Mrs. Davis' Darlings
by Elise Jackson
(LLP-718)


CHAPTER ONE 

Jessica Davis concluded, looking hopefully around the room for a glimmer of 
understanding in any of her pupils' eyes. This was the first year she had 
worked as a teacher and, though she was making everything as clear as she 
knew how, some of the teenagers seemed unbelievably hard-headed. 

With a little sigh of resignation, she inquired, "Any questions, class?" 

At least ten hands shot up and the lovely blonde haired woman studied the 
youngsters before her, trying to decide which one's question would most help 
the rest of the class. As her gaze traveled over the rows of upturned young 
faces, the beautiful teacher felt a sudden tightening in her throat, and she 
was unable to suppress a little shudder of excitement as her eyes 
inadvertently met the shy gaze of a slim, brunette youth who was seated at 
the very rear of the classroom. 

By now, this feeling was so familiar to Jessica Davis that it was almost a 
habit, but still she tried to conquer the thoughts that brought the unwanted 
trembling to her knees and the sudden tightening of the muscles in her 
belly. Each day since this year at Carlton High School had begun, Jessica 
had prayed for the strength to halt these terrible sensations, but without 
fail, as her last class of the day came closer, she would find herself 
quivering with the thrilling anticipation of seeing this slim, good-looking 
youngster in the rear of the class. And today, when she looked at the boy, 
her body was overrun with the same irrepressible sensations she had felt for 
the last three weeks, feelings that she knew were sick and wrong. 

Even now, as she desperately tried to still the strange arousal she felt 
building in her body, Jessica was aware of a wonderful light-fingered 
quivering that began deep in her belly and drifted down feather-like to her 
loins below. You've got to stop this! she raged mentally at herself. She 
clenched her hands tightly behind her back in an instinctive effort to ward 
off the unwanted excitement. It doesn't matter who he looks like! she 
thought desperately. He's a boy! . . . a sixteen year-old boy! Get hold of 
yourself! He's not the same person! . . . he's not.. . 

"You, Kent. What's your question?" she suddenly demanded, pointing toward 
the dark, slender boy at the back of the room. Then, as the handsome 
youngster merely stared at her in self-conscious bewilderment, his hand 
wavering uncertainly in the air, Jessica realized her mistake. "Oh, I'm 
sorry-I meant Dave. What did you want to ask me, Dave?" 

During the next minutes, as she carefully answered the boy's query, the 
blue-eyed teacher was uncomfortable aware that she was standing and acting 
as stiffly as a marble statue. She tried frantically to ignore her anxiety 
and act naturally, but it was no use. She had called the youngster "Kent"! 

The lovely blonde teacher could no longer avoid the fact that this boy 
reminded her, too much, of the dark-haired youth with whom Jessica had spent 
the happiest years of her life . . . her first love. After managing a brief 
reply to another student's question, she set the youngsters to work on some 
textbook exercises and walked outside into the hallway to try and regain 
control of herself. 

Walking out of the classroom door, the tall, shapely teacher's blue eyes 
widened in surprise for a moment as she came face to face with her own 
reflection in the mirrored trophy case on the opposite side of the school 
corridor. The sight of her own image was strange and unfamiliar at first. 

Then the beautiful golden-haired woman smiled gently as she realized how 
much her appearance had changed in a half year. 

As soon as she left her husband a year ago, the statuesque blonde had 
treated herself to a shopping spree, buying up all the gay fashionable 
clothes she had been wanting to wear throughout the years of her disastrous 
marriage to the wealthy old realtor. Still, she hadn't quite gotten used to 
seeing herself in the new outfits she had chosen. Somehow, the new clothes 
made her look like an entirely different person, younger and more carefree 
than she had felt in years. After all, she never would have dared wear 
anything like them while she was still the wife of a dignified, successful 
old realtor. 

Momentarily wondering if her dress was really the proper thing to wear as a 
high school teacher, Jessica moved a little closer to the long expanse of 
mirror to obtain a better view of herself. After studying her reflection for 
a moment, the thirty-five year-old woman came to the conclusion that she did 
indeed look quite striking and lovely in the blue knit dress that almost 
matched the color of her eyes. Perhaps, she mused, her new life in a new 
town was agreeing with her. It certainly could not be any worse than the 
existence she had abandoned a year ago, when she had left her husband, 
Ernest Davis. 

During her marriage to Ernest, Jessica had often tried to forget how 
attractive she had always been to men. But now that she was away from the 
fears and anxiety that had filled the last few years, she realized that she 
was free to critically survey the generously-rounded curves that had made 
her one of the most popular girls in her local high school and college. It 
was a pleasant surprise to see that she was certainly not the dowdy old lady 
she had tried to become with Ernest. At the age of thirty-five, it surely 
seemed that some of her charm would have faded, but she could see in her 
mirrored reflection that that was far from true. In fact, it appeared that 
she had lost none of her youthful beauty and freshness and, if it were 
possible, her body had" matured into an even greater perfection than it had 
attained when she had married her husband so many years ago. 

Jessica allowed her blue-eyed gaze to pause for a moment at the reflection 
of the high-set round breasts that thrust provocatively out against the 
well-fitted bodice of her light knit dress. Between the firm twin mounds, 
she could see the narrowest of valleys in the soft clinging fabric, and the 
lovely woman marveled at how well they were keeping their shape, despite 
their unusual size. A slight frown creased Jessica's brow as she leaned back 
against the tiled wall of the corridor, remembering how Ernest's clients had 
always noticed her full-rounded breasts, especially during the last few 
years of the marriage when her husband began to give frequent swimming 
parties around their backyard pool. She had usually worn nothing but a 
two-piece swimming suit and even now, she still felt a little shiver of 
disgust at the thought of Ernest's business associates, lecherous wrinkled 
old men, all of them undressing her with their bleary eyes. It had been 
almost as though she were nothing but a poolside plaything, provided by 
Ernest along with the food and drinks. 

Recalling her duties, the lovely teacher peeked momentarily into the 
classroom to make sure that all her students were working, then returned her 
attention to the looking glass. A soft unhappy sign passed her lips as she 
gazed down over the reflection of her slender girlish waist to the delicious 
sweep of her full-swelling thighs and perfectly-formed calves and ankles. 
She could easily see that her body was still as attractive and desirable as 
ever, but what did it matter? she mused bitterly. After her experiences with 
Ernest-being ogled by countless middle-aged men as her own husband dangled 
her charms in front of his clients in an effort to weaken their resistance 
to his business propositions-Jessica doubted she would ever be able to truly 
trust a man again. They were all so selfish, so insensitive, all of them . . 
. except Kent, her first lover. 

The golden-haired woman felt hot tears welling up in her eyes and she 
guiltily peered up and down the long, quiet, school corridor to see if 
anyone were witnessing her moment of self-pity. Then she quickly blinked 
them back, chastising herself for her moment of weakness. In her mind she 
knew that she had no real reason to complain about the first years of her 
marriage to Ernest. After all, it had truly been a marriage of 
"convenience." He had been much too old and too involved in his business 
affairs, and she too heartbroken about Kent's sudden death, to entertain any 
illusions about romantic love. All Jessica had wanted was a comfortable home 
and security, and she Was willing to serve as a beautiful wife for Ernest to 
show off to his friends and business associates in return for a sheltered 
life of wealth. 

Now, during her brief moment of reflection in the high school corridor, she 
wondered how the strange union survived as long as it did. She and Ernest 
had both been so involved in their respective clubs and activities that they 
had barely seen each other, except, of course, for the frequent parties and 
dinners they hosted in their lovely home. And as for sex, the elderly man 
had merely been relieved when his beautiful young wife had suggested that 
she would rather forgo the physical aspects of marriage in memory of her 
dead first man she still loved with all her heart. Yet, things had gone very 
smoothly until about three years ago, when Ernest had become interested in 
sex in a very unexpected way. 

Jessica's nose wrinkled in revulsion as she distastefully recalled the first 
time she became aware of Ernest's new interest in her body. They had been 
hosting a swimming party for some of his clients and the muggy heat had 
become unbearable. Abandoning her hostess duties for a moment, Jessica had 
dived into their huge swimming pool to cool off, only to surface a few 
moments later, sputtering furiously through the long wet hair she was too 
angry to toss out of her face. One of Ernest's associates, a paunchy, 
balding banker from a nearby city, had slyly squeezed her breasts as she had 
glided by him in the water. Hotly insulted, the lovely blonde had stalked 
into the house, but a few moments later, Ernest had come gently into her 
bedroom and smiled down at where she lay sulking on the bed. She could still 
remember every word of what he had said to her. 

"Please, darling, try to be nice," he had beseeched her. "These people are 
our bread and butter. It wouldn't hurt you to be kind to some of those old 
men once in a while." 

The conciliatory smile on the realtor's face had not masked the true meaning 
of his statement and Jessica had lain on her bed, staring at the ceiling in 
horrified disbelief long after he had left the bedroom. She did not return 
to the party and it was almost two weeks before she and her husband crossed 
paths again. By that time, the night of a formal dinner party, the 
astonished young wife had almost convinced herself that he had been merely 
joking-a strange joke for him, but what else could it be? she had asked 
herself. 

She soon found out. 

That night, and at other parties that had followed. Jessica had been forced 
to use all her wits to keep from disgracing herself by having sexual 
relations with other men. Ernest's clients, some of them strangers she had 
never met before, began to pull her into corners, stealing kisses and 
fondling her body with their pudgy sweaty hands, breathing their foul liquor 
breath in her face. And always, they had said virtually the same thing . . . 
"Ernest says he doesn't mind." 

They had said other things as well. "It would cinch the deal, baby." 

"It would be worth your while to be good to me." 

"It would be good for business, sweetheart." 

Business! That was what it was all about! Her own husband had been trying to 
turn her into a common whore for his selfish financial interests. 

Too stunned to accept what was right in front of her eyes, Jessica had 
somehow lived through another three years of the humiliating torture until 
one night, after a particularly embarrassing evening, she walked out of the 
nightmare her married life had become. Ernest had not even asked her to 
return. Between his club meetings and business luncheons, he had found time 
to discover a replacement for Jessica, another beautiful young girl, one who 
was willing to do anything for the good life he offered. Jessica had met the 
future Mrs. Davis in the divorce court and had bitterly wished her luck. 

Now that the initial shock of the parting was past, Jessica had to admit 
that the old man had been generous enough with her, giving her a large 
settlement of money and even the spacious home they had shared. The new 
divorcee had angrily accepted both, putting the nest egg in the bank for her 
old age and the house up to rent. Then she had found a position as a high 
school English teacher in a far away city, determined to create a new life 
for herself.. . a normal life like she had not known since Kent had died in 
a freak accident on the day before they were to be married. 

Kent. Even his name filled Jessica with such longing that she had to 
struggle to hold her emotions in check. Through the chaste years of her 
marriage to Ernest, the lovely woman had learned to live with her memories, 
too busy with one activity or another to let herself dwell on the young man 
who had filled her college years with such happiness before their marriage. 
Even more important, she had learned how to keep from thinking about the 
days of absolute bliss she and Kent had shared, when she had begun to change 
from a girl to a woman, learning the joys and excitement of uninhibited 
physical love. For there had been so little time, barely a chance for the 
young Jessica to lose her virginity and her fears before a speeding driver 
cut Kent down in the street as he was walking from a florist shop with a 
bouquet of roses for her, a present in honor of their coming marriage. 

The dark-slender young man she was to marry had died within hours, but as 
she stood weeping beside his deathbed, Jessica had sworn that the love in 
her heart would never die. And, true to her silent vow, the beautiful blonde 
had almost never felt an attraction for another man. It had been easy after 
her marriage to Ernest. For ten years, the lonely young woman had seen very 
few men who were not aging, wrinkled and cynical, the very opposite of her 
beloved Kent. 

All through the school building, the raucous noise of the students' daily 
stampede for freedom was gradually dwindling and Jessica was just about to 
gather her books and papers to go home when she noticed that one youngster 
was still left in the classroom. Her heart began to pound and she felt her 
throat tighten as she met the eyes of the dark-haired boy who sat in the 
back of the room. 

"Oh, hello, Dave," she managed to say with what she hoped was calm 
friendliness. "I didn't know you were here. What can I do for you?" 

The youngster's eyebrows raised for a moment in surprise, then he looked 
away from her in shy confusion. He seemed to consider his words for a 
moment, then visibly gathering his courage, he blurted out, "You said I 
could come this afternoon for some help, Mrs. Davis." 

He paused, reddening with embarrassment, then added, "I told you I don't 
understand this stuff at all. If you don't want me to come today, that's 
okay. Maybe I remembered the wrong day or something. It doesn't matter." 

Jessica felt her own anxiety fading as the words fell in nervous profusion 
from the boy's lips. She had noticed early in the school year that the 
good-looking youngster was painfully shy around girls and his discomfiture 
made her feel ashamed of her complete absorption in her own feelings. The 
boy undoubtedly did have a striking resemblance to Kent. Yet, he was a human 
being in his own right and Jessica again reminded herself not to forget it. 

"Forgive me, Dave," she said, softening immediately. "I forgot. Shall we do 
it tomorrow? I'm really not prepared." 

"Sure, Mrs. Davis," the youngster quickly agreed, both relief and 
disappointment apparent on his face. He hurriedly gathered his books in his 
arms and rose from his desk. As he moved uncertainly toward where she sat in 
the front of the room, Jessica saw him blush again. 

"I, uh, didn't get much done on those grammar exercises," he haltingly 
added. "I hope you don't give up on me." 

He was standing beside her desk now and the beautiful teacher felt a sinking 
feeling in the pit of her stomach as she looked up into the face of the boy 
next to her. His eyes were fastened on her face in a puppy-like plea for 
understanding and in a sudden flash of understanding, she realized that the 
teenager probably imagined himself in love with her. It was something that 
often happened with students of his age, she knew. 

Somewhere in the back of her mind danger signals were ringing like sirens, 
but she could not tear her eyes away from the sight of him. The resemblance 
was just too powerful! His body was long and lanky, slender and yet 
intoxicatingly masculine, just like Kent's must have been at that age. His 
face was so smooth and young that she found herself wondering if he were old 
enough to shave. Yet for this moment, age was the last thing on her mind. 
She knew that if she reached out right now and drew him closer to her body, 
he would not say a word, would gladly come wherever she led him and she 
suddenly realized that her fingers were trembling with the need to touch 
him. 

"No, that's all right, Dave," she said hurriedly. Her hands clenched once 
again under the desk as she fought to drive away the warm tingling 
sensations that suddenly seemed to be spreading all over her body. "That's 
fine, dear, just fine. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to pack up and go 
home." 

The starry-eyed expression faded from the youngster's face and he recoiled 
as if struck by her impersonal tone. In another moment, he was gone. 

Still quivering with the terrible demands that were wracking her body, 
Jessica lay her head on the top of her desk and wondered how she was ever 
going to get through the tutoring session with the boy tomorrow afternoon. 

* * * 

Jessica awoke with a start. Her head rose from where it had been resting on 
her folded arms and she was shocked to realize that she had fallen asleep at 
her desk. The clock beside the classroom door told her that it was well 
after six o'clock and the waning afternoon sun light filled the air with a 
soft golden glow. There was not a sound to be heard in the school building 
and the beautiful woman wondered what could have awakened her so suddenly. 
By this time of day, she knew, the school should be deserted, and she could 
barely make out the sound of the football team finishing up their nightly 
practice. 

She rose from her desk, rubbing her eyes, listening. Some nearby sound, 
faint and unintelligible, had penetrated her sleep-fogged brain and brought 
her instantly alert. Now, suddenly, she heard it again. Whispering voices 
were rising from somewhere outside the tightly-closed windows of the 
classroom. Her heart still beating quickly from the shock of her awakening, 
she walked quietly to the window and looked outside. 

For a moment, she could see nothing in the deepening shadows of the early 
evening and she carefully scanned the well-tended lawn that filled in the 
space between the wings of the U-shaped school building. Then, her heart 
leapt into her throat! There, in the inner corner of the yard, where thick 
evergreen shrubs rose almost as high as the window of Jessica's classroom, 
the teacher could see two figures struggling together on the ground almost 
directly below where she stood. 

As her eyes adjusted to the dim light there behind the bushes, Jessica made 
out the outlines of the two figures, then their faces. They were two of her 
students, a boy and girl from the class that had left the school almost an 
hour before. From the girl's raven-dark hair, Jessica knew that she was 
Angel Barnes, a well-developed little ninth grader who had always seemed a 
little precocious when it came to sex. Jessica had noticed several times 
that little Angel's wiggles and smirks seemed to be driving the young men in 
the classroom to the edge of distraction and the teacher had once thought 
that the young tease might someday get herself into a situation that she 
couldn't handle. Jessica felt a flash of fear as she realized that she was 
watching that very situation right now. Lee Harris, a burly football player 
from the same class was lying on top of Angel there in the bushes. 

The husky ninth grade boy had Angel pinned to the ground and was trying to 
pry her legs open. 

Jessica was frozen into immobility. She almost let out a scream but choked 
it back into the palm of her hand. It was unbelievable. This was the first 
time in her life that she had ever witnessed anything like this and she 
started to shake uncontrollably. The beautiful teacher bit down on the back 
of her hand to keep from crying out in fright. She was trembling too 
violently to move away from the window and just stood there helplessly, 
trying to regain her composure. 

She knew that it would probably do no good for her to attempt to help the 
girl physically. The boy was big enough to overpower both females easily and 
Jessica wracked her brain to think of another male who might be near enough 
to help her save the young girl who was being attacked in the shrubbery 
below. Jessica watched in horror as Angel struggled beneath the boy's 
powerful young body. Then, suddenly, the girl ceased her desperate writhing 
and a soft giggle rose from the bushes, breaking the tense silence that 
filled the evening. Startled and completely bewildered, the lovely teacher 
strained her eyes and ears to understand what was happening before her. 

"You little prick tease," Jessica heard the boy mutter in an angry tone. 
"Why do you give me so much shit? After all, we're going steady, aren't we?" 

The teacher's head whirled in confusion as she heard the girl's soft 
laughter once again. Then, she watched, horrified, unable to move, as the 
pretty black-haired teenager slowly began to unbutton the heavy sweater she 
wore in the brisk autumn evening. Jessica's blue eyes widened in amazement 
as the girl pulled the sweater open to reveal her bare breasts, wiggling 
slightly so that the pale brown nipples danced beneath Lee's face. 

The shameless exhibition had an obvious effect on the brawny youth and 
Jessica stiffened as he rolled away from the girl and began to tug wildly at 
the zipper of his trousers. A moment later, the boy pulled his rigidly erect 
penis from the tight confinement of his clothing and Jessica stared 
incredulously at the boyish pole of hard throbbing flesh that stood up 
against Lee's stomach. Never, in her wildest dreams had she ever imagined 
she would witness a scene like this and she could do nothing but gape at the 
spectacle below. She watched, wanting to yell out, to stop them in some way. 
Yet, she couldn't move. It was too unbelievable, too insane, too 
embarrassing for her to be able to do anything but watch with astonished 
eyes. 

"Shouldn't you get back to football practice, Lee?" she heard the girl say 
in a teasing voice. "Coach Gannon may wonder what happened to you." 

"Fuck him," the boy growled and fell to the earth beside her. 

From where she stood, Jessica could clearly see that the teenager was 
kissing Angel's lips with his mouth wide open, his hands massaging her bared 
young breasts, seeking and pinching great handfuls of the girl's willing 
flesh. Wantonly and lewdly, the girl began to grind her hips up toward the 
boy's body, spreading her legs to drive her pelvis more and more tightly 
against the throbbing young boy's penis that was already fully swollen and 
hard outside Lee's opened trousers. 

"Eat me, Lee," Jessica heard the girl softly moan. The teacher watched in 
disbelieving astonishment as Angel pushed the boy's face away from her own. 
"Eat my pussy, honey, and I'll suck your cock. God, how I love to do that!" 

At the sound of the pretty young girl's pleading words, Jessica recoiled in 
revulsion, her breath catching in her throat. Had she heard correctly? she 
wondered. Dear God, were these two youngsters actually going to do something 
as filthy and unthinkable as . . . as . . . ? The frightened teacher could 
barely bring herself to think the words she had just overheard. These things 
were perversions, sick things that no one but filthy old men or whores ever 
practiced. 

As the panting boy grunted his agreement to Angel's proposal, Jessica 
unconsciously moved closer to the window, unable to take her eyes from the 
lewd scene before her. Her face was frozen into an expression of horrified 
fascination and a tightening sensation had caught at the pit of her stomach. 
In the fading afternoon sunlight, she stood mesmerized by the sight of Lee 
sliding down the brunette's body, running his lips and tongue moistly over 
the naked flesh beneath the girl's open sweater. The boy paused to suck the 
nipples of Angel's young, firmly heaving breasts into quivering hardness, 
then he jerked his muscular body down over her lower body, brutally shoving 
the girl's short wool skirt up around her hips. As the teenaged girl began 
to murmur words, words broken and swallowed with passion, Jessica found 
herself listening, unable to move now for fear of being seen by the aroused 
couple. 

The beautiful teacher leaned forward, gripping the window sill until her 
knuckles were white and her hands ached. She watched as if hypnotized as the 
boy anxiously pulled the teenaged girl's panties down over her legs and 
tossed them away. For a moment, Jessica considered walking away from the 
lewd exhibition, but she couldn't. She had to look! The obscene spectacle 
was mesmerizing her. Her mind struggled with her body, but it was an unequal 
battle. 

To watch these two youngsters, two children she knew and taught every day in 
school, was more sick and depraved than anything she had ever done. 

She knew she should try to sneak away from the window and yet. . . and yet, 
she had never seen, or even imagined anything like this before and she was 
completely caught up in the evil fascination of the sight before her. Lee 
had placed himself in position over the girl's excitedly heaving belly and 
now his face hung within inches of the soft furry pubic mound between 
Angel's thighs. The pretty brunette's mouth hung open in ecstatic rapture, 
her glassy, lust-smoked eyes staring up into nothingness. The boy's hand 
pressed down onto the smooth flat plane of the teenaged girl's stomach and 
his thumbs slowly moved down onto the fleshy outer flanges of her vaginal 
lips. Jessica sucked in her breath with a gasp as his fingers massaged for a 
moment, then pulled outward slowly, parting the soft dark pubic hair to 
expose the moist red slit of Angel's vagina. The dainty bud of her clitoris 
was clearly visible throbbing into hardness just above the stretched elastic 
opening of her cuntal entrance. 

Lee's head dropped, his long wet tongue snaking out to flick teasingly at 
the quivering little nub at the top of the gleaming slit of the teenaged 
girl's vagina. Angel's body jerked as the contact was made and her plump 
girlish legs clamped tightly together around the boy's head, the soft inner 
thighs imprisoning his ears in a vice-like grip. Her hips began a gentle up 
and down movement on the hard earth in rhythm to the probing of Lee's 
slavering tongue. Soft mewls of animal pleasure rose from between her 
clenched teeth. The girl was caught up in a mindless fit of uncontrolled 
lust and her upper torso writhed like a belly dancer's back-down to the dry 
autumn leaves on the ground. 

Jessica's mouth gaped in disbelief as she watched young Angel, her legs 
spread wide in grateful acceptance, twisting lustfully to the depraved 
licking and sucking of her loins. The horrible scene before her was beyond 
her comprehension. For a moment, she tried to clear her head, to think 
straight in spite of the strange excitement she felt surging through her own 
veins at the sight of the youthful debauchery before her. From somewhere in 
her brain came the thought that she should somehow intervene and put an end 
to the youngsters' wanton exhibition. Should she scream, or run outside and 
tear them apart? My God, she'd never even imagined such a spectacle of 
sheer, unadulterated lust. . . 

"Harder, baby, suck harder," she heard the girl whisper. "Ooooooh, yessss 
lick right up the middle of the split. . . oooooh . . . that's right. 
Ohhhhh!" 

No, no, she should stay out of it, Jessica reasoned vaguely. It was none of 
her affair. 

Something within her again began advising her that she should turn away and 
leave before her students or someone else saw her watching them. But the 
salacious sight and sounds had temporarily hypnotized her. She had never 
imagined what it would be like watching two sexually aroused people making 
love and suddenly she found it was affecting her in a way she had never 
dreamed. Instead of complete disgust, she now felt an unexpected dreamy 
quivering deep between her own thighs. Perspiration began to lightly bead 
her forehead as she watched Lee's head wagging and bobbing furiously over 
the girl's loins, vile wet sucking noises rising above to assault the 
beautiful teacher's ears. 

"Aaaaaaghgh!" the girl cried softly, raising a rash of goose bumps across 
Jessica's flesh. Beneath her knit dress, the teacher's own full breasts were 
beginning to rise and fall heavily, making the nipples distend against the 
sheer netting of her bra. She could see Lee's tongue once more, working in 
animal-like subjugation at the widespread tightness of the girl's cunt and 
she could see the lustful contortions of Angel's face above the white mounds 
of her dancing breasts. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Through her own mounting excitement, Jessica dimly wondered if she had ever 
looked like Angel, if she had ever felt so gloriously aroused that she no 
longer cared how she looked or what she said. It had been more than twelve 
years since Kent's death and by now, sexual excitement seemed almost foreign 
to the beautiful blonde. Yet, throughout the lonely years, there had been 
occasional nights when she lay in bed, unable to rid her mind of the 
memories of the passionate times she had spent with her young lover before 
his death. Was all that beautiful physical joy lost to her forever? She 
wistfully wondered. Wasn't there a man anywhere who could take Kent's place? 

