossed her short black curly hair now and turning her deep blue eyes to 
the mirror she scrutinized herself thoroughly. Why did Nigel reject me-she 
still wondered. Am I not beautiful enough? Looking at herself objectively 
she knew that it wasn't true. She was very pretty-tall and willowy, almost a 
model's figure but with one difference-she had good firm melon-like breasts. 
Long tapering thighs, curvaceous hips-in fact Sylvia Draper caused more than 
one man at St. Patrick's to get a hard on, not only St. Patrick's 
either-several men in the small town of Concord had tried, without success, 
to get inside Sylvia's pants. However, for the past year she had eyes for no 
one but Nigel and once in love, Sylvia couldn't fuck with anyone else. She 
was basically monogamous. Since Nigel's disappearance she had been too 
shocked to allow anyone else into the inner sanctum...I'll give the boys a 
good Christmas she thought kindly to herself, make up for everything they 
think they're missing out on...poor boys! 

Sylvia lowered herself into the tub now, feeling the hot water gently 
soothing her tired limbs and almost immediately, against her better wishes, 
her body began to feel erotic as the warmth pervaded her. She had noticed 
recently that she had been feeling more and more horny, for the most part 
she had been able to ignore it but it was becoming more and more difficult 
for her. She yearned to feel a man's cock in her pussy, mostly she yearned 
for Nigel's cock and she spent many long hours dreaming of the way it used 
to be with him, how they would lie for hours and hours deeply imbedded 
within each other. How could he leave me that way, she cried over and over 
to herself, it was so cruel, so very cruel. . . and he didn't even have the 
guts to confront me! 

Almost without realizing what she was doing now in the hot sudsy water, 
Sylvia allowed her fingers to glide down her glistening wet thighs and 
insinuate themselves between the quivering columns of her shapely legs. Oh 
No! she thought suddenly as she realized where her hand was, I mustn't do 
this, I mustn't! and yet it was almost as if she had no control over 
herself. Her fingers slid knowingly between the throbbing outer lips of her 
fulfillment-denied vagina and found the hardening little knob of her 
clitoris. A deep gasp escaped her parted lips as unconsciously her long 
slender legs parted in the swirling water. Her fingers began to fondle the 
burgeoning clitoral bud and she felt tremors of mounting excitement coursing 
through her. She could feel the tiny blood-filled knob pulsating fiercely 
between her fingers, growing stiffer and bigger with each passing second and 
each deft stroke of her busily working fingers. Her other hand crept up to 
massage one of her heaving breasts, lewdly rolling the tautening nipple 
under her palm. She could feel her entire body straining to glean every 
titillating jolt from her own erotic caresses as tantalizing need rampaged 
through her frustrated frame. 

Sylvia was now uncontrollably lost, what did it matter if she gave herself 
to herself-there was no one to see her-it would help her to relax and make 
her feel so good. 

Her fingers continued to swirl licentiously around the tenderly twitching 
furrow of her pussy, circling the small clasping cuntal opening nestled 
between the hair rimmed outer folds. She was grinding her buttocks 
rhythmically into the slippery bathtub while at the same time arching her 
quivering vaginal mound against the wantonly probing friction of her own 
fingers. 

The aroused black-haired French teacher craved release now, her mouth hung 
open in wanton abandonment and she was oblivious to everything but the 
incredible spasms of enveloping pleasure that were convulsing through her. 

She fondled and massaged the burning plane of her own writhing pussy, edging 
her fingers nearer and nearer the tantalizing opening to her helplessly 
aroused body. Finally with a moan, she inserted her middle finger up into 
the grasping moistened passage. 

"Oh God...oooooohhhhh...mmmmmmmmmnnnnn...." 

She couldn't keep back the sounds of pleasure as she rotated her finger 
eagerly around in her warm moist vaginal depths, as she felt the inner walls 
closing in avidly on the welcome intrusion. The fires of her consuming 
arousal were momentarily quenched only to light again with renewed 
intensity. 

Sylvia's body was now suffused with incredible longing, nothing else 
mattered. Her writhing hips were spraying the water out of the tub so it 
splashed noisily onto the floor, but she was oblivious. Her fingers drove 
frenziedly up into the clutching moistness of her tingling pussy and her 
whole body rocked in unison with the rhythmic fiery churning which possessed 
her inflamed loins. 

"Oh my God...aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh...." she gasped again and again as she felt 
her wildly aroused body rocketing blindly along to the mind-shattering brink 
of approaching climax. She was going to cum from her own fingers fucking 
insanely up into her passion incensed cunt. She knew it was wrong and evil 
but she couldn't stop herself now-she had to have release-no matter what the 
cost! 

"Ohhhhhhhh... I'm cumming!" the French teacher cried helplessly as 
tremendous spasms of exhilarating pleasure shuddered through her, leaving 
her gasping and breathless as the giant convulsions of animal excitement 
coursed through her wanton body. 

Her plunging fingers continued to dip frantically in and out of her pussy as 
she rode the waves of her orgasm. Her breasts were dancing lewdly on her 
chest and her voluptuous body shook with abandoned passion as her softly 
rounded ass-cheeks clenched and unclenched against the bottom of the tub. 

At length she sank back into the tub, totally satiated, a smile of pleasure 
pervading her beautiful face. She closed her eyes, allowing the water to lap 
gently up around her face. She felt so good-she had needed the release and 
she refused to feel guilty about it. It was bad enough sometimes to be the 
only female teacher at a boy's private school. Some of the boys were 
eighteen years old and almost old enough to be her lover and she knew that 
more than one staff member wanted to fuck her. She held herself, as always 
though, before for Nigel and now, for, well, she really didn't know except 
that no one had really turned her on. 

I'm going to give the Greyson twins a really good Christmas though, she 
thought kindly to herself. We'll skate on the pond, make snowmen, go to the 
village on Christmas morning, get a tree and decorate it. Oh yes, and I'll 
go into town on Saturday and get the boys some presents. I'll do whatever I 
can to make it a good Christmas for them...whatever I can! 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Joel and Justin the red-headed twins could hardly believe their luck... to 
spend the Christmas vacation with Sylvia Draper was an erotic fantasy come 
true. Quite unknown to the French teacher she was the object of many of the 
boys' fantasies-in fact she probably would have been shocked enough to leave 
the school had she listened in to more than one conversation in the 
dormitory after lights were out. 

When the twins had been informed that their parents couldn't have them for 
Christmas they had been devastated, when, however the following day, Miss 
Draper had offered to stay with them they had been overjoyed. Not only that, 
they were the envy of the entire school and more than one bet had been laid 
against them that they couldn't tempt Miss Draper into any erotic games 
during the holidays. Justin Greyson, who was more assertive than Joel had 
even laid a bet, his entire January allowance, that he would even get to 
fuck Miss Draper during Christmas. Naturally, no one thought it possible but 
Justin was a determined boy, when he set his mind to something, he usually 
got it! 

The last parents had collected their boys and the last bus had gone to the 
station. All of the teachers had packed and gone and Sylvia D raper was 
finally alone with Justin and Joel. Even the Headmaster and his family, who 
usually spent Christmas at the school had gone to the Bahamas for a change, 
the Headmaster had had pneumonia earlier on in the term and the doctor had 
recommended two weeks in the sun for him. The Headmaster and his wife had 
very kindly offered Sylvia and the boys their home for the vacation and 
Sylvia had gladly accepted. 

She showed the boys to their bedroom after dinner, telling them warmly how 
happy she was to be able to spend the vacation with them and promising them 
a trip into town in the morning. "Well get a tree and some lights and order 
a bird for Christmas day. We'll have a lot of fun boys, I promise you," the 
voluptuous young teacher had smiled. 

Now, alone in their room, the twins were undressing for bed. 

"Miss Draper is so beautiful, don't you think so Justin," Joel sighed. 

"Beautiful isn't the word for her," Justin grinned, "she's darn right sexy, 
if you ask me." 

"Yes, but I think she's purer than you think 

Justin," Joel said quietly. 

"We'll see about that Joel, we'll see," Justin said grinning lewdly to 
himself as he thought of all the things he'd like to do to the sexy French 
teacher. Justin Grayson then took a little envelope out of his school 
satchel and started to pour over the pictures that he took out. 

"What've you got Justin," Joel asked innocently. 

"Can you keep your mouth shut if I show you Joel." 

"Sure!" 

"Okay, then, look at these," he said as he tossed the pile of pictures over 
to his twin. 

Joel Greyson looked in disbelief at the photographs. They were all nude 
women, holding the most lewd poses he'd ever seen...it almost made him sick 
to look at them, sick and kind of funny in his stomach. Joel was quite 
different from his twin. He liked women but he was afraid of them and the 
thought of making love to them was almost too much for him. I'll be much 
older when I make love, he always thought. Most of the boys in the dormitory 
talked about sex and Joel joined in, so as not to be different, but deep 
down inside he was really shy about the whole thing. He was staring intently 
at the pictures when Miss Draper came into the bedroom to say "goodnight" to 
the boys. 

"What do you have in your hands, Joel," she asked directly. 

"Oh...I-I... nothing Miss Draper," the boy said, blushing all shades of red 
and purple. 

"If it's nothing, then you'll let me see whatever it is, won't you," Miss 
Draper said firmly. 

Justin flashed Joel a "don't give them to her" look but Joel quietly handed 
the photographs to Miss Draper. 

The French teacher was shocked but she tried not to show it, she didn't want 
the vacation to start off on a strange footing. 

"I'm really quite surprised at both of you," she said to Joel and Justin, 
giving them both a penetrating look. "I hope we won't have any such similar 
occurrence during the Christmas vacation." 

"Oh no, I promise you," Joel stuttered. Justin just said nothing and stared 
into space...damn it, he hated getting caught by a woman with dirty 
pictures, it was humiliating. 

Miss Draper left the boys' room, turning off the light and retreated in the 
privacy of the Headmaster's bedroom. 

Joel felt absolutely miserable, he hated to be so humiliated in front of the 
French Teacher, he just wanted to die, he noticed that it didn't seem to 
upset his twin Justin...but then very little did seem to upset him. 

"Stupid fucker," Justin said to his twin as Sylvia Draper left the room, 
"did you have to show them to her?" 

"I'm sorry Justin," Joel sniffled. 

"Oh well, forget it." 

"Goodnight," Joel said quietly as he climbed into his bed and pulled the 
covers up around his neck. 

"Yeah Joel, goodnight." 

The quieter twin, Joel was asleep within minutes but Justin lay awake 
staring at the ceiling. It's funny, he thought to himself, me and Joel are 
the same age but I feel older somehow. Justin felt stupid having been caught 
in that position with Miss Draper but he never would have allowed Joel to 
see that. He knew that a lot of things were happening to his body these 
days, things he hadn't even talked with Joel about and until recently they 
had talked about everything. 

Sometimes at night he'd wake up and find his cock all stiff and hard and 
sometimes the bed would be wet. He thought about Miss Draper now and how 
he'd love to get his cock inside her voluptuous body. 

Suddenly, without warning, young Justin Greyson's penis began to stiffen 
into pulsating hardness. "Joel," he called out to his twin...he had to make 
sure he was really sleeping. There was no reply. 

Justin knew that he had to jerk himself off. His head still swirled with the 
last conversation his father had had with him the previous summer. "Boy," he 
father had said, "I want you to. know that it's wrong and sinful to touch 
yourself in any way...do you hear me? Never let me catch you touching 
yourself, boy, do you hear, never...." 

The young boy couldn't help himself however, sometimes when he was jerking 
off, he'd imagine a dark angel swooping down and smiting him to the ground 
for defying God's wishes. That's what his father had said, it was against 
God's wishes to touch himself. . . but Justin Greyson just couldn't help 
himself and he knew that if he kept stroking his boy cock for a little while 
longer, it would explode and he would get the wonderfully erotic and sensual 
feeling inside of him that he always got when he touched himself. How could 
it be wrong when it felt so good.... 

The beautiful French teacher tried to sleep but found she couldn't, so she 
slipped into her robe and went downstairs to the Headmaster's small drinks 
cabinet. She poured herself a stiff brandy and felt it take effect 
immediately. A little alcohol always helped Sylvia Draper to relax, just a 
little was all it took. 

She thought again of the twins asleep upstairs. She had been more than 
shocked when she first looked at the dirty pictures but then upon second 
thought she had realized that it was probably quite natural. After all, she 
said to herself, they're just beginning to realize there is a definite 
difference between men and women. 

Her mind drifted back to the red-headed twins again, and she realized once 
more that they both reminded her of Nigel, although Joel, the shyer of the 
twins was her favorite. It was the way he held his lower lip that reminded 
her particularly of Nigel. She couldn't help but notice either that when she 
thought of Joel a little tingle of elicit excitement ran up and down her 
spine. . . it's almost as if I'm sexually attracted to him, she thought, how 
could that be. He's so young! 

Sylvia finished the rest of her second drink and yawned. She started back up 
the stairs, deciding to just pop her head around the boys' door to make sure 
they were asleep. The door was a little ajar as she reached it and the 
salacious sight that greeted her eyes was almost enough to cause her to 
faint on the spot. 

There was just enough moonlight coming through the window for her to see 
that it was Justin sitting on the edge of his bed...he was playing with 
himself. Sylvia Draper felt her knees buckle and she steadied herself on the 
doorframe being careful not to make a sound. She could see quite clearly the 
exposed part of his genitals-he was clutching frantically at his hardened 
young penis! 

The French teacher's eyes were glued now on the slender length of Justin's 
cock as he jerked wildly on it. His head was thrown back in sheer wanton 
abandon, and she could hear little animal moans of pleasure. 

Wild emotions began to flood the French teacher's body and she was very well 
aware that-instead of stopping him and being really shocked-she was 
extremely turned on! She continued to stare at his half-naked young body, 
tensing and flexing vigorously as he stroked his eager burgeoning penis with 
his nimble hand...she knew she should move away, but she couldn't! 

Some force was rooting the French teacher to the spot and causing her eyes 
to be fixed on the reddish rod of jerking cock-flesh jutting out from his 
flaming red pubic curls. 

