The Hungry Teacher
by Annie March
(LLP-738)


CHAPTER I 

Peter Benson looked out of the window of his second story bedroom window and 
watched his shapely brunette history teacher ascend the steps before the 
main building. She really did have a good-looking body, full high-set 
melon-like tits, slender waist, tight ripely rounded ass cheeks and long 
sensuous legs. And her face was pretty too. 

She had what you call doe eyes. But that wasn't quite accurate either 
because there was in them another quality, a quality Peter Benson couldn't 
even have defined a fear, perhaps even desperation. And it was perhaps that 
as much as her over-zealous attitude to the class she taught, which 
convinced Peter that Miss Taylor wanted, secretly at least, something she 
wasn't getting. 

"Man, would you look at that ass!" 

Peter Benson took a deep drag from his cigarette and blew smoke out the 
window, his eyes riveted on the sensuous brunette making her way down the 
sidewalk below toward the main class buildings. The handsome fifteen year 
old boy sighed, then looked back at his friend Jimmy Dawson, who sat in the 
straight-backed chair before Peter's study desk. 

"Yeah," Jimmy said. "Miss Taylor's a hell of a good-looking woman." 

Peter took another drag of his cigarette, silent for a moment, and then 
asked thoughtfully, "I wonder if she ever gets laid?" 

Jimmy blinked with obvious relish at the mere thought. "She must. A sexy 
dame like her. And she's twenty-five. Hell, she must get laid by somebody." 

"I wonder," said Peter. "Somehow I find it hard to believe a broad could be 
so uptight about class work and old Greek history and stuff as Miss 

Taylor is if she was getting her fair share of cock." 

"Well, she's a history teacher," said Jimmy. "History teachers are supposed 
to be interested in old things and everything." 

"Maybe you're right," said Peter, snuffing his cigarette out on the 
windowsill. "But I still think she's sexually hung-up. I think that's why 
she's so hard on us in class." 

"But why would such a good-looking dame as Miss Taylor be hung-up?" 

"She'd get hung-up if she didn't get any sex. And I don't think Miss Taylor 
gets any." 

"I don't know," Jimmy Dawson said with a sigh. "I just wish I could figure 
out what I'm going to write for that stupid paper she assigned us to turn in 
next week. It's hard enough for a guy like me to write a passable paper when 
the teacher tells you exactly what she wants it to be about. But this 
business of telling you to write anything you want, in any form, about any 
historical subject that interests you just leaves a guy with the damned near 
impossible problem of trying to guess what might interest her. And I can't 
write worth a shit anyway." 

"I can't either," said Peter. "But sure as hell I know what I'd do if I 
could write." 

"What's that?" 

Peter turned slowly back from the window, looking intently across the room 
at his friend. "I'd write the dirtiest report you ever saw." 

Jimmy was silent for a long time. But Peter could see that the idea, which 
he'd been mulling over secretly in his mind ever since Miss Taylor had first 
given them the assignment, stuck his friend as being a good one. 

"Why don't you do it!" Jimmy asked finally. "Why don't you just go ahead and 
write a historical pornographic report anyway and see what she does with 
it?" 

Peter shook his head. "It wouldn't work. I can't write. And you know what 
Miss Taylor thinks about bad writing. If I wrote her a bad dirty story, 
she'd come down on me really hard. It'd have to be a good one or it wouldn't 
work." 

Jimmy nodded slowly. "I guess you're right." 

Then both boys listened attentively as the sound of footsteps appeared 
outside in the dormitory hall. They grew louder, then there was the sound of 
the door opening to the adjoining room. Peter knew from the expression on 
his friends' face that Jimmy was thinking the same thing he was. 

"It would never work," Jimmy said after a moment, shaking his head. "Willy 
would never do it." 

"How do you know?" 

"He just doesn't have the guts, man," said Jimmy. "And besides, he wouldn't 
even know how to write a story like that. He may be a good writer, but he 
doesn't know the first thing about sex. I don't think he's even kissed a 
girl." 

"That doesn't matter," said Peter. "It's like Miss Taylor was telling us the 
other day about writing a history paper. Just keep your facts straight and 
present them in an organized fashion." 

"So what?" 

"Well, with out help, Willy Green should be able to write a great fuck 
story." 

"Fucking through the ages!" 

Jimmy pondered this for a moment, then shrugged. "All right, what the hell? 
I really would like to see the look on Miss Taylor's face after she reads it 
if we can get him to write it, that is." 

"He'll write it," Peter said with conviction. 

* * * 

Anissa Taylor let the thin robe slip lightly from her near naked body. 
Beneath it she wore nothing but a pair of flimsy near transparent panties, 
and she was unable to resist the temptation to turn and glance briefly at 
the unconcealed curves of her naked flesh reflected in the 
three-quarter-length dresser mirror. 

Anissa knew that although she was almost twenty-six years old she still had 
the body of a maturing teenage girl, and even if she were often repulsed by 
the kind of attention she attracted from men, she couldn't help being 
secretly proud at times like this times when she was alone, protected in the 
solitude of her own apartment. The young dark-haired history teacher stared 
intently at her soft milk-white reflection, gently illuminated by the shaded 
lamp which lit her bedroom, letting her gaze drop slowly down from her 
sultry pouty-lipped face to her soft round shoulders, then descend gradually 
lower over the voluptuous swells of her nipple-peaked breasts, her slender 
girlish waist and long shapely thighs. 

Then, suddenly ashamed of her narcissism, she turned abruptly away and 
walked quickly over to the closet in the corner of the room. She took out 
the short transparent nightie she was accustomed to be sleeping in in the 
warm weather of the spring and summer, and slipped the panty-length gown 
over her shoulders, then returned to the bed and flicked on the reading 
lamp. 

Anissa was in a strange mood tonight, for some reason, certainly not a 
proper mood for grading papers. But she'd made the assignment, and now the 
grading had to be done. The still half-naked brunette sat down cross-legged 
on the bed atop the covers, leaned over the edge to extract a stack of 
papers from the folder that rested on the floor, then took out the red 
grading pencil she always kept handy in her nightstand drawer. The teasing 
friction of the thin material of the nightie causing her naked nipples to 
swell to tingling rigidity, she straightened back up and spread the papers 
out on the bed before her. Automatically her eyes sought out the cover sheet 
with Willy Green's name in the upper right hand corner, and though she'd 
only sought it out of curiosity, intending to save what she expected would 
be the only really interesting report for the last, she was now unable to 
resist reaching for it immediately as she saw the astonishing title. 

It was a report called, of all things, "Slave Girls of Ancient Rome". The 
mere title had a strange ring, contrary to anything Anissa might have 
conceivably expected to receive from Willy Green, and in spite of herself 
Anissa was compelled to turn back the cover sheet. Then, as she read the 
first sentence, she began to realize that the vague suspicions she'd 
experienced upon seeing the title had not been unfounded. 

The Roman Empire was the largest empire of the ancient comprising most of 
the then known world. The roll of the slave was very important to the 
development of the empire. This report concerned the everyday life of one 
such slave girl in the Roman Empire from her childhood in a small village in 
Thrace to the final conquest of her spirit in Rome. 

Following swiftly upon the sentence, which instantly gripped Anissa's 
attention, as much with fear as curiosity about what was to come was a vivid 
and shocking description of the slave girl, Liana's body. And skillfully 
interwoven with the physical description was an account of the duties the 
young slave girl did: Rigorously watched over by a cruel older slave, the 
young slave girl spent her nights locked in a small cell in the cellar of a 
rich Roman's mansion, situated apparently somewhere near Capva. The young 
slave girl had developed the habit of waiting at her cell window at night 
for a young slave who tended to the garden. He, in turn, became accustomed 
to stopping and watching her for extended periods of time. 

It wasn't really a history report, it was a short story placed in the 
ancient city of Rome, and were it not for Willy's skillful handling, his 
weaving of historical fact with fiction, it would not have belonged in her 
class. The narration was exposed in a fragmented account of Liana's simple 
and unevaluating thought processes, combining the exposition of her 
relationship with the gardener and the development of the character of her 
older overseer and lecherous masters, with a terse and simple accounting of 
the trivial duties of her day-to-day existence evolving smoothly into sexual 
drama. Anissa was flabbergasted when the young gardener slave eventually got 
drunk one night and made his way through the cellars to Liana's cell to slip 
inside and have sex with the unresisting girl. 

She had expected nothing else, but the explicitness of the scene, and the 
oral rape the young virile slave subjected the unresisting girl to was 
almost more than Anissa could handle. Yet in spite of all her shock and 
indignation, the young History teacher could not put the story down. She 
read breathlessly through the description of their shattering climax, the 
capture of the young gardener by the cruel overseer, the chilling threat of 
castration, the horrible rape of the young slave girl by the overseer and 
Liana's subsequent transfer to the upper floors of the mansion to be at the 
command and mercy of her Roman master and his guest, her body becoming the 
vessel for their own lewd desires. 

With trembling hands Anissa gathered up the rest of the papers from her bed 
and stacked them carelessly on the nightstand. She was absolutely 
flabbergasted. She didn't know when she'd ever read anything so shocking in 
her life and she could hardly imagine how Willy Green could have written it 
or that the normally shy and sensitive youngster could possess the audacity 
to present something of this nature to his freshman history teacher. 

Slowly Anissa's eyes returned to the stapled manuscript which still rested 
on the bed before her bare, crossed legs. Shocked and upset as she was, she 
had to admit that it was well-written and skillfully handled. She could even 
concede it contained a grain of historical significance. But those factors 
hardly seemed important now. Nor was it the quality of the writing that had 
seized the attention of the now almost distraught brunette History teacher. 
That was the worst part of it all her own reaction. Anissa couldn't remember 
when she had been so gripped by a written report, but her interest during 
the reading had not been in the historical merit of the story, if that 
indeed existed, but in the sheer sexual tension. Somehow she had identified 
with the beautiful but simpleminded heroine. 

In spite of her intelligence and her considerable education, the young 
history teacher often felt herself strangely similar to the girl Willy had 
written about, vulnerable and helpless in much the same way, emotionally 
forever a child. Slowly Anissa extended her legs out straight on the bed, 
leaving them still wide apart so that Willy's manuscript rested between her 
thighs. Then, becoming suddenly aware of the vague but nonetheless 
disturbing symbolism implicit in this, she quickly seized the manuscript and 
placed it atop the others on the nightstand beside the bed. 

Her eyes returned to her near-naked body, her gaze moving slowly up the 
sleek contours of her parted thighs to the nearly transparent silk of her 
panties where she could just distinguish the soft dark curls of hair nestled 
invitingly beneath. And the forbidden glimpse of her own thinly protected 
pussy caused in her now an acute and striking awareness. Anissa knew that 
she needed a man. It had been a very long time since she'd made love, and 
the lack, not so much of the sex itself, but of the warmth and affection 
every woman demanded, was taking its toll on her own mental state. But the 
relationships Anissa had had with men during the last few years had not been 
at all rewarding. 

In fact, she realized, not a single relationship she'd experienced during 
her adult life had offered what she'd really wanted. Curious as it seemed, 
the only time a man had ever made her really happy had been the very first 
time. And that, of course, hadn't really been a man. It was a young boy, a 
boy she'd been secretly reminded of by Willy Green. Anissa had lost her 
virginity the summer preceding her senior year of high school, when she'd 
been on vacation with her parents at their summer house in the Bahamas. 

The young boy's name was Tim, and how she couldn't even recall his last 
name. Just Tim. It had begun almost as a game, and strangely, the thing that 
had made it so fascinating was that it had happened right under Anissa's 
stern father's nose. 

Tim was English and was just a year older than Anissa. He was visiting his 
grandparents, who owned the house just down the beach from Anissa's father's 
place, and he'd taken to coming over and spending a lot of time with her. At 
first she'd tolerated his presence only because she was bored. She had a 
boyfriend at home, but the fact . was that in those days she wasn't really 
interested in boys. It seemed they only wanted one thing sex. And they had 
the crudest way of going after it. As she learned from subsequent 
unfulfilling encounters with Tim, it was only due to circumstances that his 
approach had been different on that first fateful night. 

Anissa's parents had suggested that she invite Tim to dinner, and after the 
meal her dad had insisted on supplying entertainment for the young guest in 
the most corny fatherly fashion. 

When they'd finished eating and the table had been cleared, a screen was set 
up in the living room and Mr. Taylor insisted on showing home movies, made 
two years previously when Anissa was just emerging from the age of puberty 
and starting to show clear hints of the development of her voluptuous 
womanly figure. Anissa was so embarrassed she could have died. She felt 
compelled to compensate, to attract Tim's attention from what was going on 
on the screen, and the only way she could think of at the time to do that 
was to slide her chair very close to his, and snuggle her shoulder against 
his in the semi-darkness. A few moments later she was almost shocked out of 
her mind when Tim made his first hesitant move. 

Even now Anissa could remember every detail, and she could hardly quell the 
rush of excitement that surged through her body at the lurid recollection. 
As over the screen flashed the full color motion photos of herself and her 
young cousin Barry trying to learn to dive off a diving board and appearing 
for all the world like a couple of insane clowns as they took their repeated 
falls and belly flops. Tim put his hand on her knee. At first she thought 
little of it, and as a matter-of-fact had assumed he was attempting to 
console her in her moment of embarrassment. 

Then she was petrified with a combination of shock and the sheer teasing 
sensation of Tim's hand beginning to move higher up her thigh. Anissa was 
already a very voluptuous girl at seventeen. And she had secretly enjoyed 
showing off her body at that time. Her father objected, but not too 
blatantly, and that night she had been dressed in one of the shortest and 
most revealing mini outfits she owned. Her gold-tanned thighs were exposed 
halfway up to her panties when she stood straight up, and in her present 
seating position, the hem of the skirt had worked its way up almost to the 
well-defined clefts at the bottom of her tightly rounded ass cheeks. 

The sensitive flesh of her inner thighs was almost completely exposed to 
Tim's bold touch, and the fact that her legs were concealed under the dining 
table and the tablecloth gave the young boy virtually absolute freedom to do 
whatever he wished there as long as Anissa didn't vocally protest. And the 
eighteen year old boy took full advantage of his opportunity. As Anissa 
squirmed nervously in her seat, the youngster trailed his hand slowly down 
to the back of her knee, his finger gently stroking the sensitive skin of 
that erogenous zone. Then, perhaps encouraged by the fact that Anissa had 
been too surprised to protest, he slowly moved his hand up the inside of her 
quivering thighs. 

The astonished seventeen year old girl jerked her head quickly around to 
stare in the direction of her father, who sat at the opposite side of the 
oblong dining room table, his back almost directly to them, as he faced the 
screen. Then as Tim paused, his hand midway up between her knees and her 
panties, resting motionless on the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, 
Anissa turned to look angrily at him. But something in Tim's expression 
tamed the reproach in her own eyes. She saw that he was just as nervous 
about what he was doing as she was shocked, and it seemed almost as if he 
was asking her permission before going further. And when she made no further 
protest, he did just that. It was everything Anissa could do to silence the 
low moan that rose in her throat as Tim's hand trailed softly upward between 
her sensitive thighs. She had petted in the back seats of cars before, and 
she'd allowed her boyfriend at home to feel her breasts on the outside of 
her blouse once. That had eventually led him to put his hands between her 
thighs; in fact, from the outside of her skintight jeans he'd actually 
touched her pussy. But that had been a crude sudden move, and this subtle 
approach was completely different. 

Tim's caress was so light, so hesitant, that it almost tickled. And the 
movement of his hand, which literally crept along the suddenly straining 
inner tendon of one of her thighs toward the tight leg band of her panties, 
was so slow, so compelling, that she found herself wishing in spite of 
everything that he would move faster. Then she gasped aloud as Tim's middle 
finger finally reached one of the narrow elastic leg-bands of her panties 
and pulled it aside to brush softly through the first circling strands of 
her soft virginal cuntal hair. And as Anissa's father looked around 
suddenly, Tim jerked his hand quickly away. But instead of the relief at 
being rescued from the boy's bold advances which she should have 
experienced, her only sensation was a sudden gnawing frustration, unlike 
anything she'd ever experienced in her life. 

"Oh Daddy!" the seventeen year old virgin managed, realizing she had to 
avert his attention immediately. "I just hate to watch these stupid home 
movies. I'm so embarrassed." 

Her quick thinking eased her father's suspicions, and he slowly shifted back 
around to return his attention to the screen. The confused girl waited 
breathlessly for a moment, her own eyes also riveted on the screen, then she 
turned her gaze slowly back to Tim, who watched her expectantly, 
questioningly, almost pleadingly. Anissa didn't think she had ever been so 
mixed up in her life as she was at that moment. 

The brief contact of Tim's hand on the sensitive warmth of her naked inner 
thighs had caused a sensation to stir in her pussy that she never 
experienced before. And the fact that her father was sitting just across the 
table from her, making it impossible for her even to express for the 
forbidden sensation more urgent. She hesitated for a moment, however, 
knowing what she was about to do was an invitation to disaster. 

Yet even the danger beckoned her, and at last she couldn't resist a faint 
nod of her head, a fleeting, inviting smile. Tim's hand trembled as it came 
back into contact with her thigh. She could see the apprehension in his 
expression, and she knew her young friend must be experiencing very much the 
same kind of forbidden delight as she, and she couldn't resist offering him 
a smile of encouragement as his hand repeated the slow teasing movement back 
up toward her tight-fitting bikini panties. She felt a little tingle dart 
down her spine, and it was everything she could do to hold still as Tim's 
middle finger stroked again along the tense inner tendon of her thigh and 
once more began to work the narrow crotch band of her panties aside. Then as 
the young boy's fingers brushed again through the softly curling strands of 
hair that lined the sensitive lips of her pussy, Anissa had the forethought 
to stifle a second gasp beneath another exclamation of protest at what her 
father was showing on the screen. 

She tensed as Tim's finger brushed higher and found shocking contact with 
the moistened slit of her cunt. Anissa had never felt anything like it. She 
had touched herself there; she had even masturbated periodically since she 
was fifteen. But that didn't compare with this. There was a sudden maddening 
flutter in her loins, and her heart started pounding furiously. Though she 
couldn't understand why, her nipples had suddenly swollen hard and tingled 
maddeningly from their contact with the thin material of her brassiere. 

Her whole body felt on fire and there was nothing she could do about it. She 
couldn't even acknowledge the shattering lust that had suddenly consumed her 
because of her father's presence just across the table. And that somehow 
made the experience all the more delicious. Anissa had no idea how long her 
ordeal that night had gone on. 

As Tim's finger began to stroke and massage more boldly up and down the 
quivering slit of her tenderly moist virginal cunt, the sensation finally 
became too much for her and again she moaned aloud. 

Her father looked back; Tim snatched his hand away, and once more she had 
diverted her father's attention by pretending to gasp at another of her 
screen spills, this time on the ice of a skating rink in a movie filmed 
somewhat later than the first one they had seen. This time, she seized Tim's 
hand and placed it back between her thighs, using her own finger to pull the 
crotch band of her panties aside and again expose her yearning pussy to his 
touch. 

By the time her father looked around again, Anissa had been so far gone with 
lust that she felt compelled to clench her thighs tightly together to hold 
Tim's hand between them. She managed a smile, as did Tim, and her father, 
still unsuspecting, turned again to the screen. A few moments later the last 
reel ran, featuring the family's summer vacation in New Providence, and her 
father rose to turn off the projector. 

Now Tim had to take his hand away, and somehow as the young boy thanked 
Anissa's father for dinner and Anissa prepared to walk him back over to his 
grandparent's house, she managed to maintain a semblance of composure. 

She had already made her mind up as to what they were really going to do as 
soon as they got outside. 

 CHAPTER 2 

Anissa took Tim's hand at the door of the house and led him quickly around 
the side and out the back gate and down toward a small deserted section of 
beach, secluded from both the road and the house. The moon had risen, and 
its light reflected in undulating twinkles on the waves of the Caribbean, 
which rolled gently up onto the sand. It was what could have been termed a 
"warm romantic summer night". 

"Tim, I want..." Anissa said in a quivering voice as she stopped and turned 
to face the boy. 

Tim looked back at her nervously, wetting his dry lips with his tongue. "I 
... do too." 

For a moment the two of them stood in silence on the beach, facing each 
other. Then, still holding the young boy's hand, Anissa sank slowly to her 
knees onto the fine dry sand, pulling him gently down with her. She watched 
through narrowed blurring eyes as he leaned hungrily toward her. She felt 
disjointed, as though she weren't all there, as if a part of her, her 
spirit, was somewhere else. Something was happening to her body that she 
couldn't even understand. 

Perhaps even then she hadn't consciously admitted to herself what it was she 
was really planning to do. Perhaps her decision to let Tim go all the way, 
if he would, was still more a fantasy than a conscious determination. Then 
she sighed softly as Tim's lips covered hers, his tongue moving hesitantly 
between her teeth into the warmth and wetness of her mouth. 

She'd never kissed him before, and she couldn't help but be somewhat 
surprised at his ability. Most of the boys she went out with kissed too 
aggressively, but Tim was gentle, refined or perhaps she would come to 
believe later, it was only her own lust-crazed state of mind that made her 
respond so favorably. Anissa moaned softly as she felt Tim's hand move up 
the sensitive flesh of her neck, then drop slowly to her shoulder and slide 
between their bodies to gently caress the straining fullness of her soft 
young breasts from the outside of her thin cotton dress. She was wearing but 
the flimsiest brassiere, and the vibrantly sensual mounds of her breasts 
were hardly protected at all. Her taut little nipples tingled maddeningly 
from the teasing contact, and a spontaneous little shiver passed through her 
body. 

"Oh, Tim," she whispered softly as the trembling young boy moved his lips 
away from hers and began to kiss and lick along her neck and flick his 
tongue wetly over the sensitive lobe of her ear. She squirmed deeply on the 
sand as he shifted his position, sliding up closer to her on his knees so 
that his thighs brushed hard against hers and she could feel the swelling 
erection in his trousers pressing hard up against the soft forbidden flesh 
of her pussy from the outside of her skirt. 

She groaned aloud as he reached down into the top of her dress with his hand 
to tweak his finger right over the hard swollen bud of one of her tingling 
little nipples. Anissa felt her breathing hasten involuntarily as the little 
wisps of forbidden pleasure began to course relentlessly through the soft 
curves of her flesh. She knew she was in a dangerously susceptible state. 
The long teasing build-up as he played with her thighs and her pussy beneath 
the dining room table as the rest of the family watched the home movies on 
the screen they'd set up had almost driven her out of her mind. 

She was tense, her body taut, and the tweaking of the excited boy's finger 
over her unprotected nipple-bud and the continued pressure of his legs 
against her thighs caused a fluttering far up in her stomach that she 
couldn't deny. 

"Anissa," Tim breathed gustily into her ear, his hand massaging hard over 
the ripeness of her young ripe breast. "I've never done it. I never have, 
but..." 

"I never have either," Anissa almost sobbed as she felt the young boy's 
hands begin to fumble nervously with the zipper at the back of her dress. 

"Then let's do it," he croaked. 

"I don't know," Anissa said, shaking her head, her mental processes now in a 
maze of contradictions in the delirium of her newly discovered lust. 

Again Tim kissed her on the mouth, then drew back to look pleadingly into 
her face. "Do you want to? I know you want to." 

"Yes," Anissa gasped. "Yes, I want to, but..." 

Then her body almost went limp as in a sudden quick motion Tim pulled the 
zipper apart all the way down her back to the little dimples at the top of 
her tightly rounded ass cheeks. She gasped, unable to resist as Tim drew 
back just far enough to enable himself to pull the short sleeves of her 
mini-dress down off her shoulders and arms. Then a shudder of mingled fear 
and anticipation shook her body as he suddenly pulled the top half of the 
dress down and quickly unsnapped her brassiere to expose to his gaze the 
complete nakedness of both her high set, lustfully heaving young breasts. 
Then, as Tim hugged her unprotected body back to his, further tingles of 
undeniable pleasure surged relentlessly over the trembling teenage flesh. 