As quickly as she thought the silent question, an answer presented itself in 
Jessica's mind. There was someone else, someone who looked and acted so much 
like the youthful lover she remembered that she felt a startling thrill of 
excitement at the very thought of him. Dave Sommers, the slender, 
dark-haired boy who stared so shyly up at her all through the last-period 
English class. Instinctively Jessica sensed that this sixteen year-old lad 
could fill the terrible gap in her life, could make her feel like a woman 
again. Could it really happen? "No!" 

The tall, blonde woman jumped at the sound of her own voice, then stood 
stiffly still as she saw the couple on the ground below the window stop 
their writhing at the sudden noise. Doubly frightened by her own forbidden 
thoughts and the fear of discovery by the youngsters below, she held her 
breath and prayed for invisibility in the shadowy dusk. A soft sigh of 
relief passed her lips as she saw the boy's face again press down to the 
dark crevice between Angel's thighs. 

Now was the time to leave, she knew. But it was already too late for her to 
wrench her attention away from the lewdly stimulating spectacle before her. 
Her own mouth was hot and dry and the evil thoughts in her mind caused a 
strangely delightful prickling sensation between her thighs. Staring in 
mindless fascination at the two youngsters writhing hotly together on the 
hard ground, she unconsciously reached down and began to sensuously stroke 
her pubic mound. 

Never before in her life had Jessica experienced such an overpowering sense 
of helpless fascination. Her full breasts had begun to throb with an 
excitement all their own and, against her will, she found herself thinking 
of her young student, Dave, and the longing way he had looked at her when he 
had stood so close to her desk earlier this afternoon. If only she had 
reached out and touched him. She knew she would not hesitate if he were here 
right now. . . right now at this moment . . . 

"Oh, oooooh, baby! I'm cummmmming! Oh, yessss, I'm cummmminnnnng!" the 
brunette below suddenly gasped, her voice crooning off into a weird little 
wail as she choked and sputtered under the force of her cresting passion. 

Then, the boy named Lee, his face glistening with the warm, milky fluids of 
Angel's orgasm, lowered her legs and was raising himself over her body to 
kneel in front of the girl's face. Jessica saw that his fly was open and his 
long, rigid young cock stood out in the air like a hard fleshy pole. He had 
his hand around it, rubbing the glistening head softly against the ninth 
grade girl's slightly parted lips. She saw the girl's face come forward 
eagerly as the youth thrust his hips at her, sliding the huge head deep 
within the openly absorbing confines of her warm, wet mouth as he tangled 
his fingers in her curly raven hair and she began a slow, greedy little 
sucking motion. Jessica could clearly see the tiny ridges of soft pink flesh 
pulling from her widely ovaled lips as he drew back and then once again 
disappeared inside, sliding the rock-hard weapon deep down into her hungrily 
sucking throat. 

The teacher watched transfixed as he commenced a rhythmic back and forth 
motion, his trouser-clad buttocks sliding over the teenaged girl's bared 
chest as he moved, never quite drawing the fleshy member out all the way, 
but leaving its tip just inside the warm moistness of her lips. 

Then, the girl reached around his hips, grasping them tightly to pull the 
youthful prick even further into her mouth until it seemed as though she 
would surely choke from the thick muscular length ramming into her throat. 
But she still sucked voraciously at the now-pistoning cock, and in the soft 
twilight, it appeared to Jessica as a thick, wet, glistening tree-trunk of 
flesh, moving methodically in and out of her hungrily nibbling lips. Again, 
Jessica heard the little mewls and groans of pleasure. The beautiful teacher 
could feel sweat flowing freely on her body now, beneath her silken 
brassiere and panties, making her want to tear the clothes away from her 
body. Down between her tightly-clenched thighs, her own pussy was tingling, 
tingling in a strange way she barely remembered from years long ago. 

She did not understand, could not even try to comprehend the various forces 
that were at work on her helpless body. She was in almost a hypnotized state 
now, beyond all logical rationality, transfixed by what she heard and saw, 
aroused by her own thoughts. Her left hand left the windowsill and began to 
slide down along her body, down the flat plane of her stomach to rest on her 
own pubic mound, rubbing back and forth through the thin layers of her 
clothes that covered her secret genitals. She could feel dampness warmly on 
her inner thighs, flowing from her inflamed pussy. Her right hand came up to 
squeeze one of her breasts, to feel the turgid nipple stiff as a button 
beneath her knit dress. Jessica's eyelids closed as her hand began to gather 
up her dress, bunching the folds as she drew it further and further along 
her firm, full thighs, exposing the whiteness of her flesh higher and higher 
until the silky fabric of her panties was beneath her hand. Holding the 
dress in thick creases around her full-rounded hips, Jessica lowered her 
right hand to the hidden area between her legs. 

Lost in the sensual glow of the moment, the lovely woman allowed her fingers 
to trace a path up and down the smooth damp nylon band that covered her 
moistly throbbing cuntal slit, feeling the outline of the fleshy, hair-lined 
lips of her own pussy through the thinly protective fabric. Knowing what she 
was doing was wrong, was evil, she slowly wormed her middle finger under the 
tight elastic leg band of her passion soaked panties and slid her wet finger 
along her cunt lips, finding her clitoris, teasing the erect member with her 
fingernail until she felt strange little waves of all-consuming pleasure 
ripple through her. Stifling a gasp of pleasure, she moved the finger back, 
insinuating it into the heated tightness of her vaginal mouth, working it in 
and out, in and out, with her thumb playing madly over her clitoris. 

"I. . . want.. . to . . . fuck you . . . now," she vaguely heard Lee's voice 
gasp in frenzied lust. "I want.. . to put it. . . in your cunt. . . now, 
sweetheart!" 

Yes, oh, yes, Dave, Jessica silently mouthed, not even thinking of what she 
was saying. Now, darling, please do it now! she wordlessly cried, caught up 
in the frenzy of the moment. Her eyes were tightly closed, her mind filled 
with the lurid picture of what was transpiring below her classroom window. 

"Yes! God, yes!" Angel cried softly. "Give it to me, baby. I want your big, 
beautiful prick all the way up inside of me, touching all the way to the 
bottom of my hot little pussy!" 

Jessica, her skirt bunched up over her hips now, moved her legs apart on the 
schoolroom floor, letting her whitely gleaming thighs fall open. She put one 
foot up on the shelf of the bookcase below the windowsill and the shock of 
the cool autumn air wafting over her nakedly steaming cunt lips gave her a 
new shudder of ecstasy. In her mind, it was she and young Dave, not Lee and 
Angel lying outside behind the bushes and her body heaved and jerked in time 
to her own hotly whipping fingers. As she ground her middle finger deep 
around in her greedily-clenching vaginal channel, she teased at the erect 
bud of her clitoris with her thumb, half-opening her eyes to stare at the 
writhing couple below. 

Then, afraid to pause as her excitement rose, Jessica hungrily thrust 
another finger through the softly curling strands of her pubic hair and up 
past the rosy lips of her starving cuntal opening, widening the narrow slit 
as she carefully rotated the inserted fingers with deliberate care. During 
the many lonely years, she had learned how to quickly bring her body to the 
necessary peak of excitement and now. in a frenzy of mounting lust, she 
heaved her hips forward to meet each plunging stroke of her fingers. 

Disconnected images of a faceless dark-haired youth touching her naked body 
and fucking crazily into her with his boyish rock-hard penis flashed 
incoherently through her mind as she wriggled madly against her greedily 
working hand. The boldness of her thoughts shocked her and yet, the very 
outrageousness of her ideas stimulated her even more. 

Her lovely face contorted with the effort of her frantic manipulation as she 
strove desperately to reach the pinnacle of lust. She had been guiltily 
fingering herself for years and yet, somehow, never before had she felt this 
urgency, this driving need to be relieved of the sexual tension within her. 
Oh, God, if only Kent were still alive! If only she could find someone like 
him! The two slim fingers were no longer enough to satisfy her and with a 
throaty animal-like groan, Jessica jammed another finger into the depths of 
her ravenously hungry pussy, wantonly gyrating her hips before her pounding 
hand in a near agony of desire as her unthinking passion built to almost 
unbearable heights. 

"Oh, oh, yes, yessss," came the guttural sounds up from the bushes outside. 

Suddenly the picture in her mind began to change and the boy in her lusting 
dreams was no longer faceless. Where she had always imagined 

Kent, her slim dark-haired lover, driving his young, hard penis into her own 
insanely writhing body, another face appeared. It was not Kent, but that 
boy, Dave! 

Her eyes closed tightly in rapture as she imagined the slim, smooth hips of 
the dark-haired student pounding against her body where her own palm now 
slammed shamelessly against her heaving loins each time she drove her 
fingers deeper and deeper into her insatiable pussy. Panting with desire, 
she feverishly pinched and teased at the tiny bud of her sex while her 
clenching buttocks danced insanely to the savage rhythm of her burrowing 
fingers. 

Hoarse moans of animal pleasure rose from the depths of her throat as she 
finger-fucked herself with a more rapid rhythm, straining for a climax, her 
pelvis lunging forward to bury the invading fingers deep into the tight wet 
opening of her vagina. Her long, shining hair danced around her shoulders as 
her head lolled from side to side while she tried and tried to bring herself 
to an orgasm. She hovered for what seemed like centuries on the edge of a 
climax and she put both her hands over her cunt, massaging and fingering 
herself with all her strength, gasping for the release that was so close. 
Then, suddenly, as she heard the muffled sobbing moans of orgasm from 
outside the classroom window, she finally achieved the longed-for peak of 
sensation. She strained and straightened her knees in sudden convulsion, 
trapping her hands tightly between her quivering thighs. Her body bent in a 
spasmodic arch and she grasped the bone front of her pelvis and squeezed, 
squeezed until her entire body shuddered from the effort . . . then 
suddenly, she collapsed and, breathing raggedly, slid into a chair of one of 
the student desks. 

She could still hear small, heavily breathing sounds outside, but they were 
sounds of contentment, no longer of passion. Exhausted, Jessica wearily 
dragged herself to her feet and slowly rearranged her clothing. A soft moan 
fell from her lips as a trembling rush of shame suddenly enveloped her. How 
many times had she sworn to control these terrible, debasing moments of 
sexual need? she angrily demanded of herself. And how many times had she 
succumbed, like this afternoon, acting like a wild animal, a mindless 
rutting bitch in heat? Furiously, she reached under her dress to adjust the 
crotch band of her twisted panties, heedless of the sharp biting pain as the 
elastic leg band pulled at the short curly pubic hairs that framed her now 
wetly flooded vagina. 

As she heard the soft intimate whispers of the couple outside her classroom 
window, Jessica had a sudden premonition that filled her with an unshakable 
feeling of dread. 

After all these years of restraining and deliberately denying the female 
sexuality that was in her nature as a mature beautiful woman, she knew that 
something had snapped inside her today. When she had innocently accepted the 
position of a high school teacher, she had unwittingly led herself into a 
situation that would change her life forever. Today, for some reason she 
might never fully understand, she had begun to lose control of her body and 
emotions in a way that made her forget the things she knew were right and 
proper. 

The sound of the bushes rustling outside drifted through the classroom 
window and the sudden noise of the two students' loud laughter as they 
walked across the yard snapped Jessica out of her dark mood. Grimacing 
slightly at the strange feeling of foreboding that was already passing out 
of her mind, the lovely fair-haired teacher deliberately squared her 
shoulders and turned away from the sight of green lawn outside the school. 
It had just been a moment of weakness, she mentally decided, it could happen 
to anyone. But, as she gathered up her books and papers from her desk, she 
silently added the self-warning: Don't let it happen again, ever! She knew 
she would have to learn how to control her body if she wanted to keep her 
new life the way she wanted it, independent and free of guilt and fear. 

Somehow strengthened by her resolution, the lovely woman patted her long, 
golden hair into place and strode confidently from the classroom into the 
silent corridor. Her footsteps echoed hollowly in the deserted hallway as 
she turned the corner toward the building's front entrance and she vaguely 
wondered if anyone were still in the school. As if in answer to her 
thoughts, a soft breathy voice sounded in the stillness. 

"Mrs. Davis, stop a moment," it called gently. "I haven't had a chance to 
talk to you in ages." 

Startled, Jessica halted in her tracks and peered in the doorway of the 
classroom she was passing. In the dim twilight gloom, she saw the faint 
sparkle of glass beakers and bottles. A slight movement in the room brought 
her eyes to a wiry, dark-haired man sitting on a table in the midst of the 
scientific paraphernalia. 

"Oh, Mr. Tighe, hello," she gasped, a little relieved to find that the face 
was familiar. Then, with a charming smile, she added, "I didn't know that 
Biology teachers worked late too. What are you doing here at this hour, 
conducting experiments?" 

The middle-aged man's ironic smile widened as he hopped down from his work 
table. "Call me 

Rob, my dear. The last of the students have left, I believe," he said as he 
switched on the room's overhead lights. "By the way, what have you been 
teaching those ninth grade students in your class? It seems to be affecting 
them quite a bit." 

"Why?" the lovely blonde-haired woman said proudly as she stepped into the 
chemistry classroom. 

The small man shot her a quizzical look, then pensively folded his hands 
over his slight paunch. "Well, that wasn't exactly what I meant," he said 
after a moment. "I was speaking more about their after-school activities . . 
. right below my window, just a moment ago. I thought you might have been 
telling them dirty stories but now . . . " 

He paused for a moment and Jessica was uncomfortably aware of a sly gleam in 
the older man's eyes as he studied her face. Almost against her will, her 
gaze moved to the bank of windows behind the slight-built little man and she 
fought to restrain a gasp of horror as she realized that the outer wall of 
this room met the wall of her own classroom to form the inner corner of the 
building. He had seen Angel and Lee on the ground below! Had he also seen 
her as she watched them? 

"But now," he mockingly went on, his gaze lowering to take in the full, 
generous contours of her lush body. "I see that you didn't have to say 
anything at all. Just the sight of you is inspiration enough." 

"Th-ank you," Jessica stammered as the blood drained from her face. "I saw 
them t-too. But, certainly I had nothing to do with what.. . what they were 
doing." Her eyes desperately searched the middle-aged man's face for some 
clue to his inner thoughts. "I-I mean I don't.. . I never.. . " 

"Never what, Mrs. Davis?" he said, his high breathy voice cruelly demanding. 

The beautiful teacher made a determined effort to hide her fear. In as 
dignified a tone as she could manage at that moment, she replied, 
"Personally, I think they're both much too young for that sort of thing. As 
a matter-of-fact, I was just on my way outside to send them home." 

"You're a little late, aren't you?" he commented pointedly. His grimchanged 
to a knowing smirk as he added, "But then, I'm sure you had other, personal 
things to finish before you left the school room . . . woman stuff, hmmmm?" 

Trembling, uncontrollably, Jessica stared at the smug little man with a 
mixture of fear and fury in her expression. Struggling to control her 
emotions, she decided to somehow bluff her way through the humiliating 
accusation in the man's face. 

"Yes, I was involved with something more important," she said icily with 
forced calmness. 

"And besides, I try not to make a practice of spying on other people's 
personal affairs. Have you reached the age where you find more pleasure in 
watching, Mr. Tighe?" 

She saw that her verbal thrust had taken the chemistry teacher aback and, 
before he could find an answer, Jessica whirled and ran from the classroom 
and the school building. As the heavy door of the school clanged shut behind 
her, the lovely woman heard Rob Tighe's reply to her jibe. 

All the way to the teacher's parking lot and on the short drive home, the 
sound kept ringing in her ears.. . a high-pitched giggling laughter that 
somehow sounded more threatening than amused to the frightened teacher. 

* * * 

Jessica stood by the blackboard, nodding encouragement as one of her pupils 
laboriously analyzed a sentence before the rest of the class. The day had 
gone well, so well, in fact, that she could barely believe that only 
yesterday she had been so full of anxieties and doubts about herself. The 
lovely teacher felt as though a weight had been lifted from her, and in a 
way, it had. Yesterday, when she had arrived back at the tiny apartment she 
had rented in the city near the suburban school, she had felt like running 
away from the high school, the apartment, away from everything in her new 
life, even if it meant going back to Ernest on her knees. 

Searching for any means to ease her burden of guilt and fear, she had 
deliberately stopped up the drain in her kitchen sink, then called a 
plumber. As she had hoped, the man had promised to come the next afternoon, 
about the time she arrived home from school. It was a silly ploy, she knew, 
but at least, for one more day, she would have an excuse to postpone young 
Dave's after-school tutoring session. And with one day of grace, she hoped 
that she would be able to calm down enough to be able to handle her feelings 
for the boy when she could no longer avoid being alone with him in the 
school room after everyone else left. 

"That's marvelous, Bill, absolutely right," Jessica smiled at the chubby 
red-haired boy who had just finished the sentence on the blackboard. Turning 
to the rest of the class, she happily announced, "I think we've just about 
got that down now. Shall we go on to something new today?" 

For a change, most of the students nodded agreement. There was one 
exception-the tall, slender boy in the back of the class whose young brow 
was wrinkled in a desperate, but futile, effort to comprehend everything 
that was being discussed. Jessica's spirits were so high today that she felt 
no fear at doing what any good teacher would do with a student like this. 

"All right, Dave, why don't you come up to the board now and we'll work one 
out together," she graciously invited the dark-haired boy. 

The youngster's eyes flashed in fear and he hesitated for a moment, 
obviously afraid that he would be humiliated by his ignorance in front of 
his classmates. Just then, the husky dark-haired boy sitting beside him, the 
same youth Jessica had seen in the bushes yesterday afternoon, patted Dave 
on the shoulder and whispered the words of encouragement he needed to start 
him moving toward the front of the classroom. 

Jessica was startled for a moment. She hadn't known that Dave and Lee were 
good friends. If she had been aware of their friendship, she might have felt 
differently about what she had seen yesterday. Quickly, she shrugged away 
the provocative train of thought. What difference does it make? she angrily 
asked herself. It's over. Forget it! 

Using all her strength of will, she forced herself to view the slim 
frightened boy who was now standing beside her just like any other youngster 
who didn't quite understand the complexities of grammar. To her surprise it 
was not difficult, and it became easier as she started talking. 

"Now, Dave, let's get down to basics," she briskly began, writing on the 
blackboard as she talked. After a few tries at analyzing the sentence, with 
a sinking heart, Jessica once again realized what she had known all along: 
Dave would never catch up with the rest of the class if she didn't give him 
some private instruction. 

"I hear you're very good in debate, Dave," the beautiful teacher chuckled. 
"But that kind of argument just doesn't hold up in grammar. This afternoon, 
for sure, well get you straightened out, okay?" 

Far from appearing embarrassed by his mistake in front of the class, the boy 
seemed relieved that at last he would be able to understand the complexities 
of the grammar course. Jessica remembered the other teachers telling her 
about Dave's unbelievable aptitude for art and music and she felt gratified 
that the youngster was so willing to learn a subject far from his natural 
talents. With a friendly smile, she motioned for him to return to his seat, 
then noticed that the rest of the students were all looking rather smug with 
themselves. 

"Listen," she teased them. "You may be able to understand all this, but 
there are very few artistic geniuses who don't have a mental block against 
the more mechanical side of things. And from what I hear, we may have a 
budding Bach-Monet among us." 

The others laughed as she had hoped they would and Dave blushed deeply, but 
looked very pleased with the compliment. Satisfied that she had repaired 
whatever psychological damage the boy might have suffered by exposing his 
lack of understanding to the rest of the class, she again returned to the 
lesson. 

It was not until the class period had ended that Jessica realized what she 
had promised Dave. As the youngsters filtered out of the classroom, the 
sound of the last bell still echoing in the crowded hallways, the beautiful 
teacher remembered that she had told the dark-haired youngster that she 
would definitely give him time that afternoon. 

The old fear and trembling excitement began to rise in her again and she 
wondered how she could see Dave and meet the plumber at the same time. The 
answer was obvious. She would simply have to take the boy home with Her. 
Then, even if she did start to lose control of herself again, the plumber 
would be there to act as a sort of "chaperone." The idea of a plumber acting 
as a watchdog over her private life amused Jessica and she was grinning as 
Dave walked up to her desk in the now empty room. 

"A man's coming to fix my kitchen sink this afternoon," she explained, 
gathering up her books and papers as she spoke. "Would you mind coming home 
with me? I'll drive you back to your house after we finish, if that's no 
trouble for you." 

"That's fine, Mrs. Davis," the boy answered shyly. But his eyes' said more, 
that he would willingly follow her anywhere, if she asked. 

Almost against her will, Jessica felt a little thrill of excitement at the 
expression of undisguised adolescent love in the youngster's face. He was so 
sensitive, so sweet.. . so very, very much like her Kent. 

* * * 

"Is that your telephone, Mrs. Davis?" Dave asked uncertainly as Jessica 
fumbled through her handbag for the key to her apartment door. 

The lovely blonde pulled the key ring out of her purse, then stood still for 
a moment in the brightly lit hallway of her apartment building, trying to 
judge the distance of the faint, but insistent ringing that was coming from 
some place nearby. 

"I think it is, but who could be calling me here?" she wondered aloud as she 
hurriedly fitted the key to the lock and pushed open the wooden door. Not 
waiting for any reply, she tossed her load of books and papers on the chair 
in the hallway and rushed into the living room where the telephone was still 
jangling. 

The boy came slowly behind her, pausing to conscientiously remove the key 
she had left in the door and place it on the chair with her school books. 
Jessica saw that he was waiting patiently in the hallway, not wanting to 
intrude on a private conversation and she smiled and beckoned him inside. 

"I don't know who it is," she whispered over the receiver. "Some woman . . . 
she said to wait. I can't understand it. I have an unlisted number." 

She saw some of the nervousness disappear from the tall, slender youngster's 
face and was glad she had decided to act friendly with him. Even though she 
was thirty-five now, Jessica could still recall the anxiety she and other 
youngsters had felt in high school at the idea of being alone with a 
teacher. After all, with the plumber coming soon, she knew there was no risk 
of this afternoon's session with 

A the shy, good-looking boy turning into any more dangerous than the 
beginning of a charming friendship. She flashed a conspiratorial smile at 
Dave and then, as a voice sounded at the other end of the telephone line, 
her expression suddenly changed. 

"Mr. Giani, you promised you'd be here at four-thirty. Today!" she cried 
into the receiver after a moment. "I asked you yesterday and you said yes, 
definitely!" 

She listened for another few minutes, her lovely face darkening with angry 
dismay, then interrupted the speaker. "Forget it, Mr. Giani. I'll find 
another plumber!" 

As she furiously slammed the receiver back onto its cradle, Jessica saw that 
Dave's smile had faded as well and his handsome face now wore an expression 
of anxiety. "Don't worry, Mrs. Davis," he said quickly with an embarrassed 
smile. "If it's not too difficult, I can probably fix your sink. I help my 
mother with stuff like that all the time." 

"Well . . . well, all right, Dave," the beautiful teacher finally said 
lamely, flushing pink as she realized that the innocent youth had no idea of 
the real reason for her distress. The plumber had broken his appointment to 
come that afternoon and now there would be no one with them in the 
apartment. . . nothing to stand in their way if she should weaken in her 
resolve to control her wayward emotions. Already she felt the heat of the 
odd fascination rising in her loins once again. But now there was just the 
two of them, alone in her tiny apartment, and it was double powerful. Her 
mind cast about frantically as she tried to think of some way to distract 
herself from the hot demanding sensations that suddenly seemed to be 
throbbing deep in her belly. 

"Uh, Mrs. Davis, where's your kitchen? . . . " the slim dark-haired 
youngster finally prompted her,' obviously confused by her lengthy silence. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, Dave. I must have been thinking too hard. It's in here," 
Jessica breathlessly managed, leading the way to the back of the apartment. 
She wondered excitedly how long she would be able to spend with the 
beautiful boy before she would have to take him home to his family. This 
might be the only time she would ever have him all to herself, and Jessica 
vowed to make the best of it, if only because the youngster reminded her so 
much of her dead love. 

"I don't know anything about these things, Dave, but I think something's 
caught in the drain," she explained with a sweet, helpless smile as the boy 
entered the tiny kitchenette behind her. "Can you fix it?" 

"Oh, that's easy," the boy smiled with relief. "Do you have any lye?" 

"I.. . think so," Jessica murmured, hoping her suddenly all-consuming 
excitement was not revealed in her voice. As the boy edged into the tiny 
cramped kitchen beside her, she could feel the warm closeness of his young 
body and could sense his charming uncertainty at being so near to his lovely 
teacher. Trying desperately to stifle the strange nervousness she felt 
building within her, she pulled the lye tin from a shelf in one of the 
kitchen cupboards, then moved closer to the boy to watch the operation at 
the sink. Her mind tried to call out a warning as her arm brushed softly 
against his cotton shirt, but the purely physical sensations of her flesh 
against his warm clothing overrode the signal for caution. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"I heard that this is your first year as a teacher, Mrs. Davis," the boy 
began, obviously self-conscious about his effort at conversation. "I don't 
know why you came to Carlton. I guess it's pretty boring for a . . . a 
sophisticated person like you. I mean," he went on hesitantly, staring down 
at the can in his hand, "well, most of us are really glad you're teaching us 
instead of the mean old woman they had last year." 

