Teacher's Party
by Elizabeth Watson
(LLP-657)


CHAPTER ONE 

It had been an unusually harsh winter that year, and blonde Susan Slater 
wondered if it would ever end. Even as the temperature started climbing and 
the trees started budding, there was snow on the ground all through April. 

All that had changed now. She maneuvered her small Honda along the lonely 
Massachusetts road, traveling farther and farther away from her home in 
Boston, delighting in the sights and smells of the late spring, made all the 
more pleasing because of the last winter. 

Susan loved spring. The increase of warmth allowed her to lower her car 
window, letting the racing air whip through her full, shoulder-length hair. 
She knew she shouldn't do something like that. After all, she had to look 
her best when she talked to Randy Wilkens in just a little while. Jobs were 
hard to get, and she knew she would have to make the best impression on this 
man possible, even though she had been assured by her college that 
everything was taken care of. 

She found it hard to actually believe in her good fortune. She had wanted to 
teach music in the schools ever since she could remember. Before she went to 
college, she was certain that as long as she practiced hard and did her very 
best, she would be able to fulfill her life's goal. 

After she had gotten into college though, things began to happen all across 
the country. Money was getting tight everywhere, and schools were cutting 
back on those things they considered "Non-essential courses." Art classes 
had been the first to be dropped, and by the time Susan had become a 
sophomore she could see the hand writing on the wall. Things might improve 
in the future, perhaps after she had been out of college for a couple of 
years, but in the mean time, she might have to take some job she hated while 
she waited for the improvement. 

She carefully watched educational trends all through her junior year, seeing 
that things were not getting better. If anything, they were getting worse. 
First the public schools were cutting back, and then many private schools. 
Everyone offered the same reason for letting music teachers, art teachers 
and other so called non-essential professionals go. Lack of money. Susan 
didn't think it was fair. She had worked so hard, practiced so much, 
increased her skill to such a fine point that she was convinced that when 
her time came, she would be able to find a teaching job with little trouble. 

Realization that she might have a hard time came when she learned that her 
old music teacher had been fired after twenty years of teaching in the same 
school. That had been in the dead of the last winter, and the season matched 
Susan's mood at the time. 

All that had changed now. She had been asked, almost pleaded with, to take 
charge of a young orchestra, one that was being formed from the players of 
an all-girl school and an all boy school. Susan's advisor in college had 
known that Susan would be perfect for the job, and while Susan knew that the 
money she got for her services would be less than she'd hoped for, it would 
be a start. She would get the references she needed, the experience she had 
to have and the joy she had been seeking all her life. She would be working 
with children, and talented ones at that. As winter became spring, Susan's 
life looked as though it was doing a complete turn-around from dispair to 
happiness. 

She knew very little about what she was supposed to do. All the details 
would be taken care of in her conference with Randy. As she finished her 
drive and pulled her small car into the parking lot, she checked herself in 
the rear-view mirror. She smiled slightly as she noticed that her hair was 
indeed a mess, though strangely attractive in that state. She fished through 
her purse for her hair brush and passed it through her hair several times, 
making sure the center part was clean and sharp. She never wore make-up, her 
pert face naturally lovely without it. Her hazel eyes took in the radiant 
beauty of her fresh young look, made all the more fresh by the change of 
seasons. After straightening out her white cotton blouse, she stepped from 
the car, standing for a moment in the patch of sunlight that bathed her 
parking place. It felt good to be able to stand outside without having to 
wear a heavy coat against the chilling winter winds. The gentle breeze that 
existed now billowed her skirt slightly, causing it to rise upward along her 
trim, lush-looking thighs, revealing even more of her sensual beauty. The 
sensation of the air wafting against her upper legs caused an excited 
tingling sensation to ripple through her body, and she felt more and more 
excited about the coming year with every step she took toward the modern 
looking school. 

She tried to calm her mind down some. It wouldn't do to appear too anxious, 
she knew. She wanted to look mature and calm for Randy, and even though her 
heart was pounding in her chest, she preserved her out-ward calm look. 

Just as she arrived at the front door of the school, the bell rang, and she 
was suddenly caught in a screaming yelling crowd of young boys being 
dismissed for the day. They, like herself, seemed to be caught up in the 
wonderful change of seasons, and for a moment, seemed to take no notice of 
her as she stood in the door way and watched them disperse in the school 
yard. 

When she took several steps into the building, though, she found that some 
of the boys, especially the younger ones, were actually avoiding her. 
Several groups who were engaged in conversation saw her and stopped talking, 
while they looked at her as though she were a leper. She tried to make 
friendly conversation with one little boy by asking him where the school 
office was, but he trembled as she approached. 

Susan knew that there were no female teachers in this school, and she began 
to wonder if that might have something to do with this strange behavior. She 
had never had any problem with children before, and she hoped that this was 
not some sort of omen of how things were going to be going for her in the 
future. She believed that she would have to make friends with the children 
she would be working with, and that wouldn't be possible if all of them were 
going to be afraid of her. 

She managed to find the office without the help of the little boy, and she 
entered the sterile white room, seeing the secretary behind the desk, 
getting ready to leave. 

"Uh . . . excuse me," Susan said, standing in front of the desk. "I'm here 
to see Mr. Wilkens." 

The secretary, an old haggard lady, looked up at Susan with a scowl on her 
face. "May I have your name please," she said, the tone in her voice letting 
Susan know that this old lady was going to be none too friendly. 

"Susan Slater," the young blonde said, forcing a smile in the hopes that she 
would be able to cut through the secretary's icy frown. It didn't work, 
though. The secretary continued to be unfriendly. 

"Susan Slater to see you, sir," she said into the office intercom, never 
once taking her eyes off Susan's body. 

"Send her in," Susan heard Randy say. 

Susan thanked the secretary and walked through the heavy wooden door. 

"Well.. . well, well," a young looking man said as he came to a standing 
position behind his desk to greet Susan. "So you're Susan Slater. I've heard 
so much about you, I thought I knew everything there was to know. They never 
told me that you were so lovely." 

His smile was warm and friendly, and as Susan took his extended hand, she 
found a thrill in the powerfulness of his grip. For a moment, Susan was 
'cascaded into the world of her memories. Even though Randy, Mr. Wilkens she 
corrected herself, looked to be in his late thirties, his manner and 
handsome looks reminded her so much of Larry Stopard, her boy-friend from 
high school, that she was certain Mr. Wilkens could pass for Larry's father 
without too much trouble. 

"Sit down, sit down," Randy told her, his eyes twinkling as they rested here 
and there along Susan's lush, ripe body. 

Susan did as he asked, gracefully crossing her left leg over her right, 
making her skirt hem rise nearly all the way to mid-thigh. It was an action 
she did without thinking, and she was so excited about getting this job that 
she never noticed Randy's eyes fixing on the expanse of cream-white flesh 
exposed by her position. He took his seat behind his desk, noting that, as 
he sat down, he could gaze at Susan's legs all the way up to her black nylon 
panties, contrasting sharply with her alabaster flesh. He stared long and 
hard at her covered pussy, mentally removing her panties and envisioning the 
soft, golden triangle of her cunt. Even though Randy was married, his wife 
was not nearly as lovely as this young college coed, and with all the other 
teachers at the school being men, Susan was something he didn't get to see 
all that often. 

Finally he came out of his trance. He was glad that he was sitting behind 
his desk. As soon as Susan had sat down, his cock began swelling, and he 
could feel it pressing painfully against his pants. He'd never be able to 
hide an erection like that. 

"I'm really worry you had to drive out here," he said. "Most of what I have 
to say could have been taken care of over the phone." 

"What do you mean?" Susan asked, suddenly fearing that she might not have 
the job on which she had placed all her hopes. 

"Well, you know, things like how we expect to get organized, what we expect 
from you, important things, but mostly conversation." 

The fact of the matter was, Randy was very glad Susan had come out. Talking 
to her wouldn't have been as much fun as looking at her. Even as he spoke, 
he let his eyes travel from her shapely thighs to her blouse. He noticed 
that she wasn't wearing a bra, that her full, luscious-looking breasts were 
firm and well-rounded without artificial confinement. Her clothing, while 
not too tight, was close fitting enough so he could see the cherry-sized 
nipples of her sensuous globes pressing against her thin material. Her soft, 
delicate hands were resting casually in her lap, and Randy was certain that 
just feeling her slender fingers circling around the hardened expanse of his 
blood-swollen penis would really set him off. Oooooohhh . . . but he wanted 
to fuck her right then and there. His wife was sure going to get a screwing 
when he got home whether she wanted it or not. She usually didn't. 

Time passed very quickly as Randy told Susan what the school had in mind. 
With money being tight everywhere, both his school, and the all girl school 
less than a mile away, had decided that they would combine their orchestras 
and put on the yearly concert. For some strange reason, neither director of 
the orchestra had felt capable enough to handle a situation like that, and 
both schools had gotten together, scraped up enough money to hire an 
outsider to handle the arrangements, and looked through the local colleges 
for someone who could use the experience. 

"When we got your file from the college," Randy said, "we knew we had found 
what we were looking for." 

"I hope I won't disappoint you," Susan said, her lovely face beaming with 
hope and happiness. 

"I'm sure you won't," Randy smiled, fixing his gaze on her lovely lips. 
Damn! Having them locked tightly around his penis would be so wonderful. If 
he played his cards right, getting into this little cunt might be well worth 
having his wife pissed off at him. He couldn't remember the last time he had 
had a really good fuck. Too long, that was for sure. 

"Now, do you have any questions?" Randy asked her. "I realize that this is 
something a little new for you." 

"Yes, it is rather new," Susan agreed. "But I really can't think of 
anything.. . Will the concert be given here?" 

"Yes it will," Randy informed her. "We have the larger auditorium of the two 
schools. We're hoping for a sell out crowd, which means bringing in more 
people than just the parents of the students." 

"Well, I'll do my best to see that that happens," Susan said as she came to 
a standing position. To Randy's slight dismay, her skirt slid down her 
smoothly fleshed legs to her knees, removing from his view the pleasing 
sight of her panties. "I wonder if I might be able to see the auditorium," 
Susan asked suddenly. "I'd like to get the feel of the place." 

"Fine," Randy said. "I'd love to show it to you, but I really have to get 
home." To my fucking wife, he added thoughtfully. Well, there'll be plenty 
of other opportunities with this one. "It's on this floor. Go out the office 
door, turn to your right and walk to the end of the hall. The door is 
unlocked, and as far as I know, there's no one in there." 

"Thank you," she said, so happy that things were working out she failed to 
notice Randy's eyes roaming over her body. 

She found the auditorium with no trouble. As Randy had said, it was empty, 
and her footsteps echoed through the huge room. The stage, though smaller 
than her college's, was more than adequate for what she had in mind. She 
didn't know how many children she would be working with. She realized that 
she should have asked Randy about that, but she would find out tomorrow, 
when everyone got together for the first rehearsal. 

She took a seat in the front row, hearing in her mind the pleasing sounds of 
the music she would have the orchestra perform. She was convinced that she 
would have them play Beethoven's Fifth Symphony. If there was anything that 
would bring in as many people as possible, it was the grand master of music, 
and the symphony was so good that it would be impossible to ruin, even by 
the least skilled of players. While Susan knew that she would be working 
with talented children, she had no illusions about them. She would not be 
working with the Boston Symphony Orchestra. That was for damn sure! 

As she sat in the front seat, she tried to envision what the auditorium 
would look like on the night of the concert, but that thought just wouldn't 
jell. 

What did form in her mind was Randy Wilkens and how much he reminded her of 
Larry Stopard. 

And then she forgot all about Randy Wilkens and fixed all her attention of 
Larry. She thought she had forgotten all about him, but being here in the 
auditorium brought her memories flooding back through her mind, as though 
everything had happened the day before. 

It had been in high school, in an auditorium very much like this one. Susan 
and Larry were both seniors, graduating in about a month. They had seen a 
great deal of each other over the four years they went to classes together. 
While Larry had dated some other girls, and Susan had dated a few other 
boys, the closeness that they formed with each other was something that 
would never be. broken. 

Or so they had thought. 

Susan could remember that night so clearly now as she sat in the front row 
of the empty auditorium. Larry was a half-back for the school team, Susan 
was the lead violinist, and the two of them were certain that they would be 
going to college together to further their careers. 

Susan played her very best for the concert that night, occasionally looking 
into the audience and seeing Larry sitting as close to the front as he 
could. He never missed her concerts, even though he had told her many times 
that he did not especially like the music she played. Of course, that worked 
both ways. She never missed a football game, even though she did not 
understand a thing about it. 

After the concert, while the other players were putting away their 
instruments, Susan watched hopefully. Larry had promised to take her to an 
expensive restaurant later, sort of a celebration of her being accepted into 
a college not far from Boston, their home. 

As time passed, though, Larry didn't show up. One by one, the other members 
of the orchestra left, wishing Susan good luck and saying that they would 
see her in school the next day. 

Finally, she was all alone, and she couldn't understand what had happened to 
Larry. She was certain she had seen him in the audience. What could have 
happened to him in the twenty feet from the front row to the back stage? 

Finally, while she was putting her violin away and trying to think of what 
she should do, she heard a faint clapping. 

Lifting her head, she saw Larry, almost hiding behind the curtains. 

"LARRY!" she exclaimed. "Where have you been? I was getting so worried about 
you." 

"I. . . I had some business to take care of," he told her, his usual smile 
missing from his strikingly handsome face. "I'm afraid we won't be able to 
celebrate tonight. Or ever, for that matter." 

There were times when Larry liked to play little jokes, but there was 
something about his tone of voice that caused a chill to race through 
Susan's evening gown-clad body. She couldn't remember a time when Larry had 
looked so somber. 

"What's the matter?" she said, bracing herself for the worst. 

Larry took several steps toward her and held her in his arms. While they had 
kissed and petted from time to time, she was feeling in him something 
different than she had ever felt before. His hands began moving up and down 
her bare back as his lips pressed tightly against hers. She could sense in 
that moment that something was wrong. Very wrong. 

She pulled her face away from him and gazed deeply into his boyish brown 
eyes. 

"I've been accepted in college," he said. "As a matter-of-fact, I've been 
offered a football scholarship." 

"But. . . but that's what you wanted," she said, still not understanding 
what the matter was. 

"I know, but I've been accepted at the University of Southern California. I 
was talking to the scout tonight after the concert. He'd come all the way to 
the East coast here just to see me, and my parents told him that I was here. 
After the concert, he and I had a talk. He wants me to come out there as 
soon as I can to start practicing with the team. I have to leave tomorrow 
afternoon." 

It took a few moments for what he was telling her to really sink in. She 
stared at him long and hard, making sure he wasn't just teasing her. 

"That.. . that means we won't be going to college together," she said 
softly, beginning to realize that all her plans for the future were for 
naught. 

"It means more than that," he told her. "We won't even be able to graduate 
from high school together. Practice at USC starts well before finals here 
do. I'll be taking my tests out there." 

They looked at each other. Susan was fighting to hold back tears of 
unhappiness. She had never once thought that things would not be the way she 
and Larry thought they would be, but there was nothing she could do about 
this turn of events. On one hand, she was glad for Larry. Playing football 
in college was very important to him. He wanted to be a professional some 
day, and he would have to play for a decent college to make that happen. 

But she was unhappy for herself. She wished that he could have played for a 
nearby college. He had applied to several, but apparently nothing had come 
of them. 

"I shouldn't even be back here," he told her in a voice that was barely 
audible. "I really have to go home and pack. Everything happened so fast 
that I'll just barely be able to get some clothes together. Mom's washing 
them now. But I had to say good-bye to you before I left." 

They looked at each other in silence for a very long time. They had become 
so close during their four years that Susan felt as though she was losing 
her right arm. 

"Hold me," she whispered. "Hold me tight." 

Larry complied, running his hands lightly over her satin smooth back as he 
searched through his mind for something to say. 

In that moment, Susan could feel herself growing up . . . becoming a woman. 
She had never known what it was like to lose someone she loved, but she was 
feeling a pain now that she was certain would never get over. 

She trembled as she pressed her body tightly against Larry's, her breasts 
flattening against his muscular chest. Even though they had been dating and 
petting for years, they had never gone all the way with each other. Now, 
Susan was convinced that they never would. 

* * * 

And then she had a thought.. . a thought that had come to her many times, 
but one that she was almost afraid to bring out in the open. She and Larry 
would never see each other again. There had to be a better ending to this 
friendship than a hug and a kiss! There had to be! 

"Larry," she breathed into his ear. "We can still celebrate." 

She heard Larry's chuckle of resignation. "We don't really have time for 
dinner now," he said. 

"I wasn't thinking about dinner," she told him as she pulled away from him. 

"Then what?" he asked. 

Susan smiled at him for a moment, and then indicated that he should follow 
her. She lead him to the small lounge back stage and sat on the couch. She 
settled herself down, leaning back on her elbows. The slit of her gown 
parted as she crossed her legs sensually, exposing her thighs all the way to 
the panties she wore. She patted the cushion next to her, indicating that 
Larry should sit down. 

Larry was taken back for a moment. He thought he knew what she had in mind, 
but he wasn't sure. He would hate to make a fool of himself by thinking one 
thing and then finding that he was wrong. 

Susan couldn't believe the feelings that were running through her as she 
looked at Larry looking back at her. All the other times they had petted, 
they both seemed to know where to stop. This time, Susan was determined that 
she would go all the way with Larry. She would offer him a going away 
present that he would never forget. She would give him her hymen. 

As soon as she convinced herself that she could go through with it, she 
found that she was getting more excited than she had ever been. Larry would 
make her a total woman. He would be the first man to make love to her. 

She could feel the first tiny dewdrops of moisture seeping from her tingling 
vaginal lips and soaking her tight fitting panties, staining them darkly. 
She smiled as she saw that Larry was beginning to understand what she had in 
mind. His cock was swelling, tenting the cloth of his pants, and she gasped 
slightly as she thought of having his hot hardness plunging through her 
cuntal folds and making her whole. 

"I.. . I want you to make love to me," she said softly, quickly, before she 
lost the courage. She had read many things about a woman's first time, and 
she was determined that she would be everything Larry could want, for only 
by being that way could she herself feel total fulfillment. 

Larry's breath hitched in his throat as he continued to stand in front of 
her, ignoring her hand patting the couch. His eyes widened as she reached 
behind her dress and pulled down the zipper. The front of her dress fell to 
her waist, exposing her large full breasts and their ripe pink nipples. 

"God! You're . . . you're lovely," he hissed. 

Even though he had massaged her breasts several times in the past, his hands 
had always been separated from her creamy white flesh by either her blouse 
or bras that she would wear. 

This time, he knew that he would be fucking her completely, and he hoped 
that he would be everything she wanted. Like Susan, Larry had never made 
love. 

Susan seemed to be in more control than Larry. She could see that he was a 
little confused, and she was determined that she would end that. She stood 
up from the couch and removed the rest of her gown, standing before him 
clothed only in her cum-soaked panties. Then, biting on her lower lip, she 
slithered out of the skimpy nylon garment, exposing herself completely to 
Larry's slightly confused gaze. 

Larry managed to collect his thoughts after a moment and reached out to her, 
taking her in his muscular arms and pressing his lips tightly against hers 
as he lowered her back onto the couch. She arched up and curled her arms 
around him to pull him down on her, and one of his legs jammed tightly 
between her open thighs. She was wonderfully supple and soft, and her 
voluptuous body was glued against his as though she were a part of him. She 
wanted to merge with him, to become one with him. 

Her thigh moved up against his groin, scraping against his painfully erect 
penis as he ground his lips hungrily into hers. He could feel the wetness of 
the seminal fluid that was seeping from the lust-swollen tip of his aching, 
hard cock. It smeared against his leg inside his trousers and he wondered if 
she could feel the dampness through the material. He sure as hell knew he 
could feel her cuntal emissions through his pants. 

Her thigh continued massaging against him, exciting him more and more until 
he thought he would explode. His blood-engorged penis was jerking now, and 
he hoped he wouldn't cum at the increasing pressure. 

Larry thrust his tongue far into her mouth, and delighted as she sucked and 
gently bit on it, nibbling with her sharp, white, even teeth, creating 
electric chills that ran up and down the length of his spine. To escape for 
a moment the overpowering teasing sensation, the aroused young high school 
senior pulled his lips away and placed his cheek against Susan's hair, 
hoping that he would be able to do everything correctly. He wasn't sure if 
he loved Susan or not, just as he wasn't sure if she loved him. Perhaps the 
closeness they felt for each other would have developed into love had they 
been able to go to college together. Perhaps they would have married and 
lived happily ever after. Anything could have been possible. 

But now none of that was possible. They were going to share their last 
moments together, tightly locked in passionate embrace, each giving and 
receiving the totality of their shared feelings for each other. If it wasn't 
love, it would have to do. 

Larry became aware that Susan was quivering beneath him, and that her thighs 
had parted even more and were pressing impatiently on either side of his 
hips. 

"Larry? Do you . . . do you want to fuck me?" she asked in a demure voice, 
her breath coming deep, her full rounded breasts heaving and falling with 
every lung full of air she took. 

"Yes! God, yes," he answered, her words exciting him more than he would have 
thought possible. 

"I. . . I want to hear you say it," she breathed lightly into his ear. "I 
want to hear you tell me that." 

"I want to fuck you, Susan," he said. "I want to fuck you." 

This was the moment of truth, and Susan knew it. In spite of all that had 
happened in the last fifteen minutes or so, she knew that if she asked him 
to leave, he would, and without questioning her. 

But she didn't want him to leave. She herself had become so passionately 
aroused that for her, there was no turning back. She wondered if Larry were 
as aroused as she was. 

"Oh God!" she moaned, nearly throwing him from her passionately squirming 
body. "Get your clothes off. Hurry. I want to see you naked." 

Neither Susan nor Larry gave any thought as to where they were. As far as 
they were both concerned, they were alone on a desert island. There wasn't 
another human for thousands of miles. The world existed for just the two of 
them. 

Quickly, Larry rose from the couch and began taking off his clothes. A 
strange mounting excitement rippled over him as he dropped his pants and 
shorts to the floor and stood over Susan as she lay nakedly back and waiting 
on the couch, his cock standing out in full erection in front of him. 

Susan lifted herself slightly and altered her position, allowing her totally 
naked body to present itself in full view of Larry's roaming eyes. She 
looked up at him standing starkly naked above her, and her eyes zeroed in on 
his long, hard penis jutting proudly from his hairy loins. For a moment, her 
mouth went dry with her increased arousal at seeing him like this. Then she 
said, "it's lovely, Larry. Your penis is so beautiful. I want it. I want it 
deep inside me, twisting around in my cunt. Oh God! I want you to fuck me!" 

Never before had Susan said anything like this to anyone, but somehow, the 
words seemed so natural now that neither she nor Larry noticed anything 
strange about them. 

Larry was as eager as she was to feel her cunt around his cock, and he 
lowered his naked muscular frame next to her on the huge couch, pulling her 
tightly against him. He moved one hand down along the back of her smooth 
body to her well rounded buttocks, perfectly developed despite her age, and 
cupped their beautifully shaped firmness. Her naked young body was warm and 
soft against his as she raised her face to him and locked her mouth to his 
lips, her hand squeezing between their bodies, groping toward his iron-hard 
penis. 

Larry could not stifle his gasp of delight as her cool fingers closed around 
his lust-stiffened hardness, and he pressed his head forward to moistly 
return her passionate kiss. Her steaming feminine odor was maddening, a 
sensual heat he had never known from her before, one that reminded him of 
dark, jungle glades. The now panting young woman crushed the full length of 
her velvety body against his well-muscled frame and ground her pelvis 
tightly against him. Then she twisted almost frantically and pulled him over 
on top of her, opening her legs wide and inviting him to come between them. 

In mounting excitement Susan crushed Larry to her and ran her hands 
searchingly up and down his hard young body, eagerly exploring all over him. 
She wished she had done this before with him, so she would know better what 
he liked and how to give it to him. But she realized that there was no time 
to be wasted with thought. There was no doubt in her young mind that she 
wanted him to fuck her. Even though she had no experience with total sex 
before, she trusted Larry enough to know that she would love what he was 
going to do to her. If her feelings now were any indication of how she would 
feel a little later, when he finally made that first thrust with his cock up 
into her tight, virgin cunt, she knew that she was about to be sent to 
heaven with sheer bliss. 

She could feel his hot thick penis resting against her thighs, pressing into 
the narrow hair-lined crevice of her vaginal slit. She arched her body for a 
moment, levering both her and Larry up off the couch with the strength of 
her back, and reached down under her buttocks with both hands, pulling her 
now wetly throbbing pussy lips slowly apart, giving his penis greater 
contact with her moist, sensitive flesh. Then she relaxed, dropping her 
nakedly quivering body back onto the couch, Larry's rigid penis trapped 
tightly between her thighs. 

