A Tutor's Temptation
by Rita James
(LLP-800)


FOREWORD 

Time and time again people are crying that our educational system is 
wanting, and as a result needs to be improved. Once upon a time a teacher 
took on a job as a tutor to make enough money to provide for the necessities 
of life. Today a teacher takes on a job as a tutor to make a little extra 
money since every teacher could use some. 

Here we have a young female English teacher who is taking on the impossible 
task of trying to help members of the high school football team so they can 
continue playing. Everything is contingent on their picking up their English 
marks. There are three crucial team members, and it has always been their 
experience that all women like to be played with. As a result, they carry 
their playfulness too far, taking advantage of a teacher who is willing to 
give them her time, not in exchange for money, but so that it will be noted 
on her teaching record that she was giving of herself for the benefit of the 
school. What never does go down on her record is, just how much of herself 
she is actually forced to give. For Marilyn Kalian is a modest woman who, 
until encountering the members of the football team, would never dream of 
promiscuously offering her body. It is, in fact, a series of rapes which 
opens her eyes to the actual glories awaiting her so that, in the end, it is 
the teacher rather than the pupils who really learns a lesson, and as a 
result, emerges not only as a better teacher, but as a better all-around 
human being. 


CHAPTER ONE 

Like all teachers, Marilyn Kalian did not look forward to September. Just as 
the kids had to return to school, so did the teachers. Just as the kids had 
to get up early, so did the teachers. The only difference was, rules and 
regulations for students were different than those for teachers. If a 
student bent a rule a little, provided it wasn't a serious infraction, it 
was overlooked. Not so with teachers, who at no time were permitted the 
littlest crimp in the rules. 

Marilyn had been a teacher for more than twelve years, now. She'd had to put 
up with gross insults, uncaring students, boys with hyperactive thyroids, 
and girls with nothing beneath their dresses. At the age of thirty-five, 
Marilyn, who had been married for two less years than she had been teaching, 
earned enough money to help her husband pay the mortgage and taxes and buy 
the groceries. 

It was Tuesday, September fifth, and the sun was still shining as if it 
would simmer out. The temperature of the day had been up to eighty-three, 
and the humidity in Baldrick, the village in which she lived, was its usual 
ninety-seven degrees. The leaves were still green on the trees, which was 
all right with Marilyn since she hated red leaves. The grass was still 
growing and in need of a lawn mower, and the allergy season was in full 
bloom. 

Teaching was not the piece of cake everyone seemed to think it was, and 
though there wasn't too much teaching the first day of school, Marilyn, like 
most good teachers, had been preparing at least two weeks in advance, laying 
out the lessons for the coming semester. She never taught the same thing in 
the same way. To Marilyn, schoolwork would be very boring indeed if she had 
to stick to the same books and the same style of teaching. What made her the 
best English teacher in the school was her ability to vary her teaching 
style. 

The halls had still had that same school smell, and all in all nothing had 
seemed different in Baldrick Senior High. All the teachers were the same, 
including the principal, and though three sets of students were a year older 
and cracking a little wiser, and a new set was coming into the school all 
set to out-smart-aleck the first three grades, Marilyn had been prepared for 
them. She was extremely adept at handling students. At least she was adept 
at handling them in groups of twenty-or-more. Each of her classes, and she 
had five, daily, had twenty students. One at a time, however, was a 
different story. 

After class, the principal had called her into his office requesting her to 
sit down. Mr. Kuline, the principal, had a large office, almost as large as 
a classroom, with walnut wall paneling, green carpeting, two large windows 
which overlooked the front of the school, and which were washed daily, and a 
large walnut desk on which it was rumored he'd unethically screwed more than 
a half dozen people, including three female teachers, two parents who came 
looking to get their children passing grades, and one senior student willing 
to do anything to keep from being left back. 

Kuline, himself, was a very clever man and was always able to size up 
people. He knew just who he was able to play around with, and who would 
report him if he did so. All of five-feet-seven inches tall, he had a 
balding head, a broad nose, penetrating gray eyes that were always trying to 
look beneath the surface of people, and a firm chin. Under his nose he 
sported a black mustache with greying hairs, much the same color as the 
little bit of hair on the back of his head. He was nattily dressed in his 
ten-year-old gray suit with the narrow lapels when Marilyn walked in. It was 
obvious he was intrigued with her. No one would blame him. After all, 
Marilyn, though thirty-five, was slender, with firm breasts that would not 
have needed a brassiere-though she always wore one-mahogany-brown hair, and 
very large soft brown eyes. Marilyn was more than merely pretty, she was 
striking. Every male teacher in the school had tried getting his hands on 
her twenty-three-inch waist, but Marilyn had successfully fended them all 
off. Principal Kuline was wise enough to realize he would get nowhere with 
her, and being an intelligent man, concentrated his pursuits on women he 
knew would eventually yield. 

Marilyn was wearing her white dress with the green and blue print that day, 
and when Kuline, without rising, offered her the chair in front of his desk, 
Marilyn gracefully sat down. Everything she did was graceful. She was a 
naturally beautiful woman. Her movements were always fluid without being 
fluttery. 

"Mr. Kuline," she nodded. 

"We're alone," he told her. "You can call me Al. I hate formality. Marilyn, 
I'll be frank. As you know, Mr. Warren, the head of the English department 
is retiring after this year. We're looking for a replacement."" 

"I'm well aware of it," Marilyn replied, her voice a lilting musical tone at 
all times. She fidgeted with the hem of her dress, yanking it down a little 
more. 

"As you also doubtless know, you're one of the two people currently being 
considered to take his place, and I believe you can go a long way toward 
helping yourself." 

"Look, Al, if this is a pitch to get me on the desk, forget it," Marilyn 
told him bluntly. 

Kuline threw his head back and laughed, then, still smiling, leaned forward 
in his chair, his fingers lightly tapping on the desk, as he said, "Marilyn, 
you know better than to think I would allow something like that to influence 
my decision. No, what I'm thinking of is something we can proudly show off 
to the entire school district and say, Marilyn Kalian was responsible." 

"Just what did you have in mind?" Marilyn asked. 

"Tutoring," he replied. 

"Oh come on, now. That's the last thing I want to do. When I walk out of 
here at the end of the school day, I have enough to do at home. I have 
grades to mark, new tests to make up, and a multitude of class projects to 
help take care of. The last thing in the world that I want is to be bothered 
teaching some dumb students who don't really want to learn." 

"These dumb students are in desperate need of help," the principal replied. 
"They're three linebackers on our high school football team. They're 
seniors, and if they are graduated, and right now that's a mighty big if, 
they'll all have full football scholarships to attend certain universities. 
Let's face it, it certainly wouldn't hurt Baldrick High to be able to boast 
that three college football stars, perhaps eventual pro stars, came from our 
institution." 

"You're saying that if I tutor these boys, you'll see to it that I become 
the head of the English department?" 

"Ah, well, I didn't quite say that, but it would go a long way in 
influencing the members of the school board." 

"Nuts to that," Marilyn told him, tossing her pretty, fluffed hair. "I want 
it in writing that I'll get your personal backing, or else I'm perfectly 
willing, to let someone else head the department, even if it does mean an 
increase in pay." 

"My personal backing?" 

"We both know how influential you are where the school board is concerned. I 
want it in writing, because if I don't get that backing I'll publish the 
letter in the local newspaper, and that'll give everyone the impression 
we've been sleeping together. You know that'll hurt your reputation a lot 
more than mine." 

"You drive a hard bargain," Kuline told her. 

He took a sheet of paper from the center drawer on his desk, wrote on it, 
signed it, and handed it to Marilyn. She read it carefully, nodded, and 
said, "This will do just fine. All right, tell the boys to be at my house 
this afternoon at four, five, and six. I'll let you decide the order in 
which they arrive. My husband comes home at seven-thirty, so I want the last 
one out of the house well beforehand, so I can prepare his dinner for him." 

"Fine." Kuline nodded. 

Marilyn stood and walked out while Kuline remained seated behind his desk, 
wishing for the umpteenth time she wasn't such a damn upright woman. She'd 
probably make a great lay. 

Marilyn had gotten into her station wagon and she had driven directly home, 
knowing full well what was on the principal's mind. She wound the wagon 
through the streets, under shade trees, across avenues, and finally turned 
into her own driveway. The garage, at the back of the house, had been turned 
into a little summer house. Since it wasn't attached to her own home, her 
taxes hadn't been increased. 

Marilyn's home was whitewashed stucco on the outside. Inside, it was small, 
but comfy. The rooms were very small. One entered directly into the living 
room, which had eight-year-old brown carpeting, and an old velvet green sofa 
against the left wall. To the right was the entrance into the dining room. 
As one walked into the dining room one passed stairs against the left wall 
leading upstairs, and just past the stairs was the entrance to the kitchen. 

Marilyn sat on the love seat against the right wall of the dining room. She 
had no formal dining room furniture, and when she entertained, she often 
used the dining room as an extension of her living room. She was hot and 
tired, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she was at having 
accepted the principal's offer. She didn't even know if she really wanted to 
be the head of the English department. 

Sighing, she looked at her watch. It was three-thirty. She had plenty of 
time for a shower. 

Going upstairs, she walked along the green-carpeted hallway to the bedroom. 
There, she undressed and stared at herself in the dresser mirror. She was 
never able to understand why men were so excited at the sight of her. She 
knew she was a pretty woman, but there were so many pretty women in the 
world. Naked, she walked into the blue-tiled bathroom. The entire left wall, 
above the level of the blue tile, which came four-and-a-half feet up from 
the multi-blue-tiled floor, was a long mirror. In it, she studied her 
features and had to admit she was pleased with them. Going past the stall 
shower and the commode on the right, she stood near the long counter, in the 
center of which was a blue, porcelain sink. Above the sink was another long 
mirror which, like the one on the wall opposite, ran to the ceiling. Between 
the two mirrors, Marilyn was able to see an endless quantity of Marilyns. 
She sat on the counter for a moment, swinging her legs. She liked doing 
that. It made her feel like a little girl again. She felt her shoulders were 
too large for a woman as slender as she was, and though her breasts were 
firm and stood upright, they were too small to suit Marilyn. The nipples 
looked so large compared to the rest of each mammary. Both her nipples and 
her areolae were a light tan, and she wished her husband would pay more 
attention to them. Deep down, Marilyn was certain she was an extremely 
sensuous woman, but Ralph, her husband, never took enough time playing with 
her body before making love. He enjoyed simply sinking his thick penis into 
her vagina with almost no warm up. What little kissing they did was barely 
enough to moisten her inner channel, thereby saving her the grief of having 
dry tissue rubbed when he did enter her. 

Marilyn looked at her belly, bent as she was sitting, slightly rounded 
because she was seated. Her flesh was white below her neckline, though her 
arms and legs were well-tanned. She didn't have wide hips, but some men, her 
husband especially, seemed turned on by a woman with narrow hips. Her 
thighs, though not solid pillars stemming from women entered in a Miss 
America contest, were firm, slender, with no fat hanging from them, and her 
calves had a nice swell to them even if they weren't blown out like so many 
other women. She had to admit her vagina had a nice, pouting swell to it. 
Marilyn was extremely proud of the lips of her feminine tunnel, and though 
she never actually shaved the brown hairs down there, she did trim them and 
keep them very short. 

Marilyn was capable of enjoying sex, but the way her husband performed, she 
often believed it was something she would just as well leave alone. True, 
she climaxed with him, but it was merely an orgasm of satisfaction and not 
an all-powerful, overwhelming inundation of sensation. So many of her 
friends talked about the wonderful, marvelous orgasms they had. Marilyn 
wanted a wonderful, marvelous orgasm, too. Unfortunately the best climaxes 
she had were those she brought on herself. 

Not too long ago, she had bought one of those vibrators with batteries. It 
was shaped like a penis, except that it didn't have a corona, and the head 
came to an almost-bullet-like point. Too, it was all plastic, and so was 
cool and hard instead of having the soft outer skin of the penis, and the 
inner heat, as well. 

Deep down, Marilyn was a woman who ached to be dominated, and Ralph, her 
husband, was a nice, easygoing man. He had never overpowered or forced her 
to do anything, and the one or two times she told him she wasn't in the 
mood, he shrugged and didn't bother her. If her husband was unable to 
dominate her, then she would dominate herself. 

Opening the drawer in the cabinet, Marilyn took out the vibrator. Ralph knew 
she had it, but he was too much of a gentleman to comment on the fact that 
it was the shape and thickness of a large penis. Marilyn withdrew it from 
its plastic wrapping and washed the sterilizing alcohol from it, still 
sitting on the counter. Now it was time to put the dildo to use. 

Spread your thighs, she told her reflection, staring at herself, both front 
and back, and seeing a million reflections obeying. She enjoyed this because 
it was like seeing so many different women doing what she wanted them to do, 
even as she did it, herself. 

She sat there, her thighs wide apart, feeling the coolness of the formica 
counter against her buttocks and thighs, looking at the inner whiteness of 
her slender loins, seeing how smooth and unwrinkled the skin still was. 

Lift the right leg and put the foot flat on top of the counter, she told 
herself. 

Her body hesitated only a fraction of a second, and then she lifted her 
right leg, as did the reflections in the mirrors, while the other half 
lifted their left legs, and all put their feet flat on top of the counter 
beneath them. She was beginning to pant, enjoying the sight of the symbol of 
her sexuality more and more. Her eyes had an almost glassy look as she 
stared at herself. Not that Marilyn had lesbianic tendencies. On the 
contrary, the sight of any other naked woman would have immediately turned 
her off. Now she stared at her reflected face in the mirror and saw the 
expectant, depraved expression on her own countenance. 

She was so delightfully and deliciously obscene at the moment, thrilling to 
her pose. Her eyes moved from her face to the upstanding tilt of her two 
breasts, and then to her stomach, after which she stared with definite 
delight at the sparse hairs on her pelvis made even shorter the previous 
night by judicious use of a pair of scissors. Her pouting, puffy vaginal 
lips looked like a mouth that was panting, with the fluted edges looking so 
ragged as they flushed from pink to a rich coral beneath her pelvis. They 
were always swollen and rounded. She had 'heard somewhere that some women 
had flat, plain-looking cunt lips until they became excited, and only then 
did the labia begin to swell. She wondered if this meant she was excited at 
all times. Her soft labia had such a lustful pucker to them, as if wanting 
to be kissed. The entire vaginal slash was completely exposed to her hungry 
eyes. The lips were pulled so wide apart she had a tantalizing glimpse of 
the pink membranes lining her inner walls. She was already starting to shine 
with moisture, inside. Sexual excitement was causing the oils within her to 
actually bubble. Near her Mount of Venus, at the top of her tender slit, 
where her inner lips came together, she saw the tiny nubbin that was her 
clitoris. 

Marilyn liked herself as a person, and wondered how many other females liked 
themselves as much. In her imagination, she had sexually trained herself to 
perfection. True, with Ralph, who believed in doing everything in a 
missionary style, she had never had a real opportunity to show off her 
abilities, and she sincerely believed she would never have such an 
opportunity in real life. 

In her mind, she was in bondage to herself, and she enjoyed it. She liked 
doing the ordering, and she liked obeying. Marilyn was certain she was 
capable of handling both sides of a B and D relationship. She mentally 
subjected herself to all kinds of humiliation, and she pictured herself 
doing all kinds of licentiously wicked and unspeakable things. She often 
pictured herself making love to all kinds of men, some robust and handsome, 
others deformed and misshapen, but all of them had one thing in common: all 
had a long, thick penis much like her husband's, though her mental lovers 
were far more adept in the usage of their organs. She saw herself submitting 
to all kinds of indignities imposed on her by these imaginary lovers, though 
the truth was, in real life Marilyn would have been utterly terrified of 
such men. As long as they lived inside her imagination and nowhere else, 
everything was fine. At the moment, her imaginary lover was a tall, handsome 
blonde man with magnificent muscles. He was fully dressed in olive green 
slacks and a shirt to match, and in her mind he had no intention of 
gratifying her until she had done everything he wanted her to do. With the 
passing of years, Marilyn had felt her self-inflicted orgasms intensifying, 
as if she was being rewarded for listening to herself with increasing 
sensuality as the climaxes would burst through her body like exploding 
flares. So she decided to continue acting out her mental charades since no 
one else was hurt by them, and she was receiving more and more pleasure. 

Much of the time she had her mental lovers degrading and berating her, 
calling her whore, slut, tramp, wanton bitch, and she agreed completely, 
knowing this agreement would content her lover. She was well-versed in 
pleasing any man, and she had to admit she truly enjoyed the mental 
tongue-lashing her imaginary lovers had given her. 

A wanton smile was on her strikingly lovely face as she stared at her 
nakedly exposed pussy, hearing her imaginary blonde lover say to her, "Now 
the other leg. Lift it, as well." 

Marilyn obeyed instantly, lifting her left leg up, placing the foot flat on 
the counter, watching the reflected images ape her every action. She leaned 
with her shoulders and head touching the counter mirror, behind her, her 
buttocks and the tip of her spine resting on the counter along with her 
flattened feet. Her knees were both drawn up, but spread wide apart so she 
was able to glimpse her own breasts. She glanced straight down, not looking 
at her reflection, but rather directly at her own widespread cunt lips. The 
pink labia quivered, moistly and eagerly as more juices slid out of her and 
covered her pouting lips. More than anything else she ached to reach down 
with her fingers and caress the lobes of her wetly heated vagina. Maybe, 
just maybe, her imaginary lover would order her to do that, and she'd be 
able to watch her long, tapering fingers with the red nail polish on the 
nails massage the vellicating little button. She so wanted to rub both hands 
over the lips of her aching cunt, teasing and tantalizing her clitoris until 
she exploded with delight. She didn't dare do it, though, not without the 
consent of her blonde, handsome imaginary lover. 

Abruptly she became conscious of the plastic dildo in her right hand. It was 
as if she was looking at it for the first time. It was ridged all around, 
and even though it was all plastic, and cold and unyielding, it looked 
tempting. It was all white, and she mentally asked herself, "What is this?" 

Her imaginary lover reached forward and put his hand on hers, moving her 
finger to the bottom of the olisbos where there was a button. She snapped it 
on, and the instrument began vibrating. It felt so heavenly in her hand, and 
she knew once she put this shuddering phallic imitation into her cunt, it 
would feel even more heavenly. 

Marilyn groaned and let her head roll back against the mirror. Her eyes were 
half closed, and there was a lewd smile widely spread across her lovely 
face. 

"What do you want me to do with it?" she asked, speaking aloud, envisioning 
her lover standing before her. 

"Rub it against the insides of your thighs," her mind heard him say. 

She pressed it against one slender loin, placing the tip near her wetly 
gaping vagina. Marilyn gasped with delighted thrills as she felt the 
pleasurable sensation. Though the vibrator was cold plastic, its rigidity 
did remind her of a stolid penis, and pressing it against her thighs made 
her shudder with excitement. 

"I love the feel of it," Marilyn gasped, her voice thick with lust. She was 
talking to please her imagined lover, but she was telling the truth. She did 
love it. The handsome, blonde-haired playboy-he always had to be a playboy 
with lots of money-was, at the moment, a total influence on Marilyn's 
imagined life, and she felt as if she were swimming in wonderful depravity. 
She had to work to please this man who would fuck her only if she did as he 
said. She had to submit to what he wanted, submerging her will to his, 
completely overriding her own ego while allowing lascivity and natural lust 
to take complete control of her. Her task to please him was one that was 
filled with an intense and delightful pleasure seldom, if ever, experienced 
by other women. In her imagination, she lived better than most mistresses 
ever hoped to live in real life. 

Yes, the vibrator was for her to use as she fondled it again and again, 
enjoying the titillations it gave off. Her dream-lover was standing off to 
the side now, near the other mirror, his arms folded, allowing her to see 
herself, his eyes glittering, his lips twitching just as Marilyn always 
wanted him to be. 

"Run it all over your body," he commanded, and Marilyn did as she was 
instructed, rubbing the vibrating penis-like instrument over her belly. 
Little by little she slid it lower, letting it touch her pubic hair. 

Her imaginary lover was observing all this with a supercilious sneer on his 
face, as if he were detached from such mundane things. He seemed to be 
watching the way an impartial observer or a scientist might look at some 
kind of experiment he was trying to conduct, or the way a floral expert 
might carefully be checking the stems and petals of some rare flowers in a 
hot house. Her lover was not interested in her sexually at the moment, but 
rather clinically. All the mental men in Marilyn's life thought of sex as 
she wished them to, and in this case this man was behaving as if sex was a 
way of life for him. He was no longer intrigued by it, enjoying it for its 
own sake, but rather he experimented with it to see what he might be able to 
do to make things different. Marilyn realized it was all fantasy, because 
deep down, though she, herself, was dying to experience different kinds of 
making love, she also was curious about the many different ways lovemaking 
might be performed, and that included self-love, or masturbation. She never 
masturbated the same way, twice. 

In her youth, Marilyn had always had this abounding curiosity concerning 
sex, basically because her parents had told her it was something naughty, 
and single girls were to have nothing to do with it. Being an obedient 
child, Marilyn had held her physical self in check, but it hadn't restrained 
her from thinking about it, wondering what it was like. At that time she 
didn't masturbate, simply because it didn't occur to her. Not until she had 
married Ralph Kalian did she begin to understand what it was like to have 
body-to-body contact with a man. She had been so anxious to learn, there was 
no disappointment for her in the beginning, when the orgasms were a long 
time in coming. Finally, when they started coming, she felt what was beneath 
them and what she had just wasn't enough. So she had taken to stimulating 
her own clitoris with her finger, discovering she was capable of producing 
at least as powerful a reaction in her body as her husband was able to do by 
fucking her. When she suggested trying other things to keep sex from 
becoming stale, Ralph had told her plain-and-simple fucking was good enough 
for him, and it ought to be good enough for her. Since Marilyn was not 
really aware of what might be termed imagine fucking, most of her imaginary 
sorties from then on were of a masturbatory nature. She found new and 
different ways to arouse and finger herself, and because she had been taught 
that self-violation was an evil thing, she always imagined herself being 
dominated by some powerful lover who was thrilled by making her degrade 
herself. Thus she was able to justify, to herself, why she was doing what 
she was doing. If this was depravity, then she was not to blame, though in 
truth, in spite of what people had told her, she never felt depraved. If she 
felt wicked it was a thrilling kind of wickedness, not a perverted 
degradation. 

Marilyn began teaching herself over the years, having acquired the dildo one 
day when she had taken a trip to the city. In spite of her upbringing and 
her pride, she was not only a good teacher, but a willing pupil. She had 
literally broken herself, and it was coming to a point where, if she was 
unable to find new and more interesting ways to play with herself, 
masturbation would become extremely boring. The challenge of learning was 
gone. In all this time she had gone from an innocent, pure young housewife 
and teacher with clean ideals and aspirations to an eager, wanton, desiring 
woman. Not once did she think of herself as impure or evil, but she was 
deliciously wanton. To her, wantonness was not a sin. Yet had some man 
attempted to make overtures to her, she would have instantly rebuffed him, 
for though Marilyn enjoyed having imaginary lovers, her upbringing had been 
so strong, she would never allow herself to become a real-life slut. Yet 
because of all the things she was doing in her imagination, Marilyn was 
enjoying the "normal sex" she had with her husband less and less. She loved 
Ralph, and he was a fine man in every respect, but she wished he would be a 
bit more daring and domineering. Surely he was able to turn their married 
life into a continuous orgy with just the two of them participating. 