Sylvia Draper's brain was numbed as the boy sawed his penis back and forth 
in his hand. The lewd rhythmic thrusts of his hips as he was overwhelmed 
with accelerating pleasure echoed lasciviously throughout her dazed 
consciousness. They seemed to elicit an unwanted reaction deep in her own 
loins which made them churn almost imperceptibly in time to Justin's 
salacious masturbation on the bed. Suddenly she realized that this was no 
different from her own masturbation. Nigel had left her ragged, alone and 
helpless and she had had to help herself and now young Justin Greyson was 
doing the same thing. 

Oh God! she thought wildly to herself, how can I spend the Christmas 
vacation with these two boys, my body feels like it's on fire...I'm so 
hungry to be fucked myself I don't think I can stand it. 

The French teacher could indeed stand it no longer, she ran back into her 
bedroom and threw herself on the bed, muffling her sobs into the pillow 
until she fell into a fitful sleep. 

Justin Greyson was vaguely aware of a noise in his euphoric state but he was 
too far gone to stop what he was doing. He was lost-uncontrollably lost and 
his hand was pumping frantically at the jerking length of his blood-engorged 
young penis, his brain reeling with erotic images of Miss Draper. He could 
see her now stretched out totally naked, her beautiful tits pointing at him, 
begging him to touch them, to kiss them, to fondle them. And her pussy, she 
was thrusting her pussy up at him in a yearning call for his lips...he could 
see her enticing pink slit, he could smell the musky odor of her 
femaleness... oh God, he could almost taste her. 

The room was swirling and whirling, groans were erupting from his chest, he 
couldn't keep them back any longer. His cock felt like a red hot poker 
between his hands and his hairless, velvet balls were seething with the 
churning ejaculation of his broiling sperm. He could feel it burning his 
fingers as it gushed out of the tiny glans opening at the tip of his 
lust-inflated penis. He was finally bathing in the blissful pleasure of his 
orgasm...he was floating through the air, dashing against the rocks, beyond, 
beyond, beyond. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Justin and Joel Greyson and Miss Draper, the French teacher ate a very quiet 
breakfast. Sylvia wore her comfortable terry bathrobe to breakfast and hoped 
that the boys wouldn't mind her informality, she never liked to dress until 
after breakfast when she was on her vacation. She spent so much time-during 
school term, following rules and regulations, she liked to break them when 
she could. 

Sylvia noted that Justin was very quiet and remembering his behavior from 
the previous night, she wasn't surprised. She suggested that after lunch 
they all go to town together and everyone agreed. 

Justin Greyson said he wanted to do a little cross country skiing and asked 
the French teacher if she would mind, Sylvia Draper, of course, answered 
that it was fine, as long as he was back at the school by noon. It was quite 
a tradition at St. Patrick's...cross-country skiing and the Headmaster 
always loved to encourage it. 

Joel Greyson declined his twin's invitation to join him, saying that he 
would rather work on his model train set. Joel was a nut for models and 
spent most of his spare hours gluing and ungluing them. 

After breakfast everyone went their separate ways and after she had washed 
up the breakfast dishes, Sylvia headed to her bedroom to take a shower. 

Meanwhile, Joel had become absorbed in his work, pausing only now and then 
to watch the snow flurries which had begun to fall past his window, hoping 
that it wouldn't settle in too thickly before they went to town. 

After a while Joel became aware that he was thinking of the French teacher, 
suddenly the idea came to him to slip out of his room and if her door was 
open to take a peek in...he didn't mean any harm, he just wanted to peek. 

His heart thudding, young Joel crept along the hallway. The French teacher's 
door was open a little, he edged closer to it-his heart pounding in his rib 
cage, his hands clammy and wet from suppressed fear. Suddenly he felt like 
he didn't know what he was doing, or if he did, why he was doing it. He was 
sort of following an inner compulsion...now that he had come this far 
though, he might as well take just one peek. 

Then he saw the French teacher! 

His mouth dropped open and his green eyes flashed as he hungrily drank in 
her voluptuous body. 

Miss Draper had just stepped out of the shower, was totally naked and was 
rubbing herself vigorously with a towel in the middle of the bedroom rug. 

Oh God! she's beautiful, Joel gasped to himself. He could see her full 
pointed tits sticking out, even the little knobs at the end of them and he 
could see the lovely soft black hair down there between her legs, hiding the 
little puffy place where it was! It looked so soft and furry, he'd like to 
reach out and touch it. 

Joel Greyson knew that he should move but he couldn't. Oh Wow! now she was 
putting on her brassiere! An agonizing tingle came from somewhere deep in 
his loins and his quaking body was suffused with a warm excited glow. 
Emotions were beginning to surge through him now, feelings that he had never 
had before, only touched upon every now and then. Then Miss Draper picked up 
a flimsy pair of panties and then suddenly... . 

"Oh my God! Joel what are you doing?" Miss Draper screamed as she saw the 
young boy ogling at her almost naked body. 

Joel tried to run but found that his feet were frozen to the hallway floor 
with fear. 

The French teacher grabbed her bathrobe and covered her body, "now come in 
here, right away," she commanded. 

"Yes, Miss Draper," Joel mumbled. 

"Tell me truthfully Joel, how long were you standing there?" Miss Draper 
demanded. 

"Only a couple of minutes, I'll never do it again Miss Draper, I promise I 
won't." the young boy drooled. 

"I think you're lying," she answered abruptly. 

"I didn't see anything Miss Draper, believe me," Joel said feebly. 

"I think you're lying Joel." 

The French teacher drew in her breath. The Christmas vacation was proving to 
be something different than she had imagined. These boys were beyond her, 
she had no idea they were so sexually oriented. I need a drink, she thought 
wildly to herself. 

"Wait here Joel, I'll be back in a moment," the confused French teacher 
said, immediately running downstairs and throwing back a strong brandy. 

What am I going to do with these boys, she thought to herself... I just 
don't know...I guess, what troubles me most is that I'm actually turned on 
to both of them, especially young Joel. Is it just because of what I'm 
thinking that all this is happening or are they thinking it too...I just 
don't know! 

Sylvia Draper drank two stiff brandies before she went back up to her 
bedroom. Joel Grey son was still standing in exactly the position she had 
left him in, except that he had been crying. To see a boy cry always 
softened Sylvia Draper's heart, she just couldn't bear it. Suddenly she 
thought of how they must want to be with their mother at Christmastime and 
she was thousands of miles away. 

The French teacher stared at Joel intently, there was no doubt about it, he 
did remind her of Nigel. Oh damn. . . why did this have to happen to me, she 
thought her brain swirling with a thousand and one images of she and Nigel 
together, in bed, in the bathtub, on the beach...everywhere. Nigel had liked 
to fuck everywhere and she had always given him what he had wanted. 

"Did you see me naked Joel," she asked the young boy directly. 

Joel Greyson looked at the French teacher slowly, "yes, I did Miss Draper," 
he said, his head hanging down fearfully. 

A little stab of erotic sensation stabbed the French teacher at that moment 
as she stood there looking at the frightened young boy. 

"Really! And what did you see when I was naked Joel?" Suddenly she wondered 
why she had asked that question but it was too late to back down. 

Joel was mute, he couldn't say a word. 

"Tell me Joel," the French teacher insisted. 

"I... I saw your...your. . . tits!" 

The crude word sent a shiver rippling down the slightly inebriated young 
French teacher's spine but somehow she was convinced that what she was doing 
was for Joel's own good. 

"And what else did you see?" 

"Please, Miss Draper!" the young boy beseeched. 

"What did you see," she asked again. Sylvia Draper felt strangely excited, 
some of it was due to the excess of liquor that was now racing through her 
system but still, she couldn't deny that it gave her an illicit sense of 
pleasure to think that Joel had been watching her. 

Joel was desperate and yet he knew there was no escape, he would have to 
blurt it out quickly if it was going to come out at all. "I... I saw 
your...your...your...p...p-pussy...." 

The French teacher drew in her breath sharply. Suddenly she saw an erotic 
image of herself, obviously naked being spied on by a lasciviously 
fascinated boy and it excited her strangely. 

Suddenly she reached out and grabbed Joel, "I'll have to punish you, you 
naughty boy," she cried. 

In spite of his fear and humiliation, young Joel couldn't help being 
excruciatingly aware of the soft enveloping nearness of his almost naked 
French teacher. He could see the lovely crack between her boobs through her 
dressing gown. 

"I think the best way to punish you Joel is to make you experience what I 
experienced." 

"What?" Joel said, puzzled. 

"You must undress for me Joel, then you will understand my shame." 

Tears began to flood down the cheeks of the young boy, he could hardly 
believe what the French teacher was asking him to do. 

"If you don't do it Joel, I shall do it for you," Miss Draper said firmly. 

Joel knew that there was no way out for him, he knew that he had to do what 
Miss Draper wanted him to do. 

Sylvia Draper watched the young boy closely. She felt that a taste of his 
own medicine was the best punishment for him...that was the reason she was 
doing this...wasn't it? 

His face a red purple color, the young boy began to unzip his pants and 
unbutton his shirt. It would be over quickly and then he wouldn't have to 
think about it ever again. 

Sylvia drew in her breath as Joel took off his shirt, he was much more manly 
than she had imagined he would be, she glanced hungrily at the flattened 
circles of his nipples and caught a glimpse of the red wisps of hair under 
his arms. Heavens...what a lovely boy he was! 

Still Joel kept on his pants, he couldn't quite bring himself to take them 
off. 

"Your pants too Joel, you saw me naked, remember." 

Joel couldn't understand why the French teacher was acting the way she was, 
her voice was getting kind of strange and she seemed to be trembling, was he 
affecting her this way? 

Slowly the boy began to unzip his pants and slip them down over his hips. 
Suddenly the French teacher began to realize what was happening and started 
to tell him to stop but it was too late...Joel had already moved his pants 
and undershorts to the floor and stepped out of them...he was now standing 
completely naked before the hungry eyes of the French teacher. 

"Joel... I-I...well...." Miss Draper stammered but her words failed her. Her 
eyes flew to the small flaccid bulge of his young genitals, and she couldn't 
draw them away. She knew that she shouldn't stare at him this way but she 
couldn't help herself. 

In her liquor-dazed state, the frustrated young French teacher found herself 
wanting to reach out and touch the boy. His little penis seemed so small and 
helpless nestled against the satiny sac of his balls. Not strong and 
dangerous looking like Justin's last night when she had seen him 
masturbating. And not big and powerful like Nigel's. No, Joel's little cock 
was safe and reassuring...she wouldn't mind stroking it and fondling it. 
She'd like it and Joel would like it too. 

The amorous French teacher stepped close to the young boy...suddenly she 
caught herself. Oh my God! what am I doing...he's only a child! 

Suddenly Joel began to sob...."I won't ever look at you again Miss Draper, I 
promise I won't," he cried. 

This was too much for the French teacher, she felt a rush of pity and love 
for the young boy and she gathered him into her arms and crushed him against 
her ample breasts. 

"Don't cry Joel darling, don't cry...I was mean, I'm sorry darling...let's 
be friends." 

His quivering naked body felt warm and unresisting against her own trembling 
flesh, and her arms held him tightly against the gently palpitating mounds 
of her breasts. 

"It's our secret Joel dear, we won't tell anyone," the French teacher 
reassured him. 

Joel felt so good now, he felt relief flooding through his body, he was glad 
that Miss Draper wouldn't tell anyone...especially Justin, he would feel 
like a fool. Gosh, he felt so good crushed into her body, her skin smelled 
so sweet and good and he could feel the points of her breasts sticking into 
his naked chest. 

Sylvia Draper was going through a million changes as she held the young boy 
close to her. It had been so long since she'd held anyone and now this boy 
felt good to her, she could hardly believe it... he didn't really feel like 
a young boy at all. 

Joel was hardly aware of it happening. He felt so snug and sheltered in the 
French teacher's arms that he almost forgot he was stark naked. Then he felt 
it. Oh no, please not now, he begged silently, squeezing his thighs together 
to try to stop the terrible thing that was happening to him. His thing down 
there was beginning to get hard, the way it sometimes did lately! What was 
he going to do? Obviously he would have to pull away from her before it got 
any harder. 

"Oh Joel, your little thing is getting all hard and stiff," the French 
teacher blurted out before she realized what she was saying, and she looked 
down now with growing excitement at the inflating member, stretching into 
lewd tumescence. 

Joel wanted to die and tried to pull himself away from her. 

"Oh Joel darling, don't be upset, I'm not angry. It's because you're close 
to my body...isn't that right?" 

Joel nodded dumbly. 

"I didn't know your little prick could get so hard darling," she whispered 
salaciously, bending down to look at the growing shaft. 

A licentious thrill surged through Joel. Prick! That was a word that Justin 
sometimes used and it made him excited to hear the French teacher saying it 
to him. 

Sylvia Draper was engulfed in a multitude of feelings. It was almost as if 
the licentious sight of the boy's naked body had unlocked some store of 
yearning held inside her. She couldn't take her eyes off the young boy's 
cock. 

She could hear the voice of her conscience warning her not to touch him, 
that it was wrong and evil, that she was a grown woman and he just a child 
but she pushed it to the back of her memory. There was a deep-searching 
hunger in her love-starved body. Nigel had rejected her, she had to know 
that she was still attractive, even if it was to a young boy. She couldn't 
help herself in what she was going to do. Some inner force was compelling 
her to pull the trembling boy closer to her. 

"Joel I didn't want to make you cry, I didn't. Now I'm going to make it up 
to you dear...I'm going to show you how much I like you. I think you like me 
too,, don't you, otherwise your little cock wouldn't get so nice and hard." 

Joel Greyson felt that he had been struck by a bolt of thunder. He could 
hardly believe that the beautiful French teacher was talking to him this 
way. She was exciting him though and his cock was getting bigger and harder 
by the minute. There was a real pain down in his balls too, and strange 
sensations were hurtling through him. What was she going to do to him? 

The French teacher was no longer in control of herself. "Now I'm going to 
touch your lovely little cock Joel darling, and make it even harder. You'll 
like that, won't you, my little darling." 

Joel's head was reeling. What could he say...all he knew was that he like 
being held by the French teacher, he like it too much to tell her to stop. 

"Y-yes, I would...." he finally managed to choke. "I'd like it a lot!" 

Now Sylvia Draper was beyond herself... nothing existed for her but this 
delicious little boy and his cock...nothing in the world. 