Her eyes were watering and in the darkness her vision was blurred. The need 
was now like a ball of fire in her young virginal pussy, a forbidden want 
that had to be quenched. She knew what she had let Tim do to her while they 
were watching the movies was wrong. If her father had the slightest idea 
this was happening he would be furious, he would never forgive her. But she 
couldn't stop herself. She wanted Tim. She needed him. And somehow it was 
almost as this moment as if she loved him. With a soft whimper, the 
half-naked seventeen year old girl let Tim push her back into a reclining 
position on the smooth cool sand of the beach. 

He moved forward, pressing his body even more tightly to hers, his chest 
crushing down against her nakedly swollen breasts. Her short skirt had 
worked almost up to her panties and the bulging erection in her young 
friend's trousers prodded threateningly at the soft smooth flesh of her 
inner thighs. Now, in spite of Tim's youth, his cock felt enormous, and she 
couldn't see how she could take it up inside her, between her legs. The mere 
thought filled her with fear, yet the fear was tempered by an even more 
profound sensation of need. Then Anissa shivered as Tim dropped his lips to 
the exposed white skin of one of her shoulders, trailing his tongue in a 
searing path down the rise of the naked mound of one breast, flicking it 
softly over the sensitively swollen little bud of her nipple, causing her 
whole body to contort in a spasm of delight. 

"Oh! Oh, Tim!" the girl moaned, her whole body coming even more wildly to 
life at the wanton lust surging out of control through her as the young boy 
snuggled his face into the voluptuously deep valley between her straining 
young breasts. Then he took the other nipple in his mouth, his tongue 
tweaking it to even more sensitive hardness, his teeth nibbling gently with 
a mingling of pain and pleasure that caused Anissa to cry out. Then another 
almost violent shudder wracked her body as Tim's hand moved lower, seizing 
the hem of her short skirt and pulling it completely up over her tight 
bikini panties to bunch it in a small bundle around her waist. 

She lay motionless, stricken to immobility with the combination of fear and 
desire as Tim slipped his middle finger back up inside the tight elastic leg 
band, brushing it teasingly through the softly curling hair that fringed her 
moistened cunt lips, searching slowly until his finger found even more 
wildly arousing contact with the moistened little pink slit itself. 

Her nearly exposed ass twitched spasmodically as Tim began to stroke up and 
down her pulsing cuntal slit, and a deeply strained moan rose in her throat 
as it suddenly brushed right over the little bud of her clitoris at the top 
of the forbidden pussy orifice. 

"Oh! Oh God!" the near-naked teen-age girl wailed in delirious ecstasy, her 
whole body jerking frenziedly from the raw sensation as Tim's finger began 
to tweak swiftly back and forth over her sensitive little clitoris. It was 
too much. It was like nothing she'd ever known. The intensity of feeling, 
the consuming need rendered all else trivial and unimportant. She had to 
have Tim. She had to have his cock inside her, even if it hurt. She had to 
be fucked at least this one time in her life, even if it was wrong. 
Surrendering suddenly to all the emotion and passion building up in her body 
and mind, Anissa reached down desperately, thrusting her hand between her 
own half-exposed loins and Tim's thighs to find the zipper of his trousers. 

Her breath coming in slow deep gasps, she pulled the zipper downwards and 
undid the snap at the top of the trousers, then reached inside Tim's jockey 
shorts to brush them aside and suddenly expose the hard-throbbing shaft of 
his boyish cock. She felt him twitch and squirm excitedly above her, felt 
the erect, hot rod of flesh spring as if in an excitement of its own in her 
hand. She heard Tim groan, sensed the deep inner shudder coursing through 
his body as she began to slowly work her fingers up and down along the 
straining cockshaft. And then she reached the point where she knew she could 
wait no longer. 

"Take my panties off, Tim!" Anissa gasped, suddenly desperate with her 
undeniable need. "Take my panties off and make love to me, Tim. Fuck me, 
Tim." 

Anissa arched her hips up in the sand as Tim seized the elastic waistband at 
the top of her panties and pulled them slowly down off her tightly rounded 
buttocks and her softly-haired little pussy. She jerked eagerly at his hard 
flexing cock, spreading her legs out wide and arching her loins invitingly 
upward as he lowered his body back between them. 

As the hard bulbous head of his boy cock was inserted up between her 
quivering pussy lips, she shuddered, suddenly gripped with terror. But Tim 
couldn't wait. He thrust eagerly forward, and she cried out with the sudden 
blinding pain of his cock penetrating her. Her mind blanked for a moment, 
she thought she would surely die from the sheer shattering sensation. Yet 
even then, far up in her violated loins, she felt the first beginning 
twitches of the obliterating orgasm that would be soon to come. 

* * * 

As Anissa's middle finger suddenly found shocking contact with the already 
hotly pulsing bud of her clitoris, the raw electric sensation of the present 
snapped her out of her reverie. Her eyes opened wide, the young History 
teacher lifted her head up from the pillow to stare in utter shock down the 
length of her scarcely concealed body. She hadn't even realized what she was 
doing. She'd been so caught up in recollection of the first time she'd made 
love, that she'd almost believed it was happening now. She'd been completely 
eluded by what she now suddenly grasped, the whole time she had been 
obscenely caressing and massaging herself. And as she had dreamed that Tim 
was finally lowering his body between her thighs, inserting the naked head 
of his cock between the trembling lips of her cunt, she'd thrust her own 
hand down inside her panties as if in preparation to simulate that entry 
with her own middle finger. Then as Anissa flicked her finger unconsciously 
lower along the softly pulsing slit of her pussy, she moaned audibly at the 
sudden titillating tremor of delight that shot warmly out from her loins. My 
God, she thought, what's happening to me? 

Her whole body was brimming with a lust that now seemed equally as desperate 
and unquenchable as that which she'd experienced the fateful night long ago 
when she'd let Tim make love to her. And she had to have some relief. Her 
pussy was throbbing and she knew she would never get any rest as long as she 
felt this way! 

In spite of the fact that the affairs she had had with men in her adult life 
had been short and infrequent, Anissa had not masturbated since she was a 
teenager, and the very thought of doing something like this now filled her 
with revulsion. But she had to. She was compelled. This would have to be an 
exception. It was the only way she could think of to stop that gnawing 
desire that was going to drive her out of her mind if she could find no 
relief. With a gasp of submission, Anissa arched her smoothly rounded 
ass-cheeks up from the bed, urgently pulling the tight-fitting panties down 
off her flaring hips and the length of her slender thighs. Her breath coming 
in strained and hoarse gasps, her breasts rising and falling heavily, she 
pulled the shortie nightgown upward above her waist to completely expose the 
lower part of her body and the soft little triangle of pussy hair that 
nestled so invitingly between her thighs. 

Then she whimpered distantly as her fingers moved back into contact with the 
tiny throbbing bud of her clitoris and once more began to stroke up and down 
the already smoothly moistened lips of her cunt. A surge of guilt welled 
almost parallel to her rising lust as Anissa slowly parted the trembling 
lips of her pussy, spreading the evenly flowing cuntal moisture eagerly up 
and down the glistening slit. Then a shudder went through her loins as her 
middle finger wormed slowly up into the moistly yielding cuntal softness. 
She moaned again, her finger burrowing gradually deeper and her thumb 
rubbing swiftly across the swelling bud of her clitoris as she arched her 
hips upward from the bed and with a grunt sank her finger to the last 
knuckle into the sensitive inner flesh. 

Then, with a deep groan, she surrendered completely to her obscene longing 
and began an urgently writhing undulation of her body on the bed, 
finger-fucking with smooth even strokes in and out of the tightly caressing 
lips of her cunt. A stream of desperate moans and pleadings began to issue 
from her throat as Anissa began to masturbate in earnest. Her eyes and teeth 
were clenched and she thrashed her body wildly as her uncontrollable passion 
began to overcome her. Grunts and whispers of salacious pleasure spewed from 
her parted lips, and her fingers darted swiftly in and out of her sensitive 
cuntal opening. 

Her thumb worked with maddening effect on the throbbing pleasure-button of 
her clitoris, and her face flushed red, breaking out in a shining coat of 
perspiration as she strained, groaning in lust and frustration and working 
her fingers deeper and deeper up into the warmly quivering slit of her 
pussy. A lewd thrill coursed through her as she lifted her head again from 
the pillow, gazing down between the two trembling mounds of her soft cream 
breasts at the perverse picture of her own hand fucking swiftly in and out 
between the widely scissoring softness of her thighs. 

Her body was thrashing savagely on the mattress, her loins thrusting eagerly 
upward to the probing strokes of her fingers. The lips of her pussy flowered 
open to give her even greater access to the warmly yielding inner flesh, and 
the continued maddening strokes of her thumb over the twitching bud of her 
clitoris almost drove her out of her mind with the obscenely rising passion 
that poured through every fiber of her body. Even as she concentrated all 
her physical efforts on the self-inflicted assault on her helpless loins, 
Anissa let her mind drift freely into the reverie that had so delighted and 
tormented her. She remembered the blinding flash of pain as Tim had entered 
her, clumsily, perhaps ruthlessly, in his own urgency disregarding the fact 
that he was hurting her. But the sheer sensation had been like nothing 
Anissa had ever experienced in her life. 

The continued teasing build-up which had begun in the dining room as her 
father subjected the two teenagers to the series of family home movies had 
destroyed all her reservations, and in spite of the pain Anissa had welcomed 
the shocking invasion. She had been ready for it, no matter how much it 
hurt, ready that night as it seemed she had never been able to be ready 
again. Then suddenly the young dark-haired History teacher's naked body 
tensed. She suddenly shuddered, her finger now moving in a staccato rhythm 
in and out of her burning loins. A moment later her body uncoiled even more 
wildly, her legs opening and closing frantically over the finger that still 
moved swiftly in and out of the soft flesh of her pussy. 

She felt the rising tide begin deep in her belly, a spontaneous contortion 
wracking her voluptuously naked flesh as she fought and strained for the 
release she knew was coming. A moment later it happened. The lust-crazed 
brunette moaned in wanton delirium, drawing her fingers almost all the way 
out of her trembling cunt-lips and stroking in a rapid motion over the 
swollen buds of her clitoris to send new and more wanton thrills darting 
from the pulsing flesh out through her even more wildly gyrating body. She 
rubbed her hand swiftly back and forth over the turgidly quivering clitoris, 
sobbing and moaning in frustration as the relief continued to elude her. 
Then, with another moan, she shoved her fingers savagely back into the wetly 
trembling mouth of her cunt as the deep trembling far up inside her loins 
surfaced swiftly, bursting forth in a breath-taking wave of sensation that 
soared through every inch of her nakedly thrashing flesh. 

The lips of her cunt worked and sucked frenziedly at her lewdly fucking 
finger, her breath rasping in short gasps as the sensations jolted over her. 
She sobbed in delirium, wallowing lewdly in her obscene bliss, her finger 
still working frenziedly in and out of the warmly quivering flesh of her 
loins. And as the relief finally poured over her, her mind returned quickly 
from the reverie that had engulfed her. 

Even as she continued to jerk and thrash the shame and humiliation of what 
she was doing almost brought tears to her eyes. Then she let her ass-cheeks 
sink down in exhaustion and slowly drew her finger from between her thighs. 
The sexually spent young teacher gasped to catch her breath, staring sadly 
up at the ceiling as the shocking waves of elation were replaced by the 
devastating waves of guilt. It was Willy Green's fault she had done this 
tonight, she realized, her remorse and anger causing a constricting 
tightness in her throat. It was that damn short story. 

Anissa lay on her back on the bed, naked from the waist down, for another 
minute or two. Then slowly she raised up to a sitting position, turning her 
head to gaze with watery eyes at the stack of reports on the nightstand. 
Then abruptly she shifted about to sit on the edge of the bed, seized her 
red marking pencil, and scrawled a large distinctive "F" over the cover 
sheet of Willy's paper. 

* * * 

Anissa gave her first period class an in-classroom essay test, freeing 
herself to use the time to grade the rest of the papers from the assignment 
she'd given the freshman class last week. She'd been so depressed the night 
before, so filled with guilt and anger at her shameless behavior after 
reading Willy Green's shocking short story that she knew it would not be 
fair to grade the other papers in that state of mind. She might have flunked 
everyone. And even now, with a fitful night's sleep between her and the 
shocking masturbation that had followed her reading of the pornographic 
report, she had a very difficult time concentrating on the papers. 

Customarily Anissa always saved Willy's paper till last. No matter what the 
subject of the assignment, it was usually the only really interesting work 
she received from the freshman class. And actually, she realized, this 
incident was no exception to that rule. Willy's story, appalling as it might 
have been, was well written. With a night's reflection she had to admit 
that. But that didn't alter anything. Anissa was certain she was the victim 
of a cruel joke, and doubted now that Willy was solely responsible for it. 
Someone must have put the idea in his head. She was going to make her 
feelings about that sort of action very clear. Willy had received the first 
"F" he had ever been given here at this school. The "F" was going to remain. 

The hour-long period passed slowly but hardly slowly enough to satisfy 
Anissa Taylor. As the time for the final bell drew nearer, her dread of 
facing the freshman class increased. She had no idea how many of the 
students knew about Willy's story. She could hardly even guess at the true 
intentions of whoever it was who had masterminded the idea, nor could she 
understand why Willy had agreed to the outrageous undertaking. She had 
always thought he was fond of her. Yet there was still another factor which 
she found even more troubling. She could not erase from her mind her own 
lewd response to the story. Even though it had repelled her, she had 
masturbated after reading it, and her guilt for having committed that 
depraved act left her feeling tainted. 

She couldn't help but fear that the guilt was manifested in her countenance, 
that what she had done last night must have left a mark on her, apparent to 
anyone who saw her. As she tried to get up her courage to face the next 
group of students, she had to consciously remind herself that they didn't 
know about her masturbation. That, terrible as it was, was her own secret. 
Anissa finished grading the last of the freshman papers, a boring but decent 
report by Peter Benson. She dismissed the first period class, then shrugged 
and scribbled a "C" across the cover of Peter's paper. Then she went to the 
faculty lounge that joined the school cafeteria to have a quick cup of 
coffee before facing her class. The sensuous dark-haired History teacher 
dawdled over her coffee even after the second bell had rung. It was going to 
take every bit of nerve she could muster to walk into that classroom, and 
she knew she had to compose herself very carefully. 

If Willy's story had been a plot, a conspiracy, this was a direct challenge 
to her authority as History teacher. It reflected at least a trend toward a 
lack of respect toward her, and she knew that if she didn't regain that 
respect very quickly she would have a very difficult time dealing with the 
freshmen for the rest of the semester. But she knew she would have an almost 
impossible time facing Willy Green after she returned the papers, and she 
concluded the best way to deal with the problem would be to delay the 
returning of the papers until the end of the class. 

At last, with a deep sigh, Anissa gulped down the last of her coffee and 
started back to the main class building. The nervous young History teacher 
hesitated outside the door to the classroom. She could hear a low buzz of 
conversation from inside, nothing extraordinary, though even in its subdued 
tone, Anissa found a sense of foreboding. 

It seemed another bit of evidence that her worse suspicions were true. The 
story had been the result of a plot. And she would have to tread very 
carefully during the next hour. At last Anissa took a deep breath, and 
walked quickly through the door and across to her desk. The conversation in 
the room stopped suddenly, and the silence was almost deafening to the young 
teacher. As she placed the bundle of assignment papers down on the desk, she 
found herself afraid to even look up. When she finally managed to lift her 
eyes, any doubt that she might have had about Willy's story being the result 
of a conspiracy immediately faded. 

She had never seen such a look of expectation as she encountered on the 
faces of the twenty or so young male students situated in the classroom. 
They knew. Every one of them knew. And every one of them was staring at her 
with one exception. Willy Green, seated at the back of the classroom in the 
desk behind Peter Benson, was ghastly pale. And he was looking down at his 
own desk, unable to meet her eyes. 

Anissa wet her lips, slowly shifting her own gaze over the class. Then she 
averted her eyes again and fumbled for a textbook. 

"I have your papers here, which I will return at the end of the class," she 
said in a trembling voice, once more looking up. "For the most part they 
were quite satisfactory; some of them were even pretty good." She hesitated, 
then added: "With one exception, that is, which I had no choice but to 
return with an "F". " 

It was obvious everyone knew exactly which paper she was talking about. 

 CHAPTER 3 

Willy Green sat dejectedly through the seemingly endless class, completely 
unable to grasp Miss Taylor's discussion of the punic wars. He couldn't even 
imagine how he'd been so stupid as to submit that kind of report to Miss 
Taylor. There was no doubt in his mind that the "F" she'd mentioned was for 
his work, and he didn't even blame her. 

She should feel rightly insulted, and furthermore, he now realized, the 
report wasn't really very good anyway. It wasn't even a History report. 

When Peter Benson and Jimmy Dawson had first come to him with the idea that 
he submit a pornographic story for the class assignment, he thought it 
completely ludicrous. But secretly, Willy had read quite a lot of classical 
pornographic literature, and it really excited him. Once he'd gotten the 
idea of trying a dirty story into his head, he couldn't get rid of it. He'd 
finished his story the night before the papers were due, and he'd been so 
involved in it he had thought it was actually good. He'd even deluded 
himself into thinking that Miss Taylor would appreciate it for its literary 
and historical merits. But he'd had a full twenty-four hours to think that 
over since handing in the paper, and he'd begun to see the faults in the 
writing, even beyond the explicit sexual description. 

Willy had received straight "A" grades up until now in every one of his 
classes. But with an "F" on an important paper like this, it would be 
virtually impossible for him to make an "A" on his report card, or for that 
matter the term report. He knew he had really screwed himself up, but he had 
no one but himself to blame. Nor did he even know how he would get back on 
good terms with Miss Taylor whom he really did like. 

When the bell rang and the good-looking History teacher dismissed the class, 
Willy waited in his seat, still unable to even look at her. Miss Taylor 
gathered up her own books and papers and made her way through the crowd of 
other students who had immediately flooded about her desk. Then Willy rose 
slowly and started to the front of the room. As he reached the desk, he 
realized that it was his story which everyone had been crowding around to 
get a look at. For though no one but Peter had yet read it, the whole class 
knew. The story had created such a scandal that they didn't even care about 
their own grades. 

"It was you, all right," said Peter Benson, emerging from the throng with 
Willy's paper in his hand. "You got the 'F'. " 

"Of course I got the 'F', " Willy answered sullenly, taking the paper from 
Peter and looking at it grimly. 

"But you really got to Miss Taylor," said Peter. 

"Yeah," echoed Jimmy Dawson, rearing his own paper, and moving out of the 
crowd to join them. "She was really torn up. I don't know how she even made 
it through the class." 

"I don't know how I'm gonna make it through the rest of the year in this 
class either," Willy said forlornly. "She must hate me." 

"Don't kid yourself," interjected Peter. "Miss Taylor doesn't hate you. If 
she hated you she wouldn't even have given a damn about that story." He 
paused for a moment. "Look. I got a 'C for the stupid report I wrote." 

"I got a "C+," said Jimmy. 

"And I got an 'F', " said Willy. 

"But the 'F' is not going to stand," Peter Benson announced tersely. 

Willy lifted his eyes slowly. "What do you mean?" 

"This is a damn good report of ancient Roman life. I know the work you put 
into it and I know that its about the best paper she got, sex included." 

"Yeah," said Jimmy. "I really want to read it. Can I read it?" 

"Sure," Willy shrugged. "I don't care." 

"You give Jimmy your other copy," said Peter. "I need that one for myself 
now." 

"What for?" Willy asked, looking at the other boy curiously. 

"I've got an idea. I want to take your story and pay a visit to Miss Taylor 
during her office hours." He grinned. "I want to see if she'll go through 
the story with me, page by page, and explain why she gave it a worse grade 
than she gave me for that thing I wrote." 

* * * 

Anissa stared nervously as she heard the short knock on her office door. She 
had been on edge all day, and even after she'd successfully faced the 
freshman class her anxiety had not faded. She had been able to tell from the 
look on Willy's face, when she'd announced that she'd given an "F" grade to 
one of the papers, that he was deeply wounded. She was quite sure that he 
was sorry for what he had done, and she'd been half-expecting him to show up 
at the office this afternoon to apologize to her. But now she almost dreaded 
the thought of seeing him. She'd always had such a rapport with Willy, and 
she didn't know how that rapport would ever be reestablished. 

"Yes? Who is it?" Anissa asked finally. 

"It's me. Peter Benson." 

"Come ... in," Anissa said slowly. Then something she should have realized 
when she first read the story began to dawn on her. It must have been Peter 
Benson's idea that Willy submit the pornographic report to her. She'd gotten 
the uncomfortable feeling more times than once this term that Peter and some 
of his more earthy friends actually looked upon her as a sexual object. She 
knew Peter had a reputation as a stud, but though he was a handsome boy, she 
had personally always found him coarse and disrespectful. She also knew that 
Willy, as much because of his intelligence and common sensitivity as 
anything else, was not very popular in Peter's crowd. 

Naturally he would want to be part of the gang, and it was easy to 
understand how the other boys could have convinced him to use his talent as 
a writer to their own corrupt ends, whatever possible ends they might have 
had in mind with their insulting scheme. The door opened slowly and Peter 
Benson, a manila envelope tucked under his arm, stepped inside. 

"Sorry to disturb you, Miss Taylor," the mature-looking youngster said, 
smiling. "I just had something on my mind and I wanted to discuss it with 
you." 

Anissa sat stiffly behind her desk, coldly surveying the tall, handsome 
teenager who stood at the door. She had to admit, as badly as she hated to, 
that Peter was really a good-looking rascal, and the fleeting descension of 
his eyes down to the fully inviting swells of her breasts clearly displayed 
that he had no lack of confidence. 

"Yes, all right," Anissa managed finally. "What's on your mind?" 

Peter smiled, staring at the dark-haired History teacher in silence for a 
moment, then pulled the door slowly closed behind him. 

Anissa frowned as he slipped the latch. "I don't really think there's any 
need for that," she said. 

"I want to discuss Willy's short story," said Peter. "I just didn't think 
you would want anyone walking in by surprise while we were doing that." 

Anissa thought her face must have paled. She didn't even know why, but she 
felt an uncontrollable fluttering in her stomach, and her heart was pounding 
furiously, her breathing restricted by a sudden tightness in her throat. She 
could hardly imagine that Peter could have the gall to come here and 
confront her like this after he'd convinced Willy to submit that horrible 
dirty report to her. 

"That ... that was your idea, wasn't it?" Anissa asked in a cracked voice. 

"What?" 

"That report was your idea, wasn't it?" Anissa repeated more firmly. 

Peter frowned. "This?" he said, removing the manila envelope from beneath 
his arm and starting to extract what Anissa immediately recognized, by the 
big "F" on the front, as Willy's story. "No ma'am. I guess Willy got the 
idea to write this from a lot of classical erotic literature he's read. He 
did come to me for technical advice, because he doesn't have any practical 
experience with girls at all." Peter paused. "And, as you probably know, I 
do." 

Anissa could hardly even meet the challenge and mockery in the handsome 
fifteen year old boy's eyes. His blatant flaunting of his own masculinity 
put her completely off balance, and at the same time she was only further 
disappointed by the revelation that Willy made a habit of reading 
pornographic literature. She had always assumed that sort of material, even 
the classical material recognized in some circles as genuinely valid 
writing, was read only by dirty old men and perverts. She couldn't dream 
that a sensitive and shy boy like Willy could get interested in such a 
thing. But she hardly doubted that it was genuinely true. Otherwise, how 
could he have written this story? 