Sitting where she was, on the counter, with her heels pulled against her 
buttocks, and her knees jutting straight up in the air, she stared with 
hunger at her ripely expectant loins. The dildo in her hand was no longer a 
dildo, but rather the detached penis of her imaginary lover. Totally naked, 
she lay with her head still pressing against the mirror behind her, her 
mouth slack, her tongue tucked in the left corner. The slender fingers of 
her left hand slowly slid down and tangled themselves in her pubic hair. Her 
hips were slowly undulating and pumping in an obscene manner as her free 
hand slid down on either side of the moistly puffy labia as her inner vagina 
continued twitching. Using her forefinger and middle finger, she impatiently 
spread her lust-swollen cunt lips to reveal the wetly pink inner walls of 
her vagina, her treasure trove. It was hers, and there was no other vagina 
like it in the entire world. Perhaps to some men all vaginas were alike, 
just as in her mind all penises were the same size and breadth of her 
husband's since she had never seen another. However as far as Marilyn was 
concerned, her vagina was something exquisite, and her imaginary lover, 
though staring at her with clinical detachment, gazed with wide eyes at the 
depths of her pussy. Below her sparsely bearded vaginal mouth, her rounded 
buttocks met in a deep, narrow crevice. 

Marilyn watched herself as her ripe and sensually feminine body shuddered 
and wriggled with thrilling delight. Her narrow hips undulated again and 
again, and her small, rounded buttocks seemed to balloon against the 
counter. She no longer stared at her reflection, but pushed her head lower 
so she was able to look down at her anxiously wriggling loins. She stared 
between the full, rounded peaks of her breasts as they jutted forward like 
cones of ice cream topped with an almond. Her wetly quivering vagina was 
tilted slightly upward between the towers of her raised knees. She ran the 
penis-like vibrator over the wet slit again and again, pausing to let it 
shudder against her blood-stiffened, erect little clitoris as her eyelids 
began fluttering and she started gasping for breath. Pleasure was already 
starting to make her entire body tremble as it wracked her nerve-endings. 

She imagined her blonde lover moving this way and that as she continued to 
wantonly pose with her thighs wide apart, her knees still upraised, and her 
nakedly quivering pussy gaping wider and wider apart as she guided the 
strongly vibrating mechanical instrument over and around her shuddering 
vaginal cavity. She was moaning out loud, now, her voice carrying through 
the entire empty house. She imagined her blonde lover sitting beside her on 
the counter, reaching out with his hands, cupping her breasts. He lifted 
them, revealing them even more to her staring eyes, letting her see the rich 
light tan of her nipples. She felt justifiably proud of the firmness of her 
breasts, knowing many teenage girls who attended the school where she taught 
had breasts looser and wobblier than hers. How many times had she imagined 
hands fondling and squeezing and caressing her breasts as Ralph almost never 
did. Once in a great while her husband sucked her nipples, sending 
stimulating charges of electricity through her. Now, as she stared at the 
breasts she imagined to be caressed, she also imagined her blonde lover's 
mouth sucking her nipples, one at a time, and little by little the nipples 
grew without actually being touched, turning from a light tan to a deep 
reddish-tan. She gasped and quivered, trembling with licentious desire, 
wanting to feel more, so much more. In the back of her mind she heard 
whispers letting her know even now she would gladly replace her imaginary 
blonde gladiator with her real husband. Yes, Ralph was short, bald, and a 
little chubby, but she did love him, and if he was able to make love to her 
as she wished, she would be thrilled beyond belief. What would it take to 
bring the man to life so he would please and thrill her? 

Marilyn shuddered, knowing her husband would never change. He was content 
with life as it was, save for the fact that like everyone else, he would 
have loved to be earning more money. 

Marilyn was more and more thrilled, her eyes alternating between the mirror 
and her naked flesh. Soon now, very soon she would have an orgasm, and she 
knew it would be better than any previous completion. 

Now her imaginary lover was lifting her breasts up and down, letting them 
slap against her body, making her quiver with more uncontrollable lust. Her 
head was pressed more firmly than ever against the heavy mirror as she 
stared straight down between her rounded breasts and supple thighs to 
witness the big plastic penile imitation vibrating between her luscious 
legs. She saw her widespread vaginal lips getting ever wetter as she ran a 
thumb across her shimmering clitoris, and as she pressed the tip of the 
mechanical organ into her narrow opening. Oooooooh! It felt good, really 
good. Her vibrant body was wantonly shuddering with delightful thrills as 
the vibration began tantalizing and incensing her even more. 

"You have lovely breasts" her non-existent lover whispered to her, leaning 
against her, massaging the tips of her nipples, then cupping their fleshy 
fullness in his hands again. It was so real, Marilyn often feared she might 
one day become mired in her imagination and not be able to return to 
reality. 

Marilyn's smoky eyes were half-closed now, and she stared at her breasts, 
mentally enjoying the way her image of a lover was fondling her distended 
nipples. 

"Thank you," she gasped, her voice thick with need for love. 

Slowly she moved the vibrator deeper and deeper into her shuddering vaginal 
tunnel, and she began pumping it in and out, in and out, while the ball of 
the forefinger of her free hand continued massaging her clitoris. She closed 
her eyes, and this was no longer a dildo, but a real cock. The vibrations 
were the throbbing of a pulsing penis, and her pinching fingers surrounding 
her clitoris felt as if someone had grabbed the aroused clit with a pair of 
pliers and was continually pulling and twisting the ignited organ. She 
wanted to scream her lust out for the entire world to hear. Her slender, 
lithe form was now starting to go completely out of control. She was slowly 
but surely surrendering to her inner desires, no longer having any kind of 
reservation. There was something so extremely enjoyable and thrilling about 
acting like a total slut, not caring what anyone might think, especially 
since she was in the privacy of her own home. Exhibiting her naked self this 
way, in front of a mirror, she shamelessly enjoyed herself. She was an 
exhibitionist, if only for her own enjoyment, and she enjoyed every little 
bit of it. Continuous thrills caused by looking at herself in the throes of 
wonderful sensation served to intensify and enhance her orgasm. 

Once more she looked down at the bobbling tips of her firm breasts, and once 
again she was sorry her breasts weren't larger so she might lift a nipple to 
her own mouth and suck. As it was, she was so overpowered with lust at this 
moment, her head was thrashing this way and that and a loud moan of 
frustration trembled forth from her lips as she increased the tempo of her 
hips pumping up and down against the thrusting vibrator. 

As if something was triggered in her mind, she heard herself say, But you 
can suck them. 

Suddenly Marilyn wasn't thrusting the vibrator in and out any longer. She 
had pushed it all the way into herself and she left it there, staring at her 
reflection in the mirror as she said out loud, "What?" 

Her mind replied, saying, In your present position, why not excite yourself 
even more by licking and sucking your own breasts. All you have to do is 
stretch your neck a little. It isn't as if you're built like a boy. Your 
breasts are long enough. All you have to do is make the effort. Come on, 
Marilyn, lick and suck your own breasts, and watch yourself do it. 

Her imaginary lover was agreeing with her mind, sitting in an imaginary 
chair in front of her, nodding, letting her know he wanted to see her do it. 
Even as she imagined him watching, Marilyn slowly pulled the vibrator from 
the depths of her wet vagina and began pressing it firmly against her 
clitoris. Her eyes were tightly closed and her face was contorted by the 
heated passion that she was feeling. She watched the way her hips and tautly 
laddering belly churned and rotated as her buttocks bounced up and down on 
the counter, hitting the heels pressed against them. All the while her 
moistly shining, gaping cunt lips continued glistening and twitching as the 
vibrator, held tightly against her shuddering clitoris with one hand, rubbed 
up and down. With her free hand, she cupped one full and rounded breast, 
catching the nipple between her middle and ring fingers. She forced her head 
to bend, moving it lower and lower, and finally her tongue snaked out, all 
pink, slimy, and supple, and the soft, velvet-smooth tip rimmed the tip of 
the nipple clutched between her fingers. Then, looking at her reflection in 
the mirror, she watched as slowly but surely she began sucking her nipple 
deeper and deeper into her mouth. Her wetly ovaled lips closed over the 
spiky nipple as her fingers drew away and cupped her breast from underneath 
to help support it. and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked with 
uncontrollable fervor. 

Marilyn felt heat bursting through her as she saw her mouth pulling at her 
nipple while she felt sparks fly through her entranced body. There was 
something about her nipples that made her shudder with unbelievable thrills. 
Imagine, she was sucking her own nipple, building the thrills in her own 
body to a higher, more fevered pitch. She pressed her heels even more firmly 
against the roundness of her buttocks, spreading her thighs even wider, 
using the tips of the vibrator to open her cunt lips even more as she ran 
the plastically vibrating mechanism up and down, up and down, once again 
pushing it in and out of her feminine oriel. She moved it with hypnotic 
rhythm, shuddering and trembling, totally out of control. 

With a groan, Marilyn let her nipple fall from her mouth as she raised her 
head. Her neck hurt from the strain. She was gasping for air, panting with 
lascivious desire, and her ripely quivering mammary was soaking wet and 
glistening with the residue of her sputum. She opened her fevered eyes just 
the littlest bit more. Neck pain or not, since she had lavished oral 
attention on one teat, she would do no less for the other. Her free hand 
groped, then finally cupped the weight of her other breast. It trembled 
under her grasp as she surrounded it, fingers pressing into it, lifting it 
slowly toward her mouth as she craned her neck again. Her fingertips 
depressed the soft flesh a bit more, making the nipple stand out that much 
more clearly. Her tongue lashed out, licking and lapping at the bud of her 
nipple, and she watched it swell and enlarge, growing ever more rigid as her 
tongue licked the stiff little pellet before her lips finally engulfed it, 
completely. With her mouth open, she pressed more than the tan, puckered 
nipple within. She pushed as much of her breast inside as was humanly 
possible, straining her neck a little bit more, closing her eyes, feeling 
ecstatically thrilled and happy. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, while 
her buttocks continued bouncing crazily up and down on the counter. At one 
point she put so much weight on her flatly pressing feet, as well as on her 
shoulders which she had pressed against the mirror behind her, she actually 
lifted her buttocks from the counter. The twin globes of her luscious 
ass-cheeks twitched and contracted so that her tightly puckered anus now 
pressed against the mirror behind her and the shining moistness from her 
vagina dripped onto the counter, itself. 

Marilyn opened her eyes, staring at her image in the mirror, and she thought 
she had never seen anything more erotically arousing in her entire life. 
True, had her husband been there to complete the picture, sucking and 
fucking her, it would have been even better, but Ralph would never have 
allowed himself to "wallow in the depravity" she secretly enjoyed. Marilyn 
bit her nipple, making it quiver even more, and her eyes wandered over her 
vagina, staring at the white dildo she was ramming in and out, looking more 
and more like a penis, lifting her to greater heights than ever before. She 
began imagining all kinds of lovers surrounding her, now. No longer was she 
the one sucking her nipple. At this point a handsome, muscular beach boy 
with black hair and a tan body was masticating her breastpoint, while the 
white dildo was actually the cock of her imaginary blonde lover. Below the 
thrusting dildo, she saw the twinkling star of her ass-hole, and the sight 
of it aroused her even more. She had no idea just why she was enjoying the 
sight of her rectal orifice, but she loved it. Stretching the pinky of the 
hand holding the dildo, she touched her anal opening, rubbing it again and 
again, causing the thrills within her to continue mounting. 

Stop! her mind commanded. 

"Why?" she gasped out loud, letting her breast fall as she reluctantly slid 
the dildo from between her thighs. "Why must I stop? Why can't I go on to 
completion?" 

Shamelessly aroused to the point where she was almost ready to disobey the 
commands of her own mind, Marilyn collapsed on the counter, her thighs 
remaining widespread, but her feet slipping off and dangling down. Her face 
was a mask of etched lines, twisted as it was with the closeness of her 
orgasm. Every nerve in her trembling body was alive with lust. She lay 
there, panting and sobbing, wanting to continue. 

After a moment, she opened her eyes to see her limp form sitting on the 
counter with her legs hanging down, her vagina as richly pink as ever. She 
wanted her orgasm, but she wanted something more. She wanted a good cock. 

"You know, Marilyn," she said, staring at her reflection, "no matter how 
many times you change the dream, it all comes down to the same thing. You 
have to fuck yourself. Isn't that disgraceful for a married woman? Too bad 
you're such a prude, or you'd go out and find another way to satisfy 
yourself. Yes, Marilyn, let's face it, for all your dreams, for all your 
wants, your wishes, and your desires, you are basically a prude. You don't 
have the guts to go looking for another man. The funny thing is, you'd fight 
to the death to defend your honor if someone other than Ralph tried fucking 
you. When you think about it, it's ridiculous, because all it is is some man 
poking his penis into you, or doing something else to make you happy." 

Sighing, she turned on the vibrator again, but suddenly it wasn't fun, 
anymore. Mechanically, she pushed it in and out of her taut vagina, and the 
orgasm that had promised so much turned out to be one of the 
least-satisfying ones she'd ever had. She was disgusted with herself for 
being such a prude, and worse, being unable to change. 

When she was finished, she dipped the dildo in alcohol and re-wrapped it in 
a plastic wrapping, putting it away. Then she stepped into the stall shower 
and washed the coatings of sweat from her unsatisfied body. 

By the time her shower was over, it was almost four. She wrapped herself in 
a towel and stepped out into the hallway, and gasped. Standing there was 
eighteen-year-old Harry Marlowe. Marlowe was six-feet-two inches tall, with 
broad shoulders, whitish-blonde hair, and a twisted nose that had been 
broken twice. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"What are you doing up here?" Marilyn gasped, holding the towel more 
securely around her body. 

Marlowe had beady little piggy eyes that were light blue. Now they were 
wandering over her body as he nervously said, "Well, gee, I rang the bell 
downstairs a couple of times. I knew you were home 'cause I saw your car 
outside, and besides the front door was open. When y'didn't answer, I 
figgered maybe the doorbell was busted. So I came inside and I heard voices 
up here." 

"You heard me?" Marilyn gasped. 

"Yeah, well kinda," Marlowe admitted, shrugging his broad shoulders. 

He knew. The boy knew. Marilyn wondered what she was going to do, now. 

"You go downstairs and wait," she said to him. "I'll be down as soon as I've 
dressed." 

She wanted to caution him not to say a word to anyone, but she knew if she 
made a big tiling of it, Harry Marlowe just might get it into his head to 
really do some blabbing, whereas if she didn't mention it, he might forget 
all about it, especially since his passing English was so important this 
final year of school. 

Marilyn retreated to the safety of her bedroom and listened to the boy clump 
his way down the stairs. The bedroom was small, with a large queen-sized bed 
in the middle. It had a walnut headboard, and the walls were covered with a 
rust-colored wallpaper which had been fashionable years before, but which 
looked almost hideous, now. 

Going to her closet to the right of the bed, Marilyn took out a red blouse 
and a yellow skirt. Hurriedly slipping into some underwear taken from the 
bureau opposite the bed, she dressed, pulled her hair back with an orange 
ribbon, and then went downstairs, not bothering to put on stockings, her 
feet encased in calfskin slippers. 

Harry Marlowe was sitting in her living room, looking out the window. 
Marilyn's walking in distracted him, and she said, "Well, now, are we ready 
to get started with your English lesson?" 

"Is it okay if we talk a little, first?" he asked. 

"About what?" she wanted to know. 

"Look," Harry said to her, "I'm not the smartest guy in the world, and I 
don't want to say nothin' y'll misunderstand." 

"What are you trying to say, Harry?" she snapped. 

"I been doin' a lotta thinkin' since I walked in here, and I'm tryin' to get 
things straight in my mind. You're supposed to be the untouchable Mrs. 

Kalian. At least, that's what everyone around the school calls you. They say 
you're more frigid than the North Pole." 

"Harry, my personal life has nothing to do with you. Now let's get on with 
the lesson." 

"You're wrong," he insisted. "Y'see, like every other guy with balls in 
school, I've got the hots for you." 

"Harry, right now you have a course to pass. For the next ten months you're 
going to need all the help you can get, and I'm the only one qualified to 
give it to you. Stop talking foolishly, and we'll get to work." 

The blonde boy shrugged, saying, "I can't figure you out, Mrs. Kalian." 

"Don't try. Just start learning for a change." 

For the next half hour, Harry Marlowe made a genuine effort to learn. He 
listened to Marilyn attempting to explain nouns, pronouns, verbs, adverbs, 
and adjectives. However the nearness of Marilyn's body was starting to get 
to him. To begin with, he was able to smell the deodorant soap she had used 
to shower. It blended with the natural essences of her own flesh, and it 
made him hungrier than ever for her. Little by little his concentration 
began wandering. 

Marilyn, seeing he was no longer concentrating on his work, said, "We'll 
take a three-minute break. Maybe you'll be able to concentrate a little 
better, afterward." 

She rose and walked toward the kitchen. He watched her, noting the way her 
body seemed to flow against the skirt and blouse she was wearing. It was a 
nice body, all right, perhaps a little thinner than what he was used to, but 
a nice body nevertheless. What he hadn't told Marilyn Kalian was, he had 
seen her, naked, sitting on the counter, talking to herself. He hadn't seen 
the way she had tangled herself up, sucking her own breasts while pushing 
the vibrator in and out of her, but when she finally did finish her 
masturbation with the plastic vibrator, he did witness that. 

Harry Marlowe was unable to understand why the woman continually used 
something like that-at least he assumed it was continual. Hell! There wasn't 
a guy in the school who wouldn't boff her for nothing. She was a gorgeous 
broad, capable of getting all the cock she wanted. Why the hell should she 
fool around with that dumb plastic thing? 

Some moments later, Marilyn returned carrying two glasses, both filled with 
soda. He liked the fluid way her body moved with each step. Harry Marlowe 
came to a decision. The teacher had been teaching him English. He was going 
to teach her French. 

Marilyn handed him a glass of soda, sitting next to him on the sofa where 
she had been tutoring him. Books lay all over the floor, and she had to 
admit, for a boy who lacked a certain amount of intelligence, Harry Marlowe 
was starting to learn. 

There was a gleam in his eyes, now, and it had Marilyn worried. She had seen 
gleams like these in the eyes of all her imaginary lovers. Surely men's eyes 
didn't really shine this way. She had only imagined it because she had seen 
the way her own eyes shined with lust whenever she played with herself. One 
thing she was not interested in was playing around with the-likes of a Harry 
Marlowe. "I don't think I like what you're thinking," she said, putting the 
glass of soda down on a table to the side of the sofa. 

"How would you know?" Harry asked. "You ain't never tried it." 

"Harry, let's get something straight, here and now. I am a teacher, you are 
a pupil. That is where our relationship begins and ends." 

Hell! She was really something when she began getting angry. Harry Marlowe 
was getting hotter for her by the second. Jesus! He was so hot for her he 
was afraid he might go off in his pants. 

Standing, Harry said he had to go to the bathroom, and Marilyn pointed out 
the little lavatory off the kitchen. Harry put his glass of soda down, went 
inside, and splashed cold water on his face. He took the time to empty his 
bladder, figuring it might take the starch out of his erection. It did, for 
a little while. 

Marilyn wasn't the least bit worried. She had the situation under control as 
far as she was concerned. No eighteen-year-old hulk was going to tell her 
what to do with her body. 

She sat back and thought about her courtship with Ralph. He'd had lots of 
hair, then, and it had been brown, not gray. He'd been a dead wringer for 
the actor, Bobby Morse at that time, although when Ralph was young Bobby 
Morse had probably been in knee pants, so it was correct to say Morse was a 
look-alike for Ralph. Her husband had a slight space between his teeth, and 
when he grinned he looked a lot like a Cheshire cat. 

The last two single years of her life had been extremely dull, and Marilyn 
was willing to do almost anything to get out from under her parents. Ralph 
had been a recently discharged sailor, and he had been going to college on 
the G.I. bill. Marilyn had met him in college, and he was the first boy she 
had brought home whom her parents hadn't kicked out of the house. Though he 
had absolutely no idea what kind of work he was going to go into once he 
left college, Marilyn's parents had liked the idea that he was always 
respectful toward them. He always told them in advance where he was taking 
Marilyn, and he even got her father's consent before he proposed. 

Marilyn had found nothing romantic about Ralph. He had never tried to do 
more than kiss her, and it irritated her because she always thought he was 
dating her simply for lack of something better. Therefore it came as a 
surprise to her when he finally proposed. Her parents accepted for her, and 
for once they had been right, if only because Ralph had proven to be a 
loving husband, making her happy in every way-but one. Not that he was bad 
in bed. He just wasn't all that good. 

A girl's wedding night is something she almost always remembers, one way or 
another. With Marilyn it was neither way. Her hymen proved almost no barrier 
at all. Ralph snapped it with almost no effort. Unfortunately, he was so 
aroused by entering her for the first time, he began coming almost 
immediately, and it took Marilyn quite a few months before she realized 
there was more to sex than having a man shoot sperm into her. 

"Come on, already," Harry Marlowe said, snapping her out of her reverie. 

"Uhhh ... ohhh ... yes ... we have to get back to the lesson." 

"The hell with the lesson," Harry said, and grabbing her wrist, hauled her 
to her feet, saying, "It's time for me to be the teacher and for you to 
learn." 

He began dragging her toward the stairs so fast Marilyn was barely able to 
keep on her feet. She gasped for breath, trying to pull enough air into her 
lungs to call for help, and then he was climbing the stairs. When she 
refused to climb with him, he just kept pulling, dragging her along behind 
him. Her slippers fell from her feet, and then they were on the top floor. 
He headed directly for the master bedroom as Marilyn tried clawing the hand 
that gripped her wrist with her free hand. 

"Harry Marlowe," she finally gasped, as he dragged her inside and threw her 
on the bed. "You stop all this right now, do you hear?" 

"I've suddenly gone deaf," he told her, tugging her against him, wrapping 
his powerful arms around her, and cramming his slobbering lips all over 
hers. Not even in her wildest dreams had Marilyn ever pictured anything like 
this. 

"Stop ... ggguuuggghhh ... no more ... sssllluuurrrppp ... leave me 
alone..." 

"Shit, Mrs. Kalian," the boy laughed, forcing her wrists behind her back, 
then holding them in place with one hand. He used the back of his other hand 
to wipe the spittle from his mouth. "Who the hell you fuckin'? You're one 
hot twat. I saw you. earlier. You were usin't that artificial cock-like 
thing. Well that's dumb when you can have my cock any time you want it. You 
really like fuckin', lady. I been watchin' you for like a good five minutes, 
before. I also watched you when we was downstairs. You couldn't sit still 
for a minute, like your cunt was on fire or something. I saw the way you 
pushed that thing in and out of your cunt." 

"No," Marilyn gasped, shaking her head, turning her face away from him. "No 
... you don't understand. You're wrong, all wrong. Please, Harry, please, 
you just let me go, and we'll forget about the rest of the English lesson 
for today, and I won't tell anyone else what happened..." 

"Tell?" Harry Marlowe laughed. "Sure you won't tell. You open your mouth and 
I'll spread it all over the school that you like dildoing your pussy." 

Marilyn was horrified. Now that something was happening to her, she knew for 
a fact that she wanted nothing to do with this strange boy. This was nothing 
like the men in her imagination. 

For all Harry Marlowe's strength, there was a crudeness about the boy she 
was unable to stand. Besides, though she liked to imagine herself with other 
men, the idea of really cheating on Ralph had never entered her mind. 
Somehow, in some way she had to get away from this beast of a boy. 

Looking around the bedroom, Marilyn realized there was almost nothing she 
was able to do. Her bedroom windows were facing the rear of the house, and 
there was a lot on the other side of her house. The neighbors on either side 
of her weren't home, all having to work to help make ends meet. There simply 
was no way out of this for her. 

Harry was mashing his mouth against hers, again, and now his thick tongue, 
much thicker than Ralph's, pressed between her teeth and worked its way 
along her palate in an attempt to reach into her throat. Good Lord! The 
boy's tongue was as long and as fat as Ralph's penis. At the moment the 
boy's own penis was pushing solidly against her stomach, and from the 
swelling she felt, Marilyn was certain she wasn't really feeling a penis, 
but that the boy had a hammer hidden in his pants. The size of it was 
unbelievable. 

Harry finally broke the kiss. He looked at her with lust blazing in both his 
eyes. 