Susan was becoming more and more proud of herself as the seconds quickly 
passed. She was glad that she was able to drop all inhibitions she might 
have otherwise had. She didn't understand all of what she was doing, other 
than the fact that she was following her instincts to the fullest. She was 
glad that she was able to do this. The new pressure of his cock in her 
cuntal slit like this shot pin wheels of delight through her moistly aroused 
pussy. She shivered with increased delight as she felt him slip his hands 
beneath her softly rounded shoulders, and then ran them down the soft curves 
of her spine, moving almost imperceptibly as she undulated her naked body up 
against him in a slow teasing rhythm. Her taught muscles rippled sinuously, 
indicating the powerful strength hidden in her lush, young form. The cords 
of her thighs tensed against his hips, and she knew that she would find even 
more strength later on, when he actually entered her with his stalwart cock. 

"Ooohhh.. . GOD! You feel.. . so.. . good . . . " she whispered, and 
squirmed her smooth flat belly close up to him. Her nails scratched slowly 
across his back, leaving small red welts in their wake. 

Larry pushed his hands farther down beneath her, once again cupping her soft 
warm ass-cheeks in the palms of his hands as he pulled her naked vaginal 
plane up tighter against him. He undulated his body slowly, sliding his 
hardened shaft of flesh up and down her wide-spread slit, feeling her 
growing hotter and wetter with each passing second. Susan's hips began a 
more desperate rotation up against his loins. She had known that making love 
would be a lot more exciting then merely petting, but she hadn't known how 
much more exciting. The newness of this totality, and the knowledge that 
this was only the beginning filled her with a passion she would never have 
dreamed existed, and without warning, her legs snaked out wide on either 
side of Larry and her calves locked tightly against the backs of his thighs, 
pulling him as tight to her as she humanly could. 

"Oooooohhh . . . now . . . now . . . fuck me now. .she moaned into his 
mouth, her eyes clenched tightly shut, her pelvis grinding with a savage 
impatience. 

The gasping young man started to move, this being as new to him as it was to 
her, but Susan beat him to it. Her hand came down between their merged 
bodies and circled around his madly throbbing cock, guiding it between the 
hair-rimmed lips of her lust-moistened cunt. Larry groaned above her as he 
felt her slither his cock-head up and down between her legs, pressing it 
into the soft, warm flesh there, parting her silken, golden pussy hair with 
the pulsing blood-filled tip of his penis. The blonde cuntal down grazed 
teasingly against the tip of it, bringing it to an even greater hardness 
until it ached from the blissful pressure. 

Larry knew that he couldn't wait another moment. 

Wildly aroused, the young man flicked his hips forward with a sudden 
powerful thrust that drove his thick rigid cock into the hotly gaping mouth 
of Sudan's pussy with a flesh-splitting force. In one joyous burst, he 
fucked his searing hardness all the way along her vaginal sluice, tearing 
her hymen and nudging the head of his penis tightly against the ring of her 
sensitive cervix. "AAAAAAHHH!! " 

Susan had never felt anything like this in her whole life. The strange 
mixture of pain and pleasure at the same time was something she hadn't 
thought of before. She knew that the pain of her torn hymen would go away 
soon, and she would be left with no other sensation than that of his huge, 
hard penis filling her body to the very brim. She could feel her tight 
cuntal sheath slip wetly around his rampant penis, and she instinctively 
controlled her vaginal muscles to make it all the tighter. 

True to her beliefs, the pain of her torn hymen disappeared, and she could 
better sense the sensation of his long thick cock pushing warmly up into her 
eagerly waiting cunt. She almost felt too tight at first, but the knowledge 
that her vagina was filled with a penis, a real cock, caused her to become 
all the wetter and slippery from her cuntal secretions. Her stretched 
vaginal walls became more sensitive as well, and she could feel his deeply 
planted hardness throb with the heated blood that made it hard. 

Larry began to fuck in and out of her then. In his excitement, he fucked 
forward like a bull, his cum-filled testicles slapping below him, totally 
lost in the incredible pleasure she was experiencing from her first fuck. 
She could sense Larry's own excitement increasing, and delighted as she 
noticed that he was fucking into her harder and tighter. 

Larry reveled for a moment in what was happening to him. Despite all the 
times he and Susan had petted, he never really thought that he would ever 
get a chance to fuck her. And planting his penis deep into her cunt had been 
the farthest thing from his mind when he had come back stage to say good 
bye. Like Susan, he was delighting in the total sensations of his first 
sexual experience, and he knew that, no matter how long he lived, he would 
never experience anything as good and pleasurable as this. 

Larry began fucking his thick fiery cock like a madman into the voluptuously 
squirming flesh beneath him. Susan strained back now, arching her hungry 
loins up at him, lifting them both a few inches off the old couch with the 
strength of each of her answering upward thrusts. She moaned ceaselessly 
beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his hips as 
she worked her moist pussy up and down his long rigid cock in the chanting 
rhythm of intercourse as old as man. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head 
flailing from side to side on the cushion of the couch in blissful, wild 
abandon. 

"Oooooohhh . . . it's good . . . it's good . . . it's good!" she chanted, 
not really hearing what she was saying, but uttering those words that flowed 
into her mind. Then she remembered something she had read not long before, 
something that, when she had read it, hadn't made any sense. 

It made sense to her now, though, and she wanted to try it to see if it was 
as good as the article said. 

"Larry . . . Larry . . . shove your finger in my ass! I want you to fuck me 
in the ass with your linger!" she gasped between her lover's hard driving 
thrusts. 

At first Larry couldn't believe that she had said something like that. He 
had never heard of anything, like that, but she repeated her request when 
she found him hesitating. 

"Please. Please shove your finger up my ass!" 

This time there was no doubt in Larry's mind. He reached down between her 
nakedly thrashing buttocks as he continued to fuck in and out of her wetly 
clasping cunt. His hand explored the deep crevice with the tip of his 
outstretched middle finger for her tight little anus. 

And then he found it! 

A small rivulet of warm moisture was running down in the damp crevice 
between her buttocks from her cunt above where his long hard penis was 
fucking into her. It had moistened the tightly puckered hole, lubricating it 
as he probed experimentally with his fingertip. He pushed harder, feeling 
her anal passage give a little, and then suddenly the elastic nether ring 
gave way completely and his finger slid in up to the first knuckle. 

The twice impaled young blonde girl jumped forward, almost crawling on her 
back to escape the first wave of pain. Like the tearing of her hymen, this 
action brought her both pain and pleasure at the same time. She had been a 
virgin in both her passages before the day began, and now she was totally a 
woman. 

She gritted her teeth, determined that she could stand the sensations, 
knowing that they would soon not pain and pleasure combined, but just 
pleasure. She began screwing her frantically squirming buttocks back on his 
impaling finger until it was sunk into her ass up the palm of his hand. He 
jiggled his finger inside, rotating it around in her warm, rubbery rectum. 
Through the thin wall that separated her tight young cunt from her anus, he 
could feel the underside of his own cock fucking in and out of her vaginal 
passage, and he began to match the rhythm with his extended finger, 
skewering her between the two as she groaned under him. His fingernail 
momentarily caught on the tender flesh of her rectum and she jerked, but 
then she recaptured the rhythm, opening her legs wider over the couch to 
give him greater access to his ravishing of her loins. 

The excited young man could reel his pulsating cock growing and expanding 
inside her wetly clasping cunt until he thought it would burst from the 
inexpressible pleasure building up in his testicles as they slapped against 
her naked trembling buttocks below. The pleasure was just too incredibly 
intense and he knew he couldn't hold back much longer. He hoped that she 
would cum soon. To excite her as much as he could, he rose a little higher 
on her so that the top side of his cock was scraping her clitoris with every 
long stroke. 

"Oh . . . oh . . . oh . . . oh . . . " she chanted out, digging her nails 
into his sides. Her fingers slid lower and desperately clutched at his 
nakedly pumping buttocks in her attempt to pull him even deeper into her. 
Her passion wracked body twitched and thrashed beneath his long, smooth 
strokes, her face contorted with lust, her mouth working, her nostrils 
flared, and soft deep moans coming from her throat. Larry could feel her 
warmly quivering cuntal flesh holding him in, sucking and pulling at his 
hot, nearly bursting cock. 

He rammed into her from his very toes went the last inch of his thickness 
plundering into her wildly clasping pussy, wringing a fresh moan of utter 
delight from her lips with each new thrust, making her eyes open to stare up 
at him with a lust-glazed look. 

"Oooooohhh . . . ahhhhhhhh . . . wonderful. . . wonderful. . . oooooohhh . . 
. " she gasped and raised her smooth rounded buttocks up off the couch to 
give him more leverage as he fucked into her with all the strength of his 
hips and thighs. His loins moved in and out of her nakedly gyrating pelvis, 
aiming at the hot clasping chasm in the center, fitting and refitting with 
strong muscular regularity. 

Despite the shortness of his own breath, the thought that he was actually 
fucking a woman for the first time in his life spurred him on. He watched 
her face, glorying in his ability to draw different expressions of passion 
from it while he moved over her, employing every ounce of strength he had 
developed on the football field. 

By now, Larry's loins were aflame, consumed with a fiercely burning desire 
which swept through him in great gusts of passion and pleasure. He gasped 
and quivered as he fucked into the curvaceously writhing female body below, 
reveling in the sensation of her flesh, her supple, young flesh, and her 
total sensuality. 

"Oooooohhh . . . ooohhh . . . harder.. . harder . . . fuck me . . . fuck me 
. . . " she chanted, her desire at this moment totally insatiable. She never 
dreamed that sex could be so wonderful, and with the last vestiges of her 
reason, she cursed herself for having put it off for so long. She begged and 
pleaded, gasping as if she had burst her throat. She knew that she was 
nearing climax, and her body started to become something demonic, her legs 
spread out wide as she twisted and contorted, urging him on. Larry was 
amazed at how hot her body felt and watched in amazement as she whipped her 
head wildly from side to side, her mouth open in her complete abandonment. 
She swung her thighs up and clasped his powerful waist in a vise-like grip, 
pulling him deeper and deeper into her convulsing young cunt with each 
powerful thrust of his loins. The handsome young man made one last mighty 
stab into her wetly seething vagina and finally allowed his white hot 
seminal fluid to surge deep into her belly. 

"Ooohhh . . . Christ. . . I'm cumming, Susan . . . I'm cumming . . . ooohhh 
. . . aarrgghhh!" he moaned. 

Susan groaned beneath him as she felt the warm searing flood of his hot 
liquid sperm jetting deep up into the waiting depths of her vagina. 

At the same moment, she herself screamed out, her tautened buttocks reacting 
to the explosion filling her raging belly and loins. Her head was flailing 
wildly in her first bliss and her blonde hair whipped from side to side in a 
soft cloud. A delicious warmth spread through the whole inside of her semen 
filled belly, a warmth that rapidly became a billowing ball of flame that 
made her cum again. It went on a seeming eternity, but finally Larry gave 
one last groan and collapsed on her heaving body. With the last of his 
strength, Larry rolled slowly off the satiated woman beneath, his rapidly 
deflating penis slipping with a loud swishing sound from her cum-soaked 
vagina. 

Side by side, the two lay breathing heavily on the stained couch. There were 
no words between them. This had been their good bye to each other. Silently, 
they each dwelt on the years they had spent together, the things they had 
done and their hopes for the future. They could not even share very much of 
the tender moments they should have had. Larry reminded Susan that he had to 
hurry home and pack. The young blonde girl remained naked as she sat up on 
the couch and watched her lover dress. He waved good bye, and stepped out of 
her life forever. 

Now, sitting in the front row of the auditorium, Susan remembered that night 
so well that her vagina was tingling with the memory. She and Larry had 
tried to write to each other, but as so often happens, he went his way, and 
she went hers. The last she had heard, he was seeing a girl he was 
considering marrying. She was glad for him, in a way, but just a little 
jealous as well. It would have been nice if he had waited for her to 
graduate from college and moved to the west coast, like so many other people 
were doing. Even though she had toyed with that idea, she knew she would 
probably do something like that. Her whole life was wrapped up in the urban 
center of Boston, and she finally realized that she was living in a dream 
world. 

She sighed deeply as she stood up. While she had dated a few men from her 
college since that night, she had not allowed any of them to fuck her, even 
though they were more than willing, and sometimes just a little too pushy. 
She felt that having another penis enter her vagina would somehow spoil the 
memory of her first orgasm. Even though she knew she could not live with 
just the memory of one fuck for the rest of her life, she really hadn't 
found a man with whom she could be as close as she had been with Larry. 
Perhaps, in the near future, she would find a man who could make her feel as 
good as Larry had, but at the moment, that seemed so far away as to be 
almost laughable. 

"Ooohhh . . . I didn't know there was anyone in here," she heard a voice 
say. 

Startled, she turned around and saw a cleaning woman rolling a pail and mop 
down the aisle. Susan came to a turn and faced the woman. 

"I.. . I was just sitting here thinking," she said, lowering her hands to 
cover her loins. She could feel a wetness there, a wetness that had soaked 
through her panties and dress, so real had her memory been to her. "My name 
is Susan Slater. I'm going to be taking care of the orchestra for the 
concert this year." 

"Oooooohhh.. . that's nice," the cleaning woman said, seeing that there was 
nothing wrong with this total stranger being in the school after hours. "The 
students here are such a nice group of boys. I'll bet they take to you like 
a duck takes to water." 

Susan almost told her about the way she had been avoided by some of the boys 
when she had first come into the school building, but she thought the better 
of it. "Thank you," she said, smiling sweetly. "I really want to make a good 
impression on them. This is my first teaching job." 

"Excuse me for saying this," the cleaning woman said, "but you look a little 
young to be a teacher." 

Susan smiled again. "Actually, I'm what you might call a student teacher." 

"Oooooohhh.. . I see," said the cleaning woman. "Well, I hope you like it 
here. Don't you worry about the kids getting out of hand. This is a good 
school. All you have to do is treat the kids like adults." 

"Thank you," Susan answered, wanting to get home and start making out some 
arrangements. "To be honest, I'm just a little nervous. I've never had to 
handle children like this before." 

"We're always a little nervous the first time we do something different." 

Susan nodded and walked out of the building. On her way home, she hoped that 
she really could handle the students. She would hate to learn that she was 
not cut out to be a teacher, especially after she had spent so much of her 
time working toward that end. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The words that the cleaning lady had told Susan the day before proved true 
the next day, though not in the way Susan thought they would. When Susan saw 
that the combined boy and girl orchestra got together, most of the members 
were so shocked at being with other members of the opposite sex that they 
hardly gave Susan a second thought. Both boys and girls seemed to be a 
little afraid of each other. Since this was a boy's school, they seemed to 
Susan to be a little more sure of themselves, but there were a few more 
girls than boys, and the young ladies took a great delight in their 
majority, sometimes teaming up with one another when they thought they were 
being threatened or made fun of. 

The afternoon began for Susan when boys entered from one side of the stage 
and the girls from the other, almost as though they were combatants at war. 
Each group regarded the other with some suspicion. Even the older boys, 
which 

Susan thought might be interested in girls, looked upon these strangers as 
something of a threat. The boys kept teasing the girls by saying that men 
could play music better than women, and the girls would put their hands on 
their hips and make mention of the fact that that couldn't be true, since 
the teacher was a woman and not a man. 

Even before Susan opened her mouth to try and welcome all of them to their 
first rehearsal, she was immediately thought of by the boys as something of 
an enemy. 

Things were starting to get out of hand for her right from the very 
beginning, and she began to wonder if she would be able to get anything done 
at all. 

"All right," she said, hoping that if she didn't sound too threatening, she 
would be able to show everyone that she was neutral. "Let's everyone calm 
down now. I realize that we have a lot of ground to cover, so let's get 
started." 

Her suggestion was met with a little resistance, and Susan applied some of 
the class room training she had had to pick out some of the students who 
looked as though they might give her more trouble than the rest. She called 
out the roster for the orchestra, making mental notes of the names of those 
students, and then assigned seats to everyone. She knew that the boys would 
prefer to sit on one side of the stage and the girls on the other, but she 
had no intention of playing down to their petty differences. She arranged 
them, according to the instruments they played, even though that meant that 
most of the children were sitting away from their friends, and next to other 
players they wanted to have nothing to do with. 

She passed out the music, talking in a voice that seemed to be calming. At 
least these students were talented enough to know that if there was going to 
be any quarreling, they would have to wait until after rehearsal. 

"Now," she said, after she had gone around and made sure that everyone was 
paying attention to her. "How many of you know this piece?" 

Most of the students raised their hands, which both surprised and pleased 
Susan a great deal. She knew that some of them would know Beethoven, but she 
never dreamed that so many would. 

"Well. I'm glad to see so many hands," she said, her pride in them plainly 
evident in her voice. "Suppose we try and go through it, just to see what we 
sound like." 

There were the usual groans and light dissenting voices, but generally, the 
children were as eager to get started as Susan was. She tapped her baton on 
her music stand and began the piece. 

And right at the beginning, she could see that they would be needing a lot 
of practice together. Most of them know the music, but apparently none of 
them had played it before, and they sounded as though they had never played 
together in their lives. While some of them played exceptionally well, even 
considering their age, none of them seemed the least bit concerned with what 
any one else was doing. Finally, after the first few minutes of playing, 
Susan tapped them quiet. 

"No, that's not quite right," she said, hoping that she wouldn't be 
discouraging them. "You are all members of an orchestra, and you have to 
learn to play along with everyone." 

"It's the girls," said one boy Susan remembered to be Mark Phillips. "I knew 
this was a stupid idea, having them play with us. They don't know anything." 

His statement started an argument all over again, and the general noise 
completely drowned out Susan's baton tapping. Even as she tried to bring 
them back to some order, she noticed that Mark seemed to be very proud of 
himself that he had been able to cause so much disruption. He was one of the 
older boys, nearly fourteen, from what Susan could judge, and she could tell 
right then and there she was going to have a good deal of trouble with him. 

"EVERYONE SHUT UP!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. 

The silence that followed was almost deathly. Susan's actions surprised her, 
but she wasn't going to let these kids know she had lost control. Most of 
the boy's mouths were hanging open as they stared at her. She could see 
right then and there that no one had expected her to be anything but a soft, 
quiet spoken woman. Certainly none of the boys had expected anything 
different. Having been taught only by men in their school, it had never 
occurred to them that a female teacher could be as strong. 

One boy, Billy Wilson, seemed to pick up on this right away, and quickly 
altered his loyalty to agree with Susan. 

"Miss Slater's right," he said loudly. "We have to play together." 

Billy was a little younger than most of the others, and Susan thought he 
might be just a little easier to frighten, but she wasn't going to look a 
gift horse in the mouth. 

"Thank you Billy," she said. "I hope the rest of the orchestra follows your 
example." 

Again there was a silence that Susan liked, and she decided that she would 
take full advantage of it. 

"All right, everyone . . . both boys and girls. Let's start from the 
beginning. Everybody look at me when you play, not at each other." 

The second time through the piece, they seemed to play a little better, 
though Susan could tell there was great deal of room for improvement. Her 
trained ear singled out those students who played better than the others. 
She was glad to notice that Billy was one of them. He played the violin, 
which was her instrument, and even though she could tell it would be a long 
time, if ever, before he could become a professional, he had potential, and 
she made it a point in her mind to try and work with him as much as she 
could. 

By the time they had finished the first movement, Susan decided that they 
were as tired as she was. For a while, they had played rather well, 
considering that this was their first rehearsal together, but the strain of 
playing with people they didn't like took its toll. Even before they 
finished playing, small fights broke out between boys and girls who were 
sharing the same music stand. One in particular caught her attention. Billy 
was sharing a stand with a pretty young blonde girl, and all of a sudden, 
they were locked in what looked like a fist fight, knocking over their stand 
and the one next to them. 

Susan knew that she would never be able to retain order after that, and that 
it would be senseless to try. She halted the rehearsal, and as soon as the 
music stopped, she heard Billy let loose with a wail of pain that nearly 
drained the blood from Susan's face. She rushed over to him and noticed that 
he was rubbing his left buttock and crying. All the other children in the 
area backed away and looked at him with guilty faces, the girl he shared his 
music with especially. 

"He made me hit him," she said defensively, though she looked as thoough she 
was really sorry she had hurt him. 

Susan glowered at her, and then returned her attention to Billy. Quickly, 
she ran her hands lightly over him, checking to see if he were really hurt. 
She couldn't feel any broken bones, and she heaved a sigh of relief. 

"Awwwww . . . he must be a sissy if a girl can hurt him," Mark Phillips 
said, his fourteen year old face creased with a smile of self-satisfaction. 

This was the final straw for Susan. She stood up from Billy and towered over 
Mark. "How would you like to see if I can hurt you?" she asked in an icy 
tone. She knew she was being something of a bully. She was nearly twice the 
size of Mark, but the time had come to show him that she could be just as 
touch as any male teacher in the school. 

Mark shrank back, the smile completely gone from his face. Susan knew that 
she had made her point, and while she hoped that she wouldn't have to do 
anything violent to maintain order, it would be nice to have all the 
students think she might. 

"I think we've all had enough for one day," she said, addressing the entire 
gathering, but looking straight at Mark. "We'll meet here again tomorrow, 
and the next time, there won't be any of this fooling around. We're here to 
do a job. All of us, and I'm going to do anything I have to to see that we 
get it done." 

Inwardly, Susan was fire and ice, but she would be damned if she let these 
kids know that. 

One by one, all the students filed out of the stage area. One or two of them 
told the whimpering Billy that they would wait outside for him, but he gave 
no indication that he heard them. 

Even as the children were filing out of the building, Susan returned her 
attention to the injured young boy. She was suddenly afraid that she had 
handled her first day very poorly. To think that while she had been in 
charge, one of her students had gotten hurt. She really hoped that it was 
nothing serious, both for Billy's sake, and for her own. Something like this 
could cause her to get a bad recommendation. It might even cause her to be 
expelled from the education department as unfit to teach. A life time of 
dreams washed away because one boy under her charge had been hurt. 

"Are you all right?" she asked him in a worried voice. Now that she was 
alone with him, her courage was fading. 

For a moment, Billy said nothing. He looked and sounded as though he were 
desperately trying to hold back tears, and the longer he went without saying 
anything, the more frightened Susan became. She knelt down to him and again 
ran her hands over him lightly, praying that this time she found no broken 
bones. 

Her touching of him like this seemed to calm Him down a little, and he 
finally managed to get himself under control. Susan, greatly relieved, 
decided that she would try and cheer him up. 

"Now.. . suppose you tell me how you got hurt," she said, her pretty face 
beaming with a smile that told Billy he could trust her completely. 

"Cindy . . . Cindy said that you were a lousy teacher. . . that if you were 
any good, you would really give it to all the boys for what they were 
doing," he managed to sob. 

"Really," Susan said, raising her blonde eye brows slightly. "And what did 
you do that made her hit you?" 

"Nothin'. " 

"Billy, come on. You must have done something." 

"I. . . I just said that you were being fair.. I that the girls were as much 
to blame as the boys were." 

"And she hit you for that." 

"Uh huh." 

"Well.. . I think you did the right thing," Susan said, suddenly feeling 
very close to this young boy. To think, he had come to her defense. 

"Yeah. I did the right thing," Billy said. "But I still got hit." 

"Where did she hit you?" Susan asked. 

"Right here," Billy indicated, pressing his hand on his left buttock. 

Susan placed her hands on the young brown-haired boy's shoulders and drew 
him close to her, pressing his lithe body tightly against her sweated 
covered breasts in a motherly fashion. She hugged him like that for a long 
moment, feeling him still trembling and shaking, but relaxing some as well. 

"Maybe I'd better take a look at it," she said finally. "She looked as 
though she could pack quite a wallop." 

She led him away from all the music stands to a more open area of the stage. 
Even though Billy was still crying slightly, Susan began to think that it 
was nothing serious, that he was more shaken up than anything else, but it 
never hurt to make sure. Besides, it might really comfort him. After all, he 
had come to her defense and had been hit for it. He deserved some comfort 
for that. 

Again she knelt down to him and hugged him as though he were her son. She 
kissed him in a motherly fashion on his youthful cheek as her hands began a 
slow massaging, soothing moment up and down his pants covered buttocks. 

It was at that point that two things happened . . . two things that Susan 
would never have thought about for as long as she lived otherwise. 

The first was that she could feel herself starting to swirl in a heady 
torrent of indefinable excitement . . . indefinable, and undeniable. 
Sensations of obvious sensual desire began racing through her body . . . 
sensations she recognized as being the same as the ones she had felt when 
she and Larry were saying good bye to each other that night so long ago. She 
hadn't felt those sensations since then, but she was feeling them now. 

The second thing was that she could feel the stiffening hardness of his 
penis pressing up against her hip as she held him tightly against her. 

Susan's mind went blank for a moment. There was no denying that she was 
becoming aroused, even though she was at a loss to explain why, just as 
there was no denying that Billy himself was becoming aroused. 

Susan tried to put her own arousal out of her thoughts and return to her 
task at hand.. . comforting Billy. But even as she tried to fight her 
mounting arousal, she found that her hands, acting as though they had minds 
of their own as they began searching over his buttocks. Then she; blurted 
out, before she had a chance to think," I think I'd better take a look at 
where you were hit." 