"Then ... it was Willy's idea?" 

Peter shrugged. "I guess so," he said. Then he walked over and flopped down 
leisurely in a chair across the other side of Anissa's desk. 

"And what is it you want to discuss with me?" she went on, feeling defeated, 
almost heart-broken. 

"I want to discuss why you gave this story an 'F' when a guy like me, who 
can't even write a decent sentence, gets a "C." 

"I gave that story an 'F' because it's filthy and disgusting!" snapped 
Anissa, her eyes flaring. 

Peter met her gaze steadily for a moment, then he slowly pushed the 
manuscript onto her desk. "Are you referring to its content, or the handling 
of it from a historical point of view?" 

"I'm referring to both," Anissa hissed. Then she dropped her gaze down to 
the story, moistened her lips, and spoke in a soft weak voice. "I guess I'm 
referring to the content." 

"Then you've been unfair to Willy," Peter said. 

"Who are you to come here and tell me I'm unfair to anybody?" Anissa 
retorted, her eyes again opening wide with anger. 

"It's a good story." 

"It's not a good story. It's dirty and sordid and..." 

"Or maybe you just didn't understand it?" 

"I understood it all too well," Anissa insisted. 

"Because I didn't understand it when I first read it," Peter continued, 
looking at her sincerely. "I thought it was great. I thought it was one of 
the greatest history reports I'd ever read, especially when the gardener 
climbs in the window and gets her, and then that business at the end with 
her master and the orgies." 

Peter paused as the crimson flush rose over Anissa's cheeks, then went on. 
"And I told him too. It told him it really turned me on, and I said I 
guessed it would turn Miss Taylor on too." 

Anissa almost gasped aloud at those words. She couldn't comprehend the young 
boy's audacity. But, by the same token, she couldn't help but recall that 
she had been turned on by the story. In fact, that was probably part of the 
reason she had given the "F" grade. She had been angry at Willy for turning 
her on. 

"I thought Willy would be happy," Peter continued. "But he wasn't. He could 
hardly even believe that I'd read the story that way, and his feelings were 
really hurt." 

Anissa looked up at the good-looking teenage boy curiously. "His feelings 
were hurt?" 

"Yeah, because he didn't write it as a dirty story." 

"He didn't?" 

"No. He said he wanted to depict life in ancient Rome as it really was. I 
don't know much about history and all, I mean, but he tried to explain it to 
me in a way I could understand. He said it was a story about corruption and 
sickness in Roman Society." 

Anissa felt completely disorientated. This seemed like the last subject she 
should be discussing with one of her freshman students. But what Peter was 
saying made at least some sense. She granted that Willy's story was a 
powerful historical portrait of corruption, of a perverted society. But she 
hadn't even considered those factors before. She'd evaluated it not so much 
even on its content as on its intent, and she had to admit again that a 
considerable part of her grading had been the result of her depraved 
response to the reading. 

"And Willy was sure that you would understand all that," Peter added. "He 
was a little worried you might be shocked by some of the things in there, 
but he felt he couldn't hold back. He felt the report was too good. And 
after he explained to me what he was getting at, I had to agree with him." 

"But this is just not the class for a story like that to be submitted to. I 
could never read that kind of story to the class, and I shouldn't even be 
sitting here discussing it with you." 

"Maybe not," said Peter. "But if I hadn't come here, the 'F' would have 
stayed, and you know what that would mean. Willy's straight 'A' record would 
be ruined." Peter paused, looking intently at the sensuous young History 
teacher. "What I would like to do now is go through the report with you, 
Miss Taylor, page by page. After we've done that I don't think you'll be 
able to justify the 'F'. And I realize that it should be Willy talking to 
you instead of me. But he was just too embarrassed to face you after you 
gave him that 'F'. " 

Anissa stared at the young boy in shock as he stood up, and not even asking 
her permission picked his chair up and started to move around the side to 
the back of her desk so that he would be able to sit beside her. She 
couldn't even believe that he was sincere. Peter Benson had never professed 
the slightest interest in History before, though of course she had to admit 
she'd never given any assignments, even remotely in the field of Willy's 
report. But she had to concede there was a strong possibility she had been 
unjust in her grading his piece of work, and she did hate the thought that 
she might be responsible, because of her own prejudices and insecurities, 
for the lone blemish on Willy's high school scholastic record. But she 
couldn't imagine how she could go through this story, point by point, with 
Peter. 

She remembered only too well what had resulted from her first reading of it. 
She had masturbated for the first time in her adult life, and she couldn't 
but fear that she might still be unable to control her own unnatural 
response on the second reading. 

"Now, let's look at it again, Miss Taylor," Peter insisted, sitting down in 
the chair beside her and reaching for the manuscript to fold back the cover 
page. 

"I don't ... I don't know if I can," Anissa said. 

"Sure you can. You've already read it once. It's not going to hurt you to 
look at it again." 

Anissa cast a pleading, almost fearful glance at the boy's confident, intent 
face. Then, slowly, she shifted her eyes back to the story on the desk. Her 
heart still pounding wildly, she began to read, her eyes hastily scanning 
over the lines of neat longhand. The facts were correct. She couldn't deny 
that, and the sexual intensity, which had so appalled and excited her, was 
there almost from the first word. Even knowing what was to come and 
anticipating it, she experienced an increase of the vague tremors of 
excitement and apprehension fluttering through her breasts and belly. Anissa 
read until the end of the first page, then lifted her eyes nervously. 

Nodding in encouragement, Peter turned the page, and reluctantly, she 
returned her attention to the manuscript. Then her body stiffened as Peter 
leaned sideways to enable himself to better be able to see the manuscript, 
and his shoulder inadvertently brushed against hers. Anissa was in a state 
of tension, of over-sensitivity, and just the slightest physical contact had 
upon her a strangely exciting effect. 

She turned her head, looking at the young boy with reproach. But his eyes 
were fixed on the manuscript, and he seemed completely oblivious, not only 
of her gaze, but of the contact itself. Then she looked back at the desk and 
resumed her reading. Willy's gripping account of the night of the slave 
gardener's first appearance outside the young slave's cell window filling 
her with anticipation of the lurid and shocking sex scenes that were to 
come. 

Yet, even as she recalled her shameful response the first time she'd read 
the story, Anissa was unable to tear her eyes away from the page. As the 
narration continued, the nervous History teacher's mingled anticipation and 
dread became even more intense. She squirmed her ass-cheeks nervously in her 
seat, still acutely aware of the contact of Peter's shoulder against her own 
and the fluttering excitement in her breasts becoming even more pronounced. 
Then the young boy turned to the next page, and the passage Anissa had so 
dreaded began. 

My God! she thought, what's happening to me? Her breathing was becoming more 
straining, and she could feel the hastening of her heartbeat as the 
description became more explicit. But she had to admit that the report was 
good. As a purely scholastic endeavor, Anissa had forced herself to read a 
small amount of erotic literature during her college days, and she could not 
help but marvel that an inexperienced boy like Willy could compete with some 
of the so-called masters of that rather shady literary form. Then as Peter 
shifted slightly in his seat beside her, Anissa remembered that he had 
admitted giving Willy some help with the sexual detail, and she felt a 
shiver run through her body at the thought that the person who might 
actually have been responsible for the sharp and cutting accuracy of the 
sexual description was sitting right beside her. Then the rapid beating of 
Anissa's heart seemed to reach a crescendo as, wide-eyed, she read the 
actual sex scene itself through to the end. 

"That's good writing," Peter said, turning the page. "I don't care what you 
say; it's very good writing and the facts are straight." 

"Yes," Anissa gasped breathlessly. "I have to admit it is." 

"I think it's probably better than any report in the class," Peter added. 
"At least from what I've read of the others. If nothing else, Willy at least 
lets you see what it was actually like in those days. He lets you experience 
it with them. And I think that's important; don't you?" 

Anissa lifted her eyes slowly from the manuscript and turned to look with a 
desperate gaze at the boy beside her. Tht proximity of their faces now was 
almost more than she could endure, and she thought she had never felt this 
way in her life. Helplessly, she tried to meet Peter's confident and 
unwavering stare. Futilely, she tried to conceal the hastening of her own 
strained breathing. And still his intent eyes bore into her. 

"Don't you, Miss Taylor?" Peter repeated. 

Anissa cast her eyes finally downwards. "Yes, I guess so," she said in a 
softly trembling voice. "I guess the 'F' was unfair." 

"I think so; I think that grade was based, not upon the merits of the 
report, but was a reflection of your fear about sex." 

"My fear?" Anissa said quickly, jerking her eyes back upward. 

"Yes, ma'am. I think ... I don't mean to say that you're frigid, but I've 
sensed something in you during the term I've been in your class. I've sensed 
that you're afraid of your own sexuality." 

Anissa could no longer meet Peter's gaze. She averted her eyes, looking at 
the voluptuously swollen mounds of her heavy tits, pushed up high and tight 
together by her brassiere, then slowly turned her attention back to the 
manuscript on her desk and resumed her reading of Willy's gripping story. 
Then the sensuous brunette's eyes widened as she felt Peter's hand drop 
suddenly to come to rest on her right knee, just below the hem of her modest 
length skirt. Anissa was too stunned to even move. Every minute she was 
becoming more astounded by the boy's audacity. 

Then, as she turned to look at him, she saw that his eyes were still fixed 
on the manuscript of the short story, and she realized with relief that his 
touching of her leg might be a spontaneous gesture reflecting his own tense 
response to the chilling narrative of the beautiful but simple-minded young 
slave girl's confrontation with the cruel overseer. Then Peter turned the 
page, arid the last and most shocking scene of the story began, and a 
strange thing happened. Trying to ignore his hand on her knee, Anissa again 
resumed her reading, virtually paralyzed with shock at the unnerving 
description of the girl's blind submission as she was stripped naked in 
front of her cruel master and brutally violated. As Anissa read, the 
fluttering descended to her loins, and completely beyond her control, she 
felt her sweet pussy juices begin to flow gently along the tingling little 
slit of her pussy. 

She was so confused by this development, so gripped by the narrative, that, 
at first, she didn't even realize it as Peter's hand began to move slowly 
upward along the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. For a moment, Anissa 
virtually forgot where she was. There was a flash that seemed to have erased 
the passage of years, and she found herself sitting back in the 
living/dining room of her family's summer home, her father showing home 
movies on the wall as her young friend, Tim, began to work his hand up 
beneath her skirt and play with the sensitive skin of her thighs, and later, 
the most tender and forbidden flesh of her virgin little pussy itself. She 
felt now almost as she had then hopelessly confused, almost in a dream state 
of shock, and she didn't know what to do. Her heart was pounding furiously 
in her breast, her breath coming in strained hoarse gasps, and a little 
tingle darting through her loins was maddening. Then gradually, she wrenched 
her mind back to the present, jerking her head suddenly about to stare 
wide-eyed at the handsome young boy sitting too close beside her. 

"What ... what are you doing?" she gasped in a trembling voice. 

"I ... I don't know," Peter said averting his eyes sheepishly. 

Completely baffled, Anissa stared at the now nervous but obviously excited 
youngster for a moment longer, then slowly dropped her gaze down to her 
voluptuously contoured thighs, completely exposed by the skirt which Peter 
had worked all the way up the leg bands of her panties. And, as his finger 
brushed teasingly along one side of her inner thighs, an even more 
devastating shudder shook her body, again compelling her to turn and stare 
at the bold fifteen year old in shock and horror. Then she was even more 
amazed at his next awkward but nonetheless bold move. Before Anissa had time 
to stop him, Peter leaned suddenly forward and kissed her full on the lips. 

 CHAPTER 4 

The desire-maddened brunette was so astonished she didn't even have the 
presence of mind to close her mouth, and as Peter's tongue snaked eagerly 
between her lips, she could only moan softly in a spontaneous expression of 
her forbidden excitement. Then she gasped, turning her face suddenly away 
and drawing back in even greater surprise as 

Peter's finger stroked right up against the soft silk of her panties that 
hardly protected the already lewdly moistened slit of her pussy. 

"No!" the dark-haired History teacher gasped. "No, don't do that." 

"Please, Miss Taylor," Peter begged. "I'm so excited. Willy's story got me 
so excited I can hardly stand it." 

"It excited me, too," Anissa said without even thinking of the consequences 
of her remark. "But we can't do this. We just can't." 

For a moment, Peter hesitated, watching the sensuous woman desperately. Then 
Anissa almost cried out aloud as his fingers seized the tight crotch band of 
her panties and pulled it aside, nakedly exposing the little hair-lined slit 
of her pussy beneath. She groaned, her whole body trembling, as she felt his 
fingers brush softly through the thinly curling strands of hair that lined 
her moistened cunt lips. 

She sucked her breath in hoarsely as his finger worked slowly up the length 
of the sensitive slit to stroke teasingly over the tingling bud of her 
clitoris. The wantonly aroused History teacher could hardly even move. It 
had been a long time, much too long, since she had had a man, and there was 
a physical stirring in her body that was completely beyond control of her 
emotional or rational thought process. And that gnawing hunger was only 
intensified by the circumstances: the excitement she derived from reading 
Willy's thrilling pornographic History report; her association of today's 
bizarre development with the exciting episode from her past, her first real 
sexual experiences, in which she'd achieved the only real satisfaction she'd 
ever known in her life and maybe, most of all, the sheer depravity of the 
situation itself, the fact that it was taking place in her office at school, 
the fact that she as History teacher and Peter as a member of her freshman 
class were, by nature of their relationship to each other, stepping so far 
beyond the bounds of decency in their lewd physical contact. But she knew 
somehow she had to stop herself. 

"Oh! Oh no!" Anissa gasped, as Peter's finger stroked rapidly up and down 
over the throbbing hot bud of her clitoris. She squirmed her ass 
spontaneously in the seat of her swivel chair, her heavy lust swollen tits 
heaving with her strained breathing as Peter began to part the warmly 
flanged lips of her pussy and worm his middle finger slowly up into the hot 
inner softness. Again Anissa's mind flashed back to that night, which now 
seemed so long ago, when Tim had felt her up as Father was showing them home 
movies. And she knew that what was happening now in fact bore no similarity 
to that. She and Tim had both been innocent and naive. What they had done 
had been, for each of them, a venture into the unknown. 

Now she was a mature woman, and Peter Benson, in spite of his young age, was 
demonstrating that he had considerable experience of his own. A part of her 
mind could not help but recognize the fact that this actually must have been 
planned, that he must have come here with Willy's story at least with the 
idea that he might make a pass at her. Her response to the story had been 
enough to convince him a pass had been worthwhile, and he had tried. But, 
even considering all this, there was that one factor, the fact that what she 
was letting him do to her, allowing him to explore the sensitive flesh of 
her inner thighs and the tender orifice of her cunt, was so forbidden, so 
wrong, that she couldn't help but compare it to that other forbidden 
adventure with Tim so long ago. 

For a few minutes longer, Anissa submitted without resistance as Peter 
continued to worm his finger gradually deeper into the clinging wet 
tightness of her cunt. 

It felt so good she could hardly stand it, and she had an overwhelming 
desire to completely forget herself, to yield herself up wholly to the 
gnawing lust that had permeated every inch of her flesh. She narrowed her 
eyes, gazing down with disbelief at the lewd sight of the boy's hand thrust 
up between her milk-white thighs, now completely exposed by the skirt that 
was worked up way above her panties, and even the softly-haired slit of her 
pussy obscenely revealed by the pulling aside of the tight elastic crotch 
band. 

She sucked her breath in hoarsely, gritting her teeth from the sheer raw 
sensation as Peter thrust his finger relentlessly deeper into the quivering 
cuntal passage. Then, in a flash of rationality, she comprehended the 
seriousness of what she was doing and suddenly reached down and seized the 
young boy's wrist to jerk it forcibly away from between her thighs. 

"Oooooh!" the lust-crazed History teacher gasped, almost sobbing aloud from 
the raw frustration as she felt Peter's finger slip out from between the 
tingling lips of her cunt. She bit her lips, her whole body stiffening, and 
clasped her naked thighs tightly together as much in an effort to compensate 
for the deprivation of sensation as to protect herself. Then she lifted her 
watery eyes to stare deliriously at Peter's excited face. 

"Please, Miss Taylor," the young boy begged, making it necessary for Anissa 
to hold tightly to his hand to keep him from thrusting it back between her 
thighs. "Look, I've got a hard-on." 

A spontaneous gasp rose in the sensuous brunette's throat at that blunt 
remark, but she couldn't resist letting her gaze drop to Peter's lap, where 
she could clearly distinguish the unmistakable bulge of his hard boy-cock 
swelling up in the crotch of his trousers. Somehow, the mere sight of it and 
the vivid mental picture she was able to conjure of the nakedly erect and 
throbbing cock that caused that bulge, almost transfixed Anissa. 

She couldn't take her eyes away, and she again felt herself drifting into 
that dream state of lust-incited confusion and helplessness. Then her mind 
almost went blank at Peter's next and even bolder statement: "Here, Miss 
Taylor. Feel it. Feel my hard-on." 

Anissa whimpered in protest, but somehow she was unable to resist as Peter 
freed his hand from her grasp and in turn seized her wrist, drawing her hand 
slowly down toward his own thighs. At the same time, Peter slid his chair 
back several inches and turned sideways to face her, using his legs to pivot 
her swivel chair so in turn she was facing him. Then the perplexed History 
teacher started as if she had touched a hot coal as Peter placed her hand 
gently into contact with the throbbing hardness of his cock. But, try as she 
might, she was unable to draw her hand away, and after a moment, she ceased 
her efforts to resist completely. Her whole body trembling, Anissa let her 
hand rest almost limply on the bulge of the young boy's trousers. 

She could feel the vibrant throbbing of the male hardness as it swelled up 
beneath them, feel it twitch and spring against her palm as Peter flexed it, 
and she knew, from the way the boy was breathing, he was every bit as 
excited as she was. Anissa couldn't even imagine how she'd let herself get 
into this situation. She knew she should never have even consented to review 
Willy's story with Peter. Unjust as the grading might have been, she should 
have made it very clear that she was not going to permit that sort of 
behavior. But the problem was that she had enjoyed it, just as she now 
enjoyed the lustful pulsing feel of his hard young cock in her hand, its 
size and shape hardly concealed by the tight drawn Levi's that protected it. 

"Oh yes!" Peter gasped. "Yes, Miss Taylor. Oh yes, that feels so good!" 

Anissa hesitated for a moment, letting a nervous smile play around her lips. 
Then, in spite of herself, she submitted to the temptation to begin to 
stroke with her fingers up and down the length of the hard, straining 
cock-shaft. She felt the boy's cock surge up even larger and more rigid 
beneath her touch as Peter groaned deeply and guided and encouraged the 
movements of her hand. 

She was still acutely aware of the moisture of her own freely flowing pussy 
juices moistening her panties, and now the beating of her heart and the 
quivers of desire in her loins were building to an unbearable crescendo. She 
wanted to touch Peter's cock, not like this, from the outside of his 
trousers and jockey shorts, but to touch the naked, resiliently stretched 
skin itself. She could almost imagine what it looked like, and she had an 
urgent need to make that vision in her mind's eye become real. But she 
couldn't. She just couldn't do anything like that. She was sure that even 
Peter, mature as he was, and bold as he was acting today, would balk if she 
tried to unzip his trousers and actually free his cock to her gaze. That 
would be simply out of the question, for her, his history teacher, to do 
something like that with one of her students. Then, as the young brunette 
gradually increased the stroking of her hands on the blood-hardened 
cock-shaft that tented Peter's trousers, the teenager reached with his free 
hand to touch the back of her neck and pull her face gently forward. 

At the same time, he leaned toward her and Anissa felt a chill run down her 
spine as his lips again touched hers, and his tongue snaked greedily into 
her mouth. Somewhere far in the back of her mind, Anissa realized that she 
would be in a terrible predicament if anyone happened to come into her 
office and caught her engaging in this kind of lewd behavior with one of her 
students, especially a member of the freshman class. It was too indecent for 
words, and an observer would have every reason to suspect that she actually 
intended to seduce the young boy. 

But even as that thought drifted through her mind, she also reminded herself 
that Peter had locked the door upon his arrival. So there was no danger of 
them being caught. And, as she realized that, she yielded to temptation and 
responded eagerly to the teenager's experienced kisses, opening her mouth 
wide to suck hungrily at his tongue. At the same time she felt his other 
hand drop from her wrist, but she didn't even hesitate in her gentle 
stroking of his cock. Then she tensed as she realized what he wanted to do 
with that free hand. Even as Anissa recoiled mentally from the fifteen year 
old's shocking move, her mind again seized hungrily upon the image that, 
moments ago, had flashed in her mind. Peter had released her wrist to enable 
himself to undo his own trousers, which he'd succeeded in doing before she'd 
even had a chance to protest, and in the same motion, he'd deftly freed the 
hard throbbing cock-shaft from his jockey shorts so that it suddenly 
protruded up freely from his fly. And Anissa's hand, inadvertently, had come 
to rest right on the straining shaft of his naked young cock-flesh. 

"Oh no! No!" Anissa moaned into the eager student's mouth, even as her 
fingers automatically entwined themselves around the rigidly surging 
hardness. An electric current seemed to exude from the naked cock into her 
sensitive fingertips, and from there to course swiftly through her whole 
desire-electrified body. She knew that she had let Peter go too far. She was 
aroused. There was no denying it, and if she didn't stop herself very 
quickly, she knew she was in great danger of doing something which she'd 
later regret terribly. But she could not resist the feel of the springing 
shaft of cock-flesh in her hand. It was so alive, so vibrant, so compelling, 
and she was rapidly losing her will to resist the gnawing lust welling deep 
up in her own loins and belly. 

"Oh yes, Miss Taylor!" Peter groaned, shifting his lips from her mouth to 
her cheek and whispering softly into her ear. "Jack it off. Jack it off, 
Miss Taylor. Just for a little bit." 

Her hand clinging motionlessly to her brazen student's upstanding 
cock-shaft, Anissa felt Peter pull her even further forward in her chair 
'till she was leaning over to press her soft warm tits full against his 
chest. He stroked down from her neck along the sensitive area between her 
shoulder blades, pulling her tightly to him, his cock jerking in her hand as 
he flexed it again. 

"I can't do that," Anissa gasped in a quivering voice. "I just can't. I 
can't." 

But even as she spoke, her hand began to move, seemingly of its own accord, 
drawing the taut-stretched skin of Peter's cock slowly up and down along the 
pulsating shaft to elicit further deep groans from his throat as he squirmed 
his chest even harder against her lust-swollen tits. Then another chill 
darted down her spine as he flicked his tongue wetly over the sensitive lobe 
of her ear, and she felt the shaft of his cock seem to grow harder in her 
hand as she reluctantly did his bidding and began to masturbate slowly up 
and down on the hard throbbing rod of his flesh. For an extended moment, 
Anissa continued to tease up and down his erect shaft with her fingers. 

She squirmed in her chair, her exposed thighs scissoring slowly open and 
closed, her breasts pressed tightly against Peter's chest and her face 
snuggled against his cheek. Then, groaning deeply, she gradually slackened 
the motions of her hand and, with a gentle pressure of her other hand on 
Peter's chest, managed to draw herself back from him. The sensuous 
brown-haired History teacher's breath was coming in heavily strained gasps, 
which caused her full breasts to rise and fall with visible rhythm. Her face 
was flushed red, her eyes glossed over with the desire surging through her 
tits and raging pussy. She felt feverish, her whole body on fire with the 
raging lust that had been unleashed between her legs. The tickling flow of 
the moisture on her inner thighs was almost driving her out of her mind. 