Joel's eyes bulged out of his head and he wanted to ram his knuckles in his 
mouth to stop from crying out when he felt the French teacher's hand on his 
hard pulsating penis. He'd never felt anything like it before and, man, he 
felt as if his body was popping out of his skin. Gosh, what would Justin say 
if he could see him now? A feeling of pride and superiority rushed through 
the passionately aroused boy, and then was quickly lost in the wave of 
lustful sensation which swept through him as the lecherous French teacher 
tightened his lascivious grip on his slender pounding cock. 

The French teacher was consumed with growing excitement. Joel's turgid young 
penis felt so lovely and warm in her hand she never wanted to let go of it. 
It was so smooth and at the same time so hard with the stirrings of passion 
and she couldn't draw her lust-dimmed eyes away from it. 

"It's so beautiful honey, oh God, it's so beautiful," she moaned 
ecstatically through clenched teeth. Her other warm hand still held the 
quivering boy close against her heaving breasts, and she would like to let 
him go so she could guide his hand toward the burning tips of her nipples. 
But she was afraid, in case this wonderful miracle would disappear. 

This is wrong, wrong, her stricken inner voice continued, this boy is only 
twelve years old, twelve years old, you're corrupting this child...you can't 
do that! the voice warned on, but she shook her head loose of the danger 
signals. Gone was the sensible French teacher and in her place was a 
ragingly sensual creature who desired above all else fulfillment. 

"You're not frightened darling, are you?" she asked the young boy anxiously. 

"No...no," Joel said quietly holding his breath. 

"I'll make you happy Joel baby, believe me," the French teacher cooed. 

Tenderly now the French teacher motioned for the boy to stretch out on the 
floor and she knelt beside him. He's really only a baby, so young and 
vulnerable for his age. . . not knowing at all. . . not like Justin, somehow 
he seems older. I can't help preferring Joel though! 

Lovingly, she enclosed his still inflated penis in her eager hand and began 
to pull gently on it, feeling the life-blood pulsing through it. The head 
was beginning to look bulbous and blood-colored, and she could see the 
hairless sac of his lovely little balls beginning to squirm and seethe with 
potent excitement. 

Then the lascivious young French teacher hesitated for a moment. She knew 
instinctively that what she was about to do was very wrong-against 
everything she had always believed in-but somehow, for the first time in her 
life, those tenets were not enough to hold her back. Her inhibitions had 
been let loose and her body's driving need was a force which overwhelmed her 
and made her forget everything but the lustful hunger which was raging like 
an inferno far up inside her. After Nigel had left her she hadn't wanted to 
look at another man again but now she knew that she had to have this young 
boy...this boy who looked so much like her boyfriend Nigel... she just had 
to have him! 

Joel had never felt this way in his life before, he wanted to lash out at 
the French teacher and claw at her lovely white cleavage. He wanted to touch 
her and kiss her and tell her how much he loved her. But he couldn't do 
that. . . and, besides, he had to wait and see what she was going to do to 
him. 

He watched in disbelief as the older woman's dark head hovered over his legs 
and her lovely lust-contorted face inched closer to his throbbing swollen 
cock. Into his mind flashed a picture that he had seen the night before, a 
lovely oriental girl had a man's thing in her mouth. He hadn't been able to 
believe the sight his own eyes were seeing, and hadn't a chance to reaffirm 
what he saw before Miss Draper took the pictures away from him, but 
now...was that what the French teacher was going to do to him? 

Then, seconds later, he watched in utter disbelief as her pink tongue 
flicked out and licked the throbbing head of his virginal cock. He moaned 
uncontrollably, new thrills of unimaginable pleasure chasing along his 
spine. And then, while he was still watching with passion-widened eyes, Miss 
Draper brought her lovely full mouth right down on it and enclosed the 
rubbery head between her warmly clamping lips! 

The feverish young boy moaned again and involuntarily pressed his hips 
forward and edged his achingly distended penis further up into her hot moist 
mouth. God, he just couldn't believe it was happening to him-that the French 
teacher's soft red lips were actually squeezing tight around his cock. It 
was something he had never once thought of in his wildest dreams, and he 
knew for certain that he would love his gorgeous French teacher forever 
because of the way she was making him feel right at this moment. 

"Oooooooohhhh...uuuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhnnnnn . . . " he gasped again, raising 
his head so as not to miss a second of what was happening to him. Her face 
looked more lovely than he had ever seen it as she kneeled over his 
up-thrust cock and Joel only wished that Justin could see what was going on. 
He'd be so jealous that maybe he'd think twice about making him feel such a 
worm. Joel was sure that something like this had never happened to his 
twin-and especially now with the French teacher! The object of the whole 
dormitories wet dreams! 

The drink-confused French teacher was possessed by strange, wild sensations. 
Her body was alive with fire-eating chills, and she wanted to fill every 
corner of her love-hungry mouth with Joel's darling little cock. Not that it 
was so little. It was slender, but still strong and questing-and it felt so 
marvelous inside her mouth! It was sheer heaven to run her tongue around and 
around the pulsating shaft, to feel the blood racing resoundingly through 
it. She loved dipping the tip of her tongue under the engorged head and 
hearing him whimper with pleasure when she touched the sensitive web 
underside. Her hand crept up and began to knead his swollen writhing balls 
which felt so delicate in her palm, while her other forefinger and thumb 
firmly held the youthful base. 

The delicious pungency of his adolescent genitals wafted over to the 
passionate young fermentations which were running riot in her helplessly 
aroused belly. Dear God, he was such a beautiful boy, and he was hers, for 
now! She just had to keep sucking his rock-hard boy-cock until she had 
forced his nectarine sperm from its hiding place in those tender little 
balls. 

Her tongue was working feverishly around his pounding member and her hand 
was pumping furiously on his hotly seething testicles. His ass-cheeks were 
grinding spasmodically up off the floor as he forced his driving cock up 
between the kneeling French teacher's eagerly grasping lips. His moans of 
obvious pleasure sent new chills cavorting through her and she was delighted 
that she could give her little pet such a pleasant new experience. His 
handsome face was masked with a lust which seemed incongruous with his 
twelve years, and his eyes were smoldering with awakened desire and love. 

Joel's tense virginal body was alive with fiery ripples of forbidden 
sensation as a strange gnawing made its way from deep in his balls which 
Sylvia was kneading and stroking greedily. God, he'd never felt anything 
remotely like this before-his cock felt as if it would explode at any 
minute. And he knew it would too! He knew his white-hot cum would come 
gushing out and he wondered vaguely what was going to happen. If Miss Draper 
didn't stop, it would go into her mouth! What would she do then? Did she 
know about that? 

The worried boy wanted to give her some warning, but at the same time he was 
powerless to do anything but lie there and let the French teacher keep on 
sucking and kissing his penis. Gosh, is this what grown-ups do? Did his 
mother do this to his father? 

The boy noticed that the driving hips was getting stronger and he hoped he 
wasn't hurting Miss Draper by the way he was forcing his cock back up into 
her throat. But she didn't seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to like it, 
because there was a sort of happy look on her face which he had never seen 
there before. He hoped she liked it as much as he did, because he had never 
liked anything so much in his life. 

The French teacher could feel the quickening of his pelvic thrusts and she 
doubled her frantic sucking and licking of his wildly jerking cock. Her 
mouth felt stuffed full of his lovely unused penis and very soon now it 
would be flooded with his white-hot sperm. She could hardly wait to swallow 
it right down her throat, to possess Joel in this way. He was moaning 
incoherently now and his hips were levered right up off the floor, his back 
arching so he was pushing and ramming his insistently palpitating cock right 
back against her throat. Oh, the little darling, he was so 
excited...completely and absolutely aroused! 

Seconds later: 

" A a a a a a a a h h h h h h h h....uuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhh." 

Joel thought that a bomb had exploded in Miss Draper's bedroom but after a 
few moments, he realized that the explosion had taken place in himself. The 
gnawing in his churning balls had ceased and he knew he was shooting his 
white stuff into the French teacher's mouth! He had a momentary stab of 
panic. What would Miss Draper say? Would she be angry? And then he realized 
from the avid sucking motions of her frenziedly working mouth that she was 
actually drinking it! She was ravenously swallowing the stuff from his cock 
just as soon as it shot out of his jerking member. 

"....nnnnnnnnnngggggghhhh...oooooohhhhhhhhhhhh...." he sighed again as with 
one last convulsive spasm, he emptied the last of his potent fluid up into 
her eagerly receptive mouth. Through the blur of his passion-dimmed eyes, he 
could see her ecstatically sucking face, her closed eyes and her flushed 
cheeks. 

Seconds passed and then his thing began to grow soft in her mouth. Finally, 
he felt the French teacher release his cock and he fell wetly against his 
leg. 

Suddenly both the French teacher and the boy realized the enormity of what 
had taken place between them. Miss Draper's hands flew up to her face and 
tears suddenly flooded her face. "Oh my God! What have I done...what have I 
done?" the distraught French teacher began to sob. 

Joel suddenly wanted to comfort her to tell her it was alright, that he 
wasn't hurt but he couldn't find the courage somehow to reach out and touch 
her. The sight of a grown woman crumpling on the floor in tears was too much 
for his immature mind and he too started to sob uncontrollably. 

Suddenly the French teacher looked up at him and screamed: "Get out of here 
Joel, how dare you stand naked in my bedroom!" 

The young boy was confused and hurt, he was only naked because she had 
stripped him of his clothes, what was happening to her sense of reality. He 
knew enough however to grab his clothes and run out of the bedroom. He went 
immediately to his own bedroom and locked the door, throwing himself on the 
bed and sobbing wildly. His whole world had been thrown upside down, his 
values shattered...and most of all he couldn't understand the wild turbulent 
emotions that were surging through his young body. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The rest of the day passed in a daze for both the French teacher and young 
Joel Greyson. Justin came back from his skiing jaunt to find them both in 
their own rooms. As soon as Miss Draper realized Justin was home however, 
she pulled herself together, dressed and went to the kitchen to make lunch 
for the boys, calling them as soon as it was ready. 

Justin knew that something had happened between his twin and the French 
teacher and he was determined to get to the bottom of it. Joel however was 
adamant that nothing at all had happened and that he was fine...which was 
the most obvious lie that Justin could imagine him telling...obviously all 
was not well. His face was tear-stained and every now and then he noticed 
that he would tremble violently from head to toe as if he was remembering 
something horrific. 

The French teacher took the boys to town to purchase a Christmas tree and 
some lights and to order a turkey but she was not enthusiastic...she was far 
too ashamed to be able to look either of the boys squarely in the face. 

Supper was a quiet affair also and the distraught French teacher retired to 
her bedroom early, on the pretext of a headache. Justin Greyson decided he 
was going to get to the bottom of the mystery even if he had to beat the 
truth out of his twin...he just couldn't stand the suspense any longer. 

Before she retired to her room, Sylvia Draper sneaked to the drinks cabinet 
and took a bottle of brandy and a glass with her. She decided she would tum 
the television on in the Headmaster's room, pour herself a stiff drink and 
blast herself into eternity...she would just zone out with the television. 

* * * 

The twins watched a cowboy movie with Clint Eastwood on the downstairs 
television and then headed for their bedroom. Almost the moment the door was 
closed Justin was on Joel's case. 

He badgered and badgered and badgered his twin until the boy suddenly burst 
into tears. Justin was surprised he hadn't been able to reduce Joel to tears 
in months, then he knew that something was really bothering him. 

"Come on Joel, fess up. Something went on with you and Miss Draper this 
morning, spill the beans." 

"It's not true Justin, nothing happened, leave me alone will you?" 

"I don't believe you Joel. Did you do something wrong, did Miss Draper cane 
your ass. Did she make baby Joel cry...did she? Did baby Joel snivel and 
drool and cry for the French teacher just to show her what a jerk he is, 
what a baby he is... ? " taunted Justin, knowing full well that it always 
upset Joel to be thought of as a baby. 

"I'm not such a baby as you think Justin. I'm a man now!" Joel said 
triumphantly not really realizing the full extent of what he was saying to 
his twin. 

"Come off it Joel, you're a man...fuck, you're a baby. Just take a look at 
yourself in the mirror!" 

Joel looked at himself in the mirror, it was true he was small and skinny. 
It was funny, he and Justin were the same age but Justin looked at least a 
year older. He was taller, broader, more mature than his twelve years. 

"Well Miss Draper doesn't think I'm a boy, I can tell you that!" the 
distraught boy bragged. 

"Oh yeah, how would she know the difference?" 

"She didn't kiss my prick because I was a boy, so there," Joel pouted, 
hardly realizing that he had told his brother the truth. 

"Come off it Joel. The French teacher kissed your prick. Man, it's hardly 
big enough to grab hold of." 

"You haven't seen it blown up. I can tell you Justin when she sucked it, it 
grew bigger than I've ever seen it before." 

"Man...you're not kidding me are you, you mean she really did it?" Justin 
asked incredulously. Suddenly Justin found himself wanting to punch Joel in 
the face, he was seized by a blind rage. That his twin had had something 
that he himself had wanted and he had gotten it before him, that was too 
much. 

"You're lying," he screamed. 

"I'm telling you the truth Justin. Miss Draper kissed and licked me down 
there, and after a while I... I shot it all into her mouth!" 

"Did you feel her boobs?" Justin asked jealously. "Did she let you put your 
hand in her cunt?" 

"No she didn't... I felt her tits through her robe, but I saw her cunt, it 
has black curly hairs on it." 

Joel was in his own world now, thinking back to his wild morning with the 
French teacher and he hardly noticed his twin's anguish. 

"How did it happen?" Justin asked, tears stinging the back of his eyes. 

"I was peeking when she was dressing." 

"And...." 

"She got me into the bedroom." 

"Then what?" 

"She told me to undress because I had watched her undress, she said it was 
my punishment." 

"Then?" 

"Then she sucked me off." 

"I don't believe you, you're lying," Justin said storming into the bathroom 
to dress for bed. He couldn't bear to think that Joel had had something he 
hadn't... his ego was crushed. 

Joel slipped into his pajamas now and crawled into bed, he knew to leave 
well enough alone. He had seen Justin angry too many times in his life to 
try to talk him out of a mood. Within minutes Joel was asleep, having been 
emotionally exhausted all day long, he couldn't keep his eyes open as soon 
as his head hit the pillow. 