Before Billy had a chance to say anything, Susan opened his pants and pulled 
them down to his ankles. His smooth young flesh felt warm and soft, and she 
couldn't resist the desire to slide her hands over his youthful back and 
downward to cup the firm mounds of his boyish buttocks as she held him 
tightly to the increasing rhythm of her breathing. Her brain reeled with the 
emotion of a strange sensuality as she again kissed him, her tiny tongue 
trying to worm its way between the sweet tasting lips of his young mouth. 

If anything could make Billy stop crying, that was it. In his whole life he 
had never known anything like what this new orchestra leader was doing to 
him now! She'd stuck her tongue right in his mouth while she hugged him so 
tight against her he could hardly breathe. And all the while, her soft warm 
hands were stroking his legs and back. At first, she surprised him so much 
that he didn't know what to do, but after a short while, he began to like 
what she was doing. The sensations sweeping through his young body were a 
little frightening, but she wasn't doing anything to hurt him. Her tongue in 
his mouth seemed to urge some inbred tendency within him and he found 
himself actually beginning to suck on it, his action bringing strange 
moaning sounds from her throat. 

Finally, Susan pulled her mouth away from his lips and looked at his 
buttocks, on the one hand to make sure that he really wasn't hurt there, and 
on the other hand to try once and for all to end the strange desire she 
could feel mounting in her own pussy. 

"Well . . . I don't see anything there," she said with relief. "Does your 
mother kiss something like this to make it feel better?" 

"Uuuhhh . . . ooohhh . . . sometimes," Billy said, feeling confused and a 
little funny in his belly. 

"Would you like me to kiss it to make it feel better?" Susan asked him, 
hoping that he would say yes." 

Billy would have, but he couldn't say anything at all. That funny feeling in 
his stomach was making it hard for him to think about anything but the fact 
that he had his pants down and was being held by a woman who was not his 
mother. He could feel his penis getting really hard, something that up to 
now had happened only when he was in bed, and that made him feel a little 
embarrassed. 

Susan took Billy's silence as a positive answer, and she felt her moistened 
lips quivering with her own excitement. Pulling her mouth away from his 
hadn't calmed her down at all. In fact, it had made her feel more excited 
then ever. The sight of his young buttocks over his shoulder was like 
gasoline tossed on an already blazing fire. Smoothing her hands up and down 
over his lithe thighs again, she fought the urge to reach between them and 
take his young penis in her hand. God! She could feel it pressing against 
her hips, but she wanted to feel it I in her hand . . . and see it! 

Without realizing what she was doing, the lovely young blonde woman stood 
the boy away from her, then bent down to place a kiss on the area I where 
Billy had told her he'd been hit. "There. 

Does that make it feel better?" she asked, her eyes I fixed on his firm 
young ass cheeks. 

"I. . . well. . . yeah, I guess so . . . " he I stammered, not really 
knowing what he was I supposed to do or say. Suddenly, Susan could feel her 
control slipping away from her again and her soft smooth hands began to 
circle warmly over his I chest, seemingly moving ever downward towards his.. 
. his COCK! 

He looked down at himself there and the way I Miss Slater's soft, warm hands 
were gently rubbing lover him. It felt really funny because he didn't have 
any clothes covering him there. She was i making him feel so weird in his 
belly. He could tell I that she was going to touch him there . . . between 
his legs on his hard thing. Even though his mother I had told him a million 
times that no one should touch him there, he really hoped Miss Slater would. 

Susan could barely catch her breath. She was just too emotionally strung and 
tense. The feelings that were running rampant through her aroused body now 
were almost exactly the same as the ones she had felt that last night with 
Larry . . . . and for almost the same reasons. She felt very close to Billy 
now because of the way he had stood up for her. Something like that took a 
great deal of courage and maturity. It was something Larry would have done 
for her. 

Susan knew now that there was no turning back, that she would never be able 
to stop. She turned him around, so that his naked buttocks pressed against 
her generously swelling breasts as she knelt down, and her hand trembled as 
it found the thrusting rod of his penis, hard and jutting from his young 
hairless loins. 

With one hand tenderly spread out over his belly and chest, the mesmerized 
young blonde student teacher felt the reflexive lurch of his boyish form as 
her feverish hand encircled the heated rod of his blood-swollen penis. 
Eagerly, she looked down to see the red-tipped young cock resting in the 
soft palm of her warm hand, the outline of its mushroom shaped head visible 
through the covering sheath of its foreskin. Her mouth went dry at the 
unbelievable sensations and excitement the sight and feel of it sent racing 
through her! The only other time in her life she had been this wanton had 
been with a man her own age.. . someone she had known for years, and someone 
who could know what she was doing. This young boy seemed to be totally 
confused as she experimentally took his young hard penis between her thumb 
and forefinger to gently draw the outer layer of skin back, revealing its 
moistened head. 

And then a thought entered Susan's mind, one that she wished she had thought 
of long before this, when she had seen all the tension that existed between 
the different members of the orchestra. There was really no reason in the 
world for Billy to be frightened, not in this day and age of sex education. 

But Billy was really no different than all the other boys and girls she had 
seen today. Billy's fear was out of ignorance. He really had no idea how to 
act around members of the opposite sex. To Billy, girls and boys were mortal 
enemies. God knows that there is enough trouble in the world without having 
people think that. What problems could thinking like that cause in his later 
life, the young woman wondered. How would Billy, Mark, Cindy, all the 
children react in ten years if they were now convinced that there was 
something wrong with members of the opposite sex? 

Susan shuddered at the possibilities that raced through her mind. Something 
would have to be done about that, she convinced herself, and she was just 
the person to do it. She would be able to teach these young children, not 
only the music they would have to know for the concert, but how to react and 
inter-react with each other, something they would have to know all their 
lives. 

She could feel Billy lurch back against her and she kissed him quickly on 
his back. "Don't be afraid, Billy," she whispered into his ear. "I'm going 
to show you something I know you'll like. Would you like me to do that?" 

"I.. . I don't.. . I don't know," the wildly excited twelve year old gasped, 
watching with wide brown eyes as her hand moved back and forth with his 
thing right between her thumb and forefinger. She kept sliding the skin 
over, then back off its head, and the more she did it, the more weird he 
felt. 

Susan continued to massage the hardened cock of her young student. The 
thought of what she was intending to do nearly drove her wild with mounting 
passion. Billy began to sway back and forth, as though it was becoming hard 
for him to stand. He nearly lost his strength all together and fell back 
against Susan, his young form trembling with the strange excitement 
fluttering through his belly. 

Susan sensed that standing was becoming hard for him, and she was determined 
that she was going to do this right. "Lay down on the floor," she whispered 
hotly into his hair-covered ear as she began pulling him back before he had 
a chance to do anything about it. 

And then he was flat on his back, his pants still wrapped around his ankles 
and his young hard cock rearing up from his sweet-looking loins like a pink 
tree. Susan turned herself around in a position so that her pretty face was 
just above his hardened shaft of flesh. 

The young blonde musician wasn't certain about anything anymore. She hadn't 
even gone this far with Larry, but here she was, about to do the same thing 
with a young boy she hardly knew. Still, it was her reasoning that she was 
going to help him in his later life that drove her on. She was helping him, 
she realized, even if young Billy didn't know yet that he was being helped. 

As Susan looked at his young balls and cock, she knew that she had to kiss 
it. . . touch it with her tongue . . . taste and suck it.. . do all those 
things of which she had only heard but had never dreamed of doing, not even 
with Larry. 

She had only the memory of Larry's penis in her mind, and as she compared 
Billy's to that memory, she found that Billy's was hardly lacking in size, 
as she would have thought. The young boy's smooth, hairless testicles 
reminded her of satiny plums, and the puffy flesh around the base of his 
penis was as stimulating as anything to her. As she smoothed her hand upward 
over his warm naked thigh toward it, she was surprised to see the slender 
length of his hardness suddenly swell even larger. 

Susan wondered if Billy would be capable of cumming, but she had only to 
look at his expanded cock to receive an answer. Since he could obtain an 
erection of this size, there couldn't be any doubt but that he could cum, 
and that sudden realization added new fermentations to her intensively 
aroused desire. Once more she took hold of his penis with her trembling 
fingers and began to stroke it, feeling it pulse and throb as she extracted 
the moistened, swollen head from its protective foreskin. The way its 
slender length tried to hug snugly against his flat white belly in its 
rigidity fascinated her. The sight of it like that added more fuel to her 
sensually inflamed mind. 

"Wha . . . what are . . . are you gonna do?" Billy choked as she went on 
stroking his stiffened young cock. Susan ignored him as she became aware of 
the wetness that had seeped down from between her vibrantly tingling vaginal 
lips to soak the narrow panty crotch band under her skirt. She writhed as 
she knelt in front of Billy and clutched her round, full thighs tightly 
together. The muscular action only caused further sensations of erogenous 
delight to ripple through her pelvis and belly. 

"I'm going to teach you something wonderful," she hissed, her voice sounding 
as though she were thinking of something, her tongue slipping out to moisten 
her feverishly dry lips. "There isn't anything to be afraid of. I'm not 
going to hurt 

While her words did soothe young Bill's mind some, the sensations she was 
bringing him were so strong that it would take more than mere words to calm 
him down fully. He raised his head and watched wide-eyed as Miss Slater's 
face, nearly hidden from him by her soft mass of golden blonde hair, lowered 
toward his jerking penis. Then he saw her mouth right above it, and the 
pinkness of her tongue darting out to touch it on the swollen tip. 

"Uuuuuuuuu!" he grunted with a lurch of his hips as her tongue-tip tried to 
wedge into the little slit on the end. Again he whimpered and a confusing 
chill raced along his spine as he watched her bring her mouth down to it, 
and he stared in confused fascination as she opened her mouth and enclosed 
the wetly shining head in a lip locking pressure that made him want to 
scream with the pleasure it brought. 

Billy couldn't hold back the frenzied whines of bewildered emotion, and 
reflexively he thrust his young loins upward, shoving his stiffened penis 
into the warm wet cavern of her ovaly clasping mouth. He watched them 
tighten like an elastic band around his cock, then slip all the way until 
her pert little nose was pressed tightly against his naked belly, almost the 
whole thing sucked right up into the moist warmth of her beautiful mouth! 
Jesus! 

He watched, his breath coming in short panting gasps, as she sucked up off 
its thick red tip, and then began to lick it avidly with her moist little 
tongue, brush and lave it all over its underside to the ridge of its 
pulsating knob which was shiny wet and sticking out from the pulled back 
skin. He knew that he shouldn't let her do this. If his parents ever caught 
him like this, there would really be hell to pay, but he couldn't find the 
strength to tell her to stop. It felt too good, having his cock in her mouth 
like this. She was washing it, playing with it, loving it with every lick of 
her tongue . . . and then she was going back down its throbbing length to 
his belly again, and farther still to the little pouch of his young balls. 

Susan's belly was a seething inferno of wild, abandoned sensations that were 
more avid then she remembered them being when Larry had fucked her. The 
delicious piquancy of his tender virginal genitals were driving her nearly 
to the point of orgasm with the thought of this seduction alone. She wanted 
him to cum. He had to cum so she could taste his sweet boy sperm in her 
mouth. She would swallow it right down into her belly! There was no doubt in 
her mind now that this was what she wanted more than anything else. She 
would have given up her whole career at that moment for the glorious 
sensation of having Billy's boy sperm shooting into her mouth. 

Saliva dribbled excitedly down her tongue as the lovely young student 
teacher licked the smooth flesh of Billy's balls with warm, sweeping 
strokes. Then she removed his pants from around his ankles and spread his 
legs as far as she could, crawling between them and wedging herself there. 
At the same time she raised them, pressing them back to expose his tight 
brownish little anus, and trailed her damp tongue along the raised pink 
ridge between his small, widespread buttocks. She let her tongue tauntingly 
circle the puckered little hole, painting his inner buttocks with the warm 
moisture of her saliva. Finally, as a tremendous charge of lustful 
excitement spiraled through her loins, she stiffened her tongue-tip in an 
effort to penetrate the tightly locked mouth of his rectum! 

Oh God! She wished she were naked, with her tingling breasts hanging free to 
sway and ripple as she worked over him like this! Her pussy was so hot and 
wet.. . she had to get something in there . . . her finger inside her 
panties and between her blonde-rimmed cuntal lips to caress her aching 
clitoris! She had to cum . . . she had to! 

Reaching down between her spread thighs, she thrust her middle finger enough 
inside the tight leg band of her lubricant-soaked panties and then into the 
sensitive wet flesh between her lust-swollen pussy lips. 

Oh God . . . Oh God! It felt so wonderful.. . so good, she thought as her 
finger began to caress gently the tiny erect bud of her quivering clitoris, 
making all the more intense the sensations of heightened stimulation searing 
through her voluptuous young body. Quickly she trailed her laving tongue 
back over Billy's young balls and along the still solid shaft of penile 
flesh to its pulsating head, slipping her lush lips wetly down over it once 
more. Oooooohhh . . . this was heaven, delicious . . . wonderful! If she had 
known about this, she would have done it to Larry as her gift to him. She 
knew one thing though. This would not be the last time she had her student's 
penis in her mouth. There were so many little boys in the orchestra that she 
was certain she would never run out. 

Billy could think of nothing else but what this new teacher was doing to him 
and the almost hurting tickle that was growing stronger and stronger in his 
tensed belly and loins! Miss Slater sure hadn't been lying when she said 
that he would like what she was going to do. This thing she was doing to him 
. . . taking his penis up into her mouth like that, was the best thing that 
had ever happened to him. Even though he was getting more scared by the 
moment, he didn't want her to stop. He knew something was going to happen, 
and he wanted it! 

Again, while she was doing something to herself down between her legs, she 
was holding his thing with her thumb and finger right next to his belly and 
sucking it steadily, moving her pretty mouth up and down as she curled her 
hot tongue around it each time she raised her head. Without even thinking 
about it, he tensed his young pelvic muscles and pushed his loins up at her 
face. He heard her moan and felt her sucking harder, nipping now and then 
with her teeth and making him gasp, his penis looking bloodless beneath her 
soft scraping and sucking, and fiery-red at its tip. He nearly lost control 
as a crazy sob tore out of his throat, but he managed to swallow it as Miss 
Slater began a harder sucking motion on his cock, taking it deep into her 
throat, those fingernails of hers tickling maddeningly at his balls, raking 
the base of his palpitating member, causing a boiling swarming sensation to 
build deep inside him! 

"Oooooohhh . . . aaaaaahhh . . . ! " whispered. 

Susan increased her delightful mouthing of his cock, letting her tongue ream 
the opening in the glans, tantalizing it with her heated breath, running her 
nails faster along the ridged underside of his burning flesh. 

Suddenly, Billy's hips jerked forward, and she could feel his lust-engorged 
cock slither up the full length of her mouth, depressing her tongue and 
filling her cheeks completely with its pulsing hardness. It was almost as 
though he had been a boy right up until that moment, and was now a man. Her 
tongue had created a man out of a boy, and Susan reveled in the fact that 
she had been a witness to his changing. 

Holding her face tightly between his palms, Billy began fucking into her 
mouth, causing her to choke and gag as he slammed his penis halfway down the 
narrow passage of her throat, almost its full length disappearing between 
her moistened lips. She had to struggle for breath on the out-stroke. 

"Oooooohhh . . . shit. . . shit . . . suck it.. . suck it!" Susan heard him 
groan. His words aroused her even more and she sucked hungrily as the 
stiffened rod buried itself deep in the warm moist cavern of her mouth. 

Tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeped from the opening of the glans at the 
end of his cock, and the sharp pungent taste and odor caused her mouth to 
salivate and her nostrils to flare out in excitement. She closed her eyes to 
keep from choking as the fleshy young shaft plunged in and out of her widely 
ovaled lips. She sucked at the fucking organ, aware of nothing in the world 
but his young steely rod ramming back into her throat. 

"Suck it hard . . . harder!" he hissed, his voice husky and breathless with 
his passion she had brought him. As he spoke, Billy's hands pulled her head 
down harder on his up-thrusting penis, gagging Susan as the madly throbbing 
head fucked into the back of her mouth. As he watched his cock sliding in 
and out of the teacher's lips, Billy couldn't believe the sensations that 
were running through his young body. He had never felt anything like them 
before, and they were getting stronger with each passing moment. 

Susan increased the pressure of her mouth around the throbbing penis that 
filled her mouth too full on the upstroke, brushing against her tonsils. Her 
hands clung to the blood-engorged shaft now, her head bobbing up and down, 
laboring over the rigid young phallus, mouth clamped tighter than ever, 
drawing on it with all her strength. She wanted it! Strange and wild things 
were happening to her own body! A lascivious warmth was stealing through her 
limbs as she sucked this young boy off. It was almost impossible for her to 
believe that she was actually taking his sweet tasting penis all the way 
down her throat. For a moment, she thought this might be a dream . . . a 
wonderful dream from which she would all too soon awake. Almost 
involuntarily, her thighs were squeezing together between Billy's 
wide-spread legs. 

Eagerly now, her brain reeling with the fact that she was not only giving 
this boy pleasure, but an education as well, Susan took his cock still 
deeper between her lips and sucked hard with all net might, drawing the 
rigid shaft of hot flesh straight down into her throat. She could feel his 
penis jerk and throb inside her mouth, the groans spilling from his mouth as 
she continued sucking. 

She could almost picture Larry in her mind, watching her do this thing to 
Billy, and she could imagine her old boy friend smiling and nodding, pleased 
that she, as well as Billy, was learning. She knew that Larry would be proud 
of her, if only he were around to see her perform this thing. 

"Aaaaaahhh . . . yesssssss . . . that's it. . . that's it. . . suck it good 
. . . like that. . . " Billy wailed. He had never had any fucking in his 
entire life, his only knowledge of sex limited to the jokes he heard after 
school from some of the older boys. For the most part, they hadn't made much 
sense to him, but so many things were revealed to him in this short time 
that he had trouble concentrating on any one of them. He could see what was 
happening to Miss Slater as she labored over his almost bursting pole. She 
was really loving this! She was sucking his cock like it was the most 
important thing in the world to her. Jesus! It was really blowing his mind. 

Growing even more adventurous, Susan ravished her warm, wet tongue around 
Billy's young shaft. She brushed and grazed along its underside, licking the 
thick base, and gradually lapping up to the thin perineal ridge protruding 
stickily from the foreskin. Then she flicked her tongue back and forth 
rapidly across the sperm-filled cord on the underside, playing it like a 
banjo string, and this set Billy absolutely wild. His lean young hips heaved 
forward, hands clenched in her blonde hair, and Susan could feel the muscles 
of his twelve year old body tense and stretch tautly. 

"OOOOOOHHH GGGOOODDD.. . ! ! " 

Her tongue then swirled around the bloated shaft and up to the cock-head to 
slit the tiny hole in the smooth glans with the tip of her tongue. She felt 
him lift closer to her as she knelt over him, his hands pulling her face to 
his pleasure-mad young penis. 

Susan's voracious mouth then returned to the smooth hairless sac of his 
young testicles and the thick young base where his long hard cock jutted up. 
She slicked them all over with saliva from her wildly working mouth, coating 
his balls entirely with sweeps of her hungry mouth as he lay moaning on the 
floor. 

"Oooooohhh . . . aaaaaahhh . . . Miss Slater . . . oooooohhh.. . . " 

Her tongue ran up and down the rigid cock-shaft from base to tip, licking 
the young vibrant flesh as though it were a delectable sweet. Quickly, she 
trailed her mouth and tongue back over his churning balls, along the shining 
purplish shaft at its pulsating head, and then slipped her lips down over it 
once again. 

The wildly aroused teacher was caught up in the complete abandonment of her 
actions. All thought of trying to rationalize what she was doing to Billy 
slipped from her mind. There was nothing now but utter pleasure for her. Her 
body was wallowing in sensations the likes of which she had never before 
known, the waves of licentious delight blotting every other consideration 
from her. 

The young boy's hips lunged upward hard as he shoved the entire throbbing, 
jerking length of his thick young cock into the warmly welcoming cave of her 
mouth. Oh God! He was going crazy from sheer rapture! He knew that whatever 
it was that was going to happen would happen soon. The sensations told him 
of a breaking point that would soon be reached. Jesus! She was using her 
mouth like a vacuum cleaner, sucking and pressing her lips so hard as she 
withdrew slowly that jolts of frenzied pleasure raced through him, nearly 
setting him off. 

"AAAHHHGGG.. . . ! ! " 

Thighs opening and closing in sensual clenching, Susan was aware that her 
own highly aroused body was seeping copious vaginal moisture. Her own erotic 
fluids were seeping out from deep within her burning, searing cunt. Oh God! 
How she wanted him fucking her . . . wanted his strong young cock plunging 
in and out of her aching pussy. 

In his frenzy, Billy's hands were all over her, smoothing her face and 
shoulders, kneading her shoulders, stroking her arms as he lunged again and 
again up into the deep wet chamber of her slavering mouth. Wild little 
electrical shocks were coursing through her with each brush of her sensually 
swaying breasts against his youthful thighs, and those shocks sent current 
straight through her tremulously aroused body to clench and create a 
drawing-in sensation in her needing pussy. 

"Oooooohhhhh . . . aaaahhhh . . . OOOOOOHHHHHH . . . I . . . I . . . keep 
sucking . . . sucking.. . " Billy raved, arching his hips hard up to her 
mouth, his hands growing almost brutal on her tender flesh in his frantic 
reaching for final release. The moans and groans spilling from his mouth 
measured the degre of his rising pleasure that threatened to carry him into 
complete delirium. Susan would never have guessed that a boy this young 
would be able to derive so much pleasure from the act of sex. 

He was shaking her shoulder, then clamping his lingers around her lips to 
close them tighter on his throbbing, nearly bursting penis. She couldn't 
believe it. He was really a wild child. 

"That's it.. . keep . . . keep sucking . . . harder . . . harder . . . " 

The sight of Miss Slater's renewed sucking, drawing with contorted lips on 
his almost' exploding cock set the pre-climactic mechanism into action 
inside his churning belly. Billy ground harder and harder, fucking his cock 
deeper and deeper into her pinkly ovaled mouth and working throat into that 
blissful sanctuary. He could feel the boiling cauldron in his testicles as 
he fucked hard into her mouth, deeper and deeper. 

The long column of rigid male flesh that filled Susan's mouth began to 
swell, and she tried to increase the moist suctioning around it as the hard 
bulbous head rammed into her throat, expanding with each deep fucking 
thrust. All that mattered was the great shaft of flesh that pummeled faster 
and faster into her mouth! Saliva dribbled down from the corner of her lips, 
coating her chin. 

The lust-crazed young boy was watching her, his face contorted with animal 
passion. Holding the sides of her head in a vise-like grip, he pulled her 
lips downward, even closer to the base of his cock, pulling her into his 
sweat-covered loins. A thundering roar beat through his brain, and he knew 
that whatever it was that was coming, it was coming soon. 

Pressing his fingers into her cheeks to make the warm, moist cavern of her 
mouth as tight as he could, he crammed his pulsing distended shaft deep into 
her face and lunged his hips upward. His blood-filled penis throbbed and 
expanded in the channel between the softness of her tongue and the firm 
slippery roof of her mouth as he speared into her with long powerful strokes 
until it felt as though a thousand volts of electricity were shooting 
through him. And then. . . 

And then, all at once, he felt the eruption take place, felt the first 
stream of white-hot fire leap along the passage of his plunging cock. He 
gasped, his lips pulling back across his teeth as though he were in agony. 
His cock began a sudden wild convulsive jerking that flooded into Susan's 
mouth without advance warning, filling her face with rush after rush of 
burning semen, bloating her cheeks outward with each spurt until she was 
forced to swallow frantically to keep from choking. Mewling and crooning her 
approval, she tickled his emptying balls with the tips of her fingernails. 

"Keep sucking. . . keep . . . sucking.. . ! " Billy gasped. His hands were 
working wildly in her hair now, pulling her head down harder on life 
burgeoning, exploding cock, burying his rod deep in her gulping throat. And 
then, with one last mighty groan as his young new teacher sucked crazily at 
the flooding juices of his desire, he emptied the final drops of his sperm 
into her mouth. 

But if it was over for Billy, it was not yet over for Susan, for at that 
moment her finger was stroking furiously at the tiny spasming bud of her 
excited clitoris. She plunged her hand deeper between her spread thighs into 
the wetness of her passion-flushed cunt, tweaking and stroking the 
palpitating nerve center while she continued to nibble on Billy's young 
member long after it had softened in her mouth, ignoring his cries and the 
way he was pushing at her head, trying to get her off of him. 

With one hard jab of her fingers her climax erupted and bathed her in its 
blissful spasms. 

For a long moment, the only sounds in the auditorium were those of Susan and 
her young student trying to catch their breaths. As Susan managed to regain 
control of herself, she gazed with loving interest at the half naked boy 
whose loins were covered with a thick mixture of his cum and her saliva. 

Billy seemed only vaguely aware of what had happened to him. He knew that he 
liked it, even though he suspected that if his parents ever found out about 
it, they would send him to bed without his supper for a week, and maybe 
longer. 