"Harry," Marilyn sobbed. "Please let me go. Don't do anything you'll be 
sorry for, later." 

"Sorry?" the boy laughed. "Hell! I'd sure as shit be sorry if I didn't try 
screwin' this lovely little body of yours, right now. That's what'd make me 
sorry." 

"Harry, I'll tell the school board. You'll be suspended, thrown out. You'll 
never play college football." 

"I'll tell 'em you seduced me." Harry laughed. "Hell, teach, you 'n' me are 
gonna have us some fun. Now cut the crap. You got a nice bed in here we can 
use, and you're gonna take off all 'a your clothes and let me get another 
look at those luscious tits of yours, as well as your pussy. You do it nice 
and easy, and I promise you I'll slip you a nice, hard cock, just like you 
been dream in' about." 

"No!" she shouted, and rolling off the bed on the other side, ran to the 
window in the hope of calling for help. 

Her face was right at the window when he caught her by the wrist again and 
pulled her toward him. , "Damn it all, teach," Harry laughed. "Why didn't 
you hold still. I want this to be one of those meaningful fucks." 

"Please, Harry, don't do this," she begged, tears flowing from her eyes. "It 
isn't right!" 

"It sure as hell is right, Mrs. Kalian. So do me a favor and shut your 
mouth, huh? I mean, like my daddy always used to say, if you ain't got 
nothin' nice to say, don't say nothin' at all." 

He wrapped his arms solidly around her struggling body, pinning the flailing 
woman's own arms tightly to her sides, his hands pressing against her 
rounded breasts. He picked her up, and Marilyn began kicking her bare feet 
against his shins, but it was futile. He merely laughed as he walked over to 
the bed with her again. She struggled furiously but futilely. Harry wasn't 
letting go. She was sobbing uncontrollably now, her head whipping wildly 
from side to side and slamming back, trying to hit him. She struggled 
vainly, trying to make the blonde-haired boy drop her. For the first time in 
her life Marilyn felt totally helpless. Abruptly she found herself back on 
the bed. He let go of her arms to grab her by the ankles and jerk her so 
that she lay flat. She rolled over onto her belly, and he pressed a knee 
into the small of her back while his hands proceeded to undo the buttons on 
her blouse and unfasten her brassiere. 

"Harry," she gasped, fear choking her. "Please don't do this. I have others 
coming for tutoring after you." 

"Forget it! If you're lucky you and me'll be through long before anyone else 
gets here. "Hell! You know what'd happen if some other guy walked in and 
caught us screwing around? He'd probably join in. I'm tellin' you, you go on 
fightin' me and it'll take that much longer. Why not just relax. Hell! 
You'll like what I can do for you." 

"No, damn you," she gasped. "No, I won't hold still and lie here like some 
helpless child. Look, I swear, if you don't let me up, I'll report you to 
the police, as well." 

"The hell you will," he said to her. "I can always say you seduced me." 

"I'll give you money..." 

"Oh jesus! I don't want your money." 

"Wh-what do you want?" 

Harry laughed out loud, saying, "All I really want is the pretty pussy I saw 
you shovin' that hunk of plastic into." 

He was peeling her brassiere and blouse off her shoulders, now, lifting her 
just enough to tug them off her arms, letting them lie beneath her, against 
the front of her body. He lifted her a little higher and tugged everything 
out from under her, throwing it off to the side. 

"Harry," she gasped. "Have a heart. I've never cheated on my husband, 
before." 

"For Christ sake," he laughed. "Just what the hell do you think you were 
doing with that dildo? So there wasn't a man attached to the other end of 
the artificial cock. You were still stuffin' your cunt with it. Heck, you'll 
find a real cock's a lot better than that dumb hunk of plastic." 

His knee came off the small of her back, but the pressure had been so great, 
Marilyn found it difficult to move. As she lay there on her belly, she heard 
the rustle of clothing behind her. Terrified, she managed to roll over and 
saw the boy dropping the dungarees he was wearing, trying to pull them over 
the thick, crepe-soled shoes he was wearing. 

He cursed when the pants and shoes tangled, and he had to sit on the edge of 
the bed, pulling and tugging until he yanked off his shoes inside his pants 
and finally managed to pull his feet out. He finally stood and dropped his 
underpants, revealing a massive penis that was both, longer and thicker than 
Ralph's. 

"Oh no!" Marilyn gasped, looking at the huge shaft with the red top. It had 
to be the biggest penis she had ever seen, though this was really only the 
second one she had seen in her entire life. The shank was a rich pink, but 
that bulging mushroom of a head quivered. She stared at the hole in the tip 
and saw a droplet of clear oil well out of it, making it appear as if the 
penis was winking at her. 

"Harry," she gasped, "I want you to stop this, this instant. Now you put 
those clothes on and walk out of here, right now. I don't want to have to 
put up with any more nonsense from you." 

Harry laughed, saying, "Still acting the part of the teacher, huh. Well 
teacher, you got a lotta learnin' to do. Besides, my walkin' outta here 
right now, like this, would be an act of cruelty. I believe in being kind to 
teachers, especially pretty lady teachers." 

There was no doubt that Harry Marlowe was a good-looking boy. He had a 
ruggedly handsome face, and even with his broken nose he had that certain 
indefinable something that had the girls flocking to him in droves. Even if 
he hadn't been on the football team he'd have had his share of girls. He had 
square shoulders, and his hairless chest was all white in spite of this 
being the end of the summer. He had some blonde stubble on his chin, and it 
was obvious he didn't take good care of himself. Most of his strength was 
natural and he was letting himself go to seed. He smoked a lot, and it was 
more than a little possible he smoked marijuana, and soon he might move on 
to harder stuff. The kids with whom he hung around all idolized him and 
looked up to him, which, in a way, was bad for Harry. He had no one to 
pattern himself after, and as a result was setting a bad example for the 
other kids. 

But that penis of his. Wow! It was thick, really thick. 

Marilyn gulped, shutting her eyes and breathing heavily. She was frightened, 
but more of herself than the boy. She was afraid she might actually allow 
him to do something, and she knew she didn't dare permit that. She was a 
married woman who truly loved her husband, and to let something like this 
happen would ruin and disrupt her entire life. There was an itch in her 
vagina that she was unable to repress. It had been there so often when she 
had played with the artificial penis, even though her brain consistently 
told her body this was wrong, her body didn't want to listen. All her body 
knew was, here was the real thing, at last. She felt her vaginal walls 
inwardly squeezing together as if her vagina was already filled with the 
boy's penis. Heavens, no! It mustn't happen. Somehow she had to get out of 
this. 

"Please..." she begged one more time. 

Harry was sitting on the edge of the broad bed, and now his hands began 
rubbing beneath her calves. She shivered and turned away, once more lying on 
her belly, and his hands slowly moved up to the backs of her thighs. She 
gasped and tried to crawl away. Suddenly his fingers, like claws, were 
sinking into the soft flesh of her buttocks. She squirmed and spun around, 
turning onto her back, not wanting to, but following the urging of his 
fingers. He was pushing her skirt up to her waist, now. His hands suddenly 
leaped to her full breasts, gripping them, bunching them between his 
squeezing fingers, feeling how smooth her flesh was as her nipples dug into 
the palms of his hands. To Marilyn, this was a nightmare. The ten digits 
cutting into her flesh were nothing like the soft caresses she had often 
dreamed of feeling. 

Heaven help her. She was unable to stand all this pain. Unfortunately her 
body was responding in an entirely different manner, and though she 
struggled and squirmed, she felt heat continuing to build through her body. 
There was that intolerable itch in her seething vagina. It was making her 
shudder. The mere knowledge this was a male handling her was causing her 
inner body to erupt with all kinds of feeling she wished to suppress. Her 
body was clamoring to be fucked, but she knew this was wrong, and so 
continued fighting against it. 

"Come on," Harry smirked, his over-confidence the one thing that helped her 
hold on to her sanity. She hated his being so damn cock-sure of himself. 
"No!" she told him. 

"Yes!" he snapped back, and bending, suddenly sucked her left nipple between 
his hungry lips. Marilyn gasped as his teeth nibbled at the outer edges of 
her tiny areola, a circle so small as to almost be covered by the nipple, 
itself. Her tan nipple stood out starkly against the white of her breast. 
His tongue began washing the nipple repeatedly, and he licked with a 
roughness and ferocity Marilyn had never imagined in any of her non-existent 
lovers. He flatly pressed his tongue against the nipple again and again, 
washing it into erection, as fire blasted through Marilyn's body like 
crackling electrically. 

"Aaaaaaauuuuuuunnnnnnggggghhhhhh!" she gasped in ecstasy. 

Her hands went to his blonde head and she pushed, her fingers moving through 
his yellow, sweaty hair tugging and pulling, trying to yank his mouth from 
her breast. 

Harry was enjoying himself, and he began sucking harder, pulling on the 
nipple with his lips, his throat working, working, his fingers digging into 
the white flesh of her mammary, squeezing it, shaping it into a cone. 
Marilyn writhed under him, feeling her belly shudder with fear as he moved 
against her. His body was between her thighs, now, and all that separated 
him from her vagina were the panties she was wearing, as well as the bunched 
skirt around her hips. His cock was pressing into the mattress where she was 
unable to feel it, and Marilyn was glad of that much. 

"My God! Don't do this!" she gasped, her voice unable to scream she was so 
frightened by all that had happened. 

"Ahhh shut up!" he snapped. "You're gonna love it, really love it," he 
assured her. Raising his head, he smiled into her face, saying, "Stop 
worrying, honey. You can see I really know how to suck a nipple. Hell! All 
the girls I know admit I'm the greatest when it comes to chewing on tits. 
Stop fighting me and let me rub the other one for awhile. I intend to go on 
suckin' this one." 

His lips clamped on her breast again, his chin digging sharply into the 
valley between her mammarial flesh, pressing down and hurting her. Marilyn 
gasped, her mind screeching for him to stop as she struggled, pulling his 
hair so hard she thought surely she would pull out some strands. His hand 
moved up to her other breast and squeezed it sharply, pulling on the nipple 
with his fingers while his tongue continued washing the other nipple again 
and again. Soon both nubbins were fully grown, and it was impossible to 
determine which was longer. 

Harry gripped her nipple between the edges of his teeth, then he gently 
ground them together until she was gasping with pain. Marilyn choked out her 
anguish and pulled his wavy hair even harder, trying to yank his head away. 

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" she begged. 

"Uuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmm! Sllluuuuuurrrrrrrrrppppppppppp!" was his only reply. 

He pulled the nipple with his lips again and again, and though Marilyn 
continued fighting him, determined not to allow herself to be swallowed up 
by this evil, she felt fire continuing to flare through her heated loins. 

His lips moved down very suddenly, his tongue slavering against her flat 
belly. He was trying to find her navel, but he was stopped by her bunched-up 
skirt. He lifted his head, wiping his mouth on his arm, then put his face 
against her belly again. Marilyn felt the soft hairs of his beard that he 
had neglected to shave. 

"Get this stinkin' thing off, already," he roared. 

"No!" Marilyn snapped, and she slapped his face, hard. 

Harry was stunned for a moment, and that moment was taken advantage of by 
the harried teacher as she moved out from beneath him and headed for the 
door. Harry leaped after her and caught her with a flying tackle before she 
reached the doorway. She went tumbling to the floor, and Harry, not one to 
waste time, found the zipper to her skirt, yanked it down, and then tugged 
it off. He grabbed her panties, and when she wouldn't lift her buttocks 
again, he simply tore them from her body. 

Marilyn rolled away from him gaining her feet again, staring at the thick 
penis waggling between his thighs as he jumped up after her. The heavy organ 
was wetter than ever, and the minaret-like head was a brighter red than 
ever. He pulled her to the floor again, and she kicked out, catching him in 
the face. This time she reached the bed and used it to help herself up. By 
this time, Harry was up and on her, throwing her on top of the mattress, 
slamming his face into her belly, licking her navel as she lay there, trying 
to fight her way free of him. He began working his mouth lower, now, his own 
beard catching for a moment in the fluff covering her vaginal mount. Now he 
was tickling her pelvis with his lips and tongue, working them lower and 
lower, coming closer to her vaginal opening. 

"Oh no!" Marilyn thought. He wants to put his mouth down there. 

In all her naive daydreams while playing with the dildo, Marilyn had never 
once thought of using her mouth anywhere but to kiss her husband on his 
mouth, and it had never occurred to her that a man would want to do anything 
with his mouth other than kiss a woman's lips. Now she realized Harry wanted 
to kiss her lips, all right, but not her oral lips. This was the most vile, 
the most obscene, the most horrible thing, yet. She kicked and struck down 
with her fists against his head, but Harry brushed her hands away as if he 
was swiping at mosquitoes. 

His hot tongue was slurping across her mound now, moving lower, cutting 
through her pelvic patch of hair and reaching for her wetly spreading vulva. 
Marilyn continued to struggle thinking she might squeeze his brains a little 
by pressing her knees against the side of his head. Harry struck her knees 
down and suddenly reversed his body with' his face still buried between her 
slender white" thighs, his hard cock pressing down between her rounded 
breasts. Then he began backing up, keeping his weight almost on her so she 
was unable to struggle and slide out beneath him. Marilyn suddenly realized 
she was staring straight up into the flat cheeks of her hairy buttocks. She 
felt disgusted, feeling his penis drag itself between her breasts, and she 
gagged, turning her head. 

"Don't..." she gasped. "Oh for heavens' sake, don't do this..." 

"Shut the hell up," Harry Marlowe gasped. "Since when are you too damned 
good to have your pussy lapped." 

"You stop this," she panted. "This is disgusting and terrible. Get off me!" 

"Hell, if you ain't had your cunt tongued, it's about time you learned what 
it was all about," Harry snapped. "And when you get hot enough, you can 
start suckin' on my cock." 

"That's the most disgusting thing I've ever heard," Marilyn cried out. "Get 
off me ... uuuuuunnnnnnhhhhh ... " 

This last grunt occurred as Harry lowered his head between her thighs again, 
his nose pressing into the wet, pink crack of her sodden vagina, literally 
prying the labia apart, making room for his tongue, letting it slide past 
her outer lips, between her inner lips, sinking deeper and deeper, 
thrusting, stabbing licking against all her vaginal walls as it probed 
farther and farther into her. 

"Ooooohhhhhhhhh ... mmmmmmmmmm hhhhhhhuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhh!" She 
gasped. 

His tongue sank deeper and deeper into the wetly slick depths, working its 
way happily around inside, tasting her essences, trying to reach to the very 
entrance of her womb. His hands forced her thighs to spread even farther 
apart, and then his thumbs tugged her labia apart, holding the 
hair-surrounded slash wide open. Marilyn, without realizing it, drew her 
knees up, forcing herself to spread her thighs even wider, not knowing how 
much her body was thrilling to what the boy was doing to her. The entire 
length of his tongue was working around in there, slurping against each wall 
in turn. She swore she was able to feel his lips, as well. Lord! She was 
actually feeling his teeth and his lips inside her, and his tongue sank so 
far into her, she almost didn't notice the length of his penis banging 
against the side of her face. 

The moment she became aware of the penis, and the heat it generated, Marilyn 
knew she would have to fight harder than ever to keep this terrible thing 
from overwhelming her. It was bad enough to be forced into this, but to be 
made to want it was even worse. She doubted very much if she would be able 
to live with herself if she willingly went along with any of this. 

Harry Marlowe sank his tongue even deeper into her wide-open pussy, twisting 
his lips this way and that so they were kissing her inner labia. He dredged 
out great amounts of her inner fluid, drinking the oils, slurping them down. 
Then he tugged his tongue from her interior and pursed his lips around her 
clitoris, pulling on it, sucking it, slurping it deeper and deeper until he 
was actually nibbling on it with his teeth. 

"Ooooohhhhhhhhhh ... mmmmmmmmmmgggggaaaaaaannnnnnnngggggghhhhhhh . Marilyn 
gasped, feeling the strong pressure of his teeth on her sensitive clitoris. 

"Uuurrrrrggggglllllmmmmmphhhhh!" Harry responded. 

"Stop ... stop ... stop..." she screamed. "No more ... I can't stand it. . . 
" 

Lifting his head from between her slender thighs, his chin and face soaked 
with her wet oils, he looked back at her, and said, "Teach, either you start 
sucking my cock right now, or I swear I'll bite your clit off." 

A terrified Marilyn realized she was clutching the penis of the over-sexed 
boy, tugging it to the side, trying to keep it out of her face. Now her eyes 
focused on it, her hand feeling the wetness oozing from the thick head as it 
smeared her palm. She had often tucked Ralph's penis into her, but this was 
the first time she was actually holding one for any length of time. This 
close, she was able to study the coronal rim and the continuous oily tears 
that kept on leaking out. Suck on it? Was he insane? 

"Never!" she finally gasped, trying to pull it farther away from her face. 

"Dammit!" Harry snapped in a hoarse voice. "You're no fuckin' better than I 
am. If I can lick your pussy, you can suck my cock. Now damn you, start 
suckin', or like I said, I'll bite this clit right off you." 

Marilyn was so confused, at first she didn't understand what it was he was 
threatening to do. When his words finally impressed themselves on her brain, 
she began to realize the terrible thing he was threatening. Her stomach 
churned as she stared at the massive organ gripped in her fist. She saw the 
way it was twitching, as if trying to force itself toward her mouth. She 
also saw the way his buttocks squeezed tightly shut around his ass-hole as 
he made the throbbing prick leap again and again. He tugged her cunt lips 
farther apart, using his teeth on her clitoris to let her know just how easy 
it would be for him to snip it off, and Marilyn quivered with more fear than 
ever. He pulled, applying the pressure of the edges of his teeth, then he 
took his mouth from her clitoris, saying, "This is your last chance, teach. 
Either you start sucking, or I start biting hard." 

He slid his body back, trying to rub his groin into her face, the tip of his 
penis now slid over her lips, depositing a line of oil there, as well. His 
heavy ass-cheeks sank lower and she stared at it, shuddering. Thank God the 
boy had washed himself before coming over. The only smell, other than soap, 
was the strong muskiness coming from his groin. Marilyn shut her eyes 
tightly, quivering, her nostrils twitching and distending, inhaling more and 
more of the strong scent of his testicles. There was some new perspiration 
there, and it was effluviently evident. His rear lowered itself until he was 
actually pressing his buttocks into her face, sitting on it, and his anal 
opening was rubbing itself between her eyes. His heavy balls were pressing 
into the bridge of her nose, a testicle sagging down on either side as he 
lowered his weight even more, and the length of his prick was stretched from 
her nostrils across her lips, cutting off her air supply. 

"Uuuunnnnnnggggghhhhh ... plllllleeeeeeaaaaase..." she gasped, trying to 
twist away. His knees were now tightly gripping her temples, holding her 
prisoner, keeping her from moving. 

"Suck!" Harry Marlowe insisted. 

The teacher was sobbing again, tears running from her eyes to her temples, 
and she sniffled, her trapped arm reaching up to grip the throbbing cock as 
Harry lifted his buttocks again. His testicles now hung low against her 
nose, her eyes temporarily out of focus as she tried peering past the 
dangling sac at the knobby shape of the immensely thick cock. She was still 
trying to focus on the throbbing organ, trying to see what all of it looked 
like this close up. She had never looked at her husband's this way, and a 
morbid curiosity was inside her. Lord! There was so much whitish-blonde hair 
all over his balls, as well as on his pelvis. There was even hair at the 
base of his scrotum, leading into the crack of his ass. 

"Suck!" Harry commanded, his face hovering over her wet cunt, breathing on 
it, making Marilyn realize the feeling of his breath on her clitoris was 
extremely pleasurable, as the pressure of his tongue had been. It was wrong, 
of that there was no doubt, but it was so good. No, no, she had to cancel 
that thought from her mind. There had to be some way out of all this. 

She looked at the heavy penis again, and for the first time realized it was 
not perfectly straight as she had thought. It had an upward curve to it. 
Underneath, she saw the heavy tube running through it, twitching each time 
he tightened the muscles of his ass, looking very much like a pulsing vein. 
It stood out, pushing the outer layer of flesh, making that small bit of 
skin look whiter than the rest of the pink shaft. She also noticed that 
though the corona flanged widely, as the penis moved toward the base, it 
became broader and broader. At the moment, the tip of the penis was farther 
from her than the base, because of the way she held it. She noted that 
unlike her husband, Harry was not circumcised, and there was a collar of 
skin known as foreskin clinging to the fully extended red glans. Each time 
he flexed his penis the head seemed to move out of the foreskin for a 
moment, then slide back in. 

He brought his crotch that much lower against her lovely face now, his heavy 
cock and testicles riding back and forth until his scrotum rested against 
her eyes for a moment, blinding her. Then he raised his buttocks into the 
air so that the tip of the long, red penis began beating against her lips. 

"Come on, come on," Harry throatily growled. "Get that mouth working. Hell! 
If all those broads in the triple-X movies can swallow a whole cock, there's 
no reason you can't." 

"I've never done anything like this before," Marilyn gasped, trying to turn 
her head to keep the penile point from probing between her lips. 

"Hell, if you can teach, you can also learn. Start learnin' real quick how 
to suck cock or you'll be sorry." 

"I'm not used to anything like this." 

"You'll get used to it," Harry insisted. "Now start sucking or I'll ram the 
cock down your throat and choke you with it." 

The throbbing penile point was pressing against her lips again, and Marilyn, 
still crying, shamefully parted those lips. The first taste was strong and 
acrid and very salty. She shuddered as it touched the tip of her tongue. The 
acridity quickly vanished as the penis moved between her teeth, flattening 
her tongue, scrubbing her palate, pushing right to her throat as her narrow 
mouth was forced to open all the wider to contain the throbbing thickness. 
Staring at it, Marilyn realized that with the head pressing against the 
entrance to her gullet, only two-thirds of it was in her mouth. The 
thickness forced her jaws to open all the more widely, hurting them. 

"Ooooooh! Shit! Yeeeaaahhh!" Harry gasped. "That feels real nice, teach. Who 
says a teacher can't be taught." 

Harry lowered his hungry mouth to her wide-open vagina again as he continued 
lifting and lowering his ass, working his penis back and forth between 
Marilyn's unwilling lips. His tongue pushed itself past the entrance of her 
vagina with his arms wrapped firmly around her rubbery buttocks, his hands 
reaching under her and spreading the cheeks of her ass wide apart. This 
opened her cunt lips all the more, letting the thickness of his tongue fit 
into the vaginal groove a little easier. He slurped and pulled lubricant 
from her interior, digging his tongue deeper into the rich pinkness of her 
slit, plastering his lips tightly against the vaginal opening as his 
lathered tongue continued working deeper and deeper. Marilyn was sobbing, 
crying inside, feeling the wickedness of what he was doing. She would have 
cried aloud, but that was impossible with the thickness of his penis 
clogging her mouth, throbbing strongly as the tube in the underside pulsated 
and the head expanded each time he flexed the thick organ, beating strongly 
as if there were a heart inside that organ. Blood was continuing to keep 
that penis stiffer than ever, and Marilyn unwillingly felt her own clitoris 
swelling and stiffening as every part of her body began throbbing with 
feelings her husband had never taken the time to build in her. Her vulva 
lips swelled and puffed out even more, and even her nipples were throbbing. 
She let her hands fall to her sides, determined not to use them to hold onto 
Harry's body, insistently refusing to accept what was happening to her. This 
was completely wrong. She felt her nipples swelling so thickly, the tops of 
Harry's thighs were rubbing them, massaging them, tantalizing them even 
more. Each time her nipples felt the rubbing pressure of Harry's flesh, his 
tongue licked across her vagina, as well, and she felt the thick head of his 
throbbing cock once again press against her throat in an effort to penetrate 
her gullet. She was gagging and choking, but Harry paid no attention 
whatsoever. He was enjoying himself to the utmost and wouldn't let a little 
thing like a strangling teach interrupt his pleasure. 