A tremor of excitement ran through Jessica. She had not said a word to 
disclose her true feelings toward Dave and here he was already, telling her 
that she was well-liked among the students-including himself! Her throat 
constricted tightly as she realized that the sixteen year-old youngster was 
staring surreptitiously at the bulge of her full-rounded breasts against the 
sweater she had worn that day. Secretly pleased, she stretched to reach up 
over the sink for two glasses on the drain board above, knowing that her 
high, proud breasts would strain even more tightly against the wool knit as 
she moved. 

"Would you like a drink, Dave?" she inquired softly, her white teeth 
sparkling as she flashed him a coy smile. "I haven't got any soft drinks, 
but I could make you a very weak Scotch and soda?" 

"Wow, I don't know," the handsome youngster hesitated, then gave into the 
temptation with a quick nod. "Okay, but don't ever tell my mother! She'd 
have us both run out of town." 

"Good, I'll have one too," Jessica Davis said with a happy little laugh at 
the sudden feeling of camaraderie that had sprung up between her and her 
young pupil. "I'll make them in the parlor. Come back in when you think 
you've got that thing under control." 

The beautiful blonde smiled to herself as she strolled back into the 
apartment's living room and opened the liquor cabinet. She felt almost 
wicked giving the youngster an alcoholic beverage and yet she knew that 
there was nothing really wrong with what she was doing. After all, if adults 
could drink, there was certainly no harm in giving Dave a very weak Scotch, 
just to calm him down, she thought. Her mind lingered on the memory of how 
the perspiration had begun to bead on the boy's brow when she had stood so 
close to him as he poured the lye crystals down into the drain of the sink. 
At least it was heartening to know that Dave had the same sort of human 
impulses as she herself. Now, she decided, they would get right down to 
work, as soon as they finished their drinks. 

"I think it'll be okay," Dave announced confidently as he walked back into 
the living room. "Just flush it out with cold water in about an hour." 

"Oh, thank you, Dave. Sit down now and rest," Jessica said with a little 
tinkling laugh. "I certainly didn't intend for you to be doing odd jobs 
around the house when I asked you to come home with me." 

She watched him settle his slender boyish form down on the couch, then 
walked across the room with the two tumblers of amber liquid in her hands. 
As he watched her curvaceous body glide gracefully across the carpet, Dave's 
tongue swiped nervously at his upper lip. Jessica knew that he could not 
help staring at her beautiful body and she smiled with pleasure as she held 
out one of the brimful glasses to him. 

"Here, I'll just sit down with you for a moment and then we'll get down to 
our grammar," she said lightly as she sat down beside him on the big, 
overstuffed couch. The lovely teacher was not nearly as calm as she looked. 

In fact, Jessica was fighting with all her strength to overcome the 
maddening temptation to reach out and touch Dave's face. Only sixteen years 
old, she marveled mentally, and yet so unbelievably masculine. She studied 
the smooth innocent features of the boy as he sipped at the weak drink she 
had poured him, then she took a deep swallow of the much stronger mixture 
she had made for herself. 

In her mind, she felt she would need this drink to make it through an 
afternoon alone with the boy. Perhaps the alcohol would make her forget the 
throbbing heat in the center of her loins and the dampness up between her 
thighs, her body's protest to the fact that it had not known a man in more 
than fifteen years. It was more than she could believe that Dave was less 
than half her own age, that he had probably not yet begun to shave. Her eyes 
lovingly traced the firm, youthful contours of his face, so like Kent's and 
then suddenly realized that the youngster was averting his eyes from her 
penetrating stare. Feeling instantly contrite for embarrassing him, the 
beautiful blonde instantly looked away and searched her mind for some words 
of explanation. As she took another large gulp of her powerful drink, the 
alcohol gave her the courage to speak the truth. 

"Dave, you'll have to excuse me for staring at you like that," she 
apologized softly, looking up to gaze sincerely into his liquid brown eyes. 
"It's just that you look very much like someone I loved very much once . . . 
and you are very handsome." 

As soon as the words had left her lips, Jessica was afraid that the boy 
might misunderstand her.. . or worse, become afraid and leave the apartment. 
But to her delight, she saw his expression light up with joy. As his eyes 
met hers, she saw naked adulation shining from them and she instinctively 
leaned closer to the handsome youngster. 

"I. . . I don't know how to tell you what I'm thinking, Mrs. Davis," the boy 
said haltingly, his gaze falling to rest on the full, fleshy mounds of her 
breasts that jutted out over the tiny wisp of her girlish waist. As 
Jessica's breath quickened with excitement, her chest rose and fell with 
increasing speed until it began to appear that the twin globes might tear 
through the loose fabric of her sweater. Dave's brow furrowed as though he 
were searching for the right words to explain his thoughts to the beautiful 
older woman and then he looked up at her with an innocent warmth that made 
Jessica's heart beat with wild excitement. 

"I think," he began slowly, "that you're the most beautiful person in the 
whole world and I really hope that you like me too. Because I like you an 
awful lot." 

In the endless years since her beloved Kent had died, Jessica had heard 
almost the same statement from virtually dozens of older men, but never 
before had the words affected her so powerfully. For some reason she didn't 
even try to explain to herself, she let her gaze drop down to the crotch of 
Dave's trousers and the sight that met her eyes filled her with a sudden 
arousal that both excited and terrified her. For straining and throbbing 
against the crisp, clean fabric of the boy's pants, the older woman could 
clearly see a stiff, slender bulge, pressing upward and outward, and she had 
to intertwine her own fingers tightly together to resist the impulse to 
reach out and touch the rising young flesh. 

"That's good, Dave," she said breathlessly, "I like you too." 

On a sudden impulse, Jessica reached out to place her cool fingers on the 
smooth young hand that rested on the couch between them. She could feel the 
inflamed center of her femaleness tingling in almost violently passionate 
answer to the vision of Dave's swelling young penis under his trousers. She 
was aware of her vaginal slit throbbing madly against the thin filmy fabric 
of her panties, and her nipples were growing button-hard and chafed against 
the inner material of her brassiere as her full curving breasts heaved 
higher and became swollen with the pulsing torment of her growing 
excitement. 

She felt the boy's gaze lingering hotly on her curvaceous body and Jessica 
struggled against the impulse to reach up under her skirt and rub the fleshy 
throbbing ridges of her pussy to relieve the agonizing tingling. She knew 
that she was not experiencing the kind of honest, forthright sexual arousal 
she had never had with a man since Kent's death. Her husband and all the 
other men she had known in the past years had been all wrong, selfish and 
uncaring. And their flabby, aging bodies had disgusted her. But now, with 
the sweet, eager teenaged boy sitting next to her on her couch, she wished 
desperately that she could simply be honest and tell him that she wanted him 
to come closer. That she really wanted to feel him fill her aching empty 
vagina with his vibrant young penis so that they could both enjoy each other 
to the fullest. This moment was like a dream come true and her excited, 
alcohol-dimmed mind could not quite comprehend the necessity to restrain 
herself. Why should she feel guilty, she wondered mentally, if the handsome 
youngster made her breasts and pussy hunger for his touch? Why, after all 
these years of loneliness, should she have to deny herself the one male who 
filled her with such violent arousal? 

"Mrs. Davis, do you think we should start on the grammar now?" the boy's 
anxious voice broke into her thoughts. "I.. . I have to be home in about an 
hour." Dave nervously swallowed the last of his drink and peered anxiously 
over the rim of his glass at the beautiful teacher. "I hope I didn't make 
you angry with what I said before." 

Jessica sipped thoughtfully at her Scotch and watched him shifting 
uncertainly on the edge of the couch cushions. Though she was sure that Dave 
would wordlessly settle down to the English studies if she asked, the 
beautiful teacher could feel her student's eyes burning into her body. He 
was staring wonderingly at her full-rounded female curves, not like an 
innocent teenaged boy, but as an adult man would stare at a woman whose 
beauty arouses his natural impulses to boldness. 

"Let's . . . let's w-wait just a moment more," Jessica weakly suggested, her 
pointed pink tongue moistening her lips as her eyes once again met the sight 
of the youngster's throbbing member pulsing outward against his straining 
trousers. 

The lovely blonde was visibly trembling now from the force of the delicious 
erotic sensations rippling through every nerve in her body. She was unable 
to think clearly as she saw the boy's brown eyes feasting boldly on her ripe 
feminine charms, openly staring at her high plush bosom, then gazing 
downward to take in the inviting curves of her buttocks and thighs. Jessica 
felt almost drugged by the very closeness of Dave's lithe young body and she 
barely cared anymore whether or not the youth could see her reaction to his 
presence. At that moment, she was certain of nothing in the world but the 
blazing currents of sexual feeling that were beginning to leap between their 
bodies like electrical sparks. 

Some part of Jessica's mind was still aware enough to cry out warning 
signals to her awakening flesh, but she listened to her own conscience 
without interest. It was already too late to control the passion blazing 
like a forest fire through her starving vagina and breasts and Jessica heard 
a voice she barely recognized as her own softly whisper to the boy beside 
her on the couch, "Tell me, Dave. Do you really like me as much as Hike 
you?" 

The dark-haired youngster stared at her in confused astonishment for a full 
minute before a strange hopeful smile spread slowly over his handsome face, 
both fear and youthful desire showing clearly in his expression. 

"Do you, Dave?" Jessica gently insisted. "Are you enough of a man to know 
what I mean?" 

The beautiful teacher suddenly knew exactly what she was doing and no longer 
cared about the consequences. Carefully and deliberately, she was teasing 
the youngster into an agony of confusion and frustration, following some 
long-buried instinct in her female mind that she drive the handsome boy past 
the point of no return. Her gaze fell again to his trousers and paused a 
moment on the dark spot of moisture that had appeared around his hard young 
cock, then her eyes ran over the rest of his slim youthful form, coming to 
rest at last on his face and the wide brown eyes alight with 
newly-discovered passion. 

"Oh, Mrs. Davis, I don't know.. . I don't know . . . " the boy moaned. Then, 
with a tiny strangled cry of barely suppressed desire, Dave lunged toward 
her and wrapped his arms around Jessica, pulling her closer to plant several 
moist rapid kisses on her cheeks and throat before she could move. A gasp of 
shock burst from the teacher's open mouth before his mouth locked wetly on 
hers and the handsome youth flicked out his hot tongue to stab deeply 
between her lips. 

Jessica trembled and struggled weakly in surprise at his sudden attack, but 
she knew it was useless. She had pushed his young passions beyond their 
endurance and finally Dave's defenses had collapsed before her assault on 
his mind and senses until he was responding not like a boy but like a 
full-grown, Just-crazed man. 

This was wrong and she knew it, and yet her senses were suddenly screaming 
with desire for the smooth-bodied youngster, and for the hard rod of 
virilely throbbing boy-flesh she felt digging into her thigh as he ground 
his body against hers. His innocent desire for her aroused Jessica even more 
until she actually ceased struggling and wrapped her own arms around his 
neck, pulling his slim young torso more tightly to her breasts as she began 
to gently rotate her hips against him in a suggestive, seductive gesture of 
encouragement. 

"God, I'm so sorry, Mrs. Davis," the boy moaned hotly into her ear. "You're 
just so beautiful and nice. Please don't hate me. I can't help myself." 

His hands were now shamelessly massaging her firm rounded buttocks under her 
wool skirt, squeezing and releasing the fleshy globes with a hypnotic rhythm 
that jarred her from head to foot. More and more the unreasoning desire that 
had been plaguing her ever since she had first seen the slender, dark-haired 
youth over a month ago, was taking control of her mind and emotions. Jessica 
wanted this teenager's beautiful young body and she was no longer capable of 
even worrying about the dangers of what she was about to do. 

"Dave, stop, please," she breathed, trying to make her voice sound calm and 
rational. With an almost mind-shattering effort, she broke away from the 
embrace and stood up in front of the couch. "We've got to think about what 
we're doing. We just can't run wild like animals!" 

At the sound of her voice, the sixteen year-old boy looked up at her and 
stared into her face with eyes filled with anguish. Obviously fighting his 
natural impulses, he straightened himself on the couch and sat up stiffly, 
his hands clenching and unclenching nervously on his lap. Jessica looked 
down at him, fear and indecision mingling with the now-wanton lust in her 
expression. 

"Do you want me to leave, Mrs. Davis?" the youngster hesitantly asked, his 
voice polite and gentle despite the miserable frustration apparent in his 
face. He gazed blankly at the wall behind her as his erect young penis 
jerked angrily in his trousers as if demanding release from its painful 
confinement. "I.. . I could get one of the other guys to help me with the 
lessons, if you w-want." 

Yes, yes, tell him to go! Tell him now, Jessica's conscience silently 
pleaded. Get him out of here before you do something you'll both regret for 
the rest of your lives! But her body was too excited to pay attention to 
anything but its own selfish demands and the beautiful older woman's soft 
full lips opened invitingly, smilingly uttering the words that would forever 
ruin the loyalty she had so desperately guarded all these years and the 
charming innocence of a sweet, intelligent boy who was young enough to be 
her own son. 

"No, Dave, don't go. I.. . I need you." 

It was the point of no return. 

Even the dark-haired youngster knew in his adolescent innocence that his 
beautiful teacher had just agreed to fulfill his wildest dreams. With a 
strangled moan of delight, he rose from the couch and crushed his body 
against hers in a desperate embrace. His mouth found her soft waiting lips, 
pressing against their warmth with youthful fervor, then slipped downward to 
pay worshipful homage to Jessica's smooth ivory throat. 

His hands fumbled uncertainly at the sweater that covered her upper body 
until the lovely blonde woman helped him pull the soft clinging garment over 
her head. His eyes widened in joyful disbelief as the full firm mounds of 
her chest were revealed, bulging voluptuously over the lacy edges of her 
brassiere. Jessica's loins grew hot and her entire body began to throb with 
passion as she passively accepted the boy's fumbling, inexperienced 
caresses. She could feel Dave's heart beating wildly through his shirt as he 
pressed his body against hers, barely able to believe that she rhythm to the 
alternate thrusts of the punishing tongue and the skewering finger up her 
ass hole. She knew Sharon was on the brink of orgasm, not quite there, but 
hanging on the verge. Her friend's breasts were heaving and dancing wildly 
on her chest as Tod alternately sucked and fondled both girls, occasionally 
touching breasts and cunts alike, snaking his finger here and there, unable 
to keep to himself watching the unbelievable feast before his eyes. His long 
thick rod was an unbelievable quivering poker sticking out from under his 
paunch, and he even alternately touched himself taking hold of his long 
thick penis and stroking it fully up and down for a few seconds before he 
would touch and suck one of the girls again. 

Sharon's head stopped its flailing and tensed as she arched her back, the 
cords in her neck standing out like steel cables. Her face contorted and a 
low guttural scream started deep in her throat, choked off at the last 
moment by a long soulful gasp that sounded like a dying animal. 

"Aaaaah," and then again, "aaaaaaahhhh!" 

Sharon felt as though she were losing her insides as the fluids of her 
orgasm started deep in her belly and gushed out around Nancie's still 
thrashing tongue and dribbled down her cheeks and chin. The climaxing 
brunette could feel it running wetly down the crevice of her buttocks around 
the finger still sunk deep in her wide-stretched anus, and onto Nancie's 
chest below. 

She gave one last gasp and half-collapsed, her head slumping forward onto 
her heaving chest, her hands supporting her weight on the carpet by Nancie's 
head, her breasts jiggling under her like half moons. She could not move. 
The world had ended and she had been consumed in the last cataclysmic fire 
that was the destruction of every living thing. She sat absolutely still, 
her arms splayed out uselessly. 

Nancie lay also still, with her head still nestled between Sharon's stili 
quivering thighs. They could both feel the wetness of Sharon's orgasm spread 
out over Nancie's cheeks and chest. Both girls were panting out their 
exhaustion together when the sound of Tod's voice shattered their revery. 

"Okay, baby doll," he said to Sharon. "Roll off! It's big daddy's turn now!" 

In her passion with Sharon, Nancie had been aware of the fact that Tod was 
occasionally touching her breasts and occasionally licking her cuntal 
passage, snaking his long pink tongue the full length of the jagged lips, 
causing her to squirm around, and give even more pleasure to her friend 
seated with her cunt upon her lips because of the pleasure she was receiving 
herself, but she had no idea that he would fuck her when she was through 
with her lewd act with his wife. She was aware of the shameful act she had 
just displayed before his very eyes, and she wished that she could just hide 
somewhere to get away from all of this lewdness and degradation. 

"Now I'm gonna fuck you baby!" Tod said to her hoarsely, and he stood up to 
advance towards her. She had not seen his penis get hard, she had been so 
lewdly occupied with his wife, but it stood out now from under his belly 
like the menacing shaft of a heavy blunt spear, and he began stroking the 
uncircumcized foreskin back and forth over the hard bulbous head right in 
front of her eyes, and the unnatural act made fresh shivers of forbidden 
desire course up and down her back bone as she realized that she would 
really get a first rate honest to goodness fuck job, the kind that she 
didn't ever get from her prudish husband Dick. She had conflicting emotions 
of desire and shame, and her drug fogged mind could not function now with 
part want of a screw job, and part humiliation for fear of facing Dick 
again. 

"Like that, sweetie?" Tod said as he played with his long thick shaft close 
to her face, enjoying the torment he was putting the young bride through. 

He had become so unbearably excited watching the two women perform before 
that he could hardly wait, but he wanted everything to be so perfect with 
this little slut Nancie, because he had wanted her for himself for so long 
that he didn't want to ruin it all now with haste. He was getting such a 
sadistic pleasure from torturing the blonde girl now, watching her shame and 
conflicting emotions chase each other across her face like tidal waves while 
he was laughing to himself and shoving his rock hard penis into her face. 

"I'll bet your puny husband Dick never had anything like that to shove into 
your tight little cunt, did he?" Tod said to the quivering young woman. 
Nancie looked pleadingly towards Sharon to see if she would help her, but 
the older girl was slumped on her side, watching what was going on with a 
wary eye, ready to help her husband if Nancie should decide to bolt from the 
scene, yet too exhausted to move if she didn't have to. 

Against her will, Nancie's eyes dropped to the hard fleshy instrument Tod 
was holding in his hand and shoving into her face. Good Grief!! It was so 
huge. 

In spite of her fear, the drugged young bride found herself wondering how a 
woman could take a thing like that inside her without being completely split 
apart. She lay still, her thighs still wide open, her breath coming so fast 
that she felt her lungs would burst. Her belly quivered and heaved as though 
he already had the long thick hot rod sunk deep inside her helpless 
quivering passage. 

Tod bent down over the prostrate body of the young girl, his lips slipping 
wetly around the nipple of Nancie's heaving left breast. She groaned in a 
mixture of pain and pleasure and tried to twist away from the sudden sharp 
sensation, but his hands, playing over the soft gentle flare of her hips and 
thighs, held her fast. His lips roamed lewdly over the palpitating white 
mounds, causing a blissful twitch to descend feather-like to her tingling 
loins below, and her buttocks began a slow impatient grinding down into the 
living room carpet. 

"Damn, you're getting hot already. All right!! " he moaned in delight as his 
lips slavered over the soft sensitive tips of her breasts. He snaked his 
long pink tongue over first one rock hard nipple, and then the other, 
alternately sucking and licking her breasts, sending outrageous shocks of 
pure lustful sensation down to her quivering loins, making waves of desire 
pour over her genitals like waves over sand dunes. He squeezed one firm ripe 
mound and then the other, then he let his long pink tongue dribble over one 
mound and suck hard on the firm ripe nipple, sending forbidden shivers of 
pure delight through the girl. He let his lips slaver over the soft 
sensitive parts of her body, and his eyes seemed hard and cruel in the greed 
of his desire. He wanted her so badly that he was almost ready to burst, the 
lust filled cum deep in his balls nearly cumming now, before he was ready, 
and before he wanted to cum. 

"I'm gonna screw you like you've never been screwed before. You're gonna 
twist and squirm when this beautiful long hard cock of mine sinks into your 
belly, and you're gonna scream for mercy when my gorgeous rod comes out your 
tonsils, but after a while, you're gonna be begging little ole' me for more 
and more!" Tod snorted to her cruelly. 

Nancie lay frozen under the prodding of his obscene words, their very 
lewdness exciting her more and more, especially in her lust crazed pussy, 
but her half drugged mind fought within herself the final surrender that 
would mean her total subjugation to her friend's husband. 

"Spread your legs wide, honey. I'm coming in now," Tod grinned in triumph 
above her. He slithered up over the girl and took his long thick rod in his 
hand and set it on top of her face, within inches of her lust crazed eyes. 
She expected him to put the white hot prick into her mouth, and she opened 
her jaws wide for the reception, but he merely twitched and jerked himself 
several times over her face, and then began moving his body downward in one 
long slow movement, dragging his firm hard prick down her neck, and over her 
lust hardened breasts. He let it slither over her breasts for a few moments, 
brushing against the hardened tips roughly, sending electric shocks through 
both of their bodies, then he languidly moved downward letting his cock drag 
slowly down over her smooth white belly. 

The lewd movements were all she could bear, and Nancie was turned on beyond 
belief. Tod continued his slow downward movement until his face was just 
inches away from Nancie's hotly quivering cunt. He nosed the fine pubic 
hairs apart and snaked his tongue once again into her hot tight little 
passage, and her whole body shuddered with unbelievable ecstasy she never 
knew she had such passion within her. He knew he had turned her on more than 
she had ever been before, and he felt just a touch of pride at what he had 
done to the young girl. 

Tod continued his worming in her pussy with his tongue, meanwhile, he roamed 
his hands over her up-thrust white breasts, making her move in one long 
shudder of delight at the double assault. Tod glanced at his wife Sharon to 
see if she was watching the assault, and he saw her staring in disbelief at 
her friend, one of her hands down twirling her own pussy hair. 

Sharon would never have believed that her own friend would act this way with 
her husband! She was again turned on herself just watching this lewd 
display, and never failed to marvel at the many talents of her husband. 

Tod gave Nancie one long hard ramming with his tongue, and then he snaked 
one of his long fingers into her cuntal passage to see if she was ready. He 
removed his fingers with a wet sluicing sound and felt the dribbles of her 
female cum dripping down over her bare ass cheeks. He knew she was ready 
beyond belief and he slowly rose to all fours moving up over her writhing 
body so that his long hot prick was just over her lust inflated tiny 
clitoris. Taking the hard throbbing rod of his cock between his fingers and 
guiding it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the fleshy lips of 
her cunt, he pushed forward relentlessly into the soft flanged edges. Nancie 
turned her head to the side of the carpet, closing her eyes with a shudder 
as she felt the soft electric contact against the sensitive edges of her 
moistly pulsating pussy. Holding her breath for what seemed an eternity, she 
lay still in utter terror, and pure delightful anticipation before him, not 
even daring to breathe. 

"Oooooohh," she gasped as she felt the first harsh parting of her cuntal 
passage, and the realization that he was going to ram his long unbelievably 
thick cock right into her hit her hard. 

"Aaaaagghhh," she gasped as the huge, blood-swollen tip slipped through, 
stretching cruelly through the tight rubber orifice until Nancie felt as 
though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure. 

"Tod, no, pleeease, you're hurting meeee!" She was suddenly whining as she 
jerked her eyes open in fear and saw Tod grinning above her. Oh shit, he was 
killing her, and he was enjoying it! To the young bride's frightened mind, 
he seemed to like watching her suffer under the cruelty of his slow 
relentless penetration of her helpless pussy. 

Tod was trying to hold himself back. He knew this beautiful girl trembling 
beneath him was afraid and that he should be patient with her, but then 
something suddenly snapped in him. The grin faded from his face and a 
contorted expression of raw lust replaced it. He could stand it no more, 
seeing this innocent wife spread-eagled beneath him as he had dreamed of for 
so long, the head of his thick hot cock disappearing slowly up into the hair 
of her blonde-fringed pussy . . . he had to fuck her! He had to . . . and 
quick! 

He fell forward, his weight smashing her full firm breasts back against her 
chest. At the same time, he thrust his hips forward and his hot thick cock 
slid into her cunt like a raging express train, pushing the soft moist flesh 
of her vaginal walls before it in rippling waves. There was no stopping him, 
and he groaned aloud with the exquisite torture as his balls smacked heavily 
against the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched buttocks. 

Nancie had never felt so filled in her life, and it seemed as though her 
vagina had been ripped into a thousand tiny threads as he speared 
mercilessly up between her quivering open thighs. And now, now his monstrous 
cock lay sunk deep in her soft white belly, filling every part of her 
insides. There wasn't one tiny piece of flesh on it that she couldn't feel 
as it pressed tightly against the soft inner flesh of her cunt, enclosed in 
that warm moist sheath like a sword sliced cruelly into its victim's belly. 

Tod lay still for a moment, his face directly above hers. Nancie too, lay 
immobile, afraid to move for fear of the pain it might bring. Neither made a 
sound for a long moment, and then suddenly she felt a throb deep inside her. 
The thickness of Tod's cock jerked up another half an inch as he flexed it 
inside her pussy. 