For the first time since she had begun her lascivious action, Susan began to 
realize that there might be consequences to pay. God only knew what would 
happen if the principal of the school found out what she had done to one of 
the students. r "Uh . . . Billy," she said in a thoughtful tone. "I know I 
don't have to mention this, but suppose we make this our little secret." 

"Oooohhh . . . sure, Miss Slater," Billy agreed. Billy, like his teacher, 
knew that there would be hell to pay if what had happened ever leaked out. 
He wasn't even going to tell his best friend, Bruce Roberts, what had 
happened, and he sure as hell wasn't going to mention this to his parents. 

He knew one thing though. He loved what had happened to him, and he hoped 
that Miss Slater would keep him after rehearsal again in the near future. 

There was something else in the back of his mind as well. It suddenly dawned 
on him that, even though Miss Slater was a full grown woman, and a very 
pretty one at that, any other girl could maybe do the same thing. Come to 
think of it, the girl who had hit him, the one he shared his stand with, was 
really kind of pretty. Not as beautiful as Miss Slater, to be sure, but 
still pretty. Maybe if Billy tried to make up to her, she would do to him 
what Miss Slater had done, lhat would be really nice. He wondered if it 
would be possible to convince her that she would like it as much as Miss 
Slater seemed to have. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Susan couldn't remember a time when she had felt so good in her whole life. 
As she drove her car from her home along the stretch of roadway leading to 
the boy's school, she ran over and over in her mind the pleasure she had had 
with Billy the day before. Ever since Larry had gone to the west coast, she 
had denied herself a normal sex life. Either she had been too busy for the 
last two years, or she had not been all that interested in the men she met, 
but what ever the reasons, she knew that she had put off the pleasures of 
sex for just too damn long . . . 

How could she have lived like that, she asked herself over and over again. 
She had to admit that she had completely forgotten what a joy it was to have 
a penis in her body, and she had been pleasantly surprised to find that she 
experienced as much pleasure by having Billy's cock in her mouth as she had 
derived from Larry's cock in her cunt. If anyone had told her that she would 
have gotten pleasure from both those actions, she would have thought they 
were crazy. 

But she could see now that she had been the crazy one. She had lived almost 
like a nun, and in this day and age, she would have to be crazy to live like 
that. 

Well, she promised herself, those days were over. If she could teach her 
students something, then they would be able to teach her something in 
return. While she was helping them rehearse the music and preparing them for 
their later lives, they would allow her to rediscover who she was. 

But how could she go about it, she asked herself as she pulled her car into 
the parking space provided her by the school. They were so young and 
innocent that she knew if she did the right thing, but in the wrong way, she 
could cause a great deal of damage. Instead of preparing them for their 
later life, she might just as easily ruin them forever. She considered that 
she had been very lucky with Billy. He had been ripe and intelligent. She 
might not be so lucky the next time. 

She decided that she would just have to play it by ear. She would have to 
get to know her students a little better to find out what they thought about 
many things. 

She got her chance during the rehearsal that afternoon. Even though there 
was still the tension that had existed the day before between the boys and 
girls, it was not quite as bad as it had been the first day. The children 
seemed to at least accept the fact that they were going to be working 
together, and that their teacher was strong enough to keep them in line. 

During the first movement, Susan kept looking at Billy, to see if there were 
any adverse effects of his cock sucking. She noticed that he was acting 
differently, to be sure, but it took her a little while to understand just 
what those differences were. When she finally recognized what was happening, 
she couldn't suppress a smile. 

He was trying to be very friendly with Cindy Morris, the young girl who had 
hit him the day before. Cindy, a sweet looking girl of about thirteen with 
long, light brown hair, was a little confused by Billy's actions, especially 
since she had hit him the day before, and expected that he would want to do 
something to her because of it. She seemed totally shocked as Billy went out 
of his way to be nice to her by helping her tune her violin, turn the pages 
of the music and just making friendly conversation. 

Susan wasn't sure why, but the first movement went much more smoothly than 
it had the day before. Perhaps it was because Billy's friendliness seemed to 
be rubbing off on those people around him. In fact, the entire violin 
section started to come alive with friendly conversation during the breaks 
they took. Boys and girls began talking with each other, following Billy's 
and Cindy's example. 

As Susan watched this change come over the gathering, she could see that she 
had done the right thing with Billy. Rather than making things hard for him, 
she had opened up a whole new way of life, and even though no one knew what 
had happened between the lovely blonde teacher and the young student, the 
effects spread like water throughout the orchestra. 

Almost throughout the orchestra, Susan reminded herself as she brought the 
day's rehearsal to a conclusion. While the general air was much lighter than 
it had been the day before, there seemed to be a hold out. 

Mark Phillips, the boy who had given her the most trouble the day before, 
was still trying to be a wise ass. And somehow he sensed that he was totally 
out-numbered this time, and therefore had to try to disrupt things all the 
harder. During the first break, he made mention of Billy's increased 
friendliness toward the girl who had hit him the day before. 

"Hey Wilson," Mark called from his place in the brass section. "Looks like 
you got a girl-friend." 

Mark's flaming red hair added just the right touch to his biting sarcastic 
voice, and his jearing drew a few smiles from a few other boys around him, 
and some frown from some of the girls in that section. Billy proved to be a 
little more mature than his older class mate in that he ignored the teasing 
and went about his business. Susan decided that she would follow Billy's 
lead and not make any mention of it either. 

On the second break, Mark again tried to get Billy's gander. "Why don't you 
just kiss her, Billy dear," Mark jeared, nearly doubling over at what he had 
said. This time Billy reddened, and Susan felt as though she should really 
tell Mark to mind his own business. Here she had been afraid that she might 
have done something that would make Billy afraid to face life, but it was 
the jeering of his classmate that could cause the damage. 

This time, though, Susan was glad to see that even the people around Mark 
didn't think he was so funny. As a matter-of-fact, they were starting to 
follow Billy's lead themselves by making conversation with the girls around 
them. Apparently this went unnoticed by the older red-headed boy. Either 
that or he saw that Billy was smaller than he was, and therefore made a 
better target for his teasing. He didn't look as though he was foolish 
enough to try and pick on someone as large or larger than he was. 

"Mark," Susan said in a calm, even voice. "Suppose you pay attention to the 
music instead of the other people in the orchestra." 

"Oooohhh . . . sure Miss Slater," Mark said, his voice telling the lovely 
woman that he didn't take her seriously one bit. 

If ever there was a time Susan wanted to hit someone just for the hell of 
it, it was right then and there. She realized that hitting Mark would be the 
wrong thing to do, but she was only human, and to have this boy flaunt her 
authority was almost too much for her. 

Again the orchestra played through the first movement of the piece, and 
Susan knew that they had done about as much as they could for one afternoon. 
She had to make herself realize that even the most talented of them needed 
years of practice before they could hope to sound as professional as she 
would like to have them. A teacher, she thought, remembering one of the 
things she had learned in her classes, must realize when her students have 
reached the best they can do. To push them any farther than that can only 
make them worse. 

"Well," she said as the movement came to a close. "I happen to think we 
sound better than yesterday. Of course, we still need a lot of practice, but 
I'm more confident than I was before." 

"I'll bet you think the girls sound a lot better than the boys . . . Miss 
Slater." 

There was a deathly hush over the whole orchestra as Susan turned to the 
source of the jeering voice. Mark Phillips, as she might have expected. She 
stared at the smiling boy for a long moment, biting on her lower hp as she 
tried to decide what she could do about him. As long as he kept up his 
teasing and jeering, the other children in the orchestra would be afraid to 
follow through with their natural instincts, something that would 
undoubtedly hurt them in their later lives. 

Mark was smiling back at her, as though he thought she wouldn't know what to 
do. 

Time seemed to stand still for the two of them. Susan knew that she would 
have to do something. But what? 

"Since Mark likes to talk so much," she said, her tone icy and almost 
frightening, "I'll bet he'd just love to stay after rehearsal and talk to 
me!" 

She still didn't know what she was going to do or say to him, but she had 
learned that she thought a lot better when she was under pressure, and 
keeping Mark after everyone left would certainly put her under pressure. 

There was the usual jeers and cat calls from Mark's friends as Susan dealt 
out her discipline, and she could see right away that she had hit a nerve by 
keeping Mark after rehearsal. 

"I can't stay, Miss Slater," he said, still trying to keep some cockiness in 
his voice, but starting to become a little frightened. "I have a paper route 
to take care of." 

"Tough," Susan said sharply. "And if you think I'm going to let you just 
walk out of here, forget it." 

This time, Mark's fear disappeared to be replaced with a look of hatred. Not 
being able to take care of his paper route, even for one day, meant a loss 
of money. 

"I don't think that's fair," he said, coming to a standing position. 

Susan left her position in front of the orchestra and walked over to him. 
Even though she was rather short, slightly less than five feet six inches, 
she was enough taller than Mark so he had to look up to her. "I don't 
remember asking you what you thought," she said. "And I never told anyone 
here that I was especially fair." 

Mark sensed that he could argue until he was blue in the face, but he wasn't 
going to get anywhere. 

Susan remained where she was, taking something in a delight at how she had 
handled the situation thus far. "Everyone can go home now," she said, 
continuing to look at Mark as she spoke. The red-head sat back down, his 
face long and drawn out, as though his whole world was falling in on him. 
Getting tough was not Susan's long suit, and for a while, she wasn't sure if 
she would be able to maintain her part of the act. She still didn't know 
what she was going to do with Mark, only that his actions had to be nipped 
in the bud. . 

The boys and girls filed silently out of the orchestra area. Most of them 
had wondered to themselves just how far they could push this new teacher 
before she did something. They were more than glad that Mark had chosen to 
see how far he could to with her. Now that they knew she wouldn't stand for 
any fooling around, they weren't about to try it themselves. 

Again Susan found herself alone in the auditorium with one of her students, 
only this time, she hadn't the faintest idea how to handle the situation she 
had brought about. There was nothing in her training thus far that let her 
know what she should do with a student she had kept behind. 

Since the rehearsal had lasted much longer this time than it had the first 
day, the cleaning woman made an appearance just as the last of the young 
children were leaving. 

"Oooooohhh . . . Miss Slater," the lady said. "How is everything going?" 

Susan turned away from the downcast Mark to look at the cleaning lady. 

"Not all that bad," Susan told her. "I have a little discipline problem at 
the moment though." 

"Oh?" the cleaning lady asked as she approached the stage area. When she saw 
that Mark was still sitting there, she clicked her tongue. "Why 

Mark Phillips," she said, as though she wasn't the least bit surprised. "I 
might have known that he would be one to give you trouble. Sometimes he gets 
a little too big for his britches." 

While Susan knew that the cleaning lady was trying to be helpful, she would 
rather handle this without her help. 

"Tell me," the lovely young blonde teacher said. "Is there someplace we can 
go so you can clean up here?" 

"Well.. . yes. As a matter-of-fact there is. The lounge I use just behind 
the stage. I'm all through in there, and no one will be there for as long as 
you want." 

"Thank you," Susan said. "That sounds like the very thing I need. Let's go, 
big fellow. Time for you and me to have a little talk." 

Mark, sensing that there was no way to avoid what was going to happen to 
him, slowly rose from his seat and headed toward the lounge. Susan followed 
behind him, getting the germ of an idea. 

The lounge was small, though neatly laid out. There was an overstuffed 
chair, a long couch and a bed, which Susan assumed would be used by anyone 
who had to stay in the school because of the snow storms that can sometimes 
make traveling impossible. In many respects, it reminded her of the small 
area in her own high school, where she and Larry had seen each other for the 
last time. 

It was well lit, and rather pleasant looking to her, though she doubted that 
Mark was looking at it in a totally different manner. 

"Sit down Mark," she told him, pointing to the chair. The setting, coupled 
with the germ of the idea she already had, made things just a little more 
clear to her. As she let her eyes wander around the room, she decided that, 
as a precaution, she would lock the door. She had taken something of a 
chance the day before, and if what she was thinking of looked as though it 
was possible, she wasn't going to take a chance like that again. There was 
more than her job at stake here. 

"Tell me something, Mark," she said as she stood in the middle of the room. 
"Why does Billy bother you?" 

"Why does . . . Billy? I don't.. . " 

"You know what I'm talking about," she said, coming around to stand in front 
of him, less than three feet away. "Billy and Cindy. You seem to act as 
though Billy has no right to pick and chose his friends. I happen to think 
that Cindy is a nice girl, though I don't know her all that well. What have 
you got against her?" 

"She's a girl," Mark said, as though that was supposed to answer her 
question. 

"A lot of people are girls . . . and women," Susan told him. "Your mother, 
for one." 

"I don't have a mother," Mark said, slightly embarrassed at mentioning it. 
"Oh, come on, you wouldn't be here if you "Dad said that my mother ran off 
with some guy a long time ago, before I ever knew her. Dad says that all 
women are the same. Make a good home for them and they just take off when 
they want." 

"Ooooohhhh . . . " Susan took a moment to let what he was telling her roll 
around in her mind. His one statement seemed to answer a lot of questions 
for her. She never thought she could hate anyone very much, but even without 
meeting Mark's father, she knew she hated him. It wasn't right that he was 
turning his son into a woman-hating young boy just because of the actions of 
one woman. 

"What would you say if I told you I wasn't at all like that?" she asked. 

"I. . . I don't know what I would say," Mark said, still looking down at the 
floor, his longish red-hair falling slightly into his face and hiding it 
from Susan's view. "I guess I would say that you were just saying that. 
That's what Dad would say." 

"Have you ever had a girl friend?" Susan asked him. "I think you're quite a 
good looking boy. I'll bet you could have your pick and choose of the girls 
in the orchestra if you wanted." 

"Aaaahhhh . . . they're all the same," Mark answered. 

"Is that so?" 

For a moment, there was silence as both Mark and Susan sorted through their 
thoughts. At fourteen, Mark was just beginning to think that there might not 
be all that much truth to the things his father had taught him all his life, 
but since he was going to an all boys school, he never had the chance to 
completely break away from the influence of his father's way of thinking. 
Being grouped with so many girls who he didn't know had really thrown him, 
and he hated to admit to himself that he really liked some of them. In fact, 
he would have asked one or two of them to go with him to the movies, if he 
hadn't been so infused with his father's hatred. 

"Mark," Susan said. "Do you really think that? That all girls are like your 
mother, I mean." 

Mark shrugged his shoulders as he brought his head up to look at his 
teacher. He really didn't know. A couple of days ago, before the girls came 
to the school, he would have not even thought about it, but after some of 
the things that had been running through his mind, he couldn't make a snap 
decision like that now. 

"I guess not," he said in a resigned voice. He hadn't been sure what Miss 
Slater was going to do to him when she had made him stay behind, and he was 
even less sure now. He thought she might spank him, or make him write 
something stupid one hundred times. He never thought she would talk to him, 
and certainly not about girls. He had to admit it to himself. She was really 
kind of pretty. In fact, she was really pretty. She reminded him of the 
pictures of naked women he had found with some friends of his near the 
tracks that ran through the warehouse part of the small town. Seeing those 
pictures had really excited him, while at the same time proving to him that 
his father had been right in thinking that all women were the same. Only a 
tramp like his mother would let someone take pictures of her without any 
clothes on. 

Susan watched the young boy turning idea after idea over in his mind. Since 
he was too wrapped up in the thoughts that were flowing through his young 
brain, she decided that she would not make matters harder for him by asking 
him too many questions, but she could tell by the slightly changing 
expressions on his face that he was really thinking deeply. 

She hadn't been being merely nice when she told him he was a good looking 
young boy. In his own way, he was quite handsome, and she knew that if she 
were just a little younger, she would want him to ask her out. And she would 
accept without hesitation, just as she was certain that any of the young 
girls in the orchestra would accept. 

That thought really started things moving in her mind and body both. While 
she looked at the young boy in the chair, she could feel her own body 
starting to become aroused, almost the way she had become aroused when she 
and Billy were alone the day before. At first, she tried hard not to think 
about that. What she had done for Billy was one thing, but there was 
something far more important here. Mark's problem was more complex that 
young Billy's had been, and therefore required a totally different solution. 
Or did it? 

Mark was on the verge of breaking away from his father's way of thinking, 
and if Susan didn't have the concern of a teacher for him, she would have 
sent home right then and there with the advise that he just think about the 
things they had talked about. That wouldn't do any good. Mark might think 
about them for a while, but soon, very soon, he would go right back to 
thinking the way he had been. In fact, as a reaction, he might even be more 
ingrained in that line of thinking, which in turn would make things harder 
for her and the rest of the orchestra. 

It was one thing to just tell a boy like Mark that all women were not the 
same, but something else to show him. What was that phrase? Actions speak 
louder than words. Could she, by her actions, overcome the damage infused in 
this young boy by his father's words? Was it worth a try? 

Mark couldn't come to any sort of conclusion about women, no matter how hard 
he tried to think things through. He was beginning to feel just a little 
nervous being all alone with this pretty woman. Her nearness was making him 
feel funny . . . sort of like the way he felt when he had been looking at 
those pictures. He really wished that she would just let him go home so he 
didn't have to think of so many things. 

He lifted his head to ask his teacher if it would be all right for him to 
leave, but as soon as he gazed at her blue eyes looking right at him, he 
couldn't think of what it was he had wanted to say. Instead, he merely 
stared at her, taking a delight in the way she looked, at the full rich 
softness of her breasts, clearly outlined by the tight fitting blouse she 
had chosen to wear today. He could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra, 
because he could see her bright red nipples pressing tightly against the 
semi-transparent fabric of the blouse, their reddness contrasting sharply 
with the cream white of her rounded mounds. When he had been looking at the 
pictures, he wondered what it would be like to just feel two soft, warm 
breasts in his hands, and he was wondering exactly the same thing now. 

He felt his penis suddenly come to life, just as it had when he had been 
looking at the pictures. It sprang into stiff rigidity, as though it were 
straining to force its way through the cloth prison of his his pants. 

Susan, who had never once taken her eyes off this young boy, noticed his 
erection as surely as if he had been totally naked. She could see that those 
things she had said were starting to nibble away at those things his father 
had tried to teach him. 

Actions speak louder than words, she reminded herself. 

And she needed no reminder that her own body was becoming more and more 
aroused. 

"Mark," she said softly, "would you like to have a girlfriend?" 

The young teenager looked at her and tilted his head, not all that sure what 
she was driving at. 

"Can't you think of an answer?" she asked him, moving a little closer, and 
noticing that his expanding cock was expanding all the more. 

"I.. . A girl-friend?" he managed to stammer. "I really never thought.. . " 

"Oh, I'll bet you've thought about it from time to time," Susan said, 
pressing her advantage now. "As a matter-of-fact, I'll bet you're thinking 
about it right now." 

"Huh?" Mark barely got the word out. His throat was getting dry, and 
swallowing was hard. He saw that she was coming closer and closer to him, 
and he backed up into the chair, as though he would be able to escape her by 
blending into the stuffing. 

"I said, I'll bet you're thinking about having a girl-friend right now," she 
repeated, a slightly teasing smile on her face. She knew that one of the 
problems a boy his age could face was the fear of rejection. A proud boy 
like Mark would most likely want a girl to believe that he wasn't the least 
bit interested in her, rather than let his feelings be known, and run the 
risk of having her laugh at him. Susan was determined that there would be no 
doubt in Mark's mind as to her intentions, just as there was no doubt in her 
own mind now. She was going to show this boy that his father was wrong, that 
women were not something to be afraid of, that they were not something to 
hate. 

"I. . . I.. . " 

"Mark, I can see that you have an erection. That tells me something." 

Mark flushed a bright crimson when she said that. He had been hoping against 
hope that she wouldn't notice the tented cloth of his pants, and he had 
tried to alter his sitting position so as to hide it as best he could. That 
he had failed didn't bother him nearly as much as the fact that she had 
mentioned it. Not even the other boys he knew mentioned their hard-ons. His 
breath quickened, and his eyes widened in both fear and shock. 

"It.. . it does?" he gulped. 

"Mark, it tells me a great deal.. . more than you could tell me with your 
words. It means that no matter what your father told you, you want to have a 
girl-friend. And it tells me more. You would like to fuck her, wouldn't 
you?" 

Mark opened his mouth to say something, but found that he couldn't think of 
anything to say. Things were happening just a little too fast for him, and 
they were things he wouldn't have been able to handle even if they had been 
happening a little slower. 

"Tell you what," Susan said, delighting in the fact that she had total 
control of this situation. "I'll be your girl-friend. At least for a little 
while. Would you like that?" 

"Oh God!" the young boy gasped. She was bending down close to him, and as 
his eyes fixed on the generous swelling of her thrusting mounds, his penis 
began palpitating wildly now. His brain reeled with so many thoughts he 
couldn't sort through them. Sensations were spreading through his body, 
sensations and feelings he had always managed to control until this very 
moment. His balls began to ache from the presence of quickly gathering 
sperm, and he knew that he would have to jack off as soon as he got home. 
Generally, he liked to masturbate when he was in bed, but he would never be 
able to wait until then. 

The lovely blonde woman leaned down and closer to him, and he could feel her 
hot breath on his cheek, like the scorching heat of a branding iron. Her 
hand reached out and her fingers pressed lightly on his knee, seeming to 
burn him right through the cloth of his pants. 

"Well, Mark, would you like to have me for a girl-friend for a while" Susan 
repeated. She had managed to make 'herself more excited than she had with 
Billy. She remembered how she had fingered her vagina while she sucked on 
the cock of the younger boy, and how she had wished that she had a cock in 
her cunt, instead of her fingers. This time was going to be different. Mark 
was certainly old enough to fuck her the way she wanted to be fucked. 
Nothing was going to stop her from getting that pleasure while she broke the 
hold his father had on him. 

"Miss . . . Miss Slater . . . I. . . you . . . " Mark couldn't form the 
words in his mind, let alone his mouth. He tried to press himself tighter 
against the back of the chair, his young heart beating like a trip hammer in 
his chest. 

Susan was determined that she would have this young boy fucking her, and she 
was going to stop at nothing. He seemed as though he was teetering on the 
edge, and she knew the very thing that would bring him totally around. 

"I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside my cunt, Mark. I'll 
be your girl-friend and I'll show you that your father is wrong. 

Fucking is fun, Mark, and I want to have some fun right now. With this." 

As she spoke, she reached out and touched his pulsing penis with the tips of 
her fingers. 

Mark almost crawled up the back of the chair in a convulsive reaction to the 
searing sensation of her fingers on his super-sensitive, virgin penis, but 
he was held by a stronger force, immobilized by the strangeness of what was 
happening to him. Susan began stroking his penis then, increasing the rhythm 
and pressure of her hand. She leaned still closer to him, her breasts 
pressing hotly, softly against his body. Then her lips found his face and 
traced a pattern upward along the smoothness of his young cheek. Her tongue 
flicked out to trail a path of fire along his flesh as she continued 
massaging his cock through his pants. 

"Miss Slater . . . Miss . . . " Mark's young voice was barely above a 
whisper, and his throat was so dry that he barely managed to get the words 
out at all. 

"You want to fuck me, Mark. I know you do. And I want you to fuck me. I want 
to help you. I want to show you that your father is wrong about women. He 
must have had some feeling at one time, and I want to show you that 
feeling." 

"Ooooohhhh . . . " 

Mark couldn't help himself. like a tightly coiled spring, he snapped 
forward, and his mouth was grinding against his teacher's, his tongue 
thrusting deep into her mouth. Susan's hand began to move faster and faster 
on his turgid, swollen shaft, and she sucked and nibbled at his tongue, 
swirling her own around and around inside, as though she were teaching him 
what to do . . . and how to do it. As if with a will of its own, the young 
boy's hand came up and found her breast, squeezed and kneaded the soft, 
pliant flesh momentarily, then popped several buttons as he reached in 
through the seam and pulled it away to expose both luscious mounds with 
their desire-swollen nipples and dark pink aureoles. He could feel the 
wetness of the seminal fluid seeping from the gland on the hard rubbery tip 
of his cock as Susan continued to massage him through his pants. Christ, he 
had never even held hands with a girl before, and here he was, rubbing her 
tits while she stroked his cock. It was too much. If only his father could 
see him now. HIS FATHER! 

As that thought ripped through his mind, he suddenly realized what was 
happening. As his fingers kneaded and squeezed the hot resilient flesh of 
her breasts and his hard penis spasmed nearly out of control, he realized 
that anyone could come into this room. They would see what was happening, 
and they would tell his father. Boy, would he get a licking if his father 
found out what he had done. He'd be black and blue for a month . . . if he 
were lucky! 

He pulled himself away from his teacher's mouth violently and did a half 
flip over the arm of the chair, so that her hand left his cock and he was 
standing away from her, his face flushed with a brilliant crimson from a 
wild combination of shame, fear and arousal. He tried not to look at the 
half-naked blonde woman. 

"Why . . . Mark . . . What's the matter?" Susan asked, not at all 
understanding what could have caused such a reaction. "We're all alone in 
here. We don't have to worry about anything." 