Heaven help her! The penis was so massive, so thick, and it continued 
rubbing in and out of her mouth. Without her willing them to do so, her lips 
were shaping themselves to its tubular breadth as the organ was washed again 
and again in her saliva. Without meaning to, she was starting to suck. 
Though it was not quite the horribly disgusting thing she had imagined, it 
was still wrong, and 

Marilyn was trying to close her mind to it. Had she permitted herself to 
think, she was afraid she might consider what she was doing as something 
very natural ... almost as natural as feeling something like this stabbing 
into her heated cunt. 

"No! No! No!" she garbled, but she was the only one who heard herself. She 
must not allow herself to enjoy anything as debasing as this. The boy had 
forced her upstairs, had all but torn her clothing off, was performing one 
of the vilest acts on her vagina with his mouth, and was even more terrible 
in forcing her to suck his penis. Imagine! She was actually sucking his 
mastodonic penis. This was so utterly absurd, that even as her mouth 
continued working around the throbbing organ, she was unable to believe all 
this was happening. 

Marilyn wanted to scream for help. She wanted to cry out and hope that 
someone outside might hear her and call the police. Unfortunately, she was 
unable to cry. Her words were jammed back down her throat by the blonde 
football player's penis as Harry continued pounding his hips up and down, 
trying to slam his throbbing cock into the depths of her virginal throat. At 
the same time his tongue was alternating between massaging her clitoris and 
probing into her vaginal depths, as his belly now pressed against her 
nipples and his thighs surrounded her head, clamping it tightly. 

Marilyn unwillingly found herself continuing to suck, and she realized the 
only way out of this nightmare was to make the boy come, and so she sucked 
all the more strongly. She raised a hand and clamped it against his 
buttocks, and soon she raised the other hand, as well. She bobbed her head 
up and down, telling herself she was doing this because she wanted to make 
all this end, and not because she was in any way enjoying it. Her fingers 
gripped his buttocks tightly, and her nails dug into the flesh of the 
man-like boy's ass. She was sucking solidly, though she was unable to pull 
more of his cock into her mouth. Harry kept trying to force more of his 
prick in, thrilling to the feel of his ass being torn by her fingernails. He 
snorted air through his nostrils like an overheated bull, pressing his face 
even more deeply between her wetly dripping vaginal lips, his mouth too busy 
to allow him to victoriously smile. He had her, he really had her. She was 
sucking of her own volition, and that was what was important. Even if she 
wasn't taking more of his cock between her hungry jaws, what she was taking 
was being built to a high peak, and he knew it wouldn't be much longer 
before he'd be filling her throat with his milky seed. This was really 
something; being sucked off by Mrs. Kalian, the one untouchable female 
teacher in the school. He, Harry Marlowe, had gotten to her. 

He slammed his ass down a little harder, but her throat was tightly 
constricted and his cock was unable to penetrate. Harry put it down to his 
thickness, smiling at himself, if unable to do so in reality. He was in as 
far as he was going ... this time. This time! There would be other times, 
lots of other times. Every time this bitch tutored him he'd use her after 
the lesson was over, and he knew she wouldn't be able to stop tutoring him 
because the principal had told him she was doing it to help benefit the 
school. That was good, because he needed to play on that. She was really 
sucking away, now, pulling with her lips, licking with her tongue, working 
her mouth around the head on each upstroke and wetting the full length of 
his penis ... well almost the full length of it on each downstroke. Her 
nails were tearing the flesh on his buttocks, and he thrust his penis into 
her mouth repeatedly, moving it like a rapid-fire machine gun. Even more 
important than her sucking was the movement of her belly, as she heaved her 
cunt against his hungry mouth. He sucked all the more strongly, knowing she 
was feeling what he was doing to her. 

Marilyn felt it, all right. She felt it strongly, and she was fighting to 
keep from feeling more. Her mind was trying to force the sensations from her 
body, but with little success. She thought of school and all the unpleasant 
things that went on there in an effort to shut her brain out to what was 
happening, but her body continued reacting. She was shouting a lot of 
garbled, unclear sounds, hoping to make him stop, but to Harry Marlowe it 
was merely a signal for him to continue sucking even harder. 

Lifting his face from her cunt, Marlowe gasped, "Yeah, teach, I'm getting 
the message. You want a nice climax. Well you keep sucking my cock and I'll 
give it to you, lady. I'll fuck your cunt with my tongue and fuck your mouth 
with my cock ... this time." 

Marilyn wasn't listening to what he was saying. She suddenly realized that 
for a brief span of time his face had pulled itself away from her vagina, 
and her mind was supposed to be grateful. Perhaps it was, but her body 
certainly wasn't. Her vagina missed the heavy pressure of his licking 
tongue, and she wanted to feel it again and again. 

When his face dove back into her vagina again, his hands clutched the 
rounded cheeks of her buttocks all the more tightly, and his forefinger dug 
between her cheeks, seeking, and finally finding the little hole that was 
her anus. He pressed with the tip of his forefinger, and Marilyn, suddenly 
aware of the new sensation, tried wriggling her ass away from the finger. 
Her buttocks rose and her cunt slammed all the more strongly into his face 
as his finger finally parted the ring of her sphincter and pushed its way 
through. He pushed until the first joint was inside, and Marilyn writhed, 
feeling a sharp pain to distract her from the pleasure his mouth had been 
building in her vagina. She snorted through her nostrils, the cock not 
letting her breathe through her mouth, and as the finger probed deeper, she 
sucked all the more strongly on the penis, feeling his tongue wash her 
vaginal walls. He was licking all the more quickly, rubbing his tongue 
against her clitoris, then pressing it into her tight pussy, and she felt 
herself building higher than she had ever built before. She was going to 
have a climax, and though this was all against her will, she knew it would 
be stronger than anything she'd ever had before. Her lips pulled on the 
penis in her mouth as her head bobbed all the more quickly. She sucked and 
sucked and sucked, and he trembled, his lips pulling on her shuddering 
clitoris, making Marilyn realize the climax was almost ready to totally 
overwhelm her. She slammed her pussy against his face each time her lips 
tugged on his penis, sucking harder and harder against the cork of his cock. 

The finger in her rectum stabbed deeper, probing and circling, widening her 
rectal opening as his tongue slurped into her tight. 

Aaaaaauuuuuugggggghhhhhhhh! HHHHaaaannnngggghhhh! UUUnnnggghhh! She was 
unable to control herself. She wasn't able to hold back. How much more was a 
woman supposed to be able to stand? Any more and she'd scream at the top of 
her lungs. 

Lava burst through her trembling, shuddering body as she came, and came 
again, exploding with uncontrolled fierceness the like of which she had 
never before experienced. 

"AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHH HHLLLLLUUUUUMMMMMPHHHHHH!" she gasped and gagged with 
the head of the thick penis pressing against her throat, responding again 
and again to the stronger, wonderful thrills surging through her, reaching 
into her from the tip of his thrusting tongue and the solid finger driving 
in and out of her shuddering rectum. The finger twirled and spun and turned 
and twisted, and Marilyn wondered how much more of this sensation she would 
be able to withstand before coming apart at the joints. Though it was one 
evil feeling that had started all this, she began to know the sensations she 
had longed for. Her mind continued to remain closed simply because this was 
not the way she had wanted it to happen, but her body was responding 
repeatedly, jerking and twisting and wriggling up and down. Why in the name 
of heaven wasn't her husband capable of bringing her a sensation such as 
this one? 

Harry's sucking lips eased away and his tongue slid back into his mouth as 
he came up for air, his face almost blue as he panted and gasped. Marilyn 
realized her vaginal walls were reaching out, trying to grasp his escaping 
tongue. Her body felt as if it was willingly turning inside-out as fire 
continued to endlessly course through her. Her spurting oils flooded her 
thighs and drenched the mattress. He raised himself on stiff arms, hands 
flat against the bedcovers, his groin slamming his rock hard cock into the 
depths of her throa,t, his balls pressing against her flared nostrils, 
cutting off her air. He held himself deathly still, but every muscle, every 
nerve-ending in his entire body was quivering, and Marilyn, knowing she 
would suffocate unless he pinnacled, sucked harder and harder. 

"HHHHAAAANNNNGGGGHHHH! IIIIIMMMMM ... CCCCOMMMMIIIINNNNGGG GUUUUGGGGHHHH ... 
EEEEYYYYAAAAGGGGHHHHAAARRRGGGHHH!" 

Marilyn's teeth dug lightly into the swollen lance of his stiffened penis, 
knowing the man was about to come. He was going to spurt his semen down her 
throat. She stiffened, the waiting becoming unbearable, the tension 
unbelievable. 

Harry Marlowe let loose, exploding vehemently, the semen shooting into her 
throat and straight down into her belly without letting her taste it. He 
thrust again, fucking as his balls continued pumping the fluid into his 
cock, and then into her throat. She choked against his copious spendings, 
trying to pull free, but his thighs had her cheeks in a tight grip as he 
continued spurting again and again. 

When it was over, Harry collapsed on top of her, opening his thighs as his 
limp penis finally fell from her semen-soaked mouth. Marilyn lay there, 
gasping, refusing to accept this orgasm as the enjoyable climax she had been 
seeking, if only because she felt so much anger against this boy. Somehow 
she managed to slide out from beneath him and dress rapidly as he lay 
quietly on her bed, exhausted. Leaving the room, she closed the door behind 
her as her doorbell rang. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

It had been a violent, traumatic experience, but Marilyn knew she would do 
nothing about it. Calling the police would serve no purpose at this time. 
True, Harry Marlowe ought not to be allowed to get away with what he had 
done, but Marilyn felt certain she had a better way of ruining him. If the 
boy intended depending on her to pass English this year, he was going to be 
stuck in high school at least one more year, and should he attempt this 
again, she would keep him in high school forever. 

She'd had to put on a fresh pair of panties since Harry had ruined her last 
pair, but luckily her blouse and skirt were polyester, and wrinkle-proof. 
She managed to slip her sandals on again, and went downstairs to the 
insistent ringing of the doorbell. 

Eddie Johnson was standing outside her door. He had the kind of dark-blonde 
hair her last imaginary lover had possessed, with an almost square face, and 
a nose twice as twisted as that of Harry Marlowe. Eddie had dark-green, 
eyes, closely set together, a crooked mouth that kept him from being 
good-looking in any way, and an exceptionally weak chin. Everyone in school, 
including the teachers, knew Harry Marlowe was Eddie Johnson's idol. Eddie 
tried in every way to be a carbon copy of Harry, which no one was able to 
understand. Harry came from a middle-class family, while Eddie came from a 
wealthy family. His father was a corporation lawyer, and was well-known 
throughout the entire area. Though Eddie went in for football like Harry, it 
was also well-known that should his football career fall through, there was 
always a place for him in his father's law firm. Unfortunately, Eddie 
Johnson's grasp of the English language was rudimentary. His grasp of any 
kind of law language was impossible. 

Eddie's father being both, wealthy, and a lawyer, had saved the boy from 
jail more than once. What Marilyn and no one else knew was, Eddie Johnson 
was the local rapist. He was as tall as Harry Marlowe, and he was as strong, 
though it would have never occurred to him to challenge Marlowe's authority. 
However, when off on his own Eddie went to the other side of town, the poor 
section, and there, usually jumped on some girl not more than thirteen or 
fourteen, who was not only too weak to fight back, but too scared to scream. 
One thing about Eddie Johnson was his lack of prejudice. He raped them 
white, black, brown or yellow. Skin color didn't mean a thing to him. It was 
fun popping all those little cherries, screwing cunts that were so tight. 

like all rapists, Eddie's big thrill was not the sex act itself, but the 
humiliation of the female he was attacking. He was a brutal boy when with a 
girl unable to defend herself, and on two occasions when he had been picked 
up by the local police for questioning, his father's influence was the only 
thing that kept him out of a lineup where he would have certainly been 
identified. True, Eddie enjoyed sex. He was also convinced, and rightly so, 
that no woman would want anything to do with him, willingly. He was ugly, 
but his ugliness stemmed from within himself rather than on his face. Boys 
with uglier faces got along well with girls because they were basically 
decent. Eddie Johnson's mind was more twisted than his nose. In later years 
he would end up in a mental institution. 

Now, as Marilyn opened the door and let the boy in, she looked in his eye 
but saw nothing of the glint that had been in Harry Marlowe's. Eddie 
Johnson's eyes always had a dull, glazed look in them. It was as if there 
was a perpetual fog covering his brain, and it never lifted, not even when 
he was sexually attacking a female. 

At this moment, Marilyn, like everyone other than Eddie's father, was 
totally unaware of the boy's penchant for rape. Eddie, who, a week earlier, 
had raped his first sixteen-year-old, looked at Marilyn Kalian and wondered 
if he might possibly get away with screwing her. It never once entered his 
demented mind to attempt seducing her. Oddly, because he was such a gnarled 
mental individual, he was correct in his assessment of the fact that no 
woman wanted anything to do with him, sexually. 

"Hey, where's Harry?" he asked, walking in and looking around. "I know he 
came here before me. The only reason I agreed to come here was 'cause Harry 
came here, first." 

"Harry's upstairs, resting," Marilyn told him in as stern a voice as 
possible. "The studying seems to have taken a little too much out of him." 

"Yeah. I can understand that," Eddie nodded. "Hey, maybe I oughtta go see 
him for a minute, huh." 

"Did you come here to learn, or to see Harry?" Marilyn asked acidly, knowing 
all Eddie Johnson understood was dominance. 

"Aw come on, I just wanna talk to Harry for a moment." 

"You can talk to him when he comes downstairs. Besides, he might be in the 
bathroom. You wouldn't want to bother him in there, would you?" 

"Naw, I guess not. Say, I gotta take a leak, myself." 

"Then use the bathroom downstairs, right off the kitchen." 

"Hey yeah, I'll do that," Eddie nodded. After all, if Harry had to use a 
John, he had to do the same thing. 

Three minutes later, Eddie Johnson was back. 

"Hey," he asked, "whose soda is that?" he pointed to a glass on her coffee 
table. 

"I poured it for Harry, but he wasn't in the mood. You can have it if you 
wish." 

Harry's soda? Sure thing! It made Eddie Johnson feel bigger than ever to 
know he was getting something meant for Harry Marlowe. 

Picking up the glass, he hastily drank the soda, and Marilyn, looking at 
him, watched his adam's apple bob as he downed the drink. There was 
something so totally overwhelmingly disgusting about Eddie Johnson. He 
didn't smell bad. Because Harry Marlowe showered after football practice, 
Eddie did the same thing. Yet there was something so completely unclean 
about the boy. Marilyn inwardly wrinkled her nose, hating to be near him. 
Yet she had volunteered for this, or to be more accurate she had agreed to 
do it, and she would go through with it. 

The two sat on the living room sofa, and Marilyn started to teach. It took 
almost no time for her to see nothing she was explaining was getting through 
to Eddie Johnson. His mind was so unfriendly. It wandered everywhere, 
refusing to concentrate on anything. Though Marilyn considered herself a 
Liberal, and was against things like Hitler's plans for a perfect human race 
by the wiping out of unfit people, when looking at Eddie Johnson she 
sometimes wondered whether it might not be such a bad idea, after all. Here 
was a boy who was growing to manhood who really was unfit to associate with 
pigs, much less human beings. 

For the next fifty minutes she attempted to teach the boy, and for the same 
amount of time met with constant emptiness. His mind was a total vacuum, 
incapable of picking up anything it chose not to. 

"Hey, teach!" a voice yelled from upstairs. "I'm thirsty. How's about 
bringing me up some soda." 

"Hey, Harry," Eddie yelled up. "is that you." 

"Yeah, moron. Who else." 

Though Harry disliked Eddie Johnson almost as much as anyone else, he was 
unable to shake the boy, and continued calling him all kinds of unsavory 
names in the hope the boy would one day take the hint and go drown himself. 
Harry Marlowe was one of those rare human beings who didn't give a damn 
whether anyone idolized him, or not. As far as he was concerned, the entire 
human race ought to go fuck itself, while paying him good money. 

Eddie spied the other glass of soda, the one Marilyn had brought for herself 
but hadn't touched, and grabbing it, headed for the stairs, shouting, "Hey, 
Harry, here. I got a glass of soda for you." He hurried up the steps. 
Marilyn leaped to her feet, knowing Harry would say something to Eddie. In 
fact, when Eddie reached the top of the stairs, he said to Harry, "Hey, how 
come you're naked? You gonna take a shower or something?" 

"C'mere, slimuck!" Harry snapped. 

Marilyn wanted to turn and run from the house then and there. Had Eddie 
remained upstairs a moment longer, she probably would have. But after she 
heard, "Yeah? No shit!" Eddie Johnson was hurrying downstairs. He walked 
over to the front door, shut it, then turned to face her, saying, "Well, 
teacher, here's your prize pupil, back again." 

"Sit down, Eddie," she insisted, her heart trip-hammering in her breast. 

"Sit down? Shit on that! I can't wait for some of the goodies you're gonna 
give me, just like you gave Harry." 

Immediately the cock-sure boy began pulling off his clothes. 

"Stop that!" Marilyn shouted, the first twinges of terrifying dread starting 
to make her stomach churn as she stared at the boy. 

Eddie reached for her, a confident smile on his twisted face, his foggy eyes 
undressing her as he continued pulling his clothes off. 

"C'mon, le's fuck!" he insisted. 

"How dare you!" Marilyn gasped. "Certainly that's one word I never taught 
you. How dare you use it to me. I have no intention of listening to such 
language," she said, her voice quivering. 

"Now why the hell are you bein' so unfriendly?" Eddie Johnson asked, a leer 
twisting his misshapen lips even more, letting her see the chipped teeth on 
the right side of his mouth. He tossed his shirt on the dining room sofa to 
his right while standing in the entranceway between the dining room and the 
living room. "From what Harry tells me, you weren't the least li'l bit 
unfriendly to him." 

"Eddie Johnson, the time for your lesson is over," Marilyn insisted. "If you 
don't leave this house this instant, why I'll ... I'll ... I'll. . . " she 
sputtered as he began pulling off his faded jeans. 

"Hey now, teach, calm down," he said, trying to imitate Harry. He walked 
over to her trembling form and threw a heavy arm around her shoulders, 
intent on leading her toward the living room sofa. "If you ain't nice to me, 
I'll go runnin' outside screamin' for help, tellin' everyone how you tried 
molestin' me. You know, my dad's a lawyer, and you know what he can do to 
you. He'd just love to be able to prove that his kid is always being picked 
on." 

"Oh my God!" Marilyn gasped, moaning softly as she realized this ugly, 
grotesque, misshappen boy, misshapen inwardly as well as out, was about to 
take advantage of the hold he had on her, all because of the sick Harry 
Marlowe. She wanted to die then and there. Anything was better than 
submitting to this grotesque imitation of a monster. He had struck a nerve, 
and from the look in his befogged eyes, it was obvious he knew it. She was 
being made to pay a second time that day, simply because she enjoyed having 
little fantasies while presumably alone. First that horrible Harry Marlowe, 
and now this even worse boy. 

"Eddie, don't do this," she said. "You know I'm going to fight you, and 
tomorrow I'll report you to the dean of boys." 

"You ain't reportin' me to no one," he laughed. "What's more, I think I 
ought make you beg me to fuck you before I go ahead and do it. You know, I 
ain't never had a woman beg me to do that, yet. It might be fun." 

He lewdly grinned at her, then deliberately tugged off his underpants, 
leaving his shoes and socks and undershirt on. He stood nakedly defiant 
before her, at least from the waist down. 

His penis was neither as long or as thick as that of her husband, much less 
that of Harry Marlowe. It was long enough and certainly thick enough so that 
the boy had nothing to be ashamed of, but for the first time Marilyn 
realized that men's penises came in a complete variety of sizes. There was 
probably one much larger than that of Harry Marlowe, just as there was 
probably one considerably smaller than that of Eddie Johnson. 

The lovely teacher was almost tempted to laugh at the bitter and terrible 
irony of her situation. She had always wanted strong, virile lovers, and now 
here was the second one in the same day. She was trapped by a leering, 
half-witted boy, and instead of teaching him grammar, she was letting 
herself be taught-to fuck. 

As if to confirm her unspoken but fearful beliefs, the boy reached out and 
cruelly pinched her nipple through her blouse and brassiere. The terrified 
English teacher listened as the boy cruelly snickered with undisguised 
rapture. Her fears continued mounting as she stared at his twisted, ugly 
face, his distorted features contorted even more into an obscene picture of 
hungry licentiousness. She wondered if it would do her any good to attempt 
reasoning with him, then, remembering how impossible it had been with Harry 
Marlowe, knew reasoning with something as dull-witted as Eddie Johnson was a 
complete waste of time. It was plain this was a sadistic, mean boy who would 
derive great happiness from her embarrassment. Though fighting would be 
futile, she wouldn't give herself to him without a struggle. She wanted 
nothing to do with him, and she had no intention of simply getting it over 
with as quickly as possible by surrendering herself to him. 

"Eddie, you get dressed and get out of here, right now," Marilyn insisted, 
stamping her foot. 

"Sure thing, teach," he laughed, and walking over to her, gripped her 
shoulders with his two hands, and literally lifted her up, holding her feet 
a few inches off the ground. "You and me are gonna have us a lotta fun." 

"No!" she insisted. "I won't be a toy you boys think you can play with at 
your convenience. Whatever you try I'm going to fight back. I won't let you 
do this to me." 

The boy responded with a series of derisive snorts and chuckles as he held 
her struggling body up. Marilyn stared, incredulous at the change that had 
come over the boy. He was leering excitedly at her, his legs obscenely 
spread as he slowly put her down, still gripping her shoulders. Chortling, 
he took one arm from one of her shoulders, reached down, grabbed his penis, 
and began to pull it back and forth, stroking it. He was making fun of her 
and Marilyn hated him all the more for it, realizing she was at his mercy. 
Mercy? She knew better than to expect any from this boy. He was the kind who 
pulled wings off flies, then dropped their living bodies into spider's webs. 

Marilyn gasped, trying to speak, finding herself unable to do so. Words 
caught and bunched in her clogged throat and she was barely able to breathe. 
A numbing sense of hopelessness had totally overwhelmed her as she listened 
to the filthy things the boy told her he wanted to do to her. One obscenity 
after another spilled from his lips. She stared into his face, pleading for 
some kind of mercy, but his hands were busy, undressing her. Marilyn 
struggled, but it was useless. Un-like Harry Marlowe, Eddie Johnson didn't 
care about whether he tore her clothing or not, and he ripped her blouse 
off, and when she struggled he smacked her face with one hand while holding 
her with the other. After all, if his idol, Harry Marlowe had gotten a piece 
of this teacher, there was no reason in the world for him not to get as 
much. He managed to pull down the zipper of her skirt without tearing it, 
then forced it over her hips so that it formed a pool on the floor at her 
feet. It took no time for him to tear her brassiere off, and he ripped her 
panties off, as well. His hands roughly explored her lush curves, his mind 
enjoying the fact that she was as miserable and as helpless as all the 
smaller girls he had raped. He had her right where he wanted her. There was 
nothing she'd be able to do now without the entire village finding out. 
They'd be sure to blame the older woman rather than the teenage boy. Even 
his twisted, warped mind knew that. 

Nakedly, Marilyn stood rooted to the spot, realizing this was a far more 
cruel boy than Harry Marlowe, whom she had believed to be the ultimate in 
cruelty, earlier. Struggling would only earn her more slaps, and perhaps a 
black eye which she would have to try explaining away to her husband. So she 
stood passively as Eddie's callused fingers moved more and more demandingly 
over the naked roundness of her clenched-together buttocks, then slid up to 
the heaving swells of her breasts. The boy was handling her much more 
roughly than Harry Marlowe, twisting and kneading her trembling flesh as he 
continued staring at her with unquenchable, dull-witted fascination. Then he 
tugged the useless panties around her ankles away, totally ripping the 
elastic. He told her, "I ain't gonna wait no more, teach. I gotta fuck you, 
right now." 