"Aaaauuuugghh!" she groaned breathlessly, her face contorting as the pain 
deepened. 

"Told you I'd stretch that tight little pussy of yours, doll!" he tormented 
her as he flexed again deep inside her cunt. 

"Aaaaggghh," she groaned louder this time, the cords in her neck standing 
out from the pressure of her resistance. 

"Come on now, you've got to learn to relax and enjoy it!" He grinned down in 
lewd delight. "Don't you like it?" She didn't answer. "Don't you like it, I 
said?" He flexed again. 

"Ooooohh, yes, yes," she cried, afraid to offend him. The pain was just too 
unbearable. His cock was just too damn thick for her. 

"Beg then!" he said with a leer. 

There was no response from the cringing blonde gritting her teeth to hold 
back a moan of despair. 

"Beg me, I said!" 

"Oooooh, no, I can't, I can't," she pleaded. "Beg me to fuck you. Now!" He 
throbbed his huge member again, deep in her trembling belly. "Oh, don't, 
don't! Pleeeease, I cannntttt!" She fought with all her strength and courage 
to escape this final humiliation. Begging him to do what he would surely do 
anyway would be total surrender. No, she had to hold out. It was the only 
thing left to her. He had taken all else-her pride in her fidelity to her 
husband, her self-respect, everything was gone. She couldn't let him have 
the pleasure of hearing her beg too. She just couldn't! 

But the cold hearted older store owner had his reasons too. He knew that 
unless she surrendered completely, she would never really be his. She would 
always say she'd "given him her body, but not her heart." He knew he had to 
strip the last vestiges of resistance from her, and throbbing his 
lust-engorged cock deeper, he dug his fingers into the softness of her 
shoulders at the same time. 

"Do it," he commanded, savage fire burning in his eyes. "Beg you little 
bitch!" 

Nancie sobbed, her will broken by the helplessness of her position and by 
all the hash she'd unwittingly consumed. She looked over at the older woman 
and her mind reeled at the sight. The older woman was watching them with 
lust crazed eyes, obviously enjoying everything that she was seeing, 
including the total surrender of her friend, and she was slithering her well 
moistened fingers out and into her own over heated dripping cunt, finger 
fucking herself at a quick pace! What a sordid picture she was, Nancie 
thought to herself, and at the same time she wondered what it would be like 
herself to observe such a depraved scene as she was undergoing, what would 
be almost a rape of her best friend, by her own husband in fact, and she 
supposed she would get so excited herself to the point of needing to be 
satisfied any way. even by playing with herself in such a manner as Sharon 
was doing. 

Bringing herself back to the present, she looked up to Tod and said, "Do it 
to me, do it to me!" 

"Not like that, you little bitch! I said say FUCK ME!" 

"Oh, fuck me!" she hissed through clenched teeth, tears gushing from her 
eyes as she spit out the obscene words. 

Her humiliation and degradation were complete. She would never be the same 
again. She had allowed herself to lose control over all the things she knew 
were right and now she wished she were dead. She could never face Dick again 
with the innocence she had before. She was a whore now, she was a whore! The 
bitter words bored into her mind. She was lost! Lost! There was nothing 
left, nothing. Nothing but the huge fleshy instrument buried deep inside her 
burning pussy. 

Tod sensed the loss of the last remaining ounce of resistance left in the 
young woman's soul, and clamping his wet lips right down over her mouth he 
began a slow rocking motion of his loins between her widespread thighs. He 
could feel her tight narrow cuntal passage widening slightly with each short 
smooth stroke as she groaned in helpless defeat below him. It wouldn't take 
long to turn this smooth soft-bodied young blonde into a raw, squealing mass 
of helpless desire. He could feel it in the way she had reacted to his 
earlier touches. Even though she was resisting and was convinced in her own 
mind that she was a sweet conservative wife, true to her husband, he could 
detect a latent hot streak in her that had just never been tapped. He had 
seen her a few minutes ago with his own wife. 

What a show that had been! Maybe she had felt safer with a woman, felt that 
she wasn't really betraying her husband. Well, he'd make sure she got turned 
on tonight. That was sure! And by a MAN, too. She'd get the fucking of her 
life! 

Nancie's body began to react involuntarily. There was no longer any reason 
to fight the lewd flames of drug-fired desire coursing through her veins. 
She had lost the battle against the obscene feelings, and even the agonizing 
thought of her final surrender sent chills running along the base of her 
spine as she felt the slow rhythm of Tod's cock skewering wetly into her. It 
was unexplainable to her, but suddenly she was free now, free to follow the 
natural urges of her body. Her whole body twitched and writhed beneath her 
older friend's husband, and she groaned incessantly up into the wetness of 
his mouth, shoving her tongue with a sudden complete abandon deep into his 
throat. 

Low hums of passionate servile acceptance came in torrents from deep in her 
chest, her face contorted with need, her mouth working, neck straining, 
nostrils flaring, a light perspiration breaking out on her forehead under 
the now disheveled blonde hair. Tod slipped his hands down along her sides 
and slid them under the soft smooth mounds of her moving buttocks, grasping 
them harshly, one in each hand. He remembered with lust-inciting clarity his 
thoughts from earlier in the day, of holding them like this. The realization 
that they were now his to do with as he wished drove him to a greater 
frenzy. They were flexing and relaxing in passionate tempo, oozing warmly 
around his fingers as he pressed his hands tightly into them. He jerked her 
harder to his loins and felt her pulling her thighs back a little more, the 
moist wet circle of her cunt flowering open wider to receive his cock to 
greater and greater depths. The pain was gone now and her legs on either 
side of his thickly impaling rod were jerking and quivering in uncontrolled 
abandon. 

Her eyes were closed and her tongue worked and slavered up into his mouth as 
small mewling sounds of velvety pleasure gurgled from deep in her throat. 
The cords in her neck and thighs stood out hard and tense as she writhed 
beneath him from the intensity of her feelings. 

There was no longer any thought of anything but the delicious sensation of 
lying beneath this man who was fucking her against her will and of giving 
back to him what he was giving to her. 

Tod slaved above her, moving suddenly into longer smoother strokes that 
brought his throbbing penis almost all the way out of her clasping vagina on 
the backstroke, and then thrusting forward into her uptilted loins again 
until he could feel the harsh slap of his balls against the unprotected 
crevice of her anus. He grinned at the thought of a further depravity, and 
slid his hand down over the tight skin of her buttocks to find the small 
puckered ring of her anus cradled defenselessly below. It was soft and warm 
and he could feel it working with the movements of her ass-cheeks as they 
pushed against his cum-laden testicles. Then, with a sudden quick movement, 
he pushed his forefinger into the hairless little circle, feeling the soft 
rubbery flesh yielding before his brutal attack. 

"Ooooh," she gasped, the sound trembling from her lips in painful protest. 

He thrust harder, taking pleasure in hearing her sounds of torment. 

"Oooooooh!" she groaned louder this time from the further outrage against 
her defenseless anus. But there was no respite. 

He worked the finger around inside, stretching the rubbery ring wider and 
wider as he ground into her, and before she could catch her breath to 
protest again, he slipped another finger in and felt the tight resistance 
give way as it moved up into the soft warm depths. 

A deep guttural noise arose from her chest, slowing into whimpers of pain 
for a moment and then slowly subsided to be replaced by greater moans of 
pleasure as her tortured anus gradually became accustomed to the unnatural 
invasion. 

Tod smiled a smile of triumph down into her open mouth as he felt her begin 
slowly screwing her rectum back onto his fingers as he probed them 
methodically around in the warm rubbery depths. Nancie was hopelessly 
impaled between his hard throbbing cock in her cunt and his fingers shoved 
tightly into her rectum. And now, moaning and mewling beneath him, she began 
twisting around in complete abandon under the double ravishment of her 
loins. 

He slid his other hand slowly up from the smooth rounded cheeks of her 
buttocks to where his cock was sliding smoothly in and out of her welcoming 
pussy-flesh, feeling the soft hair-lined folds clasped tight to his 
rampaging cock and their softness pulling and giving with each long hard 
jackhammer thrust into her wide-splayed loins. 

With his fingers, he fondled and played with the contracting lips of her 
pussy where he entered her, bringing softer moans of abandoned pleasure from 
her mouth and at the same time feeling the ever widening passage of her 
vagina opening in greedy desire to swallow the whole of his cock plunging 
far inside her helpless belly. He found and fondled her erect little 
clitoris with his fingers, stroking and massaging it in rhythm to his 
fucking, sending the young girl into total spasms of pleasure beneath him, 
totally enjoying the complete ecstasy of her pleasure nub being fondled 
along with a total fuck! 

He quickened his thrusts, hot and pulsating and deep as she thrashed her 
body beneath him. She was ready to cum, he could feel it as her legs on 
either side of him jerked up and out. Ripping his fingers from her rectum 
with a wet hissing sound, he pressed his hands behind her knees, pushing 
them back and down hard toward the carpet on either side of her shoulders. 
The plane of her cunt was wide open to the pile-driving thrusts of his loins 
as he smacked brutally into her. 

"Oh, oh, oh," she chanted beneath him, her face contorted into an 
unrecognizable mask of wild abandoned passion. 

He grunted and groaned and quickened his stroke, grinding hard and deep so 
that his cock bored up into the far hidden untouched recesses of her womb. 
Her voluptuously mounded breasts heaved and quivered up against the pressure 
of his chest, the tiny rock hard nipples digging into his flesh like 
pebbles.. . . 

And suddenly she shivered under him! 

"Oh, I'm cumming! Ohhhhhh, I'immmmmm, Cummmmmming! Ohhhhhh, OOOoooooh!" 

He felt her cunt opening around him and warm gushes of liquid flooding 
around his wildly pistoning member. He thrust faster, digging deeper, deeper 
inside her. He wanted her to remember this all her life, and remember that 
it was Tod Harris that had made it happen. 

He felt her jerk up toward him several times, the lips of her cunt working 
and sucking at his penis as though trying to milk him dry. Her breath was 
coming in short desperate gasps as he thrust repeatedly into her spasming 
vagina. Then he felt fingers sliding over the backs of his own thighs. 

Sharon had moved around behind him and was kneeling, trying to get a grip on 
his plunging hips. She succeeded for a moment and bent her head forward, 
thrusting it deep between his legs from the back. He felt the hot moist 
softness of her lips as they slid wetly down his nether crease, and then she 
was sucking on his lust-tightened balls as he plowed into Nancie below him. 
Sharon's head was buffeted grotesquely back and forth by his wild lunges 
into Nancie's flowing cunt, but she clung to him, her arms wrapped around 
his thighs, her tongue sliding down to the base of his cock, wet from 
Nancie's orgasm, her lips nibbling at the swollen sac of his testicles. It 
drove him crazy! 

He could feel the white-hot semen building up inside his churning balls as 
they lay imprisoned between the two panting women. They were ready to 
explode. Maddened with new lust, he shoved his tongue far down Nancie's 
throat and with harshly kneading hands pulled the widespread cheeks of her 
buttocks up hard against his grinding pelvis as he rammed his spewing cock 
all the way to the hilt in her soft unresisting cunt. 

Nancie could feel her insides splitting painfully as the head of the deeply 
sunk instrument suddenly flared into a hugeness that threatened to tear her 
womb apart, and began to spurt. She could feel the delicious white-hot 
liquid shooting into her like burning fire, ricocheting around inside her 
dilated vagina like streams of molten lava. The very pores of her cunt 
clasped around it, erupting in answer and once again spilling her own heated 
cum into the already drowning cavern of her lewdly convulsing cunt. It drove 
her insane! She couldn't let it stop! 

Frantically she reached around under her squirming buttocks with both hands. 
Her fingers came into contact with Sharon's head and tangling in her 
friend's hair, they pulled her face tighter against Tod's balls, driving him 
into an even greater frenzy. 

Nancie's legs kicked out, flailing uselessly in the air. The huge member 
continued to jerk its completion-white hot spurts still spewed from its 
head, filling her womb and foaming out around the contracting fleshy lips 
clasping the base of his cock, soaking the curly blonde pubic hair it was 
buried in. 

"Oh, fill me, fill me, darling," the drug-drunk young bride groaned 
incoherently around the swabbing tongue still sunk deep in her mouth. The 
hot walls of her jerking cunt still sucked hungrily at the throbbing cock 
until it gave one final spasmodic jerk and the last drop emptied from it. 

Sharon fell back on her haunches as Tod collapsed across Nancie's quivering 
body. He could still feel their young victim's cuntal secretions gushing 
forth around his deflated limp cock-flesh. It seemed endless, until she too 
suddenly gave one last jerk and relaxed to a limp stillness, her legs 
protruding lifelessly out on either side, her arms outstretched. Her flat 
white belly was filled to the bursting point with the mixture of their white 
hot cum. 

The burly older man lay still for a moment to recover his strength and then 
slowly pulled himself from the girl's still form, his cock sliding wetly 
from her battered cunt. All three lay still for several moments, the only 
sound in the room was the rasping sound of their hoarse breathing. Then 
Sharon got to her knees and slowly crawled forward to the exhausted body of 
Nancie. 

Bending forward, she began slowly and methodically licking the warm sex 
juices from the thighs and belly of her friend. Despite her fatigue, 
Nancie's body jerked and quivered in time to the strokes of the cleansing 
tongue, and she heaved a sigh of disappointment as Sharon at last pulled her 
streaming face away and moved over to Tod. 

Nancie watched in fascination as Sharon knelt over the prostrate body of her 
husband to fondle his limp useless cock. The brunette girl's face dropped 
forward and she began to lick and suck at the shrunken organ, her tongue 
starting at the base of his emptied balls and sliding slowly and 
tantalizingly to the very tip before her lips closed over the glans and slid 
down to the base. Miraculously, Tod's penis began to show signs of 
resurrection under the gentle caresses of his wife. It twitched and throbbed 
and the head began to swell as she twirled her tongue maddeningly around it. 

In a few minutes it was once again upright and massive, jutting erect like 
the mast of a boat. Seemingly satisfied with her work, Sharon swung her leg 
over Tod's prostrate form until she was straddling his body, the dripping 
opening of her thoroughly aroused cunt just over his renewed hardness. She 
had not brought herself to climax with her own fingers, and was saving that 
work for her husband. Slowly she lowered herself until the swollen cock-head 
was pressing tightly against the flanges of her cunt, forcing the soft lips 
apart as she pressed relentlessly downward. 

Nancie held her breath as she saw the whole lust-thickened length of that 
monster shaft slowly swallowed up into Sharon's body. She felt her own body 
slowly start to move across the space separating her from the couple locked 
obscenely together so near to her. She needed to be a part of this! Her body 
was completely aroused now, past anything she had ever previously known. The 
young bride sensed that nothing would satisfy her now but complete 
exhaustion, knowing that she had years to make up for. She needed her body 
used mercilessly until there was not even a quiver of desire left in her! 

* * * 

Nancie Ryan awoke late the next morning. Once again she was in her own bed. 
Tod and Sharon had driven her home, the three of them very quiet in the car, 
each lost in his own thoughts and reminiscences of the lewd hours they had 
just spent together. It had been dawn and the sun was hiding just behind the 
eastern hills, still yawning and stretching before deciding to get up for 
the day. There had been quick secret smiles shared between the three of them 
and then Tod and Sharon had driven off and Nancie had gone into the house. 
For some instinctive reason, none of them wanted to be caught out in the 
bright morning sunlight, as if it would too quickly melt the sensuous 
memories of the dream-like night they had all shared, and now Nancie was 
alone in her bed. 

Dick would be back from his business trip late that afternoon, but his young 
blonde wife was happy to be alone at the moment, unconscious of anything but 
the marvelous feeling of relaxation and well-being that seeped through her 
body. There was no organized thoughts in her mind yet, just sleepy, happy 
impressions and half-dreams. She stretched luxuriously, her body flushing 
pink from the effort, the full round softness of her breasts being pulled 
taut by the upward motion of her arms, her small almost virginally taut 
nipples pointing saucily up at the ceiling. Happily, then, she bounced out 
of bed, anxious to see the new day, but she winced in pain as soon as she 
tried to take the first step. 

The whole of the soft sensitive area between her legs felt raw and sore, as 
if someone had been rubbing it with sandpaper. Then the memories came 
flooding back anew. 

She remembered Sharon's beautiful body swaying over her, her loins pressed 
down hard into her face. She remembered how it had felt as Tod had licked 
and slavered his tongue obscenely deep between her wide-splayed legs. She 
remembered the unforgettable pleasure-pain of Tod's huge cock skewering into 
her hungry cunt time after time. She remembered the whole sensuous 
kaleidoscopic experience, and as the images flashed through her mind she 
felt a dull ache of desire beginning once again deep in her cum-filled 
belly. Nancie had to sit down quickly on the edge of the bed and press her 
legs tightly together to try to hold in the desires that were struggling 
inside her. And then, right on the heels of all the erotic memories of the 
night before, the night when she had done things that she couldn't have even 
imagined just a few days ago, a wave of guilt flooded over her. What HAD she 
done? she thought in panic. She had betrayed her own husband, been 
unfaithful to him, let others ravish her naked body. 

And worst of all, she had enjoyed it, and could hardly wait to do it again! 
How could she ever look Dick in the face again? She was really a whore! She 
had no shame! Surely he would be able to tell all the unspeakable things she 
had done just by looking at her. 

Frantic, Nancie began to assemble desperate lies in her head, lies with 
which she could mislead Dick when he looked her straight in the eye and 
asked her sternly what she had been doing while he was away. She was working 
herself into a frenzy of anticipatory guilt when she caught sight of herself 
in the bedroom mirror and found her gaze locked on the voluptuous white 
image. She had slept naked as usual and the perfection of her beautiful 
young body was presented to her in all its entirety. Her hands seemed to 
rise with a will of their own and slide up under the uptilted mounds of her 
breasts, cupping them and raising them a bit as if to let her see better. 

Nancie remembered the sensations that had flooded in through the tiny 
rock-hard nipples as she had been made love to. She let her hands roam down 
over the smooth firm flesh of her hips and her eyes fell automatically on 
the slender pink slit of her vagina revealed between her legs . . . She had 
been made love to! She had REALLY been made love to, she had been FUCKED! 

Somehow, that was all that mattered. And she knew that she would do it 
again, that she needed it. Some great dam of sexual reserve had burst inside 
her last night and somehow it had made her a different person, more 
complete. Before that, she had been locked up inside herself, the key held 
by Dick, but he had never used it, never helped her to escape her own 
physical frustrations. Well, she was out now, and she knew she would stay 
out. 

But what about Dick? He was her husband and she knew she loved him. Even 
though she knew she couldn't give up the new life of sensual fulfillment she 
had discovered last night, she knew that there was something wrong with it. 
She was cheating on her husband! 

He thought she was still his innocent, faithful wife, and she was going to 
sneak out and betray him. How long could she live with that terrible 
knowledge? And what if he found out? He would leave her, she knew he would! 

Just thinking about these various possibilities made her realize how much 
she loved Dick, how much they had in common. If only he would make love to 
her the way she needed to be made love to. She knew she would rather make 
love to Dick than anyone else in the world, and yet.. . the very novelty, 
the shared emotions and sensations between her and Tod and Sharon last 
night.. . if only Dick.. . . 

Of course, that was it! Dick had to join them! 

Excited images of the four of them twisting and writhing erotically together 
began to flash through the hopeful bride's mind. She began making plans for 
the exotic things they would do to one another and could feel her own 
passion mounting as the mental images flashed through her mind. Yes, she 
would suggest it to him when he got home tonight, and then her mental house 
of cards came tumbling down as the image of his stern puritan face appeared 
to her. 

Dick would be shocked, offended, betrayed. He would never have anything to 
do with such a depraved idea. Oh shit, if there were only some way to get 
him to try it. She knew he felt too paternalistic to listen to her. Too bad 
for that, that it couldn't just happen to him like it had to her. 

Then her eyes lit up. It was so very simple! Sharon would do it! Sharon had 
said last night just before they had brought her home that she had had her 
eye on Dick for a long time. Nancie had quickly changed the subject, a 
feeling of jealousy automatically taking possession of her. Despite what she 
had just done, she selfishly didn't want to share her mate with anyone. But 
now she saw that it must be done. However, the hesitation was still there. 

Even as she was reaching for the phone she found herself wondering how she 
would react when she saw Dick fucking another woman.. . . 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Dick Ryan was annoyed. He had just got back from a difficult business trip 
earlier in the day and his wife had dragged him out to this damned 
nightclub. And with people he disliked. Well, not so much disliked as felt 
uncomfortable with. He looked over to where Nancie was talking animatedly 
with Sharon Harris. Sharon wasn't so bad, although a little fast for his 
tastes, but he hated to see Nancie getting so involved with her. But then, 
Nancie did seem happier tonight than she had in a long time. There was no 
denying that Sharon was some looker, the young husband found himself 
thinking, but he immediately wiped that uncharacteristic thought from his 
mind. It was Tod Harris that he really minded. The man was just too loud. 
Not really insulting or anything, but just loud and vulgar. Dick could have 
taken his company in a business deal, but he wasn't the kind of man he cared 
to socialize with after business hours. He found himself wondering what a 
beautiful woman like Sharon found in him. Money? Somehow he doubted that was 
the only thing. He winced as Tod shouted for the waiter. 

"Hey, waiter, bring us another bottle of champagne, and make it good and 
cold. When I want a drink, I want a drink." Dick was a little embarrassed by 
the loud voice booming through the supper club but Harris seemed to be well 
known here and no one seemed to mind. Must be a big tipper, Dick thought to 
himself. 

"Hey, you two girls going to yak all night?" Tod asked, belching. "How's 
about some action? I wanna dance!" 

A small band had just started playing and there were several couples already 
out on the floor. Tod turned toward Nancie. "How about a little turn, huh?" 
He asked. Dick expected his wife to refuse, but to his surprise, Nancie 
accepted. 

"Guess that leaves you two," Tod said to Sharon and Dick. "Why let all that 
good music go to waste? Dance!" 

"I'd love to," Sharon smiled as she rose from her seat. "And I'm sure I 
won't have to worry about my toes like I have to with you dear," she said. 

Dick led her out onto the dance floor a little reluctantly. He was tired and 
he didn't like to be told what he should do by people like Tod Harris. The 
band was playing a quiet old favorite, and Sharon took him by surprise when 
she curled warmly into his arms, making certain he could feel the sharp full 
tips of her breasts pushing suggestively onto his chest. He had felt all 
evening that she had had her eyes on him, why he didn't know. He had tried 
to ignore it, but had somehow felt her gaze almost burning a hole through 
him, even when he wasn't looking at her. Yes, she was really built, and not 
too much older than he was. And right now, the way she was pushing her body 
into him he felt that he had better be careful. He tried to pull away a 
little, afraid that Nancie and Tod might be watching them. 

"Don't be afraid, Dick," Harris' wife whispered into his ear. "I won't bite 
you." 

Dick's face flushed in the dimness of the dance floor as he felt her push 
her loins forward harder, spreading her legs slightly so that the 
lust-inciting mound of her pussy rubbed hard against the top of his thigh. 
The soft silkiness of her dress seemed to hide nothing from his senses and 
he could feel the resilient flesh of her right thigh pressing tightly 
between his own legs as they moved slowly in time to the dance music. She 
had made contact with the if she weren't a teacher, we could get all the 
guys together and show her that you don't need real men if you've got enough 
of them. You said she got her nuts off. . . what does she want anyway?" 

Rob Tighe didn't wait to hear Dave's reply. He was walking back to his desk, 
his mind working busily over what he had heard. His memory was still very 
-clear of the other afternoon when the scrumptious Mrs. Davis had come 
strolling down the hallway, not five minutes after she had finished 
masturbating all over the windowsill while watching Lee and one of his 
girlfriends whacking out together on the ground below. Tighe had called to 
her, thinking he might have found another "swinger," someone with whom he 
could laugh about the students' flagrant sex-play and perhaps, later, even 
share a bed once in a while. 

It had been a rude and unpleasant surprise when she had cold shouldered him, 
ignoring his friendly advances and wrinkling her nose as though he had 
smelled. She had flounced out then, in a huff, when he had very subtly 
mentioned her enjoyment of the performance in the bushes. After his own 
experience with her, he could well imagine how she treated young innocent 
Dave. And recalling her response to the sight of Lee's body down in the 
shrubbery, Tighe had little doubt that she had seduced Dave and that it had 
not at all been the other way around. And then she had put the inexperienced 
kid down, like the castrating bitch she was. She was another one just like 
his own ex-wife. Tighe still smarted at some of the things his wife had said 
to him. Everything had been great while he had been talking to her, until he 
had tried to give her anything but a plain straight Presbyterian fuck . . . 
then suddenly she would call him a pervert, "a half-man who needed sick sex 
practices to get excited." What had really upset her, he knew, was her own 
goddamned guilt because she had inevitably gotten excited whenever he spoke 
about his new ideas. She had been trying to castrate him for years and, even 
though she was now gone, he still hadn't been able to shake loose his wish 
for revenge-against her and all the other selfish, nagging, castrating women 
like her in the world. And just thinking about what that cold-assed English 
teacher had done to poor young Dave Sommers made the Biology teacher's blood 
boil. 