"No . . . the cleaning lady . . . she might come in . . . someone can just 
walk in and . . . " 

"No one will come in," Susan said softly, trying to calm him down a little. 
She could see even more clearly now the damage his father had done to him. 
He was afraid to experience the greatest of all pleasures. Susan hoped that 
she hadn't gotten to him too late. "I want you to fuck me. That's all we 
have to think about." Susan meant every word of that. She had worked herself 
up to a fever pitch, and she was not about to be denied satisfaction now. . 
. not after all she had worked for nearly within her grasp. 

"No," he said, starting to walk to the door. He had to get away from this 
place. The memory of her breasts still burned on his hands. He knew that 
would never be able to wait until he got home to jack off now. He would have 
to get to the bathroom at the end of the hall.. . if he could hold out that 
long. 

But as he put his hand on the door know, he heard his teacher call his name 
from behind him. 

"Mark," she whispered softly, as though she were going to tell him 
everything would be all right. 

He turned around, his face still bright red, his tongue and lips and throat 
as dry as the desert, but when he saw her, he nearly fell to the floor with 
his shock. 

Susan was standing in the middle of the small room, totally naked. 

She had slipped out of her already unbuttoned blouse and unzipped her skirt, 
letting both garments fall to a little puddle around her trim ankles. Mark 
gazed with a young boy's intent at her supple nakedness, his eyes roaming 
over the smooth, cream white flesh of her body. He saw the twin mounds of 
her full, apple shaped breasts, topped with the cherry-sized nipples, which 
were hard and distended with her passion. He stared at the perfect 
hour-glass shape of her waist and the delightful flaring out of her 
well-fleshed hips. 

And at the golden triangle of her cuntal hair, glistening with thick drops 
of vaginal lubrication that had already seeped from her passion-flushed 
pussy lips. 

Susan stood with her legs spread wide apart, her head and shoulders pulled 
back, her hands knuckled provocatively at him with her mouth parted kitten 
like, the tip of her wet pink tongue barely piercing her lips. Her breasts 
seemed to quiver as if with some inner vibration, and her legs were moist 
with the flowing juices of her passion-flowered cuntal mouth. 

Mark opened his mouth, but there was nothing he could say. She looked more 
lovely than any of the girls in the pictures he had seen . . . and she was 
real! 

Slowly, slowly, Susan lowered her hands, her eyes fastened on his, and 
pressed her finger tips to the glistening yellow triangle of her shimmering 
pussy mound, lightly caressing herself between her legs, her nails 
glistening as she blazed a path through the thick, silken hair surrounding 
her cunt. When her fingers reached the glistening pink slit between her 
legs, she placed the thumb and forefinger of her left hand on either side of 
the soft shining lips and spread them apart, revealing the trembling pink 
bud of her clitoris to the young boy's lust-enticed gaze. With her right 
hand then, she traced up her cuntal slit until her finger came in contact 
with the trembling bud. She tweaked it once . . . twice, teasing herself, 
increasing the flow of vaginal lubrication running down her trembling 
thighs. Then her middle finger went lower until it poised at the lips of her 
vagina, and finally slipped easily inside her cuntal sheath, buried to the 
second knuckle. She withdrew it slowly, and slipped it in again, withdrew it 
and slipped it in, fucking herself as she had done while she was sucking on 
Billy's cock. She knew she was taking a chance that she would completely 
frighten Mark away, but it was a chance she was certain was worth taking. 
She was hedging all her bets that nature would take its course against the 
training and indoctrination he had received from his father. 

Faster and faster her finger slid wetly in and out of her naked cunt, and as 
she rolled and twisted her hips with delight at the sensations she was 
causing to spread throughout her body, she spoke to her student in a low, 
easy voice. 

"I want you to fuck me. I want you to come over here and put your cock in my 
cunt. Is that asking too much? I want to feel your cock instead of my 
finger, Mark." 

The young boy couldn't believe what he was hearing. No one he knew ever 
talked like that.. . not even some of the older boys at the high school. The 
sound of her voice uttering words like "cock" and "cunt" lashed at his young 
mind, and he could feel himself losing all control. 

"Take your clothes off, Mark. I want to see your penis. I know you have a 
big cock, Mark. I felt it. 

Now I want to see what it looks like." 

This was too much for the young boy. He couldn't think of a thing, save for 
the incredible burning heat churning in his cock and balls. The sight of his 
lovely teacher finger-fucking herself right in front of him, totally 
unashamed that he was looking at her.. . It was all too much. 

He had to fuck her. There were no two ways about it! 

He really wasn't sure what he was doing, but some how, he managed to 
unbutton his shirt as he walked toward the lovely young woman, slipping out 
of the thin spring garment and dropping it to the floor as he approached. 
Everything seemed like a dream to him now, one in which there was no reality 
or unreality. He watched her middle finger cease its rhythmic motion in and 
out of her vagina as he walked toward her, and her face became creased with 
a knowing smile, one which spoke of her triumph over his father as she 
claimed her victory. His hands went to her, pulling her finger away from her 
tight young cunt with a loud wet popping sound, rubbing her body hard 
against his, pulling her naked hips tightly up against him. 

He felt her hands fumbling with his belt, opening it, and then pulling down 
the fly of his pants, helping him shed the defensive shell of his clothing. 

And suddenly, he was as naked as she was.. . actually naked in front of a 
naked woman. It took several moments for the reality of the situation to 
sink in. Nothing like this had ever happened to him, and he had never 
thought that it would. For a moment, he wasn't sure if he liked the wild and 
strange sensations searing through his fourteen year old body, but it didn't 
take him long to make up his mind. He liked them all right. He liked them a 
lot. It was better than being naked in bed, beating off. 

"Ooooohhhh . . . " Susan squealed as she stepped back to admire his 
nakedness. "Your cock is so large, just like I knew it would be. It's bigger 
than I thought. Mmmmmmmmm . . . I can't wait to have it inside me, and I 
know you can't wait to put it there." 

"Right here? In the room here?" Mark asked, as though he might be expecting 
them to hop in her car and go somewhere. 

"There's a bed right here," Susan said, nearly laughing at his innocence. 
"This place is as good as any . . . and better than most." 

Her laughter after that rippled and echoed through the small room as she 
pulled him the few short steps to the bed in the room, and then dropped to 
the mattress, pulling him down over her, entwining her body with his. 

Mark was still a little confused. He had thought that he was going to be 
severely punished by his teacher when she made him stay after rehearsal, but 
he wouldn't have left the room now for all the paper routes in the town. 
This was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and he was going to 
take full advantage of it. He hoped he would make her happy. 

Experimentally, he showered her body with hot moist kisses, delighting in 
everything that was happening around him. He reveled in the warm, musky odor 
that wafted at his nostrils as he pressed his face in the deep clefted 
valley of her soft, pliant breasts, his hands moving over them, cupping 
them, and them moving down to grasp and squeeze at the firmness of her 
buttocks. She was breathing into his ear, and her tongue flicked out to 
dance inside, racing along the soft sensitive skin there. Her hands searched 
down between their tightly locked bodies to locate the hot hardness of his 
young cock, and she smiled as she heard him gasp when her soft, warm fingers 
closed around it, pressuring it delightfully. Then his mouth was pressing 
against her lips and their tongues lashed and danced with each others. Susan 
crushed the full length of her body passionately against his as she opened 
her legs wide, her cunt flaring open, waiting eagerly. 

Susan felt exactly now as she had that night so long ago, and she was 
certain that Mark would be able to satisfy her, even though she could tell 
this was his first time fucking a woman. Her small, soft hands were running 
wildly up and down his body, tracing the muscles of his adolescent body, 
exploring the tautly clenched cheeks of his ass, searching all of him, 
delighting in the sensations of his closeness to her. His cock rested hard 
against her thighs, trailing dribbles of semen along her white flesh, 
mingling with her own flowing cuntal emissions. She reached under her own 
buttocks as she levered their tightly entwined bodies up with the full 
strength of her back, and with both hands pulled open her vaginal lips, 
spreading them apart to give his young penis greater contact with the moist 
sensitive flesh as it slipped off her thigh to lie full length in her warm 
wet crevice, the bulbous, mushroom-shaped head resting deliriously against 
her achingly rigid clitoris. Then she relaxed, dropping her body back to the 
mattress, his solid shaft trapped hotly between her warm, fully fleshed 
thighs. 

Mark was totally confused. Since nothing like this had every happened to him 
before, he was forced to rely on his instincts . . . instincts as old as 
mankind itself. He moved his hands between her shoulders and the bed and ran 
them down the smooth curves of her back and hips, exploring her, delighting 
in his first sexual experience, making little purling sounds deep in his 
throat. The raised ridges of her spine felt hot to his young, tender hands 
as she began to undulate her body up against him in a slow, teasing tempo. 
The tightness of her thighs pressed against the outside of his hips, and he 
was glad for the moment that she was taking the dominant roll. He could 
almost picture what it would be like to have his throbbing hard shaft 
piercing her soft, moist cuntal flanges and driving endlessly to her hot 
little belly. 

Susan's nails clawed along his back, making long red trails in his young 
skin. He pushed his hands farther down beneath her, cupping and kneading the 
ripeness of her buttocks in his palms, pulling her pussy up tighter against 
him. He sawed his perns up and down in the seething slit, noting that it 
became more and more moist with each passing moment as her passion flowed 
out of her there. Her ass-cheeks began a more desperate rotation up against 
his loins until her legs snaked out rapidly and wrapped around him, her 
ankles locking tightly in the back of his thighs, pulling him tightly 
against her. 

"Now.. . fuck me now, Mark. I want to feel your cock filling me. Fuck me. 
Fuck me. Fuck me!" 

She reached between them, groping for his cock, and her small, warm fingers 
circled around his hard, throbbing penis and guided it up between the moist 
pink lips of her needing vagina. Mark couldn't believe the sensations 
ripping through his inexperienced form. This had to be a million times 
better than beating off. He moaned passionately as he felt her hands 
gripping his painfully swollen cock and stroke it up and down, moving his 
cock-head just along the passion-flushed lips of her sucking cunt. The 
pressure of his balls threatened to blow his mind as she pressed his 
cock-head at the softly trembling opening of her seething cuntal slit, and 
he sensed that the time was right. 

The young boy flexed his hips with a sudden, anxious thrust that drove his 
huge, blood-hard rod deep into the passionately moaning woman's hungrily 
clasping vagina. It seemed to slide through her vaginal orifice unendingly, 
his balls hammering wetly against the naked flesh of her upturned buttocks. 
He felt her soft, elastic cuntal flesh slip wetly along the full expanse of 
his lust-engorged penis, swallowing the entire shaft as it raced the full 
length of her naked belly, like a mighty piston fitting perfectly into a 
well-lubricated cylinder. 

"Aaaahhaah . . . ! " Susan moaned in blissful release beneath him. 

Then, Mark felt the head of his cock rest hard against the sensitive ring of 
her cervix as every single inch of his penis tilled her. 

"Mmmmmmmmm . . . oooohhhhh!" she mewled. "Aaaaahhhh . . . that's it, love . 
. . that's the way to fuck me, Mark. I can feel every inch of your cock 
inside me. Fuck me with it. Fuck me with your cock. Now. NOW!" 

There was no thought of his father on Mark's mind now. Pleasure had 
completely wiped his mind clean of the things his father had taught him. Her 
wild abandoned cries were all he knew at that moment, and they caused him to 
grind his pelvis harder into the writhing, pliant flesh of the young woman 
beneath him with long hard strokes. Susan strained back under him, arching 
her loins up to him, lifting both of them completely off the mattress. She 
moaned unceasingly now under his hard-driving cock, opening and closing her 
legs around him as she worked up and down in a primitive tempo. Her mouth 
gaped open wide, her head tossing from side to side in complete, wild 
abandon. 

"Oooohhh . . . it's good . . . it's good . . . that's the way . . . that's 
it. . . fuck me hard . . . hard . . . " she mewled, remembering now all 
those things that had happened long ago with Larry. Mark's cock was easily 
as large as Larry's had been, and she felt as though her thighs were being 
split apart by its delicious girth. His pulsating hardness fucked forward up 
to the very depths of her belly, her inner vaginal walls clasping around the 
hardened cock like a tight-fitting glove. She could feel every pulsing vein 
on its underside, and the broad lust-filled tip felt so good as it pressed 
against her cervix that she was certain she would cry tears of joy. 

Mark couldn't believe the sensations of having a real cunt tightly clasping 
his cock like this. It was better than anything he could have imagined. He 
began a low, rhythmical fucking motion, feeling his way as he went along, 
gradually increasing the length of his strokes until his loins were pumping 
like a jackhammer against Susan's wildly squirming pelvis. At first, Mark 
had been pulling his teacher's body up to meet him in quick little jerking 
motions, his hands grasping her tautly rounded buttocks, but now he felt her 
swooping up on his rigid cock of her own accord, making tiny grinding 
motions up against his pelvis each time he buried himself into her up to the 
hilt. 

Then he felt her moist cunt begin a gentle massaging motion around the thick 
hilt of his lust-enraged penis. Mark ground his loins into the squirming 
flaccid saddle of her flesh as she strained up to meet him, arching her back 
again and again as she lifted them both off the mattress. Her thighs 
trembled ceaselessly under his body grinding into hers, opening and closing 
around his hips like the useless struggle of a butterfly pinned to a board. 
Gradually, her moans took up a chanting that matched the rhythmic pulse of 
his steady in and out rhythm up between her quivering thighs. 

Mark sensed everything that was happening to him, each slight experience 
registering on his mind and made all the better because it was his first 
time. He could feel his cock expanding and growing up inside her soft white 
belly as he carefully met her accelerating rocking movements, pulling his 
young swollen hardness out to an inch from the tip before driving it hard 
back into her palpitating cunt, then gradually out again, faster and faster. 
Again and again he stroked into the warm steaming moistness of her hotly 
clinging pussy, his sperm-inflated testicles slapping each time against her 
roundly working buttocks below. 

Susan never dreamed that a youth with complete inexperience would be able to 
make her feel this satisfied. She knew that she had managed to break through 
the influence his father had instilled in him, that after this moment, he 
would be able to lead a normal life, free of the hatred brought about by his 
father. 

But those thoughts were tossed to the wind as she began concentrating all 
her attention on the blissful sensations her student was bringing her body. 
Her mouth hung slackly open as she groaned out loud in the empty room. 
Ceaseless deep-throated moans escaped from between her lips with each smooth 
stroke of Mark's hard-pistoning cock, her flowing golden hair fanning out 
around her face as she wildly writhed beneath him. 

Mark lifted himself and let his eyes pass down over the tautly stretched 
tendons of his teacher's soft, cream white neck, delighting in the pleasure 
he was able to bring her. There was no doubt in his mind that he could 
please her now, something that he had been worried about when she first 
started this. Like all young boys, he had been frightened by the unknown, 
but that fear dissolved as he saw that he had completely swept her away. 

He glanced a little farther down her body, pausing for a moment to relish 
the eye-pleasing mounds of her heaving, wide-set breasts, their firm pink 
nipples jutting out like tiny berries offered up for him to devour, and then 
he looked on farther past her tender cock-stuffed belly to their merging 
loins below. 

As he fucked deeper and deeper between her wide-splayed legs, he could see 
his blood-distended penis withdrawing almost full length from the clasping 
crimson pink lips of her pussy, then rushing headlong back into the 
up-thrusting mound up between her open thighs. The lovely blonde teacher was 
pushing up to meet his fucking thrusts as though she were unable to wait 
even a split second for his next plunge into her moist hot cunt. Each time 
he drove his penis home to the hilt, the young boy held it there for a 
moment, savoring the delicious sensations as she shuddered on his deeply 
fucking shaft of flesh, her loins jerking in tiny quick rotations that 
threatened to make his cum-laden balls explode at any moment. Since he had 
masturbated, he could tell when he was getting close to ejaculation, and he 
knew that that moment was not too far off. 

Again and again the lovely blonde teacher wrenched her pelvis downward as 
Mark began the long withdrawal, her warm moist pussy sucking at his thick 
throbbing cock like a wild animal in heat. Letting his upper body fall 
forward onto hers again, Mark reveled in the delight that his father was 
wrong about women. He knew that he would have to do this fucking more often 
Susan no longer cared that she was helping one of her students. The only 
thing that mattered to her was her impending climax. Spreading her legs even 
wider to give him greater access to her ravenous pussy, Susan pitched 
crazily under her young student, sensing that she would be reaching that 
long awaited climax soon. Eagerly, she opened and closed her trembling 
thighs around his hips in unison to his deeply fucking strokes into her 
all-consuming cunt. Into his ear, she warbled meaningless cries as though 
she had no control over her voice as she came closer and closer to that 
delirious moment of fulfillment. 

Suddenly the young teacher pulled her knees up under Mark's chest as high as 
they would go, presenting her upward thrusting loins in desperate urging to 
his incredible cock-strokes, and then she found her voice again. 

"Ooooohhhh . . . fuck it. . . fuck it hard . . . hard!" she chanted, 
mumbling those words which had first come to her so long ago, but had not 
been used since then, spurring him on with the sporadic pounding of her 
heels on his tightly clenched young buttocks. Then she moaned as if in pain, 
and Mark thought for a moment that he might be doing something to hurt her. 
That was the last thing he wanted to do, especially since she had opened the 
door of sexual pleasure for him, but as she pulled her thighs up higher and 
pressed her full-mounded breasts tighter against his smooth chest, he knew 
that he was doing nothing wrong. Far from it, in fact. 

"I'm cumming!" the young blonde woman exclaimed as though she couldn't 
believe it, her mouth opening wide in total, ecstatic abandon. "I'm 
cumming!" she repeated, like she was convincing herself. 

The whole of her widely stretched pink pussy was presented to her 
lust-crazed student to use as he wished, her ankles now locked high up over 
his shoulders, her toes curled under into tight little balls. Mark could 
feel her tiny throbbing clitoris jerking along the top of his slowly driving 
cock, as her loins squirmed against him in the wild uninhibited throes of 
her orgasm. Her words had once again become incoherent, unintelligible 
syllables whose meaning was known only to herself, her wide unseeing eyes 
gazing as if in wonder at the reaches of the ceiling. 

Mark was totally marveled at what was happening to his lovely blonde 
teacher. Nothing he had seen in the pictures he had found suggested that 
something like this would happen, and he looked down at the young woman 
racing out of control into a wild climax. He gritted his teeth and clenched 
his buttocks reflexively to keep from cumming himself as he slavered and 
sweated over her harder than he would have dreamed possible. This was so 
much better than jacking off that he wanted it to last as long as possible, 
and the thought that he might be able to fuck her again and again was firmly 
fixed in his mind. What the hell? If he couldn't fuck Miss Slater again, 
there would be plenty of other girls in the orchestra. 

"I'M CUMMIINGG!! " Susan suddenly cried out again, the words urging him on 
to plunge deeper into her wetly gyrating pussy. He could feel her ass-cheeks 
clenching at his tingling cum-swollen balls beneath as she locked herself to 
him with all the strength of her convulsively twitching thighs, shuddering 
against his body, the hotly clasping walls of her cunt flooding warm sticky 
orgasmic juices out around his buried hardness for what seemed like an 
eternity. 

The young blonde held her breath for a long moment and then expelled it as 
though she had been hit in the stomach, her body collapsing limply back onto 
the mattress in the lounge. She lay still and unmoving, uncontrollable 
palpitations of her well-fucked cunt going on and on like a wild animal just 
beginning to be tamed, pulsing around Mark's deeply lodged cock. 

Mark was a little puzzled by her actions, and he slowed his motions, 
wondering what he should do. Reflexively, he flexed his still aching penis 
deep in her tight-clutching vagina, and was shocked when she came to life 
again. 

He reached his hands back under the young blonde woman's still softly 
quivering buttocks to knead the resilient flesh like ripe luscious fruits. 
The physically exhausted woman felt her body again sparking with the hint of 
another orgasm as Mark explored her loins with one hand, his finger wetting 
itself in the fluids seeping from her cunt. He ran his finger then up and 
down the narrow crevice between her buttocks, as though he were searching 
for her tight little anal opening. And then he found it, and he began to 
shove hard against the puckered rubbery ring, as though he wanted to shove 
his finger in, but wasn't.certain if he should. 

"Oooohhhhh . . . uuuummmmm . . . that's it, Mark," Susan whispered softly. 
"That's the way. Shove your finger up my ass like that." 

Mark did as she asked, pushing his finger up into her anus as he again began 
fucking her with his painfully expanded cock. He moved his nearly exploding 
penis in and out of her cunt, and was further startled as Susan began 
rocking back and forth beneath him again. Soon they were fucking together 
again in complete abandoned unison, Susan moaning out low as she sensed the 
ripples of another orgasm building deep in her loins. She hadn't felt this 
completely filled in her life before . . . not even with Larry. The 
sensations spreading through her body were driving her wild. 

"Ooooohhhh . . . MY GOD!" she suddenly cried out, the sound of her voice 
filling the small room. "I'm cumming again. Don't stop! I'M CUMMING!" 

This time Mark could not hold back. His wildly jerking penis expanded hotly 
inside her moistly pulsing pussy, the machine-gun spurts beginning deep down 
in his aching balls at long last. His scalding semen spewed up into her 
wetly flooded cunt as he groaned above her like a wild animal trumpeting his 
lust in the jungle. 

"That's it. . . " Susan hissed up at him. "Fuck me . . . fuck me. . . I'm 
cumming.. . I'm cumming . . . cumming . . . cumming . . . " 

"I. . . . I'm cumming too . . . aaaaahhhh . . . ! " Mark panted. 

"Yes. . . Yes.. . fill me with your hot cum, love," Susan gasped as she felt 
the delicious heated wetness shooting into her like liquid fire. Her hotly 
clasping vagina tightened around his hard-driving thickness as her own 
lust-fired secretions once more erupted and spilled out into the already 
drowning cavern of her wildly quivering pussy channel. 

Mark gave one last powerful lunge up between her upraised legs and held 
himself there to spew out the last precious drop of semen into the sucking 
mouth of the blonde teacher's cunt. 

"I've . . . put . . . my . . . cum . . . in . . . your. . . cunt.. . " Mark 
gasped, not the least in control of his actions or thoughts or words, 
holding his I exploding loins as tight to her squirming pussy flesh as he 
could. He could feel the insides of her I vagina still gushing forth as she 
writhed greedily, anxious to suck from him all the sperm he had to offer. 
Shoving her ass-cheeks downward, Susan squirmed her frantically clutching 
anus around the skewering middle finger of his hand until his palm was 
pressed flat against her buttocks, the tiny ring I of flesh contracting 
around him. Then it was all over for her. It had seemed endless, but she 
gave i one last groan and trembled under him as she let herself collapse on 
the mattress. Her tapering legs fell outward from his body so that she lay 
spread-eagled beneath him, her eyes closed in complete satiation. 

Mark lay still for a moment, savoring the total depletion in his loins. The 
tender young blonde teacher's well-fucked cunt fluttered slightly around his 
now limp penis, and then as he slowly pulled himself away from her until it 
slipped uselessly out of her widely stretched cuntal opening, he at the same 
time pulled his middle finger out from between her silken ass-cheeks with a 
slight popping noise. As he rose up to his knees above his teacher's 
semi-unconscious form he could see the wetly tangled golden hair around the 
sweet lips of her pussy glistening in the light of the room. The smooth 
white flesh of her splayed out inner thighs was sticky with the mingled 
wetness of their fucking, cum dripping in tiny white rivulets down the 
valley of her buttocks. 

Mark was totally speechless. He never dreamed that fucking a real woman 
could be so wonderful. He silently cursed his father for all the things the 
older man had tried to teach him . . . things Mark could see now were wrong. 
There wasn't a thing wrong with Miss Slater, that was for sure, and he was 
certain that he would be checking out some of the other girls he was now in 
contact with. Christ! Some of them he knew, or at least saw from time to 
time in the neighborhood. If he couldn't be going to school with them, at 
least he could talk to them after school, and being with them at rehearsal 
was going to be a real blast from now on. 

"Mark," Susan whispered in an exhausted voice. 

"Yes, Miss Slater?" 

"I think . . . I think you can leave now . . . for your paper route." 

His paper route! He had forgotten all about it! He knew that a lot of people 
were going to be really pissed at him for getting their papers late. Well, 
that was too bad. At the moment, he felt so damn good he didn't care if he 
never worked again. 

Slowly, he pulled himself off his teacher, and she came to a sitting 
position, watching him dress as she had done with Larry. 

The two of them were silent. Susan reasoned that she wouldn't have to make 
Mark promise not to mention this to anyone, and she believed that if she did 
make him promise, just to be on the safe side, she would destroy much of the 
good she had done for him. He had acted like an adult, and she decided that 
she would treat him like one. 

Finally, after a smiling good-bye from her student, Susan was left all 
alone. She liked the feeling of sitting casually in the nude without a care 
in the world like this. She could see now that she had a double mission. One 
was what she had been hired to do . . . get the boys and girls together and 
have them play music as best they could. She had thought that would be 
difficult under the best of circumstances, but it was easy, compared to the 
other part of her mission. She wondered how many other young boys in the 
orchestra felt the same way Mark did about women. She reasoned that Mark was 
just an extreme case, and she believed that she had undone all the damage 
his father had. Mark Phillips and Billy Wilson. She had shown two of her 
students the pleasures they had been missing out of because of their being 
at an all-boy's school. Because Susan's commitment to teaching was so great, 
she realized that she couldn't forsake all the other boys in the orchestra. 
Even though some of them had picked up on Billy's example of at least being 
friendly with the girls, Susan knew that there was much, much more work 
ahead of her. She remembered something that she had been taught.. . 
something that hadn't made sense to her in her classroom, but rang true and 
clear now. 