Her hand still clung tightly to Peter's naked cock-shaft, and as she let her 
gaze descend slowly toward it, the spontaneous thought that popped into her 
mind almost forced her to cry out aloud. Peter's cock was every bit as 
beckoning and inviting as she'd imagined. In fact, in some inexplicable way, 
she found it almost beautiful though she'd never thought in those terms 
about the male organ before. But now, this fifteen year old's naked cock 
fascinated her. A little droplet of seminal fluid glistened in the tiny slit 
at the tip of it. And Anissa had the most profound, though completely 
inexplicable desire to do something now she'd never even considered in her 
whole life. She wanted to lick it. She wanted to lick up that inviting 
little droplet of seminal fluid. She wanted to kiss the smooth round head of 
Peter's cock. She wanted to suck his cock. 

As she contemplated that obscene idea, she unconsciously flicked her tongue 
from her mouth to moisten her voluptuous lips in a gesture that was 
unintentionally suggestive of that very act. 

Then the young History teacher was shattered at the freshman boy's next 
statement: "I know what you're thinking, Miss Taylor." 

"Nooooo!" Anissa gasped. 

"You want to do what the slave made the girl do in Willy's story before he 
took her cherry. You want to suck me." 

Anissa could not help but wonder, as she lifted her eyes to stare in horror 
and shame at the young boy sitting before her, what the world was coming to. 
That a teenager of Peter's tender age should even know of the existence of 
such a sordid act as the one he mentioned was astonishing. 

Even though such an act had been vividly described in Willy's story, Peter 
had attributed that passage to mere adolescent fantasy. But she knew that 
Peter was dead serious. And the fact that he had been perceptive enough to 
see what she was contemplating made her feel only more vulnerable and 
helpless. Because she did want to do just that. Outrageous as it sounded, 
she really did want to suck him off. 

"Please, Miss Taylor," Peter begged, again flexing his cock and causing it 
to twitch vibrantly in her fingers. "Nobody has ever done that for me 
before. Please do it." 

"I ... I can't." 

"Why not?" 

Anissa bit her hp, watching the boy in desperation. "I. . . I just can't. My 
gosh, Peter, you know we shouldn't even be here like this!" 

"But nobody will ever know about it but us." 

Anissa dropped her gaze from Peter's face back down to the throbbing cock 
shaft still standing in fully exposed rigidity from out of the fly of his 
trousers bent slightly by the pressure of her hand which still squeezed 
tightly around it. Again she unconsciously wet her voluptuously inviting 
lips. 

Then she could hardly even believe her own remark: 

"You promise? You promise you're not ever to tell anyone?" 

"Yes, ma'am! I promise. I won't tell anybody." 

Anissa didn't know when she'd felt so confused and helpless in her whole 
life. This was like a dream, and she should not have been the least 
surprised had she awoken the next instant to find that she'd merely fallen 
asleep at her desk thinking about Willy's short story. Never in her life had 
she let a man put his cock in her mouth. The very idea of submitting to such 
an obscene degradation had always repelled her. Yet, she realized now, she 
must have even in her abhorrence of the thought, held a secret fascination 
for it. And she was beginning to realize that she probably would have to do 
something for Peter whether she wanted to or not. 

She had already gotten him excited, and if she made him leave in this 
condition he might be angered enough to recount the episode to his 
classmates. Even though the powers at the school would probably discount his 
story if it reached them, suspicion would nonetheless be cast on Anissa. And 
she didn't know if she would have the stamina to conceal her own guilt were 
questions of that nature raised about her. But beyond all that the fact 
remained: she wanted to suck Peter's cock. 

She wanted to feel it in her mouth, to taste it. And she wanted to make love 
to the fifteen year old boy, though she knew that even if she did 
contemplate the former, she could never allow herself to do that. 

For an undefinable time a silent battle waged in Anissa's mind. Then she 
said in a hoarse voice: 

"All right, Peter. Stand up and sit on the edge of the desk in front of me." 

"Yes ma'am!" said Peter, rising excitedly to his feet and taking his 
position on the edge of the desk, which placed his nakedly throbbing cock at 
about the level of Anissa's voluptuous tits. 

Anissa felt Peter's body tremble from her touch as she resumed her light up 
and down skimming motion along the rigid shaft of his cock. She continued 
this for several moments, her own wanton anticipation building beyond her 
wildest dreams. And she could see that Peter was excited too. He looked as 
if he were about to go out of his mind, and she didn't doubt that he was 
telling the truth when he said he'd never had a woman suck him off before. 

She didn't think she'd ever seen a male so excited in her life, and that 
excitement was contagious. Then again the sensuous dark-haired History 
teacher decreased the up and down motions of her hand on the erect cock 
shaft, squeezing it softly, gazing at the glistening tip with glossed over, 
feverish eyes. She'd never felt this way in her life. She knew what she 
would do could have disastrous consequences, and the madness of it was only 
compounded by the fact that when she was doing it right here in her office 
in the main class building of the school. But there was no stopping him. And 
anyway, she was determined to go through with the outrageous act, if for her 
own selfish masochistic motives as much as for anything else. Anissa 
hesitated for a moment longer, relishing her anticipation, her own desire 
surging as wildly as Peter's. 

Parting her lips gently, she leaned her face slowly forward toward the 
trembling youngster's thighs, at the same time bending the thickly swollen 
shaft of his rigid cock downwards until it was pointed straight horizontally 
at her open mouth. Inches away from it, she paused again to breathe softly 
over the glistening little glans, her fingers resuming the gentle up and 
down skimming motion to prompt further excited flexings of the surging 
shaft. 

"Oh yes, Miss Taylor!" Peter groaned excitedly. "Please suck it. Suck it 
now. I don't think I can wait any longer." 

Now Peter's blunt words excited Anissa almost beyond control, and she 
flicked her tongue gingerly from her softly rounded lips, the saliva-wetted 
tip coming into sudden warm contact with the throbbing head of the eager 
teenager's twitching cock. She circled her tongue slowly over the hard 
rubbery flesh, hearing Peter's excited moans and feeling his hips twitch in 
response to the tantalizing sensation. The tip of her tongue found the 
little opening of the glans and darted wetly in to lick up the small drop of 
seminal fluid, its tangy taste serving only to stimulate her unnatural 
craving. 

Her hand slipped softly to the base of the pulsing shaft as her lips parted 
to take just the tip of the engorged cockhead into the warmth and moisture 
of her mouth. With a soft gasp, Anissa trailed her tongue slowly downward 
along the straining cock shaft, prompting a low guttural moan to issue from 
Peter's throat. Her fingers played gently through the thin curls of hair at 
the boy's open fly, venturing cautiously inward to caress the tightly 
stretched sac of his heavy balls, as she moved her lips back up the shaft to 
plant moist kisses around the jerking tip, continuing to play and tease him 
but still refusing to actually take his cock into her mouth. 

She couldn't even believe she was doing this. The act was so debasing, so 
degrading, and the worst of it hadn't even begun yet. But, mingled with her 
masochistic response, was another kind of pleasure she derived from teasing 
a boy like this. She could feel his excitement building, and she knew the 
playful caresses of her lips and tongue were about to drive him out of his 
mind. An instant later that assumption was verified in no uncertain terms. 

"Ooohhh, Miss Taylor!" Peter groaned suddenly. And as Anissa made a soft 
purring sound, her lips again caressingly his nakedly pulsating cock-head, 
Peter's hands dropped suddenly to her hair to hold her face against his 
loins as he jerked his hips eagerly forward, thrusting the full length of 
his hard throbbing cock clear to the back of his voluptuous History 
teacher's throat. 

Anissa gulped in surprise, giving out with a muffled cry of mixed delight 
and protest at the shocking penetration of her lips. The invading cock 
almost choked her, but she took a wanton masochistic pleasure in Peter's 
display of aggression, surrendering her lips willingly as she felt the 
wildly palpitating cock-head crush into the voluptuous tenderness of her 
mouth and shove relentlessly all the way back along the length of her 
tongue. She closed her eyes, purring softly around the throbbing hardness, 
gasping to catch her breath. Then she began to suck in earnest. 

"Oh yes!" Peter grunted. "Come on, Miss Taylor. That really feels good." 

Anissa's mouth was completely filled by the obscenely throbbing hardness of 
the young boy's cock. She had never felt so violated or shamed in her life, 
and she didn't even know how she would ever be able to look at herself in 
the mirror afterwards with the knowledge of what she had done. But she 
couldn't deny the forbidden enjoyment she derived from submitting to this 
sordid act, and as Peter began to urge her to bob her head up and down 
between his legs, she complied more than willingly. As the scheming teenager 
groaned before her, hunching his hips in eager jerking motions on the desk, 
Anissa surrendered her lips and mouth without reservation to the 
satisfaction of his raging lust. Again and again she felt the inflamed 
hardness shoving into her yielding mouth, the throbbing head ramming far to 
the back of her throat as Peter squirmed his loins against her face. 

She closed her eyes, whimpering softly, beginning to work her head up and 
down more swiftly in the bobbing movement against his loins, swishing her 
tongue in wild wet circles around the sensitively pulsing head on the 
upstroke and creating an eager suction with her lips and mouth as the 
massive shaft was plunged back toward her throat. Little by little, the 
normally reserved History teacher was beginning to shed her inhibitions. She 
was thrusting herself body and soul without restraint into the lewd task of 
sucking the youngster's cock, and she concentrated all her efforts on it, 
making soft gurgling sounds deep in her throat, yielding herself up totally 
for his pleasure. She sucked ravenously, the electric current of excitement 
surging through her body only increasing her willingness to submit. 

"Oh wow, Miss Taylor!" she heard Peter exclaim. "That really feels good." 

Anissa could feel the desire building through the youngster's body, 
manifested in the more violent jerks of his hips which drove the palpitating 
head of his cock deeper and harder into her mouth, prompting even more 
distant-sounding mewls of submission to drop from her lips around the 
saliva-slickened base of the engorged cock-shaft. 

She further intensified the frenzied bobbing of her own head, her body now 
leaned forward so that her lust-swollen tits brushed against Peter's knees 
as she began to sway and undulate as she continued her lewd cock sucking. 
Then a shiver passed through Anissa's body as she felt Peter drop his hands 
from her hair and reach down beneath her arms to begin to caress and massage 
her fully swollen mounds of tits from the outside of her blouse and 
brassiere. She moaned softly, the friction on the brassiere cup causing the 
little buds of her nipples to grow instantly to tingling rigidity. 

Her own body was really coming to life now. Every inch of her voluptuously 
tingling flesh was demanding contact, sensation, a physical reward in 
exchange for the offering up of her mouth to 

Peter's lustful exploitation. And she knew that, wrong as it might be, she 
had to demand that reward. With a sudden deep whimper, Anissa raised her 
head, letting Peter's hard throbbing cock slip lightly from her mouth. Her 
face flushed as she gazed up pleadingly at the young boy, who looked back at 
her in surprise and disappointment. 

"Touch me too, Peter," she said in a cracking voice. "Please ... play with 
my pussy." 

Anissa knew it was the least she could ask. The way she felt right now she 
thought she would sacrifice anything, everything, to actually have sexual 
intercourse with this young boy whose cock had so violated her mouth and so 
titillated her in the process. But she knew she couldn't do that. She could 
let anything happen now that she had begun, except that. She might even have 
to let Peter climax right there in her mouth. She knew she couldn't leave 
him hanging, but if she yielded to the temptation to fuck him she would be 
committing a wrong for which she could never forgive herself, and for which 
she could never expect forgiveness from anyone else even Peter. 

Anissa groaned, her eyes descending briefly to the naked cock looming up so 
close to her face down to the softly exposed flesh of her own sensuous 
thighs, still completely revealed by her skirt which remained hiked far up 
toward her panties. Then again she lifted her eyes to the lust contorted 
face of the young boy sitting before her on her desk. She watched him 
desperately, her eyes pleading, her body crying out for the compensation her 
lust so demanded. Then as Peter extended his right hand back down toward her 
exposed thighs, she dropped her lips gently back to his rigidly protruding 
cock-head, her tongue swiping softly over the smoothly rounded tip, further 
mewls of submission and longing issuing from deep in her throat as Peter 
quivered and jerked his ass forward to drive the resilient shaft of his cock 
back deep into her mouth. 

 CHAPTER 5 

Anissa's shudder shook her whole body as her student leaned far over, 
contorting his body so that even as she continued to suck his cock he was 
able to reach down and touch the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh and move 
his fingers once more up toward the hardly protected flesh of her hair-lined 
cunt. She was still almost completely naked below the waist, with only the 
sheer panties to protect the sensitive orifice between her thighs, and her 
almost complete vulnerability to the young boy further stimulated her now 
uncontrollable passion. 

Her wantonly submissive mewling around his urgently thrusting cock-shaft 
intensified, and she resumed her fervent sucking with an even greater 
eagerness as she felt his index finger flick shockingly up inside the tight 
leg band of her panties to brush teasingly into the softly curling strands 
of raven hair that adorned her pulsating little pussy slit. Then suddenly a 
muffled wail issued from deep in Anissa's throat as she felt the first 
shattering contact of the young boy's finger on the rigidly throbbing bud of 
her clitoris. She couldn't remember when she'd experienced such an exquisite 
sensation, and the very perversions of the nature of this encounter were 
exciting for her; it was an excitement of the kind she hadn't known since 
that other forbidden encounter so long ago which had led to the loss of her 
virginity. And though it almost gagged her, she shoved her face forward to 
bury her nose even deeper in Peter's loins and take for the first time the 
full length of his blood-engorged teenage cock in her mouth. Anissa moaned, 
every inch of her softly trembling flesh ignited to a fiery passion from the 
masochistic thrill of sucking the young boy off and the devastating 
sensation as his hands began to explore even more boldly the soft moist 
warmth of her pussy. 

Her tongue swiped softly about the smooth bulbous tip of his cock, as he 
jerked his hips upwards from the edge of the table to drive the resilient 
shaft relentlessly in and out between her ovaled red lips. Anissa groaned 
aloud, shattered by terrible premonitions as she felt Peter suddenly stiffen 
beneath her. 

"Uh-oh, Miss Taylor!" the youngster gasped, his cock seeming to throb even 
larger in her mouth. "I'm going to cum, Miss Taylor. I can't help it, I just 
can't hold it any longer. It feels too good!" 

Anissa realized that this time she had gone too far. She was so excited she 
could hardly stand it. She felt that if she didn't have a release from the 
consuming desire raging completely out of control through her lust-tortured 
loins, she would die. And she knew that there was only one way to attain 
that release. She had to make love. She had to break the vow she'd made to 
herself only moments ago. She had to have young Peter's cock inside her. She 
had to be fucked. And he was going to cum. If she didn't stop sucking him 
right now, he was going to cum in her mouth. 

"I can't hold it," the youngster gasped, suddenly arching his hips upward 
again to drive the palpitating shaft of his cock even deeper into the 
sex-starved History teacher's throat. 

With a desperate sob, Anissa opened her lips wide and drew her head backward 
to let the jerking cock slip from her mouth. She heard the youngster's deep 
grunt of frustration and agony, and lifted her face to gaze at him 
pleadingly with her watering eyes. She knew what she was about to do was 
inexcusable. But she knew also that she was beyond stopping herself. It was 
inevitable now, as inevitable as the changing seasons. 

"No, Peter," Anissa said in a cracking voice. "Don't cum. Wait and cum 
inside me. Inside my pussy." 

The young boy's eyes bugged wide at hearing those blunt words from the sexy 
raven-haired History teacher. But Anissa could see he was thrilled at the 
prospect of actually fucking her. She knew it would be a considerable 
triumph for him to succeed in the seduction of one of his teachers, one of 
his superiors at the school. And she knew that if she yielded to her passion 
and actually fucked with this eager teenager, she would undoubtedly 
relinquish forever her authority over him in the classroom. But now even 
that didn't matter to Anissa. She had to be fucked, and she had to be fucked 
right now! 

"But. . . but where are we going to do it, Miss Taylor?" Peter asked, his 
own voice quivering with his excitement. 

Anissa glanced desperately about the room, then reached down to seize the 
hem of her panties and begin to work them down off her ripely rounded 
ass-cheeks. 

"Right," Peter said anxiously, withdrawing his hand from between the 
sensuous brunette's thighs, and beginning to undo the buckle of his belt and 
pull his own trousers and jockey shorts off. Her whole body trembling with 
her unquenched desire, Anissa stood up from her chair and moved around 
behind him. 

Watching Peter with undeniable passion, she dropped to her knees, then 
reclined slowly onto her back, her heavy tits visibly rising and falling 
with her strained breathing as she waited for him. 

The excited teenager wet his lips with his tongue, holding his trousers just 
above his knees as he dropped his feet to the floor, and walked around the 
chair to stand before the prone surrendered body of the sensuous dark-haired 
teacher. He hadn't really believed anything would result from his coming 
here to her office today. He'd done it as much as anything else as a joke. 
He just wanted to see if he could watch her reaction. He'd been astonished 
when he succeeded in forcing her to play with his cock, flabbergasted when 
she'd begun to suck it. And now he was going to fuck her! He was going to 
fuck his History teacher, and he knew that after that triumph his reputation 
as the school stud would be more than secure. 

"Come on, Peter," Anissa said in a trembling voice, extending one of her 
arms upward in invitation. Her skirt was hiked up completely around her 
waist, so high that even the inviting little indentation of her navel was 
visible. Her panties lay on the floor beneath her swivel chair. From the 
waist down she was completely naked, her thighs slightly parted to reveal 
the lewdly moistened little slit of her pussy, nestled so invitingly in the 
soft curls of her dark cuntal hair. Then Peter took a deep breath and, his 
naked cock twitching and throbbing as if with an excitement and lust of its 
own, dropped slowly to his knees in between the History teacher's parted 
thighs. 

Anissa felt a deep welling of satisfaction and anticipation in her breast as 
Peter lowered his body slowly over hers. She shivered at the first contact 
of his hard throbbing cock brushing up along the sensitive flesh of her 
inner thighs, her ass-cheeks jerking spontaneously as the youngster let the 
weight of his chest sag upon her voluptuously mounded tits. It had been so 
long. It had been so long since she'd been fucked, and it seemed she'd 
almost forgotten what it felt like. But she had to have it now. No matter 
what the consequences might be later, she had to have Peter's cock inside 
her. 

Peter twitched as he felt the young brunette reach down to again seize the 
already lust-tortured shaft of his cock, guiding it slowly upward between 
her thighs toward the invitingly little slit of her pussy. He didn't think 
he'd ever seen a woman so hot in his life. Miss Taylor was really going out 
of her mind. She wanted him in her as quickly as possible. And the way he 
felt now that couldn't be any too soon. Gasping for breath, Peter plunged 
eagerly forward. Then suddenly he felt the brunette History teacher stiffen 
beneath him. 

"Take it easy, Peter," Anissa purred softly into the young boy's ear. "It's 
been a long time. Enter me gently." 

Swallowing hard, Peter tried to regain control over his rapidly crescendoing 
desire. He shuddered as he felt the hot sensitive tip of his cock brush into 
the moistly curling strands of hair that fringed Miss Taylor's cunt. Then he 
felt her thighs clamp tightly shut beneath his loins, and he raised his head 
to stare down in surprise at her strained face. 

"No!" Anissa gasped. "I ... I can't do it." Anissa sucked her breath in 
hoarsely, her whole body shuddered as the urgent inner battle was waged in 
her mind. A moment ago she had been ready, ready despite everything. Then, 
at that first crucial contact of the pulsing head of Peter's youthful cock 
pressing right up against the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, something 
drove home in her mind the seriousness of the act she was about to commit. 
And she had frozen. But she knew, hopeless as the idea made her feel, that 
she still couldn't resist. For a moment longer she held her thighs clenched 
tightly shut, the soft warm flesh caressing the throbbing cock that was 
thrust up between them. Then she sighed, a soft smile playing on her lips. 
"Yes I can. Yes I can, Peter. Come on and fuck me." 

That did it. Miss Taylor's hungry sucking of Peter's cock had destroyed his 
control. He had never had a woman use her mouth on him in his life. And it 
had been like nothing he'd ever experienced. If she hadn't stopped sucking 
him when she did, he thought he would have shot off right in her mouth. And 
now the proximity of his throbbing cock to the warmly inviting softness of 
her pussy was more than he could stand. With a gasp Peter tried to hold 
back. But it was hopeless. As he stiffened upon Miss Taylor's half-naked, 
urgently writhing body, he felt his cock seem to twitch even larger. 

Then the dam burst and his hot load of impetuous cum began to spray in thick 
searing droplets which splattered wetly on the sensitive flesh of the sexy 
young History teacher's naked inner thighs and into the softly curling hair 
that adorned the lips of her still un violated cunt. Even as he ejaculated, 
Peter desperately tried to insert the pulsing head of his cock into the 
tight little orifice of Miss Taylor's pussy. But it was hopeless. There 
wasn't enough time, and as the last few drops of cum oozed feebly from the 
tiny little glans at the tip of his cock, Peter felt his spent cock begin 
slowly to deflate. Sighing, he raised his head, looking down in shame and 
embarrassment as the still lust-contorted face of the sensuous dark-haired 
teacher. 

"I'm sorry, Miss Taylor. I couldn't help it." 

Miss Taylor said nothing. She merely stared at Peter contemptuously for a 
moment, then shook her head. 

"It'll get up again in a minute," he said. "I promise. I can always raise a 
second hard-on if the girl will give a little help." 

"No," his History teacher said in a firm voice filled with resentment and 
bitterness. "Just get out of here. Just get out of here, Peter Benson, and 
don't ever come back." 

* * * 

Peter paused at the steps that led up to the entrance of the Quad, staring 
with disgust down at the ground. "Goddamn it," he muttered under his breath. 
He'd been so close. He'd been on the verge of sticking his cock right up 
into Miss Taylor's sweet little pussy, and had really been ready to fuck 
her. If he could have just held off for a minute longer, just until he'd 
gotten it in. Then even if he had shot off he'd have kept on fucking her. 
Pretty soon he would have had a hard-on again. And he knew that if a man 
satisfied a woman like that, a woman capable of getting as hot as Miss 
Taylor had today, he would be able to fuck her any time he wanted to. 

Now Peter knew, he would probably never get another chance. 

He'd never encountered the kind of scorn Miss Taylor had shown for him after 
he'd prematurely ejaculated between her thighs instead of into her pussy. He 
knew he'd lost out. The only thing he had to show for his visit was that as 
he had been going out the door he asked her about Willy's story and she 
absently said she would change the "F" to a "B", because of its historical 
merit. That was what he had primarily gone up to her office to achieve. But 
it seemed scarcely consoling now. 

Peter shook his head, sighing tiredly, and started up the steps and through 
the doors into the quad. He ascended the stairs to the second floor, and 
continued, dragging his feet, down the hall toward his room. Then he paused 
outside the door to Willy's room as he heard a loud burst of laughter from 
inside. Peter hesitated for a moment before he opened the door and stepped 
in. Willy was seated cross-legged on his bunk, the xerox copy of his short 
story spread out before him. He was smoking a cigarette, which was something 
Peter had never before seen him do. Surrounding him were Jimmy Dawson and 
three other boys, all of whom had apparently read and enjoyed the story. 

"Well, how'd it go at Miss Taylor's office?" Jimmy asked, looking up at 
Peter expectantly. 

Peter hesitated. There was nothing in the world he would enjoy more than 
telling these boys about the school History teacher sucking his cock. But 
there was one drawback. If he admitted what happened afterwards, that he had 
lost control and shot off before he could stick it into her, he would lose 
his reputation as the stud of the freshman class. And that hard-earned 
reputation was based not on idle bragging, but genuine conquests. 

Peter grinned, he had already been to bed with four girls in his life, two 
of them sophomores. He wasn't going to lie and say that he'd fucked Miss 
Taylor when he hadn't really done it. Besides that, even knowing it was 
hopeless, Peter really wanted the chance to try again. Telling these kids 
what Miss Taylor had done would not be a very good strategy toward that 
goal. 