Marilyn shuddered and trembled as the boy's fingers, like bands of steel, 
dug firmly into her tender arm. He yanked her toward the green sofa, and at 
the last moment literally hurled her against the sofa so that she fell, 
face-down on the cushions. 

"Harry tells me he kissed your pussy, first. Well if your cunt is good 
enough for Harry's mouth, it's good enough for mine," he laughed. 

Marilyn moaned into the sofa cushions, her mind already half dazed with 
shameful humiliation and horror. Her body lay on the sofa like a deflated 
balloon, and the anxious eyes of Eddie Johnson feasted themselves on the 
sight of her naked flesh, enjoying the roundness of her buttocks and the 
fullness of her shoulders while her waist remained so small and narrow. 
Hell! He wasn't used to fucking anything this good. This was really a 
special cunt all right. He was going to enjoy it. 

For a brief moment Marilyn had the urge to turn her head and glare at the 
boy with a strong look of defiance, but she realized it would have been a 
pointless, childish act. This youngster, this high-school-brat, almost young 
enough to be a son if she'd had a son, had trapped her, and she would be 
rewarded by nothing but further humiliation if she fought back. 

Imagine! All this had come about simply because she had liked to play games 
in her mind, and she had been so absorbed with the idea of playing with 
herself, she hadn't shut her front door. Now it was all haunting her in a 
horrible way. Her own stupidity stemmed from having accepted the principal's 
offer to do tutoring, anyway. She had been perfectly content as a simple 
English teacher. Why did she have to become head of the English department? 
Was she really that wrong in wanting to advance herself and make a little 
more money so she and Ralph wouldn't have to struggle quite so hard? Why did 
this have to happen to her? It all seemed to be so ridiculous, so pointless. 

The helpless teacher lay there on her belly feeling hands coursing along the 
raised trestle that was her spine and a shuddering tremor passed through 
her. She felt so weak, so ridiculously like a helpless baby, being 
manhandled by this vile, indecent eighteen-year-old boy. 

"Hey, hey, hey, teach, lookit what I got here for you," the boy's leering 
voice called out, knifing into her thoughts. Before she was able to move, 
she felt Eddie Johnson's hand gripping her tied-back hair and yanking her 
head up a few inches off the sofa. Her eyes stared listlessly, though she 
inwardly cringed as she stared at his erect young penis wiggling in the air 
in front of her face like some primitive spear preparing for a savage attack 
she knew was about to begin. She was terrified he would try making her suck 
it, the way Harry Marlowe had done. 

"You got any idea what I'm gonna do with this li'l present?" Eddie asked, 
taunting her. "I'm gonna use it to fill that tight pussy of yours. I'm gonna 
fuck you with it, that's what I'm gonna do. Now what the hell d'you think of 
that?" 

"Please ... don't do it," she sobbed, softly. A tremulous shudder 
instinctively ran through her body at the sound of the wicked teenager 
talking to her. He was such a vile, vicious, nasty person. If something like 
him ever married, she pitied the woman whom he married. His hand tugged more 
tightly on her hair, making her cry out in pain. 

"Come on, teach," the boy pleaded, mockingly. "I ain't never had a girl tell 
me how much she wanted me to fuck her, before. I wanna hear you say it. Tell 
me how much you'd like to feel my cock pushing into your tight cunt. Tell me 
how much you want me to fuck you. Come on, teach. I wanna hear you beg for 
it." 

Marilyn trembled, feeling her stomach turn with nausea at the very idea of 
having to plead with this beastly imitation of a human being, and she 
remained silent, refusing to give in to his demand. To do as he wished would 
make her lower than the lowest thing that crawled; in other words lower than 
Eddie Johnson. She would not give this vicious boy the pleasure of hearing 
her beg for something she definitely didn't want. There had to be a line 
drawn somewhere. It was bad enough being physically forced to submit. To 
actually plead for this degradation was something she refused to do. 

"No," she gasped, almost out of breath. "Absolutely not." 

"I said, beg," Eddie Johnson insisted, and pulled her hair so hard Marilyn 
was afraid he would tug it out by the roots. "Beg!" he muttered, gritting 
his teeth together, and holding a fist near her face to let her know he 
intended punching her if she didn't come right out and plead with him. 

"All right, all right," she sobbed, tears running down her cheeks. She felt 
totally shattered by the helplessness of her position. "Go on and do it to 
me." 

"Y'call that begging?" he asked. "You beg, you plead, you really crawl, and 
say it using the kinda words I like to hear." 

"P-Please..." she gasped. "Please ... do it to me," she sobbed, feeling 
totally defeated and helpless. 

"Do what to you?" Eddie asked. "You know," she gasped. 

"But I don't know," he replied. "I wanna hear you say it. Whatcha want me 
t'do t'you, teach?" 

"Oh my God," she sobbed, and then, between clenched teeth herself, she 
gasped, "Fuck me!" 

"A little louder, teach. What was that?" 

"I said, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" 

"Yeah! Yeah!" Eddie whooped out loud. "That's what I wanna hear. Thatta' 
way, teach." 

Listening to the boy's triumphant shouts, Marilyn realized her degradation 
was now total and complete, and by the lowest thing to ever call itself a 
human being. Now that she had uttered such vilely obscene words, she doubted 
very much if she'd ever be able to stand looking at her naked self in the 
mirror, again. She had allowed herself to once again lose control of a 
situation between herself and a teenage boy, and at this moment she wished 
she were dead. She was nothing but the lowest kind of tramp, no better than 
the worst kind of slut on the street who made her living with her body. 

"Now that we both know what we both want," Eddie said, "I'm gonna stuff my 
prick into your belly, shoving it so far in you're gonna taste it in your 
throat." 

Marilyn swallowed, remembering the taste of Harry's semen. Toward the end, 
when his penis had shriveled, the few remaining drops had been deposited on 
her tongue and she had actually rolled the whitish drops around before 
swallowing them. Now that she thought about it, she was ashamed of herself 
for having so eagerly pulled the drippings into her throat, but she realized 
that at the time she hadn't had much choice. Had she spat up his semen, 
Harry Marlowe would have known it, and he might have slapped her around. 

Eddie Johnson laughed nervously from the excitement. He was thrilled, 
thinking what was about to happen. Harry had gotten something out of this 
teacher, and now he, Eddie Johnson, was going to get something out of this 
same teacher. Harry had admitted he hadn't fucked her, so Eddie would be 
having a first, fucking her cunt before Harry, who as much as admitted he 
intended fucking her another time. This was going to be one terrific lay. It 
was one thing to fuck all those spic and nigger girls, as well as some of 
those chinks, but now he was gonna plow his cock into the one teacher in the 
school no one had ever gotten to first base with. Well, no one before Harry, 
anyway. Now he was gonna do a little scoring on his own. Yeah, this was one 
swell-built teacher, and he was gonna fuck her cunt dry. Here she was, all 
naked and stretched out on her belly before him, and he was gonna take full 
advantage of the situation. 

"Don't you move 'til I get my cock alia way in," the boy commanded, 
nervously. His voice was trembling with salacity as he thought of what he 
was about to do to this older woman who was always known as the untouchable 
teacher of Baldrick High. His cock was hard and stiff and aching, like it 
had never before been in his life, and he just hoped he wouldn't pop his 
load too quickly. He let himself lie down on top of her, stretching himself 
out on her smooth, white back, his face pressed into the soft shape of her 
bunched brown hair. 

Marilyn tried cringing away from him, shivering with fear from the oncoming 
attack. She feebly tried pushing her body into the sofa cushions in the hope 
of escaping the boy, but his hands were digging under her hips, trying to 
lift her ass toward him. Her body was gripped in a steel, vise-like grip, 
and Marilyn realized it would have been physically impossible to shake free 
of this boy who exercised every day, playing football. The boy's knees were 
already slowly, relentlessly forcing her thighs to open with an urgency that 
was bruising the tender flesh of the insides of her loins. 

Gasping, she strained to keep him from parting her thighs, her face 
reddening from the effort, but it was a hopeless struggle. The boy was so 
much stronger than she. Then the breath actually surged from her lungs as 
the boy fell heavily between her suddenly limp thighs. A deep moan of utter 
despair issued from Marilyn's sighing mouth as she felt the hardened 
stiffness of the boy's throbbing phallus pressing firmly against the tender 
flesh of her inner thighs. He moved forward on the couch, now insinuating 
the full length of it along the narrow, tightly clenched crevice between her 
ass-cheeks as she began writhing and wriggling again, turning frantically 
beneath him in an effort to escape, arousing his lascivity even more with 
the pressure of her helpless struggles. As a rapist he had come to enjoy 
struggling women the most, and having the teacher struggle against him was 
the most thrilling sensation Eddie Johnson had ever enjoyed. 

"Up on your knees," he growled, his voice making her slender body tremble 
with terror. 

Instead, Marilyn stiffened her slender torso, pressing the front of her body 
firmly into the sofa. Bitter tears of self reproach and anger, mixed with 
fear were beginning to drip from her eyes into the almost-worn fabric of the 
cushions beneath, and the teacher did her best to keep from moving, hoping 
that if he saw how unwilling she was, he'd give up this awful rape of her 
helpless body. How was she to know that resistance only keyed up the boy 
that much more. 

With a loud, delighted grunt, the boy slapped the flat of his palm solidly 
against the nakedly unprotected buttocks of the strikingly lovely teacher, 
and the poor woman gasped with pain as she jerked forward. His hands gripped 
her hips more firmly now, and he pulled them quickly up off the sofa 
cushions so that she was bent over in a kneeling position. By the time 
Marilyn realized what was happening, her buttocks were waving high in the 
air like a Roman eagle. She made a hopeless attempt to throw her body down 
again, but the boy raised his hand and walloped her buttocks again and again 
until she stopped trying to fight him and stopped her resistance. 

Marilyn had known from the very beginning she would have to ultimately 
surrender. The boy had her in a position where there was no way for her to 
escape. There was nothing left now other than the horrible, humiliating 
submission to Eddie Johnson's wantonly obscene desires. Her body was 
starting to tingle, behaving again like a traitor to her mind. Her physical 
being was now nothing more than a toy for this idiot, to use as he saw fit 
in his inhuman conquest of her shuddering body, he tried proving to himself 
once more that he was just as good as his idol. This would not end until 
this boy exploded his heated liquid all the way inside her helplessly bent 
over body. It was useless for her to struggle or even care, anymore. Heaven 
help her, but her head really ached, and she felt so dizzy. 

Crouched between her widespread thighs from behind, Eddie stared at the 
luscious rounded moons of her quivering buttocks-the flesh of which was 
stretched in a vulnerable offering. The boy's face glowed heatedly with 
thrilled pride, his wide eyes no longer misty, now glistening with pride at 
this accomplishment, his groin pulsating with uncontrollable desire. Yet he 
waited. He wanted to get the ultimate enjoyment from this rape, thrilling to 
the idea he had subjugated his untouchable tutor, loving the sight of her 
kneeling body. It wouldn't be much longer before he fired a warm load of 
sperm into the oven-like depths of her hotly waiting little pussy. Yes, it 
was a little pussy. 

The boy held himself back, purposely, actually torturing himself at the 
moment in anticipation of the thrilling actuality when he would slam forward 
and stab his throbbing cock beneath the whitely round ass-cheeks that swayed 
before him, and into the center of the pouting labia, separating them even 
wider. He wanted this teacher, this woman who assumed domination over him in 
a classroom, to humble herself completely before him. He wanted to make her 
cringe with terror, knowing she was going to be fucked by the great Eddie 
Johnson. Then, when he finally did shove his cock into her, he wanted to 
make her ldve it so much, she would come. Not only that, but when he finally 
left the house, the one thing he wanted her to remember most was the fact 
that she had come with his cock in her cunt. Yeah! That would be the best 
thing for him. Because he knew he'd probably never be able to fuck her 
again. Un-like Harry Marlowe, who had grandiose plans for the teacher, Eddie 
Johnson figured he'd probably be looking for another tutor after today. What 
the hell! He wanted to fuck her so solidly, that there might come a time 
when she'd come crawling to him, begging him for his cock, and he'd turn 
away from her. He enjoyed putting people like this down even more than he 
liked orgasms. The thought charged through his body like jagged electricity. 

Yeah! He was gonna make this sexy teacher writhe and squirm and come. She'd 
like his cock plugged into her so much, every time she saw him in the future 
she'd get a twinge in her cunt, even if she wouldn't come right out and 
admit how hot she was for him. What was more, he'd be able to brag to all 
the other guys on the team who he had fucked, because Harry was upstairs and 
would be able to back him up. 

Teasing himself a moment longer, he began rubbing his slim, solid cock 
roughly around in the narrow tightness of the crevice between her buttocks, 
pressing the softly quivering ass-cheeks around it to enclose it like a 
well-fitting glove around a hand. Still uncertain just what it was this boy 
intended doing, Marilyn shuddered when he leaned forward and planted a long 
line of wet, hot tonguings along the raised ridges making up her spine. He 
was inwardly gloating as he felt her tremble underneath him. The lovely 
teacher groaned softly and the muscles of her shuddering body tensed 
nervously as she felt the wet, slithery contact of his tongue slowly, 
tauntingly down the line in the center of her lower back until he reached 
the tightly clenched cut that separated her buttocks as they waved high in 
their propped-up position above the sofa seat. 

Smiling as if he knew something, the boy dropped his hands to the rounded 
swells that were Marilyn's lovely ass-cheeks, spreading his fingers on 
either side of the softly resilient moons, and then strongly tugging 
outward, pulling on the delicate flesh in-between. 

Marilyn immediately tried tensing her buttocks tightly together, fighting 
the outward pressure the lasciviously grinning boy was continuing to exert 
with his fingers. Little by little the straining muscles of her inner thighs 
slowly began giving way to the continuing tugging. The boy's hungry mouth 
was now low and poised directly behind the thick, pink folds of luscious, 
hair-surrounded flesh that was the entryway to her vagina. His befogged eyes 
now shone with hardness and he stared, looking like he was able to see right 
through her as the soft flanges of flesh slowly parted. There was a slight 
covering of feminine dew forming and pearling on the tender inner labia, and 
leaning forward, he pressed his face into her buttocks and stabbed out with 
his tongue, lapping at the vaginal opening. 

The touch of his tongue shooting between her vaginal lips was so 
overpowering, Marilyn was paralyzed for a moment, caught completely 
off-guard. She had geared her mind to expect more cruelty, and she had been 
waiting for him to cram his hard cock into her. This pressure with his 
tongue was something so totally unexpected, she was not prepared for it. 

Leaning back a little, Eddie Johnson took a deep breath and expelled it 
softly into her open vaginal crevice. Almost as if in reply, Marilyn 
shuddered and issued a faint groan from her lips. She tried moving a little, 
but her struggles were not quite as strong as they had been, before. There 
was still a voice in her brain, reminding her this was a sick boy who was 
doing all this. She had to be careful of him. She must not allow her 
resistance to be overcome by the tingling sensations she was feeling. Even 
with the warmth flooding through her vaginal canal, she had to be on guard 
at all times. There was no telling when this sick boy might revert to type 
and try hurting her. She hoped the principal, Mr. Kuline, would get an acute 
case of gangrenous testicles. He was the reason for all this happening to 
her. 

The lovely brown-haired teacher struggled to quell another moan building in 
her throat as she shut her mind to the continually mounting wisps of pained 
pleasure that were beginning to ripple through her trembling belly. It was 
happening all over again. First with Harry Marlowe, and now with Eddie 
Johnson. This was ridiculous. Her muscles, which had been so keyed against 
torture some minutes earlier now began relaxing into soft submissiveness. 
Against her will she began thrilling to the gentle sensations of warmth now 
soothing her defenseless loins, and for a few moments, not seeing Eddie 
Johnson's face, she forgot just who was doing this to her-and why. A long, 
low sigh escaped from her lips as she felt another rush of warm, moist air 
float from the boy's mouth over the crevice between her open mounds of 
gluteal flesh and into her vaginal opening. 

The tension in the room was almost electric, and Eddie Johnson was now 
smiling with wanton lust, knowing he had control over this lovely teacher. 
He heard the sighs coming from her, and to him they were sounds of 
surrender. Yeah, he had this teacher, this older woman kneeling before him 
on the sofa, and he was gonna make her do anything he wanted. 

Eddie pressed his face forward again, pushing his wide-open mouth solidly 
against the seeping wetness of Marilyn's nakedly exposed vaginal opening. 
Marilyn gasped and began fitfully squirming, but her sounds were now 
swallowed up by the sofa cushion as she pressed her mouth solidly against 
it. She began jerking forward each time he teased her by touching the lips 
of her cunt with his tongue. He gripped her hips and pulled her buttocks 
solidly back against his face. Her vaginal passage began to expand and 
contract, clenching tightly around the smooth, length of the tongue that was 
pressing into her. Her breath exploded into the sofa cushions in small, 
tight, quick gasps that muffled themselves into mewling grunts as the 
teenage boy curled and flicked his tongue into her again and again, sinking 
it into her helpless pussy, at the same time also sucking and licking at the 
split between her buttocks that swayed almost out of control against his 
face. 

As far as Eddie was concerned, anything Harry was able to do, he'd be able 
to do better. He was going to prove it, too. He worked his mouth hungrily 
against the widespread tightness of his tutor's seething pussy, using his 
tongue to thrust into her, stabbing, withdrawing, plunging between her wet 
thighs again and again, making licentiously sloppy, noisy sounds each time 
the tongue moved in and out of her. The helplessly kneeling teacher's moans 
were getting louder, and they were lengthening, turning into one long, 
continuous moan as his tongue leaped forward and finally located her 
pulsating clitoris. He began lapping wildly at it, licking and sucking and 
savagely pulling on it with his lips. He pushed his face deeper into the 
wetly warm crevice as his mouth continued mercilessly lapping at it. He was 
taunting it now, nibbling it with the sharp edges of his teeth while 
Marilyn, trying to close her mind to it all, continued to helplessly writhe 
and wriggle, churning her buttocks above his tongue in an obscene and 
uncontrolled dance of salacious desire. 

"Huuuunnnhhhh ... uuuunnnnhhhh ... no ... no ... no..." she gasped, fighting 
it all the way, chanting in a state of near delirium, her body and mind lost 
in whirlpools of sensation that rose from the delicious sucking of her 
hungrily awakening pussy. 

Even as her mind continued resisting, insisting on not yielding to what this 
mentally defective boy was doing to her, Marilyn felt her body slipping away 
from her. Her buttocks clenched tightly together, not in resistance, but 
because of the rampant thrills charging through her trembling body. 

Inwardly, Eddie Johnson grinned with licentious and triumphant satisfaction 
as he felt the muscles of her buttocks tightening and loosening, hollowing 
and contracting around the sides of his cheeks in an exhibition of frantic 
animal lust. She was no better than he, after all. She was an animal under 
her veneer of civilized behavior, the same as he. Her vagina was flowering 
open wider and wider, her wetness continuing to increase with each moment 
his sucking mouth worked at her lewdly, widely stretched delicate labia. 
Floods from within her ran down her inner thighs in continuing little 
trickles. The same trickles ran against the boy's cheeks pressed tightly 
against the softness of her buttocks warmly surrounding and crushing his 
face, then down the labial folds of her dripping pussy, falling onto the 
sofa cushions beneath. 

Eddie knew the gorgeous tutor was ready to come. He was able to tell from 
her wildly abandoned bouncing. The continued tempo of her quivering buttocks 
and undulating loins told him it was time for him to sink his cock into the 
wonderful softness of her heated little belly so he'd be able to feel her 
pulsating vaginal walls tightly cling to his prick, squeezing and 
compressing it until they both insanely exploded. He wanted to hear her 
shouted cries of delight and ecstasy as they filled the small living room. 
All the while he would continue pumping her until he bloated her belly with 
his semen. Yeah! This would be an afternoon she would never forget as long 
as she lived. He was gonna stretch her inner cunt so wide with his cock that 
she would never be happy with any cock other than his own, ever again. The 
boy's mind filled with delusions of self-importance, and he was convinced 
he'd be able to fuck her as the woman had never been fucked before, or would 
be fucked again. 

Eddie felt his stiffened prick starting to tingle, and it was a stronger 
tingle than anything he'd ever felt when in the process of raping all those 
little girls. He was up on his knees, now, working his hips against her 
now-glistening buttocks from the rear. 

Excited beyond belief, the anxious boy was crouched over her trembling back. 
He gripped his throbbing penis tightly in his right hand. The large, 
blood-filled, crimson tip was aimed directly at her tight opening. His eyes 
were locked on her glistening skin, and he was now convinced that what she 
felt was not mere physical lust, but love for him. He allowed his eyes to 
feast on her body one more time, enjoying the way her buttocks curved softly 
down into her narrow, hornet-like waist that looked brittle enough to snap 
under the slightest pressure. On either side of his kneeling thighs the boy 
saw her long, slender loins tapering down to small, well-formed knees, and 
then blossoming out again to the fullness of her firm, shapely calves. He 
imagined those lovely calves clamped tightly around his back as he nailed 
his solid cock into her warmly sucking vaginal depths. Yeah! He was going to 
fuck her so solidly, he was going to make her beg and scream for more of 
what he had. Once he might even fuck her in the tightness of her ass ... if 
his cock managed to hold up after he fucked her into the pussy. Right now 
the most important thing was fucking her cunt. His cock, his balls, all of 
him ached as they had never ached for anything before, and he had to ram it 
into her now before it was too late and he began shooting his seething, 
boiling semen all over her soft, white ass-cheeks. God, but the sight of 
them waving as if like a banner in a breeze really got to him. 

Marilyn's mind was in a complete daze. She was against all this and didn't 
want it to happen, yet she had no choice. The boy was so much stronger than 
she. However, if this was what happened to all female tutors, it was no 
wonder they stopped tutoring, and so she decided that tomorrow, no matter 
what the consequences, she was going to see Mr. Kuline and tell him to find 
another tutor. Harry Marlowe was a disaster and a nightmare, and Eddie 
Johnson was considerably worse. She was so incapable of thought at this 
point, she no longer realized why she was kneeling in this terribly 
submissive position with a nakedly panting boy behind her. The only thing 
she knew for certain was that his tongue had stopped its lusty 
ministrations, no longer licking into her wetly steaming crevice, no longer 
causing her to leak oil down her tender thighs. She had been very close to 
having a climax, too. Now the tender flesh that had been so delightfully 
titillated by the sick boy behind her a few moments earlier felt like a 
hungry belly, wanting, needing something to fill it. Her mind insisted she 
fight the sensation. All this was wrong, but her body didn't know right from 
wrong. All it knew was, it had been titillated, and it needed something to 
bring it total satisfaction. There was only one thing she really wanted 
right now. For the first time since she was able to remember, Marilyn wanted 
to feel her husband's long, fat cock pushing into her seething depths. 
Ralph's cock, at this point, would bring her to the most rousing heights she 
had ever known, and that would include the orgasm Harry had brought on her 
with his torpedo, earlier. 

She shuddered, feeling a penis pressing against her labia, because she knew 
it wasn't Ralph's penis, and she didn't want anyone else's. Certainly she 
didn't want to be filled with the hard flesh of the sick Eddie Johnson. She 
prayed he would somehow, in some way leave her. Much as she desired 
fulfillment for her body, she also needed peace of mind, and this boy was 
giving her anything but peace of mind. 