Justin came out of the bathroom and climbed into his bed, "Joel," he called, 
"Joel," but he knew that his twin was sound asleep. 

The red-headed twin lay in his bed for the longest time but he couldn't 
sleep. Too many images were passing through his mind, he was profoundly 
disturbed. He thought back to all the bets he'd received in the dormitory 
that he couldn't fuck Miss Draper and now his twin had gotten to her first. 
He felt futile and defeated. Suddenly, without really knowing why he got out 
of his bed, opened his bedroom door quietly and slipped down the hallway. 
The door to the French teacher's bedroom was slightly ajar and 

Justin edged closer to the doorframe to see if he could catch a glimpse of 
the beautiful woman. He was hungry now for a sight of her body...that was 
all, he was hungry just to look at it! 

Miss Draper was in her bed, she appeared to be sleeping, he tiptoed into the 
room to get a closer view of the seductive French teacher. 

The young boy gasped as he reached the bed, the sexy French teacher was 
wearing a see-through nightie, the clothes were thrust down from her body 
and he could see the tempting outlines of her full up-thrust breasts. He 
could see the dark circle of her nipples and he longed to reach out and 
touch them, but he didn't dare. She might wake up. But still, it wouldn't 
hurt if he got a better look at her. After all, Joel did. 

With a trembling hand, he slowly and carefully pulled down the thin 
covering, his heart racing in his throat. Oh please God, don't let her wake 
up! He was desperately afraid but the knowledge of what Joel had done to him 
filled him with courage. He placed the cover at the bottom of the bed so he 
could see her entire lush form stretched out luxuriantly in the blissful 
forgetfulness of deep sleep. 

Immediately his eyes raced to the wispy triangle between her legs, and he 
moved his head closer to get a better look at the enticing spot. Through her 
nightie, he could see the fine strands of black hair, just like Joel had 
said, and he thought he could see a faint moistness from her inner pussy. 
Then she moved again! 

The frightened boy fought the temptation to run away and stood his ground, 
his heart throbbing as he saw her shift her position slightly. This time she 
had spread her white molded thighs a little apart and, when she was 
breathing evenly again, Justin leaned over. This time, he could see the full 
glistening split of her cunt through the see-through material of her 
nightgown! 

He felt an unwanted stirring of his cock, and hoped that he wasn't getting a 
hard-on. But if he was, it was no wonder. Miss Draper was gorgeous lying 
there in her nightie and she was arousing him more than he wanted. He 
couldn't take his eyes off her. But he wanted more. He wanted to be able to 
see her the way Joel had. It wasn't fair! Dare he lift up the edge of her 
nightgown...dare he? 

His whole body quivering with excitement and fear and suppressed excitement, 
he reached down and with infinite care, began to draw up the hem of her 
nightgown. Slowly, inch by painful inch, he worked it up until he could see, 
first her satin-skinned thighs, and then the first straying wisps of her 
pubic curls. Crissakes, he couldn't take his eyes off it. And he could see 
the faint gleaming pinkness of her cunt! Oh God, she was beautiful, there 
was no doubt about that. 

Justin didn't really know what he wanted to do, but his instincts were 
guiding him as he pulled himself up onto the bed. He hoped she wouldn't wake 
up and start screaming. But if she did, he'd just tell her that he knew 
about Joel, and that would keep her quiet. 

He was drawn like a magnet to the exotically scented zone of her slightly 
quivering pussy. He had never seen a real live cunt before, only in 
pictures. Of course, he'd never admit that to anyone, not even to Joel. But 
now he was looking at one, and he only wished the lights were on full, 
because he had no idea it would be so soft and silky looking. He longed to 
reach out and touch it with his fingers, to stroke and caress it gently. But 
he daren't. That wasn't part of his plan. 

The only problem was that he didn't have a plan. He wanted to revenge 
himself but he didn't know how. She had to pay for sucking Joel off instead 
of him. Then suddenly an idea came to him...yes, that's what he would do! 
And better do it now before she woke up! 

His body trembling with excitement as he leaned closer to the warmly 
pulsating furrow of her cunt. He'd only read about guys doing that kind of 
thing to women, so he really didn't know what to do. But he figured maybe if 
he started kissing her there.... 

His head whirling with the outrageous nature of his plan, he reached down 
and, before he lost his courage, he reached out with his tongue and ran it 
gently along the length of the softly trembling slit. Gosh, it tasted so 
good! Again, he swiped it along the wet pink flesh, and a tingle of pleasure 
rippled through him. The French teacher shifted slightly just then, making 
him nearly pass out with fright-but it was nothing, just a false alarm. 

The inexperienced boy grew a little braver and began to nibble slightly at 
the succulent hair-lined moistness, inhaling the sweet feminine odor of her 
and titillating the swollen outer lips with his tongue. He continued 
mouthing her barely quivering vagina, excitement rising wildly inside him, 
making him cast caution to the winds. After all, he was supposed to be 
punishing her, wasn't he? He was settling a score for his twin, so he might 
as well put his heart and soul into it. 

Even now, the impassioned youth could hardly believe it was happening to 
him. His anger and resentment began to fade and he started to think of the 
French teacher as the beautiful and seductive woman he had been desiring for 
almost a year, ever since she had come to the school in fact. Only his 
feelings weren't quite that clear. But now he knew what he had wanted all 
along. He wanted to feel and kiss every inch of her beautiful body, to see 
and touch her fabulous pussy, maybe even put his cock into it. That was why 
he had been so hurt when Joel had revealed what had happened between them 
earlier on in the day. For his twin to have her before him was a great blow 
to his pride and his ego. 

But now he was getting back at them both and, at the same time, finally 
getting to kiss and stroke the gorgeous French teacher's pussy. And in a way 
he had never dreamed possible! And maybe in a little while, if she still 
hadn't woken up, he'd take his cock and just put it there, easy-like, 
against her pussy. Not really put it in, but just get the feel of it. Yes, 
he'd do that if she didn't wake up... . 

The French teacher moaned incoherently in her sleep and arched her back up 
off the bed. Oh God, it felt so fabulous after so long. Why had she denied 
herself this past few months, since Nigel left her...why? It felt so great 
to have a lovely sucking, kissing mouth on her pussy again, licking and 
stroking the sensitive flesh. It felt so wonderful, too, to have Nigel back 
again. Or was it little Joel. No, of course it had to be Nigel. 

"Joel... oh Joel darling...." she moaned ecstatically, not knowing what she 
was saying. 

She didn't know why she said Joel when she knew it was Nigel. She would 
never touch the red-headed twin again, she knew that it was wrong to touch a 
twelve year old boy that boy, really wrong and evil and she wouldn't do it 
ever again. Oh dear, but now here he was licking and kissing her pussy... 
she had to stop him because it was wrong and evil. Oh dear God! she knew 
that it was wrong but it felt so good, so very good, it would be hard to 
stop him. 

"Noooooooooo Joel darling," she cooed, trying to stir herself into 
wakefulness. But the brandy had really drugged her and she couldn't quite 
come back to life again. Yet she knew that she had to stop Joel before 
things got totally out of control and yet it felt so good, so very good, so 
good, so very good... so fabulous on her love-starved pussy. 

Suddenly though she knew that she had to wake up and stop it, things just 
couldn't go on this way, they just couldn't... besides Justin might hear 
them! 

"Joel darling, please...." she murmured. 

Then reality came in full force as the seductive French teacher finally 
opened her eyes. It wasn't Joel, it wasn't innocent little Joel at all... it 
was Justin... . Justin who was drooling and tonguing her pussy, Justin who 
was stroking her satin thighs and fondling her body so 
expertly...Justin...Justin...oh no, oh God...what was happening to her...how 
could she escape this one! 

The terror-struck French teacher stared down between her widely splayed 
thighs to where Justin's red head was bobbing up and down on her wildly 
aroused pussy...."Justin, stop, please stop," she. begged, tears of shame 
and remorse trickling down her beautiful face. "Justin, you've got to stop!" 

She tried to wrench her body away from the avidly sucking boy but he was 
grasping her too firmly. She was still drugged with sleep and brandy also 
and her body was not responding to her wishes as she would have liked it to. 

"Stop, please stop Justin," she cried again in agonized moans. 

Suddenly Justin Greyson raised his head and looked at her with eyes beyond 
his twelve years. There was so much lust and passion on his face that it 
made the French teacher gasp...not only that but she could tell from the 
contempt written across his features that he had absolutely no idea in his 
mind of stopping his ministrations on her pussy, none whatsoever! 

"Baby, shut your mouth. I know what you did for Joel. I want some of the 
same and you'll give it to me unless you want the whole of St. Patrick's to 
hear about you...you whore!" 

Without saying another word, Justin lowered his redhead back down between 
the French teacher's cream-white thighs and continued to slaver at the 
twitching furrow of her helplessly aroused cunt. 

Sylvia Draper fell back onto the bed in an agony of despair. Her brain was 
swirling with confusion and pain and yet she knew that she had brought the 
entire lewd act upon herself. If only I had been strong earlier and not 
touched Joel, this would never have happened, she said over and over to 
herself. I'm a wanton slut, I'm a whore, Justin is right, I'm a whore! 

Tears flooded her face now and she sank into the mattress like a stone. 

Justin was glad that the French teacher had taken his bluff. In truth he was 
just as frightened and freaked out as she was and yet he was determined to 
take what he wanted. She had called him Joel earlier too and that made him 
angry. He felt a deep sense of competition with 

Joel and he couldn't bear to think that she didn't know the difference 
between Joel and himself. He would really show her what a guy could do now, 
he would really give the perverted woman a taste of her own medicine. He 
liked licking and kissing her deliciously scented pussy, running his tongue 
in and out of the softly trembling folds, inhaling the magnificent woman 
odor of her. 

With rapidly growing expertise, his tongue swirled in and out of the velvety 
recesses of the French teacher's cunt, sucking and drawing out her 
tantalizing trickles of vaginal moisture. He grew less inhibited when he 
realized that he had won, she had actually accepted what he was doing to her 
as a rightful punishment for her outrageous behavior with Joel. His hands 
tightened on the cream-white firmness of her thighs and he buried his 
perspiring face deeper in the gently squirming furrow of her pussy. His 
tongue suddenly found the little knob of her clitoris and instinctively he 
knew he had discovered the fulcrum of her body. With atavistic know-how he 
tweaked the awakening little bud, feeling it stir and harden with new life 
under his sensually caressing lips. He drove his tongue deeper and harder up 
into her wetly writhing pussy-folds coming back again and again to titillate 
the tender tingling tip of her clitoris. 

The French teacher lay almost comatose, swamped with misery and despair. 
There was nothing she could do to ward off this onslaught, even if she 
wanted to. But something inside her told her to be still and take her richly 
deserved punishment. Yes, she had to suffer this crowning insult of being 
taken advantage of by Joel's twin. She had to allow herself to be bullied 
into accepting his unwanted oral caresses on the most secret area of her 
body...just as young Joel had had to accept her lewdly depraved desire this 
morning! 

It was several minutes before the contrite French teacher fully realized 
what was happening in her body and by the time full realization came, it was 
too late. At first, the distraught young French teacher thought she was 
imagining the tinglings of desire burning deep in the pit of her belly. She 
thought it was some vicarious residue of pleasure left from the memory of 
her illicit love-making with young Joel this morning--but almost immediately 
she had to face the fact that her body was beginning to respond to the crude 
oral ministrations of Justin Greyson. 

The tinglings erupted into a rampaging fire which swept through her enslaved 
body, making it suddenly come alive with new unsolicited sensations. 
Desperately, she tried to grind her softly rounded buttocks into the bed to 
quench the lewd flames raging there, but that attempt only served to bring 
the trembling erect bud of her clitoris more fully against Justin's greedily 
questing mouth, making her moan unconsciously with redoubling desire. 

"Oooooooohhh M m m m m m m mn nnnnnmmmmmmmm...." 

She was hardly aware that she had mewled with pleasure, but that very 
slavish moan was like a spontaneous recognition of what was going on, and 
seemed to give her willful body the go-ahead to respond fully and 
unrestrainedly to Justin's tongue licking frantically at her pussy. Her hips 
began to grind in a slow sensual rhythm and involuntarily she spread her 
legs even farther apart, offering the full quivering furrow of her eagerly 
accepting vagina up to her passionate young redheaded lover. 

Justin could hardly believe it when he heard the older woman's sighs of 
animal pleasure. The knowledge that she was beginning to accept his obscene 
tonguing sent a surge of pride and satisfaction shooting through him, and 
made him forget all plans of punishment and retribution. She liked it! She 
liked his tongue on her pussy! She had even opened her legs wider for him 
and was pushing her cunt against his mouth! That meant... it had to mean 
that she liked him as much as she liked Joel! Maybe even more! 

The hopeful boy redoubled the efforts of his ceaselessly working tongue, 
darting it nearer and nearer to the petal-shaped opening that drew him 
hypnotically. He wasn't going to play around with that too much at first, he 
had decided, but now...now that Miss Draper liked what he was doing, he knew 
exactly what he was going to do next. He began to dab at the viscous little 
vaginal opening, tasting its velvety softness, feeling the delicate tendrils 
of the outer edges nibbling at his tongue. Suddenly, he didn't want to hold 
back any longer and, furling his tongue in preparation, he darted it swiftly 
toward the honey-sweet orifice and plunged it right up into the warm dark 
passage of her needing cunt. 

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh...Oh...yes...." 

The French teacher felt as if she had been subjected to an electric shock as 
her entire body quivered from head to toe, rods of red-hot pleasure 
sparkling out through her arms and legs, making her tingle and tremble 
uncontrollably. Every nerve ending on the surface of her sensitively 
squirming skin seemed titillated almost beyond endurance, and she thought 
she couldn't keep from crying out again and again from the overwhelming 
volume of sanity-defying pleasure which encompassed her. 