"Personalized attention for the student is the greatest of all possible 
teaching methods," her own teacher had said. 

She knew that he had instruction in things like math and reading, and in her 
case, music. But there was so much more to life that these kids were 
missing, she thought as she began dressing herself. So much that they can 
only think about, if that much . . . so much that I can give them . . . that 
only I can give them. 

She saw her duty clear then. She would have to give each and every one of 
the boys her own special personalized attention . . . leading them through 
that first affair that would make it possible for them to enjoy life to the 
fullest. 

Of course, she thought to herself, it's not really all that bad. After all, 
I have as much fun as they do!, and I can learn along with them. Who knows? 
There's nothing to say that they can't teach me a few thing as well. I've 
been denying myself a normal sex life as much as these boys have been denied 
one. 

She started to walk out of the building when she saw the cleaning lady busy 
sweeping up a section of the hall way. 

"Oooohhh . . . Miss Slater," the lady said. "I trust that everything went 
well with young Mr. Phillips." 

"Very well, thank you," Susan answered, smiling to herself. 

"I suppose I should have warned you about that one," the cleaning lady said. 
"But I never like to impose my thoughts on another person." 

"Something tells me that there won't be any more trouble from him," Susan 
told her. 

"Oooohhh.. . I hope you weren't too hard on the young boy." 

"Thorough," Susan said as she opened the door to leave, "But hardly too hard 
on him. I'm certain he learned something from the experience." 

"That's nice," Susan heard the cleaning lady say as she closed the door 
behind her. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The rest of the week passed quickly, as did the following week. Susan put 
her plan of personalized instruction into action right after each rehearsal. 
She would single out one boy who looked as though he needed help, keep him 
after the rehearsal without telling him what she was planning to do, and 
then teach him the pleasures of sex after everyone else had left. She got 
things squared away with the cleaning woman by telling the older lady that 
she wanted to use the little room behind the stage as a place where she 
could discipline those students who needed it. At first the cleaning lady 
thought that Susan might be being a little harsh, since the new teacher 
never told her exactly what that disciplining entailed, but when she saw the 
change coming over those students Susan had already kept after, she was more 
willing to let the lovely young teacher do what she wanted. 

Susan noticed several changes after she had put her new methods into full 
swing. For one thing, there was no more tension and discord between the boys 
and girls. They not only started getting along better with one another, but 
were actually teaming up, those who were better players helping those who 
were not as naturally gifted. Billy and Cindy seemed to have formed a team 
that reminded Susan so much of how she and Larry had been that she almost 
wanted to cry from the good feeling it brought her. In fact, she managed to 
get Larry's address from his mother and wrote him a letter, telling him some 
of the things she was doing. She wondered how he would react to getting a 
letter from her, since they had drifted apart when he left. 

Mark's actions especially stunned those children Susan had not yet gotten 
to. He was polite for a change, and not only to Susan, but to those girls 
that were in his section. And his friends seemed to sense that his change 
was not merely to please their teacher. . . brown nosing, but was actually a 
genuine change . . . something that had changed within him. 

One by one, other boys began to realize what had caused the change in both 
Billy and Mark as Susan singled them out and took them to the "discipline 
room" as the lounge back stage had been labeled. No one told anyone else 
about what went on there, knowing that words were totally inadequate, and 
that those who hadn't been there probably wouldn't believe it anyway. 

There was another change that Susan noticed. . . something so subtle that 
she only noticed it when she stopped to think about it. 

The orchestra was beginning to sound better than she could have possible 
hoped when she first came. Not only were the players getting along better, 
they were playing together as though they had been rehearsing with each 
other all their young lives. And the more Susan took her little boys into 
the room, fucking them and licking them, having them lick her breasts and 
cunt while she sucked on their sweet young cocks, the better they sounded. 

Things were moving swiftly as a result of that. By the end of the second 
week, they were at a point where Susan hadn't thought they would be until 
the end of the month. She almost thought of telling her professor that the 
theory of personalized attention ought to be expanded to every facet of 
education, but she thought the better of that. After all, she knew that 
there were some people who would deny that she was doing any good . . . who 
would in fact say that she was causing a great deal of harm. Those people 
would totally overlook the end results of her actions, and would impose 
their out-moded morals on her . . . morals that had nearly ruined some of 
the students already. 

Thus it was that Susan and her orchestra became a close knit group. Randy 
Wilkens, the director of the boy's school, hadn't made one appearance at a 
rehearsal, and Susan was more than glad for that. It gave her a totally free 
hand in her actions, and as long as things were moving swiftly and smoothly, 
she saw no reason to change her methods. 

But not everything was moving smoothly, as she learned at the beginning of 
the third week. By this time, she had offered her attention to nearly half 
the boys in the orchestra who she thought really needed help. As she lead 
the group through the third movement and part of the fourth, she found that 
her thoughts were dwelling on what had happened the last Friday. One boy, 
not yet twelve, had appeared shy and totally withdrawn right from the very 
beginning, and seemed to have gotten worse when Mark, Billy and some of the 
other boys were especially friendly to some of the girls in his section. No 
matter how hard he tried, he simply could not compete with those boys Susan 
had taken care of all ready. After that rehearsal, she had taken him to the 
room and stripped his young lithe frame as slowly as she could while she had 
him do the same to her. At first, he had been frightened, but soon nature 
took over where his knowledge ended, and when she slipped her lush lips 
around the throbbing hardness of his hot young penis, he totally surprised 
her by suggesting that he suck her vagina while she had his cock tin her 
mouth. This was something new for Susan, blind at first she was a little 
frightened herself at its strangeness. But she reasoned, quickly, that she 
might learn something new and exciting, and she agreed, never once 
regretting her decision once he started. Bruce Roberts was the boy's name, 
and he explored every inch of her moist seething vagina with his slender hot 
tongue, thrusting it in and out between her legs as though he hadn't eaten 
for a week, and her cum-juices were his only nourishment. She almost had to 
laugh when she finally came, inundating his face tightly trapped between her 
spasming thighs with the heated wetness from her cunt, but laughing was 
totally out of the question as he flooded her mouth at the same moment with 
the warm creamy thick flood of his semen. 

Susan never thought that something like that would make her feel as good as 
it had, and she reminded herself that she really could learn something from 
her students as she taught them. 

Her thoughts had caused her to lose a beat, and in no time, the orchestra 
fell apart without her needed direction. The way the violins raced ahead of 
the brass, while falling behind the woodwinds was so comical that everyone 
had to stop for a long moment to get serious again. The sound of children 
laughing drowned out Susan's own laughter as she told them to take a short 
break before they gave it another try. 

During that break, Susan viewed the fruits of her energies. Already pairs of 
boys and girls were forming. Bruce and Jill Strombern were talking very 
secretively, no doubt planning something together after the rehearsal. Mark 
was busy making several girls at once laugh with his exaggerated antics, and 
Susan's trained eyes could see that he had already singled out one of them 
for some activity later on. She remembered the satisfying fuck he had given 
her, and she almost envied the young girl, Linda Peters. There were going to 
be some good times had by the two of them. Billy and Cindy were engaged in a 
serious discussion about something or other, and while Susan would like to 
have known what it was they were talking about, she realized that it was 
between the two of them. 

While she was looking over her little group, smiling inwardly and outwardly 
at the good feeling she sensed, she felt a slight tugging on her sweater. 

She looked down to see Terry Simpson, a blonde girl with wide blue eyes and 
the type of smooth skin one does not usually associate with children of her 
age. Susan had always thought of Terry as something of a daughter. Terry 
looked so much like Susan had when she was thirteen that she could have 
easily passed for her daughter. Terry was something of a shy little girl, 
though without a doubt one of the more pretty girls in the orchestra. She 
had the strange distinction of playing in the percussion section, which 
placed her right next to Harold Morse, one of the boys Susan had not yet 
fucked. 

"Yes, Terry?" Susan asked, dropping to her knees so that she was eye level 
with the young girl. 

"Miss Slater . . . I. . . I . . . I want to go to the discipline room," 
Terry said, fear obvious in her trembling young face. 

At first, Susan couldn't believe that she had heard correctly. She continued 
smiling at the lovely young girl, almost as though she were still waiting 
for an answer. Realization suddenly dawned on the young blonde teacher, and 
her smile changed into an expression of seriousness. 

"You . . . you what?" she asked softly, just to make sure she had heard 
correctly. 

"I want to go to the discipline room," Terry said, this time with a little 
more determination. 

Susan narrowed her eyes at the young girl. "Wha . . . why?" she asked, 
trying to figure out who Terry could have heard about it from. 

"Well. . . Harold and I. . . we kinda like each other, Miss Slater," Terry 
said as she turned a beat red from her obvious embarrassment. "But we . . . 
well.. . we don't know what to do." 

Susan listened patiently, wondering how she could possibly handle this 
situation. She hadn't expected something like this to crop up. It never 
occurred to her that some of the girls might need the same help as the boys 
did, and even if it had, she wasn't sure what she could do about it. 

"Mark told Harold that you could help us by taking us to the discipline 
room, and Harold told me to ask you," Terry said, looking as though she 
might be asking too much of her teacher. 

"Did Mark tell you what happens in there?" Susan asked. 

"Well. . . no . . . but he said it was a lot of fun," Terry said hopefully. 

Susan breathed a sigh of relief. The last thing she needed was to have 
anyone, even Mark, spreading rumors about what she was doing . . . even if 
those rumors were true. 

"Well.. . I don't really know if I can help you," Susan said, feeling as 
though she were failing in her duties for the first time since she had come 
to the school. 

"Please, Miss Slater," Terry begged, tears welling up in her eyes and making 
them look like deep pools of shimmering water. 

"Uh . . . well. . . what does Harold say?" Susan asked, trying to think of 
what, if anything, she could do to help. She realized that she couldn't turn 
her back on any student, and this problem was really taxing her imagination. 

"Harold says he'll go along with anything you say," Terry said. 

Susan stretched her neck and found Harold standing in his section, oblivious 
to what was going on around him as he stared hopefully in Susan's direction. 

The young student teacher thought quickly. While she had merely put the 
orchestra on a break for a little while, nothing could be harmed by her 
dismissing them early. After all, they were making so much progress so 
quickly that it might do them some good to leave early. 

"All right," she said, placing her hand on Terry's shoulder. "I'll send 
everyone home early and well go to the room. You and I and Harold." 

"Oooooohhhh . . . Thank you, Miss Slater!" Terry squealed. Her happiness 
calmed Susan somewhat. She found it hard to believe that Terry, a girl of 
thirteen, would need some sort of help. She wondered if perhaps Terry might 
have come under the same type of influence that Mark had.. . an overly 
restrictive parent trying to impose out-dated morals on her. Perhaps both 
Harold and Terry thought things were more complex then they really were. 
Almost anything was possible, Susan thought. Again she silently cursed the 
type of school system that would separate boys and girls at that very moment 
in their lives when they should be together as much as possible. 

"Attention . . . everyone . . . " Susan tapped with her baton to bring the 
noise down. Some of the players began returning to their sections, thinking 
that the break was over and they would have to once again start work. "Since 
we've come a lot farther than I thought we would have by this point, I've 
decided that we could all stand to leave early. Therefore, I'm dismissing 
you right now. I hope you all put the free hour to good use." 

There was a general cheer as the children scrambled to pack their 
instruments. Even though they liked playing for Miss Slater, there was 
nothing better than free time. Some of the boys, those Susan had already 
taken to the room, smiled knowingly at her and each other, and when they saw 
that Harold and Terry were not collecting their books, they smiled at them 
as well. 

"Come on . . . scoot," Susan said to hurry the stragglers so she could get 
down to the business of helping the young girl. If there was anything Susan 
had to admire about the change that had come over all the children, it was 
that they all recognized that some of them needed help. No one teased those 
that Susan had taken into the room, another factor that Susan thought of as 
a sign of the maturity she was able to bring her students. 

In no time, Susan, Terry and Harold were the only people left in the school. 
Susan felt herself feeling pretty much the same way she had felt when she 
first took Mark to the room . . . knowing that something would have to be 
done, but not knowing what that thing was. In a way, it was that uncertainty 
that gave the young teacher a sense of hope. She had improvised then, and 
things had worked out so well that she had continued her plan of action. She 
began to think that-once again she was on the verge of a break-through in 
modem education. She had never once thought of having any more than one 
student with her at a time, but Terry and Harold seemed to fit so well 
together that being in the room with one and not the other was certainly the 
wrong thing. 

But what really frightened her was that she would be dealing with Terry, and 
not Harold. What was she supposed to do? Should she have Harold fuck her and 
let Terry watch? At first that seemed like the logical approach, but as she 
thought about it for a little while, she discarded that idea. There had to 
be something better. 

Should she just let Terry and Harold go at it? Almost as soon as she thought 
of that, she placed it out of her mind. Even though both she and Larry had 
fucked each other before they had sex with anyone else, they had been older 
than either Terry or Harold, and the two younger children might not be able 
to overcome the traumas that can arise with mistakes that would certainly be 
made. 

Susan tried to think of what she knew about the two young students. Harold 
was a rather out going boy . . . friendly and willing to try anything at 
least once. Terry was . . . 

Susan stopped herself. She really didn't know Terry all that well. She knew 
that she liked Terry, but the girl seemed so shy and withdrawn that.. . 

At that moment, Susan stopped her thinking. An idea formed in her mind . . . 
one that appeared as if out of the blue. It certainly couldn't have come 
from anything Susan had seen or heard of, since she couldn't remember having 
heard or read about what she was thinking, and she would have remembered 
something like this. 

As the three of them walked backstage, both children giggling nervously at 
being in the room, Susan brought them to a sudden halt. 

"Terry," she said in a warm, soothing voice. "Are you sure you want to go 
through with this?" 

"Oooohhh . . . yes, Miss Slater," the young girl answered, her pretty little 
face creased with a little girl smile. 

"And you trust me?" 

"Why . . . sure, Miss Slater." The girl's smile vanished and was replaced 
with a puzzled look. 

"Good," Susan said, resuming her walk toward the room. The more she 
developed the idea in her mind, the more excited she became herself, and the 
more eager she was to put her plan into action. "Because I'm going to try 
something just a little different with the two of you. If everything works 
out the way I think it will, you won't have a thing to worry about." 

If there had been any doubt at all in either Terry or Harold, Susan's calm 
soothing voice wiped it away. The three of them entered the room, all 
smiles. Susan closed the door and locked it, making sure that they would be 
alone this time, since what she was planning was so totally different than 
anything else that had happened in the room she wanted to make sure she 
wasn't accidentally discovered. 

"All right," the young teacher said, rubbing her hands together. "Let's get 
down to it. Terry, take off your clothes." 

Terry looked at Susan as though the teacher had said nothing at all, and she 
was still waiting to hear what was going to happen. 

"Terry," Susan repeated, "we can't get anything done if you don't pay 
attention." 

"But.. . but I thought you told me to . . . " 

"That's exactly what I said," Susan said smiling and starting to pull off 
her own sweater. "I want you to get naked as I'm going to get." 

"In front of Harold?" Terry asked, still not quite understanding. 

"Naturally," the lovely teacher said as she began slithering out of her 
skirt. In a few moments, she was wearing nothing but her skimpy bikini 
panties. 

Her full rounded breasts had never been held behind the restricting modesty 
of a bra, and she could hear Harold gasp with delight and amazement as the 
rounded globes dropped free, their nipples already hard and distended with 
her mounting passion. 

For a moment, Terry could do little more than stare at her teacher. She 
hadn't known what to expect when she came into the room, but this certainly 
hadn't been it. As she watched her teacher strip with apparent ease, though, 
the young girl sensed that this might be kind of fun. Meekly at first, and 
then with more and more resolve, she began taking off her clothing.. . . 
First her shoes and socks, as though she were hesitating, and then her 
blouse and slacks, and finally her training bra and white nylon panties, 
until she was as naked as her teacher was. 

"WOW!" Harold said, totally surrounded as he was by two naked women. Terry 
gave a little nervous laugh, but made no attempt to hide herself from either 
Miss Slater or Harold. Susan, having been in a situation something like this 
before, was totally in command her herself. She looked at Harold, who looked 
as though he was lost in a dream world. 

"Well, young man," Susan said in a matter-of-fact voice. "We can't have you 
keeping all your clothes on with the two of us standing here in our 
birtliday suits, now can we Terry?" 

Terry was still a little too nervous to do anything but giggle, but Harold 
was catching on a lot faster. "You want me to get out of my clothes too, 
Miss Slater?" he asked almost hopefully. 

"I knew you were a smart young man," Susan said smiling from ear to ear. 

It was easier for Harold to get into the swing of things, Susan noticed. 
Even before he had pulled his jeans over his ankles, the young teacher 
noticed that he already had an erection, something that was to be expected 
with two naked women almost within arm's reach. But it wasn't until he 
lowered his pants around his feet and kicked them away that she realized 
just how large his thirteen year old penis really was. Although he was a 
year younger than Mark was, his cock was easily as large, if not larger, 
than Larry's had been. It seemed as though Harold's penis had developed 
before the rest of his body. If there was ever a man who was built to make a 
lot of women happy in the years to come, Harold Morse was that man . . . or 
boy, Susan corrected herself. No wonder he wanted to be brought to the room! 

The three naked people stood silent for a moment as Susan ran through her 
mind those things she was planning. If there had been any doubt in her mind 
that Terry and Harold would be able to go along with her plan, that doubt 
vanished. The clothes they had been wearing, rather than enhancing their 
bodies, actually detracted from them. Now that they were both naked, Susan 
was certain that she had encountered two people who were destined for all 
the pleasures sex could possibly offer. 

For the moment, Susan wanted to concentrate all her attention on Terry. 

"Harold," she said, "what I want you to do at the moment is just watch. 
You'll be getting in on this in a little while, but for the moment, I have 
to feel my own way through this." 

"What are you going to do, Miss Slater?" Terry asked, her young, high 
pitched voice betraying a slight amount of fear. 

"I'm going to do something I'm sure your parents wouldn't like," Susan 
smiled. "But I've found that for the most part, parents aren't really all 
that smart. First, I want you to lay down on the floor." 

Terry did as she was told, and for a long moment, Susan stood over her, 
letting her eyes drink in the budding beauty of the young girl. God, Susan 
thought to herself. Who would have thought that Terry was so lovely? What 
ever happened to the idea of the skinny girl still to grow up? 

Terry was as fully developed as Harold was. Already her breasts were large 
and round, sitting proudly on her smooth chest, their nipples bright red and 
contrasting sharply with the milk-white mounds. Her body was classically 
curved, moving in toward her waist, and flaring out at her rounded hips, 
forming a perfect hour-glass shape that Susan rarely saw. As the young girl 
stretched out on the floor, moving more and more casually as she became 
accustomed to the idea of being naked in front of other people, Susan 
noticed that Terry's excitement was obvious. Perhaps the young girl didn't 
know it yet, but she was already sexually aroused, evidenced by the thin 
sheen of cuntal emissions already flowing from her visibly twitching pussy 
lips. 

The thin mound of hair rimmed her tender young vagina was as golden as the 
hair that flowed from her head and fanned out behind her on the floor, and 
Susan's trained eye made out the faint glistening of cuntal dewdrops in the 
yellow moss at the joining of her legs. 

Susan had never once considered taking part in a lesbian activity, but she 
believed that it was her duty to teach all her students, and not just the 
boys. She hadn't really thought that seeing Terry naked like this would 
excite her as much as it was, but there was no doubt that she herself was 
getting excited. Why that should have been she didn't know, but she decided 
that it would be a little silly to try and reason something like that at a 
time like this. There was pleasure to be had . . . there was teaching to be 
done. . . . Why should she even try and understand things which seemed to be 
beyond her understanding? So many things had happened in the last two weeks 
that nothing would have bothered her at that point. 

Susan looked around the cleaning room, as though she were lost in thought. 
She listened with half a mind to Terry's repeated questions about what she 
was going to do. In truth, Susan really didn't know what she was going to 
do.. . . 

Until she saw a stack of towels resting on a shelf. Since they were 
separated from a pile of rags and other towels, Susan knew that they must be 
clean, and seeing them gave her an idea. 

"Have you ever had a massage?" the older woman asked the younger. 

"A . . . a massage?" Terry said, thoughtfully. "No. . . but sometimes my 
mother will rub me when I can't get to sleep." 

Susan smiled as she took the top towel from the stack and shook it open. 
Walking over to the reclining young naked blonde girl, Susan lowered herself 
to her knees and spoke in soothing, even tones. "I'm going to rub you with 
this towel, Terry," she said. "I'm going to give you a massage. That should 
make things pretty easy a little later on." 

Terry thought for a moment. Nothing like this had ever happened, and she 
knew that this went against everything her parents had taught her, but those 
things had not made her happy. For the last two weeks now, she had seen the 
smiles and general happiness of the children who had been in this room, and 
she wanted to share in that happiness. If what her parents had taught her 
was not making her happy, then she would have to seek something else. She 
trusted Miss Slater totally, even though she was feeling a little funny in 
her young belly . . . and more funny with each passing moment. 

Susan extended her hand and began rubbing Terry's face with the fluffy 
towel. Then she brought it slowly down past the slender length of the young 
girl's throat, across her smooth rounded shoulders and along her sides. 
Susan's breathing was ragged now, a measure of her own increasing 
excitement, and she felt Terry shiver once, and then relax. 

"Does this feel good, Terry?" the teacher asked, her face creased with a 
warm, loving smile. 

"Uuuuummmm . . . " Terry moaned in answer as she stretched, wiggling her 
naked body, waiting for the touch of the towel again. It did feel good. It 
felt so nice to have her naked body rubbed like this. She felt totally 
relaxed, and actually forgot all about the fact that she was naked in the 
same room with the naked Harold. Susan's eyes were becoming glazed with her 
own mounting lust and passion as she stroked the young girl's budding young 
breast, moving the tip of the towel slowly around the swelling mounds, 
watching them ripple as she awakened the first signs of sexual arousal in 
the student. Susan's eyes drank in the swiftly forming beauty of the 
thirteen year old, seeing in the younger girl the possibility of sheer and 
unbridled loveliness in the years to come. Her own tight cunt began 
secreting fluids of her mounting arousal, and she was almost trembling from 
her pent-up passion which surprised her in its rapid formation and 
increasing strength. She hadn't really thought that this would arouse as 
much as it did, and she hadn't been expecting her feelings to take these 
swift and decided directions. 

The towel circled Terry's breasts, and her young legs began to undulate, 
open and close, almost imperceptibly with automatic response to the strange 
fire that was starting in her loins. Susan saw the nipples of her budding 
mounds becoming distended and hard, and she brushed the towel across first 
one nipple, and then the other, then moved it up to Terry's shoulders again 
as the young girl moaned softly, shutting her eyes completely. 

"I thought you might like something like this," Susan said in a near 
whisper. "Having a massage like this is so relaxing, so wonderful. . . 
rubbing your breasts, your belly. . . 

"Oooooohhh . . . yes . . . yes Miss Slater," Terry said in a voice that was 
more soft than Susan's. 

"I'm going to rub your legs now, Terry, your legs and up between them. Would 
you like me to do that?" 

"Uuummmmmm . . . " was Terry's answer. In fact, she was almost half asleep, 
the sensations running through her body reminding her of what her mother did 
before she would go to sleep. 

Susan brought the towel down, brushing it tenderly over the young girl's 
silky blonde cuntal hair, fluffing the forming mound, then moving lower over 
one slender leg, then the other . . . over knee and calf and then back up to 
the softness of Terry's inner thighs, causing the young girl to spread her 
legs wider. Now more of her young virgin cunt was revealed to Susan's loving 
gaze, and the student teacher raised the towel up to the ever-moistening 
slit and stroked it up and down there. 

"Doesn't this feel good?" Susan said, almost as though she were talking to 
herself. 

The sensation of having the towel moving along her vaginal split brought a 
long, low moan from Terry's parted lips, and her body arched and twisted, 
her legs scissoring decidedly now as the hot, strange sensations which were 
flooding through her body. In her young life, she had never masturbated, 
though she had on occasion rubbed her small fingers over her cuntal lips. 
Always she had managed to stop before she went too far, but this time was 
different. This time it was not her fingers that were sliding lightly along 
her young pussy opening, it was a towel being controlled by someone else, 
and not only did she not have any control over the other person, she wanted 
the sensations being brought to her. Everything felt so good, so wonderful, 
and she was glad that she had asked Miss Slater to bring her to this room. 

Susan began telling Terry how lovely and wonderful her young body was, and 
as she spoke in low, seductive terms, she brought the towel up and over 
Terry's body again. Finally she whispered, "I'm going to use my hands now, 
Terry. My hands will feel better than the towel did." 