"Oh heaven help me!" she gasped, tightly shutting her eyes when she felt 
Eddie Johnson's free hand reach forward and grip her shoulder. Slowly he 
tugged with his hand, pulling her body backward, and he was pushing his own 
hips forward, thrusting the massively swollen head of his hard cock between 
her wildly aching vaginal lips. Marilyn had never felt so shameful in her 
entire life, and she hoped she'd find some way to keep her husband from 
finding out. She had to shut her mind ... to not think about it, otherwise 
she would go totally insane from all this. The boy's working tongue had 
ignited a flaming streak inside her, and now her lovely, rounded body was 
trembling and shaking as it was about to be assaulted by the boy's rampant 
shaft of muscle. She tried keeping her buttocks steady, knowing he would 
interpret any motion on her part as having to do with the way he was 
arousing her. He was tugging her buttocks back toward him as she felt her 
narrow thighs being swept wider apart the stiffness of the rock-solid cock 
now tunneling into the depths of her wetly trembling cunt. She didn't want 
it inside her, but to resist meant being beaten and then being raped, 
anyway. The heavy penis tunneled deeper and deeper until it filled her up, 
and the swinging testicles slapped against her shuddering clitoris. The 
scrotum rubbed the tingling bud, and she shuddered, knowing she was going to 
respond against her will. A moment later, Eddie pulled his penis back, and 
then he plowed forward again, filling her with his entire length, cramming 
it into her cunt. Dear Lord! Don't let me succumb, she thought. 

Eddie Johnson gasped, pulling his lips back over his teeth in a licentious 
grin as he salaciously said, "Hey, teach, I'm all the way in your cunt, and 
you're loving it, I can tell. Now to make it good for both of us, I want you 
moving that ass of yours in time to the way I'm gonna stroke into you." 

Still kneeling behind her bent body, feeling her quiver, the boy began 
fucking in and out of her tight pussy with long, hard, lunging strokes. The 
hot and stifling air in the living room was filled with the wet, sucking 
sounds of the boy's lewd, sawing motions, and though she didn't want to do 
it, she found her body responding and bucking back against him. The boy 
buried his hard cock all the way into the tightness of her slurping cunt 
each time he hammered his prick home. Her hotly moist passage clung solidly 
to his driving lance, gripping it wantonly even though her brain insisted 
she stop reacting to what he was doing. Eddie was barely able to keep 
himself under control as he felt the lovely teacher's satiny vaginal walls 
sliding crazily around him as he pumped in and out of her, moving his penis 
back and forth. The inner muscles of her cuntwalls nibbled like tiny teeth 
at the heatedly inflamed and throbbing head of his hard phallus. Looking 
down, Eddie was able to see the rich pink of her soft inner cunt lips each 
time her vaginal interior reluctantly pulled out on the backstroke. Then the 
lips folded back in on themselves as they hungrily devoured and masticated 
his cock, once more, until the boy's dark-blonde hair tangled with the brown 
fuzz on her own pelvic mount. The lascivious sight almost drove him out of 
his skull with excitement. 

Marilyn continued to shut her mind to what was happening, determined not to 
enjoy this horrible thing happening to her. There were some women, some of 
her closest friends, in fact, who would have loved this. However, the mere 
knowledge that this was wrong was enough of a spike to keep her from really 
letting the pleasure he was trying to pump into her wash over her. 

Marilyn shut her eyes, but each time the boy slammed solidly into her, she 
grunted incoherently under the panting boy as the heatedly wet walls of her 
clasping vaginal oriel clung tightly to the throbbingly swollen spear 
chugging in and out of her panting, heaving belly. Each time he slammed 
forward, his hand on her shoulder tugged her back, and he enjoyed the thrill 
of fucking her to the utmost. Yeah, this was really something to tell the 
guys about, tomorrow. 

Abruptly Marilyn became conscious of another person in the room. Turning her 
head, looking behind her, she saw Harry Marlowe, still baby naked, walking 
in front of the dining room. He had just come down from upstairs after 
having had a small nap, and hearing the sounds below and recognizing them 
for what they were, he had to see what was happening. 

Walking over to the sofa, he showed his throbbing erection to Marilyn, 
saying, "You did it before, honey, so you know what to do, right now." 

He lifted her shoulders, sat on the sofa, and then let her head slowly down 
into his lap. With his left hand he gripped his throbbing penis, and with 
his right hand he was holding her jaws, intent on forcing them open to shove 
his cock inside. 

"No, no, no," Marilyn muttered between clenched teeth, trying unsuccessfully 
to turn her head away. The hideous enormity of what was happening to her hit 
her like a tidal wave. 

"Hey, Harry," Eddie Johnson whimpered. "Hey, I didn't know she was your 
exclusive property, man! If you want, I'll pull out, right now." 

No longer the big-shot kid, he was reduced to the uncertainty of flunky 
again, as he always was when Harry Marlowe was around. He was scared out of 
his wits, and it never occurred to him to argue with Harry, no matter what 
the lighter blonde-haired man's decision would be. 

"Whyn't you shut the hell up, Eddie," Harry insisted. "Yer still actin' like 
a baby, huh? Here you got this luscious piece of ass who's been teachin' us 
all worked up and really hot, and now, because I walk in, you're ready to 
start fallin' apart. Just keep fuckin', you dumb creep." 

"Hey, y'mean it's okay?" Eddie asked. 

"Well why the hell shouldn't it be okay?" Harry asked. "She's a nice hot 
bitch, and she's just what I need. This time we'll use her together. Hey, we 
got a whole year with this tutor. Right now the tutor is gonna toot my 
flute." 

"No, no, no," Marilyn continued insisting through clenched teeth. "I won't 
... I won't. . . " 

"Hey," Harry called out to Eddie Johnson, "just keep fuckin' and watch the 
way she sucks my cock, buddy." 

Harry gripped her hair with one hand, pulling on it, and he pressed his 
rubbery penile point against her reluctant lips. Marilyn pursed her lips 
tightly together and clenched her teeth to try and keep from letting the 
blonder boy have his way. Harry just kept pressing the point of his penis 
against her teeth, pressing, pressing, and pressing, and soon he was pushing 
her lips so hard they were being cut by her own teeth. 

More determined than ever before, Harry Marlowe twisted her hair as he 
struggled and forced his penis against her mouth. The thick rod of male 
flesh continued pushing, pressing her soft lips into her teeth until the 
pain caused the teacher to open her mouth. In less than a second, Harry was 
ramming his cock between her lips, scrubbing it between her palate and her 
tongue, forcing it against her throat. 

"A a a a a a a g g g g g g h h h h h h h ... u u u u u u u n n n 
nnnngggggghhhhhh ... uhhhnnnn-o-o-o-o-o..." she gagged and gasped, feeling 
skewered by the two penises that now worked back and forth inside her, 
building a combination of thrills and disgust at the same time. She was 
being obscenely raped by the two boys, and it was hurting her something 
awful. No matter how hard she struggled, it was useless. One boy would have 
been able to handle ten of her. Two boys against one of her had no trouble 
whatsoever. 

"Oh heaven help me!" she mumbled, her mouth stuffed with penis as the two 
males buffeted her back and forth. 

Eddie pounded a little faster into her, and Marilyn realized, in spite of 
the degradation, she was about to come. 

"UUUUURRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH ... AAAAAGGGGGGHHHH HHLLLLLLUUUUUUMMMMMPHHHH!" she 
gasped, feeling the orgasm shoot through her. At the same time Eddie was 
coming, too mindless to do anything but utter, "UUGGGGHHHH ... UUUUGGGGHHHHH 
... UUUUGGGGHHHH..." as he fired into her, and Harry once more fired down 
her throat, only this time she tasted every drop of it. They remained in 
that position for awhile. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The two boys dressed and left, and Marilyn staggered upstairs. She washed 
herself out using a washcloth, then hurriedly dressed. Her watch already 
read five-fifteen, and she was wondering just what was keeping the third 
student, who she wanted to tell she wasn't going to teach. She'd had it with 
tutoring. 

Slipping into a fresh brassiere and panties, she put on a simple blue dress, 
checked herself out in the dresser mirror and decided she looked fresh 
enough. Going downstairs, she cleared away what was left of her blouse, 
skirt, previous brassiere and panties, and then heard the doorbell ring. 

The third member of the football team, who was standing by the door, was a 
boy she'd had in her class the previous year. Seventeen-year-old Ronald 
Bellman was tall, rangy, and very lean. He looked less like a football 
player than anyone she knew. Yet the boy was making a name for himself on 
the school team as the star quarterback. He had dark-brown hair, combed 
straight back, and he had lean, angular features. His nose was slender and 
straight, never once having been broken. Ronald was an honor student, and it 
was obvious if he was having trouble with his English, it had nothing to do 
with grammar or anything rudimentary. He had sharp, clear brown eyes, light 
skin, and was wearing a brown shirt open at the collar, and dark brown 
pants. 

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Kalian," he said. "I'm sorry I'm late but I had to 
help my mother with some chores around the house." 

With this boy she expected she would have no trouble, so she said, "Ronald, 
please come in." 

"I realize the lesson will have to be short because I'm late..." 

"We'll see," she said to him. 

They went into her living room, where she had cleaned up everything, 
including the spots of semen Eddie Johnson had left on her sofa. 

"Well, Ronald, what seems to be troubling you?" she asked. 

"Humanities," he replied. "I was never very good when it came to mythology." 

For the next half hour they went over the various Greek myths, and she was 
amazed at how quickly the boy picked everything up. Marilyn was at a loss to 
understand just why some boys were like the Harry Marlowes and Eddie 
Johnsons, and there were so few like Ron Bellman. 

"Well," she said, looking at her watch, seeing it was quarter to six. 
"Suppose we take a break. Ron, would you like a glass of wine?" 

"Gee, I'm not sure, it being so close to suppertime and all." 

"Wine is good for the digestion," Marilyn told him. "I'll have one with 
you." 

She poured two small glasses of port, then brought one to him and sat beside 
him on the sofa again. "When was your birthday, Ron?" 

"Oh ... uhhh ... a few months ago. If I'd been born about three months 
earlier, I'd have been in an earlier class. He licked nervously at his lower 
lip, and Marilyn said in a musical tone, "Relax, Ron. I'm not going to bite 
you." 

"Oh I know that," he nodded, smiling. "It's just that I always feel nervous 
around pretty women." 

"Thank you for the compliment," she said, smiling. 

Only seventeen, yet so obviously masculine. More so than the two clods who 
had raped her, earlier. She studied his smoothly innocent features and 
realized that he was shaving regularly. He had taken the time to shave 
before coming to her house. As she looked closely at him, she saw the boy 
avert his eyes, and realized he had been studying her, too. 

"You'll have to pardon me for staring at you, Ron," she apologized. "It's 
just that you've matured so since being in my class. I hope you don't mind 
my remarking on it, but I can't help noticing how much you've changed." 

"Heck, that's all right," the boy said, blushing, and she noticed his eyes 
had fallen to her bosom. Marilyn suddenly realized the dress she was 
wearing, simple thought it was, had a low neckline, and some little cleavage 
was showing. She saw the boy staring, his brow furrowing as if he were 
trying to find the proper words to say something. Finally, he looked up and 
stared into her eyes, and said, "You aren't only the prettiest teacher I've 
ever had, but just about the prettiest woman I know." 

"Oh come on, now," Marilyn replied, blushing, herself. 

Prior to being married, many of the men she had dated, all of whom her 
parents hadn't liked, had said essentially much the same thing to her. It 
was funny that a seventeen-year-old, saying this to her, was affecting her 
so strongly. 

Marilyn's eyes darted down to the groin of the boy's slacks, and the sight 
that met her eyes filled her with a strangely passionate yearning in spite 
of the horror she had just undergone. It was as if young Ron Bellman was one 
of her dream lovers come to life. He looked so much like the many men about 
whom she had dreamed, and for the first time it occurred to Marilyn that all 
her lovers, blonde, brunet, or with red hair, all had the same face, and Ron 
Bellman's face came very close to being that face. 

Right at this moment, pressing against the brown fabric of the boy's slacks, 
she clearly saw the stiff, slender outline pressing outward and upward. 

Both of them sipped at their wine, and Marilyn suddenly realized she felt 
like a teenage girl. It took a tremendous amount of restraint to keep her 
aching fingers from actually reaching out and touching the youthful 
swelling. Good heavens! What was going on inside her mind? What the two 
other boys had done had obviously affected her. 

Taking a deep breath, she exhaled, then said, "I'm pleased you find me 
attractive, Ron. It's nice for a lady my age to be liked by a handsome young 
boy like yourself." 

Reaching out, she picked up a notebook that was lying next to the boy. As 
she did so, she felt a violent throbbing in her own pelvis, and realized the 
two rapists had indeed done something to her. They had awakened smoldering 
passions in her that she had never known were this strong. Staring at the 
throbbing swelling in his pants, she sensed her own vaginal slit starting to 
tingle and bubble with juices, coming to life as it never had with her 
husband. This was wrong, all wrong, and she knew it. The boy was a mere 
seventeen, and if anything developed, she would have no one but herself to 
blame for it. She had to keep herself under firm control. It not only was 
wrong for her, but it would be wrong to do something like this to the boy. 

Even as she thought this, she felt her nylon panties getting wet, and her 
nipples were now pressing against the restraining cloth of her brassiere. 
Her curved breasts swelled, too, heaving with excitement. 

Marilyn struggled against the nearly overpowering desire to simply reach out 
with her hand and grab the boy's penis. She also had to restrain the urge to 
lift her dress and rub her fingers beneath her panties, knowing this was an 
obscene idea. Lord! This was the kind of sexual arousal she had always 
dreamed of in her husband. This was the kind of man who filled her daydreams 
even when she didn't masturbate. Most men, her husband included, always 
seemed so rough, and even a little crude. But to find it in this 
seventeen-year-old boy ... well that was a little ridiculous. She was 
desperately wishing she might enjoy him. 

The moment was a dream for her, and it was the kind of dream with which she 
was unable to cope, as the sight of this boy made her breasts and her vagina 
cry out to be touched by him. 

"Mrs. Kalian," Ron asked, "are you feeling all right?" 

The boy's voice snapped her back to reality, shocking her awake. "What?" she 
asked. 

"You look a little upset," he told her. "I mean, I didn't hurt your feelings 
or anything with what I said, did I?" he asked. 

Nervously he drank the last of the wine in his glass. Then he began 
gathering his books together, as if preparing to leave. 

Standing, he backed away, still staring at Marilyn, who now also got to her 
feet. His eyes were hungry, and they were feasting their fill on her 
curvaceous body. 

There was no doubt in Ron Bellman's mind that Marilyn Kalian was the 
best-looking female he had ever seen. Oh sure, there were some women who 
might be termed totally, ethereally beautiful, but Ron had no use for them. 
Marilyn's attractiveness was real, not brittle like some Dresden doll ready 
to break. She was the most terrific-looking female he had ever seen. He was 
also aware of the torment she was going through, and he didn't want to put 
her through more of it. 

Ron Bellman had actually come to Marilyn's house at five minutes before six, 
and hearing sounds, had peered in the window and had witnessed what had 
taken place. He was also aware that Marilyn had been an unwilling party to 
it, but he didn't want to break into her house to wallop the other two boys. 
To do that would be to let Marilyn know she had been seen by him. So he had 
waited until the two had left, and he had accosted them a block away. 

Harry Marlowe, for all his muscles, was the world's second biggest coward. 
Only Eddie Johnson was a bigger coward. It had taken a single punch to floor 
Eddie Johnson, and then Ron Bellman had methodically walloped the hell out 
of Harry Marlowe. Afterward, he beat the bejesus out of Eddie, as well. He 
did it without bruising anything other than his knuckles. He was aware of 
the terrible time Marilyn had known, and he didn't want to add to it, but 
even now, knowing she had done what she had done, he felt very strongly 
about her. Hell! He had all but worshipped her when he had been in the 
eleventh grade. Now it was extremely difficult to keep his mind on his 
lessons, looking at her body, knowing how lovely it had looked when 
undressed. 

Christ! His penis was stiffer than a wooden two-by-four. Just looking at the 
way her thighs pushed her dress out, and remembering how great she looked 
with nothing on was driving him insane. He knew he simply had to get out of 
here. 

"Okay, Ron, sit down," Marilyn said, trying to restore some normality. 
"Let's see if we can get some work done." 

The boy swallowed twice and sat next to Marilyn, feeling her warm hip press 
against his body. He tried desperately to concentrate on the book she opened 
in front of him. She all but leaned against him as they studied the various 
rapes of Zeus. 

Heck! He hardly knew what he was doing or saying. Her right breast was all 
but pressing against his left arm. His penis was harder than a rock and 
jumping around inside his pants like crazy. He glanced down, not moving his 
head, just his eyes, and he saw her smoothly round and supple thigh. 

Her legs were slightly parted and her dress had ridden up so that he saw 
almost as much of her as he would see were she naked. Hell! He even saw one 
of her panty leg bands. His mind was already seeing the brown strands of 
hair on her venereal mount as he had seen them when she had been fucked by 
Eddie Johnson. It made him so mad to think a squirt like Eddie had violated 
her cunt with his cock. Well neither Eddie nor Harry would be fucking anyone 
for a long time to come. It would be a miracle if either one of them was 
ready for the first five football games. They deserved to have their balls 
cut off for what they had done. Hell! He'd give anything to look at her 
cunt, but he wanted her to be willing. 

"Ron," Marilyn said, breaking into his thoughts. "You aren't paying 
attention to me. Now it seems something is wrong with you. Want to tell me 
about it?" 

"Oh ... I ... uhhh ... nothing..." 

"Ron, are you sure you want me to tutor you?" Marilyn asked. 

"Oh yes, yes, definitely," Ron insisted. "I really need help. Gosh, I can't 
seem to get anything right." 

His cheeks began flushing a brilliant crimson. Marilyn reached out and put a 
hand on his forehead, and said, "Goodness, but you're warm. Maybe you have a 
fever." 

"No ... no ... I'm fine ... really I am," the boy insisted. He continued 
protesting, unable to tear his eyes away from her. Suddenly he was 
perspiring profusely, and Marilyn was almost certain the boy was able to 
read her mind, and she began blushing. She was feeling a stronger and 
stronger desire for the boy, and was having more and more difficulty keeping 
it under control. Her tongue leaped out to moisten her dry lips. 

"Something is definitely bothering you," she insisted. "I'd like you to tell 
me about it." 

She leaned closer to him, and the soft resilience of her breast pressed into 
his arm, making him shudder. 

"I ... don't know..." he said. 

"Perhaps you ought to lie down," she said. 

Ron was unable to speak. His voice had dried up in his throat, all but 
choking him. Something was happening to him, all right. He was in love with 
this teacher, and he didn't want the feeling to stop. Hell! What was he 
supposed to say to her? His cock felt stiffer than a lead pipe. Hell! He 
didn't really want to leave. He wanted to stay here and look at her. He 
would have been very happy to simply look at her. 

Finally he said, "Look, Mrs. Kalian, I don't want to go into it right now, 
but I'd like to say that I have the deepest respect for you." 

"Well I appreciate that, Ron," Marilyn said, while her body twitched, 
letting her know it wasn't in the mood for respect but a little loving. But 
this time it wanted some real loving, and not the terrible ordeal it had 
undergone with the two other boys. She shuddered just thinking about it. 

"You don't understand," Ron told her. "On the way here, I bumped into Harry 
and Eddie. They were trying to say some uncomplimentary things about you." 

"Oh!" she gasped, and suddenly froze. 

"You won't be tutoring them anymore," Ron told her. 

"Why is that?" she asked. 

"Well, we had a kind of a disagreement, and, well, they lost. What's more, 
they won't be saying nasty things about you again, either." 

Marilyn felt her heart go out to the boy. She had no idea what the other two 
had said, but she was more than grateful he had been able to shut them up. 
He was more and more like her many imaginary lovers all rolled into one, and 
she was having a tough time restraining herself from holding and cradling 
him. 

"Ron," she said very softly, standing as he remained seated on the sofa. "I 
won't go into what you did for me, except to say I am very grateful. But in 
the future, don't try to settle things by yourself. You might get hurt." 

"I just couldn't help it," he said. 

"We've had enough lessons for today," her voice drifted down to him. "You 
may leave now if you wish, or stay awhile longer." 

"I won't leave until you tell me to go," the boy said to her. 

He was staring at her, standing above him, his eyes drinking in the soft 
contours of her lovely body. 

Suddenly with a short gasp, he reached out and wrapped both arms around her 
tiny waist, pulling her close to him. He stood and before Marilyn knew what 
was happening, he. was planting kisses on her lips and her throat. 

This was wrong, and Marilyn knew it. No matter how nice the boy was, she was 
still a married woman and had to keep herself under control. Yet her senses 
were screaming for her to grab the boy and play the two-backed beast with 
him as she felt his hard penis pressing against her belly. The boy's desire 
for her, while natural, was innocent compared to the lust she was feeling, 
and the innocent desire he was feeling for her aroused her even more. 
Marilyn, unable to control herself for a moment, stopped squirming and 
enfolded the boy in her own arms, pulling his slender torso solidly against 
her outthrust breasts as she began pressing her hips forward in a 
suggestively seductive gesture of encouragement. 

When the kiss ended, the boy pulled away very suddenly, gasping, saying, 
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Kalian. Oh my God! I'm really sorry. I just wasn't able to 
control myself. You're such a terrific person, and you're so beautiful, so 
wonderful, so really nice. Please, please, please don't be mad at me," he 
pleaded, searching her face with his eyes, trying to see what she was truly 
feeling. Without meaning to, he let his hands slip lower, and suddenly his 
palms were grasping her buttocks, squeezing them, kneading them with an 
uncontrollable rhythm that matched the beating pulse of Marilyn's slamming 
heart. Again and again the crazy desire was mounting in her, and it was 
starting to take control of her mind. Even as she thought how wrong this 
was, her body was aching for more of the boy's touch. She wanted desperately 
for him to continue, but how did she dare phrase it openly without seeming 
like a tramp. After what had happened twice before, she was actually feeling 
like a tramp, and she was worried that anything she did with this boy would 
only soil him. 

"Ron," she panted. "Oh Ron ... wait. . . " she gasped, straining, doing her 
best to try and sound calm even though she felt her pulses racing. "We can't 
just ... well ... you know..." and her voice simply trailed off as she 
stared into the limpid pools of the boy's brown eyes. "Look, I have to think 
... I have to lie down, myself," she said to him, and breathlessly taking 
his hand, she led him into the dining room where there was another sofa. She 
didn't want to lie down on the one where the two other boys had so 
unceremoniously raped her. When they were in the dining room, she sat on the 
sofa and she felt her courage suddenly desert her, and she frantically 
searched her mind for any excuse to avoid what she knew was definitely going 
to take place. 

"Look," Ron told her, falling on his knees next to the sofa. "I don't want 
to hurt you in any way, Mrs. Kalian. I have the utmost respect for you, but 
heaven help me, I'm in love with you. I know, it sounds silly, a young kid 
like myself with a mature lady like you, but it's true." 

"Ron," Marilyn said, summoning up her failing willpower. "You know this has 
to stop, right now. I'll go on tutoring you, but you mustn't talk this way." 

"Look," he said. "I know what happened here earlier with you and those other 
two. I know it wasn't your fault and that they forced themselves on you." 

"My dear God in heaven!" Marilyn gasped. "You saw? You actually saw, and you 
said nothing." 

"I didn't say anything because I didn't want you to feel any more shame. 
Geez, Mrs. Kalian, you know how I feel about you. When those two guys left 
here, I beat the hell outta them. They'll never be back again." 

"Ron, you're a nice boy, but don't you realize that now you have to 
understand why I'd never permit myself to do such things with you. Any time 
I think of either of those two boys it will be with nightmares." 

"That's because all they wanted was something physical from you," Ron told 
her. "I know I'm still a kid by your standards, but I'm crazy about you, 
Mrs. Kalian, and before I walk out of here, I have to make love to you at 
least once." 

"Now Ron ... you stop thinking that way..." 

But the boy was already on his feet, hurriedly tugging off his clothing. 
Marilyn looked up at him and felt a strange, forbidden wave of shuddering 
feeling overcome her. She watched as his powerful naked chest came into 
view, and she leaped to her feet, but then was rooted to the spot as he 
began fumbling with his belt buckle. 