It would be a pleasure to put the bitch in her place, he silently decided, 
and in the process, he might be able to give Dave a little perspective on 
sex. Just like Lee said, he chortled inwardly, "You don't need real men if 
you've got enough of them." Smiling to himself, he walked down one of the 
rows of work tables to where Lee and Dave were not finishing up their 
dissection. Pausing for a moment to check out their results, he nodded 
approvingly, then sat down on the edge of the table, his gaze fixed intently 
on them. 

"You know, you two shouldn't talk so loudly about your personal problems," 
he began with a mock serious look. Then, chuckling at their immediate 
expressions of apprehension, he added, softly, "How would you like to 
arrange a little party for Mrs. Davis, boys? I think we could show you what 
she's really like, Dave, and have a little fun in the bargain." 

Tighe saw the confused fear in Dave's worried young face, but Lee's lewd 
grin of quick comprehension convinced the Biology teacher that the boys 
would readily agree to whatever he had in mind. He and some of the male 
students of Carlton High School were going to have a helluva wild afternoon 
one of these days, if they were lucky, it just might loosen up that sexy 
iceberg of an English teacher so that they could all get some from her 
anytime they decided to. 

Already Rob Tighe's anger was fading away, replaced now with excited 
anticipation of working his crafty plot for vengeance. Feeling his torpid 
cock begin to lurch tellingly to life in his trousers he quickly jumped down 
from the table and walked up to the storage closet behind his desk, 
beckoning the two youngsters to follow him. There were still ten minutes of 
class left before the bell rang, more than enough time to plan the sweet 
revenge for the two masculine egos she had bruised. 

* * * 

Jessica couldn't help but feel a certain sense of welcome relief as the 
afternoon progressed. It had been two days now since her afternoon liaison 
with Dave Sommers in her apartment and she had just begun to relax her fear 
of repercussion from the inexcusable seduction of the young student. Not 
only was she almost certain that the handsome youngster had kept his solemn 
promise of silence about what had happened between them, but he was also 
carefully avoiding her eyes in class, hurrying rapidly out of the room as 
soon as lessons were over, so that there was no temptation to talk with him, 
or even think of what she had done. Yesterday, the day after the seduction, 
the very sight of the dark-haired youngster in her classroom had rattled her 
to the point that she had almost forgotten what she was supposed to be 
teaching the other students, but she had quickly realized that it was not 
sexual excitement she felt, but nervousness about any contact with the boy 
again. 

To Jessica, there was a world of difference between the violent, unnatural 
attraction she had felt toward the slender youth up to a few days ago and 
the mild but undeniable anxiety she was not experiencing. The realization 
that she might once again be gaining control over her body and emotions gave 
her the courage to continue teaching her classes in spite of the 
ever-present risk of the discovery of her wantonness with her sixteen 
year-old student. 

Still, even now, several days later, as she waited in an empty classroom for 
her free period to end and her last period class to begin, the recollection 
of the afternoon spent with the handsome teenager sent a little thrill of 
pleasure through her, making her pink lush nipples harden and tingle beneath 
her dress. Looking down at her lovely body as she sat at her desk, she felt 
surprise that it showed no marks of the lewd immorality that had taken 
control of it that afternoon. Staring at the bulge of her voluptuous 
breasts, at their taut fullness, she remembered how Dave's awkward but 
thrilling touch had made them inflate to erection and throb painfully, the 
fleshy nodules tightly straining as though they had wanted to break loose 
and fly off her body. 

Suddenly, she heard the bell ring, signaling the change of afternoon 
classes. As she heard the students begin to mill in the corridor outside her 
room, Jessica clenched her eyes tightly shut and bit hard on her full lower 
lip in an effort to block the exciting thoughts that were suddenly flooding 
through her brain. Once again, it was difficult to control her mounting 
excitement and the beautiful teacher knew she had never felt so alone, so 
helpless, in her life. 

She was caught in a terrible maze of guilt, with nowhere to turn, no one to 
turn to for help in dealing with the savage instincts the sweet, 
good-looking teenager had aroused in her body. She felt tears of self-pity 
welling to her blue eyes, but bravely blinked them back, knowing that 
somehow she would have to pull herself together, to somehow survive another 
day of teaching by ignoring Dave and her own uncontrollable urges. Looking 
back on the afternoon two days ago, Jessica almost felt as though another 
person, a stranger, someone viciously evil arid immoral, had been in control 
of her body, making her do and feel things that were absolutely foreign to 
her nature. She wondered what warped part of her own personality could have 
caused her to lead that sweet young boy into such a situation . . . and 
worse, to encourage him to continue as he had gradually abandoned his 
priceless innocence to satisfy the depraved desires of her wantonness. 

"Mrs. Davis, may I speak with you, please?" 

Jessica's head shot up from the grade-book into which she had been staring 
and her heart sank as she saw Dave standing nervously beside her desk. As 
she lifted her gaze she was surprised to see that the classroom had almost 
filled with students while she had been lost in her thoughts. At least there 
would not be much time for the boy to speak with her before the period 
began, she thought to herself with relief. In her present state of mind, she 
did not know what might eventually happen if she was in his presence for any 
length of time. 

"What is it, Dave?" she inquired in what she hoped was a friendly but cool 
and objective tone of voice. Already her heart was pounding in her suddenly 
heaving chest and exciting pictures of his hands on her body, touching her 
most sensitive places, the sight of his fiery young cock before it plunged 
into the depths of her being and other lust-inciting images were flashing 
through her mind like frames from an old movie. 

"I have to see you this afternoon," the boy said with a sudden rush of 
breath, lowering his eyes and then staring imploringly at her. "Please, it's 
important." 

"Oh, God, no. I can't, I just can't," Jessica moaned before she realized 
what she was saying. To her horror she saw a group of students stop to gaze 
inquiringly at her as they passed through the doorway of the classroom on 
their way to their desks. In an instant, she realized with horror how she 
must have sounded and painfully forced herself to smile for their benefit. 

"Excuse me, Dave," she said with studied calmness, her voice strained but 
steady. "Why do you want to see me? Is it about grammar again? What seems to 
be the problem?" 

"Uh, yes.. . I mean, no . . . there's no problem." Panic suddenly sparked in 
the youngster's dark eyes and his gaze darted frantically around the room as 
though he were looking for some kind of support. "I have to . . . I have to 
see you this afternoon!" he mumbled urgently and then fled to his desk in 
the back of the classroom. At that moment the bell rang and Jessica had no 
choice but to begin the class as usual, on schedule. 

As she taught the lesson, Jessica realized that she should have imagined 
that the anxious boy might want to talk with her again, that he might not 
really believe that their brief degrading affair was ended. It was 
understandable, and she knew that she owed the sixteen year old boy at least 
that much after she had, after all, so brazenly seduced him in her little 
apartment. Somehow, she would have to make him understand it was very 

J unhealthy for the both of them to indulge their senses in a way that was 
condemned so finally and thoroughly by the society in which they lived. 

He was an intelligent boy, she knew, and she had no doubt that he would 
eventually comprehend the real danger that would be involved in any future 
meeting. In a way, Jessica found some relief 

I in the idea that she and the youngster would finally have a chance to talk 
over what had happened between them. It would give them both 

I a chance to gain a clear perspective on the experience between them, to 
look at it more rationally, without emotion. At least he would know that she 
did not really hate him and she would be able once again to firmly stress 
the importance of his continued silence about their afternoon interlude. 
Yes, she had started this mess and she would end it, once and for all this 
very afternoon. 

With a composed friendly smile on her face, she went calmly about the 
mechanical job of teaching I her last period class. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

. . . And that's the way it has to be, Dave, I hope you understand," Jessica 
said, concluding her lengthy explanation of why she and the good-looking, 
smooth-skinned youngster could not continue the relationship that they had 
begun two days ago. Looking at her watch as she sat in the student desk 
beside Dave in the back of the classroom, Jessica was surprised to realize 
that a half hour had gone by since school had ended and yet she still wasn't 
certain at all that the youth had completely accepted what she had said. In 
some indefinable way, Dave seemed to have radically changed in those two 
days, changed into a kind of stranger. 

Though he listened politely to every word she said, the voluptuous 
thirty-five year old teacher had the feeling that he wasn't really absorbing 
her arguments or that perhaps he had other things on his mind. It was almost 
as though he already knew exactly what she had planned to say and, even so, 
was not really interested. Had he found another girlfriend? Jessica wondered 
inwardly, surprised at the pang of sudden melancholy and jealousy that 
accompanied the thought. 

In the next instant, Jessica felt a little thrill of gratification as a look 
of clear disappointment began to show in Dave's doleful expression, as if he 
were just beginning to comprehend the full meaning of her statement. The 
disappointed look in his eyes made Jessica instantly contrite, sorry that 
she had ever treated the sweet desirable youngster harshly in order to 
contain her own shameless lust for him. She remembered how innocent and 
thoughtful he had been that momentous afternoon in her apartment and she 
wondered how she could have ben so cruel to the obviously-sensitive lad. It 
had not been his fault but hers. 

"All right, Mrs. Davis, if that's what you want," he finally said, obvious 
resignation showing on his face. He paused a moment then added, "But, 
please, if it's okay with you, could I just touch your body again only a 
little." His voice dropped to a whisper and he gazed beseechingly into her 
eyes. "It's so beautiful and I want to remember . . . No one could see us 
back here . . . " 

Jessica knew that no one could see them from the corridor outside the 
classroom and she ha'd not the heart to deny him the simple request. In the 
stillness of the apparently deserted school building, the beautiful blonde 
nodded mutely, gathering up all her strength to resist the temptation she 
knew that she was about to feel. 

Dave's eyes sparkled with a strange new light as he leaned forward in his 
desk chair to study more carefully the perfect contours of her ripe female 
body. His eyes moved slowly over her generously rounded figure, drinking in 
all the exciting beauty of the mature woman's temptingly round and plush 
curves. Then, with a barely audible sigh, he moved to the edge of his seat, 
reaching out with the very tips of his fingers to stroke the smooth satiny 
softness of her skin. 

Jessica felt a warm flush of sympathy for the boy as his fingers slipped 
worshipfully down over her throat and she relaxed back against her chair, 
knowing that she had done the right thing by allowing him this farewell 
visit with her tantalizing body. She closed her eyes and smiled softly, 
almost sympathetically, at the soothing gentleness of his touch as his hands 
moved downward over her dress, pausing only momentarily to trace over the 
jutting globes of her breasts before traveling onto the firm flatness of her 
belly. 

The lovely blonde clenched her eyes more tightly shut as the relaxing 
sensation gradually changed to a warm tingling deep between her legs when 
his fingernails scraped lightly over the bared flesh of her thighs beneath 
her skirt and, higher over her panties and the sensitive flesh at the soft, 
furred mound of her pubic area. But she vowed to hold her emotions in 
control, for his sake as well as hers. As his uncalloused palms rubbed 
softly over the tender flesh of her inner thighs, Jessica felt the sensation 
grow to an insistently throbbing itch deep in her belly and she had to 
struggle within herself to keep from crying out from the sheer pleasure of 
his adolescent touch. 

"Please, Mrs. Davis," his soft voice chimed in, interrupting her thoughts. 
"Could you let me see the . . . the other place just for a minute? You're 
the only woman I've ever messed around with in my whole life and it's so . . 
. so beautiful. I promise I'll never bother you again." 

This is all your own fault, she told herself, how can you say no? Not 
opening her eyes, she slowly nodded her assent to him and then clenched her 
teeth tightly together as she felt his strong young hands slipping up 
beneath her dress to pull relentlessly at the flimsy silk panties that clung 
tenaciously to her creamy flaring hips. 

The fabric gave way inch by inch and Jessica reluctantly lifted her buttocks 
from the seat of the desk to free the back of the panties. At last, the 
sheer satin garment was pulled free of her hips and down over her legs and 
she resignedly leaned back on the rear of the desk to wait until the boy 
snaked them over her ankles and tossed them to one side in a heap on the 
floor. Her hands clenched nervously at her sides as she fought to control 
the desire that was already raging in her loins, then suddenly she felt the 
warmth of his hands slipping down between the trembling naked flesh of her 
soft smooth thighs. Just one more minute, another minute and it will be all 
over, she anxiously reminded herself as she fought to suppress the 
excitement that was mounting within her like a volcano ready to explode. 

She felt his hands move down deeper between her slightly parted legs, 
forcing them further apart, and she did not resist, knowing that this was 
the last of her ordeal. To her relief, his fingers suddenly lifted from her 
flesh and she realized with a start that he had wanted only to feel the most 
secret part of her female body, the warm throbbing hidden pink flesh that 
had clamped so tightly around his youthful hardness so recently, that 
fateful afternoon, until they had both exploded in soul-shattering orgasm. 
Jessica waited a moment before daring to open her azure eyes to look at him 
again. 

She knew that her barely-controlled female desire would show in her 
expression as soon as she faced him again and she did not want to tempt 
either of them further. It was the most difficult thing she had ever done to 
refuse this youngster's beautiful boyish body, but she had promised herself 
to do it and she would keep her vow, no matter how hard it might be on 
hereon both of them. 

Dave's hot young tongue nervously circled his lips as he stared hungrily at 
the thrilling feast of female flesh presented so teasingly before his eager 
eyes, and he felt his temple pulsing madly with the force of his passionate 
need for her. His mind was suddenly filled with memories from the other day 
with her as he stared at the warm exciting softness of her billowing breasts 
under her dress, a softness that seemed to beg to be revealed. He ached to 
take the milky white twin mounds out and into his yearning hands again, to 
pinch the hard, bud-like nipples that were like red rubies before his 
impassioned mind's eye. 

His nostrils were full of the female scent of her, causing the now-familiar 
cravings to spread throughout his body until his virile young cock jerked 
and ached with increasing hardness in his trousers. Suddenly, everything 
disappeared from his thoughts except the agonizing demands of his maleness 
and the erotic feelings pulsing in his loins, driving him boldly toward the 
irresistible temptation of Jessica's lush womanly body. With a tiny moan of 
surrender, he suddenly reached down to dig his hands under her bared 
buttocks, his knuckles pressed harshly against the wooden seat as he cupped 
and massaged the soft pliant flesh that was driving him mad with desire. 

Jessica's body quivered and her eyes flew open in shocked surprise, but she 
no longer had the strength to resist the sensual desires that were coursing 
through both their impassioned bodies. The silence of the classroom was 
almost dramatic, like that in a mausoleum, and accentuated all the more by 
the rising and falling sounds of their heavy labored breathing. It was as 
though the room were a vacuum and the beautiful teacher and her lusty young 
student were alone in a world of their very own, sealed off from the harsh 
reality of the school outside the door to the classroom. 

"I.. . I don't think we should be doing this, Dave," she murmured weakly as 
his head dipped down to drink at the fleecy white flesh of her slender 
throat, his tongue flicking out to tease and lick at her tender skin. At 
that moment, nothing seemed very important compared to the fiery need that 
was blazing deep in her now writhing belly and her head fell limply back, 
lolling to one side on her shoulder, as she felt his fingers dancing over 
the tingling flesh of her upper thighs. Her breathing deepened as his hand 
brazenly slid between her open legs to tease at the swelling lips of her 
moist vagina and she involuntarily reached out to struggle momentarily with 
the zipper of his pants, frantically searching for his young, aroused cock. 

"Oh, Dave, that's so blissfully good," Jessica crooned softly as she felt 
his finger sliding into the hot wet opening of her pussy, dipping inside the 
warm smooth tunnel until she wriggled her hips down to get more of the 
beautiful invading sensation. Probing in his underwear, her hand finally 
found his naked erect penis and she gasped in surprised delight as she 
realized that it was hard and ready to satisfy the need in her hungry loins. 
She gripped the fleshy length tightly as a deep pulsating flood of warmth 
began to spread like molten joy through her loins and into the area around 
her clitoris. 

"We have to leave, Dave, let's go back to my apartment," she breathed 
thickly, her mind dazed by the obscene pleasure that was now coursing 
through every inch of her luscious body. "Someone might come in and see us." 

"Heavens no, Mrs. Davis. Don't leave because of me," a breathily husky voice 
rumbled from the front of the classroom. "I came to join the party-not break 
it up!" 

* * * 

Jessica's big blue eyes flew open wider and she stiffened in horrified 
disbelief as she recognized Rob Tighe's grinning face protruding through her 
classroom doorway. A spasm of horror and fear shot through the beautiful 
teacher's curvaceous body as she realized that he must have been watching 
her with Dave-for how long?-but she resolved to somehow try to bluff her way 
out of the awkward, embarrassing situation. In one movement, she jumped to 
her feet and quickly pulled her skirt down from around her hips with a deft 
flick of her wrists. 

"I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Tighe, and I'll thank you to 
knock before you open a closed classroom floor," she snapped angrily. "I 
was.. . I was trying to handle a rather delicate conference with this boy!' 

"Like the one you had in your apartment the other day?" the Biology teacher 
drawled wryly, stepping all the way into the classroom. 

Then, in a split second, she glanced over at Dave's expression of blushing 
shame and suddenly realized his treachery. Her heart sank as she realized 
that all her worst fears had become realities in the space of a moment. Too 
shocked by the Biology teacher's reference to her seduction of Dave to say 
anything, she collapsed limply back into the chair where she had been 
sitting and stared miserably at the silken panties that lay on the floor, 
silently proclaiming her guilt. 

"What. . . what did he tell you?" she asked nervously, blushing a little as 
she wondered how much the man knew of what had happened when she and Dave 
had been together in her small apartment. 

"I don't believe that's important right now," Tighe answered, coolly 
brushing aside her question with a grim, ugly smile. "The fact is-I do know. 
Now what are you going to do about this, Mrs. Davis, or rather, what are we 
going to do about keeping this information from the ears of the school 
administration?" 

"I don't know what you mean," Jessica said as evenly as she could under the 
circumstances. To give herself time, she smoothed her shiny blonde hair with 
both hands in an attempt to straighten up her disheveled appearance. 

"Well, I'm sure you understand exactly what I mean," he said with another 
wicked half smile, his eyes dropping lower to devour the ripeness of her 
breasts and the convexity of her abundant hips under the wrinkled dress she 
was wearing. "In fact, I'm certain that you would be happy to do anything 
that Dave and I might ask you to do to keep the school from knowing about 
your little escapade with your own special stud of a student." 

Rob Tighe casually lowered himself into the chair behind Jessica's desk, 
ignoring the fact that the lovely teacher had not asked him to be seated. 
When he had decided to blackmail her, he had not been certain of what he 
would say to the beautiful English teacher, but now he could see that 
everything was going smoothly, as though it had all been carefully planned 
in great detail. He let his eyes wander freely over the well-rounded body of 
the woman seated in the chair at the back of the room. She was even better 
looking than he remembered and that made his whole plan even more enjoyable, 
he thought satanically. In fact, he was tempted to take a little piece of 
the action for himself, now, as well as supervising the handing around of 
Jessica's lush body to Dave's friends. 

Tighe could already see the contempt she held for him, in her eyes and in 
the set of her mouth, and nothing could please him more now than watching it 
slowly give way to glassy-eyed helpless desire as he plunged his cock deep 
into that little white belly of hers. And, he thought, if he could make her 
beg openly for it, then so much better for poor Dave. Yes, considering the 
shame and disappointment Dave had experienced after losing his virginity to 
the frigid bitch, Tighe could think of nothing more appropriate than letting 
the boy ram his prick into this beautiful woman in full view of all his more 
experienced friends. That would be truly sweet revenge. 

"I'm waiting for the details, Mr. Tighe," Jessica said dryly, mustering her 
courage for whatever her sadistic colleague might say. She held onto an 
outward calm now by sheer force of will, but deep inside her stomach was 
churning like a whirlpool. She just couldn't believe that her mistake had 
caught up with her so quickly and yet, it was obvious that it surely had. 
She trembled in an agony of anxiety at the idea of public discovery of what 
she had done. There was no way out. She knew she would have to go alone with 
this disgusting man. She now remembered his suggestive comments on the day 
that she had watched Lee and Angel making love outside the classroom window 
and she was sorry that she had been so cold to him. There was no question 
but that she was going to have to pay for her curt remarks to him. 

"Do you agree to do whatever I say?" Tighe asked sternly, knowing that he 
had already won the battle and that his question was almost academic. 

Though her mind was racing as she searched desperately for a way to wiggle 
out from under the man's blackmail, she knew it was hopeless. At last, she 
swallowed hard and nodded. 

"I-I guess I don't have very much choice, do I, Mr. Tighe?" she said in a 
tiny stilted voice. "You don't offer me much alternative." 

"It's very simple, Mrs. Davis," he grinned vindictively. "You see, you hurt 
Dave's feelings the other day, telling him he wasn't man enough to satisfy a 
sophisticated woman like you-" 

"Oh, that was a lie," Jessica cried out miserably, looking to the boy beside 
her in a desperate plea for compassion. To her horror, his expression was 
cold and uncaring, and there was even a faint smile on his lips. 

"That wasn't what you said," Dave said bitterly. "I wanted to kill myself, I 
felt so bad . . . until I talked to Lee and Mr. Tighe. They told me the 
truth about you." 

"W-what truth?" she stammered in confusion, dreading what he might say. 

"That you're a hard selfish woman . . . and yet you don't know what you 
want," Tighe barked loudly. "And that you used him and then hurt him for 
your own personal reason . . . And that you need to learn a lesson!" 

"I don't have to listen to this!" Jessica cried suddenly, reflectively 
shocked at their vengeful attitudes. She had prepared herself to be 
physically used, but not humiliated like this. It was ridiculous. 

Sitting up straight in her chair, she coolly announced, "If one of you is 
going to force me to make love with you, let's get it over with. You see, I 
do understand what you want." 

"Do you, Mrs. Davis?" Tighe asked with an oddly amused smile. "Well, then, 
take your clothes off for us." His eyes glittered lewdly as he stared at her 
with sadistic delight. 

Jessica momentarily considered running up and punching the cocky middle-aged 
teacher with all her strength, but she soon realized that it would probably 
only worsen the position she was already in. She could feel his hot gaze 
feating obscenely on the smooth white symmetry of her legs, trying to burn 
through her clothing to the secret parts of her body that, despite her 
indescretion two days ago, really belonged to her dead first love-and no one 
else. It just didn't seem fair that after all these years of loyalty and 
frustration, one afternoon of exquisite abandonment and pleasure should 
become her downfall, and the end of her career and her honor. 

Tears streamed in tiny rivulets down her beautiful face as the helplessness 
of her position pushed everything else brutally aside in her confused mind. 
But there was no escape-she had gotten herself into this and now she would 
have to submit to any lewd outrage Tighe might dream up to get herself out 
of it. 

Once again, she nodded humbly and rose from her chair to carry out his 
degrading command. She closed her eyes tightly shut to avoid the triumphant 
smiles on both Tighe's and Dave's faces as she reached high up behind her 
back to unzip her dress, reluctantly peeling the clinging knit garment down 
over her rounded hips. Next came her lacy bra and Jessica could not help but 
hear the sound of an obscene sigh of admiration from Rob Tighe's lips as the 
large rounded spheres of her breasts burst free of their confinement. She 
bitterly dropped the last garment covering her nakedness onto the small pile 
on the floor formed by her dress and panties and turned to face the front of 
the room once again. She was now completely naked except for the platform 
shoes that she had worn to school that day. 

"Don't you think you should close the door, Mr.' Tighe?" she asked in a 
shaky attempt at sarcasm. "Suppose someone else just happens to drop in, 
like you did?" 

At that moment, the stillness of the classroom was broken by a loud blasting 
guffaw. More muffled laughter followed the first outburst of sound and, in a 
sudden panic, Jessica dived down to retrieve her clothes. 

"Not so fast, Mrs. Davis," Rob Tighe crowed with authority. "That party's 
just about to begin, that's all. Tell me now, have you ever taken on more 
than one man at a time?" 

Jessica's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't believe what she was hearing! 
This vile man expected her to submit not only to him but to other people as 
well! Her fear of discovery slipped from her mind and she turned to him with 
hatred flashing brightly in her eyes. 

"Are you crazy? I won't do it! It's sick, do you hear? You need a whore and 
I'm not a whore, Mr. Tighe!" Tears streamed from her eyes again as she spat 
out her contempt for him, her naked body quivering from head to foot in 
shame and frustration. 

"We have a bargain, Mrs. Davis, remember that. Or have you forgotten 
already?" he chortled softly, knowing it was just a matter of time before 
she submitted to his demands. He was enjoying the game he was playing with 
her, enjoying it immensely. It was so much more exciting than if she had 
given in immediately and of her own free will. He had never had a woman in a 
position like this before but he could tell already that this woman's very 
pride would be her downfall. And he wanted to relish every bit of her 
humiliation and embarrassment that he possibly could. 

"Perhaps you would like me to just leave now and later we can do it twice 
instead of just this time, to pay Dave back for the inconvenience of wasting 
all this time today? Would you rather we did it that way?" he asked smoothly 
with a cruel, self-confident sneer, then nodded conspiratorially at the boy 
who sat in the back of the classroom, his dark eyes sparkling with 
excitement. Taking the cue, Dave rose from his desk and started walking 
toward the front of the classroom. 

"No, please, don't go!" she blurted in horror at the idea of having to give 
herself up on another day to this man as well. "But, you said that I only 
had to do what you wanted. I just had to please you and Dave!" 