"Oh, it went pretty good, I guess," Peter said at last, shrugging. 

"I don't even care about the "F" anymore," Willy said. The studious-looking 
youngster took another drag of his cigarette, coughed, and grinned 
sheepishly. "Maybe Miss Taylor didn't like it, but all these guys have read 
it and they did. That's more important, really." 

Peter grinned. "Miss Taylor liked it too. We read it again in her office 
told her it was better than the others, and I think she agreed with me. Just 
before I left she changed the 'F' to a 'B'. " 

"A 'B'? " Willy asked, his eyes widening. "So I guess I will be almost able 
to keep my perfect grade record!" He hesitated for a moment, then continued: 
"Hey, yeah, that's really great. Let me see it." 

"Oh, I ran into Charlie Elkman on the way back from the office. He said he 
wanted to read the story and as you promised to let him have the original 
since Jimmy had the copy, I went ahead and gave it to him." 

"Fine," Willy said. 

"Well, it's a hell of a good story anyway," Peter said. "Hey, hasn't anybody 
got another cigarette?" 

Jimmy Dawson took a crumpled pack from his pocket and extended a cigarette 
toward Peter. He was about to take it when they heard a soft rap on the 
door. 

"Who is it?" asked Willy. 

"Charlie." 

Peter turned to open the door. Framed in it was Charlie Elkman, to whom he'd 
lent the original copy of Willy's story, less than fifteen minutes ago. The 
young boy's face was ghostly white. 

"What the hell's the matter?" Peter asked, frowning. 

Charlie stepped inside. He hesitated, then shook his head and said 
shamefully: "I was reading Willy's story in the library. Miss Priggets, the 
Home Economics teacher, started reading over my shoulder. I didn't even know 
she was there until she reached down and grabbed it out of my hands." He 
paused. "She said she was taking it straight to Dean Rogers." 

"Oh shit," Peter muttered softly. 

* * * 

Anissa felt terrible. She'd hardly slept at all last night. She'd been 
haunted by yesterday's degrading incident at her office with Peter Benson. 
She couldn't believe now that she had done what she had, that she had sucked 
his cock and that, had it not been for his premature ejaculation, she would 
have let him have sexual intercourse with her. Anissa knew that there would 
never be an excuse for what she'd done. And she felt she would bear a burden 
of remorse for her actions as long as she lived. Yet almost equal to her 
guilt was another at least equally disturbing problem: the gnawing lust that 
had prompted her perverted actions remained with her, profound as ever. 

Exhausted from her lack of sleep, Anissa made her way down the hall of the 
second foor of the main class building toward her office. She had an almost 
unbearable dread of having to face her class today, particularly the History 
class of which Peter Benson was a member. She didn't know how she would even 
be able to look him in the eye, knowing what he knew about her and bound 
also to the realization that he might have related yesterday's event to some 
of his fellow students. Anissa knew that if her actions came to light she 
would be in serious trouble. The sensuous brunette, who still looked lovely 
despite her trying night, nervously unlocked the door to her office and then 
stepped inside. She felt she had returned to the scene of the crime, for a 
brief moment she had the inclination to flee, but not only the office, the 
school, her job, the city itself. Then she was startled by the rude jangling 
of the telephone. 

"Hello, Anissa Taylor," the nervous young woman said in a near-cracked 
voice. 

She waited silently for a moment, then her face blanched as she heard the 
voice at the other end of the line: "Hello, Anissa. Pam here. Dean Rogers 
would like to see you in his office immediately." 

"Yes ... all right," Anissa answered almost in a whisper, placing the 
receiver lightly back on the hook. 

Dean Rogers had found out about what happened yesterday between her and 
Peter. That was the first explanation that came to Anissa's mind, and with 
it, sheer panic. But at second thought she realized she could be jumping to 
conclusions. It was, after all, not that uncommon for her to be summoned to 
the Dean's office. Though he was an able school administrator, Anissa had 
always found the forty-five year old Dean of the school somewhat creepy. She 
was uncomfortable around him. She didn't like the way she often caught him 
looking at her. And it did seem that he summoned her to the office with 
inordinate frequency, and on the slightest of pretexts. But the possibility 
that Anissa's worst fear was well-founded still remained, and she didn't 
know how she could possibly face Dean Rogers if by some means or other he 
had found out what had happened here in her office yesterday. 

Already flagellated near the breaking point by her own pangs of conscience, 
Anissa knew she would not have the fortitude to defend her actions before 
her superior if yesterday's episode was the reason for him calling her over 
to the office. And she had the sudden temptation to actually go through with 
what she'd considered a moment ago to flee, leave here and never return and 
just hope that somehow and someday she would be able to escape from the 
memory of what had happened here. But she really had no place to go. 

It was the middle of the term, and Anissa knew it would be difficult to find 
another appointment before next September, or summer school at the soonest. 
It was still a week till pay day and she would have only her meager savings 
to fall back on. It was enough money to live until September, but an amount 
hardly sufficient to give her the sense of security she had need of. After 
another moment's consideration, Anissa hit upon a compromise. She would 
report to the Dean's office as requested, and if she was confronted, when 
she got there, with that had happened here yesterday, she would just leave 
immediately, without bothering to defend herself, without even making 
arrangements to pick up this month's pay. But if she had been summoned on 
another matter, she would pretend nothing had happened. And she would keep 
her fingers crossed, trusting that Peter Benson would be ashamed enough of 
his own failure to keep what had happened a secret. With a sigh Anissa 
hooked her purse strap over her arm, briefly checked the mail box, then 
locked the door and made her way downstairs to the Dean's office. 

As she stepped into the reception room, she was momentarily buffered by the 
warm smile with which Pam, the Dean's secretary, greeted her. Then her heart 
almost leapt to her throat as the pleasant woman spoke, "Go on in, Anissa. 
They're waiting for you." 

They? The plural pronoun was like a flash of lightning in Anissa's mind. 
They: Peter Benson and Dean Rogers. But Anissa realized again that she might 
be jumping to conclusions. For all she knew Dean Rogers had called a meeting 
of the four History teachers who worked at the school. Yet, even so, she 
didn't have the courage to ask Pam who it was she was referring to. Instead, 
she walked stiffly past the secretary's desk, and opened the door which led 
to the Dean's office. Then Anissa's heart almost skipped a beat. Seated 
across from the school's top administrator was not Peter Benson, as she had 
feared, but Willy Green. Spread out on the desk before the superintendent 
was Willy's short story, the "B" Anissa had awarded it yesterday appearing 
in bright red on the cover sheet, and the "F" crossed out. 

Anissa stared in stunned silence at the manuscript for a moment, then 
glanced pleadingly at Willy who looked up sheepishly at her, visibly 
squirming with discomfort. Then the apprehensive brunette shifted her 
attention slowly to the Dean, and she realized immediately that, though her 
worst fears had not been realized, this was still not going to be easy for 
her. 

The Dean's face was a mask of sternness, but Anissa could see from the 
twinkle in his eyes that he was secretly gloating. The way he was looking at 
her almost made her skin crawl, and she knew that behind his hypocritical 
piety was a lechery of the basest sort. 

"Why Miss Taylor!" Rogers said at last, rising momentarily and quickly 
resuming his seat. "So nice of you to come. If you'd please sit down, I have 
a little literary question I'd like to discuss with you and Willy." 

"Yes sir," Anissa said softly, trying to control her voice. She cast another 
helpless glance at Willy, then took a seat beside the nervous youngster. 

"Now I suppose you must have guessed why I called you here?" the Dean asked. 

"Yes, I have." 

"Miss Priggels, our able librarian, found one of your students, Charlie 
Elkman, reading this epic piece of pornography in the library yesterday. She 
was kind enough to seize it and bring it to me, and I read it last night. I 
found it absolutely stunning." The Dean paused, then added: "That is, the 
fact that you saw fit to award this piece of filth a "B". Dean Rogers smiled 
shrewdly. "I wonder if you have an explanation?" 

Anissa hesitated, acutely aware of Willy's eyes on her as she tried to 
decide how to begin to explain her position on the obviously pornographic, 
but well-written historical story. Now the arguments eluded her, or 
collapsed in her mind. Yesterday it had all seemed different. The fact that 
the story was well-written, that it did have a certain historical 
significance, seemed to validate the pornography. But yesterday she'd been 
in a virtual dream state herself. The emotional condition in which she had 
agreed to change the grade from "F" to "B" had been the same emotional 
condition under which she had eventually submitted to the temptation to suck 
Peter Benson's cock and had invited him to fuck her. Now everything had 
changed. Though her lust was still unquenched, she was burdened with 
remorse. The story had somehow led to her own downfall and she couldn't 
defend it. She didn't know how. 

"Was it your intention, by awarding this story a 'B' Miss Taylor, to set it 
as an example to the rest of the class?" 

Anissa shook her head. "No. Of course not." 

"Did you find the material interesting, appealing, exciting?" 

Anissa lifted her eyes slowly, but she was hardly able to meet the Dean's 
leering gaze. At last she shook her head. "No." 

"Is it your intention to encourage Willy? I mean in this kind of report?" 

"No!" Anissa gasped, almost in tears. 

"Then why did you give this story a "BT 

Anissa bit her lips, again shaking her head, staring shamefully down at her 
own lap and the outline of her shapely thighs revealed by her modest, loose 
skirt. "I don't know. I don't know why I gave it a 'B'. " 

"Are you going to allow the 'B' to remain." 

"No. I'll let you be the judge of the grade and make the correction in my 
book as you advise." 

* * * 

Willy Green trudged gloomily down the hall toward the room where the 
freshman History class was held, lugging his books as if they were an 
overbearing burden. He walked slowly through the door of the already 
half-filled classroom and made his way to his seat behind Peter Benson. 
Peter and Jimmy Dawson were already in their places, watching him 
expectantly. 

"What happened?" Peter asked. 

Willy put his books down on the top of the desk and flopped down into his 
seat. "She changed the "B" back to an "F". My perfect record's screwed up 
after all. And Dean Rogers has assigned me to do a ten thousand-word report 
on the pollution of earths resources." 

"Ten thousand words?" asked Jimmy. "How many pages is that?" 

"It's about fifty pages of longhand," Willy said. "I've got a week to do it, 
and he wants it well-researched. He says he's familiar with the subject, 
which means I probably won't get any other homework done." 

"What about Miss Taylor?" asked Peter. 

"What about her?" 

"I mean," Peter began, "what did she say?" 

Willy shook his head. "She didn't say anything at all. She just looked 
embarrassed. She told the Dean she would give the story whatever grade he 
felt it merited. He said it merited an "F", and after thinking it over for 
two seconds, she said she agreed." 

"She sure changes her mind fast, doesn't she?" asked Jimmy. 

Peter was about to answer when Pam Henricks, Dean Roger's secretary, 
appeared in the doorway of the classroom. 

"Could I have your attention?" the buxom woman announced loudly. She waited 
a moment until the conversation in the room died down, then stated: "I'm 
sorry to inform you that Miss Taylor has reported ill. Today's class will be 
excused, and you'll use it as a study period in the library. Now if you'll 
come with me, please." 

"I've got an idea," Peter said, rising. "Look, Willy. How would you like to 
get a real piece of ass?" 

Willy, who'd also risen and been in the process of picking up his books, 
almost dropped the whole lot of them. He stared at Peter with shock, almost 
fear in his wide eyes. "Get a piece of ass? Me?" 

"Sure. It happens to nearly everybody sooner or later and I think this may 
be your chance." 

"But who'd wanta lay me?" Willy asked, astonished. 

Peter, leading the way, the three boys started back up the aisle toward the 
door of the classroom. But he slowed his pace, allowing the rest of the 
class to draw a short distance ahead of them before he turned back to Willy. 

"Miss Taylor." 

Willy stared at the taller teenager with disbelief. "Miss Taylor?" 

"Don't you think she's good-looking?" 

"I think she's one of the best looking women I ever saw," said Willy. "But 
she wouldn't let me get anywhere near her. Especially after what's happened 
now." 

"Don't kid yourself. That "F" is your big break. Unless you're scared to 
try." 

"I'm not scared," Willy said nervously. 

"Then go to her place after school today. Take your report. Ask her why she 
didn't help you. Play on her guilt, and when you think the time is right, 
make a pass at her." 

"But. . . " 

"But nothing," snapped Peter. "I know women. And I know Miss Taylor got 
excited as hell from your story. I watched her read it." 

 CHAPTER 6 

Anissa had just stepped out of the shower and was drying off her voluptuous 
body when she heard the doorbell ring. She felt an instant trepidation at 
the prospect of being visited by anyone, the way she felt now, yet at the 
same time a curiosity made it imperative to answer it. After the 
embarrassing ordeal at Dean Roger's, Anissa had realized she couldn't 
conceivably face the class and Peter Benson, not to mention Willy Green, 
whom she'd betrayed by her unwillingness to defend the position even she had 
come to assume, regarding his short story. She'd lounged about her apartment 
all day long, knowing that her unwillingness to confront her students today 
was only going to make it more difficult to face them tomorrow. 

Now she'd decided to slip out to a movie in the hope that might offer her at 
least a vicarious escape from her troubles. But she had to see who it was at 
the door; otherwise she would worry about it all night. Taking unconscious 
note of the softly inviting curves of her sensuous body reflected in the 
full length bathroom mirror, Anissa quickly threw a light bathrobe over her 
shoulders, and pulled it protectively together over her soft warm tits, and 
thighs at the front, tying the slash tightly. The bell sounded again and she 
made her way quickly out and across the living room to the foyer and opened 
the front door. It was Willy Green. 

Anissa felt her heart pounding in her breast as she regarded the small, 
studious-looking figure of the boy who stood in her doorway. She had really 
let him down today. She had an obligation to defend her actions in deciding, 
whatever the circumstances behind that decision might have been, to change 
the "F" grade to a "B". Willy deserved that much. He was her best student, 
and she'd always had a lot of faith in him. And he had trusted her enough to 
submit to her a report that, though not without merit, was certainly 
controversial for a freshman in the History class. And Anissa had failed 
that trust. 

"Hello ... Willy," the sensuous brunette woman said after a moment's 
silence, trying to manage a smile. "Would you ... like to come in?" 

The young boy lifted his eyes slowly, looking nervously at Anissa's face, 
then letting his gaze drift ever so fleetingly down the length of her 
voluptuously curved body, outlined teasingly in the loose fitting bathrobe. 
"Yes, ma'am." 

Anissa stepped back from the door, then turned and led the hesitant 
youngster through the foyer and into the small, neatly kept living room. 
"What ... what brings you around?" she asked, then smiled faintly. "I guess 
I don't have to ask that." 

Willy hesitated. "I thought you were ill." 

Anissa turned slowly to face the cute bespectacled youngster. Now she did 
manage a genuine smile. "Did you really?" 

"No, ma'am," Willy said, shaking his head. He placed the notebook he had 
held under his arm on the coffee table before the couch, and looking up 
hesitantly said, "I don't blame you for what happened today at the office. I 
know you couldn't be expected to defend a story like that before Dean 
Rogers. But I wanted to find out, confidentially, what you really thought 
about it." 

"Oh Willy," Anissa almost sobbed, all her affection for the youngster who 
during the course of this term had become her favorite student in the whole 
school welling up suddenly in her breast. "I did wrong today. I should have 
stood up for your report, in spite of everything. I had changed the grade to 
a "B" and I should have stood by that." 

"You mean, you did like it?" 

Anissa bit her lip. "I thought it was ... I thought it was very 
well-handled. I'm not happy to receive that kind of material in my class, 
for reasons which I think you can understand. But I like the way you write. 
I should have at least pointed that out to Dean Rogers." 

"Do you like me?" 

"What?" 

Willy swallowed hard. "Do you like me? I mean, do you think I'm handsome or 
cute or ... or whatever ... " His voice faded and he looked nervously down 
at the floor. 

Anissa couldn't resist. Hardly even thinking of what she was doing, she 
stepped suddenly forward, putting her arms around Willy's neck and, pulling 
his face forward to snuggle it warmly against her full, soft tits. She ran 
her fingers eagerly through his hair, a warmth swelling through her as she 
crushed his face to the softness of the two voluptuous mounds, scarcely 
protected by the thin housecoat she wore. 

With everything that she had been through the last couple of days, Anissa 
had hardly realized how much she missed the relationship she had come, over 
the semester to enjoy with Willy. And the fact that after the way she had 
betrayed him today in Dean Roger's office he still could care what she 
thought about him, care whether or not she liked him, made her almost want 
to cry with joy. For an extended period of time, Anissa held tightly to the 
frail youngster, swaying slightly on her feet, her own breath hastening in 
response to the intensity of her feelings. It was only later, as she felt 
one of Willy's trembling hands move up beneath her arm to begin caressing 
and massaging the side of the vibrantly swollen mounds of her tits, that she 
realized the inference Willy had drawn from what in her mind had been a 
purely innocent gesture of affection. 

As for Willy, he was so scared that he could hardly breathe. But he'd let 
Peter Benson talk him into coming here tonight, and he'd agreed to try to 
make a pass at Miss Taylor. And that was something he'd never done in his 
life. He was scared of girls his own age, and the mere thought of trying 
something like this with Miss Taylor seemed virtually beyond conception. But 
he couldn't deny, astonishing as it seemed, that the History teacher had 
offered him an opening. And he knew that if he passed it up he'd regret it 
for years to come. 

Anissa stiffened, paralyzed to immobility by Willy's sudden shocking move. 
She sucked her breath in hoarsely, an involuntary shiver coursing through 
her flesh as she felt his hand crush softly down against the ripe firmness 
of one of her sensitive tits. Then she gasped aloud as Willy turned his head 
slightly and suddenly covered his mouth over the already hard swollen little 
bud of her nipple, protruding rigidly against the thin material of her robe. 
A tingle darted up her spine from the sudden titillating contact, and she 
felt an instant fluttering in her loins from the tantalizing sensation. 

"Ooooooh," Anissa moaned spontaneously. "Oh please, Willy. Don't do that. 
Please." 

In spite of his inexperience, Willy sensed that Miss Taylor was getting 
excited. And he knew that now he had nothing to lose. He'd already made his 
move. He might as well follow through to the end or until she forcibly 
stopped him. Sucking hungrily on the hard swollen bud of the excited History 
teacher's nipple from the outside of her flimsy housecoat, he dropped his 
hand down from beneath her arm, running it slowly down her side to suddenly 
seize the firmness of one of her full-fleshed ass-cheeks, just as the slave 
gardener had in his short story, and pulled her loins tightly to his. Then, 
feeling his cock twitch urgently in his trousers, the frightened youngster 
shoved his hips forward, pressing the throbbing hardness of his small young 
cock eagerly up between her thighs. 

For a moment Anissa was too dazed to even think. She might have expected 
this kind of advance from some of the students, but not from Willy. Even 
considering the fact that he'd had the audacity to submit and write that 
pornographic report, she'd never have thought that he would make so bold a 
play as this. Then suddenly, it occurred to the young teacher what must have 
happened. 

Anissa groaned, unable to deny the surge of forbidden pleasure which welled 
through her loins at the hard contact of Willy's erect cock, tenting up in 
his trousers to press threateningly against the tender softness of her 
hardly protected loins. And as the explanation of Willy's motivation finally 
became clear in her mind, she felt a sinking in her breasts, a sudden and 
profound sense of despair. Her legs almost went weak, her body limp. Then, 
with a deep groan, she reached down to seize the young boy's hand and jerk 
it away from her ripely rounded ass-cheeks, at the same time desperately 
pushing his face away from her breast and drawing back away from him. 

"He told you, didn't he?" she gasped, staring wide-eyed at the surprised and 
excited teenager. "What?" 

"Peter told you what happened at my office yesterday! He told you how we 
almost made ... love?" Anissa's voice had trailed off slowly. The 
significance of the stunned look on Willy's face had registered in her mind 
as she spoke, but it had not registered quickly enough to stop her from 
saying what she had. It was only as she added the word "love", as an 
afterthought, that it became apparent to her that Willy hadn't known about 
her and Peter. And now she had told him. She had unwittingly given herself 
away. 

"Oh my God," Anissa said in a whisper. "You didn't know, did you?" 

"No," Willy answered in a stunned voice, shaking his head. 

"Then why ... why did you try that?" 

"I don't know," Willy said thoughtfully, frowning as the pieces of the 
puzzle began to fall together in his mind. Now he knew why Peter had sent 
him here. Peter had almost fucked Miss Taylor the day he went up to discuss 
Willy's paper with her. For some reason, Peter thought that he, Willy, had a 
better chance of actually making it with Miss Taylor. Willy was beginning to 
build up his faith in his friend's judgment. 

Frightened as he was, he was beginning to suspect that he might really have 
a chance with the History teacher. For a moment longer, Willy stared 
silently at the floor. Then slowly he looked up, his eyes moving intently up 
the length of the History teacher's voluptuous body, teasingly revealed by 
the loosely falling robe. 

He became aware for the first time since his arrival that her skin was damp 
beneath the robe. She must have just gotten out of the bath when he'd 
arrived, and if that were so she was probably naked beneath it. All it would 
take was one little jerk on that sash that held it together in front, and 
there would be nothing to conceal those voluptuous naked curves of her flesh 
from his gaze. The mere thought almost drove him out of his mind, and Willy 
knew he had to try. 

"I did it because I wanted ... I wanted to make love to you," Willy said 
hesitantly. 

"But Willy," Anissa gasped. "What makes you think I would do a thing like 
that?" 

"I thought you liked me." 

"I do like you. But teachers and students don't . . .I ... I still don't 
understand why you think I would..." 

"I've never done it to a woman," Willy said, trying to sound very ashamed. 
"The girls at school don't much like me. But I just wanted to do it, just 
once, so I could really write about it with experience." 

Anissa watched the boy in desperation. He looked almost as if he were about 
to cry, and now more than ever she felt her true emotion begin to surface, 
all the bursting affection she had for him swelling up in her breast with an 
effect as devastating as her own secret desire. 

"Please, Miss Taylor. I won't tell anyone. I won't even tell Peter." Willy 
paused for a moment, rallying his courage, then added: "And I know you want 
to. I can see it in your eyes." 

It was true, Anissa thought. She did want to. She wanted to make love to 
Willy. All the lust and frustration that had lain dormant in her body since 
the last time she'd made love to a man had surfaced. The first reading of 
Willy's report had been the catalyst, prompting her to commit an obscene act 
of masturbation. Then yesterday she'd sucked the cock of another fifteen 
year old male student, and after that she'd been ready and willing to fuck 
with him, no matter what the potential future consequences of the act. But 
he had failed her, and through last night and today she had been tormented 
by her unquenched passion. And now, just the brief bit of contact of Willy's 
hands on her body and his face snuggling in the voluptuous valley between 
her proud high set breasts and his tongue sucking at the sensitive little 
nipple from the outside of her housecoat had almost driven her out of her 
mind. She did want him now. She wanted Willy, young and inexperienced as he 
was. She wanted to make love to him. 

Willy could see the crisis of struggle mirrored in the dark-haired woman's 
face, see the weakness and longing in her watering eyes. He knew that if 
ever there had been a time that was right for anything, this was the time 
that was right for the pulling of that sash and, frightened as he was, he 
forced himself to move. 

"Oh no, Willy!" Anissa gasped as the young boy suddenly stepped back toward 
her. "Please don't touch me now!" 

Then the lust-crazed History teacher looked down in shock and horror as 
Willy seized the sash that held her skimpy robe together in the front in a 
sudden motion of his arm jerking it completely loose. A sob of helplessness 
rose in her throat as she watched the material of her robe part swiftly, yet 
in her eyes as though in slow motion, off the two voluptuous mounds of her 
tits, the smooth sensuous flesh of her belly and the softly-haired little 
triangle of her pussy nestled between her shapely legs. 