Justin felt as if his tongue was being dragged away from his throat by the 
convulsive milking of his impassioned French teacher's fervently writhing 
cunt. He could feel the heated inner walls closing in inexorably on him as 
her wetly pulsing pussy-flesh rimmed his nose and mouth, nearly cutting off 
his breath. But he continued to drive his stiffened tongue ceaselessly up 
into her hungrily clasping cuntal channel in crude simulation of fucking. 
Gosh, he'd never dreamed that it would be like this! It was much better than 
doing it while she was asleep. This way, she'd know it was him who was doing 
it, and she'd realize-she had to realize--that he was the one who should be 
her lover, not timid little Joel, who didn't know anything about anything! 

The French teacher succeeded in suppressing the pangs of guilt and 
self-loathing which threatened to appear to ruin the overpowering pleasure 
she was feeling. She could hardly believe that she was allowing Justin to do 
this to her, she who had been trusted with the boys' health and welfare 
during the Christmas vacation, she who had betrayed the trust placed in her 
by the Headmaster of St. Patrick's...and yet she couldn't deny the rippling 
feelings of pleasure that were coursing through her body now. Oh dear God! 
Justin was so wonderful and little Joel was so wonderful too...she just 
couldn't help herself. 

"Justin darling, keep sucking me like that, oh keep sucking my cunt, I love 
it... I love it!" 

Excitedly her hands reached down and tangled Justin's red hair, pushing his 
face even harder against her openly receptive pussy as it flowered out in 
uninhibited acceptance of her passionate lover. 

The French teacher was losing touch with all reality now as her sensuality 
began to take full control of her body. She was quickly forgetting the fact 
that it was a twelve year old boy who was licking her pussy, all she knew 
was that her body was on fire and was threatening to be consumed by the 
flames of passionate longing that were coursing up and down her spine. She 
had to reach fulfillment... she just had to! 

* * * 

Joel Greyson was having a nightmare, he was running down a long white road 
and he was being pursued by a dark monstrous looking figure that seemed to 
be gaining on him by the moment. Suddenly, he started to wakefulness, sweat 
pouring from his brow, his breath coming in short ragged jerks. His heart 
was beating rapidly and his hands were gripping his bedclothes fearfully. 

Slowly the boy returned to consciousness and looked around the room. Oh God! 
I'm alright, he breathed quietly to himself as he realized that it had just 
been a bad dream. He turned to look at his sleeping brother and then 
realized that he wasn't in his bed...it was at that moment that he heard 
strange moans and cries coming from down the hallway. Drawn by the bizarre 
sounds the young boy passed through his bedroom door and tiptoed quietly 
towards the open door of Miss Draper's bedroom. 

The sight that met his eyes was almost too much for him. The French teacher 
was lying on her bed, her nightie twisted up around her waist and someone 
was hunched between her thighs, between her widely splayed legs. 

The young boy gasped when he realized that it was his twin Justin...but what 
was he doing, what could he be doing to the French teacher that was causing 
her to make such strange animal-like sounds. 

"Mmmmmimnm...yes...keep on licking my pussy darling....Yes like that. . . u 
in m m m m m m m m m m m m m m m m in... ....honey, it feels so good," the 
French teacher purred lasciviously. 

Holy Smoke! Justin was licking Miss Draper's pussy. Kissing and sucking her 
there the way she'd done to his own cock that very morning! 

Suddenly young Joel Greyson found himself angry and hurt, tears were 
flooding his face and he wanted to run into the bedroom and pull them apart. 
It isn't fair, it just wasn't fair. Miss Draper was his. he had had him 
first, Justin had no right to be touching her, and especially to be touching 
her...there! 

Yet the young boy couldn't help but notice that as he stood there looking at 
them writhing and twisting on the bed in lustful anguish that something was 
beginning to happen down between his legs. He could see the French teacher's 
white buttocks squirming into the bed and he wanted to rush right in and 
caress them himself. He had never felt this way before, never felt these 
wild sensations in his young body before, it was all totally new to him. 

He felt rejected too, Miss Draper didn't love him anymore...how could she if 
she was giving herself to Justin this way. He felt small and cold and wanted 
to run away and hide where no-one could see him but somehow or other he 
couldn't quite bring himself to move away from the doorway. Even though it 
was painful for him to stand and watch the beautiful French teacher giving 
herself to his twin brother, he had to do it. He couldn't drag himself away. 

* * * 

Mewling and cooing in abandoned passion, the young French teacher writhed on 
the bed beneath the lashing tongue of her young charge. 

It was sheer heaven for her to be kissed and sucked and her whole body was 
feverish with rampant excitement and passion. Kissing Joel's cock earlier 
had been divine but now, to have his twin Justin actually sucking her pussy 
was beyond divine-it was ecstasy personified. She continued to drive her 
pleasure-ridden loins against Justin's perspiring face, to force more and 
more of her wet pulsating pussy against his hungrily nibbling mouth. Dear 
God, she couldn't take much more of this unbelievable pleasure. 

Inexperienced though he was, young Justin sensed the quickening tempo of the 
French teacher's tempo and knew that at any moment he would feel and taste 
the piquant sweetness of her unleashed vaginal fluid. When that happened, he 
knew it would make up for everything... for the fact that she had preferred 
Joel to him, even to the point of sucking him off. But Joel hadn't been able 
to do this for her, but he Justin, had. 

"Oh God, Joer, I can't.... 

Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh...I'm going to cummmmmmmm!" 

It happened all of a sudden. One moment the helplessly excited black-haired 
French teacher was quivering with rippling irresistible feelings, the next. 
. . the floodgates had opened, just like she knew they would, and her body 
was jerking and flailing out of all control as a tremendous wave of naked 
pleasure flooded over her spasmodically twitching body, trapping her in some 
kind of a tailspin. She was whirled this way and that, her hips thrashing 
frantically against her charge's face below as her heated inner secretions 
flowed down unchecked into his perspiring face while her whole body squirmed 
and rocked helplessly. Her head was spinning, and she tossed it from side to 
side abandonedly, black curls bobbing, her eyes rolling wildly, her mouth 
distorted with unuttered moans of passion. 

...Aaaaaagggggghhhhhh...uuuuuuuuuugggggghhhhh..." she gasped again and 
again, her nearly naked body shaking like that of a rag doll, controlled by 
the puppet strings of pleasure which held her in their sway. Dear God, 
there'd never been anything like this in her life. 

And all the while, Justin kept sucking and licking and slavering unendingly 
at the wet writhing flesh of her tingling pussy. The room seemed to revolve 
around her, and it was only as the first tremors of her cataclysmic orgasm 
began to subside that she saw the forlorn figure standing mutely in the 
doorway. 

Suddenly she felt mortified...oh dear, poor darling Joel, he feels so left 
out and alone. How hurt he must be feeling now, looking at her taking her 
pleasure with his twin just like she had taken her pleasure with him that 
very morning. How could she leave him out in the cold, how could she? 

"Joel, darling, my darling little Joel," she cooed, as the final throes of 
her orgasm jerked her body back onto the bed, "Oh darling little Joel," she 
purred totally ignoring the fact that 

Justin's head was still glued to her flooding pussy. "Darling Joel!" 

* * * 

Joel was in a trance, dazed beyond comprehension of the words the French 
teacher was uttering to him. All he could think of was the way her body had 
writhed and danced and shuddered with some powerful force that seemed to be 
catapulting through her body. He had no idea a woman behaved that way, no 
idea at all. . . it was so wild and abandoned and a little bit scary. 

Suddenly the young boy noticed that his twin Justin was staring at him with 
obvious hate in his eyes. 

"What the fuck are you doing here, Joel," he snarled angrily. 

"I. . . I-I. . . I'm sorry Justin," young Joel broke into sobs as his twin 
continued to stare hatefully at him. 

"Get lost, buddy," Justin commanded. 

"No, please, don't talk to Joel that way," the French teacher begged. 

Justin turned and stared at the French teacher in mute disbelief as she 
called eagerly to his twin. 

"Joel darling, come here, come to Sylvia," she cooed. 

Her sensual voice hypnotized Joel and he found himself walking over to the 
bed. He knew that Justin would kill him for doing it, but Miss Draper wanted 
him, so he had to do what she said. 

Joel sat down on the edge of the bed, avoiding his brother's eyes and trying 
not to stare at the French teacher's half naked body. 

"Did it frighten you what you saw Joel, tell me, tell me if you were 
frightened by what you saw!" 

Joel couldn't speak, he couldn't think of a thing to say, all he could do 
was to stare at the French teacher's delicious looking cunt. He couldn't 
take his eyes off it! The French teacher's nightie was still pushed up 
around her waist but she didn't seem to be aware of it. But he could see 
it...all glistening and wet, and he'd give anything to be able to reach out 
and just touch it with his fingers. 

"Are you alright Joel," Sylvia Draper cooed. "Did you like what you saw, 
Justin licking my pussy like that?" 

The French teacher was now aware of a new wanton tingling which was 
beginning to sparkle deep inside her. Her eyes were hungrily devouring young 
Joel's body, remembering how beautiful and naked he was for her earlier on 
in the day. 

Joel was dumbstruck, he didn't know what to say. Yes he had liked watching 
her lovely body and her exciting cunt, without any panties on, only he 
wished that it had been him instead of Justin that had been licking her 
pussy. He could feel his own penis now begin to pound against his pajamas 
and he realized that he was very aroused. 

The French teacher could see the swelling bulge between the boy's legs and 
she had to control herself, above all else she wanted to reach out and grab 
the young boy's cock. 

"Take your clothes off Joel darling and climb in bed with Sylvia," she 
cooed, now totally having abandoned herself to her lascivious sexual 
cravings of her actions. 

Suddenly Justin's face surged into anger. 

What was she doing, was she trying to drive him crazy with jealousy by 
asking Joel to take his clothes off? Justin watched angrily while Joel began 
to shed his pajamas until he stood clad only in his undershorts, then he 
began to take them off too! And...and his cock was already getting hard, 
standing out nakedly from his slim loins! 

Justin wanted to punch his twin Joel in the jaw but he knew he couldn't. He 
still felt triumphant however, at least he had sucked her pussy and she had 
loved every minute of it! 

The French teacher felt desire rising wildly in her body and she couldn't 
take her eyes away from young Joel's erect little cock. Her hands raced 
eagerly over his smooth body and a tiny whimper of passion escaped her full 
lips. Dear God, what was she doing and was going to do was bad, wrong-she 
knew that. But she couldn't help herself. It was a demon inside her forcing 
her to act this way, and she had no control! She'd just die if she didn't go 
through with the lustful images which were suggesting themselves to her 
lewdly inflamed brain. She had completely forgotten about Justin now, she 
only had eyes for Joel. 

"N-now darling, I'm going to get completely naked, like you! Would you like 
that?" she whispered obscenely her hands caressing his firm young body. 

Oh God! would he like it, Joel shuddered with obvious excitement. "Y-yes, 
I'd like it . . . " he finally managed to stutter. In spite of Joel's 
mounting passion he was acutely aware of his twin Justin standing at the end 
of the bed. He hoped that he wouldn't beat him up later! 

In one movement the sexy French teacher pulled off her nightie, "would you 
like to touch my breasts, Joel darling? Would you like to find out what a 
woman's tits feel like? Would you?" 

Slowly and timidly Joel reached out and cupped one of the French teacher's 
full ripe breasts in his trembling fingers. He could hardly believe he was 
holding a real tit in his hands, he couldn't believe how soft and exciting 
they were, and how the hard nipples dug into his palms, almost as if they 
loved being held. 

And then he felt a dull explosion in the region of his balls, and realized 
that she was holding his cock again, just like she had this morning. He 
could feel it growing and hardening in her hand, just like her tits were 
stiffening in his. 

The French teacher's pumping hand moved convulsively up and down along the 
slender stalk of Joel's twelve year old penis. She could feel him lurching 
under her lascivious stroking, making him automatically squeeze tighter and 
harder on her passionately heaving breasts. Flutters of salacious pleasure 
scurried through her and there was a deep intense longing in the pit of her 
loins. Oh dear Lord, I'm lost now...utterly lost! But somehow the thought 
and realization didn't matter too much right now. All that really mattered 
was the beautiful naked body of the twelve year old boy she had been left in 
charge of. 

Meanwhile, at the end of the bed, Justin could see perfectly what was 
transpiring between the French teacher and his twin, but involuntarily he 
edged closer, his eyes gaping in obscene fascination. He just couldn't 
believe what was going on. The French teacher had actually grabbed Joel's 
cock, after telling him to stroke her tits! It was just too much! Envious 
feelings of vicarious pleasure stirred inside him, but his real resentment 
had faded again so that he just wanted to keep on watching the lascivious 
spectacle! 

"Now darling, let me tell you what I'm going to do!" the French teacher was 
whispering hoarsely to Joel, her hand still squeezing rhythmically on his 
fully erect penis which was poling out manfully from his slender adolescent 
hips. 

"I'm not going to suck your lovely little prick like I did this morning," 
she went on raspingly, and an immediate look of disappointment flitted 
across the boy's face. 

"Don't worry darling, we're going to do something new and exciting together. 
You'll like that, won't you?" 

Without waiting for an answer, she shifted herself, drawing up into a 
kneeling position. Then she quickly pushed him flat onto the bed and 
straddled his supine young body, never losing her grip on his pulsating hard 
cock. 

Joel stared at the perverse French teacher with widening eyes. He was no 
longer feeling her breasts, but he didn't care because now he could see the 
whole of her widespread cunt from the way she was positioned above him. He 
could just make out the pink moist circle of her cuntal hole, and he could 
also see the tip of her clitoris surrounded by soft wisps of black pubic 
curls! A crazy tingle cavorted through him, and his head felt weird, sort of 
spinning and whirling, and he hoped he wasn't going to faint. 

"Ah, I can see you like my pussy! I can see you staring at it like crazy 
Joel," the wanton young widow smiled delightfully. "Here, let me help you 
see it better." 

The mesmerized young teenager gasped as he watched her reach down and slowly 
spread the fleshy outer lips farther apart and reveal the full pink expanse 
of her moistly quivering cunt. He couldn't believe it! He was looking at a 
real live pussy, and what's more, it belonged lo the beautiful French 
teacher, the object of desire of every boy in St. Patrick's. 

"Now Joel honey, we're going to do what grown-ups do," she insinuated. "I'm 
going to put your lovely hard cock in my pussy!" 