"What pleases us is for you to do exactly as we say, Mrs. Davis. Don't 
worry, I'll be right here to watch and see that you make everyone happy," 
Tighe jeered. 

"How . . . how many are there going to be . . . ? " Fear and revulsion began 
growing in her unbelieving mind. 

"No more than you can take, Mrs. Davis," Tighe answered with a small 
snigger, cruelly adding, "You can't wear it out, you know." 

Jessica stood mutely in the rear of the room, unable to speak for the shame 
and humiliation from the helpless position she was in. She wanted to grab 
her clothes off the floor to cover herself, but she knew it would only 
antagonize him and make her blackmailer even angrier with her. She closed 
her eyes but she could still feel his gaze burning into the naked flesh of 
her exposed genitals. Instinctively she clamped her legs tightly together, 
attempting to hide her secret pubic area from his eyes. 

"Did you know that, Mrs. Davis?" the man taunted her again. When she didn't 
answer, he chuckled and turned to the door leading out to the corridor. 

"All right boys, come on in now," he announced. "The lady is ready and 
waiting." 

"No, wait, please," Jessica pleaded. "You can't do this to me. Can't we 
talk--? " 

Jessica's words caught in the constricted dryness of her throat and she was 
unable to stifle a gasp of dismay as she turned around and opened her eyes 
wide to see the doorway to the classroom completely jammed by a group of 
lewdly-grinning adolescent boys. They were mostly boys in the tenth grade, 
many of them from her last period English class, and a few more she had 
never even seen before. 

"Do you think they can satisfy you, Mrs. Davis?" Dave taunted from beside 
her. "I certainly hope so!" 

The first twinges of real dread began to take a grip on Jessica's befuddled 
mind. She looked over at the leering boys . . . four, five, six of them that 
she could see. Were there more waiting outside the door? No, this was 
impossible, she reasoned, even though the very thought of their young male 
bodies sent a little involuntary quiver of excitement through the blonde's 
naked body. Her simple dread of a moment before began to give way to a 
rising torrent of panic and approached the threshold of sheer horror. These 
two fiendish males couldn't have planned . . . they couldn't mean to let 
those boys.. . Oh, God! If one student had gotten her into the hideous 
trouble she was in right this very minute then how much more unbearable a 
situation would she be in with even more of these sex-starved young brutes? 

"Holy crap, Mr. Tighe! You don't mean we're going to fuck Mrs. Davis!" a 
slender light haired boy said with an uncertain laugh, obviously thinking 
that the teachers were playing some sort of trick on him and his friends. 
"Wow, you can bet anything I'll be doing my homework every night, from now 
on, anyway!" 

"That's the whole point, guys," Tighe announced pushing his way to the fore 
of the group in the doorway. "She is the broad that fucked over Dave! Now 
you know why I told you to keep your mouths shut about this." 

"Wow, yeah!" a shorter, dark haired boy chimed in, his eyes wide with 
disbelief. "Geez, if the principal ever heard about this, he'd pop his cork, 
but I'll fuck her any day! How'd you do it, Dave?" 

Jessica blushed at the boy's disparaging reference to her. They were 
treating her as though she were a common whore that Tighe had hired to 
entertain them and in a way, they were absolutely right. She was a whore for 
the Biology teacher. . . and as many students as he could find for the rest 
of the afternoon. The thought only compounded Jessica's humiliation and she 
fought valiantly to hold back the hot tears of embarrassment and shame that 
threatened to overflow from her eyes. 

"The hell with the principal. He don't know anything anyhow," a huge, 
hulking youth said huskily from the back of the group in the doorway. "Let's 
get to it, you guys!" 

Though the other youngsters all looked at least vaguely familiar to Jessica, 
this one was altogether unknown to her and appeared to be older than most of 
the students in the high school. 

The Biology teacher saw her glance of curiosity and smiled smugly. "That's 
Big Ben, Mrs. Davis. He hasn't quite managed to graduate from Carlton. It's 
been several years now so he's here for a few courses each day. Lee and Stan 
thought you might particularly appreciate his impressive physical 
endowments," he explained, viciously adding, "It was a real man you wanted, 
wasn't it? Isn't that what you told Dave when he fucked you the other 
afternoon?" 

"You're insane, absolutely crazy," the beautiful teacher whimpered brokenly 
as she slid back down into her chair. She looked up and saw the boys all 
staring hungrily at her naked, plush body, young lust gleaming dully in 
their eyes. It was all too much for her to understand-the Biology teacher's 
conversational tone as he casually proposed to debase her in front of her 
students, the insensitive, uncaring nonchalance of the youngsters with him, 
and worst, the admiring look that shone in Dave's eyes as he listened to the 
older man's cruel blackmail. The gorgeous blonde woman could do nothing but 
gaze unhappily around herself, wildly but futilely trying to cover her 
full-swelling curves with her hands as she attempted to grasp the real 
meaning of what was happening to her. 

"Lee, close the door and put the 'conference' sign outside, just in case the 
janitor comes early," Tighe instructed the brawny youngster. Then, casting a 
snicker at Jessica's cringing naked form, he went on, "Why don't you studs 
take your clothes off too, while I get the lady warmed up a little?" 

Jessica felt as though she were existing in a dream-actually a nightmare-as 
she watched the Biology teacher take a folded plain blanket from one of the 
youngsters then walk casually to the back of the room to spread it out 
evenly on the floor. In her heart, she knew it would do no good to run now . 
. . she was naked . . . and besides, as the youngsters began to hurriedly 
undress in the dim afternoon light of the classroom, she began to lose 
whatever certainty she had had that she wanted to escape the fate that Rob 
Tighe had so connivingly planned for her. She could not seem to tear her big 
round eyes away from the tantalizing sight of the smooth gleaming youthful 
flesh that appeared everywhere before her as the teenage boys discarded 
their clothing. 

Her blue-eyed gaze lingered on the stiff boyish cocks-all sizes and 
colors-that were revealed one after another and she dazedly wondered if they 
would feel as good as Dave's hard shaft of flesh had felt inside her 
stomach. Somewhere deep in her mind, she guessed that they might feel even 
better. There were so many of them poised like long slender javelins and 
thick poles wherever she looked. Ashamed of her own damning weakness, she 
forced herself to look down as Rob Tighe took her hand with sarcastic 
gentleness and helped her out of the chair and over to the blanket on the 
classroom floor. As he pressed her firmly down to a sitting position on the 
soft woolly fabric, she became suddenly aware of her heart leaping crazily 
in her beautiful chest. This must be some sort of a weird joke, she 
attempted to reassure herself. The Biology teacher simply wanted to punish 
her for hurting Dave, only that. He and all these teenage boys would 
probably torture her with uncertainty for a few moments longer, then leave. 
Surely he wouldn't actually . . . they wouldn't . . . No, it was simply 
impossible! 

"Have you ever eaten pussy, Dave?" Tighe asked with a rasp. 

Jessica's head shot up like a lovely Jack-in-the-box and she stared around 
her in horror as she heard the teacher's question. Most of the youngsters 
had already moved to the back of the classroom to surround the blanket where 
she sat and from their midst, the ravishing naked woman heard Dave's soft 
shy voice. 

"No, I guess not," the dark-haired youngster hesitantly admitted. Then, 
brightening, he added, "But I wanted to try it today. And maybe even get my 
cock sucked a little too, if I could." 

"You can try, son," Tighe said with a laugh. "But first, we'll see if Lee 
really knows what he's talking about when he gives you all this advice. You 
think you can warm up this ice cube, Lee?" 

"I can sure try," the brawny brunette boy grinned cockily as he moved up to 
the blanket. "And, if I don't, she'll be the first one I've failed to get 
hotter'n hell. Just ask any girl in school." 

"Wow, I've never done it either," another naked youth chimed in excitedly as 
the whole group tightened their circle around the blanket to get a better 
view of the exhibition of Lee's sexual prowess. "This is really going to be 
wild. Who ever thought we'd see old Lee scarfing up Mrs. Davis' pussy!" 

"Shit, I never thought teachers had pussies until Dave came along," a high 
voice added, provoking the group's irreverent laughter. 

Despite the raucous gaiety around her, Jessica was lost in a state of 
shocked numbness as she watched Lee crouch down before her, a self-assured 
smile spreading over his young features. She could barely believe the 
obscene things the boys had been saying. Had sweet, innocent Dave actually 
uttered the gross foulness she had just heard? It seemed impossible that the 
frightened boy she had seduced just two days ago could even be thinking of 
such filth. It was too humiliating to bear and her muscles momentarily 
tensed in preparation for escape before she realized that she was completely 
surrounded by the naked bodies of the watching boys. In desperation, she 
wondered if it would do any good to attempt to reason with the Biology 
teacher, then quickly decided that it would only make her situation all the 
worse. He seemed strangely intent on publicly debasing her and she could 
well imagine his sadistic delight if she stooped to beg. No, arguing would 
only prolong the situation and she wanted this ordeal to end as soon as 
possible. 

"Wow, can you imagine her sucking my prick after what she said to me the 
other day?" she heard Dave enthuse to the Biology teacher beside him. "I was 
playing with myself all last night, just thinking about stuff like that. Who 
knows, she might even like it, if we get her turned on enough!" 

As she sat helplessly in the midst of the students' flurry of vile 
speculations, Jessica wanted to protest, but couldn't find her breath. A 
despairing sense of defenselessness had filled her, paralyzing her brain 
until she wondered if she had ever been any place but trapped in this 
classroom, naked and surrounded by leering boys. 

In a last effort to avoid the inevitable, she gazed tearfully into the 
grinning face of the brown-haired youth crouching at her feet, but Lee was 
already pre-occupied with pulling her legs apart on the blanket, arranging 
her long, columnar limbs so that all could see the soft, hair-framed lips of 
her vulnerable pussy; he was too busy to pay any attention to her silent 
plea for mercy. With an anguished groan of despair, the beautiful blonde 
haired woman fell limply back on the woolen blanket. 

There was nothing she could do now to save herself, no way to escape and she 
knew it. Jessica was physically outnumbered by the gang of leering naked 
boys and their cruel mentor, Rob Tighe, and she was emotionally trapped by 
her own guilt for having first seduced sixteen year-old Dave. The voluptuous 
middle-aged teacher lay in abject submission, without the strength to 
struggle any more, as she felt Lee's fingers begin to move teasingly over 
the rounded smoothness of her thighs, and then up to the heaving ivory 
mounds of her breasts, twisting and kneading the passive flesh as the others 
watched in envious fascination. 

"Come on, Lee, that's enough playing around," Tighe impatiently said. "You 
said you were going to show these other guys a thing or two. Let's see how 
you heat up Mrs. Davis' tight pussy." 

Jessica could not suppress a shiver of dread as the muscular, dark-haired 
youngster immediately began to follow the Biology teacher's directions, 
grasping her silken wide-splayed thighs to pull her closer to him on the 
blanket. She moaned softly in a half-daze of terror and humiliation as her 
full, curvaceous body slid unresistingly toward her young tormentor, her 
long shapely legs collapsing outward at obscene angles on either side of his 
sinewy naked body as soon as he released her ankles. Above her on all sides, 
she could see the others peering hungrily down at her own white nakedness, 
their bright eyes devouring the vision of her warm, soft flesh curving out 
at her hips and shoulders from her narrow girlish waist, her breasts 
pointing proudly up, gleaming in the waning sunlight like two delicious 
mountains of lush ivory flesh. 

For a moment, she succumbed to the urge to look back at them in defiance but 
it was pointless now and she knew it. These boys were all puppets under Rob 
Tighe's satanic influence, really too young and inexperienced to understand 
the terrible crime they were committing on her defenseless body. If only she 
had never succumbed to her desire for Dave's lithe virginal young body in 
the first place, she thought wearily, if only she could have managed to put 
aside her silly pride and had accepted sexual propositions from men who were 
nearer her own age, when she still had her dignity. 

Even though the soft, sagging middle-aged men might have disgusted her at 
first, anything would have been preferable to the shame and debasement she 
was experiencing now, without any means of escape. 

Jessica shuddered and clenched shut her eyes against the sensation of Lee's 
young hand dancing with surprising lightness over the sensitive satiny flesh 
of her exposed inner thighs. A slight uncontrollable tremor of excitement 
rippled through her exposed body at the boy's gentle touch, but she angrily 
vowed that, this time, she would not allow herself to surrender to whatever 
erotic sensations, no matter how intense, that the boys might produce in her 
defenseless naked body. 

Waiting in wordless fear on the classroom floor, Jessica could hear the 
excited whisperings of the adolescents who surrounded her and she dully 
wondered how long it would be before they were finished with her. Hunched in 
readiness between Jessica's snowy, wide-spread thighs, Lee Harris' gaze 
lingered over the plush inviting beauty of the beautiful teacher, her female 
body lying limply before him in defenseless offering. His handsome face 
glowed with pride that Mr. Tighe had chosen him from all the others to 
demonstrate one of the finer points of sex, and he self-importantly motioned 
the others closer to the blanket, that makeshift altar of sex, so that they 
could watch his every movement. 

Not many of his buddies had ever done, much less seen, anything like this 
before, and he wanted to do everything exactly right, just as he had seen 
his older brother do it to a pretty girl he had picked up at a discothque. 
Lee's balls were already tingling with almost uncontrollable desire, but he 
knew that they would all get to fuck the beautiful woman before the 
afternoon was over. The first thing he wanted to do was to make her beg for 
it, just to show Dave and the others that he really did know what he was 
doing when it came to licking and sucking a woman's cunt. Smiling 
confidently up at the gaping-eyed boys crowding ever closer to the fuzzy 
blanket, the teenager firmly placed his smooth young palms flat against the 
insides of Jessica's wide-splayed thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft 
fleshy folds of her cringing cunt. 

The frightened teacher stared anxiously up at the youth crouched menacingly 
on all fours between her widespread thighs, hovering there, staring at her 
fear-strained face between her proud upstanding breasts like a beast of prey 
about to pounce on its helpless, captured victim. The pink moist flesh of 
her naked vagina was presented up to his grinning face in defenseless 
sacrifice and she lay frozen on the classroom floor, her humiliation 
complete, as she watched the boy's tongue slowly circle his lips in nervous 
preparation for the ravishment about to take place. Jessica's body had begun 
to tremble violently. What was about to happen to her was something that she 
had heard of, but never actually experienced. 

Her thoughts went back to Kent, her dead first lover, and the only time he 
had tried to kiss her there between her parted legs. Too young and innocent 
to understand what was happening, she had pushed him away, tearfully 
protesting that it was wrong and dirty to do such a thing and the day after 
that night, he had died, leaving his pretty young sweetheart still innocent 
and practically virginal. But now she was older and had done terrible 
immoral things that she would never be able to justify to herself. Then, 
almost against her will, the beautiful teacher began to secretly wonder how 
it would really feel to have the softness of a man's lips and tongue 
caressing her most sensitive, secret flesh. 

It was wrong, she knew, evil and unnatural, and yet, she had already sunk so 
far into the depths of degradation that she could not quite suppress a 
little thrill of excitement at the knowledge that today a different and 
equally handsome youngster was poised between her obscenely wide-open 
thighs, ready to plunder her helpless flesh in a way she had never before 
known. With his thumbs placed firmly over the soft hair covered lips of her 
coral-colored pussy, Lee began a slow, torturing outward movement with his 
experienced hands, drawing the fleshy pink cuntal lips slowly apart until 
the moist slightly pulsing slit below was exposed to the gazes of the other 
boys who stood watching. They stared greedily at it for a moment, until with 
a low animal-like groan of delight, the dark-haired youngster dropped his 
head and buried the full length of his long, slippery red tongue lizard-like 
into the warm throbbing walls of Jessica's open vaginal passage. 

The beautiful blonde teacher jerked suddenly, a breathless moan escaping 
from deep in her throat. As shocks of exquisite pleasure began to ripple 
slowly and then crazily through her body, she ground her buttocks down into 
the blanket, instinctively trying to escape the maddening assault on her 
most sensitive flesh. 

"No, no! Stop it, Dear God, make him stop!" she moaned in horror and shame 
before the boy's unexpected attack. Her head had lifted off the blanket and 
she stared in undisguised dismay at the sight of the youngster's dark head 
wedged between her open thighs. All her old fears suddenly came rushing back 
into her mind and she knew that if she succumbed to the tiny wisps of 
forbidden pleasure that were already rolling persuasively up through the 
depths of her belly, there would be no way to justify her actions. The 
specter of guilt would haunt her life forever. 

"Oh, God, this is awful.. . it's sick . . . oh, please, spare me this, at 
least," she whimpered beseechingly up to the still dressed Biology teacher 
who stood a few feet away. But Rob Tighe only grinned smugly at her 
distress, as though he knew her reluctance was only a false mask that was 
relentlessly being torn from her by the irresistible persuasion of his 
youthful student's lips and tongue. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Oh, you can't do this . . . you can't . . . you can't," she chanted over 
and over again to herself as her head fell back onto the blanket. She 
couldn't let herself be conquered by the spearing tongue that was plundering 
mercilessly in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her ravaged 
vagina. Yet, even against her will, she could feel the excitement building 
in her traitorous body until it felt like her nerve ends were all exploding 
in tiny bonfires of lewd lust. 

As his mouth and tongue worked unceasingly at the wide-spread tightness of 
the beautiful Jessica's cunt, Lee gazed up at her lust-twisted face through 
the quivering white mounds of her breasts. He saw her elbows begin to press 
tightly against her sides as the tension within her grew almost unendurable, 
while her firm rounded breasts danced sensuously from the buffeting her 
lower body was undergoing from his mouth. With increasing arrogance, the 
youngster reached up over the white flatness of her belly and began to knead 
the fleshy softness of the big breasts, his fingers rolling the hardening 
nipples between them in unrelenting painful fury. He was working carefully 
now, waiting patiently for the first sure sighs of surrender that he was 
certain would come from the seemingly unwilling older woman at any second. 

Jessica's hands closed into fists, crushing great handfuls of the woolly 
blanket as she struggled to stifle the moan of passion she felt building in 
her throat. She could feel Lee's hot moist mouth sucking harder, drawing the 
soft delicate folds of her vagina deep into the warm wet cavern of his mouth 
as his tongue flicked rhythmically, teasingly over the quivering erected bud 
of her clitoris pushing her alert nerves almost beyond human endurance. 
Despite all her efforts to control her thoughts, her fears were rapidly 
fading to be replaced by a mounting desire that was throbbing more and more 
insistently in her defenseless female genitals. 

The captive teacher was suddenly, finding it hard to remember the fact that 
she was being physically forced to participate in a sadistic sex orgy by a 
vicious older man and the teenage boys he influenced so strongly-a sex orgy 
that was extremely one-sided since she was the sole woman involved. For a 
bare moment, she relaxed her guard and a long, low sigh escaped her lips as 
Lee's tongue left her pussy to caress the entire length of the splayed-open 
crevice between her quivering thighs, where it stopped momentarily to pay a 
wet probing homage to the tight brown throbbing hole nestled below. 

At the unexpected and strange new sensation, Jessica's hips began a sudden 
involuntary writhing into the blanket-covered floor and soft mewling animal 
sounds leaked pitifully from between her tightly-clenched teeth. In the 
small excited group that circled the plaid blanket in the dusky afternoon 
light, the tension was almost electric and each of the teenagers smiled in 
relief as they heard the soft sounds of surrender from the beautiful teacher 
lying on the floor at their feet. 

Through the haze of her suddenly all-consuming passion, Jessica's eyes could 
barely distinguish Rob Tighe's smug satisfied smile from among the sea of 
faces above her and she closed her eyes once again to concentrate on the 
whirlpools of sensation shooting almost out of control in her loins. Above 
her, the biology teacher moved a little closer to the blanket, nodding 
triumphantly. He knew that her resistance, though stubborn, had been 
completely shattered now, that she was too far gone to resist anything he 
and the boys might want to do to her, and he began to imagine all the weird 
erotic things they would do this afternoon when they all became weary of 
"normal" sex. 

He chuckled obscenely as he saw Jessica's graceful hands desperately clawing 
at Lee's wavy brown hair, guiding the youth's face closer to the palpitating 
opening of her cunt. 

In response to his teacher's snicker, the brown-haired boy winked up at 
Tighe, then ran his tongue into the soft-rimmed flesh of his English 
teacher's cunt, flicking playfully at it for a moment and then quickly 
withdrawing it to tease again around the throbbing swollen pink flanges of 
her opening. All inhibitions lost, Jessica groaned in shameless frustration 
and grasped the boy's head tighter between her hands, pressing his mouth 
directly over the tight little hole of her hungry vagina. 

His face dug deeper in the warm crevice between her wide-spread buttocks and 
his hungry mouth sucked voraciously at it, teasing at it gleefully, like 
pinching it with the sharp tips of his teeth until her little cries began to 
lengthen out to one long continuous sobbing moan of pleasure. 

"Ohhhhhh, that's gooooood, soooooo gooooood," Jessica sang it deliriously as 
she writhed and churned her buttocks below him in a lewd dance of unleashed 
desire, her body and mind completely lost in the glorious feeling of her 
student's mouth sucking hard between her loins. Lee basked in the admiration 
of the other boys as he felt the supple muscles of her thighs urgently 
hollowing and contracting around the sides of his rugged young face in an 
exhibition of wild untamed animal lust that was nothing like he or any of 
the other boys had ever seen before. 

The impassioned teacher's cunt flowered open wider and wider as her 
moistness increased with each additional second his sucking mouth worked at 
her wide-split crevice. The fragrant, titillating wetness of her passion 
began to run in narrow trickles down the sides of the boy's sweating cheeks, 
causing them to shine, and then down the insides of her fluidly working 
loins into the clenching flesh of her firm globular buttocks. 

"Wow, I never saw anything like that before," one of the boys gasped from 
somewhere above. 

"Yeah, give her hell, Lee," another encouraged enthusiastically. 

Jessica barely heard the boys' comments but their general admiration seemed 
to incite the boy further and his tongue licked gluttonously at her 
flame-seared vaginal hole as her updrawn legs spasmodically opened and 
closed around his laboring face. The wild, abandoned tempo of her grinding 
loins made it clear to Lee that his voluptuous teacher was almost ready to 
cum. 

It was time to drive his hard tingling cock into the softness of her hot wet 
pussy. His long stiff cock was already throbbing with anticipation as he 
worked his mouth and tongue furiously over her pulsating slit. Then suddenly 
he could wait no longer. He had to fuck her right away. 

He withdrew his glistening face from the grip of her hands and looked 
inquiringly up at the biology teacher standing nearby. As Tighe smiled and 
nodded assent to the teenager's mute plea, Jessica suddenly realized that 
the boy's ministrations had stopped momentarily. Her eyes popped open wide 
in shocked frustration and when she saw the dark-haired boy's muscular torso 
hovering above her prostrate body, she threw her arms around his neck and 
pulled him roughly down to her again. She had been so close, so agonizingly 
close to a powerful orgasm, and now she desperately ground her inflamed 
buttocks down hard into the blanket in an attempt to stem the sexual passion 
that was blazing out of control in her pulsing vagina. 

Suddenly forgotten was all her guilt, her humiliation at the cruel trick 
Dave had played on her. The lingering feeling of Lee's experienced mouth and 
tongue working over her throbbing wet pussy had filled her with a desire 
that was more intense than she had ever believed herself to be capable of. 
Now, she only wanted to complete the experience, to have the orgasm that 
would soothe the burning need that was raging throughout her entire 
lust-wracked body. But still the brawny youth leaned over her writhing form 
as though he were waiting for something, something she could not comprehend. 

"Please . . . do it now, now," she finally gasped, pulling him more tightly 
against her blazing, wanting body. 

Above her, the dark-haired teenager smiled triumphantly at her pleading 
words. It had galled him, more than he cared to admit to himself that Dave, 
his quiet bookworm friend, should have gotten into this exciting woman's 
pants before he, Lee, the biggest stud in school. He wanted to feel this 
haughty bitch squirming under him, to show the others that she wanted him 
more than she ever wanted Dave. He wanted her to beg for it. 

"Please what?" he demanded coldly. 

"Please do it to me," Jessica cried, no longer caring what she must sound 
like to the others. "Hurry, Lee, I need it. . . now! Now!" 

"Then say it right," he growled with cold arrogance. "Beg me to fuck you!" 

"Ooooooh, God, don't make me do that-I can't, I can't," she groaned 
pitifully, fighting with all her strength and courage to escape this final, 
ultimate humiliation. This, she knew, would be the final surrender and there 
would be no escaping her shameful guilt ever again. This last bit of 
resistance was the only thing she had left. They had taken everything else, 
her pride in her virtue, her dignity, her self-respect-everything was gone. 
But she couldn't let them have the pleasure of hearing her beg too. Then 
suddenly the confident youngster reached down between their bodies and 
tauntingly ran his finger up and down the wet, hungering length of her open 
pussy. Quaking at the unbelievable electric sensation that seared her 
frazzled nerve ends, and without thinking, Jessica at last opened her mouth 
and gasped out shamelessly. 

"Oh, for God's sake, Lee, fuck me, fuck me, please!" 