"Uuuuuummm . . . " The young girl didn't think it was possible to feel 
better than she did right at that moment, but she was so relaxed and so 
tingly all over that she wanted to try anything and everything her loving 
teacher had in mind for her. 

Swiftly, Susan tossed the towel in Harold's direction, forgetting for the 
moment that the young boy was stretching his neck, watching everything his 
teacher was doing to his young friend. He wanted to learn . . . and he 
wanted to relieve the painful throb that was causing his young fully 
expanded cock to pulse with every breath he took. 

Susan began to stroke the soft, pliant flesh of the young girl beneath her, 
her own body starting to gyrate now at the electric contact of the naked 
female flesh between her fingers. She never ceased to marvel at the 
sensations which were spreading through her own body as the thought of 
lesbianism, but she wasn't going to waste time by trying to rationalize them 
to herself. She liked them, and that was all there was to it! 

The older blonde woman eased her fingers off Terry's shoulders and arms and 
sides and breasts, learing herself as she brought this pleasure to Terry's 
moaning form. She brushed her fingers over the turgid nipples and slid them 
across the smooth flat belly of the young girl to touch the soft blonde 
pubic hairs. She moved her fingers around and down the young girl's gently 
rounded thighs, then began to bring them back up slowly, barely touching the 
lightly quivering flesh. 

Then her middle finger slowly parted the rapidly moistening crevice of 
Terry's cuntal slit, parting it to gently touch the trembling bud of her 
clitoris. It came instantly erect under her stroking fingertip, and the 
young girl's hips began to undulate more freely on the floor of the silent 
room. Her mind repeated over and over again that this felt soooooooo good, 
that she never wanted her teacher to stop what she was doing, that she would 
have to do it to herself when she got the chance. 

"Give me your hand, Terry," Susan whispered softly. She was breathing 
through tightly clenched teeth now, still caught in the shock of the effect 
this was having on her own aroused body. Terry's hand lifted up slowly. 
Susan held it for a moment, then let it rest on her knee to give the young 
girl the feeling of her own feverish flesh. She leaned forward, moving 
Terry's hand over the young girl's quivering, rounded breast, guiding the 
limp fingers over the rock-hard nipple, feeling her pussy increasing the 
flow of her mounting desire. She bent further forward, touching her own lips 
to Terry's moistly parted mouth, letting her lips flick across the warmly 
inviting softness. 

She noticed that her young student stiffened slightly with this action, and 
she hoped that she hadn't gone too far too fast with her teachings, but 
Terry relaxed almost in the next moment and brought her arm up, circling 
Susan's neck, and a low moan of ecstasy escaped from the lips of both women. 

Susan stretched her body out on the floor next to Terry, pressing hard 
against her, reveling at the contact of their flesh, her own passion 
threatening to get the better of her. She moved her head away from Terry's 
mouth, began kissing the swollen aureoles and nipples of her wonderfully 
shaped breasts, then dipped down over the smooth softness of Terry's naked 
belly, then lower still until she was breathing excitedly into the young 
girl's pussy mound. Her lovingly stroking hands massaged her student's 
breasts unceasingly, coming down to the slim smootliness of her slightly 
parted thighs. With tender movements she parted the softly yielding flesh, 
drawing Terry's legs even wider apart to reveal the complete moist pinkness 
of the passion-drugged girl's vaginal slit, as blonde and eye-pleasing as 
her own. Susan began to impart hot, wet kisses through the velvety growth, 
her tongue extended like a hot poker as she squirmed her body lower and 
lower on the floor, mouth and fiery probe seeking the rigidly erect button 
of Terry's clitoris. 

Susan was beyond all rational now. As she was teaching Terry the pleasures 
of sex, "he was learning something new herself. Doing this with a woman . . 
. any woman, had never occurred to her before today, and with the last 
vestiges of her rapidly slipping reason, she cursed herself, not for what 
she was doing, but for not having tried it before. As with fucking Larry, 
sucking Billy's penis, and all the other things she had done since she had 
come to this school, she was finding out that she had caused herself to be 
cut off from a great deal of happiness by her former actions. 

When her mouth came into contact with the moist hot bud of Terry's clit, her 
tongue began to circle it, and even though Terry had never once tried to 
resist any of this, Susan still wondered if Terry was as aroused as she 
herself was. Her answer came, not with words, but with Terry's actions. The 
young girl's hands came up to wind themselves in the blonde tresses of her 
mentor. Susan let her hands slide upward over the soft belly to Terry's firm 
young breasts, cupping them and kneading them with a hunger that defied all 
reason while her mouth continued the wet assault of her student's hotly 
throbbing clitoris. 

Susan's full sensuous lips took the pulsating bud between them finally, 
nipping it gently, running her tongue around it again and again, reveling in 
the smooth, slippery surface. Terry cried out sharply, her hands tightening 
in her teacher's hair, her trim buttocks beginning to swirl madly on the 
floor from the waves of delicious desire being transmitted through her 
nakedly exposed flesh. There was no thought of right or wrong in the young 
girl's mind any longer. There was only the concept of feeling better with 
what was happening to her than she could ever remember feeling in her life, 
and with each passing second, that feeling of bliss increased. She loved her 
teacher's tongue reaming in and out of her seething vagina like this. It was 
better than anything she could have hoped for when she had begged Miss 
Slater to bring her to this room. 

Her head began to flail from side to side on the floor in total abandonment, 
and Susan opened her mouth still wider, moving her tongue downward along the 
smooth, heat-moistened slit to the throbbing hair fringed opening of the 
lovely young girl's tight, virgin cunt. She began to orally fuck Terry then, 
harder and faster, sliding her hot wet tongue far up into Terry's excitedly 
dilated vagina, feeling the thin membrane of the young girl's hymen and 
wringing moan after moan of passionate delight from her sweetly parted lips. 
Susan brought her hands down again, slipped them, beneath Terry's thighs and 
pushed them farther up until her hips were high off the floor, thighs draped 
over Susan's shoulders and pressing tight against her wet, slavering cheeks. 
The whole of Terry's flowing vaginal plane was open in. naked abandonment to 
the teacher's burning face, and then Susan cupped the soft buttocks with 
gentle hands, fingers kneading the hot quivering flesh as she thrust her 
tongue deep . . . as deep as she could into the searing liquid depths of 
Terry's cunt, stretching her hymen beyond the breaking point and tearing it 
forever from her inner cuntal walls. 

"AAAAAAHHH!! " Terry moaned from the mind-blowing combination of pain and 
pleasure the loss of her maidenhood brought her. She writhed and twisted 
from the itching sensations of her moist hot pussy being licked like this, 
and before she had a chance to concentrate on the pain, it was gone, leaving 
her with no other sensation but the delightful throbbing of her quivering 
clitoris being stroked again and again by Susan's wonderful tongue. The 
feverish passion was swirling in great billows of heat through her, and she 
could feel that-an explosion was very, very near. Her body strained and 
twisted on the towel, her mouth open to emit wailing cries of mindless 
delight as she urged her teacher on to even greater manipulations of her 
nakedly aching cunt. And Susan obliged, tongue becoming a pistoning thing 
flashing deep and hard into the young girl's wet, hot, clasping vagina. She 
lowered her right hand as she slaved in wonder, sliding her middle finger 
down into her own fiery, wet cunt, stroking her hotly throbbing clit, 
rapidly, the heat of her nearing climax roaring like a forest fire out of 
control as she sought to bring about her own release. 

And then she remembered that there was a third party in the room, Harold 
Morse. She remembered that he had been watching everything she had been 
doing to Terry, and would more than likely want some release of his own. 

But how could she give it to him, while at the same time achieving her own 
orgasm? HOW? 

Pulling her mouth away from Terry's steaming, sweating cunt, she cast a 
glance in Harold's direction. True to what she had thought, the young boy 
was watching everything with wide, lust-glazed eyes, and his adolescent 
penis looked as though it had become painfully hard and swollen . . . larger 
now than when she had first told him to take his clothes off. Harold's 
expression was one of hope, as though he could see that the two women in the 
room were deriving a great deal of pleasure and satisfaction, and he was not 
a part of it. Susan was certain she could see the glistening drop of pre-cum 
forming on the swollen mushroom-shaped head of his young, distended penis, 
and her heart went out to him. This lesson was to be as much for his benefit 
as for Terry's, but thus far, he had only been watching. Hell, he could get 
that from any movie. The time had come to include him. 

"Har. . . Harold," Susan gasped as she pulled her finger out from between 
her burning cuntal lips. "I.. . I want you to come over here . . . and fuck 
me." 

Upon hearing his name, Harold instantly sprang from his sitting position and 
approached the two women on the floor. 

"Uh . . . sure . . . yeah, Miss Slater," he said, his long, hard cock 
jutting expectently from his lightly haired loins. He surveyed them 
carefully. Even if he had had a great deal of experience, he would have been 
hard pressed to understand just how he was supposed to fuck his lovely 
blonde teacher. 

"How . . . how do you want me to fuck you?" he asked, his young face puzzled 
and contorted with thought. 

"I want you to fuck me . . . in the ass. I want to feel your long hard cock 
fucking in and out of my rectum," Susan said, trying to picture in her mind 
what such a thing would be like. As this was a red-letter day for the two 
students, it was also a great learning experience for her as well. She had 
never sucked on another woman's cunt, and she found that she loved the 
feelings it brought to her. She had at least heard of women who liked being 
fucked in the ass, and she reasoned that she might as well kill two birds 
with one stone . . . teaching both Terry and Harold about the pleasures of 
real sex, and achieving her own orgasm. 

At first, the young boy couldn't believe that he had heard correctly. Did 
his lovely teacher actually tell him that she wanted him to fuck her there . 
. . in her ass? He watched as Miss Slater maneuvered herself so that she 
would be able to continue licking Terry's wetly seething young vagina, and 
at the same time be able to take the full length of Harold's blood-engorged 
penis into her tight nether passage. 

"Come on, Harold," Susan coaxed impatiently. "You can do it. I know you 
can." 

Harold shrugged his shoulders and pranced forward, not totally certain as to 
what he was doing, but willing to trust Miss Slater completely. He knew he 
had to do something about the gathering presence of semen in his young 
balls. Watching these two naked women had nearly set him off, and he was 
beginning to think that he would have to jack himself off before he got a 
chance to get in on what they were doing. 

He pressed the palms of his hands experimentally against the firmly fleshed 
cheeks of his teacher's ass and slowly spread them apart, searching with his 
eyes and fingers for the narrow brown hole. Nothing like this had ever 
occurred to him, but before he had entered the room, he had never thought of 
a woman licking another woman before either. Miss Slater was so smart. She 
knew so many things, the likes of which he would never have thought of. 

"Oooooohhh . . . " Susan moaned as she felt the young boy's fingers in her 
rear passage. Satisfied that he would be able to carry out her lascivious 
instructions, she returned her mouth to the sweetness of the tender cunt 
still pressed against her face, and drove her tongue into the searing 
elastic channel as she moaned again and again up into the passage when she 
sensed Harold's finger pushing through her tightly puckered ass hole. 

Harold began to like what he was doing, more than he thought he would. He 
loved the feeling of Miss Slater's soft, warm ass cheeks kneading through 
his fingers, and he pushed one finger in further up her tight brown crevice, 
taking his cues from her delighted moaning. Sensing that he would have to 
put his cock in the hole there, he positioned her hips and pulled them 
upwards, his fingers digging into her ass to prevent her from falling over. 

Susan moaned up into Terry's tightly pressed pussy with the steeped passion 
that she felt washing over her. For a moment, even as her tongue continued 
to swirl around the throbbing bud of Terry's erect clitoris, she allowed her 
mind to revel in the sensations being given her at her back passage. She 
could feel Harold's hard rubbery shaft exploring her from behind. Judging 
from the size it felt, it would be just large enough to fill her ass to the 
brim without causing her the pain a much larger cock would cause. The only 
question on her mind at the moment was . . . WOULD SHE CUM? WOULD HAVING 
YOUNG HAROLD'S PENIS REAMING IN AND OUT OF HER ASS BRING ABOUT THE ORGASM 
SHE SO DESPERATELY WANTED? 

With the impatience of youth, Harold plunged his thick, swollen rod as hard 
as he could into the tight, virgin anus of his lovely teacher. Since her 
entire lower body was slicked with the flowing juices of her mounting 
passion and lust, his cock had become lubricated enough to slide easily into 
her rectum, and Susan was left with no pain, but an ass-filling sensation 
that told her this action would indeed bring her to climax! 

Harold looked down at the salaciously waving buttocks of his teacher, loving 
the warm feeling of her tight ass griping his cock. He grunted and pushed 
his long, hard penis further and further into the throbbing interior, 
feeling Miss Slater relaxing her rectal muscles, making his entry all the 
easier. 

"Ooooooooo-ooohhhhhh . . . aaaaaahhh . . . " the lovely older woman moaned 
into the warmly clasping cunt tightly pressed against her luscious lips. As 
she felt Harold's cock beginning to fuck in and out of her ass with slow, 
easy strokes, she matched the rhythm of his strokes with her tongue, 
thrusting it deeply into the viscous cunt of her young female student when 
Harold rammed forward with his hips, and pulling it out slowly from between 
the nibbling vaginal lips as she felt Harold withdraw from her ass. 

Harold was having the time of his life. He, like many other boys his age, 
had masturbated several times, but feeling Miss Slater's tight hot ass 
wrapped around his cock like this was so much better than his own hands that 
he knew he would never be satisfied with his own fingers again. He could 
hardly wait to get Terry alone, just to see if her ass was the same as Miss 
Slater's. 

All three people in the room were now straining toward their impending 
climaxes, each one knowing that in just a few short moments, they would all 
be cumming. Susan wanted them to all cum at once . . . a wonderful three way 
orgasm that would make the tightly locked trio at one with one another. She 
knew that she had finally found the perfect solution to what ever problems 
the orchestra might have. If everyone in the group could somehow be brought 
in on something like this, they would act like a finely polished machine, 
one in which all the parts worked together, instead of against one another. 

But thinking in such abstractions would have to wait, for she could feel the 
steaming heat of her rising orgasm building up higher and higher with every 
deep reaming thrust Harold made with his hard cock into the depths of her 
ass. She in turn tried to transmit the strength of his thrusts to Terry's 
nearly exploding cunt, and together, the three of them plunged headlong into 
near-orgasmic frenzy. . . . 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Randy Wilkens tapped his fingers on his desk, occasionally looking at the 
clock. He had told his wife that he would be home late today, just like he 
had told her for the last week or so. Being around her was becoming more and 
more of a chore. All she seemed to be interested in was her bridge club, her 
sewing club, her bird-watching club. . . . 

Christ, what was a man supposed to do? he thought to himself. His wife, over 
the years, had become not so much frigid as dull and unexciting. It wasn't 
that he couldn't get her interested in him, it was that he really didn't 
want to. All she did was talk about this, and talk about that, until just 
being in the same room with her, let alone the same bed, was the test of the 
day. He found over the past months, that he was actually glad when she would 
roll over and go to sleep. 

And what could have caused her to start wearing those fucking curlers to bed 
lately? Just who the hell was she trying to look nice for? 

Now take that nice little blonde cunt.. . Susan Slater. 

At the thought of the new teacher the school had hired, Randy felt his cock 
expanding again, just like it did each and every time he thought about her. 
He was a little miffed that she hadn't come into the office once since she'd 
started working with the kids. He would have thought she would come in at 
least to make a report of some sort. True, he hadn't gone to see how she was 
doing, and as music director, something like that was part of his job. 

Well what the fuck? Here he was, thinking of some excuse not to go home when 
the answer was there, in the auditorium. Damn his fucking wife anyway. She 
had just about destroyed his mind! There was a time in his life when he 
didn't have to be around a woman to be thinking about her. How could he have 
let so much time pass without talking to Susan Slater? 

Well, that line of inaction has got to stop . . . and right now, he 
resolved. 

Pushing himself away from his desk, he hurried through the hall toward the 
auditorium, wondering at the strange silence. Shouldn't she still be 
rehearsing with the kids? he wondered. It was a little too early for them to 
have stopped, wasn't it? 

Sure enough, when he walked into the auditorium, there was no one there . . 
. well, almost no one. The cleaning lady was busy sweeping through the 
aisles. 

"Good afternoon, Miss Henderson," Randy said, feeling just a little guilty 
at having been seen by her. Hell, the lady had to be over sixty, and not 
playing with a full deck. What was he worried about? 

"Oooooohhh . . . Good afternoon, Mr. Wilkens," she said in her usual cheery 
voice. 

"I . . . uh . . . I was wondering if you've seen Miss Slater about. I wanted 
to see how she was coming along with the kids, but I guess she's left for 
the day." 

"Ooohhh . . . Miss Slater is such a nice teacher," the lady said. "All the 
kids really love her. But she hasn't gone for the day, Mr. Wilkens." 

"No? I don't see her around." 

"That's because she's probably disciplining some of the kids. She likes to 
use the cleaning lounge for that. There are a couple of the kids jackets 
still on the stage along with their instruments and.. . . " 

"She's been having problems with the kids?" Randy asked, wondering why she 
hadn't come to him in a situation like that. She never did strike him as the 
kind of woman who would be able to handle some of the boys he could think 
of. 

"I guess so," the cleaning lady said thoughtfully. 

"She's been using the room every night after the rehearsals. I don't 
understand it. The kids sound all right to me." 

"Yes," Randy said, looking away from the cleaning lady in the direction of 
the room. "Listen. Could you give me the key to the room? I want to see if 
there's anything I can do." 

"Why, sure, Mr. Wilkens," the lady said, slipping the key from the heavy key 
chain she wore around her waist. "Here you go. You make sure you give it 
back to me now." 

"Wouldn't dream of forgetting it," he said, winking at her as he left. 

Walking to the cleaning lounge behind the stage area, Randy almost cursed 
himself for not having checked up on Susan earlier. Shit, she might be one 
hell of a woman to look at, and just thinking about her now was making his 
cock swell even harder than it had when she had been in his office. 

But if she was having a problem with the kids, that it was bound to get back 
to him . . . and that could mean the loss of his job. She had been hired on 
his recommendation, and he was ultimately responsible for the way she 
handled the experiment. 

Holding the key in his hand, he stood outside the door, debating whether or 
not he should go in. If she was disciplining some of the kids, perhaps she 
should just be allowed to continue with her own system. While Randy didn't 
place all that much stock in what Miss Henderson said about anything, she 
had said that the orchestra sounded nice, and that all the children liked 
her. Whatever she was doing, it sounded as though she was doing it right. At 
least the results bore that out. 

Still, he wondered just what it was she was doing that could produce such 
results. If it was really working, then perhaps she should share her talents 
with the other teachers of the school. As a teacher herself, that was her 
obligation. In the education game, everyone is in the same boat. 

Rather than just opening the door and seeing what she was doing, he decided 
that he would press his ear against it, to see if he could pick up some of 
what she was doing. He didn't want to just barge in on her and destroy what 
ever closeness she had managed to create with the. kids. Besides, he wanted 
to talk to her alone, and certainly not with a bunch of kids watching him 
with her. 

He pressed his ear to the door and closed his eyes, concentrating all his 
attention on the faint sounds he could hear on the other side. 

At first, he couldn't make them out. He was almost certain he could hear 
some sort of moaning in the room.. . . 

And that really set his hair on end. What the fuck was she doing to the kids 
in there? While Randy believed that to spare the rod was to spoil the child, 
so many parents believed that their precious children could do no wrong that 
the school had a policy of forbidding teachers to hit the students for any 
reason. If Susan was doing that--! 

Christ, if she was beating the kids in this room, they were both in a lot of 
trouble. Randy would not only lose his job, but would be unable to get a job 
in a school anywhere in the whole state. The blacklist he would be placed on 
for allowing a teacher to do something like that was very extensive. 

Furious now, he inserted the key in the lock and flung open the door, his 
face livid with anger, and words already forming on his lips. 

"Miss Slater, just what.. . ? " 

As soon as he entered the room, all the blood drained from his face. For a 
long moment, he simply stared at the scene, as though he were totally unable 
to believe what he was actually seeing. 

His mind went completely blank. His eyes stared glazed and unseeing. . . and 
then he blinked and rubbed them several times just to make sure he hadn't 
fallen asleep at his desk and this was some horrible dream. 

THERE WAS HIS NEW TEACHER, PRESSING HER MOUTH TIGHTLY UP AGAINST THE NAKED 
CUNT OF A TEENAGE GIRL FROM THE OTHER SCHOOL, WHILE SHE HERSELF WAS BEING 
FUCKED IN THE ASS BY ONE OF THE BOYS FROM HIS OWN SCHOOL!! 

Randy was so shocked by the reality-of what he was seeing that it took him 
several moments just to make sure. Hitting children was something that would 
make parents angry. . . . 

BUT FUCKING THEM!! 

How could he possibly explain this to the parents? 

He remembered that the cleaning lady had told him that this was the room 
where Susan took the children to discipline them. God only knows what she 
did to the kids to reward them! 

The three naked people in the room were so caught up in what they were doing 
that they didn't seem to notice the music director standing right in the 
doorway, and Randy himself was so shocked that he could do little more than 
merely stand there, his mind so filled with thoughts that it was impossible 
for him to concentrate on any one of them long enough to know what to do. 

So he just stood there and watched, his mouth hanging open, his heart 
skipping a beat every now and again as his eyes roamed lustfully over the 
luscious naked body of his blonde student teacher as she continued licking 
and sucking at the tightly pressed cunt of the equally naked young teen age 
girl, while she herself was being fucked in the ass by one of his students. 

Susan herself was totally consumed with wave after blissful wave of surging 
passion. The thought of what she was doing . . . something she had never 
even thought of, let alone tried, only served to increase the fire burning 
in her loins. The stretched walls of her anal passage seemed to be 
triggering her clitoris into a wonderful trembling.. . an excitement she 
recognized to be the first throes of an orgasm. It was true, she thought 
with the last vestages of her reasoning. Women can have an orgasm by being 
fucked in the ass. 

Harold Morse, fucking his long, hard cock as deeply into her ass as he 
could, was amazed as the sensations swirling through his young loins. When 
his teacher had first told him that she wanted him to fuck her in her ass, 
he had obliged, not knowing what to expect. The pleasure he was deriving 
from the action now drove him on to harder and deeper strokes, as though he 
was totally unable to control himself. 

The thrashing of Miss Slater's body and her cunt-muffled moans increased 
Harold's thrusts. He grunted and heaved, summoning his strength in this new 
and glorious experience, his body shot through with the novelty of his first 
real sexual encounter. He fucked his thick, blood-engorged cock in and out 
of Miss Slater's steaming, tight back passage, his hips pumping furiously. 

Susan, in turn, transmitted the strength and power of his anal fucking up 
into the vagina of the young girl she was sucking, and the three of them 
raced headlong into the world of complete sexual bliss. Susan continued to 
lash and flick her tongue lovingly around the moistly sucking softness of 
Terry's pulsing young cuntal lips, and the girl's cries of animal response 
reached Susan's ears, driving her on. 

For her part, Terry had never known anything like this. Her teacher had to 
be the most wonderful person in the whole world to bring her this pleasure. 
Her buttocks jerked and spasmed frantically beneath the older blonde's madly 
plunging tongue and tightly gripping lips. She could feel the first early 
sensation of the explosion about to take place between her legs.. . an 
explosion she had sensed before but had never fully experienced. She knew 
then that she would cum soon, and that no power on earth would be able to 
stop it. It was building and building and building. . . . 

Susan's own brain was a bubbling cauldron of lust and near orgasm as she 
sent her tongue pistoning deep up into the young girl's wildly feverish 
vagina while Harold's red-hot penis was reaming in and out of her ass. She 
felt as though she were melting, as thought she were being bathed in 
voluptuous waves of pleasure that blotted out everything, making the entire 
world delicious. 

"Uuuuuummm!" she moaned up into the wetly seething cunt wriggling around her 
lips, coating her face with the heated moisture. 

Harold increased his tempo and plunged his rod still deeper into Miss 
Slater's heaving, shuddering passage! He fucked back and forth, driven now 
with a wild, unimaginable sensuality he had never experienced. 

Terry writhed and squirmed beneath the insane licking until she thought she 
would surely go mad from the sheer ecstatic rapture in her naked loins and 
stomach. Her head flailed limply on the floor, her long blonde hair churning 
as she ground her seething loins hard up into her teacher's face and tongue. 
She felt the gathering waves of her first orgasm rising as they had never 
risen before.. . . 

And then cresting. . . . 

And then she was there! 

For the first time in her life, she was wildly, blissfully cumming! 

A deep half-human groan erupted from the young girl's throat as she locked 
her hands hard in Miss Slater's shimmering golden hair, drawing her teacher 
up between her legs with all her might. Her juices began to flow from her 
wide-spread cunt, inundating the lovely teacher's mouth and tongue, flowing 
down along Terry's trembling anal crease to pool in fragrant stickiness on 
the floor. She screamed again and again as Miss Slater sucked and licked and 
burrowed. . . . 