You have to stop this now. she told herself. No matter how much you like the 
boy, this is the time to end it. He'll have more respect for you. End it, 
now. 

She wanted to close her eyes and shut out the sinful sight, but another part 
of her wanted to look at this boy. Heaven help her, but she was fascinated 
by him. He was so much like her dream lovers. How did she dare let him go 
now that she had discovered he really existed. Still, that hidden corner of 
her mind continued nagging, telling her she had to fight this because it was 
wrong. She was not only ruining her own relationship with her husband, but 
she was playing with the delicate emotions of a seventeen-year-old. This had 
to stop. 

A moment later the boy stood completely naked before her, frightened smile 
on his face, and his thickly solid penis standing out beneath his belly. At 
the sight of it, Marilyn gasped. It not only paled that of her husband into 
insignificance, but even made that of Harry Marlowe look small. It had to be 
far and away the longest, thickest penis in the entire village, if not the 
entire town. It had a long, healthy pink shank, and a rich purple point, and 
he was holding it in his hand as if offering it to her, stroking it a 
little, though the stroking wasn't really necessary. The boy's feeling for 
her was such, the sight of her had him hard, with drops of oil seeping from 
the tip of his penis, which his stroking hand smoothed into his flesh. like 
her husband, this boy had a circumcised penis, and the rich magenta head 
seemed ready to shine by itself. 

"Don't turn me down," he begged, and Marilyn realized her rejection of him 
after having submitted to the forceful pressures of two boys she truly 
disliked would be a slap in the face to this boy. Yet there was no way for 
her to justify what he wanted, no matter how strongly he felt about her. 

There was an odd catch in his quivering voice, and the boy seemed to have 
difficulty breathing. His youthfully innocent mind whirled with overwhelming 
desire, and the knowledge that he was this close to making love to the one 
woman he truly adored caused the throbbing hardness of his pulsating penis 
to twitch even more. His memory of the sight of her naked body now 
contrasted vividly with her dressed figure. 

"Please take off your clothes, Mrs. Kalian," the boy begged. 

Then he saw the fear in her eyes, and he mistook it for fear of himself, not 
knowing she was afraid of her own inner emotions. For the first time in his 
life Ronald Bellman felt angry, because the woman to whom he had bared 
himself in every way was rebuffing and rejecting him, treating him with what 
was apparently the same disdain she had tried to treat the other two boys. 
He had always thought of himself as better than the both of them, and had 
supposed that since Marilyn had responded to his kiss, she liked him better 
than the others. Well heck, he was already naked, and it would be the most 
disgraceful thing in the world to dress now and walk out, having let her 
look at his nakedness without revealing herself to him. 

Marilyn saw the change coming across his brow as his eyes seemed to cloud 
up. She felt more afraid than ever, not of the boy, but of what would happen 
if she did the least little thing to encourage him. The expression on his 
face had changed from one of adoration to one of confused anger. She saw the 
lust written all over him, and she decided things had to end, here and now. 

"Ron," she said to him. "I like you. I like you a lot. But I am a married 
woman. What those other two boys did, they did by force, and I detest them 
both for it. Now I have a tremendous amount of respect for you, and if you 
want me to respect you all the more, then please get dressed and leave. You 
can come back tomorrow at four o'clock and we can resume the tutoring." 

"I won't be treated like I'm a naughty little boy," he told her, his mouth 
sullenly pouting. 

Marilyn stood there facing him, feeling her heart beat a little faster. She 
had to keep him away from her at all costs. Though there was no sadism in 
this boy, she saw he still felt justified in wanting possession of her, if 
only for a little while. His eyes were glowing like two white-hot pieces of 
charcoal. She tried speaking again, but found it impossible to say any 
words. She was completely frozen as she stood against the wall between the 
dining room entrance, and the side of the sofa. Against her will her eyes 
went down to the boy's penis, watching as he continued stroking it. It was 
so monstrous. She wondered if any woman at all was capable of containing 
such a monstrous organ. Had it not been for her marriage vows, she might 
easily have been willing to try. Being split open by something like this 
would have been a pleasure. The boy was well-built, and it was obvious he 
knew it. He seemed to enjoy the fact that she was looking at his penis 
again, her eyes wide with amazement. Slowly, he began moving toward her. 

"Don't," she pleaded. "Ron, don't do this," she finally managed to stammer 
through her immobilizing fear and astonishment. Deep down, Marilyn realized 
there was no getting away from this boy, and it frightened her all the more, 
because this time she feared she would really like it. He was going to make 
love to her, because she knew any added refusal on her part would be taken 
as a personal rebuff. No matter how much she pleaded, he was intent on 
fucking her. 

"Please, Mrs. Kalian," he said. "Take off your clothes, or do you think 
you'd like me to take them off." 

Marilyn stood completely motionless, all hope gone. There was nothing she 
was able to do to fight him, because it was also like fighting herself. She 
was helpless and at the mercy of this boy who had a greater hold over her 
than he realized. 

Reaching out with his strong hands, the seventeen-year-old was cupping her 
tiny face in his palms, one on each of her cheeks, and he slowly pulled her 
toward him. There was a little smile of triumph on his face as he looked 
into her eyes, and then he was pressing his hungry lips solidly against 
hers, thrusting his tongue deep into the warm wetness of her mouth. Marilyn 
remained rigidly standing in front of him, feeling the upright stiffness of 
his gigantically throbbing penis as it pressed into the softness of her 
trembling belly. A last faint thought of trying to hold the boy off 
flickered through her mind but faded with the warmth of his hands on her 
face. 

"Come on, Mrs. Kalian," the boy whispered. "I'm not trying to hurt you. I'm 
doing this because I love you. Is there any greater way for a guy to show a 
woman how much he loves her, than this way?" 

Marilyn was dimly aware of his hands leaving her face and reaching around 
her body for the zipper on her dress. With a single swift, downward tug, he 
pulled the zipper down to the tops of her ripely flaring buttocks. Marilyn 
began shivering a little as the early evening cool air drifted in from an 
open window and washed across her back as he pulled it from her shoulders 
and let it fall in a soft heap to the floor around her feet. The snaps of 
her brassiere came next, and she heard him gasp and sigh as he peeled the 
garment from her body and let it fall to the floor. He fell to his knees 
before her, hooking his fingers in the elastic waistband of her white, nylon 
panties and he pulled them slowly down over her softly quivering buttocks, 
letting them join her dress in a pile around her ankles. 

There was nothing left. She stood before the boy totally naked, listening to 
his heavy panting and breathing while he remained on his knees in front of 
her. She jerked back, feeling a little woozy from the wine. Alcohol on an 
empty stomach, even a little bit, tended to make her dizzy. Then the boy was 
pressing his hungry lips wetly against her belly. The sudden chilling 
contact sent thrilling chills racing wildly up and down her trembling spine, 
and, swaying, she automatically reached out with her hands, locking them in 
the boy's straight hair to keep herself from falling. 

Mistaking this for total surrender on the part of his pretty teacher, the 
boy lowered his mouth and pressed his lips into the pubic V of her 
fuzz-covered mount. He used his thumb to part her pelvic hairs, flicking his 
tongue like that of a lizard into the wetly flowering opening of her vaginal 
slash. 

Marilyn jumped from the electrifying contact of the boy's tongue. She felt 
the tremendous difference between the way this boy licked, and the way Eddie 
Johnson had licked. His oral digit came into direct contact with the tiny, 
outstretched bud of her vibrating clitoris, and this shocked Marilyn so, she 
lost her balance and fell backward and to the side, onto the brown sofa. 
Because of the way she fell, she spread her thighs wide apart as she 
sprawled flat on her back. 

Ron Bellman leaped forward and caught the lovely teacher in that position as 
she automatically tried shutting the columns of her slender thighs. The boy 
clamped his perspiring palms against the soft insides of her loins, now 
pressing them farther and farther apart. 

Marilyn realized what was happening, and knew somehow she had to stop this. 
Though she wasn't really doing anything to tempt the boy, she felt as if she 
were the seductress, and this was something she would never be able to live 
with. Her eyes were open wide, feeling an abject terror crawling through 
her, and she struggled to clamp her legs shut, but it was hopeless struggle 
and a losing battle. Up on her elbows, she stared at him, seeing him 
kneeling on the floor, his head pushing between her forced open thighs. He 
was looking at her face for the moment, smiling. It wasn't a vicious grin, 
nor was it a leer of victory, but rather it was a grateful smile, and 
Marilyn found it more and more difficult to combat what was happening to 
her. This was the first time in her life she ever really wanted something 
like this, but the conscience in her was so overpowering, she knew she had 
to fight back. He was staring between the up-thrust mounds of her heaving 
breasts like a beast of prey about to pounce on its helpless victim, though 
she had to admit he was the most kindly beast of prey she had ever seen. The 
coral, wet flesh of her naked vaginal entryway was now offered up to him 
like some kind of ritual sacrifice. Marilyn lay frozen to the sofa, feeling 
unable to cope with what was happening. This was something she ought to have 
stopped the moment she had felt it coming on. The boy's tongue was slowly 
circling his lips as he prepared to eat the tasty flesh of her pink pussy, 
and she almost thought she heard a hungry growl coming from him. 

Again the boy placed his palms flatly against the insides of her shuddering 
thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft, fleshy flanges of her shuddering 
vagina. Then, with a slow, torturing outward movement of his mandible-like 
thumbs, he drew her raggedly pink vaginal lips slowly apart, exposing the 
wet interior to the hunger of his wide-open stare. He gazed at it greedily 
for a moment and then with a deep grunt he lowered his head and sank the 
entire length of his long, slippery tongue eel-like between the warmly 
throbbing membranes of her shuddering cunt. 

Marilyn jerked instantly, a soul-searing moan escaping from her trembling 
chest. Her round and naked buttocks ground themselves all the more deeply 
into the cushions trying to escape the maddening assault on her trembling 
genitals. 

"Ohhhhhhhh ... uhhhhhhhh ... n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o ... oooooooooooooh!" she 
gasped, whimpering before the boy's continuing oral attack. Her head was 
resting against the back of the sofa as she lay at an angle, watching in 
horrified disbelief, realizing all this was happening because she had not 
fought it strongly enough. The boy's head was sliding up and down as his 
tongue worked itself ever deeper into her watering vaginal tunnel. 

"Ummmmmmmmmmmm!" was all the boy said as he continued lapping into her. 

"No, this mustn't happen," she said in a hoarse voice, groaning over and 
over again, feeling overpowering humiliation at her lack of self-control. 
Her hand slammed against the pillowed back of the sofa, whipping from one 
side to the other, her body helplessly trapped as the boy's working tongue 
continued spearing in and out of the involuntary dilating mouth of her 
trembling pussy. Her conscience continued throwing mental barbs at her, but 
there were wisps of pleasure rapidly curling inside her shuddering body. The 
boy's hands reached up over the flatness of her belly and dug firmly into 
her solidly quivering breasts, his moving fingers rolling the hardened tan 
nipples that had enlarged, between them, almost with an unrelenting fury. As 
his mouth and tongue continued working like that of an anteater, the young 
boy's eyes remained wide open, looking with undisguised delight at the 
contortions of her face as he stared between the shuddering white breasts 
his hands were gripping. 

He knew he had taken a real chance going this far out on a limb, and he 
wanted to make sure the teacher understood he wasn't one of those rapists, 
but a boy who was doing what he was doing simply because of the love he felt 
for her. 

Marilyn lay completely frozen for the moment, in total abject submission to 
what she believed were unwilling outrages being performed on her body. She 
was helplessly trapped, and in the worst way. This boy who was doing this to 
her wasn't one of the mental midgets she had tutored, earlier. He was trying 
to convey his love for her, but in doing so, he was really raping her. Much 
as Marilyn had inwardly ached for this to happen, her knowledge that this 
was all wrong made her feel ashamed and humiliated. Random, fleeting 
pictures of her husband's face crossed her mind as the boy continued licking 
into her vagina. She wondered how she would ever be able to face Ralph, 
again. Marilyn wondered how she would ever be able to face her husband were 
she to willingly surrender herself to the wantonness burning inside her. The 
two other boys had been out-and-out raped. This was a seduction, but the 
question was, who was seducing whom? She was ashamed of herself for wanting 
this to happen, and now that it actually was happening, she had no idea how 
to turn it off. To allow this boy to continue with what he was doing was 
actually defiling him and herself, and this was more cruel than she had 
believed possible. The enjoyment of it made her even more ashamed since the 
feeling of his tongue was carrying her to physical heights beyond, her 
wildest imaginings. At the moment, there seemed to be nothing she was able 
to do other than lie there under his working mouth and permit him to 
continue, though her conscience continued ordering her to put a stop to it. 
Why did she have to like this boy so much? Why was it the same boy she liked 
felt feelings of love for her? Marilyn had never felt so alone and helpless 
in her entire life. 

Ron's eyes remained locked on her lovely face as he continued the tormenting 
thrusts of his working tongue into the seething depths of her shuddering 
vagina. He saw the tears clouding her eyes and spilling onto her cheeks and 
assumed these were tears of happiness since she wasn't shouting to him to 
stop the way she had shouted at the other two boys. She tasted so good, so 
sweet, so delicious. 

Ron Bellman, being a handsome boy, and having normal feelings, had gone out 
with his share of girls in the past year, and he had gone to bed with more 
than a few of them. All the others tasted the same, but this one-this 
wonderful woman, tasted so different. She was utterly savory and thrilling 
to his working mouth. With any other woman he might feel ashamed, for he 
knew full well he had seduced her with his confession of adoration. With 
this woman he felt it was the most natural thing in the world, and loved the 
way her face crinkled each time he thrust his tongue that much deeper into 
her seething cunt. For the young boy this was not a one-time thing. He 
wanted to go on making love to this woman, tasting her vaginal flesh, 
burying his masculinity in her feminine essence. He wanted to do it again 
and again. 

Dipping his tongue even deeper into her pot of honey, he brought his hands 
down and pushed them under the backs of her knees as they remained splayed 
widely out on either side of him. He lifted them and pushed them back over 
the length of her nakedly wriggling torso so that her kneecaps were almost 
pressing into her shoulders and the nipples of her breasts were rubbing her 
upper thighs. Now he had the entire plane of her sweet pussy totally exposed 
to his hungering eyes, and he wanted to thrill her even more. Lowering his 
mouth, he flicked the tip of his working tongue into the tightly puckered 
orifice of her anus, nestled directly below her tender perineum. 

The unexpected, searingly wet contact with her tremendously sensitive 
rubber-like opening brought a long, low moan of uncontrolled, anguish from 
Marilyn as her tortured lips felt dry and cracked. The teacher clenched her 
eyes tightly shut, thinking that this just wasn't right. This, pure, 
innocent boy was being corrupted by her own lust for him. He was licking the 
one spot on her body she had never expected a mouth would touch. The more 
she writhed, hoping to somehow break away from all this madness, the deeper 
he stabbed his tongue through her anal muscle, into her narrow rectal 
depths. 

"Hhhhuuuu uuuuunnnnnngggggghhhhh!" she groaned again as small, tiny goose 
bumps trammeled across her body making her belly quiver and her breasts 
heave. 

Sobbing helplessly under the mannish boy's consistent oral attack, Marilyn 
felt the growth of a new and even more terrible fear, for in spite of her 
revulsion at what he was now doing, she felt her love-starved body-and 
thought it had been physically satisfied it was indeed starved for 
love-begin to completely desert her and abandon her mental pleadings. Her 
rounded buttocks jerked back involuntarily each time the wet tongue darted 
forward. Helpless spasms of delicious sensation coursed through her raw 
nerve-endings so open to the boy's tongue. 

"Oh no!" Marilyn gasped. "Not there! You can't! Not there!" she shrieked 
out, the cruel realization of her loss of control suddenly hitting her with 
its full impact, bringing further cries of shame and humiliation at the 
thought, not only of the obscene adultery she was almost willingly 
committing, but the more frightening thought that she was unable to contain 
herself, and that she was actually enjoying it. This made her more ashamed 
than ever. She gritted her teeth tightly together and fought with all her 
willpower against the continual tiny licking sparks that threatened, to once 
and for all burst into sudden, uncontrollable flame and immolate her in her 
total helplessness. As the boy continued licking, Marilyn became more and 
more aware of the losing battle she was fighting. 

Her mind strained, doing its best to resist, but after a moment her control 
exploded, totally deserting her, and all the built-in inhibitions, put there 
mostly by her parents were washed away in rolling tidal waves of desire. Her 
prickling conscience still whispered to her as if from a distance, but it 
was as if Marilyn no longer wanted to hear it. Yes, this was wrong, but 
wrong felt so good. Yes, she was ashamed, but she would feel even worse for 
not doing it. 

Her shamelessly wanton body was aroused beyond belief and began spasming. 
Without her controlling it, her lower torso began a slow, abandoned movement 
against the thrusting tongue of the seventeen-year-old boy. Her fingers 
gripped and curled themselves in the boy's hair, accompanied by a low, 
soul-stirring moan from deep within her chest. Forgotten were thoughts of 
her husband. Forgotten was the realization that she was as much responsible 
for this humiliation as the boy, if not more so. All that seemed to matter 
were the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing her tender flesh like tiny 
porcupine needles. 

What am I doing? she thought to herself. How can I be so brazen? What's 
wrong with me that I want more of this? I have to find some way to regain 
control of my body. 

The boy sensed his teacher's final, submissive surrender and with a knowing 
smile thrust the entire length of his thickly wet tongue into her 
shimmering, quivering vaginal depths all over again. The soft, short, mossy 
brown hairs that graced her pelvis now grazed tantalizingly against the very 
tip of his nose as well as the sides of his cheeks as Marilyn, without 
wanting to do so, rotated her nakedly round buttocks in a slow, grinding, 
hypnotic rhythm, pressing her vagina solidly against the young boy's face. 
There was no doubt in his mind that she was permitting this not because it 
felt good, but because she felt an inner love for him. He had no doubts that 
this would not be the last time. She loved him as he loved her. She was his, 
and even if she was married she would belong to him for a long time to come. 
He was inwardly glowing with pride, but it wasn't a pride of seduction. He 
was proud that she loved him as he loved her. The boy had not believed it 
possible that the teacher might have the same feelings for him, and now that 
he had discovered she did love him, he was thrilled beyond belief. The 
continued lines in her face built by the contortions caused by her clenched 
teeth and clamped-shut eyes thrilled him that much more. 

Ron knew he was going to fuck her. It wouldn't be long, now. Soon he would 
be merged into her. They would be as one. This wasn't a mere fucking. This 
was a union of two people who loved each other. In his youthful naivete, he 
sincerely believed this was something that would last forever. Marilyn, on 
the other hand, now realizing that the boy was infatuated with her at 
present but would one day grow away from her, began thinking with her 
conscience again, starting to regain some control of herself. 

The boy was trembling with eagerness, knowing he would shortly be burying 
his maleness in her pretty white belly. He wanted to shoot his eager sperm 
into her and flood her with a part of himself. That would make all this 
complete. 

She didn't feel too good for him like almost any other older woman might 
feel. Nor had she come down to the level of a teenager. Rather, by being 
here this way with him, she had actually brought him up to her level, if 
only for a little while. He knew he'd be able to make her come. He was 
blessed with an immensely long and swollenly thick organ, and as a result 
had been able to please all the girls he had previously fucked. Knowing 
Marilyn had come when Eddie Johnson had fucked her, Ron was certain he was 
at least as good as, if not better than, the crazy Eddie. 

Marilyn's helpless body continued wriggling and squirming on the bed as his 
mouth kept working between her luscious thighs. Her hands clung tightly to 
his hair as if it was a matter of life or death. Her ecstatic expression was 
completely contorted into a half-crazed mask of passion that bordered on 
hysteria. She had to break the spell of this boy's tongue. She had to regain 
control of herself and of her life. 

Marilyn continued wriggling and writhing beneath what she felt was the 
maddening torture of his tongue as the young boy continued flicking his oral 
organ into her until she believed her beating heart would burst through her 
trembling chest. Her head was raised from the back of the sofa again, 
staring at the young boy's face, her hands clasped together behind the back 
of his head, pulling the punishing lash of his tongue deeper and deeper into 
her greedily hungry vaginal maw. She wondered if this thrilling oral fucking 
would continue endlessly, but after awhile the boy lifted his head from 
between her thighs, tugging it from the tight, restrictive grip of her 
hands. He moved above her, his face over hers, his chest above her breasts, 
and his groin hovering over her fulcrum. His knees kept her thighs wide 
apart. 

Marilyn shut her eyes tightly again, trying to shut out the oncoming 
humiliation she was feeling. Here she was, lying beneath this young boy who 
had professed love for her as if mirroring her own feelings for him. He was 
staring at her nakedness, and at this moment she once more felt the shame 
she had known, before. She had willingly let him undress her. She had not 
fought hard enough when he had thrown her on the sofa, and she had all but 
grabbed his head when he had pressed his tongue into her. She felt so 
terribly ashamed of her weakness, and for a brief moment she felt she was 
lucid again. 

"Ron, I think we should stop ... right now," she insisted. 

"Not yet, Mrs. Kalian," he told her. "If I don't fuck you my penis will 
break right off, it's so hard. You wouldn't want to be responsible for 
something like that happening to me, would you?" 

"Ron ... please..." 

"I'm going to fuck you," he whispered. "I know it's the old fashioned 
position, but I want to look at you when I fuck you. I'm not like that jerk, 
Eddie Johnson." 

Marilyn colored, feeling more shame at the mention of Eddie Johnson's name. 
All the more reason to stop this, and yet a part of her argued that the boy 
was right. How much more wrong was it to have intercourse with a boy like 
this, who adored her, than to be joined to a beast like Eddie Johnson who 
had rutted with her in an animal manner? 

She lay still with her thighs wide open, her breath coming so quickly she 
felt as if her lungs would burst. Her trembling belly shuddered and shook as 
part of her begged to feel his penis inside her, and part of her chastised 
her for daring to think such salacious thoughts. 

The boy was now bent over her shuddering, prostrate body, and his mouth 
opened and closed over the round protrusion of her right breast as his 
tongue proceeded to whip the nipple. Marilyn groaned as a bolt of lust shot 
through her. She had to come back to reality and think this out, and it was 
impossible with the boy's mouth on her breast. She twisted, trying to pull 
away from this sudden pleasure, but the boy's moving hands, playing over the 
softness of her thighs and hips, held her tightly to him. His lips roamed 
wetly over her white, palpitating mammaries causing more blissful twitches 
to sink with feathery softness into her vagina, below. Without wanting to, 
she found herself once more grinding her buttocks in a slow, impatient 
movement against the sofa cushions. 

"You like it," he gasped. "You really like it. I'm glad," he moaned as his 
mouth continued lightly playing over the softly sensitive parts of her 
trembling body, his eyes filled with thrilled desire as he said, "I'm not 
going to merely screw you, Mrs. Kalian. I'm going to love you. Every thrust 
of my cock inside of you is another measure of the strong love I feel for 
you. I want you to feel every last lunge, and I want you to respond. I want 
to know you feel about me the way I feel about you." 

Marilyn lay frozen under the prodding of the boy's declaration of love. The 
very licentiousness aroused and thrilled and excited her against her better 
judgment. She had to fight, she had to resist, she had to prevent this final 
surrender to a mere boy, no matter how much love she felt for him. To do 
this meant she would be subjugating herself to him, under his domination, 
and she felt ashamed to allow such a thing to happen. 

"Spread your beautiful thighs wider," the young boy whispered. "I want to 
come into you, now." 