As the other youngsters whooped victoriously, Jessica knew that her 
humiliation and degradation were utterly complete now. Now that she had said 
the lewd and obscene words that she had barely dared think of before, she 
was certain that she would never be the same again. For just once in her 
life she had allowed herself to lose control over all the things that she 
knew were right and now she was no better than a low prostitute, a filthy 
slut off the street who pandered to innocent teenage boys! 

"Wow, you really get her there, Lee," Dave crowed exultantly from his 
vantage point above. "Now, give it to her! Teach her a lesson for me!" 

Hovering above Jessica's quivering loins, Lee watched her for a moment, his 
eyes widening as he realized that he had actually driven the beautiful 
teacher wild with desire. He could wait no longer. As the excited woman's 
legs kicked up and her heels curled around his sinewy hips, the dark-haired 
teenager thrust his pelvis down toward the gaping slit of her throbbing 
cunt. With no further preliminaries, the boy grasped his rigid prick and 
guided the thick blood-filled head straight into her waiting vagina, his 
body smacking down on her with a force that knocked the air from her lungs. 
He levered up on his arms, then drove his granite-hard penis as deep as it 
would go into her hungry clasping pussy. His balls smacked with a thud 
against her buttocks before he pulled out to ram his skewering length into 
her again. 

"Ooooooh." she moaned ecstatically beneath the sex-crazed boy as the warm 
moist walls of her vagina slipped wetly over his shaft of stiff flesh like a 
glove. Lee's short, thick cock raced in and out of the depths of her belly, 
her wetness surrounding it and lubricating his every stroke. 

As the youth ground his pelvis down into her writhing flesh, Jessica 
strained back under him, arching her quaking loins up to him, lifting both 
of their pumping bodies up off the wooly blanket with the strength of her 
upward thrusts. 

She moaned ceaselessly beneath the young, pounding body, opening and closing 
her legs around his hips as her head flailed from side to side in wild 
sexual abandon. This was what she had needed, and God, it was so good! The 
wanton teacher chanted incoherent encouragements to the brown-haired 
youngster as his jerking cock pistoned into her mercilessly. Lee's warm 
slippery tongue rammed deep into her open mouth, his saliva drooling down 
into her throat, and Jessica sucked insanely at it, savoring the musky 
pungent flavor of her own secretions on the boy's mouth. 

Her body was caught up in a mad spiral of naked, raw lust that she had never 
known existed . . . let alone in her. She moaned again as she strained her 
body toward the peak of sensation that was now so near, so very near. Then, 
suddenly, as she bucked uncontrollably beneath the boy's slamming body, she 
felt his cock stiffen without warning and begin spewing its white hot liquid 
far into the hidden recesses of her tortured womb. 

Spurt after spurt of the sticky cum ricocheted against the walls of her 
expanded passage, drowning her cervix in its creamy warmth. Jessica groaned 
in an agony of frustration. It had been too soon again, too soon! She was so 
close, the peak just a moment away. She strained crazily for it, but the 
exhausted boy's dead weight fell heavily across her still-writhing body. The 
spent, rapidly deflating prick hung useless between her churning thighs as 
she angrily buffeted her wet pelvis up against it. 

Tears of fury and desperation rolled down her flushed cheeks but the soft, 
dangling penis limply evaded her anguished upward thrusts. 

Lee rolled from her body, breathing heavily in satiation. He'd gotten his 
fun and now it was going to be a hell of an afternoon for the rest of the 
boys. The lust-fires raged on in Jessica's cruelly aroused body, even as Lee 
rose and stumbled off the blanket. 

She was already looking forward to the next cock, her buttocks grinding down 
into the floor in hungry anticipation. Through the haze of her passion, the 
beautiful teacher barely made out the face of Tighe leaning over her, 
grinning in satisfaction. "What is it you want, Mrs. Davis?" he asked her 
mockingly, shrugging his shoulders in feigned wonder. 

"Oh, God, tell someone to fuck me! Hurry, please!" she wailed. Her 
unsatisfied cunt was a steaming hot cavern now that twitched like a nerve 
out of control and ached to be filled. Her muscles felt so tense that she 
was dimly afraid they might explode if someone didn't put a cock into her 
right away. She began to sob hysterically, crying for release from the 
torture of her sexual need. Then, suddenly, she gasped and held her breath. 
Tighe had moved back and in his place was a blonde-haired youth, perhaps the 
biggest boy Jessica had ever seen. Her eyes traveled down his muscular naked 
body and her cries died in her throat as her gaze locked on the giant cock 
that reared out from his sinewy belly like a third arm with a huge pair of 
fists balled below it down between the boy's legs. It was so large that she 
couldn't believe it at first and then it jerked before her fascinated eyes 
and she fearfully cringed back into the plaid blanket on the floor. 

"That's our friend, 'Big Ben', Mrs. Davis," the biology teacher's voice 
snickered from somewhere nearby. "He's not very old but I think he'd qualify 
as a 'real man'. " 

* * * 

At the sound of the taunting voice, Jessica jerked her eyes away from the 
sight of the gargantuan cock and stared around the circle of youthful faces. 
Her body was still hungrily demanding fulfillment, but her mind was rational 
enough to realize what was about to happen to her sacrificed body. She drew 
her legs tightly together against the impending danger of the monstrous 
prick, her terror running rampant through her dazed mind. 

"Oh, my God, no," Jessica whispered weakly. "You can't let him. My God, 
he'll split me in two. Y-you . . . you must be crazy. No woman could take 
that." 

The despairing teacher closed her eyes to blot out the sight of the leering 
young faces closing in around her to get a better view of the unbelievable 
spectacle about to take place before them. Following Tighe's gleefully 
whispered commands, two of the youngsters grasped her ankles and forced them 
far apart. The delicate sensitive slit nestling in the dark forest of her 
pubic hair flowered into full view of the young spectators, while the others 
strained closer to view the throbbing genitals of the struggling woman. 
Curious hands darted out to pinch quickly at the full white globes of her 
breasts, digging in greedily for a moment, squeezing, then nervously 
withdrawing. 

As the boy called Ben climbed between her wide-splayed legs, Jessica shook 
her head back and forth in horrified stupefaction. No, it couldn't be true! 
He would kill her, tear her apart! His penis wasn't human. She couldn't 
allow them to do this to her! 

Suddenly, Jessica's face twisted in anguish as the restraining hands on her 
ankles raised the slender white columns up off the floor and over her 
shoulders until her very toes were touching the blanket at the back of her 
head. Every agonized muscle in her body felt as though it were being 
stretched beyond all human endurance. The flat plane of her delicate 
hair-covered pussy was offered up to the hulking blonde-haired youth in 
sacrificial offering. It was his to plunder at will . . . 

Ben grinned down at it fiendishly, his lusterless eyes leering and his lips 
bared back over his teeth in undisguised lust. The young brute stroked his 
immense cock with both hands as if in greedy preparation for the assault 
upon the helpless up-tilted cunt before him. His huge body swayed on his 
knees like a mountainside about to crash down in an avalanche and the 
glistening purplish skin on the head of his cock shone menacingly in the 
pale twilight. He shuffled forward ponderously with his pelvis and his huge 
bulging prick jutting out, the great trunk of hard flesh bouncing slightly 
as he moved. 

Jessica peered up through her wide-spread thighs, her eyes agog in awed 
terror as she watched the muscles bulge dramatically on the young torso 
advancing on the exposed crevice between her legs. She could not tear her 
eyes away from the vile obscene instrument that was about to rip into her 
still-trembling body in vicious rape. The sight hypnotized her into abject 
stillness and she could do nothing but wait for the terrible assault to 
begin. 

Suddenly, without further warning, the grinning Big Ben jerked his hips back 
and Jessica found herself lifting her pelvis upward as though she were under 
some kind of spell, searching with her gaping hot pussy for that monstrous 
fleshy pole that was about to rip her belly asunder. The lust-incited group 
around the blanket gaped as the great fanning cock-head found her moist warm 
opening and fumbled for a moment, nosing at the pink, ragged edges of flesh 
as she ground her pelvis frantically up at it. Then, the muscles of the 
boy's buttocks tightened as he lifted himself high in the air over the 
up-turned loins of the wide-eyed woman. The thick palpitating head poised at 
the wet wide-stretched opening to her greedy cunt for what seemed an 
eternity, then the youngster jerked his pelvis forward with one brutal lunge 
and the huge blood-filled tip disappeared between her legs into the soft, 
fleshy, down-covered folds of her cunt lips. 

"Aaaaggghhh!" she screamed, tossing her head insanely from side to side at 
the agonizing pain of the giant penetration. 

The burly youth flexed his buttocks and the mammoth prick-head submerged 
another torturous inch into her as she desperately tried to free her legs 
from the ruthless imprisoning hands of the other boys, to kick loose and 
escape the inhumanly large impalement. But the hands held her firmly in 
place in the humiliating position. 

"Uuuuggghhh! No! It's too big! Ooooooh, stop!" she cried brokenly, certain 
that she was being torn up the middle. The pain was unbearable, racking her 
cruelly-stretched body like tiny sharp puncturing needles. 

The huge boy levered up on his hands and pushed forward again, driving the 
relentless monster even another inch into her narrow channel. 

"AAAaaaaaaggghhh!" she screamed again. 

Hot breath coursed over her naked, sweating body as the boys leaned closer, 
their faces hovering within inches of her straining nudity. She felt hands 
clutching at her Breasts from all around her and more hands and fingers 
reaching out to touch and squeeze every accessible inch of her flesh until 
it seemed as though she were covered with tiny crawling things, all 
feverishly working to enter every opening of her body. 

"Noooooo! Pleeeeeease!" Jessica sobbed hysterically, tears pouring out from 
under the trembling lids of her closed, unseeing eyes. 

But her struggling protests seemed only to incite Big Ben, the teenager 
fucking into her from above her, and with a sadistic grin he suddenly pushed 
forward with a crushing thrust that plowed the monstrous prick deep into the 
narrow, resisting passageway, pushing great waves of pink moist flesh before 
it. The suffering teacher quaked convulsively as the gigantic shaft plunged 
relentlessly on into her belly. Her lust-dimmed mind raced in a frantic 
attempt to understand what was happening to her as the huge cock filled her, 
crowding and smashing her inner organs as it tunneled even deeper, deeper. 
She felt as though it would burst through to her throat if it didn't stop, 
but still the monstrous penis drove deeper into her, tearing her soul from 
her body in overwhelming waves of depraved sensuality. 

Then it stopped! With an ass-crushing jolt, the boy's pelvis slammed loudly 
against the stretched globes of her buttocks and the immense sperm-swollen 
testicles collided suddenly into the wide-split crevice of her ass. The huge 
lust-inflated prick was sunk all the way up to the hilt in her tortured 
pussy, filling every part of her insides. 

The teenager hovered motionless for a moment over the teacher s prostrate 
form, waiting for the groaning woman to adjust to the presence of his huge 
shaft planted in her white soft belly. He watched as her pain-contorted face 
began to relax, her tightly-clenched teeth slowly opening in surprised 
relief as the initial agony of the massive intrusion gradually faded. 

Big Ben gently flexed the giant rod inside her and a deep groan escaped her 
lips as her teeth again clenched tightly against the pain. The youth flexed 
again, then again, grinning knowingly at the others around him when the 
groans became softer and softer as Jessica's hot throbbing passage began to 
accept the unnatural size of the colossal cock. 

He started to move his hips in a slow revolving motion, grinding the huge 
member tightly into the teacher's naked pussy, stretching the still-cringing 
wet walls until the enormous shaft fit in the sheath of her vagina like a 
piston in a well-oiled cylinder. Incredulous eyes peered lustfully within 
inches of the enormous buried weapon, amazed that the tight tiny hole they 
had seen before could have swallowed the whole length of it. 

Again, this time more boldly, unknown hands rubbed lewdly over the twin 
moons of her ass and kneaded her flattened breasts. She felt fingers pulling 
cruelly at the fleshy hair lined lips that clamped so tightly around the 
huge embedded prick. The beautiful woman stiffened in shock as she felt an 
anonymous finger-tip probe under the dangling balls at her tiny puckered 
anus, flicking teasingly at the wrinkled hole like a wild tongue. She winced 
as it paused and then suddenly popped through the tight surrounding nether 
ring, worming deeply into the tender spongy flesh inside her rectum. It 
moved around, expanding the tiny opening until the very palm of the 
intruding hand lay flat against her rounded ass-cheeks, the whole finger 
buried securely within the dry throbbing tunnel. 

Tiny bursts of protest broke from her lips. Her vaginal passage felt 
stretched and torn beyond all possible repair, and the dual ravishing of her 
loins with some boy's long thick finger implanted deep inside her rectum 
made the feeling all the more intense. She tried not to move as she felt the 
pain easing with the stillness of her body, then the lust-incited youth 
ground and twisted his finger deeper, circling it wider and expanding her 
anal passage until she thought it would split from the almost unbearable 
pressure. Another hand cupped her naked breast, teasing and pulling at every 
part of its soft round firmness until she feared it would burst from the 
painful manipulations. 

Kneeling over her jack-knifed, trembling form, the huge awkward Big Ben 
began a painful sawing motion in and out of Jessica's moistly stretched 
pussy with long lunging strokes. His nostrils flared as he thrust forward 
mercilessly from the apex of his withdrawal and battered her pain-wracked 
body back down against the hard floor with each stroke. The hulking youth 
slipped his big hands down to the rounded curves of her hips, holding 
tightly to them as he slipped the warm soft sheath of her throbbing vagina 
back over the thickness of his young cock as though he were thrusting his 
hand into a small vaseline-filled hole lined with rubber. The finger 
imbedded in her asshole joined the slowly-pistoning cock in a rhythmic 
fucking duel that raised whimpers and whines of pleasure and pain in time to 
their simultaneous ravishment of her loins. The torturous pain that she had 
felt only a few minutes before was now suddenly fading and, in its place, an 
odd sensation of tingling pleasure began to flow through Jessica's captive 
body. 

The outrageous debasement and subjugation she had experienced that afternoon 
had begun to build up to a strange masochistic excitement that was seizing 
control of her mind and body, making her forget everything but the wonderful 
feeling of being fucked half to death by a cock that was almost as big 
around as her arm. Her buttocks began to rotate experimentally with her 
first attempt at movement since the torturing impalement began and then, 
feeling no pain, she allowed herself to follow the rhythm of the cock and 
finger fucking into her, grinding her hips upward with increasing speed to 
match the movements of the boy above her. The boys around her still reached 
out to pinch and knead at her soft white flesh, driving her to even greater 
heights of passionate fervor. 

"Oh, yes, fuck me . . . fuck me, fuck me," she now crooned, squirming her 
body lustfully to meet the crawling hands and lingers clutching at her 
sensation-maddened flesh. Her eyes opened and she gazed up into Big Ben's 
face in blurred ecstasy. On every side of her she could see naked boys, many 
holding tightly to their cocks, stroking themselves in time to the monstrous 
prick drubbing into her pulsating cunt and the unknown finger fucking 
ceaselessly into her clenching rectum like another invading prick. She was a 
prisoner, surrounded by long hard shafts of flesh and she had lost her will 
to be free. She was lost, almost unconscious with delight at the merciless 
assaults on her cunt and asshole, strapped between their slamming, battering 
strokes like a trapped animal. 

"Oh, God, don't stop, don't ever stop! Fuck me, fuck me!" she cried huskily 
into the air, rotating her upturned ass faster and faster to keep pace with 
the two pistons of flesh-penis and finger pummeling into her loins like a 
single devilish fucking machine. Her entire being was centered around those 
two skewering rods and nothing else was important-not shame, not fear, 
nothing in the world but the pulsing reality of the hard flesh riveting into 
her hot steaming furrow. 

Jessica became gradually aware of a movement near her head and she opened 
her eyes again to see Dave moving nervously closer, his cock jutting rigidly 
out from his loins. Tighe noticed the blonde boy's agitation as well and he 
motioned for Big Ben to stop for a moment as they all looked inquiringly at 
the blushing teenager. 

"P-Please, Mr. Tighe, I'm just going to explode if I can't do something 
soon," the boy anxiously explained. "Do you think maybe that I could do it 
in her mouth while Big Ben fucks her too? Please, could I?" 

Jessica heard no reply and she was too dazed from the force of her passion 
to actually understand what was happening when the monstrous cock was 
suddenly withdrawn from her dilated pussy. She groaned in feeble protest but 
no longer struggled against the eager hands that rolled her battered body 
over on the rumpled blanket until she was resting flat on her stomach. 

"Get up on your knees!" Tight sharply commanded the beautiful, panting 
teacher. Behind her on the bed, Big Ben impatiently grabbed at Jessica's 
full, satin-like flanks and jerked her to her knees. She swayed for a moment 
as she knelt there on all fours, her sex-drugged brain reeling with the 
effort to keep her body erect as they maneuvered her into position. She 
smiled weakly then, as she felt the monolithic pulsing cock being wedged 
tightly between her open thighs. Unconsciously, she waved the stretched 
moons of her buttocks back at the youth and felt the huge blunt tip pressing 
against the now-dripping opening of her cunt. With a loud grunt, the boy 
behind her lunged forward against her, impaling her body on his massive 
prick and causing her to jump forward with surprise at the sudden ruthless 
thrust. 

Her startled face ran head-on into another hard waiting cock that rammed 
without warning between her moist red lips and into the warm saliva of her 
mouth. She could feel the slippery glans sliding wetly up the full length of 
her tongue, tiny droplets of lubricating fluid seeping from it and filling 
the warm cavern between her cheeks with its pungent salty taste. 

"Hey, guys, look at her suck my prick," she heard Dave say-Dave, the sweet 
innocent youth who had started her down the road to this final degradation. 
"Yeah, suck it, suck it, bitch," he ordered in his high voice, a voice that 
was nevertheless raspy with lusty delight as he began to saw viciously into 
his teacher's mouth as though it were a second delicious cunt. "And I don't 
care if you're satisfied or not this time!" 

She gagged as he rammed it halfway down her throat, the full length of the 
boy's long, slender penis disappearing between her ovaled lips. As the two 
boys began to thrust in and out of both ends of her sandwiched body, Jessica 
was dimly aware of the swinging balls dancing against her throat and the 
short, wiry pubic hair that grazed her chin and nose each time the boy in 
front of her shoved forward. She fought for breath, managing to catch small 
gasps of air on the out-stroke between Dave's cruel thrusts. 

"Oh God," she groaned inwardly as they pummeled her lust-driven form back 
and forth between them, using her captive body as a receptacle into which 
they would pump their lewd sperm. She no longer felt human but like a great 
mass of quivering flesh created just for this moment. Suddenly the very 
debasement of her situation flickered through her mind and the very 
humiliation of the two boys buffeting her viciously between them began to 
excite her even more and more. 

The resources of desire deep in her belly blossomed out to full bloom once 
more and she began to roll her buttocks in tiny circles, tightening her cunt 
muscles on the giant fleshy prick skewering into her from behind. She wanted 
to milk it dry, to feel the sticky hot sperm squirting into her stomach 
until it overflowed her juicy pussy and ran down the insides of her 
wide-spread, quivering legs. Behind her, Big Ben was building toward the 
end. He began to thrust into her harder and faster, battering mercilessly 
against the milky cheeks of her upturned buttocks with his hard-driving 
loins. His big meaty hands gripped her writhing hips, squeezing the soft 
flesh into random crazy shapes beneath his clenching fingers. His lips bared 
back against his teeth and he could not close his mouth. He looked down at 
the woman's slender bucking body and bobbing head, and the sight of the 
lovely brunette being ravished from both ends sent chills up his spine. 

"Jesus, Jesus!" someone sputtered from among the boys gaping at the obscene 
spectacle. "Christ-almighty, just look at that, would you!" 

The saliva in Jessica's cock-filled mouth was becoming thick and sticky from 
the emissions of lubricating fluids that seeped from the end of the boyish 
hardness sunk into the warm depths of her widely ovaled lips. She could see 
Dave's slim hips straining before her face as though he were in the throes 
of a spastic seizure. The teenager's strong fingers wound tightly in her 
shiny blonde hair, pulling her wide-stretched lips back and forth over the 
entire length of his thrusting lance of flesh. 

The beautiful teacher felt her own excitement mounting as the youthful penis 
began to throb and expand in her sucking mouth, ramming forward down to her 
tonsils as though it were trying to collide with the big thick prick 
pistoning into her belly from behind. She had never felt so utterly used and 
debauched in her life and yet every moment seemed to bring her closer to a 
brain-reeling orgasm. She sucked with her mouth and wriggled her buttocks 
wildly as her peak approached. There was nothing else in the world now but 
to please Tighe and the boys as well as her luscious body could, and to 
wallow obscenely in her own pleasure at the same time. 

Simultaneously with the rising tide of her climax, she felt the huge cock 
fucking into her seething pussy begin to jerk and inflate. She felt her 
thighs and buttocks being swept apart as the blonde-haired youth drove 
powerfully into her, shoving his immense prick as far as it could go into 
her belly to spew his hot white charge into her wildly-constricting cunt. 
Jessica humped back on it violently as she felt the milky white fluid 
spurting hotly into her dilated womb, filling it until she thought she would 
pop open. Then, she felt it dribbling back out of the hair-covered lips of 
her pussy jammed back against Big Ben's muscular loins. His bloated 
testicles slapped maddeningly against her clitoris, causing her to lunge 
spasmodically forward, burying Dave's swelling prick in her wildly sucking 
mouth all the way up to his pubic hair. Then, it burst forth with a sudden 
violence, flooding Jessica's cheeks and throat with the boiling pungent 
liquid until she had to swallow rapidly to keep from choking on the great 
gushes of sperm. 

Her lips clasped tightly around the lurching prick, fearful of losing even 
one drop of the precious fluid. Still, though, small droplets oozed from the 
corners of her mouth and on down to her chin as the dark-haired youngster 
collapsed on the blanket in front of her, his softening penis flopping out 
limply from her still-sucking mouth. Thin, glistening strands of the viscous 
milky fluid connected her lips with the now-deflated cock several inches 
away from her face. 

The impassioned teacher skewered her hips back onto the monstrous slamming 
penis still spewing its load into her cunt, and with a wail from between 
tightly-clenched teeth, felt her body soar up and explode into what seemed a 
shower of tiny blazing stars, coursing through her being with an ecstasy 
that sent her brain whirling crazily. 

A moment or so later, her strength was suddenly exhausted and she slipped 
down on the floor as the huge cock popped out lifelessly from her 
passion-drenched pussy. Refreshing wafts of cool air rushed into the now 
empty reddened opening as her body lay limp and spent on the soft plaid 
blanket. 

After that, Jessica had little conception of time or personalities, but 
fucked and sucked as she was directed by the exultant biology teacher. The 
beautiful rapacious teacher was now beyond humiliation or any kind of 
thought. Her body still reacted automatically with orgasm after orgasm, but 
her strength had left her and she mechanically did as she was told. 

She was nothing but a mindless body now, an unthinking doll to be used by 
the youngsters in their selfish quests for sensual satisfaction. For a 
seeming eternity, she moved her body weakly to quell her young students' 
lewd desires. There was nothing in her world but cocks, big cocks, little 
cocks, long, short, thick, skinny . . . cocks to fuck and cocks to suck. It 
didn't matter any more. 

It was dark before the deserted hallways of the school building were echoing 
the sound of Lee's and Dave's footsteps. They had been the last to leave. 

Jessica was alone in her classroom, lying in a near-stupor of exhaustion on 
the wrinkled sperm-soaked blanket that one of the youngsters had probably 
stolen from his parents' home. From somewhere outside the building, the 
spent woman could hear excited female chattering, punctuated by loud 
masculine guffaws, but she no longer had the energy to even wonder what was 
going on. The only thought in her dazed mind was that, somehow, she would 
have to drag her battered body from the school before the night watchman 
arrived. 

Moaning softly at the aches and bruises that seemed to mark every muscle in 
her body, she stumbled to her feet, grasping desks and chairs for support as 
she searched in the darkness for her scattered clothing. It was too soon for 
her to try to understand all that had occurred that afternoon. Tomorrow was 
Saturday. There would be no school and time enough for her to make whatever 
judgments and decisions she could. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Throughout the long, lonely night, Jessica had lain awake, huddling in her 
bedclothes as she mentally re-lived the terrifying hours she had spent in 
her classroom yesterday after school, helpless on the floor as one youngster 
after another thrust his hard penis into her mouth or vagina, using her as a 
mindless mass of human flesh in which to vent their lust. As the shock and 
terror of the experience had slowly receded, a new kind of horror had begun 
to fill her mind. For she had been unable to avoid the fact that she had 
enjoyed it, enjoyed almost every moment of that filthy, obscene afternoon. 
What kind of person was she? 

That question had haunted her in the darkness of her bedroom long after she 
had stumbled into her apartment and fallen into bed, only to discover that 
there was no sleep to be found that night. 

Terrible visions of sickness and depravity had filled her mind, making her 
wonder if she were not someone entirely different from the cultured, 
well-bred woman she had seen in the mirror for all her years as an adult. 

As she carefully mixed herself a cup of instant coffee in the cold watery 
light of the morning, Jessica decided that she had probably been a little 
hysterical last night. After all, she had been forced to do everything she 
had done yesterday afternoon and her muscles still hurt from the brutal 
ravishment she had undergone. She knew that the emotional scars from that 
experience would be with her for many years, but at least it was already in 
the past. It would never happen again. 

Or would it? 