Willy stepped suddenly forward to press his body against her nakedly exposed 
flesh, his hand moving up to caress her breast and slip beneath her arm 
inside her robe to her back to pull her body up tightly against him as his 
loins drove hard up against her naked thighs, she almost fainted. But 

Willy bounced suddenly up to his tiptoes, his mouth crushing eagerly against 
her sensuously parted lips and her tongue flicking wetly between them as his 
hand moved lower down her back onto the firmly rounded half-moon of one of 
her naked ass-cheeks. 

Anissa clenched her eyes tightly shut, exerting a last feeble resistance 
against the uncontrollable sensations coursing relentlessly through her half 
naked body. But the soft kneading of Willy's fingers into the sensitive 
firmness of her ripe ass-cheeks and the shocking pressure of his throbbing 
erection pushed up against her soft loins brought moans of lust and passion 
from her lips that could not be quieted. She was losing the struggle. She 
couldn't help herself. She wanted this young boy so badly she thought she 
would die if she couldn't have him. And she had to have all of him; she had 
to have his virgin cock inside her pussy, no matter what the cost. 

With a soft whimper, Anissa drew her lips away from her over-eager students. 
She looked with watering eyes down at his excited face, her buttocks 
spontaneously jerking from the caress of his hands on her tender flesh. "All 
right, Willy. I'll make love to you. Take off your clothes and let's go in 
and get into bed." 

"Really?" Willy asked in a trembling voice. 

Anissa smiled. "Yes. Really." 

Willy hesitated for a moment longer, then slowly dropped his hand from 
Anissa's ass-cheeks and stepped back, his gaze slowly descending down the 
length of her body, her breasts, her belly, the forbidden little triangle of 
her pussy now completely exposed to his hungry eyes. Her naked breasts 
visibly rising and falling with her strained breathing, Anissa moved past 
the excited teenager and crossed the hall into her bedroom. Willy followed, 
his heart pounding furiously, his young virgin cock standing up rigidly 
erect, bulging tightly in the crotch of his trousers. 

He was going to get laid! He was going to get his first piece of ass! After 
dreaming about it all this time, after reading countless classical erotic 
novels and masturbating in the privacy of his dormitory room, after writing 
about the act of which he had only dreamed, he was finally going to get it 
for real! Holy crap! 

Anissa paused beside her bed, turning to look back at the boy with sultry, 
narrowed eyes. "Now, Willy," she said in a lusty voice. "Take your clothes 
off." 

Willy hesitated for a moment, feeling self-conscious at the prospect of 
undressing before Miss Taylor, even though he'd already seen the front of 
her body completely naked. Then he kicked off his shoes and in a quick 
motion peeled his sweater and T-shirt over his head. Then he averted his 
eyes shamefully and fumbled hesitantly with his bel buckle and the buttons 
of his Levi's. 

"Come on, Willy." Miss Taylor purred softly "Don't be nervous." 

In a quick impulsive gesture Willy pulled down his trousers and his jockey 
shorts to suddenly free the youthfully throbbing shaft of his cock to 
restroom up in complete naked exposure, the blood engorged head palpitating 
almost visibly. H stepped clumsily out of his trousers, watching a his 
teacher reached up to gently shove the robe of her shoulders and let it fall 
to the floor to leave he completely naked too. Willy stared at her hungrily 
his excitement-hardened cock jerking as h involuntarily flexed it. Then he 
nervously wet hi lips and spoke in a near cracked voice. "I'm no sure I know 
what to do, Miss Taylor." 

Anissa smiled. She knew she might spend he whole life regretting the act she 
was about t commit. But there was no longer any question o turning back. 
She'd gone much too far. She couldn't have changed her mind if she'd wanted 
to 

"That's all right, Willy. I'll show you what to do Just come here and stand 
close to me and put your hands on me and start getting me ready to make 
love." 

Anissa closed her eyes as the young boy stepped eagerly toward her. She 
sighed deeply as she felt his breath blow softly over her already swollen 
nipples. Then a little shiver of anticipation and longing coursed through 
her naked body as he leaned closer, pressing his face into the deep valley 
of softness between her voluptuous tits, his lips coming into sudden contact 
with her still shower-damp flesh even as his hands dropped to the flaring 
moons of her ass-cheeks and the hotly tingling shaft of his cock pressed 
hard up between her unprotected thighs. 

"Yes, Willy." Anissa moaned as one of the teenager's fingers moved down 
between the ripe mounds of her ass. His tongue flicked moistly from his 
mouth to caress one of her tiny swollen breast tips, and his hand brushed 
right over the little puckered hole of her anus before he reached up between 
her thighs from the rear to stroke softly into the little silken hairs that 
lined the tight split of her pussy. Then the voluptuously naked History 
teacher moaned aloud as her hips spontaneously jerked forward so that the 
naked flesh of Willy's rigid young cock prodded up threateningly between her 
thighs, the bulbous tip ramming hard against the sensitively tingly bud of 
her clitoris. 

She almost collapsed from the stunning contact, and for a moment she had to 
hold on to Willy for support. Then, groaning softly, she reclined onto her 
back onto the bed in an almost perfect spread-eagled position, pulling the 
young boy down on top of her as she did so. Willy trembled, reclining the 
full weight of his frail body on Miss Taylor's fully swollen tits letting 
his loins sag between her widespread thighs, his cock continuing to prod 
hotly against the warmly moistened lips of her pussy. 

"What do ... what do I do now, Miss Taylor?" 

Anissa sighed deeply. "Put your hand between my legs and play with my pussy 
with your fingers. For just a minute. Just long enough to get it good and 
moist." 

Willy needed no further encouragement. He arched his ass up, reaching 
eagerly down beneath his own body to trail his hand quickly up the straining 
inner flesh of Miss Taylor's smoothly contoured thigh, feeling her ass jerk 
in a spontaneous movement as his extended middle finger found sudden searing 
contact with the thin little hair-lined slit of her pussy. 

The lust-crazed History teacher moaned deeply, running her hands with 
increasing ardor up and down Willy's back and hugging him even tighter to 
her voluptuously rounded tits as she felt his fingers part her flanged pussy 
lips and begin to probe cautiously up into the warmly quivering passage of 
her cunt. 

"Oh yes! Yes!" Anissa moaned, her ass jerking in a frenzied spasm to the 
tantalizing invasion of Willy's middle finger up into the most sensitive 
tightness of her heated pussy. Then she knew she could wait no longer. Willy 
was almost as excited as Peter Benson had been yesterday, and the mere 
thought that he might lose control, as Peter had, and cum before he'd gotten 
his cock inside her was more than the hopelessly aroused brunette could 
bear. 

She was already so hot she didn't need any further stimulation she was 
ready. She had to be fucked, and she had to be fucked now! With a distant 
moan of surrender, Anissa reached down to seize Willy's lustful jerking 
cock, guiding it quickly up and inserting just the smooth head between the 
sensitive lips of her cunt, emitting a low sob at the first faint stab of 
pain as the slight resistance gave way to let the wildly throbbing tip 
inside. She moaned aloud, lunging her hips eagerly upward and spreading her 
thighs even wider as she felt the palpitating rod of cock flesh slip slowly 
into her pulsing cuntal opening, gradually boring into the softly yielding 
walls, deeper and deeper until she was completely skewered and Willy's heavy 
young sperm-filled testicles slapped softly down into the sensitive crack of 
her quivering ass-cheeks. 

Then she could control herself no longer. "Oh fuck me, Willy!" she gasped. 
"Fuck me as I've never been fucked before. It feels so good. It feels so 
good." 

"It feels ... it feels too good to me," Willy croaked. "It feels so good I 
can hardly stand it. I don't know if I'm going to be able to hold back 
Anissa knew she hadn't moved a moment too soon. The extended foreplay had 
pushed her new fifteen year old lover almost to the breaking point. Unless 
she missed her guess, Willy had probably never even kissed a woman before. 
And the act of actual fucking was probably driving him out of his mind. She 
knew he would cum very soon. He couldn't be expected to control himself on 
his first experience. And she was determined not to blame him for that, or 
to make him feel badly. 

"That's all right, Willy. I understand. Just fuck me. Just fuck me and do it 
as it comes naturally to you." 

Willy lay motionless for a moment on Miss Taylor's naked trembling body. The 
feel of her luscious wet pussy flexing and tightening on his throbbing cock, 
her thighs clinging to his hips, her voluptuous tits mashed down beneath his 
chest, was better than anything the young boy had every experienced. It 
seemed to good to be true. He was finally getting a piece of ass, and thai 
was something that could never be taken away from him. And now Miss Taylor 
was begging him to really fuck her. Willy didn't know whether or not he was 
up to it, but he was determined to try. With a low guttural moan, the 
trembling teenager began to move his hips. 

Anissa shivered beneath him, her lewdly impaled body twisting in lustful 
ecstasy from the sensation of finally having a cock inside her hungering 
pussy. She clung tightly to him, her thighs scissoring slowly open and 
closed, little insane ripples of pleasure tingling through the nerve ends of 
her flesh as he began to thrust his pulsing male hardness in and out of her 
trembling cunt, gradually increasing the length of his strokes to burrow the 
throbbing cock-head deeper and deeper into her tortured loins. 

He snuggled his face down against her high-mounded tits, his tongue flicking 
wetly over the tingling buds of her nipples as he began to fuck in earnest, 
lunging his lust-inflamed hardness in smooth rhythmic thrusts in and out of 
her yielding cuntal mouth, prompting involuntary contractions around the 
surging cock shaft as Anissa's ass began to jerk and hunch in avid response. 

"Oh yes, Willy. Yes. You're doing wonderfully," Anissa soothed the boy as 
she felt him gaining confidence, felt him shifting his body to thrust the 
palpitating shaft of his cock in her pussy at new and even more exciting 
angles, his hands beginning to explore eagerly over the lightly perspiring 
flesh of her soft warm tits and ass-cheeks. 

She whimpered through bared teeth, running her fingers through Willy's hair, 
little mewls and cries of pleasure exuding from her throat as she began a 
more wildly undulating motion of her naked ass that almost lifted the boy 
completely off the bed. Now the sensuous brunette's cries of passion were 
growing louder. Her teeth were gritted, her eyes open and shining with fiery 
lust. Her head lolled from side to side on the mattress, whipping her raven 
black hair back and forth over her naked shoulders. Her ass gyrated 
frenziedly in an obscene rolling motion that varied and intensified the 
almost unbearable friction on Willy's impaling rod of flesh. Her body was 
really coming to life now, caught in the swell of the maddeningly electric 
excitement that began deep in her cunt and flowered relentlessly through all 
her naked flesh. She was obsessed, tossing and writhing each instant more 
savagely in her response to the wanton titillating of her most sensitive 
inner cuntal tightness. 

"Oh yes, Willy!" Anissa moaned into the young boy's ears, her hands 
searching forcibly down his back to seize his naked ass and guide his 
racking lunges into the tender softness of her snugly clasping loins. An 
almost incessant stream of moans and whispers poured from her lips, and she 
arched her own ass even higher, bucking and tossing wildly beneath the 
squirming youngster. 

Something was happening to her, something she hadn't experienced in so long 
she'd almost forgotten what it felt like. The little quivers of lust were 
coursing through her flesh more and more frequently; reality and its chains 
were fading in the face of the relentless onslaught of lust and passion. She 
felt as she hadn't felt in years, and though she could hardly believe it 
could be true, she was beginning to think she might be able to cum ... here, 
like this, spread obscenely wide beneath one of her own students! And above 
her, Willy groaned, his fingers clawing at her trembling tits, searching 
hungrily over the soft flesh of her body. 

He knew he wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer, and he began to 
slam his loins down between Miss Taylor's thighs in a shocking staccato 
rhythm, prompting a series of deep grunts from the History teacher's throat 
as his young boy cock seemed to swell up even larger in the quivering 
tightness of her warm, moist pussy. For several moments longer Anissa 
languished in limbo, straining and writhing as she felt the waves of searing 
pleasure course through her. 

As a result of actual fucking, she had experienced only one orgasm in her 
life; that was years ago when she'd first lost her virginity to a young boy 
whose last name she couldn't even remember now. Since then she'd attained 
periodic emotional release from her sexual encounters with the various, but 
infrequent men she'd known carnally, and a degree of physical release from 
the shameful act of masturbation. But this was different, the way she felt 
now. It was the real thing and it was really going to happen. Little Willy 
Green was going to make her cum! An instant later Anissa felt the first 
shattering trembles begin deep up in her belly. 

She sighed deeply, her body going limp to lie almost completely motionless 
beneath the panting youngster save for the involuntary shivers shooting 
through her loins and ass. Realizing what was happening, the young boy 
continued his own racking lust, endowed with an energy he'd never known as 
the sperm welled up from his heavy young balls and began its mad dash toward 
ejaculation. Then suddenly the nakedly trembling History teacher gave out 
with an even more distant-sounding moan as the waves of ecstasy finally 
began to surge far up into her loins, sweeping relentlessly over her softly 
perspiring flesh to sweep aside all else, into complete oblivion. 

She threw her legs upward, locking her thighs high around the teenager's 
back to form a straight sheath of her pussy as she felt his swiftly lunging 
cock twitch and throb as the first fresh droplets of cum spurted obscenely 
up into the depths of her trembling pussy flesh. Willy continued to slam 
down viciously against Miss Taylor's writhing white body, grunting and 
groaning and ejaculating hot droplets of cum in great spurts up into the 
openly flowered softness of her pussy until she sank down in exhaustion and 
lay still beneath him. Then slowly he slacked off, feeling her hands drop 
from his body as he shot the last of his sperm into her still warmly 
clasping loins and felt his little cock begin to slowly deflate. 

Then with a gasp he sank down upon her, straining to catch up with his 
breathing as she showered soft kisses of gratitude upon his face. For a few 
moments Willy lay still on top of Miss Taylor. Then he slowly withdrew and 
rolled off onto his back, looking at her with a sheepish but proud smile as 
she reached around to stroke gently the lewdly moistened, now completely 
deflated shaft of his cock. 

"Willy?" Miss Taylor began softly. 

"Yes?" 

"I want you to promise me something. I was you to promise me you'll never 
tell Peter and the other boys what happened here today. Lie to them. Tell 
them you made a pass at me and I threw you out or something. Anything. And, 
if you do that, you can come back here tomorrow and nearly every night and 
fuck me." 

In spite of his exhaustion, Willy's cock throbbed slightly as he heard those 
words. "Yes ma'am! I promise! I won't tell anyone!" 

Anissa sighed with relief, relief that derived not so much from the fact 
that she could at least hope that what had happened here tonight would not 
be made public as from the fact she would have a longer affair with this 
cute fifteen year old boy who had done what no man had been able to do in so 
long. 

"I trust you, Willy," she said softly. "And I'll tell you what else: I'll 
help you with that paper that Dean Rogers assigned you to write. That will 
give you more time to keep up with your serious work. And I've got another 
idea too. I was thinking it over earlier this evening." 

"What's that?" asked Willy. 

"Do you have another copy of that short story?" 

"Yes. I've got it here in my notebook." 

"I know a literary magazine that publishes very avant garde material. I 
think I'm going to send them yours just to see what their editors say about 
it." 

* * * 

Peter Benson quickly climbed the stairs to the second floor of the campus 
and strode quickly down the hall to the third doorway. He opened it without 
knocking and stepped inside. Jimmy Dawson was sprawled on his bunk with an 
English book in his lap. 

"What's that?" Jimmy asked, looking at the several sheets of typed paper 
Peter carried. 

Peter pitched the paper onto his friend's desk. "Read it. Page three." 

Putting his book aside, Jimmy raised his eyebrows as he started to thumb 
through the manuscript. "It's another short story, huh? By Willy? 

"Yeah. He gave it to me this morning. He said he wanted my opinion." 

"Is it as good as the last one?" 

Peter was silent for a moment. "No, I don't think so. This one's just plain 
pornography. But the point is, I didn't help Willy with it." 

Jimmy sighed and turned to the page Peter had indicated. He read slowly, his 
interest visibly reflected by his expression. When he reached the end of the 
passage, he looked up, taking a deep breath. "Well, that's a hell of a vivid 
fuck scene." 

"You're dam right it is. And you know what it means, don't you?" 

Jimmy frowned. "No, what?" 

Peter watched his friend portentously for a moment. "It means that little 
bastard Willy has been holding out on us." 

"Holding out on us?" 

"Yeah. It means he's been getting fucked. And there's not but one person 
around here who could be fucking him. Miss Taylor." 

"Miss Taylor?" 

"You're damn right. He must have fucked her that night I sent him over to 
her quarters. And that makes me feel like a real sucker. I swallowed his 
story hook, line, and sinker when he told me that he'd made a pass at her 
and she got mad and threatened to have Dean Rogers call his parents if he 
ever did anything like that again." 

"Jesus Christ," said Jimmy. "Willy Green fucking Miss Taylor. I wouldn't 
have thought he had it in him." 

"I wouldn't have either," said Peter. "But I know damn well I'm right." 

"So what are we going to do?" 

Peter eyed his friend portentously. "I know for a fact he's at the library 
this afternoon researching the report Dean Rogers gave him to do. So we'll 
wait and see what he does after chow. When he starts over to Miss Taylor's 
we'll follow him." 

 CHAPTER 7 

Peter Benson and Jimmy Dawson had dinner with Willy at the cafeteria that 
evening. Both boys congratulated him on his new short story, and were 
careful to make no allusions to their suspicions that he'd fathered his 
material personally that he'd been to bed with Miss Taylor. But Willy's very 
manner with the two more experienced youngsters could only have served to 
support their beliefs. He was more relaxed, more confident, than he'd ever 
been before. And at the end of the meal, when Peter asked him what his plans 
were for the evening and he'd said he was going back to the library to try 
to complete the research on the paper Dean Rogers had assigned him, his 
manner of delivery made the story sound like an almost plausible, very 
polished lie. After Willy left the boys in the cafeteria and started 
ostensibly to the library, Peter was only more firmly confused. 

"Well, what do you think?" asked Jimmy. 

Peter scraped up the last of his meatloaf on a crust of bread and stuffed it 
into his mouth. "Give him about a minute's start, then we'll take a look and 
see which way he's going." 

Jimmy finished his milk, the two boys looked knowingly at each other, then 
rose and walked quickly to the cafeteria exit. Dusk was falling, but they 
could still distinguish Willy's small figure, striding swiftly across the 
athletic field toward the edge of the campus where Miss Taylor's small 
apartment was situated. 

Jimmy shook his head and spit into the flower bed that ran alongside the 
cafeteria wall. "I guess you were right." 

"Yeah, I was right. Damn that little bastard!" 

"So what are we going to do? I sure would like to get in on some of the 
action with Miss Taylor." 

"We will," said Peter. "It'll be dark in fifteen or twenty minutes. Then we 
should be able to find a window we can see through. We'll wait until the 
time is right, and one way or another we'll bust into that apartment." 

"Yeah, but how do we know Miss Taylor will go for it. Just because she's 
fucking Willy doesn't mean she'll fuck us too." 

Peter looked at Jimmy somberly. "If we catch her fucking Willy, she won't 
have any choice but to let us have our share too." He paused, wetting his 
lips. "Let's pop over to the fountain and get a Coke. By that time it'll be 
dark." 

The two boys walked quickly past the front of the main class building back 
to the quad, where the school maintained a soda fountain that was open in 
the evenings. Peter bought them two iced orange sodas, and they took seats 
at a table of their own in the rear of the lounge. They drank for the most 
part in silence, introspective, each dwelling intently on the promise the 
evening held. Peter took the last sip of his drink, looked up at the now 
darkened window, and pushed his chair back from the table. 

"Okay, let's get going." 

The two boys left the fountain and made their way quickly around the quad 
and back across the athletic field in the direction they'd seen their 
classmate going. By the time they reached their destination, night had 
completely fallen, and behind the drawn curtain that covered the open front 
window of Miss Taylor's ground-floor apartment they could see a dim light 
burning. 

"All right," said Peter. "I was here last fall when they were moving the 
furniture into this building. The bedrooms are at the back, and there are 
two windows. We're bound to be able to see something through one of them." 

Silently the two boys went up the small lawn before the two-story apartment 
building, creeping in the darkness between the side of the house and the 
white picket fence that flanked it. Peter led the way, indicating with a 
gesture of his hand the two bedroom windows at the rear, which though dark, 
revealed the same dim light they had been able to discern from the living 
room window at the front. 

The shade was drawn completely over the corner window, and it was impossible 
for them to see anything. The one on the second floor was also drawn, but it 
had been haphazardly done, and there was a crack several inches wide at the 
bottom edge of it. Peter moved quickly up to the window and peered through 
the crack, Jimmy just behind to look over his shoulders. The bedroom was 
deserted, but the hall door was open, as was the door to the living room, 
and seated there on the couch they could see Willy Green, who looked for all 
the world like the gentleman of the house. 

He'd removed his shoes, and his stockinged feet were propped up on the 
coffee table. He was drinking a Coca-Cola. Beside him, dressed in a 
sleeveless blouse, and a pair of white, very tight-fitting pants, was Miss 
Taylor. She had a clipboard in her hand, and was writing something. One the 
table before her was a large two-volume book set which Peter recognized even 
at this distance. It was two volumes from the encyclopedia system, which 
he'd seen Willy check out in the library a couple of days ago. 

"Jesus Christ," Peter said. "He's got his own teacher writing that pollution 
report!" 

"Do you think that's the only reason he's here?" Jimmy whispered, 
disappointed. 

"Hell no," Peter said under his breath. "You think he'd have his feet up on 
the table like that if he hadn't been doing something with Miss Taylor? And 
besides, she wouldn't need him here if she was just writing the report." 

"No, I guess not," agreed Jimmy. 

There was a moment of silence, then Miss Taylor put the clipboard down on 
top of the books, and turned to her young companion. "How did your new short 
story turn out?" 

Willy took a languid sip of his Coca-Cola before answering. "Oh, I don't 
know. I don't want to show it to you yet." 

"I'm really anxious to see it," Miss Taylor said, smiling. "I think we can 
finish this stupid report tonight if we both work on it." 

Willy watched in silence for a moment, sucking on a cube of ice from the 
glass which had contained Coca-Cola. "Are you really interested in working 
on the report?" 

Anissa shook her head, still smiling warmly, an expectant glow in her sultry 
blue eyes. "Not really. Why? What did you have in mind?" 

Willy shrugged, his gaze descending momentarily to the fully swollen mounds 
of Miss Taylor's tits, clearly outlined by her tight-fitting blouse. Then he 
looked suddenly back at her face, still sucking loudly on the cube of ice. 

"Oh, you're still thirsty?" Miss Taylor said, rising from her seat on the 
couch. "I'll get you another Coke." 

Peter smiled with satisfaction as the sensuously voluptuous brunette started 
to turn away and move around the coffee table, then was stopped suddenly as 
Willy dropped his feet to the floor and leaned forward, reaching up with 
both hands to seize the tightly rounded half moons of her ass, ripely 
revealed by the tigt-fitting pants she wore. 

"Oh Willy," the dark-haired History teacher said in a half-teasing voice. 
"What are you trying to do now?" 

Willy looked sincerely at the brunette teacher for a moment. "I want to try 
something new. 

Something I read about in a book." 

Even at this distance Peter and Jimmy could discern the glow of pleasure 
that shone in Miss Taylor's eyes as she regarded the small bespectacled 
youngster who sat on the couch before her, both his hands clinging tightly 
to her firmly rounded ass cheeks. And when she spoke they could hear the 
excitement in her voice. "And what kind of books have you been reading?" 

Willy didn't answer. For a moment longer he hesitated, still holding tightly 
to the flaring mounds of Miss Taylor's ass. Then he moved one of his hands 
slowly around to his teacher's belly, reaching up beneath her blouse to 
stroke the little hole of her navel before he began to fumble with the snap 
at the top of the zipper of her pants. 