Man, can...can she really mean that? II she does, that means I'll. . . I'll 
be fucking her! The thought of what was about to happen, sent young Joel's 
adolescent penis lurching into even more urgent hardness in spite of the 
quiver of apprehension which shivered through him. But he wouldn't let his 
inexperience worry him. He was going to fuck the French teacher...it was 
just too much to think about! 

The impassioned French teacher saw the quickening surge of young Joel's cocl 
and a savage wave of animalisitc desire convulsed her hotly expectant loins. 
Oh God, do you know what you're doing? Yes, yes, she knew, but she didn't 
know why! She only knew that she wanted to fuck this darling boy. Even 
though she had no excuse of liquor or anything else to hide behind. There 
was nothing but her obscene perverted lust. But, oh dear Lord, she just 
couldn't help herself! 

Without realizing it, Justin, a few feet away at the end of the bed, had 
unzipped his fly to give relief to his aching, thudding penis. He could 
hardly believe the lecherous scene he was watching was real. He himself, 
with all his depraved thoughts, could never have imagined anything like it. 
And yet here was the French teacher, her legs spread wide, showing every bit 
of her fabulous cunt-and she was guiding that young squirt's cock right up 
between her legs! 

The lewdly gaping boy could see the sensitive pink flesh of the French 
teacher's pussy, he himself had been sucking and slavering less than half an 
hour before. Now it was salaciously positioned up over the spoking length of 
his twin's cock and she was slowly lowering herself down onto it! 
Chrissakes, it was so exciting just watching it! He couldn't help tugging 
and stroking his own penis! At least it relieved the tremendous pressure 
which was building up there! He only wished to God it was himself instead of 
that punk Joel who was there naked on the bed with the French teacher. 

An ecstatic moan of abandoned pleasure escaped the lovely black-haired 
French teacher's lips as she felt the first contact of her young lover's 
child-cock against her squirmingly heated pussy. Oh God, she could hardly 
wait! She rotated her pelvis slightly, moistening the burgeoning head with 
her excitedly secreting inner moisture, each time enclosing more and more of 
the bulbous cock-head and shaft with her hungrily welcoming vagina. 

Joel's eyes bulged out of his head, and he had to fight back the impulse to 
ram his passion-hardened cock right up into her cunt. The desire was 
instinctive, and overrode the youth's natural fear and apprehension. Gosh he 
couldn't believe it was really happening to him. And with Justin watching! 
He remembered his twin brother again, and couldn't stop himself from 
glancing in his direction. Man, he had his penis out too! And he was 
stroking it with his own hand! The implications of what he saw struck the 
bewildered boy. That must mean Justin wasn't mad at him anymore. But even if 
he was, at this point he didn't give a damn because nothing would make him 
stop what he was doing! He was going to fuck the French teacher, and wild 
horses wouldn't pull him away! 

The depraved French teacher cautioned herself to be careful, telling herself 
that her youthful lover was just a boy-only twelve years old-a virgin. But 
her inner need was driving her almost into a frenzy, and she couldn't help 
herself anymore. She had to feel the fabulous sensation of her little 
darling's cock pulsing up inside her...she couldn't wait any longer. 

"Now darling...I'm going to help you put your wonderful little prick all the 
way in...all the way up into my pussy." 

M-man, it was going to happen now! And.... 

"Ooooooohhhhhh.... .Mmmmm mmmmm mnnnnnn... ! " The French teacher had 
lowered herself expertly down on ethe throbbing cock-hardness until it was 
all swallowed up completely inside her. She quivered all over from the 
incredible impaling sensation, and she wriggled her voluptuous buttocks, 
flattening her desire-ridden vagina against the peach-like fuzz of her young 
lover's loins. Oh God, it was like nothing she had ever imagined! It was so 
incredible, so different from when Nigel...but she couldn't think of Nigel 
now. She wouldn't think about the fact that it was a twelve year old virgin 
she was so depravedly seducing. She'd only think about the overwhelming 
shudders of pleasure rippling through her from the wanton feeling caused by 
young Joel's throbbing penis buried up in her hungrily grasping pussy. 

Justin's balls felt as tight as a drum as he continued to stroke and pull on 
his desire-enlarged cock from his vantage point at the end of the bed. His 
eyes were blurring from keeping them trained on the lascivious sight of the 
gorgeous French teacher astride his young twin. He could see the quivering 
length of Joel's jerking cock as it appeared from, then disappeared into the 
French teacher's wildly oscillating cuntal orifice. He could see the 
petal-shaped edges clutching greedily at the slender shaft as they drew it 
up into the warm darkness of her vaginal passage, and then clinging eagerly 
to it as she levered her rounded ass-cheeks up again. Her breasts were 
dancing like crazy, the nipples like pointed cherries sticking out in the 
air. Man, he wished it was him fucking the French teacher instead of Joel. 
But his cock felt as hard and aching as if it was, and he couldn't help it 
if he kept on giving it the old business. He'd go crazy if he didn't, what 
with watching the French teacher and his twin brother fucking and all! 

The helplessly aroused French teacher warned herself to take it easy. Joel 
was just a mere child, and she didn't want the incredible bliss to end too 
soon! But she couldn't help the wild internal gyrations of her insanely 
excited pussy, no more than she could control her involuntary bobbing up and 
down on his slender, desire-hardened cock. She had never felt so excited in 
all her life. It was so different from making love with Nigel...this time, 
she was the one in control. She was possessing this young boy, instead of 
being possessed. She was fucking him...and oh God, she was ready to burst. 
She couldn't hold back any longer! 

"Uuuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhnnnnn...Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh...." Joel gasped again and 
again. Already he could feel that hot cum far up inside him boiling and 
seething, just like it had this morning before it shot out into her mouth. 
Now it was going to happen again, only this time it would flow right up into 
her cunt! Man, he couldn't wait for that to happen, but at the same time, he 
wanted to prolong this other feeling as long as he could. He was fucking the 
French teacher, and he didn't ever want it to end. But it had to.... 

"Oh man, Miss Draper. . . it's going to happen again...it's going 
to...AAAAAAHHHHHHHH...." 

He couldn't help it. Some demon took control of his hips and made them jerk 
upward to crash against the French teacher's dementedly contorting pussy 
above. Then he felt the hot onrush of his semen as it left the ricocheting 
explosion of his balls and scurried along the length of his jerking penis to 
erupt far up into the greedily clutching depths of the French teacher's 
pussy. 

"Oh God, Oh God! I'm cumming too!" 

The French teacher's voice was high and shrill and she felt the wonderful 
flooding of her darling boy's hot sperm at the same time as the floodgates 
of her own passion were opened and came flowing down in a steaming orgasmic 
moistness. Her entire body was permeated by incredible sensations and her 
head was reeling as she continued to ride the boy's slender form with the 
dexterity of a circus performer. 

Meanwhile, at the end of the bed, Justin, his eyes nearly popping out of his 
head, couldn't hold back either, and almost automatically the wet sticky 
ejection of his own seething balls gushed into his lewdly squeezing hand. He 
could see a thin white trail of his twin brother's sperm as it trickled back 
out of the hotly receptive passage of the French teacher's pussy and the 
convulsive writhing of Joel's nut-hard balls. The two naked figures, one 
voluptuous and expert, the other slender and until now, virginal, rocked 
together in a licentious dance of wanton abandon, feeding the lewd flames of 
his own over-riding excitement. 

The seductive French teacher was hardly aware of anything now, she felt like 
a shooting star cascading its glory into the universe as she rode upon the 
wings of her sensational orgasm. Gone now were all the confusions and doubts 
in her mind, she had taken her pleasure with a twelve year old boy and it 
had been an overwhelmingly passionate experience for her. . . as she sensed 
it had been for him. She wasn't remorseful or guilty at all, she had taken 
him on a ride into manhood, she had initiated him into the art of loving, 
better her than someone who would take their pleasure and not give him 
anything in return. 

Now as she gazed down at his serene face she knew that she had given him the 
most blissful experience of his young life. He was now on his way to 
manhood. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"Collect call for Miss Sylvia Draper from Mr. Henry Wiggins," a nasal voice 
said at the other end of the line. 

Oh my God! thought the French teacher wildly, it's the Headmaster calling 
from the Bahamas. s 

"I'll take the call... hello, yes, hello Headmaster, how are you," Sylvia 
said timidly. 

"Just wanted to check up on the boys, are they having a good Christmas 
Sylvia?" the Headmaster asked kindly. 

Sylvia Draper talked with the Headmaster for a while, telling him of all the 
things she and the boys had done, and yes they were fine, everything was 
fine and then she hung up the telephone. 

Suddenly the young French teacher was filled with an incredible sense of 
guilt and remorse. Suddenly she realized what she had done, the Headmaster's 
voice had put her really back in touch with the fact that she had used and 
defiled two innocent young boys. Two boys who had been left in her charge 
for the Christmas vacation because they couldn't go home for Christmas. She 
had betrayed the trust placed in her, she was rotten and no-good, how could 
she continue on at St. Patrick's. 

The guilt-ridden French teacher poured herself a stiff brandy and sat down 
in the comfortable chair in the living room to think. 

There was no doubt about it, she would resign from St. Patrick's, how could 
she do anything else. How could she continue on her life at the school, 
knowing full well her tendencies toward young boys. The Greyson twins had 
really shown her what a lecherous and perverted young woman she really was. 
Better she go to live in New York and walk the streets, really become a 
whore, then to seduce two innocent young boys. 

It was in this state that the boys found the tearful French teacher. Both, 
united in their love and concern for her begged her to tell them what was 
wrong. They had grown so fond of the French teacher that they couldn't bear 
to see her unhappy. 

"I'm going to resign from St. Patrick's," she told them firmly. 

"Why!" they both echoed with horror, profoundly disturbed that she wouldn't 
be around the school for the rest of the year. 

"Because of what I've done. It's wrong and wicked what I've done with both 
of you boys, I'm beside myself with grief," she sobbed. 

The boys tried to comfort the distraught young woman but neither of them 
could and finally she went up to her bedroom to rest for a while. Justin 
decided to ski to town and Joel decided to clear the entrance to the school, 
it had snowed quite heavily that morning and he was concerned that they 
would be blocked in. It was the day before Christmas and both of them were 
looking forward to going out for a drive the following day, they had also 
been invited to a party at the home of one of the boys from St. Patrick's. 

"Maybe she'll feel better later on," Justin said seriously. "Honestly Joel, 
I'll never tell a soul about what happened...how about you." 

"No way, it's our secret. I had hoped we could, well, you know...the rest of 
the term." 

"Me too," Justin said forlornly, "I didn't even manage to fuck her yet, you 
lucky beast. Let's try and persuade her to stay...agreed?" 

"Sure," Joel said eagerly, remembering his ecstatic tumble in bed with the 
sexy young French teacher. 

About an hour later, after having cleared the driveway, Joel Greyson came 
back into the house. He cleaned up in the bathroom and then made his way up 
stairs to change his shirt. It was at that moment that he heard loud, 
racking sobs coming from the French teacher's bedroom. The sensitive young 
boy couldn't bear to hear Miss Draper crying that way and rushed into her 
room, making her crumpled figure out on the bed in the darkened room. 

"Who is it?" she whispered urgently. 

"It's me, Joel, please don't cry Miss Draper, I can't bear it," the young 
boy said, starting to sob himself. 

"You must leave my room Joel," the French teacher said firmly. 

"Please Miss Draper, please don't leave the school," Joel sobbed now quickly 
winding his arms around the French teacher's neck. He was clinging to her 
for dear life, and against her will-oh Lord, she really didn't want to leave 
St. Patrick's...she really didn't want to. 

"Oh Joel, you're so sweet, so sweet," the French teacher cooed. 

"Please don't leave us, Justin and I love you," Joel said simply, finding in 
Miss Draper the love he had always lacked in his mother. 

Sylvia Draper could hardly believe what was happening to her as young Joel 
hugged and squeezed her. She was loved and needed, oh 

God! how good that felt. Perhaps she could stay at St. Patrick's if the boys 
promised to keep their secret, maybe they could even see each other 
occasionally during the school term. Oh God! she loved little Joel so much 
and Justin too really, she wanted to stay, she really wanted to. 

Joel felt his dormant penis stirring to life now as he held the sexy French 
teacher in his young arms. Suddenly he knew that he wanted to show her that 
he loved her as much as she loved him and he started to pull off his clothes 
quickly. 

"Joel what are you doing," she cried out in amazement. 

"I want to show you how much I love you, Miss Draper," Joel said quietly. 

"No Joel, you mustn't, we mustn't," the frightened French teacher said. 

Then she felt it. His hardening young penis jutting against the flat plane 
of her stomach, the rounded head already inflated with passion. She felt 
it... and was lost! 

"Oh Joel darling," she murmured helplessly gathering him into her arms. 

"Let me feel your tits again Miss Draper, please, the way I did before." 

Joy full the aroused French teacher began to pull off her clothes. 

"I'm going to turn on the lamp honey, so I can see your beautiful body...and 
you can see me too." 

Her blood was racing through her veins as she gazed down at the naked body 
of her young charge. How could she have gone away from this beautiful boy, 
how could she? She felt Joel's eager hands on her breasts, pulling and 
tweaking her nipples until she groaned with pleasure then she bent down and 
kissed his lovely innocent mouth. Her lips trailed down over his quivering 
body after a while, sucking and biting greedily on his soft flesh. 

"Oh Miss Draper, let me put it in now! I can't wait any longer," he panted 
passionately, and she saw that his blood-heavy penis was jerking and 
twitching uncontrollably. 

"All right darling, but let me get astride you-like this-and that way it'll 
be better for both of us." 

The impassioned French teacher thought she'd sob with relief when she felt 
the vibrant strength of his virile young body beneath her. Oh God, what a 
fool she was to think she could have denied herself this adorable body. She 
just couldn't live without his beautiful little cock, just as she thought 
she couldn't live without Nigel! 

"Oh yes darling, your prick is nice and hard, just like my cunt your cock is 
ready and waiting!" 

She began to lower herself down onto the upstanding rod of tender boy-cock, 
hardly able to will herself to take it easy. 

"Mmmmmmmmnnnnn...yesssssss . . . " she gasped when she felt the bulbously 
rounded head come into contact with the wet pulsing flesh of her outer 
pussy. Oh dear God, it felt so good. Her little lover's penis felt so good! 