Jessica's hand began to tremble, spilling coffee over her kitchen counter as 
she suddenly realized that any one of those boys could blackmail her again, 
as many times as they wanted, in the same way that Rob Tighe had forced her 
to submit to them in her classroom. And it could spread with each of the 
youngsters telling other friends until she was nothing more than a helpless 
whore, a community punchboard for the boys of Carlton High School and 
everyone else they knew-if word didn't reach their parents or the police 
first! And she was absolutely powerless to stop them! 

"Mr. Tighe? This Jessica Davis. I must speak to you right away." 

He was the only person who might be able to convince the boys to keep quiet 
about what happened. 

Jessica pulled the front door of Carlton High School quietly shut behind her 
and placed her teacher's key in her handbag. In both directions, the 
corridors were deserted, their polished floors gleaming dully in the gray 
mid-day light. Her own breathing seemed deafening in the airless stillness 
of the locked school and she wondered if Rob Tighe were truly going to meet 
her here as he had promised earlier when she had called his home. The 
building seemed too quiet for there to be anyone else here, but then she 
bitterly remembered the silence of the school building before the plotting 
students had burst into her classroom on Tighe's signal. 

The memory stirred her to action and she strode briskly down to the Biology 
room at one corner of the main building. As she walked the voluptuous blonde 
forced herself to relax and once again, went over in her mind the things 
that she planned to say to Rob. She knew that the man had no real reason to 
help her out and yet, surely he too would be in serious trouble if the news 
of yesterday's orgy ever got out. She truly hoped that she would be able to 
reason with him and, if necessary, make him pity her enough to let her off 
the hook. 

In another moment, she was in the doorway of the dimly-lighted classroom 
designated for Biology. As usual the shades were half pulled down on the 
windows and Jessica's gaze scanned the semi-darkness of the room in search 
of the middle-aged teacher. She found him sitting on a work table, 
surrounded by the shelves of sparkling beakers and test-tubes. 

"Come in, Mrs. Davis," he said in his soft, breathy voice, "What makes you 
want to see me so badly on a dismal Saturday morning such as this?" 

Jessica drew in a deep breath and stepped into the room. 

"Mr. Tighe, I don't want to waste words," she began hurriedly, not wanting 
to let her courage drain away before she could say all the things she had 
been thinking. "I admit that I've made some mistakes in my life, but unless 
you help me, I-" 

"Yes, you want some help in dealing with the boys, of course," he said with 
a small smile as he slipped off the edge of the table to stand facing her. 
"Naturally I would be happy to help you . . . after you've made some gesture 
of, umm, shall we say, good will?" 

"Why, I think I'm showing enough good will just by talking to you . . . 
after yesterday. I should be afraid . . . " Jessica's indignant sputtering 
trailed off as she suddenly realized what the paunchy teacher was 
suggesting. "Do you mean to say that you actually expect. . . that I. . . 
after yesterday . . . after what happened. . . ? " 

"Mrs. Davis, you came to me for help, did you not?" he asked slyly, 
reminding her, then adding with a snicker, "After all, I thought I was being 
rather gallant yesterday afternoon. As you may recall, I didn't force my 
attentions on you, and I certainly could have." 

The beautiful English teacher's heart sank and she slowly dropped her coat 
and purse on the nearest work table. She desperately needed this man's help, 
but she did not want to go to such awful lengths to obtain it. "No matter 
what you did, Mr. Tighe, you must have forgotten that you organized that 
little after-school party yesterday afternoon," she shot back. "And I'd say 
that your own position is just as shaky as mine." 

"Oh no, my dear, that little affair was organized by poor Dave to revenge 
his ego, the one you shattered. Any one of those boys can tell you who was 
at fault, and why," he replied with a foreboding smile. "Now, do you want my 
help or not, Mrs. Davis?" 

"Yes, of course I want it," she snapped. "But how am I ever going to get 
free of this mess if you people don't stop blackmailing me?" She was feeling 
more and more trapped and she knew that she had no choice but to do anything 
he demanded of her. Still, she felt that she was justified in becoming 
annoyed at the paunchy man's casual assumption that she had no choice but to 
obey his every word. 

"Mrs. Davis, the only way you're going to keep your job and stay out of jail 
is to do exactly what I tell you," the man coolly informed her. "Now please 
remove your clothes and shut your mouth. I don't have the time or the 
patience to listen to your female whining." 

Tighe was thoroughly enjoying this cruelty to his beautiful colleague who 
reminded him so much of his ex-wife. He secretly wished that there were some 
way he could prolong the agony for the lovely, exciting woman. 

Jessica fumed with anger at his attitude, thinking to herself how rotten he 
was to dare to talk to her like that. No matter what dangers she was 
threatened with, she didn't have to accept this sort of treatment, she raged 
inwardly. Ignoring her better judgment, she rushed across the room to where 
the grinning teacher stood and slapped his face with all of her strength, 
the sharp sound filling the silence like the crack of a rifle shot. Then, 
feeling better, she turned around and walked back to where she had left her 
purse and coat, savoring the stunned expression she had seen on his wrinkled 
face after she had hit him. Picking up her things, she was on the verge of 
leaving the room when his next words struck her like a solid blow in the 
stomach. 

"Did you know that Dave's father is an old college buddy of mine . . . and a 
Judge?" His voice was surly as he added, "I'm going to play golf with him 
this afternoon. . . . " 

Jessica whirled around and stared in horror at the red print her hand had 
left on Tighe's cheek. His blue eyes glinted malevolently back at her and 
suddenly nothing, not even her self respect, seemed as important now as 
doing anything necessary to keep the Biology teacher happy . . . and quiet. 

"Oh God, I'm so sorry, Mr. Tighe," she gasped apologetically. "Please 
forgive me. I swear I'll do anything you want but don't say anything to 
Dave's father." 

"Then get those fucking clothes off, you overheated bitch," he snarled, 
tearing at the buttons of his own sport shirt. The pain of her sudden blow 
and the idea that she would dare walk out after having begged him to meet 
her today, angered Tighe and he decided to teach her a lesson she would 
never forget. He remembered the night that his wife had left, calling him a 
pervert-and why she had been so horrified. Perhaps the ravishing Mrs. Davis 
might like a new experience, he thought with a sadistic smile. 

As quickly as she could, Jessica followed his directions, tearing off the 
garments she had so carefully donned in preparation for the talk she had 
planned on having with him. Though a part of her was still infuriated with 
him for the treatment he so smugly gave her, she forced herself to ignore it 
and follow his orders. She knew that she could rot afford to displease him 
again. 

Her mind tried to formulate thoughts of escape but she struggled against 
them. She did not want to think at all now and wanted only blankness to help 
her endure this ordeal. Obediently, she completed her undressing and watched 
as he did the same. When she was finished, she pulled out a chair from one 
of the work tables and sat down, actually noticing for the first time what 
the man really looked like. Though Tighe was a medium-sized man, his spindly 
body padded only by a thick roll of fat around his waist, the cock that hung 
down from below his belly was unusually thick and his weighty balls swayed 
between His legs as he stroked up and down the length of his sex, moving the 
thick foreskin back and forth over the bulbous head of his half-erect penis. 

Butterflies flitted through Jessica's stomach as she tried not to imagine 
this man touching her private parts. But then, as the naked man drew up a 
chair to sit down beside her and began softly stroking her upper thighs, the 
beautiful teacher was horrified to realize that wispy tendrils of unwanted 
desire were almost automatically following the path of his teasing fingers. 
What had happened to her in the short time she had been teaching at this 
school? she wondered in astonishment. Here she was selling her body like a 
whore, even though the price was her own freedom, and this same body was 
already betraying her! 

No, this time she would not give in to the temptation of her senses, the 
anguished blonde firmly vowed to herself as her smooth white flesh became 
alert to the caresses of his demanding fingers searching over her soft, 
ivory flesh. A rash of goose-bumps rose over her sensitive flesh as his 
fingertips slipped teasingly over the rose-colored peaks of her full, 
magnificent breasts. A moan forced its way past the beautiful woman's 
trembling lips as she reached down to her belly to firmly push her 
unresisting milk-white loins apart and pinch tauntingly at the delicious 
narrow slit between them. 

The leering Tighe stroked his throbbing penis slowly, obscenely, as he gaped 
at the open hair-covered triangle between her slightly parted legs. His 
mouth watered, saliva dripping down from his slack lips as his greedy eyes 
feasted lewdly on Jessica's pale flawless body. His watery gaze nauseated 
her and she finally shuddered and gasped: 

"No, please don't touch me! I've changed my mind!" 

"You can't afford to change your mind, Mrs. Davis," he rasped evilly, 
forcing a finger between the ragged pink edges of her pussy to teasingly 
caress the tiny bud of her sensitive clitoris. "Or do you want to go to 
prison for child-molesting?" 

"It doesn't matter," she cried in misery. "I just can't do it. Do you hear 
me, I just can't!" 

"That's what you said yesterday," he grinned fiendishly as he reached out 
and grasped one of her full heaving breasts in a claw-like grip. He leaned 
forward, his fingers digging harshly into her soft warm flesh as his thick, 
long cock slowly reached full erection, pressing against the smooth satiny 
skin of her fleecy thigh. 

"Please Mr. Tighe . . . please don't," she gasped, cringing back into the 
chair as painful memories of the savage rape on the night before whirled 
through her mind. But the gross-bodied teacher just grinned at her 
frightened pleas and moved his other hand to quickly slip two fingers into 
the tight warm slit between her shivering legs. He methodically rotated them 
in her moist vagina, watching the voluptuous woman's face as she fought the 
temptation of the teasing probe, desperately fought surrender to it. 

"Stop, stop it, pleeeeeease," she groaned again, even as her wayward body 
suddenly betrayed her. Without conscious decision on her part, Jessica's 
pearly-white hips began to move in slow, almost imperceptible circles, 
grinding to meet the rhythmic penetration of Tighe's fingers in her 
awakening, delectable cunt. 

In the next moment, she realized her body's involuntary response again, but 
just as she was about to tense her muscles in angry response again, her 
defiance faded and she remembered the Biology teacher's implied threat. If 
she continued to resist him, he might well have her put in jail, and 
besides, she thought bitterly, how much difference could one more time make 
anyway? With that thought, the blonde haired teacher ceased to struggle 
against the sensations that were rippling through her flesh and she allowed 
her body to respond fully to Tighe's gently stroking fingers. Within 
moments, her skin sizzled as though he were turning the entire surface of 
her body into a white-hot sheet of flame with his petting, probing hands. 

As the older teacher's insulting fingers darted maddeningly in and out of 
her rapidly moistening pussy, she nervously tensed her legs until suddenly 
they fell loosely apart. She could feel his hot rotating cock forcing itself 
against the white smooth flesh of her hips. Silky, crisp hairs on Tighe's 
legs played against the tender flesh of her own legs as he moved his chair 
even closer to hers. The gorgeous blonde's rounded buttocks began to rotate 
hungrily on the wooden seat of her chair as she became aware of the searing 
blaze that burned deep in her belly, crying to be quenched by the long rod 
of stiffened flesh that now dug insistently into her soft white hip. 

Rob Tighe sensed his victory. He slowly withdrew his wet fingers from her 
hungrily clasping cunt and stood up. "Get up, Mrs. Davis," he whispered 
hoarsely, "and lean over the table." 

A tremor of fear passed briefly through her, then faded as she remembered 
"that morals no longer hindered her. Her fluttering vagina was hopelessly 
drenched from his methodically stroking fingers and she knew that any 
further protest would be futile and meaningless. Submitting to his demand, 
the lust-bodied teacher rose and bent over the table before her, resting her 
arms on the sleek cool wood so that the pale white orbs of her soft, 
globular buttocks were presented to him. 

"Now, take my cock, bitch, and put it in your asshole," he ordered her in a 
gasping wheeze of excitement. "And don't give me any trouble, because you 
have a lot at stake." 

Without conscious thought, the beautiful dazed teacher obediently reached 
back behind her and took hold of the throbbing hard shaft, aiming the 
swollen purple tip at the tiny brown ring of her tight, hairless anus. The 
Biology teacher's massive cock leapt in her hand and he thrust impatiently 
against her as the blonde worked the bloated cock-head up and down the full 
slit of her naked pussy, lubricating the long, stiff member in her flowing 
juices. She still had not fully comprehended the curt command from the man 
behind her until she felt him reach down and guide the hard rubbery tip of 
his eager cock up from her parted vaginal lips and into the soft yielding 
moons of her out-thrust buttocks. 

Behind her, the middle-aged man gazed down at the spectacle of his long 
thick prick wedged up against the luscious woman's tiny puckered anus. He 
had always wanted to fuck a woman there and now he had the perfect 
opportunity with one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen in his 
life. His sperm-bloated balls tingled with desire as he took a firm hold on 
her pliant white buttocks and drew them apart, wider and wider until the 
tiny brown hole parted a little. Suddenly understanding his intentions, 
Jessica squirmed and whined, but she could not manage to elude him. 

"Please, no! Not there, please!" 

"Shut up and spread your legs wider, whore," Tighe snarled coldly. His blunt 
cock-head rode up against her tightly-clenched anus and he thrust his 
spindly knees between her voluptuous inner thighs, spreading them apart 
until Jessica thought she would surely lose her balance and fall. Then she 
felt his finger probing at the little puckered inlet. She winced, jumping 
forward slightly as his finger strained against the tiny opening. Suddenly 
it popped through the tight outer ring of flesh, not hurting as she had 
anticipated, but rather, sending a sensation of surprised pleasure through 
her nerves. 

Her taut muscles relaxed a little until she felt the extra pressure of 
another finger penetrating unexpectedly in beside the first. This time the 
intrusion hurt and she tried to cringe away from him, but the fingers were 
firmly imbedded in her tight resisting back passage and his other hand 
securely clamped around her narrow waist. She shuddered in pain as the 
leering Biology teacher began to move his fingers around inside the now 
slightly expanding hole, sawing in and out, stretching the tiny anus for the 
greater entry yet to come. 

Jessica's face began to register astonishment as the torturous pain from the 
unnatural invasion in her backside began to fade and be replaced by a 
strange, almost masochistic pleasure as a sense of oddly-appealing 
subjugation swept over her. Her mouth opened and she began to breathe 
heavily as the two fingers skewered ceaselessly into her anus, stretching 
the tiny wrinkled opening until she grunted out a confused mixture of 
pleasure and pain each time Tighe twisted his hand. The beautiful blonde 
started to writhe in total surrender to the cruel probing. 

As abruptly as he had driven the fingers in, the panting, middle-aged man 
withdrew them from her stretched rectum. They seemed to slip out 
reluctantly, the moist brown skin around her anus clasping greedily to the 
body digits until at last they popped out with a slight sucking sound. Tighe 
paused to force her legs wider apart with his knees, then his head dove down 
between Jessica's parted ass-cheeks to lick wetly at the crevice between 
them, moistening the tiny puckered opening with his saliva. 

"Grab my cock," the Biology teacher snapped from behind her, "and put it 
where I told you before." 

The gorgeous teacher's hand moved hesitantly back to tentatively stroke 
Tighe's rock-hard cock and she heard him gasp as she wrapped her slim 
fingers around it experimentally. Her mind was torn with indecision as she 
realized fearfully that the fleshy rod was thicker than two fingers and she 
remembered the excruciating pain she had suffered just a few moments ago. 

"Goddamit, bitch, put it in your asshole!" the wildly-aroused man snarled 
again, his hands grasping harshly at her hips to hold them steady in the 
air. "Do as I tell you!" 

Submitting to the cold command, Jessica held her breath and fearfully placed 
the blunt tip of the rigid prick against the tight, hairless opening in her 
backside. She trembled apprehensively as she felt the rod of lust-hardened 
flesh probing and working against her small puckered anus as the Biology 
teacher grunted and strained forward against her captive body. The rampant 
prick was slowly wedging itself into the tiny, helplessly cringing aperture 
and the beautiful blonde clenched her eyes tightly shut as the straining 
nether ring suddenly gave way before the pressure and the swollen cock-head 
slipped inside her rectum with a slight audible pop. 

"Oh God, noooooo! It's too big! You're killing me!" she burst out in an 
anguished cry as a spasm of unbearable pain followed the sudden unnatural 
entry. Jessica struggled and writhed, trying to free herself from the agony 
of the sudden penetration that vibrated through every fiber of her being but 
her insane quivering served merely to drive the fiery pole of flesh deep and 
deeper into her belly. 

"Push back, damn you! Shove your ass back!" Tighe growled furiously as he 
pressed on with his sadistic attack on Jessica's cringing buttocks. 

In her tortured distraction Jessica automatically obeyed the other teacher's 
authoritative command and when she deliberately opened her tightly-clenched 
buttocks, the long gleaming cock surged mercilessly into the spongy 
resilient flesh of her ass as the panting man behind her pressed forward 
with all his strength. 

"Aaaaaaaaaggggggh! Nooooooooo!" the beautiful teacher groaned, her face 
twisting in pain as his pelvis smacked loudly against the softness of her 
twin white buttocks. The cruel fleshy thickness was buried to the hilt in 
her painfully fisted passage. She was hopelessly impaled on the Biology 
teacher's long, throbbing cock. 

Leering like a demon down at the sight of his hefty prick imbedded deep in 
the trembling body of the exquisite blonde teacher, the gasping middle-aged 
Tighe began to saw rhythmically in and out of the pink inflamed passage, 
ignoring the piteous sobs of pain that escaped from Jessica's tortured lips. 
He pistoned into her warm velvety rectum with hard cruel thrusts, 
delightedly watching the raw pink flesh that followed that hard-flicking 
cock out of the backstroke as though her anus were fighting his prick's 
withdrawal. Then, without warning, the anguished beauty began to squirm back 
to meet the skewering lunges of the impaling member. 

Jessica felt the pain miraculously lessening, a weird kind of pleasure 
taking its place, and she shook her head from side to side, her golden locks 
flying wildly around her face as he rammed into her again and again. Her 
anal muscles tightened throbbingly around the long, slippery length powering 
in and out of her stretched rear passage and she began to undulate her 
buttocks in tight tiny circles, waving the full-rounded cheeks of her soft 
white ass back at Tighe in open invitation for more of the unnatural 
skewering. Even though some trace of the pain still remained, it was 
strangely pleasurable and she found herself thrusting and squirming back to 
get more and more of the obscene impalement each time the gasping man jerked 
forward into her. 

Standing behind her, the paunchy man watched in ecstatic delight as his 
thick cock pushed and pulled at the stretched pink flesh of Jessica's 
clasping asshole. He began a series of brutal strokes that drove his 
pulsating member plunging all the way up to the hilt in the helplessly 
moaning teacher's wide-split crevice, filling her insides almost to bursting 
point. Her full white breasts jiggled sensuously against the wooden table 
with each pounding lunge and his balls smacked rhythmically against her cunt 
below, bringing further mewlings of pleasure from between her tightly 
clenched teeth. 

Sweat beaded Jessica's forehead as she ground back on the pistoning cock 
like an insane woman, bucking and writhing her body beneath his assault. 
"Oh, fuck it, fuck it," she chanted deliriously as the Biology teacher 
pressed tightly against her soft buttocks and rotated the blunt head around 
and around deep inside her rectum. 

Her obvious surrender added to Tighe's excitement and in a sadistic effort 
to tease the beautiful woman, he pulled his imbedded cock almost all the way 
out of her rectum until just the mushroom-shaped tip rested inside the hot 
passage, then grinned as he saw her try to squirm back on its rigid length. 

But the spectacle inflamed his own lust as well and with a hoarse groan, he 
pulled her ass cheeks wider apart and drove his pelvis into her smooth 
yielding behind with a jarring vicious smack. He began to ram rapidly into 
her, hard and deep, battering into her quivering backside with brutal slaps 
that resounded through the empty classroom. His sweating face dripped on her 
lovely hollowing back, making it glisten in the steely afternoon light. He 
had now completely lost control of his obscene lust and he felt his cock 
expanding in the warmth of Jessica's stretched rectum. His balls began to 
throb almost painfully and his hardened prick felt as though it were about 
to explode in the rubbery tight grip of the gorgeous woman's vise-like back 
passage. 

Below him, Jessica was mumbling and whimpering incoherently and he increased 
the speed and power of his strokes until the table she was leaning over 
began to slip across the floor with every brain-rattling lunge. 

The beautiful blonde waved her ass salaciously back against his pounding 
loins, wanting him to cum. She wanted him to shoot his great load of 
seething creamy liquid deep into her belly. She could feel a great wetness 
in the crevice of her writhing ass and there was no longer any of the former 
pain, but only a lovely feeling of being' filled, filled more completely 
than she had ever been before. She bucked frantically back against the huge 
cock as she felt it throb into an even greater size, straining the ravaged 
muscles of her forever-stretched ass-hole almost beyond endurance. 

"Oh cum, cum! My God, cum!" she grunted urgently as she felt him thrust the 
total expanded measure of his rock-hard, hammering penis into her hot 
rubbery rectum, his body jerking convulsively, his hands tearing at her 
flesh in wild abandon. 

Jessica suddenly heard the laboring man gasp and groan behind her as he 
slammed the iron-hard length of his prick into her contracting, velvety 
rectum, causing her to whine in a delirium of joy. He did it again, roughly 
pulling her back onto him like fitting a tight sleeve on an oversized arm, 
then rotated the throbbing lust-inflated cock-head deep in her rectum again. 
She mewled with delight. Then, the boiling lava of his milky sperm began to 
churn wildly in his swaying balls and, with one last tremendous thrust, he 
crashed heavily into her softly yielding buttocks, flattening the smooth 
globes of flesh hard back against his pelvis. 

Beneath his writhing body, Jessica suddenly felt the first delicious 
torrents of his hot white liquid erupt into the depths of her belly. Its 
warmth spread through her stomach and surged through her blossoming nerve 
ends like a volcanic eruption, gush after gush, touching off her own climax. 
She thrust her face deep into her anus to muffle her scream as a great surge 
of animal ecstasy rippled through her and she felt her own milky cum fluids 
streaming from her open cunt below, trickling down her naked inner thighs to 
mix with the sperm that had oozed out around the-still hotly squirting penis 
imbedded in her liquid flooded rectum. 

Then she slowly collapsed over the table as she felt the Biology teacher 
begin to withdraw his deflating cock from her sperm-filled behind. There was 
a wet sucking noise as it slipped out from between the full white globes of 
her buttocks and a sudden rush of air cooled the steamy wetness of her 
ravaged loins as she moved exhaustedly from the table and slid back down 
into one of the classroom's wooden chairs. 

A moment later, when the beautiful blonde looked up at the middle-aged 
teacher, she saw that he was calmly wiping his now-limp penis with a 
handkerchief he had pulled from his pants pocket, a smug smile of 
satisfaction brightening his flushed face. She stared at him for a long 
time, her vision still blurred by her slowly-receding passion, but reality 
was relentlessly returning, bringing with it the harsh ugliness of her 
situation. 

As complete realization of what had just happened to her returned to the 
ravaged English teacher, she jumped up from the chair and quickly strode 
over to the table on which she had left her clothing. Cold-eyed and silent, 
she hurriedly began to cover her battered and beautiful body, pausing only 
wide furiously at the sticky streaks of drying cum fluids that striped the 
insides of her thighs. She did not look again in Tighe's direction until she 
was completely dressed and had run a comb through her tousled blonde hair. 
When at last she turned around to face him again, she saw with relief that 
the man had at least donned his trousers while she was dressing and he was 
now just zipping up his trouser fly. 

"Well, Mr. Tighe, now do you think that you could help me deal with the 
boys?" she inquired with as much haughty dignity as she could muster. "Don't 
care how you do it, but I want you to make sure that they never say a word 
about yesterday afternoon to anybody." 

The still-flushed and panting Biology teacher's eyebrows shot up in wry 
amusement as he heard Jessica's demands. His expression changed to an evil 
smile and he shook his head. "I'm afraid you misunderstood me, Mrs. Davis. 
That wasn't what I meant when I offered you help. However, I can offer you 
some advice." 

"Advice?" Jessica asked in unfeigned astonishment. "Are you telling me that 
after all this, you're not going to use your influence with those youngsters 
to protect me?" The fact that she felt cruelly used was obvious in her 
expression of confusion and disappointment. 

"My dear woman, I can't safely involve myself with a thing like this. It 
could ruin my career," he answered casually, smoothly. Then his smile faded 
and he added briskly, "However, here's my advice. You'd better leave the 
school, and the state for that matter, as fast as you can. And don't expect 
to teach again. You know it's impossible to keep a thing like that quiet." 

"Leave? Leave the school? Is that all you can say?" she sputtered, barely 
holding back the angry sobs of mortification that rose to her throat. "But 
you . . . I let you . . . oh God, in my . . . " 

Not waiting to see if the disgusting man had anything more to say, the 
beautiful teacher grabbed her purse and coat and rushed from his classroom 
and the school building. She had been duped and blackmailed for the second 
time in two days and now she, the victim, was being forced to run away 
before she was prosecuted for her shame and humiliation. 

But after the initial anger, Jessica found to her surprise that she was no 
longer angry, she wanted to leave. After the humiliating experiences of the 
last two days, there was nothing here that she wanted. 

She would leave tomorrow and start anew, and this time, the start would be a 
lasting one! 


THE END