"Oh, Willy, come on," the young History teacher protested playfully. "If you 
want to go into the bedroom, we can." 

"No, ma'am," he said. "We can go to the bedroom later." 

Then with another flick of his finger, Willy loosened the snap and quickly 
undid the zipper of Miss Taylor's pants, parting the tightly stretched 
material to reveal her nearly transparent silken panties beneath, through 
which he and the boys watching secretly through the window, could just 
distinguish the softly curling strands of black hair at the good-looking 
young woman's cunt. 

Then, watching through the window, Peter and Jimmy both almost groaned aloud 
as Willy slowly eased the pants down off the sexy History teacher's 
sensuously flaring ass, pulling them all the way down to mid-thigh, leaving 
only the teacher's flimsy, low-hanging panties to protect her ass and her 
forbidden triangle of her moist waiting pussy. 

"Jesus!" gasped Jimmy. "Boy, do I want to get a little of that!" 

"Shhhhh," Peter cautioned. "You will. Just wait until Willy gets her ready 
first. I've got a pretty good idea of what he wants to do. And from our 
viewpoint it's perfect." 

Breathing in deep gusts, Willy ran his hands slowly back up the sensitive 
flesh on the inside of Miss Taylor's thigh, feeling her shiver as he pushed 
his middle finger up against the silken crotch band of her panties, 
beginning to rub the material slowly up and down along the little hair-lined 
slit of her pussy. 

"Oh! Oh Willy," the dark-haired History teacher gasped. "What are you trying 
to do to me?" 

Willy still refused to answer. For a moment longer he continued to work the 
silken crotch band of the panties back and forth along the tingling slit of 
Miss Taylor's pussy and over the already lewdly swollen bud of her clitoris. 
Then, prompting an even deeper moan from her throat, he worked the crotch 
band aside and slipped his middle finger in to begin slowly spreading the 
already smoothly flowing moisture up and down along the flanged lips of her 
cunt. 

After a moment he moved his other hand up from the full right half-moon of 
her ass-cheeks to seize the waistband at the top of the panties, he began to 
pull them slowly downward. And, as he did so, he leaned his face gradually 
forward toward her loins, his tongue flicking wetly from his mouth to lick 
slowly up the straining tendon of her inner thigh. 

"Holy cow!" Jimmy moaned. "He's going to eat her!" 

"You're damn right he'd going to eat her," said Peter. "And after he gets 
through doing that, she won't be able to refuse us anything." 

The two boys watched with baited breath as their unsuspecting classmate 
slowly pulled the panties down off the clefted cheeks of Miss Taylor's ass 
and the soft raven dark triangle of hair nestled so invitingly between her 
thighs. They could see the expression of shock and alarm on her face as she 
first realized what Willy proposed to do, but it was clearly apparent that, 
mingled with that alarm, was a perverse and compelling fascination, and they 
could see her lips quiver as Willy slowly flicked his tongue higher and 
began to lick teasingly into the softly curling strands of raven hair that 
lined the little pink slit of the excited 

History teacher's pussy. 

"Oh Willy!" Miss Taylor moaned, "No, Willy! Don't do that! Please don't do 
that!" 

But in spite of the older woman's protests, Willy persisted. Again he moved 
both his hands up to firmly seize the older brunette's nakedly flaring 
ass-cheeks, pulling her loins even closer to his face as he flicked his 
tongue between her naked thighs, which were held tightly clenched together 
by the constricting panties still hanging halfway down above her knees. But 
it was obvious to Peter, outside, that the wanton assault of the young boy's 
mouth on Miss Taylor's forbidden pussy warmth was taking its toll on her 
will to resist. 

The shock and horror which had first shown in her expression were gradually 
evolving to lust. Her ass was beginning a gently undulation and she dropped 
one of her hands down to Willy's shoulder, and seemed, in spite of herself, 
to be trying to tug his face even closer to her lust-tortured loins. She 
moaned and whimpered, her eyes almost closing, her teeth gritting as Willy 
persisted, flicking his tongue in long swipes up and down over the length of 
her burning cunt slit and over the throbbing bud of her clitoris, the 
maddening sensation gradually breaking down her remaining will to resist. 
Then, as she gave out with a louder groan, Miss Taylor finally said the 
words Peter had been waiting for: 

"Oh Willy! Let me take my pants all the way off so I can spread my thighs 
open and you can really get into me." 

Her heavy breathing audible even to the boys watching from the window, 
Anissa Taylor pushed Willy's head back, then quickly pulled both her panties 
and her tight-fitting trousers the rest of the way down her thighs and legs, 
and stepped quickly out of them. Still clad in her blouse, but naked from 
the waist down, the desire-maddened school teacher hesitated for a moment, 
standing just out of Willy's reach and looking down at the eager youngster 
with an expression of completely wanton excitement and invitation. Then a 
feeble smile played on her lips as she stepped slowly back to the couch. 
"All right, Willy. Now you can really eat my pussy." 

"I think that's our cue," said Peter. "We'll go through the open window at 
the front." 

In spite of all her mental revulsion at the obscene act Willy was performing 
on her, Anissa didn't think she'd ever experienced such intense pleasure as 
that she derived from having the cute young boy lick and suck at her 
lust-tortured pussy. She was going out of her mind. She couldn't quell the 
fluttering torrent of passion surging through her loins. The incessant 
swiping and licking of his tongue over the tingling bud of her clitoris and 
up and down the length of her burning cuntal slit was causing her to lose 
control completely. The sheer perversity of the act, complicated by her 
relation to Willy as her student, only added to the physical sensation, and 
she derived a warped enjoyment form her subjugation to the young boy, a 
seeming compliment to the masochistic pleasure she'd derived a few days ago 
when she sucked Peter Benson's cock and almost let him cum in her mouth. 

"Oh! Ooooooooh!" Anissa purred in a lascivious delirium, beginning a 
rhythmic hunching motion of her loins in response to the tremors of delight 
darting over every tingling inch of flesh of her half-naked body. She ran 
her fingers eagerly through the teenager's hair, tugging his face even 
tighter between her thighs, relishing the sucking sound of his lips on her 
pussy, his strained gasp for breath, the gurgles in his throat. Until Willy 
had come to her apartment several nights ago for the first time, Anissa had 
experienced only one genuine orgasm in her life. Only since then had her 
belated blossoming into emotional womanhood occurred. 

Willy had visited her almost every night, and in spite of his inexperience 
and his tendency toward early ejaculation, he had satisfied her every time. 
And the obscene pleasure she had derived from her affair with this young 
teenage boy had begun to exert a liberating effect on Anissa. She'd always 
been uptight about sex before. But now she was beginning to shed her 
inhibitions. She was beginning to become curious about her own relationship 
as a woman to the opposite sex. And though she knew full well that by her 
conduct she was courting disaster, no matter what happened she would never 
regret what was taking place this crazy, wonderful week. 

"Oh yes, Willy. Oh yes eat me. Eat me," Anissa moaned insanely, her whole 
body trembling as she felt the first promising flutter begin far up inside 
her loins. She closed her eyes, her face contorted by her all-consuming lust 
and passion, her ass now jerking rapidly in a back and forth hunching motion 
to further intensify the gentle, teasing friction of the youngster's 
slavering tongue in her cunt. It was happening so fast she could hardly 
believe it. She was going to cum. She was right on the verge, on the very 
brink of delirious ecstasy. 

Later Anissa would not even know what had caused her to raise her eyes at 
that moment. Perhaps she had heard something; perhaps it had been intuition; 
or it might have just been an accident. But she was certain that if she had 
looked up three seconds later, not even the sight of Peter Benson's face 
leering through the living room window would have stopped the orgasm that 
was about to consume her. 

"Don't let us disturb you, Miss Taylor," Peter said, grinning. "We can wait 
our turns." 

For a moment Anissa was too stunned to even speak. As Willy's face jerked 
suddenly away from her loins and the young boy turned to stare in shock at 
the window, she almost passed out from the sheer frustration and in spite of 
herself she still clung desperately to the young boy's hair, trying futilely 
to pull his face back between her thighs even as Peter climbed through the 
window and Jimmy Dawson appeared behind him. Then, several seconds after she 
should have expected it, she heard a belated cry rise spontaneously to her 
lips. 

"Get out of here, you little bastard!" 

"Calm down, teach," Peter said, landing inside the room on his knees and 
slowly getting to his feet as Jimmy Dawson started to clamor through the 
living room window. "You don't want to call the whole school out here, do 
you?" 

It was too unreal. It had the quality of a dream that occurs just before one 
awakens, a frustrating dream. As Peter Benson rose to a standing position, 
Jimmy Dawson literally rolled into the room on his shoulders, turning a half 
somersault. Willy jerked his head free of Anissa's grasp, pulling his 
shirttail up to wipe the lewdly flowing cunt juice that glistened on his 
lips and chin. Anissa, still wearing her blouse but completely naked from 
the waist down, stopped to grab up her pants from the floor. She began to 
clumsily put them on, then when she'd pulled them halfway to her knees, 
realized she'd put them on backwards. 

Half due to that, and half to the unconscious realization that after what 
the boys had already seen any attempt to conceal her naked loins would be 
superfluous, she dropped the pants back to her ankles and stepped awkwardly 
out of them. Then she felt a sinking in her heart as she realized the 
broader ramifications of what had happened. Willy had told. Anissa didn't 
think that she had ever been so shattered in her life. She had trusted 
Willy. She had given herself to him, and she had derived from her 
relationship with the cute and imaginative young boy a pleasure she'd never 
before known. And he had betrayed her. 

"You told," the heartbroken History teacher said in a near-cracked voice. 
"You just couldn't keep a secret, could you?" 

Willy looked up with wounded shock. "No! No, I didn't tell anybody 
anything." 

In spite of her shame and embarrassment, in spite of the broader 
ramifications of the predicament Anissa found herself in, she almost cried 
for joy as Willy's statement was verified by Peter Benson. "No, ma'am, he 
didn't tell us anything. As a matter-of-fact, after I set this whole thing 
up for him, the little bastard tried to hold out on me." Then Anissa almost 
screamed again as the fifteen year old added: "But Willy's not the only 
student in the class. You're going to have to spread youself around a 
little, teacher." 

Anissa swallowed hard, staring helplessly at the two boys before her. "What 
... what do you mean by that?" 

"I mean that I set this whole thing up. It was all my idea in the first 
place and you and Willy have been having all the fun while Jimmy and I sit 
around the dorm jerking off. Well Willy may know how to write it, but me and 
Jimmy know how to fuck." Peter grinned. "So we just thought we'd come over 
and show you a really good time for a change." 

Anissa hesitated for a moment, knowing she was defeated, yet still unwilling 
to give in without a struggle. It took all the courage she could muster to 
make her next statement. "Yes, I know. I saw how adept you were the other 
day in my office." 

Peter's face blanched, and for a moment the frightened History teacher 
thought she had scored a victory. Then her optimism left her even more 
quickly than it had appeared as she saw the color return to Peter's face and 
a thin smile appear on his lips. 

"I know," said Peter. "That's why I brought Jimmy along to help me!" He 
paused, his grin broadening, his gaze descending from Anissa's face down to 
the completely exposed triangle of soft raven hair nestled between her 
thighs. "So tell me, teach: have you ever been gang-banged?" Anissa couldn't 
have been more stunned if she'd been hit over the head with a hammer. But, 
though she wasn't familiar with the vulgar expression Peter had used, the 
meaning of it was clear enough. Yet even so, she mentally rejected that 
meaning. In spite of everything she had been through this week, she still 
wasn't liberated enough to accept the obscene suggestion Peter had put 
forward. Her mind served as an escape mechanism, denying comprehension. 

"Gang-banged?" she asked in a dazed voice. 

"That's right, Miss Up-Tight History Teacher. You're going to really get 
fucked tonight. You're going to get fucked by Jimmy and I both, at the same 
time. And even Will can take his turn later if he's still interested. We 
sure don't begrudge him a little fun, even if he did double-cross us." 

"I won't do it," Anissa sobbed, absurdly dropping her hand down and placing 
it between her thighs as if to protect her completely exposed pussy from the 
two boys' leering gazes. Yet the accidental contact of her own finger on her 
sensitively throbbing clitoris caused a spontaneous moan to rise in her 
throat, and she was acutely reminded that, repulsed as she might be at what 
the two boys were proposing, she was still excited almost to a state of 
delirium. 

The extended oral assault had driven her to the very brink of climax, and 
shocking as this new alternative was, it still offered, however bizarrely, 
the relief her body demanded beyond all emotional and moral considerations. 
And even as she watched the two eager youngsters in anger and fear, Anissa 
could not quite prevent herself from conjuring a visual picture in her mind 
at what they were planning to subject her to. 

A week and a half ago she had been for all practical purposes, a frigid 
woman. Willy's obscene short story Had been the catalyst that had changed 
that. In her first reading of it she had yielded to the temptation to 
masturbate, and that should have been a sign that the seeds had already 
germinated for the change that had come over her in the past week. As an 
indirect result of her reading of Willy's story she had for the first time 
in her life performed oral sex for a male. That male had been Peter Benson, 
and Anissa had been attracted to him, certainly more so than she could ever 
have been physically attracted to Willy, though now she didn't want to admit 
that. And in her current state of mind, there was a part of her that was 
susceptible to even this lewd suggestion. But she knew she had to deny that 
side of herself. Becoming a whole woman was one thing; participating in a 
perverted and illicit orgy with a whole group of her own students was 
something else, something more base and vile than even 

Anissa could let herself sink to. 

"No," the near-hysterical History teacher said in a quivering voice. "I 
can't do that. I just can't." 

"Sure you can," Peter announced mockingly. "You can, because you have no 
choice." 

"You're not. . . you're not going to rape me?" 

"No, ma'am," Jimmy Dawson said quickly. 

"Of course not," Peter added. "We're just going to Dean Rogers and tell him 
what we've seen here tonight." 

"He'd never believe you," Anissa stammered without conviction. 

"You don't think so?" Peter asked. "After the way you gave Willy a "B" on 
that pornographic short story?" 

"But you talked me into that!" 

"Maybe I did. But do you want to tell old man Rogers how I talked you into 
it?" He paused, his eyes again descending to Anissa's unprotected cunt 
nestling so invitingly between her sensuous thighs. "Besides, you're going 
to love every minute of it. I can see that in your eyes." 

Anissa cast a fleeting, desperate glance at Willy, who still sat, dazed, on 
the couch. She knew there was nothing he could do to help her. He was no 
physical match for these two boys-, and in any event she knew Peter had 
probably been telling the truth when he said Willy had been holding out on 
him. It must have been Peter's idea that Willy come here and make a pass at 
her. And, in keeping his promise not to expose her, Willy had held out on 
his friends. 

"So come on, teach," Peter went on. "Let's go in the bedroom and have some 
fun." 

Anissa didn't even have the emotional presence to resist as Peter took her 
by the hand and pulled her across the hall and toward the bedroom. Just 
behind them was Jimmy, panting audibly with his own rapidly building 
excitement. 

"OK, Miss Taylor," Peter said when they got there. "Take your blouse off and 
let us have a look at those tits." 

"No," Anissa muttered weakly, almost delirious in her combined fear and want 
as she contemplated what the two teenage boys were about to do to her. 

"Take it off, teach or I'll tear it off," Peter said, suddenly mad. 

Anissa's eyes clared wide, and she looked at the boy with disbelief, hardly 
able to even rationalize what was happening now in any reasonable concept of 
what their relationship to each other should be. She was the teacher, he was 
the student, and she should have been able to maintain at least a semblance 
of authority over him. But now none of that made any difference. She was 
just a helpless victim, victim of his vicious blackmail scheme, and of her 
own unquenchable lust. 

"Please, Miss Taylor," Jimmy said behind her, causing her to suddenly jerk 
her head around in surprise. "We don't mean any harm. We just want to get in 
on the fun too. You know you're a really great looking woman." 

Somehow Anissa drew a certain strength from that. She could see that Jimmy 
was just as unnerved as she was, and she realized Peter's confidence was 
probably half bluff. At least the boys weren't going to hurt her. And after 
what they'd seen through the window tonight, she realized she couldn't 
really blame them for what they were doing. Oddly, as prep-school students 
they lived less than an ideal life. There was no girls at school, and except 
on weekends when they had free time, they suffered a fate not entirely 
different to that of inmates in correctional institutions. And certainly 
they could hardly be blamed for being jealous of what Willy had been doing 
to her, or for wanting to share in the fun also. Still dazed, hardly 
realizing what she was doing, Anissa followed Peter's cue as he began to 
strip off his own shirt, and she started to unbutton her blouse. 

Her heart was pounding furiously, though she didn't know whether than 
derived from the continual oral onslaught Willy had inflicted upon the 
sensitive warmth of her pussy, or from her fear, or from her anticipation in 
spite of everything of the lurid scene she was about to be forced to submit 
to. Or perhaps it was a combination of all three. But it hardly mattered. 
She knew she no longer had a choice. It was as if she was without a will, 
and she knew that, regardless of her feelings, these adolescent boys were 
determined to take her. They were going to take her in whatever way and 
fashion they desired. She would have nothing to say about it. And somehow 
now she derived a strange consolation from that knowledge. Her breath coming 
in strained hoarse gasps, her already lewdly moistened pussy tingling with 
renewed lust, Anissa quickly unbuttoned her blouse unable to resist a 
swelling of pride as the two boys took note of the teasing exposure of her 
voluptuously high-set tits. 

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes shifting slowly back and forth between 
the two youngsters, then pushed the blouse off her shoulders and let it fall 
to the floor behind her. In anticipation of Willy's visit tonight she had 
not worn a brassiere. Now she was completely naked. 

"Jesus!" Jimmy gasped. "Look at those tits!" 

"Well, you can stick your dick between them if you want to," Peter said 
quickly, slithering out of his own trousers. "I'm going to stick mine in her 
cunt finally. So the top half is yours." 

Anissa winced, her eyes again wide open as she realized what Peter was 
suggesting. Somehow she'd imagined that even though he had talked about the 
two of them gang-banging her at once, he'd meant that one of them would fuck 
her and then the next. Now what they really had in mind dawned on her. They 
were going to both fuck her at the same time Peter in her pussy and Jimmy 
... in her mouth. 

As the even more obscene truth crept slowly over her, Anissa looked 
desperately back and forth from one of the boys' faces to the other. But 
though Jimmy Dawson was obviously nervous, Anissa could see that Peter was 
determined. And protest was futile. She was resigned now even to that. After 
that it happened too fast. The well-developed muscles rippling on his torso, 
Peter shimmied out of his jockey shorts and his lewdly erected cock sprung 
up in a complete desire-stiffened erection, the bulbous head already 
glistening with a small drop of seminal fluid that had seeped from the 
glans. 

Even now Anissa vividly recalled the taste of that fluid which, in her lust 
that afternoon when Peter had come to her office, she had savored. Now she 
was going to such another boy's cock, whether she wanted to or not, and in 
spite of herself the trapped young teacher couldn't deny the thrill surging 
through her heated pussy and tits at the thought of performing the obscene 
act of oral sex even as she was being fucked in the pussy. Then as Peter 
again took her arm and started to pull her onto the bed, Anissa remembered 
another complicating factor that during her last few moments of confusion 
and excitement she'd completely forgotten: Willy was going to be a witness 
to this whole humiliating affair, and she couldn't help but wonder if he 
would ever even want anything to do with her after he'd watched her 
submission to what Peter had proposed. 

Feeling a lump rise in her throat, she looked helplessly back over her 
shoulder at him. He remained where he was before, on the couch, watching 
her, his expression almost blank. Anissa could discern nothing from it, and 
instants later she forgot about him completely as Peter pushed her near-limp 
body into a kneeling position on the bed. 

"How are we going to do this?" asked Jimmy, now also naked and climbing onto 
the bed. 

"You get on your knees in front of her at the head of the bed," Peter said. 
"She can suck you off and I'll fuck her like a dog from behind." 

Anissa was so far gone now that she didn't even wince at those vulgar words, 
which under other circumstances would have completely shocked and repulsed 
her. She closed her eyes, letting her body sag forward so that her fully 
rounded tits were pressed down against the sheet of the bed, her face buried 
in her hands, her naked ass thrust high behind her in lewd invitation. 

"Come on, Miss Taylor," Jimmy said in his same nervous voice. "Here, lift 
your head up so you can reach me." 

"Lift her head up yourself," Peter said behind her. "And just stick your 
cock in her mouth. She'll like it. She liked mine." 

A spontaneous sob of protest was muffled in Anissa's throat as Jimmy 
hesitantly lifted her face and she found herself suddenly confronted with 
the lewdly protruding male shaft of his completely erected cock. It was much 
bigger than Willy's, and probably even larger than Peter's, although still 
not yet fully developed. In the dim light of the bedroom, it looked dark, 
somehow menacing, highlighted by that inevitable drop of seminal fluid 
glistening on the tiny glans at the tip. But in spite of herself she 
moistened her voluptuous lips in irresistible anticipation as Jimmy leaned 
forward to thrust his wildly throbbing cock-head even closer to her lips. 

Then suddenly she groaned, involuntarily lunging forward as Peter moved 
quickly into position behind her and inserted the hotly palpitating head of 
his own cock threateningly up between her thighs from the rear. And as she 
retreated from the sudden threatening pressure, she took in a single gulp 
the whole head and half the shaft of Jimmy's cock up into her mouth, and it 
was only that which served to stifle the cry of mingled pleasure and pain as 
Peter reached down with his hands to part the already saliva-moistened lips 
of her pussy and insert his own hot bulbous cock-head between them. And as 
Anissa groaned, it began to burrow relentlessly forward up into the 
sensitive tightness of her naked pussy. The hopelessly imprisoned History 
teacher shuddered, completely disoriented by this sudden dual invasion of 
the defenseless orifices of her mouth and cunt. 

 CHAPTER 8 

Both boys were considerably better endowed than young Willy, and for a 
moment Anissa could hardly bear the sheer searing sensation as Peter 
squirmed his hips urgently forward, gradually thrusting the bulbous head and 
long thick shaft of his lust-hardened cock deeper and deeper up into her 
sensitive vaginal orifice. She thought she would have cried out aloud had 
not her mouth been equally filled by Jimmy's obscenely pulsating cock shaft, 
and as she continued to inch her own ass forward in retreat, she burrowed 
her face deeper and deeper into the loins of the boy who knelt in front of 
her, finally taking the entire length of his tender cock into her mouth so 
that the hotly pulsing head pressed hard against the back of her throat. 

As she continued to tremble helplessly, unable to retreat further, Peter 
completed his own merciless penetration until she was completely filled from 
behind, the thick hot rod of teenage cock flesh buried to the hilt in her 
heated pussy and the tight sac that held the boy's heavy sperm-filled balls 
pressed down softly against her sensitive little clitoris, the wispy hairs 
at his pubic mound tickling the sensitive opening of her anus. For a moment 
Anissa remained perfectly still, save for the uncontrollable trembling of 
her naked body between the two lust-driven boys. She was afraid to even 
move. Her pussy felt like it was stretched inside out, and she thought she 
could perceive every ripple and ridge of the swollen cock that filled her 
burning pussy. In front of her, Jimmy groaned, holding her face tightly to 
his loins, flexing his cock so it seemed to throb even larger in her mouth 
and almost gagged her. And as she listened to the two teenager's lewd and 
degrading exclamations of triumph, she could not even offer a word of 
protest. 

"Boy, her mouth feels like butter," said Jimmy. "I've never been sucked off 
in my life, but I've got an idea this is going to be habit forming." 

"Yeah," Peter echoed. "And her pussy's tight as a virgins. Jesus, I can't 
even believe it!" 

"But I don't know how long I'm going to be able to hold out," said Jimmy. 
"It just feels too good. Having my cock in her mouth like this." 