Joel watched through lust-blurred eyes as the velvety, hair-lined outer 
folds of the French teacher's pussy came down and enclosed the head of his 
vibrating cock, and then she began to slide down it as if it was some kind 
of a greased pole. Gosh, it was happening, just like the last time, only 
this time it was better because he knew what was going on! 

"Hhhhhhhhhggggggghhhh...oooooohhhhh...." the French teacher gasped when she 
had finally taken all the length of Joel's desire-stiffened member up inside 
her eagerly clutching cuntal depths. She could feel her vaginal walls 
closing in on the throbbing shaft, fitting it like a glove. She felt 
complete again. Joel really knew how to satisfy her, despite his twelve 
years he really knew how to satisfy a woman. She contracted her internal 
muscles, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from the lasciviously excited boy, and 
then began to rise again, letting the palpitating penile hardness glide out 
of her moistly clinging cuntal channel. Then she slid down again, hardly 
able to wait until she felt his wonderful boy-cock filling her once more. 

Oh God, it was absolute heaven, and nothing mattered at all. She knew that 
she was lost completely to the twins. They were her boys now and she was 
utterly devoted to them. 

Somehow or other she would stay on at St. Patrick's and they would learn how 
to hide their love from the rest of the world. Perhaps they could persuade 
their parents to give them private French tuition and they could continue to 
meet in private in her rooms at the school. Oh dear God, it was wrong and 
depraved, she knew it and yet she couldn't stop herself... she just couldn't 
keep herself away from the twins! 

* * * 

Justin stacked his skis up against the wall of the Headmaster's house, 
pulling off his boots and stepped into the house. The moment he entered the 
hallway downstairs he knew what was going on in the French teacher's 
bedroom. 

"Damn them," he growled to himself, "I'm the one left out again." 

Quietly the furious boy climbed the stairs, hearing the wild mewls and sobs 
coming from the bedroom. Justin felt the all too familiar stab of jealousy, 
but he resolutely put that aside. He moved closer to the doorway, then into 
the room, his eyes transfixed by the sight of the French teacher's greedily 
receptive cunt clutching voraciously at his twin brother's disappearing 
cock. The white rounded half-moons of her buttocks flared and clenched again 
as she worked lasciviously over the boy's thrusting penis, and the watching 
boy found himself mesmerized by the sight of her strained, dark anal crevice 
up between her lewdly gyrating ass-cheeks. It looked so mysterious and at 
the same time inviting. He stepped closer, eager to see everything he could. 

"Oh Joel darling, you fuck so good now. Bu-but there's something else I'd 
like you to do for me! Will you...will you stick your finger in my asshole?" 

That was something Nigel used to do sometimes, and the illicit act used to 
give her a perverse kind of thrill. Now she felt as if she couldn't give her 
wildly churning body enough excitement. 

Joel could hardly believe his ears. Surely she didn't mean that. . . surely 
she didn't want him to put his finger back there...in her ass! Maybe he 
ought to do it! 

"Oh yesss...that's it! Screw it right into my asshole darling." 

Again, the wildly excited boy couldn't believe his ears. She had said, 
"that's right," he hadn't done anything! Then he saw Justin crouched behind 
them on the bed. 

"Aaaaaaagggghhhhhh...yes, hurt me like that!" 

A shiver of agonizing pain shot through the French teacher's spine, but 
still she began to wriggle her buttocks back on the impaling finger that was 
thrust obscenely up into her anus. She liked that pain-it made her feel 
better about what she was doing and at the same time she could enjoy it in a 
masochistic kind of way. 

Behind her on the bed, Justin stared hypnotically at his middle finger 
rammed halfway into the crinkled little hole of the French teacher's rectum. 
Her depraved request to Joel had somehow activated him, and he had, without 
thinking, thrust his finger right up into the tight rubbery ring. "Hurt me," 
she had pleaded. Now he was hurting her and she liked it! 

He could feel his penis burning against his leg like a red-hot poker, and he 
wanted to do something to ease it. But he was damned if he was going to play 
with himself again! No, he didn't want to be left out this time! He didn't 
know if what was happening was meant that the French teacher wasn't going to 
leave St. Patrick's after all. But he wasn't going to take any chances. 

But, what could he do? he thought feverishly, his eyes fixed on the 
convulsively clasping ring that circled his finger. A perverse, almost 
impossible idea flitted across his brain. No, he couldn't do that. . . but 
maybe he could. Hurt me, she begged...maybe he could after all. 

Hurriedly, the obscenely aroused boy tore off his clothes, letting the 
throbbing length of his cock jut out proudly from his slender muscular hips. 
His hands reached over and began to caress the soft-fleshed cheeks of her 
buttocks as she bobbed up and down on the heaving shaft of his twin 
brother's cock. He heard her moan from the unexpected touch there, and he 
continued to knead and squeeze the bouncing roundness. He strained the 
velvety cheeks apart, revealing the dark, slightly moist crevice and the 
hairless orifice, where his finger had been moments before. Yes, he was 
definitely going to do that... . 

He guided the bulbous head of his pounding penis toward her small 
defenseless rectal opening. The French teacher pulled back apprehensively, 
but Justin didn't seem to notice as he positioned his hotly swollen 
cock-head against her tiny cringing anus. 

The French teacher finally realized that something was. happening behind 
her. The lust-demented woman had thought that the finger inserted in her 
rectum had been Joel's but now she wondered. 

"Justin?" she whispered in a low urgent voice. 

"Yes, Miss Draper, it's me...." 

Justin was there too! The excited young French teacher's heart quickened 
with a mixture of fear and anticipation. What was he going to do? But still 
she kept sliding up and down, riding the panting redheaded boy beneath her 
with graceful rhythm. 

"Oh gosh, Miss Draper, I... can't last... much longer...." the frantic boy 
sobbed suddenly. His body was on fire and his cock felt as if it were 
swollen to twice its size. He was sure it would explode at any minute, for 
the aching deep in his balls was almost unbearable. But... but what was 
Justin doing? 

Justin heard his twin brother's whimpered moan and knew that he had to hurry 
if he wanted to do what he had in mind. Holding the French teacher's 
succulent ass-cheeks firmly in both hands, he drove the lustfully distended 
shaft of his adolescent cock hard against the small helpless opening of her 
rectum. 

"AAAAAAAAAhhhhhhgggggg...Stop! 

Stop!" Miss Draper wept feebly, desperately trying to wriggle her buttocks 
away from Justin's painful thrusts. But the lewdly impassioned twelve year 
old boy wasn't to be denied, and, with a deep guttural grunt, he slammed 
forward again. This time, through sheer will power, he managed to insert his 
bulbous cock-head up inside her tightly resisting passage. 

For a long moment, Joel, imprisoned by the French teacher's voraciously 
milking pussy, was paralyzed by what was happening. He didn't know for sure 
what it was. He only knew that Justin was hurting his beloved French 
teacher. 

"Stop it! Stop it, Justin! Stop hurting Miss Draper or...or I'll make you!" 

Justin seemed oblivious to Joel's threats as he drove his pile-driving penis 
up into her futilely resisting back passage. But the French teacher heard 
Joel's anguished cries. 

"It... it's all right, Joel darling! Justin...let Justin hurt me. . . it's 
what I deserve...." She didn't know what made her utter those words. She 
only knew that she welcomed this punishment in a crazy kind of way. It 
somehow atoned for what she had decided to do-for the decision she had 
taken. 

Justin continued to force his lust-hardened cock into the tight glove-like 
channel until, finally, he had sunk it to the very hilt in Sylvia's sorely 
split rectum. A surge of pride filled him at the thought of what he was 
doing. Now I'm really a man, he thought, gloatingly, his eyes feasting on 
the sight of his thick rigid cock rimmed by the crinkled edge of her 
salaciously impaled anus. 

The French teacher felt as if she was being torn in two back there. She felt 
this too in a kind of masochistic daze. Justin is paying me back for 
corrupting Joel, just like he tried to do when he sucked my pussy. She 
winced as Justin began to withdraw, feeling all her tender rubbery insides 
being dragged out excruciatingly, but almost right away he began to plunge 
right back up inside again. 

Her warmly constricting rectal depths closed in savagely on his tunneling 
cock, squeezing it almost beyond endurance, but Justin didn't care about 
that. He desperately tried to establish a rhythm, and he could feel Joel's 
cock thrusting through the thin membrane dividing the French teacher's twin 
passages. Heck, they were both fucking her at the same time! He and Joel 
both! 

This realization added to Justin's sadistic pleasure and he tried to force 
his blood-engorged penis in and out in rhythm with the other adolescent cock 
skewering in and out beneath. 

The French teacher, sandwiched between the two boys, felt lewdly titillating 
sensations she hadn't experienced before. It hurt her back there, all right, 
but not in an altogether unpleasant way. Justin was punishing her all right, 
and what better way and time than when she was fucking his twin, Joel half 
to death. It served her right, wanton bitch that she was, and maybe Justin 
would punish her again and again like that. The idea of this happening had a 
peculiar effect on the lust-demented young French teacher. 

She forgot, or at least didn't feel any longer, the searing pain. All she 
felt was the glorious feeling of being made to suffer for what she was 
doing, so she had the pleasure, like no other on earth, of enjoying her 
darling Joel fucking her in front while her darling Justin humiliated her by 
taking her anally at the same time! 

"Oh yessss...that's right, hurt me back there!" 

With wild insane movements, she thrust her flaring buttocks back against 
Justin's relentlessly impaling penis and then swung down again to enclose 
all of Joel's up-thrust boy-penis in her hungrily clutching depths. Carnal 
pleasure suffused her entire body as she was buffeted between the two 
teenagers. Her forever-stretched rectum seemed to dilate to allow easier 
passage to Justin's pistoning cock and permit the twin brothers to screw 
into her as one. 

But little Joel was now nearly frantic. The French teacher couldn't believe 
that he had held out for so long, but she didn't know the superhuman force 
which it took for him to contain himself. But he had wanted to wait just a 
moment longer so he could experience the craziest thing of all-both he and 
Justin fucking the French teacher together. The red-headed boy was amazed 
that Justin was doing it to Miss Draper in the anus, but he was relieved to 
find she wasn't being hurt by it anymore. But, gosh, he couldn't stop it all 
happening to him now! It had gone on so long that his balls would burst if 
he didn't let out. He just had to... . 

"AAAAAAhhhhh...uuuuuuuugggggggnnnnnnnngggg...." And then, the French teacher 
felt little Joel's searing semen flowing up into the farthest recesses of 
her thirstily milking pussy. Greedily her inner walls pulled and tugged on 
his ejaculating young cock, sucking every drop of moisture from it. At the 
same time, she continued to thrust back her buttocks so that her widely 
stretched anus could welcome the other twin's jackhammering penis in full. 

The impassioned French teacher knew that she would never be the same again, 
she knew that she had made a difficult decision but she would do her best to 
control herself during the school year. 

Joel's penis began to slip deflatedly from her wetly tingling cunt now as 
the first waves of orgasmic pleasure washed over her own totally abandoned 
body. Her whole being began to shiver and then was convulsed by spasms of 
uncontrollable lust-explosions. 

"Aaaaaarrrrrrrhhh...oh God, Justin, keep fucking me in the ass, 
darling...keep fucking me...." 

Everything was blotted out then as the writhing French teacher's orgasm 
began to buck and twist her body on the bed, every inch of her was trembling 
and then she felt the first scalding jets of Justin's life-giving sperm 
catapult up into her clasping rectal passage. 

Justin's breath was coming in ragged spurts now as he emptied his white-hot 
cum deep up in to the French teacher's anus. He could hardly believe that he 
and his twin brother had fucked the French teacher together and yet he knew 
it was true. He could hardly believe his erotic pleasure now as wave after 
wave of orgiastic delight rocked his young frame, his red hair bobbing over 
his eyes, his mouth drooling in wanton abandonment. He was a man now, 
finally he was a man and the seductive French teacher had given him his 
manhood. 

He and Joel were united now in a new and entirely different way, in fact the 
three of them were now irrevocably bound together. They couldn't allow the 
French teacher to leave St. 

Patrick's ever, they just couldn't. She couldn't deny them this pleasure now 
that they knew it existed...it just wouldn't be fair! 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Christmas day had come and gone, the boys had been thrilled with their gifts 
and the French teacher had spent the most enjoyable Christmas vacation ever. 

They all knew that it wouldn't be too long before the Headmaster would be 
coming back and each of them secretly longed for time to expand itself so 
that they could all enjoy each other for as long as possible. 

Joel was spending the day with Roger De Camp, a fellow student who lived not 
far from the school and Sylvia Draper and Justin were getting to spend a 
little time alone for the first time. 

At first, Joel had been Sylvia's pet but now she realized that she loved 
them both equally. How could she separate one from the other, they were 
almost identical in looks anyway. 

"Sylvia," Justin said quietly. 

"Yes Justin," Sylvia Draper replied staring into the burning fire in the 
living room grate. 

"I feel, well, I feel...." the embarrassed boy stammered. 

"I know, you feel that I've given Joel more than I've given you. It's true 
but I'll make it up to you now." she smiled sexily. 

Without waiting for any further invitation, Justin stripped off his clothes 
to reveal his anxious cock already jutting out from his red pubic hairs. 

"Mmmmmm...nice and ready," grinned Sylvia Draper lewdly, reaching out to 
stroke his throbbing member with eager fingers. 

"Oh God...Sylvia...your hand feels so fabulous on my prick," the aroused boy 
gasped, his eyes half closing in pleasure. 

The impassioned French teacher stood up now, throwing her housedress off to 
reveal her naked body beneath. "Why don't you stroke my pussy darling," she 
cooed. 

Justin needed no urging, he saw that the French teacher had parted her 
velvet thighs slightly so that he could see the enticing gleam of moist pink 
flesh there. Gingerly, he reached out with his trembling hand and brushed it 
against the quivering split of her obscenely waiting vagina. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm, now that feels nice," Sylvia moaned approvingly, spreading 
her legs a little farther apart. Now Justin could see the tip of her reddish 
rigid clitoris and the faint edges of her pulsating little cuntal hole. He 
began to probe his fingers up into the wet soft flesh, feeling the sensitive 
flanges squirm under his touch. Gradually, he got more courageous and began 
to explore the deeper recesses, getting to know the mysteries of the 
beautiful French teacher's heatedly churning pussy. All the while, Sylvia 
Draper was stroking and fondling his throbbing cock, making it grow under 
her touch, dropping her hand down occasionally to fondle the writhing laden 
sac of his balls. 