And then Susan was cumming as well. Without warning, she was suddenly caught 
up in a whirling, boiling vortex of excitement, and she felt the 
extraordinary thrills surging through her loins, her body streaming with 
heightened passion and sensuality. 

"OOOOOOOOO. . . --! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! " She howled up into the flooding pussy 
tightly wrapped around her face. 

As she cried out, she could feel Harold's penis swelling to such proportions 
that she knew he would have to be cumming soon as well! 

She was right! Harold felt his body responding to Miss Salter's exploding 
loins. He could feel his white-hot sperm gathering and surging in his 
throbbing young balls, welling up like a churning maelstrom of yearning 
seed! He was cumming too! 

"AAAAAAHHH . . . MISSSSSSS SLAATTEER!! " he cried, feeling his body 
delivering his mighty load like a cannon into her hot steaming anus. He was 
seized by convulsive spasms as his bulging, gorged cock exploded the torrent 
of white-hot cum into his teacher. Susan could feel the boiling, surging 
river of semen enter her like lava, streaming into her loins and spreading 
out through her entire body. On and on it came, a seemingly never ending 
rocket-load of turbulent jism. Harold could feel it streaming through his 
long thick penis and gushing through the charged rubbery head. 

He felt wildly excited as he fucked a woman for the first time in his life . 
. . a totally fulfilled man. An ancient primitive exaltation consumed him as 
he released his white, boiling sperm into her asshole. 

Then, suddenly spent of his male juices, Harold could feel his penis 
softening in Miss Slater's flooded passage . . . feel it soften and finally 
slip out all together. There was a sudden pop as the thick head pulled away 
from the stretched, moist hole. He fell exhausted beside her, his breathing 
coming in harsh, ragged gasps. 

At the same time, both women collapsed as their driving climaxes ebbed. 
Terry emitted a long, exhausted, satiated sigh, her head lolling to one 
side, her eyes closed in steeped passion, her mind refusing to comprehend 
anything but the wondrous feeling ebbing gently through her body now. She 
released her teacher's hair and opened her thighs to allow her to remove her 
head from between her feverishly tightened thighs. 

The older blonde lifted herself up on her knees and gazed with a warm, 
loving look at the young girl, the juices of Terry's orgasm glistening on 
her face. It had been much better than she could have possibly dreamed, 
being fucked in the ass while she sucked on another woman's vagina. The 
desire to just lower her body next to the silently moaning woman. Terry was 
now every bit a woman, nearly carried Susan away. 

The room was silent except for the labored breathing of the three sexually 
satiated people. Time seemed to come to a stand-still as Harold panted with 
his eyes closed. Terry's soft, flat belly quivered and heaved with the deep 
breaths she took, and Susan gazed lovingly at the young girl. 

It was the silence that finally brought Randy out of his shocked trance. 

"AHEM!" he said, catching the attention of the three naked people in the 
room. 

Terry stiffened her body, bringing her hands instinctively to her breasts 
and wetly seething loins. Harold's eyes opened in total fear and stared at 
the music director. 

And Susan looked up, staring directly into the scowling expression of the 
man who had hired her, her mouth dropping nearly to the floor, her face 
white with a fear the likes of which she had never known. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The fear that Susan knew in that moment was not for herself. She knew that 
she could very well lose her job because her actions had been discovered . . 
. that she might even be expelled from her college, never to be able to 
teach in this state for the rest of her life. But she was a strong enough 
person to be able to handle that. 

What caused her fear as she and Randy stared at each other, each trying to 
find the first words to say, was that all the good she had managed to do for 
her students could very well be utterly destroyed. She had taken a group of 
boys and girls and turned them into men and women. Where they had been 
afraid of each other before, Susan had managed to make them feel at home and 
comfortable. 

But all that would be for naught if Randy tried to make both her and the 
students feel guilty for what they had done . . . even though Susan knew 
there was nothing for anyone to feel guilty about. She knew there was 
nothing to feel guilty about, at any rate, but she wasn't totally certain 
about her students. Even after all she had taught them, they were still 
impressionable, and could very easily slip back to the way they were. 

Susan came to a standing position, not at all ashamed that she was naked in 
front of the music director. There was really no point in trying to hide 
anything now. 

"I hope you're proud of yourself, Miss Slater," Randy said, his voice 
haughty and icy. "Naturally you realize I'll have to report this to the 
board, which will no doubt cause them to have you removed from college." 

He heaved a sigh and started to leave the room. Susan knew that she couldn't 
let him go without a fight. At least she had to try and defend her students, 
even if such a move would prove futile. 

"As a matter-of-fact, Mr. Wilkens," she said, summoning all her strength, "I 
am proud of myself. I've taught these kids more in the short while I've been 
here than in all the years you've had them." 

Randy stopped his forward motion, looked at the floor for a moment and then 
spun around, his face livid with anger. How dare this student teacher . . . 
a woman who hadn't even finished college yet, try and tell him that she was 
doing a better job of teaching than he was! Especially after he'd seen her 
methods!! "I suppose you call corrupting the morals of our children 
educating them," he said, smiling as though he was taking a great delight in 
cutting her down a peg or two. While he didn't like to admit it to himself, 
her self-confidence had bothered him right from the very beginning. Her 
sweetly innocent way of doing things had amused him. 

"I've been corrupting their morals, have I?" Susan said, placing her hands 
on her naked hips and staring at this man. "That's a lot of bullshit, Mr. 
Wilkens, and you know it." 

Both Terry and Harold were cowering in fear, trying to hide their naked 
bodies from the wrathful glances of this man. They were glad that Miss 
Slater was going to bat for them, but they didn't think that she would be 
able to do or say anything that would get them out of the hot water they 
were in. Even though they had loved what had happened and would do it again 
if given the chance, they knew that if their parents ever found out, they 
would be given the licking of their lives. 

"If anyone has been corrupting their morals," Susan said, maintaining the 
momentum she had started, "you have." 

Randy reeled back as though he had been splashed in the face with icy cold 
water. He regarded this naked woman carefully, trying to figure out what she 
was driving at. 

If Randy had walked out right then and there, he might have been able to 
accomplish the things he thought he should do, but he couldn't move. He 
wanted to think it was because he was merely being fair. . . giving Susan 
Slater a chance to defend herself before he had the board take action . . . 
letting her tell her story first. 

The real reason he couldn't move though, was because he was totally 
captivated by her luscious nakedness. He remembered why he had come looking 
for her in the first place, and although seeing her naked like this with two 
students had been something of a shock, it also served to remind him that he 
had thought she was lovely. There wasn't any doubt about it now. Seeing her 
full, rounded breasts without the covering of a blouse or sweater revealed 
them to be as perfectly shaped as he could imagine . . . and the 
cum-glistening golden mound of her tightly kinked pussy hair became the 
focal point of his eyes for a long silent moment. 

At first, Susan didn't notice what it was that was keeping the director in 
his tracks, but when she saw that he was gazing at her nakedly exposed 
loins, she broke out into a huge face-splitting grin. And when she saw that 
the director's cock had swollen in his pants, tenting the cloth, revealing 
his own mounting arousal, she knew that she was getting the upper hand over 
him . . . and she was not about to give that up. 

"Did you hear me, Mr. Wilkens?" she asked, walking slowly, sensually toward 
him. "I said that you. were the one who corrupted the morals of these 
children. Your methods made them afraid of each other. I had to work against 
that, Mr. Wilkens. I had to teach them that there was nothing wrong with 
fucking." She spoke in a low, throaty voice, one that she had found only 
within the last few moments, but one that she was using for all it was 
worth. "You don't think that there's anything wrong with fucking, do you Mr. 
Wilkens? You do think that having your penis in a woman's cunt is all right, 
don't you? Because if you do, then you really can't hold anything against 
the kids for thinking the same thing. And you certainly can't hold anything 
against me for teaching them that." 

"I. . . I.. . " Randy stammered. This wasn't turning out at all the way he 
had thought it would. This sexy little cunt was really attacking him, at a 
time when he would have thought she would be cowering in fear, begging him 
not to mention what she had been caught doing. In fact, she was almost 
daring him to mention it. 

And the closer she got, the more of her sweet, blonde-rimmed pussy he could 
see . . . and the harder he could feel his cock becoming. 

"Yeah, Mr. Wilkens," Terry said suddenly, seeing that Miss Slater was doing 
everything she could to help both her and Harold. The young girl found her 
strength and decided that since Miss Slater had brought her so much 
pleasure, she deserved some help. "I really liked what Miss Slater did. 
Having her mouth against. . . against my . . . well, my cunt.. . It really 
made me feel good." 

Randy Wilkens managed to move his eyes away from Susan's vagina and bring 
them to the younger naked girl in the room, seeing her as though for the 
first time. Christ. . . she was almost as lovely as Susan was. Her breasts 
were already formed, and her cunt was just as nice looking, just as 
hair-rimmed as Susan's was. 

And now Randy was the one who felt totally surrounded and afraid. Damn that 
woman he was married to, he thought quickly. She's been such an ass hole 
that he didn't know how to handle himself around women any more. . . . 

And both Susan and this girl whose cunt she had been sucking seemed to know 
it. . . and were making the most of it. 

"Terry," Susan said, speaking to the young girl but keeping her eyes fixed 
on Randy's. "How would you like to show Mr. Wilkens what you've learned?" 

Terry smiled as she looked at her teacher, although she didn't know what 
Miss Slater had in mind. "What do you want me to do, Miss Slater?" she 
asked. 

"Do you think you could take Mr. Wilkens cock in your mouth?" Susan asked 
casually, knowing that she was asking a lot of the young girl, but hoping 
that, after all she had taught her, she would be able to do something like 
that. 

Again, had Randy left the room right then and there, he would have had 
things turn out the way he wanted, but the question Susan had asked her 
student shocked him into inaction once more. 

There was a long silence in the room as Terry tried to think through what 
her teacher had asked her. 

"Will I like it, Miss Slater?" she asked hopefully. 

"I think so," Susan answered. "Besides, it's something you'll be able to do 
with Harold." 

Terry thought for a moment, and decided that, since Miss Slater had been 
right about so many things before, she would have to be right about this as 
well. 

Quickly, she got to her knees and spun around so that her eyes were directly 
in front of the penis-tented cloth of Randy Wilkens's pants. She stared at 
the cloth-covered cock, seeing it in its erection, and wondering what it 
really looked like . . . and what it would feel like! Hesitantly, she 
reached out to place her hands on it, causing Randy to stiffen and freeze. 

The next events were so shocking for the normally subdued music director 
that he couldn't have moved if his life had depended on it. His heart 
stopped beating and he held his breath as he felt the young girl fumbling 
with his belt and opened his pants, letting them fall to the floor and 
allowing his mammoth penis to spring free, expanding all the more as the 
cooler air of the room blazed against it. 

Terry could feel her mouth watering as she gazed at the heated, 
blood-swollen rod of flesh. Because of the way things had turned out 
earlier, when she and Harold and Miss Slater had taken off their clothes, 
she had only caught a fleeting glance of Harold's cock. 

Suddenly, her eyes were mere inches away from a throbbing penis, and she 
studied every pulsing vein, every hair of Randy pubis, every wrinkle of his 
scrotum, containing two huge, freely swinging balls. She reached out to 
touch it, and tightened her slim fingers on the widening circumference of 
his cock. 

Randy couldn't suppress the shudder of pleasure her touch afforded him. It 
had been so long since his wife had even touched his penis accidentally that 
Terry's deliberate grapping threatened to drain all the strength from his 
thighs. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to scream, shout, demand that 
this travesty be halted, but he couldn't. He was held, as if turned to 
stone, by the dynamic grip of this young girl's hand on his too-long-unused 
penis. 

Susan held her breath as she watched Terry stroking Randy's cock in slightly 
faulting jerks, as though she were feeling her way as she went along. Susan 
knew that she had been asking a lot of Terry to suck Randy Wilkens's cock, 
and the lovely teacher would have understood if Terry had refused. 

But the young girl was rising to the occasion, trusting her teacher 
completely and trying to help her cause in any way that she could. Susan was 
convinced that could Terry perform the act, she would find it intensely 
enjoyable, just like she herself had the first time she had sucked on 
Billy's cock. 

Am impassioned grunt brought her attention back to the music director, and 
Susan smiled broadly when she saw that Terry had moved closer on her knees 
in front of Randy Wilkens, her fingers circling his tumescent penis, which 
was now fully erect, standing on front of him. His eyes were closed and his 
head was thrown back, and Susan watched with pride as Terry's tongue lashed 
out slightly, just enough to swipe his member with a full sweep of saliva, 
causing him to moan again in frenzied pleasure. Susan breathed a good deal 
easier as Terry, apparently enjoying what she was doing now, began to run 
her tongue up and down the length of Randy's now lustfully throbbing cock, 
dipping and swirling with gathering momentum, while at the same time her 
hand pumped spasmodically at the dangling scrotum of his balls, kneading and 
caressing the flaccid flesh carefully. 

Susan knew nothing of Randy's personal life . . . had no idea that in all 
the years of his marriage, his wife had never once taken his cock into her 
mouth. All she could see at the moment was that Terry's gentle mouthing of 
his penis had totally captivated him. She gazed at the expanded rod of flesh 
resting in Terry's hand. She had been with her students for so long that she 
had forgotten what a fully grown man's cock looked like. Randy's was huge . 
. . mammoth, and for a moment, she felt a slight stab of jealously that 
Terry would be receiving the total benefits of it. She drew in her breath 
lustfully as she saw Terry suddenly open her mouth and enclose the hard 
rubbery head between her shapely lips, and watched as they tightened under 
the head like a rubber band. Her own mouth was watering at the sight when 
she saw, from the movements of Terry's cheeks, that her tongue was swirling 
around inside, coating the heavy pulsating head with her saliva. It appeared 
to Susan's gaze that Randy's cock was expanding all the more from the 
incredible oral caressing Terry was giving the head, and Susan could see the 
tumultuous throbbing of the blue veined underside as red hot blood pumped 
through it. His sperm-filled balls were squirming and contracting, and he 
began an almost imperceptible flexing motion of his hips, trying to cram 
more and more of his pounding cock into Terry's young face. 

Susan glanced around to see that Harold was taking in this happening with 
his eyes wide open, as though he were thinking of a time in the not too 
distant future when Terry would be doing this to him. Both Susan and Harold 
were held spell bound by Terry's ability to learn so quickly. 

Randy felt tremors of hitherto unknown pleasure cascading over him and he 
was suddenly oblivious to everything but the overwhelming sucking Terry was 
giving his cock. He didn't care anymore about reporting Susan for her 
actions. All that mattered to him was the tremendous pleasure he was getting 
from having his throbbing penis sucked by this young girl's gorgeously 
ovaled mouth. 

Susan and Harold watched in amazement as Terry took more and more of the 
excitedly pulsating length of Randy Wilkens's cock in her mouth, until the 
lovely teacher was certain that she'd choke. Her cheeks were bulging and 
there was only a tiny bit of reddish flesh protruding from her firm, ovaled 
lips. It filled Susan with an immense pride that Terry was able to please 
Randy so much, and she continued to watch as Terry finally released the 
hardened length from her mouth, and still clasping it firmly around the 
base, began to run her tongue all along it once more, dropping even lower to 
coat his writhing balls with her warm saliva, wringing moan after moan of 
undeniable pleasure from the music director. He began weaving his body from 
side to side, and his hands finally reached down and tangled in Terry's 
blonde hair as she once more enclosed the heavy, blood-filled cockhead in 
her mouth and began to suck greedily on it. 

Susan began to regard Randy as just another student who had to be taught 
what the pleasures of sex really meant, and she didn't want to miss any of 
the lesson. She didn't want to miss seeing one second of his hotly jerking 
penis squirting its cum into a woman's mouth. The change that would come 
over him would be nothing short of remarkable. 

"Oooooohhh . . . suck . . . suck it.. . suck my cock," Randy moaned as Terry 
continued to lick and suck and orally caress his sperm-swollen member. Susan 
stretched her lips in an ear to ear grin as a deep, half-strangled moan 
rushed from Randy's open mouth. 

"AARRGGHHH . . . suck it . . . keep sucking . . . harder . . . harder . . . 
I'm almost there . . .I'm.. . AAAHHHHHH!! " 

And he was pounding his hips against Terry's feverishly laboring face, and 
Susan knew that he was ejecting streams of white hot fluid into her mouth, 
because she could see Terry's cheeks hollowing and filling as she tried to 
keep her swallowing up with the incessantly heated flow. The young girl was 
unable to do so, and a thin trickle of the white sticky liquid seeped out of 
the corner of her mouth and trickled down her chin to drop on the floor. But 
still she swallowed and gulped, until Susan thought she would never stop, 
her hand rhythmically milking the jerkily contracting scrotum of his balls, 
as though she were trying to drain them of their last drop. At last, it was 
over, and Susan was sure she saw a flicker of disappointment cross Terry's 
face as she realized that there was no more and felt the man's languid penis 
begin to shrivel and deflate in her mouth, before slipping out to join the 
still bulge of his flaccid testicles. 

Randy wasn't certain how long he stood there, his eyes closed, his heart 
pounding, his mind satiated with the first cocksucking he had ever had. As 
though he were a totally reborn man, he could see things in a different 
light. There couldn't have been anything wrong with what Susan Slater had 
done . . . not if the end result of her teachings could produce things like 
what had just happened to him. Christ, if he thought it would work, he would 
tell Susan to pay a visit to his wife! 

Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked around the room, seeing the staring 
eyes of the two students and the teacher watching him . . . waiting for him 
to say something. He blinked several times and opened his mouth. Then he 
closed it, wanting to form his words carefully. 

"I.. . I guess I owe you an apology," he said to the still naked teacher. 
"No one likes to think that what they've been doing almost all their life is 
wrong." 

Susan smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "I don't think you have to 
apologize," she said in a soothing voice. "You, like a lot of other people, 
were just a victim. You can count yourself lucky that you were able to 
change. Too many people aren't able." 

The two adults looked at each other. There were so many things that Randy 
wanted to say . . . so many things that had to be done, not only with the 
school, but with his own life as well, that he really didn't know where or 
how to begin.' 

"I guess . . . I guess I'd better leave," he said finally. "I'll see to it 
that, well, that you aren't reported, and that you're allowed to continue 
teaching here." 

Randy started to pick up his pants and turn toward the door, when the 
soothing voice of the student teacher stopped him. 

"There's no need to hurry off, you know," she told him as she took a step to 
him. "I realize you've always had the minds of the students at heart. You 
just had some ideas about them that weren't all that good." 

"Yeah, well. . . " Randy had never led what some people would call an 
exciting life, and even though he had had one brief moment of pure passion, 
he was certain that this was the end of it. . . that he didn't fit, wouldn't 
belong in the world Susan was creating for her students. 

"I could still use a little help teaching the kids," Susan said, reaching 
out and lightly brushing her hands up and down his chest. Her touch brought 
his limp penis back to life again, and his face noticeably brightened. 
"Suppose we show Terry and Harold how a couple of real lovers go at it." 
Susan said, leaning forward and pressing her lips hotly against his, her 
tongue thrusting tightly against his teeth and forcing its way deep into his 
mouth. Randy hesitated for a moment, remembering that he was married, that 
his wife, such as she was, was more than likely waiting at home for him . . 
. and then he decided that he had had enough of her. If she wanted to spend 
all her time with her stupid clubs, that was all right with him. 

He brought his arms around the narrow waist of the lovely naked teacher, 
pulling her tightly to his body, his once again expanded cock searing into 
her soft, quivering belly. 

Susan pulled her face away from Randy just enough so she could talk to Terry 
and Harold. 

"Now . . . I want the two of you to watch what. . . . " 

She stopped when she noticed that Terry and Harold were already locked in 
each other's arms, experimenting with each other, learning to use those 
things they had learned from Susan. 

"I'd say that you've taught them both pretty well," Randy smiled as he 
watched the two teenagers lowering their bodies to the floor. "They don't 
really want to watch a couple of old fogy's like us." 

"Suppose we show them what a couple of old fogy's can do anyway," Susan 
hissed as she dropped her hands behind Randy, her fingers gripping his 
buttocks and drawing his body up tight against hers. 

EPILOGUE 

The ovation from the parents blended with the last echoes of the final note, 
and Susan ended the symphony with a downward sweep of her arms. Even without 
looking that the sell-out crowd of parents, teachers and friends in the 
audience, she could tell they were standing. Cheers, clapping and general 
noise of approval only served to reinforce what Susan knew . . . the 
orchestra had shocked everyone with its ability to play well something as 
complex as Beethoven's Fifth Symphony. Even though they still were not as 
good as the Boston Symphony Orchestra, they were every bit as good as almost 
any college orchestra Susan could think of, and better than some. The young 
blonde teacher motioned for her students to stand and take their bows, while 
she herself basked in the footlights, knowing that, even though she had made 
it possible for the orchestra to play as well as it had, the real credit had 
to go to the students themselves. 

Finally, Susan turned and caught the eyes of several young boys. She 
remembered then the party that would be held in the activities lounge of the 
school . . . a party to which the parents had not been invited. Since the 
concert was over, Susan knew she would be leaving the school. In a way, she 
was happy, since she had accomplished what she had set out to do, and had 
done it better than she could have possibly dreamed. But she was also sad as 
well, since it meant she would be leaving the students who had become almost 
a part other life. 

Quickly, she hurried from the stage area and found herself immersed in a 
laughing crowd of children as eager to get to the lounge as she was. She 
suspected that they were all planning a surprise for her, and she didn't 
have the faintest idea what that could be. 

The activities lounge had been set up for a party, and by the time Susan 
arrived, having had to take some time out to talk to a few of the parents, 
all of her students were there, pressed against one side of the room away 
from the door. Balloons and streamers decorated the whole lounge, bringing 
tears of happiness to Susan's blue eyes. As soon as she entered the room, 
the student guarding the door closed and locked it, and then turned to her. 

"Miss Slater," he said in a voice loud enough to get everyone's attention, 
"I guess it's no surprise that we really love you for all the help you've 
given us." 

Susan could feel herself blushing as the children left their gathering place 
and began to crowd around her. 

"We were talking with each other about what we could give you as a going 
away present, and we really didn't have to think about it too hard." 

Susan was biting on her lower lip. She still didn't know what they were 
planning, but she was certain that, no matter what it was, it would be a 
gift of the heart, and she would love it. 

"So we decided on this. IS EVERYBODY READY?" 

"YEAH!! " The shout was unanimous, and as soon as it died down, all the 
children began ripping their clothes off! 

Susan was totally dumbfounded. THEY WERE HAVING AN ORGY IN HER HONOR!! 

Her eyes roamed around the room, taking the countless erect cocks jutting 
out from the smooth young bodies of the boys, and the supple, gently forming 
bodies of the young girls, all eager and ready for her. 

The expression on her face was at first one of shock. She knew she had 
taught them well, but she hadn't thought that they would learn to improvise 
like this. 

And then she broke out into a huge grin. 

"You gotta take your clothes off too, Miss Slater," one young girl said, 
increasing the grin that was creasing her face. 

She began unbuttoning her blouse, when she, and all the rest of the children 
froze. 

THERE WAS SOMEONE OPENING THE DOOR!! 

Susan's heart skipped a beat, but relaxed as she saw Randy Wilkens entering 
the room. For the slightest of moments, he gazed around the room, then 
shrugged his shoulders and looked at Susan. 

"I've just been talking to the chairman of the school board," he said, 
occasionally taking a quick glance at the lush ripening bodies of naked 
girls. "He said that you did such a wonderful job with the kids, he wants 
you to stay on and become a full time teacher. And he wants you to start 
next September, when we go coed." 

There was a silenced hush all through the room as the students held their 
breaths. After Randy had discovered what Susan's teaching methods were, he 
had stayed pretty much out of the picture, though Susan was at a loss to 
know why. Most of the children had no idea that he even knew what their 
teacher was doing. 

"Why . . . I'd . . . I'd love to," Susan said. "But I really can't. I have 
to finish up at college first. I still have a year to go." 

"Just what the hell do you think I've been doing for the last month or so?" 
Randy said with a huge grin on his face. "I've talked to the college and 
cleared it with them. Your last year of college will be your first year of 
teaching. They wanted to know what it was that made you so special for us, 
but I thought discretion would be the better part of valor. I guess you 
thought the same thing, otherwise you wouldn't have locked the door and 
excluded the parents." 

Susan still couldn't believe that everything was working out so well, but 
when she saw that Randy was serious, she hugged him tightly. 

"Someday, kids like these won't have to be afraid to express themselves 
behind locked doors," she said. 

"With you helping them, I'm certain that day isn't too far off," Randy 
answered. "Now . . . I can see that you people are having a party, so I'll 
just. . . . 

"You'll just take those clothes off and join us," Susan told him, placing 
her hand against his swollen cock, tenting his pants. "You don't think I can 
handle all these kids alone, do you?" 

"Yeah! Come on, Mr. Wilkens," one of the boys said. 

Randy looked around the room for a moment and saw that he too was a part of 
the gathering. 

There was a cheer as he ripped his shirt open, letting the popping buttons 
fall to the floor. 


THE END