"Don't worry about it," said Peter. "We can cum as quick as we want to and 
then switch around and do it the other way. I can raise another hard." 

"I can too." 

"Then let's let her have it!" 

Anissa sucked her breath in hoarsely around the throbbing cock shaft that 
filled her mouth as she felt Peter slowly withdraw from her now completely 
moistened pussy and then gradually inch the bulbous head of his throbbing 
cock back up into the tightly quivering walls of her inner pussy flesh. At 
the same time Jimmy began to gradually hunch his own ass back and forth from 
his kneeling position on the bed before her, his fingers holding to her hair 
and ears to guide her response. 

For a few moments longer she remained motionless, unable to even move in the 
fear that the slightest increase of the friction and sensation in her tight 
pussy would be more than she could bear. Then as Peter began to fuck slowly 
in and out between her legs from behind, his loins gently striking against 
her nakedly proffered buttocks, she felt the lewdly stretched passage of her 
cunt continue to moisten, the tight inner walls seeming to part to 
facilitate the entry. She cringed, her whole body on fire from the stabbing 
sensation of the violation of her cunt and the humiliation of having her 
mouth so vilely used. 

Then gradually, the cringing evolved to something else. Without even 
thinking about it, Anissa began to respond with a gentle back and forth 
hunching of her proffered ass. Renewed lust surged swiftly through the 
skewered History teacher's voluptuous body as she began a slow squirming 
motion, at the same time opening her lips and beginning to bob her head up 
and down against Jimmy's own more swiftly jerking loins, her tongue swiping 
wetly over the thickly swollen fleshy male shaft of his cock, gurgling 
sounds issuing from her throat as she began to suck in earnest. 

She could hear the two young boys groaning and grunting in surprise and 
delight at her lascivious response, and as she further shed her inhibitions, 
she intensified the back and forth rocking of her ass, now longing for more 
and more of the arousing sensation she derived from the obscene penetration 
of her loins from behind. Anissa moaned around the rigidly throbbing young 
cock which now drove smoothly between her lips almost in rhythm with the 
impaling shaft that skewered between her ass-cheeks, from behind into the 
lust-tortured dampness of her cunt. 

The two eager boys buffeted her back and forth like a doll between them, 
fucking wildly into the two warmly receiving orifices, intensifying their 
strokes little by little until they were racking her helplessly ravished 
body ruthlessly. Now Anissa was forgetting everything but the obscene lust 
that consumed her, the mental picture of herself being taken so vilely by 
the two boys at once only further excited the already savage need that raged 
out of control in her quivering flesh. 

She undulated her ass in an eagerly squirming rotation, squeezing the 
softness of her inner cuntal muscles about the fleshy shaft boring into her 
from behind. She sucked voraciously at the pulsing cock that rammed into her 
mouth, her cheeks hollowing and expanding with saliva as she snuggled her 
face even more warmly into Jimmy's loins. 

"Oh, fuck, yes," Anissa muttered half-intelligibly around the throbbing cock 
shaft that filled her ovaled red lips. "Oh fuck me! Fuck me!" 

She reached up with both hands to clutch Jimmy's tightly clenched ass cheeks 
and tug his undulating loins even closer to her face, and her ass now 
wriggled backward almost with a vengeance against the boy fucking her from 
behind. Her tender pussy flesh quivered moistly in a snug fit around the 
rigidity moving in and out between her thighs in rapidly building jerks. 
Then suddenly Anissa tensed, almost wanting to cry out aloud as Jimmy 
stiffened before her and grunted in a strained voice. "Oh no. I think I'm 
going to cum. I can't hold it back any longer." 

"That's all right," Peter said behind her, racking her voluptuous body with 
an even mightier lunge that made a loud smacking sound as his loins struck 
her nakedly proffered buttocks. "I am too." 

"Yeah," gasped Jimmy in a trembling voice. "But how can I. . . ? " 

"But nothing." Peter grunted. "Cum in her mouth." 

Anissa could hardly even believe her ears. The act of sucking the boy off 
was degrading enough, but to have him actually shoot his hot thick semen 
into her mouth, to force her to swallow it, seemed more than anyone had the 
right to ask of her. Yet she knew from the way Jimmy's cock began to twitch 
and throb in her mouth that was exactly what was going to happen, and she 
was unable to even speak out in protest. She would submit, even to that. And 
she wouldn't object. 

Her only problem now was attaining her own release simultaneously with the 
boys, and as she felt Peter begin a series of hard ramming staccato lunges 
behind her, she reached down between her own thighs with one of her hands 
and began to stroke her own finger swiftly back and forth over the little 
pulsating bud of her clitoris to further compliment the raw sensation she 
derived from the ruthless violation of her cunt. A moment later it began. 

Anissa felt Jimmy shudder before her and the rapid plunging of his swollen 
young cock into her mouth further intensified as the hot droplets of cum 
began to spew from the little glans at the tip, squirting all the way down 
her tongue to the back of her throat. Her face hopelessly buried in his 
loins, she swallowed to keep from choking, almost gagging and yet deriving 
an even more intensive masochistic pleasure from this final subjugation. At 
the same time she felt the palpitating cock of the boy fucking her from 
behind begin to inflate and flex in lewd spasms up between her whitely 
shuddering thighs. 

As the warm, sticky drops of cum surged up and began to spurt deeply up onto 
her quivering cuntal tightness and Peter began a final series of even more 
frantic lunges against the proffered cheeks of her ass, Anissa's own body 
was suddenly consumed in the wildly sweeping eruption of climax. 

From the living room, Willy watched sullenly as Miss Taylor finally gave in 
completely to the demands of her flesh, her body thrashing and squirming 
wildly between the two boys who simultaneously fucked into the orifices of 
her mouth, her hand and arm jerking in a rapid motion as she finger-fucked 
over the bud of her clitoris to further augment the stimulating sensation of 
Peter's shocking invasion of her helpless little pussy. She was really 
liking it. She was really going out of her mind. Willy didn't see how he 
would ever be able to do anything after this, that would even made an 
impression on her. 

To a flourish of whimpers and grunts and groans the shattering triple climax 
built to a crescendo. Then gradually Peter slumped down on Miss Taylor's ass 
from behind and Jimmy dropped his hands from her hair, gasping crazily to 
catch his breath. Between them, Miss Taylor's body seemed to go limp, now 
almost motionless except for the little convulsive spasms that periodically 
shook her naked flesh. Willy reached down absently to place his hand on the 
throbbing shaft of his own cock, bulging up inside his trousers in complete 
erection, as he watched the two boys slowly withdraw from the sex-crazed 
History teacher's two respectively violated orifices. ' 

"You go again?" asked Peter. 

"Hell, yes," said Jimmy. "I still want to fuck her in the pussy." 

"Well, I still want to fuck her in the mouth too," said Peter, pausing 
before he added: "What about you, Miss Taylor? Can you go again?" 

"Yes," Anissa said weakly. "But let's use another position." 

"Anything you say," said Peter. "What do you have in mind?" 

"Let Jimmy lie on his back, and I'll get on top of him," Miss Taylor said in 
a voice that hardly sounded like her own. "That way I can feel his cock on 
my clitoris. And you can kneel in front of me like he did." 

Willy flinched as he witnessed that final evidence of Miss Taylor's complete 
surrender to the obscene act she'd first submitted to by force. She'd 
forgotten all about him. And he knew he was probably through as her lover. 
He didn't even think she'd have the strength to let him fuck her tonight 
after she'd finished another round with his two more experienced classmates. 
Sadly the dejected teenager watched the three naked lovers position 
themselves. Jimmy lying flat on his back, Miss Taylor straddled over his 
loins and slowly bringing her hotly waiting ass down to take his still 
obscenely erected cock up into her used and abused pussy. Peter kneeling at 
the head of the bed as she dropped down to a reclining position to take his 
penis into her mouth. 

Then the idea hit Willy that was like a blinding flash of lightning. He'd 
read about something similar to it in a erotic novel he'd shoplifted from a 
bookshop in town. But he'd never considered that obscene act in any terms of 
reality. He'd thought of it merely as a writer's fantasy. But suddenly he 
realized it was a way to redeem himself, to join the group, to participate 
with his friends in the complete ravishment of their History teacher. And it 
was the way to outdo both of them, because there was one other orifice on 
Miss Taylor's body that still had not been violated. And as she began to 
hunch her buttocks up and down over Jimmy's once more wildly undulating 
loins, that most forbidden orifice became a perfect target for Willy. He 
could kneel behind her, in the same position that Peter had employed to fuck 
her dog fashion before. It would be a perfect fit. Peter in her mouth, Jimmy 
in her cunt, and Willy in her ass-hole. 

* * * 

His face a mask of determination, Willy rose slowly from the couch and made 
his way around the coffee table, which had been pushed out of position 
during the time he had been eating Miss Taylor's pussy before the other boys 
had intruded. He walked slowly to the door of the living room, paused, then 
moved silently across the hall and into the bedroom. He stopped several feet 
from the bed, watching intently as Miss Taylor began to toss and buck her 
naked body over the boy who lay beneath her, at the same time intensifying 
the wanton sucking of Peter Benson's cock. Her legs were spread right apart 
by the position of her knees on either side of Jimmy's chest, and this in 
turn served to part her ass. 

Between her thighs he could see a rear view of her cunt, the soft, 
pink-flanged lips clinging urgently as she skewered her pussy up and down on 
the impaling rod of his friend Jimmy's cock. And just above he could clearly 
distinguish the little brown puckered hole of her anus, contracting in lewd 
invitation as she flexed her warm cuntal tightness around Peter's impaling 
rod of flesh. Then Peter Benson, whose eyes had been intent upon the 
manipulation of Miss Taylor's mouth on his own fully erected cock, suddenly 
seemed to sense Willy's presence. Willy met the boy's surprised look with a 
steady gaze, rallying his courage and determination, his face almost 
expressionless. Then slowly he reached down and unbuttoned his own trousers, 
pulling the zipper apart and dropping both his trousers and drawers to his 
thighs in a sudden motion to completely free the small but equally erected 
shaft of his own cock. 

He glanced portentously back down at Miss Taylor's squirming ass-cheeks, 
then once more looked up at Peter's face. Gradually an expression of 
perception appeared, and with it a look Willy could only construe as 
respect. Then slowly the determined youngster walked forward and climbed up 
on the bed behind Miss Taylor. He stood straight up on his knees, took a 
deep breath, and then reached down slowly to brush his fingers across the 
pinkly glistening lips of Miss Taylor's cunt. As her buttocks suddenly 
jerked in surprise, he began to spread the sticky flowing moisture upward 
from her glistening cunt-lips between her naked ass-cheeks and over the 
tight little hole of her anus. 

Anissa had hardly even noticed the sagging of the bed as Willy climbed up 
behind her. As his finger had first brushed along the lips of her cunt and 
then slipped across the little membrane that separated it from her forbidden 
anus, she'd assumed that it was being done by Jimmy. Then her body stiffened 
as she felt the alien finger begin to press moistly against the tight little 
nether opening, and as she experienced the first slight stab of pain, 
intuition told her there was something very strange going on. And even as 
she continued to gently suck at Peter's once again erected cock, she managed 
to gaze down at her own body, and she realized with a sudden surge of 
apprehension that both of Jimmy's hands were fondling her voluptuous tits. 
Then the pressure further increased, and suddenly Anissa let Peter's cock 
slip from her mouth. She jerked her head around, staring wide-eyed with 
shock and horror at the sight of Willy Green positioned behind her just as 
Peter had been before. 

"Willy?" she gasped, for a minute completely unable to comprehend what the 
imaginative youngster had on his mind. 

Then as the pressure on the little anal ring increased, and she fathomed the 
look of cold determination in the sensitive young boy's eyes, the 
explanation became shockingly apparent. For a moment Anissa was too 
astonished to speak, or to move. Then suddenly she lurched forward, her eyes 
opening wider as the first joint of Willy's index finger popped inside her 
sensitive little anus. 

"No!" Anissa gasped. "No! I know what you're thinking, Willy, and I'm not 
going to do that!" 

But in spite of Anissa's warning, the pressure continued and increased. Then 
Willy's expression changed, he sighed, and slowly started to draw his finger 
out of the tight little hole, which now seemed to cling protestingly. And 
before Anissa was able to protest further to the ultimate indignity to which 
Willy had been about to subject her to, Peter suddenly grabbed her ears, 
jerking her face back around and again thrusting the saliva-coated hardness 
of his cock back between her lips. Then she shuddered as she heard his next 
words. "Don't be a prude, Miss Taylor. Jesus, Willy wants to get in on the 
fun too. It's the only hole you've got left." 

As Anissa futilely tried to pull her face upward, Peter held tightly to her 
hair and ears, pressing the mound of his pubis against her nose and lips so 
that she was completely gagged by the lust-inflamed rigidity of his cock 
thrust all the way to the back of her throat, making it impossible for her 
to speak. 

"Go ahead, Willy," Peter said. "Fuck her in the ass. With the three of us 
working on her we'll make a real woman of her yet." 

Completely helpless, Anissa waited, her little anus clinging tightly in 
defense. She'd never been in such a predicament in her life. The very 
thought of what Willy had in mind almost made his skin crawl. Yet at the 
same time her body was continuing to respond to the lewd ravishment of her 
two other orifices. During the whole interruption Jimmy had never ceased the 
hunching of his own buttocks up and down on the bed. And even as she tried 
to wrestle emotionally with Willy's ruthless threat to penetrate her 
unprotected anus, she . could feel a new fluttering of desire surging 
through her breasts and loins and belly from the continued assault of 
Jimmy's throbbing cock plunging swiftly deeper and deeper into her sensitive 
pussy. 

Willy hesitated, looking alternately at Peter's encouraging face and down at 
Miss Taylor's squirming ass, still proffered in ripe invitation, the brown 
little hole of her anus beckoning him, calling forth a perverse animal 
nature in his character which he hadn't even suspected until this moment. 
But as badly as he wanted to, and wounded and embittered as he felt as a 
result of Miss Taylor's unrestrained response to the intrusion of the other 
two boys, Willy couldn't bring himself to do that, to sodomize her, 
completely against her will. And when he spoke, it was in a quivering, 
pleading, almost whining voice. 

"Please, Miss Taylor. I can't sit there and watch while they do this to you. 
And I won't hurt you. I've got a real little cock. I'm sure it'll fit into 
your ass-hole just fine." 

Anissa sobbed helplessly around the blunt bulbous cock-head jammed almost to 
the back of her throat, feeling tears swell to her eyes as she realized the 
state of degradation to which she'd sunk. Then, in spite of all her shame 
and humiliation, a delicious little spasm shook her. body as she felt 
Willy's hand move back to her helplessly up-thrust ass-cheeks, and his 
finger again venture cautiously into the sensitive crack. 

It was too much. It was more than Willy should ask of her, but now she 
couldn't protest even if she wanted to. And oddly enough she no longer knew 
for sure if she didn't want to. She knew from the brief experience when 
Willy had inserted his finger just into the entrance of her anus that to 
actually allow him to fuck her in that tight little orifice would be 
painful. But there were many things that were painful in a woman's life. And 
she knew she would be able to endure. And it would be a way of redeeming 
herself for the pain and humiliation she must have caused Willy tonight in 
her completely wanton response to the assault the other two teenage boys had 
inflicted upon her, in her complete abandonment of him. Then suddenly 
Anissa's body stiffened as she felt the resumption of the sharp pressure 
against her elastic little anal ring. 

Her eyes opened wide as she stared straight ahead into the sparse dark curls 
of Peter Benson's pubic hair, still unable to look around or utter a further 
protest and Willy's finger gradually sunk back into her already lewdly 
moistened anal orifice. She lurched forward, her whole body trembling from 
the fiery sensation as the searing penetration persisted. There was no 
escape. Willy's finger burrowed forward into her rectum in spite of all her 
attempts to clench her ass and contract the little hole in resistance. It 
sank to the first knuckle, then continued the hotly piercing intrusion until 
it was embedded all the way up in her forbidden rectum. Then, following that 
ruthless manual assault on the most tender and sensitive orifice, Anissa 
could hardly believe the humiliation in Willy's pleading voice as he 
continued. "Please, Miss Taylor, just let me fuck you in the ass just this 
one time and I'll never ask again. Please, I read about it in a book and 
I've always wanted to try it and write about it myself." 

Anissa said nothing. She still couldn't speak. She didn't have the strength 
to free her head and face from Peter Benson's strong grip. 

"Speak up, Miss Taylor," Peter said mockingly above her. "If you don't want 
Willy to fuck you in the ass, say so." 

Whimpering with shame, Anissa waited in speechless terror. 

"Go ahead, Willy." Peter encouraged. 

"I don't know," Willy said in a voice almost defeated, slowly starting to 
draw the finger out of Anissa's ass again. Then the completely subjugated 
History teacher made a decision that even she couldn't believe. She suddenly 
foind herself wanting Willy to do what he proposed. Lewd and obscene as the 
act might be, once the question had been raised, her unnatural lust now 
demanded it. Though she still could not speak, she answered in the only way 
she knew: she again resumed her hungry sucking of Peter Benson's cock; once 
more she began to hunch up and down on the impaling male shaft that invaded 
her loins from beneath; and at the same time she rocked her ass back, 
offering her small puckered anus in even more obvious invitation to the 
young boy behind her. 

Then a muffled grunt rose in Anissa's throat and her body again lurched 
forward as the finger was replaced by the small, not nonetheless frightening 
head of Willy's cock. 

She trembled as she felt the boy hesitate, then slowly he shoved forward and 
the hard little cock-head lunged up against the tightly resisting opening 
and began to work slowly up inside. The sudden white hot pain caused tears 
to rush to her eyes and spill in glistening droplets down her cheeks. She 
shuddered, flailing her head from side to side as the teenager pushed 
ruthlessly against her ripely up-thrust ass and the small shaft of cockflesh 
surged hungrily all the way up into her tight fitting rectum. 

This, Anissa thought deliriously, must be the ultimate in subjugation. She 
was squatted on top of the youngster lying prone beneath her, her pussy 
stretched and filled by his lewdly skewering cock. Her face was buried in 
the loins of a boy kneeling before her, her nose snuggled into the few dark 
curls of his pubic hair, her mouth obscenely violated by his cum-slickened 
cock. And behind her, a third youngster was beginning to skewer slowly in 
and out between her ass, his cock hopelessly impaling her to the hilt in her 
most forbidden and sensitive orifice. And there was nothing she could do to 
resist. But it wasn't as bad as she'd expected. 

The pain Anissa derived from the skewering of her rectum was tempered by an 
even more vivid sensation of pleasure, however masochistic. And that 
pleasure was only complemented by the continued violation of the other 
orifices of her mouth and cunt. Her loins were on fire from the triple 
skewering and even as she continued to shudder fearfully from the 
devastating sensation of being fucked in the anus, little undeniable ripples 
of pleasure began to course out over her body in contrast to the pain. And 
as the three boys began to hunch in a strangely syncopated rhythm, her moans 
of agony and protest gradually evolved, becoming finally mewls of forbidden 
pleasure as her rectal passage was completely lubricated and Willy began to 
squirm his ass faster and faster and fuck harder and harder against the ripe 
cheeks of her ass. For a few moments longer Anissa languished in limbo, a 
part of her continuing to rebel against the humiliating ordeal the three 
boys were subjecting her to and specifically to the searing sensation of 
Willy now fucking without restraint in and out of the tight little hole of 
her tight rectum. 

But another part of her had begun to cry out for more and more of the 
depraved delightful sensation. And as she realized that soon the three boys 
might be ejaculating simultaneously into all three of her orifices, the 
sheer mental imagery prompted in her mind was more than enough to compensate 
for her reservations. Finally, unable to control herself any longer, Anissa 
began to respond wholeheartedly. She sucked ravenously at Peter's cock, once 
again longing for that new and exquisite taste of male sperm which she had 
never even experienced until tonight. She shimmied her loins up and down on 
Jimmy's hard rod of cock-flesh, grinding her pubis against his to cause raw 
tingles to dart from the little bud of her clitoris out over her softly 
perspiring flesh. 

She flexed and contracted her anus tightly about Willy's smaller cock, 
further increasing the friction and sensation, now relishing everything, the 
whole of the incredible experience, even the faint but nonetheless lingering 
pain. Willy grunted excitedly to Miss Taylor's sudden unexpected response. 
He was fucking her in the ass and she was enjoying even this. There must be 
no limit to what a woman could like once she'd been convinced to try it. And 
Miss Taylor was a real woman. Of that there was no doubt. At the head of the 
bed, Peter's lust was completely rejuvenated. His cock had swelled to full 
erection in Miss Taylor's eagerly sucking mouth and now he was ramming his 
loins viciously against her face, driving the hard throbbing head down 
against the length of her tongue to the back of her throat. Beneath her 
Jimmy could already feel the cum surging up in his balls in anticipation of 
its second mad dash toward ejaculation, in less than an hour! 

For a few moments longer the triple ravishment of Anissa Taylor continued. 
During the course of scarcely a week she had gone from frigidity, through an 
evolution progressing to complete sexuality. She had tonight submitted to 
every indecent act a woman could be expected to endure without completely 
crossing over into the realm of sexual psychosis. She had never been so 
fulfilled. She was going to cum again. It seemed she was going to cum three 
times at once. Her lips tingled. Her pussy quivered. Her anus contracted 
madly. Yet the sensation in the three separately ravished orifices was 
becoming hopelessly enmeshed. She could no longer distinguish one from the 
other, and between them an electric current seemed to have been set up, 
completely consuming her nakedly squirming body. 

As she felt the first shattering waves of ecstasy begin to course through 
her she only further intensified her own wanton thrashing, the tight 
caresses of her anus and pussy on the two cocks that violated them, the 
urgent sucking of her lips and tongue on the cock fucking into her mouth. 
For she was determined that the boys should cum with her. Yet moments later, 
when it finally happened, Anissa was hardly even aware of it on conscious 
logical terms. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced. It was sheer 
obliteration, a montage of spurting sperm and skewering cocks, of groans and 
grunts, shuddering, and quivering and gaspings for breath. She didn't 
consciously know that she was cumming, because her mind was turned on to a 
world of its own. She could only crouch there in sexual near-hysteria, 
feeling the violent surges of her orgasm roaring through her quivering belly 
and washing mindlessly over her helplessly skewered body. 

It seemed to go on for an eternity, which she would realize instants later 
as reality returned, might have only encompassed minutes. Three boys 
buffeted and wracked her body as it had never been wracked before, their own 
perverse enjoyment of the final subjugation of the freshman class History 
teacher endowing them with a strength and sexual energy not one of the three 
had ever before known, building to a devastating crescendo of motion. But 
the three boys were more vocal than Anissa when their orgasms hit. 

"Oh gees, oh gees," Jimmy groaned. "Oh man, oh man!" 

"Unh, unh, unh," Peter grunted over and over again as the semen rushed from 
his drum-tight young balls. And Willy, still amazed at the exquisite 
tightness of his teacher's anus gripping like a vise around his sensitive 
member, could only whine and whimper till he was almost crying with 
pleasure. 

Then gradually the movements slacked off. Jimmy went abruptly limp beneath 
Anissa, and before her she felt Peter's cock begin to deflate in her mouth. 
Behind her, Willy continued his own racking lunges for a few moments longer, 
then sagged tiredly on her back and ass. 

Anissa lay back exhausted by a kind she had never felt before. She felt so 
filled, so satisfied, as if she were, for the first time, a whole woman. 

She would always love these boys, and the others that would come after them, 
for she knew now that she was going to stay at this school for a long, long 
time and teach a lot of boys the pleasures of her body. 

But, for now, she had the rest of the night with Peter, Jimmy and Willy and 
they had a lot of learning to do.... 


THE END