"Mmmmmmmmm, now that's getting me hot," the French teacher moaned, "want to 
kiss and suck my breasts?" 

Did he want to, oh boy, groaned Justin as he reached up and began to fondle 
the French teacher's full ripe breasts. He didn't like to stop playing with 
her cunt, but he was dying to get his mouth around those lovely big breasts 
of hers. The nipples looked like big pink jewels and he couldn't wait to get 
the feel of them between his lips. 

He nuzzled his head into the heaving valley of her breasts, inhaling her 
sweet womanly odor, feeling overpowered by the femininity of her. Then he 
lowered his mouth over one ruby-crested nipple and enclosed it greedily 
between his eager lips. Man, it felt good, just like he knew it would! He 
began to suck and pull on it lovingly feeling it harden under his tongue 
while at the same time, his hands kneaded and squeezed the arousedly 
throbbing mounds of both breasts. He kissed and sucked first one and then 
the other until the twin nipples stood up like red glistening spears from 
the white-creaminess of the surrounding flesh. 

Then he knew what he wanted to do next. Hardly hesitating, he bruised his 
lips down on her half-open mouth and felt the exquisite sweetness of her 
lips. He felt her tongue begin to respond to his as it began to swirl around 
inside, twisting and dancing around his own tongue until the two of them 
began to whip up a froth of their commingled saliva. 

The lascivious French teacher's arms reached up now and encircled the young 
boy, she felt a new wave of lustful pleasure rack her body. Justin wasn't as 
innocent as Joel, it was almost as if he was more of a man. She loved the 
feel of his cock pressing against her thigh and the knowledge that it had 
stabbed her rectum filled her with perverse delight. 

"Oh Lord Justin, my cunt's on fire! Fuck me now!" 

Her lewd words of command thrilled the aroused young boy and made him feel 
masterful instead of subservient. . "Put it in then Miss Draper," he hissed 
through passion-clenched teeth. "Put my prick into your hot pussy." 

Without hesitation, the willing young French teacher reached down again and 
grasped the firm young rod between her fingers. She glanced down excitedly 
at it, noting the burgeoning head sheening a faint purplish with a tiny 
speck of cum glistening at the glans opening on the tip. Then she began to 
guide it toward the small quivering opening to her sensually alive body. She 
moaned hoarsely when she felt the first contact between its lustful hardness 
and the delicate tendrils of her own quivering cunt-softness. She began to 
rotate the inflated head around in the moist secretions and then she nudged 
aside the tingling outer folds. 

Justin could hardly hold himself back. It was fabulous...better even than 
fucking her in the anus. But he didn't want to rush it. He wanted to savor 
every fantastic minute of what he was going to do. He held his throbbing 
penis there at the petal-shaped opening to her belly, listening to her 
quickening breathing as desire accelerated inside her. 

God, she looked beautiful lying there, her shimmering black hair curled 
delicately around her beautiful face, and her deep red eyes of her nipples 
gleaming against the white smoothness of her breasts. Her womanly hips 
flared out provocatively as if to display to perfection the wonderful black 
triangle of her pubic "vee". Yes, he and Joel were lucky to have spent the 
Christmas vacation with her and to have had her initiate them into the art 
of loving. 

"Oh God, Justin, fuck me now...I can't wait any longer!" 

Justin stared down at the French teacher now and then without a word, he 
began to force his blood-heavy penis against her anxiously waiting cuntal 
orifice. 

He heard her moan softly and then her entire pussy seemed to flower open to 
admit his relentlessly thrusting cock. He could feel the heated inner walls 
closing in like a satin glove on his palpitating member and he guided it in 
all the way until it was buried to the hilt in her eagerly welcoming belly. 
The edges of her clinging cunt were tight around the base of his cock and 
the red hairs at the bottom of his penis meshed with the fine black strands 
of her pubic curls. He held it aside for a long time, excitement mounting 
surely and steadily inside him, getting ready for the moment when it would 
ignite like a keg of powder and detonate every inch of his burning flesh. 

He flexed his seething member slightly, feeling her responsive shudder 
reverberating the length of her magnificent body, and then he began to 
withdraw his imbedded cock-shaft with infinite slowness. When just the 
burgeoning head was still entrapped by the delicate fluted edges of her 
vaginal hole, he slid forward again until he felt the heavy weight of his 
balls slamming against the upturned crevice of her ass-cheeks and he had 
buried his rigidity to the hilt once more in her hungrily receptive pussy. 

Sylvia Draper hardly knew what to make of this remarkable boy, he was only a 
twelve year old boy she knew and yet he seemed like a mature man, he was 
certainly fucking her with the expertise of one who had done it many times 
and yet she knew that he had been a virgin when he came to her. She like the 
feel of his stiff cock sliding in and out of her orgiastically dilating cunt 
and she like the even strokes with which he fucked her. Yes, she had a lot 
to be thankful for. These two boys, sweet red-headed twins that they were, 
had helped her to forget her pain and sorrow over Nigel's strange 
disappearing act. They wanted her, she had forgotten all about Nigel's 
rejection now, she was wanted and it made her feel good! 

She felt his strong adolescent hips swing back and forth easily as he drove 
his thrusting cock far up into the depths of her eager pussy. She brought up 
her legs so that they circled his back and locked her ankles around him so 
she was clinging to him with a hold of steel. Then she snaked her arms up 
and wrapped them around his neck and pulled him down on her. That way, he 
could feel the hard points of her nipples digging into his chest and also 
their two bodies could swing and rock together easily. Man, it was fabulous 
and Sylvia was fabulous too! 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm, Justin darling. . . you make a wonderful lover!" the aroused 
French teacher crooned as she flexed her pelvis forward and received her 
young lover's hard strokes. Her whole body was tinglingly alive now, but in 
a different way than it had been be fore. This time, it was a more relaxed, 
less frenzied kind of passion-but a passion all the same. 

The French teacher and her lover were so embroiled in their lascivious act 
that they didn't hear a car pull up outside the house and then drive away. 
Fortunately for them, Mr. De Camp, Roger's father didn't come into the house 
with Joel, otherwise all hell would have let loose. Upon arrival at Roger De 
Camp's house it was discovered that his younger sister had developed the 
mumps and Mrs. De Camp, anxious to spare Joel the illness had suggested that 
Mr. De Camp drive him back to the school. Joel was disappointed but not half 
as disappointed as he was when he realized what was going on in the living 
room between his twin-brother Justin and the French teacher. 

The young boy stared into the living room, Justin was fucking Miss Draper 
and Joel edged closer to get a better look at them. He saw Justin's 
thrusting cock sawing in and out of the French teacher's wildly clasping 
cunt and he could see the delicate pink edges of her cunt as his rod 
disappeared inside her. It was so exciting to see and Miss Draper was 
moaning wildly. God! the young boy thought to himself, I'd like to grab hold 
of both of them. Then the thought struck him. Why not? 

Without taking his eyes off his twin-brother's driving penis skewering into 
the French teacher's helplessly aroused cunt, he reached over and grabbed 
the heaving mounds of her breasts, his fingers leaving red marks on the 
tender white flesh. He began to titillate the rock-hard nipples, feeling 
them stiffen even more under his touch. 

Sylvia Draper at once realized what was happening. Joel was home again, for 
some reason. She could feel his excited hand on her breasts, and then she 
wondered if his lovely boy-cock was hard and firm once more. Then, a 
fabulous thought struck her. Yes, that's what she'd do. It was incredible 
and exhilarating being fucked by twelve year old Justin, but it would be 
even better if she could suck Joel off at the same time. 

"Joel? Joel darling?" ' 

"Yes Miss Draper, I'm here...." he moved closer to her with relinquishing 
his grip on her palpitating breasts. 

"Oh honey, I'd love to taste and feel your cock in my mouth! Put your 
beautiful prick in my mouth, won't you? like you did the other day." 

Joel heard her urgent request. Yes, he'd do that. After all, Justin had 
joined in when he was fucking the French teacher before. 

He reached down and grasped his own inflated penis between his thumb and 
forefinger, and looked at it proudly before guiding it toward the French 
teacher's rounded waiting lips. 

"Oh my honey, it's so big and hard already! I can't wait to take it in my 
mouth." 

Expertly, the passionately aroused young French teacher slid her lips over 
the bulbous cock-head, gliding along the whole length of it until it nearly 
reached the back of her throat. Almost immediately, it began to expand in 
her voraciously sucking mouth, and in perverted bliss she timed her lewd 
milking movements to match Justin's quickening thrusts up into her excitedly 
writhing pussy below. Her hand displaced Joel's and grasped his slender rod 
firmly by the base, pressuring that sensitive area over so gently, making 
the lust-intoxicated boy moan with feverish pleasure. Her other hand, 
released from Justin's neck, began to cradle the churning balls as if they 
were precious jewels. 

God, his beautiful young cock tasted so good in her mouth! And she loved the 
sweet smell of him, yes this was sheer bliss. Justin was fucking her 
fantastically in her cunt, while she sucked Joel's delicious penis. What 
more could she ask for? 

Justin realized that he wasn't jealous at all of Joel, next time he'd get 
her to do that for him. He was getting into the swing of fucking her now, 
the only thing he worried about was that he couldn't last. He could see that 
Joel was going out of his mind shoving his cock into her mouth...and the way 
she was yanking at his balls...holy smoke! he thought she would pull them 
off. 

"Oh gosh Miss Draper...Ooooooohhhhhh...." Joel gasped, his face flushing 
even more. There was a deep ache in his testicles, and he felt as if every 
inch of him had been electrified with prods from a branding iron. Gosh, he 
didn't want to cum so soon, but it looked as if he wouldn't be able to help 
himself. The French teacher felt so good licking and sucking his cock that 
he thought it would explode soon if he tried to hold back any longer. 

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh...oh Miss Draper, I'm going 
to...Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhgggghhhhhnnn-nnnmmmmmnnnnn...." 

His slender adolescent hips were battering against the French teacher's 
wildly sucking face, forcing as much of his thrusting penis as possible 
between her slavishly working lips. His balls were churning unbearably as he 
felt the rush of his semen gush along his orgasmically pumping shaft and 
erupt into her hungry milking mouth. 

Man, Justin thought excitedly as he watched, she's going to drink Joel's 
jism! He could hardly believe it, but he saw her cheeks hollowing and 
filling and saw the gulping motion of her Adam's apple. A thrill of 
licentious pleasure coursed through him at the lascivious scene he was 
witnessing. Joel looked as if he had blown his mind, and heck, you couldn't 
blame him! Justin saw a thin trail of cum escape the French teacher's 
tenacious lips and he watched in transfixed fascination as it tricked down 
the corner of her mouth. Man, she really-likes that stuff.... 

Sylvia Draper eagerly gulped the remaining dregs of Joel's sperm...but she 
didn't want his darling penis to leave her mouth. Now, though, she knew it 
was time to give her full attention to the unbelievable fucking that Justin 
was giving her. "Oh God, Justin darling, keep fucking me like that...I love 
the way you fuck me...." 

Her lewdly uttered words were the last straw for the frenziedly pumping boy. 
He couldn't hold back a single second longer. His balls were like lumps of 
lead and his cock was jumping with the need to squirt it all into her cunt. 
He had to! He had to! 

"Oooooooooohh...I'm going to cum, Miss Draper, I'm going to 
cum...CUMMMMMMMMMM---" 

A ripple of licentious excitement shuddered through the French teacher's 
body when she at last felt the first drops of his youthful sperm shooting 
into her waiting vagina. The first time, she had felt it and received it in 
her forever-stretched rectum. Now she was receiving it into her belly, 
minutes after she had sucked his twin-brother's cock dry! Oh God! you're 
depraved... completely wicked, she told herself, but this time the thought 
was not a frightened mortified one, she had accepted what she was...there 
was nothing else she could do about it anymore. 

"Oh yesssss... darling, I'm nearly there too!" 

Her body shuddered and quivered as she felt each deep demanding thrust, and 
then all hell broke loose, or so it seemed. She was mewling uncontrollably, 
her words hoarse and incoherent. Her hips were thrashing wildly and her 
inner cuntal walls were working convulsively as they tried to drain every 
last drop from her young lover's ejaculating penis. 

Justin felt as if the end of the world had come. Man, it was beyond his 
wildest dreams. Far better than when he had fucked her in the anus. For a 
moment he was afraid that she'd yank his cock right off, her cunt seemed so 
strong, but he knew she was just excited out of her mind. Their two bodies 
shook and spasmed together, and the. salaciously aroused boy felt that he 
was irrevocably fused to the beautiful young French teacher. 

The two of them writhed and bucked as Justin's red hot sperm churned into 
her waiting belly. Joel was kissing them both all over now and it was 
difficult to tell one body from the other. 

"You won't ever go away will you," Joel was sobbing passionately now as his 
mouth found once again the passionate French teacher's hardened nipple. 
"Please say you won't leave us." 

"I promise I won't Joel, but we have to keep our love a secret. If anyone 
ever found out about it I would be punished, you know that don't you." 

Sylvia Draper looked into both of the boys' eyes now deeply and knew that 
they would keep their word. Justin thought of the bets he had received and 
that he would lose his allowance for January, but he didn't care. He didn't 
want anyone else, that is other than Joel, to have Miss Draper. She was 
theirs...theirs for as long as they stayed at St. Patrick's. She was right, 
maybe they could write to their parents and ask for private French lessons, 
that way they would get to see her at least once a week in her own rooms. 

"We swear on our honor that we will never tell a living soul," Justin said 
solemnly, his cock still deeply imbedded inside the French teacher's 
delicious pussy. 

"Yes, we swear," Joel grinned, lifting his head for one moment from her 
quivering breast. 

"Oh boys I do love you, oh how I love you," the French teacher giggled 
delightfully ruffling their red-heads in unison...suddenly realizing how 
fulfilled and happy she was and that they would continue this way for as 
long as they wanted. "Oh how I love you, my darling boys!" 


THE END