Trembling, half with anger at herself, half with anticipation, Marilyn 
slowly opened her slender thighs even more widely than before. The boy was 
directly above her now, his arms stiff with his hands resting on the sofa 
cushions beneath her shoulders. He moved one hand between their bodies and 
gripped his throbbing, pulsating penis with his fingers and guided it 
forward using the swollen, rubbery cap to part the full, fleshy lips of her 
seethingly wet vagina. Marilyn, her head still against the back of the sofa, 
turned her face to the side, not wanting to look, reddening with shame at 
permitting herself to be under the contol of this youth. She shut her eyes 
as he pressed his penis against the sensitive, curlicued edges of her 
vaginal lips. She took a deep breath and held it for what seemed like 
forever as she lay, unmoving, in complete helplessness before him, not even 
daring to breathe. 

"Haaaaaannnnnnnhhhhhh ... uuuuuunnnnnggggghhhhhh!" she gasped as she felt 
the first harsh pressure against the tight elastic opening of her narrow 
vagina. In spite of its having been fucked earlier, it was still very 
narrow, and this elephantine penis would surely stretch her interior beyond 
endurance. 

"Now!" the boy gasped, and he pushed. 

"Aaaaaaahhhhhuuuuunnnnnnhhhhhhh!" she gagged as the swollenly engorged tip 
of his massive organ slipped through her vaginal opening, stretching and 
tugging her labia until she was certain her flesh would tear. Marilyn felt 
as if her slender thighs were beginning to rip apart like a wishbone because 
of the relentless external pressure his penis was applying. 

"Ron ... Ron..." she gasped, her mind snapped completely back to reality at 
this moment. "You're a wonderful boy, but you're too big for me. I can't 
take you. Please ... please ... you're hurting me!" she gasped, her hoarse 
voice choking out the words as loud as she was able. Her eyes widened in 
terror at the feeling of the bloated penis, and she saw his sadistic grin of 
victory and realized, much as he might love her, like all men he had to 
dominate, and he was flushed with this conquest of her body. It was as if he 
was killing her, driving a stake through her vagina as one might impale a 
vampire, and he was enjoying it. 

The smile on his face slowly faded as the boy realized he was indeed hurting 
this woman he had been telling he loved. Hurt was the last thing he wanted 
to cause her. Yet if he didn't fit every last inch of his pulsating penis 
into her vaginal oven, he knew he would die. He had to fuck her and become a 
permanent part of her. Though he got no enjoyment from watching her suffer 
as he continued penetrating, he knew his penis would explode and shatter if 
it didn't finish pushing into her. 

Mixed with the fervid love Ron felt for Marilyn was the physical lust now 
burning through him. Pushing into her pussy this slowly was driving him 
crazy. True, he had wanted her inner walls to stretch and adjust to his 
length, but by the same token he was insane with the need for her and had to 
feel his entire penile length totally surrounded by her vagina. He had to 
fuck her! 

Falling forward, allowing the weight of his chest to be buoyed by her 
rounded breasts, flattening them so they looked like white blobs against her 
chest, he thrust his hips forward at the same time and sent his solid cock 
shooting into her tight cunt, feeling her vaginal succulence wetly cringe 
around the in-thrusting rail of his organ. He rammed himself into her like 
an express train gone wild, pushing the softly moist flesh of her narrow 
vaginal walls apart, making the membranes move in rippling waves before his 
huge penile head. There was no stopping his cock, not until he slammed it 
with a loud sound all the way into her, his balls smacking noisily against 
the upturned cheeks of her rounded buttocks as she tightly clenched them 
around the tiny star of her anus. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhh ... hhhhhaaaaannnnnhhhhhh!" she cried out beneath the boy. 

Marilyn had never been so filled in her entire life as Ron's hotly pulsing 
penis pushed deeper and deeper, making her feel as if her entire interior 
was being torn out. The boy had speared into her as if trying to fuck 
mercilessly, and now his heatedly thick length lay sunk in the depths of her 
quivering belly, filling every little bit of her interior. There was not one 
tiny ridge of vaginal flesh that was untouched by his lengthy penile column 
as he pressed his own groin tightly against the lips of her vagina. His hard 
cock was enclosed in her wet vaginal scabbard like a sword cruelly slicing 
into a helpless victim's body. 

The boy lay still for a moment, his handsome face directly over hers. 
Marilyn also lay immobile, fearful of moving for the moment, afraid his 
lance might really cut her to shreds. She suddenly felt a throb deep in the 
hidden recesses of her cunt, where not even her husband's penis had 
previously penetrated. The boy flexed his organ again, trying to shove his 
cock even farther into her. 

"Hhhhhhhuuuuuunnnnnggggghhhhh!" Marilyn grunted breathlessly, feeling like a 
virgin who had just been dehymenized. 

"I love you, Mrs. Kalian," the boy said to her. "I've never felt about 
anyone the way I feel about you." 

When he flexed his phallic spear again, Marilyn once again grunted, 
"Gggggaaauuuuuggghhhhh!" This time the cords in her neck stood out because 
of the pressure of her inner resistance. 

"Don't you like feeling me inside you?" the boy asked. 

"Ron, Ron, don't you understand," she gasped, hardly able to speak above a 
whisper. "This is all wrong. " 

"How can it be wrong when you know I'm doing it out of love?" the boy asked. 
"You know darn well it was a lot more wrong when the other two guys worked 
you over." 

"Certainly it was," she agreed. "But that doesn't make this right." 

He flexed his penis again, saying, "Come on. You know you like it." 

"My ... uhhhhh ... husband isn't as thick as you..." she gasped. "I'm not 
used to having something as huge as you inside me." 

"Yeah, but you do like it," he insisted. 

"To admit ... ooooohhhh ... that ... uuuuhhhhhh ... would be like admitting 
this is right." 

"Come on, Mrs. Kalian. Now you're starting to make me feel bad. You know I'm 
not doing this because I want to hurt you. I respect you and I love you, and 
I'm fucking you only because of that. Come on, tell me you like it." 

"Oh Ron, why are you torturing me like this?" she asked. 

"I don't want to torture you. I want you to like what I'm doing. I want to 
hear you beg me to fuck you." 

"That would be degrading for a woman like me," she gasped. 

"Yeah, but I would never know how much you really liked it unless you did 
beg me to fuck you. Come on, Mrs. Kalian. I've already admitted I love you. 
Even if you won't admit you love me, at least beg me to fuck you ... just a 
little." 

He began anxiously flexing his throbbing penis in the depths of her 
shuddering belly, and Marilyn gasped, "Ohhhhhh ... don't ... don't ... I 
can't ... it would be too humiliating for me. 

Marilyn realized that if she did as the boy asked, this would be tantamount 
to admitting she loved him and liked what he was doing to her. She would 
lose what little control she ever had over him, and each time she tutored 
him he would expect to have sexual congress with her again. The reason she 
knew all this was, she was thinking with her body, and her body wanted more 
and more in spite of the pain of being stretched all over again. She loved 
the feeling of him inside her, but didn't dare openly admit it. Besides, it 
was so degrading for a woman like herself to actually beg the boy to fuck 
her. It was something she didn't dare do. 

The boy flexed his penis again and again, making it throb inside the pulsing 
depths of her steamy vaginal tunnel. His fingers dug into the roundness of 
her shoulders at the same time. He knew she was going to do as he asked, if 
only because he was madly in love with her and certain she felt the same way 
about him. Why did she think in terms of pride and self-respect when love 
was all that really counted between the two of them? 

"Please!" he begged, his eyes lit with lust as he made his hardness pulsate 
deep inside her. "Beg, just a little." 

"All right," she sighed, feeling more degraded than ever at this moment for 
doing what a seventeen-year-old boy wanted, no matter how much she liked 
him. "Do it to me, Ron. Go on and do it to me. Make love to me!" 

"Say it the way you said it when those other guys ordered you," he pleaded. 

"You really enjoy degrading me, don't you," she said, but there was a slight 
smile on her face, because she knew deep down this boy wouldn't degrade 
anyone. "All right, Ronald, will you be so kind as to slam that sweet cock 
of yours into my cunt and solidly fuck me?" 

She was speaking with her eyes wide open, though inwardly she felt a sense 
of humiliation. He was only a boy, after all. A man wouldn't have to hear 
words. A man would know. She felt ashamed of herself for having said the 
words, and yet there was still no sense of perversion or real degradation 
here. 

Somehow, in some way, she had to make the boy understand that she was not 
his simply for the taking whenever he wished. This had to be the last time. 
Never, never again would she permit anyone other than her husband to sleep 
with her. Ralph had always been a good, true husband to her, and she had to 
find a way of regaining her fidelity to him. At the moment she felt like a 
mistress, which was to say, a glorified whore. 

The bitter word "whore" burned into her mind like a wood-burning tool into 
pine. She wondered if she would ever be able to restore things as they were, 
or was she hopelessly, irretrievably lost. If so, she had no right to blame 
Ron Bellman for this. Her masturbation had caused Harry, who had walked in 
uninvited, to take advantage of her, and he had told Eddie Johnson, who had 
also violated her, first alone, and then in tandem with Harry. They, in 
turn, had been seen by Ron. True Ron believed he was different from the 
others, making love to her rather than merely fucking her. But at this 
moment Marilyn found it hard to distinguish between being fucked by a boy 
who wanted to embarrass and degrade her, and then being fucked by a boy who 
claimed to love her. Right now, with the penis buried so deep inside her, 
Marilyn found it difficult to think. 

Ron sensed her continuing surrender, feeling more and more of her righteous 
resistance slipping away. He was glad, because he never wanted this teacher 
whom he loved to think he was actually raping her. He wanted her to know 
that at this moment he sincerely loved her, and who had a better right to 
fuck her than someone who loved her? He began a slow sawing movement between 
her soft thighs. Her tightly narrow vaginal tunnel was slowly beginning to 
widen a bit with each short stroke as Marilyn groaned, realizing this 
fucking would not end until it was properly completed. She knew from the 
heat being generated in her body that if she didn't come quickly, her mood 
would shortly change to one of total licentiousness because she would be 
turned into a mass of totally wanton, helpless desire. She knew it by the 
steamy thrills building inside her. No matter how much she had resisted 
earlier, she was completely under this boy's control at the moment, and soon 
would be behaving even more wantonly than she had all those times before the 
bathroom mirror, when she had masturbated. Funny, but she realized now that 
she used to feel more guilty about being untrue to her husband when she 
played with herself than she was feeling at this very moment. Perhaps it was 
because she thought that having been untrue to him once, even though it had 
been against her will, the second, third, and hundredth time didn't matter. 

Ron was determined to make certain she was turned on today as never before. 
He would be back tomorrow for more tutoring, and he wanted her to welcome 
him, not talk to him with thoughts of regret and sorrow. 

Marilyn's body was starting to react, now. There seemed no reason left to 
fight the licentious fires of wanton lust seething through her veins. She 
had lost the battle against the salacious feelings shooting through her, and 
now the thought of total and utter surrender to this young boy frightened 
her less and less, in fact, exciting her now that she came to think of it. 
True, a sense of guilt remained, and she expected it would always remain 
since she had been brought up to believe in fidelity. Yet the skewering 
rhythm of the boy's cock working through her was building her to a new pitch 
in excitement. 

Her nakedly slender body was beginning to twitch and shudder and shake as 
she squirmed beneath him. Marilyn began groaning incessantly into the 
moistness of his mouth as he began kissing her. This time it was she who was 
working her tongue with complete and utter abandon into the boy's mouth. Low 
hums of servilely passionate acceptance came in torrents from deep within 
her chest, her face contorted with anguished passion, her mouth working, her 
neck straining, her nostrils flaring. A light film of perspiration broke out 
all over her forehead under her almost disheveled brown hair. 

Ron slipped his hands gently along the sides of her body, moving them 
beneath the rounded globes of her rotating buttocks. He squeezed the two 
gluteal mounds, clutching them by digging his fingers all the more solidly 
into them. He jerked her slender body harder, pulling her more tightly to 
his own body and her thighs pulled back a little more, allowing her vaginal 
opening to flower that much wider to receive his hungrily driving piston as 
it sank to greater and greater depths inside her. 

The pain was no longer there, now, her membranes having stretched, becoming 
accustomed to the boy's rampant breadth. One of her legs was touching the 
floor because of the angle at which she lay, while her other leg was now 
drawn up, much the way it had been when she had been on the counter in the 
bathroom. Her foot was flat on the sofa cushion, and she was using the 
leverage of both feet to pump back and forth. Her eyes were closed with 
passion now, and her tongue worked and slurped its way through the young 
boy's mouth. Small mewling sounds of pleasure came from the tight depths of 
her throat, and there was no longer any thought other than the delicious 
sensation of lying beneath this youth who was fucking her-now no longer 
against her will-and she wanted to return to him, measure for measure, the 
thrills he was giving her. 

The boy worked over her, pumping with longer, smoother, harder strokes, 
bringing his throbbing phallic staff all the way back so that only the tip 
remained inside her, and then he would slam forward, filling the teacher 
with every last bit of his shuddering penis. His balls would slap against 
her anxiously uptilted ass-cheeks, beating against the tiny opening that was 
her anus. He grinned at the thought of how well she was responding, and he 
remembered how she had squirmed against a finger in her rectum when Eddie 
Johnson had shoved it into her for awhile. He slid his hand between her 
ass-cheeks and found her tiny puckered anus cradled defenselessly beneath 
his balls. It was warm and rubbery, and he felt it opening and closing with 
the movement of her loins. 

"Not this time," she begged. 

"All right," he nodded, "but the next time I'm going to fuck that sweet ass 
of yours." 

Next time! The boy was already assuming there would be a next time. Well, 
her insisting not this time had made it sound as if she expected there would 
be a next time, too. She thought about it, and realized the boy had said 
he'd wanted to sodomize her. She had read about such things, of course, but 
had never believed people actually did such things to one another. 

Marilyn realized she was enjoying what this boy was doing to her more than 
she enjoyed her own husband. She was thrilling to the way his throbbing cock 
was skewering her vagina, and though she had believed him to be dominating 
her, when she had told him not to finger her rectum, he had obeyed. It was 
very possible that the lines of communication were wide open. This was a new 
experience for her, because her husband, though not a dominant man, was set 
in his ways, and once they began fucking, there was almost no verbal 
communication between them, whatsoever. 

The boy was sliding his hand lower, running it over the smooth cheeks of her 
buttocks, and then he was reaching down and teasing the ragged inner lips of 
her vagina, feeling the soft hair-lined folds tightly clinging to his 
thrusting, rampaging hardness. 

Ron quickened his thrusts, slamming his hotly pulsating organ deeply into 
Marilyn's body again and again as she struggled beneath him squirming and 
writhing to the rhythm he had set. She was ready to peak. She knew it, and 
what was more, she knew the boy was aware of it, as well. He began pounding 
into her all the more strongly now, gripping her arms with his hands, 
pile-driving into her, repeatedly. He grunted and groaned, feeling his own 
satisfaction welling up inside him. Then she was shuddering. 

"AAAAAAIIIIIIYYYYYYAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHAAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!" she 
shrieked. 

"AAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHH HHHHUUUUUGGGGGHHHH!" the boy 
gasped in response, and began firing one blast after another into her 
trembling body, and his sperm set off a second climax in Marilyn. Thrills 
burst through her head and she shivered. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

It was ten minutes to seven and Ron was gone, at last. Marilyn felt sated as 
never before, but pangs of conscience were eating away at her. It had been 
bad enough when she had been raped by the first two boys, but to have all 
but willingly given herself to Ron Bellman was almost unconscionable. 
Almost! Not wholly. The boy had justified it by giving her the most rousing 
climax her body had ever enjoyed, and if she felt a sense of shame now, it 
was because her husband had never been able to evoke such feelings in her. 

Her husband! Ralph would be home very shortly, now, and she wanted to 
prepare supper for him. She wondered just what he'd like to eat. The store 
where he worked was only five minutes away by car, and so she decided she 
would call him and see what he wanted. 

Picking up the phone, she dialed, but when the person at the other end 
answered and she asked for Ralph Kalian, the other voice said, "I'm sorry, 
but Mr. Kalian left more than an hour ago." 

For a moment her heart began pounding in her chest, fearing Ralph might have 
come home, and, unnoticed, spotted her with the boy. 

"Doesn't Mr. Kalian usually work until seven-thirty?" she asked. 

"He leaves at six o'clock every night," the voice told her. 

"Thank you," Marilyn replied, and hung up the phone. 

Six o'clock every night! Where was he for an hour-and-a-half? 

She began wondering if Ralph was the only one who left a six o'clock and 
came home at seven-thirty. If other men did the same thing it was possible, 
they all stopped off in a bar to get a drink, though Ralph wasn't really a 
drinking man. 

Pearl Burns also had a husband who worked late, though Allan, her husband, 
owned his own pharmacy and it was easy to keep tabs on him. She was curious 
whether Pearl ever worried about her own husband, and phoned. Busy! Then she 
remembered, Pearl's phone was always busy for at least an hour between six 
and seven. Pearl certainly did a lot of talking, and that was strange, 
because when they had their weekly canasta games, Pearl was always the 
quietest one in the group. 

Curious, Marilyn, now once again dressed, wearing her blue dress and a 
sweater to cover her cleavage, left her house, got into her station wagon, 
and drove over to Pearl's house. Pearl lived in the wealthy section of the 
village of Baldrick. A half block away, she spotted her husband's car. 
Ralph's car? What was it doing outside a strange house? 

Marilyn was almost tempted to walk up to the house, but thought better of 
it. She'd go talk to her friend Pearl and see what Pearl had to say. 

When she approached the Burns house, a ranch house, Marilyn noticed all the 
lights were out. No, not quite. There was one light on in the rear, in one 
of the bedrooms. Well, Pearl had a phone in her bedroom. There was no reason 
why she shouldn't be talking from there. 

The Burns master bedroom had a window facing the side of the house next to 
it, but the house next door had no facing window, so Pearl had left her 
bedroom shade up. Against her instincts, Marilyn decided that before ringing 
the doorbell, she would peer into Pearl's bedroom window. She wanted to make 
certain she wasn't disturbing her friend. Even as she approached the window, 
which was half-open, Marilyn realized Pearl had company. It was a man, and 
Marilyn decided it might be better if she simply walked away. She turned 
away from the alley between the two houses, but then froze. The man was 
laughing, and only one man in the entire world had a laugh like that. Ralph! 
He had parked halfway down the block because he didn't want anyone seeing 
his car in front of the Burns home. Her Ralph, the man she had always been 
faithful to-until today, was in Pearl Bum's bedroom. How many other days had 
he spent there, while she waited for him at home, and Pearl's husband worked 
late in his drugstore? 

Moving silently down the alleyway, she approached the window in time to hear 
Pearl ask, "Don't you ever do kinky things with Marilyn?" 

"Nan!" Ralph was saying. "Marilyn's too straight for anything like we do. 
That's why you're so much fun, Pearl." 

Too straight. Why she had wanted to do kinky things with him all the time, 
but he was refusing, claiming only disturbed or deranged people ever did 
things differently. Here he was, totally naked, his cherubic face glowing 
with satisfaction, and from the drops of semen on top of the blue covers of 
Pearl's bed, it was obvious they had already had one sortie. It was also 
obvious Ralph wanted one more before leaving. 

Marilyn was angry, really angry. Now, for the first time, she felt justified 
in what she had done with Ron Bellman, and no longer felt pangs of 
conscience at the idea of the boy's wanting to return the following day. 
Well, well, well! 

She stepped into the darkness of the alleyway while still peering through 
the window, not wanting to be observed by the bedroom participants. 

"What now?" Pearl was saying, handing him some sun tan oil he had apparently 
asked her for. 

"Now," he told her, "we cover ourselves with the stuff. It'll make us nice 
and slippery, and it'll be a lot of fun fucking that way, too." 

Ralph was all of five-feet-eight inches tall, with a round stomach and a 
round face. He had no hair on the top of his head, and what was left in back 
was gray. He had gray eyes, too. His body was hairy, with a lot of jungle on 
his chest, under his arms, and on his groin. His flesh was light, and at the 
moment his rampant penis, which was red, save for the tip, was throbbing 
with expectancy. Marilyn had never realized her husband was so virile. No 
wonder he came home so knocked out every evening. After two orgasms with 
Pearl Bums, was it any wonder! 

Pearl was almost the exact opposite of Marilyn in every respect. A quiet, 
dignified woman at all times, she was a little cherubic, but on her the 
excess poundage looked good. Her hair was dark and short, and she had a 
round face, with a slender nose and a full mouth Ralph was kissing at that 
moment. Her breasts were very large, and because of their size tended to 
droop a little, but that didn't bother-Ralph who was squeezing them and 
bunching them as he had never fondled Marilyn's breasts. She had a thick 
waistline, and very, very full hips. Her stomach, oddly enough, was flat. 
Her hips were very round, as were her thighs, and Ralph was taking the time 
to pinch her very round buttocks. Driblets of semen were running down the 
insides of her thighs, attesting to what Ralph had done with her, earlier. 

Well, well! Marilyn thought. Let's see what I can learn from this fun-loving 
couple. 

Ralph was rubbing the suntan oil all over Pearl's rounded body, taking a lot 
of time to rub it into her crotch. He took a long time rubbing it on her 
breasts, making her bend over, rubbing the oil in the crack between her 
globous ass-cheeks, and then actually teasing her little anal pucker with 
the oil, as well. He was soon pushing his finger in and out of her ass-hole 
with ease, all covered with the suntan oil. 

"I think you're crazy," Pearl giggled, squeezing her ass-cheeks together, 
trying to trap his finger inside. But the slippery suntan oil made it easy 
for him to slide his finger out. 

Not once in all their marriage had Ralph touched Marilyn's anus. Now here he 
was, shoving a finger very blithely into Pearl's rectum, and the latter was 
enjoying it, immensely. When Pearl's buttocks undulated around and around, 
the sound of the squishing oil between them was heard loud and clear by the 
observing Marilyn. 

Going back to her car for a moment, Marilyn reached into the glove 
compartment and dug out the camera she'd had in there for the past three 
weeks, since returning from her vacation. She had grumbled about the roll of 
film in the camera being black and white at the time she had bought it, 
because there was no color film available. It was a high-speed film, and 
even with the poor light in the bedroom, Marilyn figured she ought to get 
some interesting shots. The photography teacher in school would develop this 
film for her. 

Returning to the window, she caught her husband in an embrace with Pearl and 
snapped a picture. When Ralph began rubbing more oil into Pearl's anal 
crack, Marilyn took two pictures. She was fuming, and she intended keeping 
these pictures just in case her husband ever walked in early and caught her 
in flagrante delicto, because from now on she intended fucking up a storm. 

"like the way I'm rubbing oil there?" Ralph was asking Pearl. 

"Why there?" Pearl was asking. 

"You'll see in a little while," the bald man told her. 

Marilyn saw from the thickness of her husband's cock that he was more than 
ready to fuck again. He had Pearl lying on the bed right now, on her belly. 
They had put an old sheet on top of the bed to catch the excess oil, because 
Pearl's body was thick with it. 

Ralph was hungry for more sexual delight, and his cock throbbed so much, it 
actually hurt. Well by the time he was finished, it would be shrunk to its 
flaccid state, and he might have enough strength left over to screw his own 
wife, tonight. What the hell! Marilyn was a good-enough lay, but she was his 
wife, and no wife of Ralph Kalian was going to involve herself in kinky 
stuff. Straight fucking was good enough for her. 

At the moment, Ralph even felt a little hostile, and he intended taking out 
his hostility on Pearl's body. Well, why not! Tuesday evening was his 
evening to be with Pearl. Just as he spent other evenings with other women, 
he knew Pearl spent other evening with other men. His wife was one of the 
few faithful women around, which, as far as he was concerned, was the way it 
should be. After all, other men's wives were meant to screw around. His own 
wife was meant to be faithful. 

Outside the window, Marilyn was having a ball taking pictures. She got some 
good ones of Pearl lying face-down on the bed, with her buttocks standing 
up, and her husband running his fingers in the hairline crack separating 
those gluteal mounds. Ralph's fingers made Pearl tingle all over, and her 
flesh was all aflutter with duck bumps. 

Pearl sighed. It was so nice to feel a man handling her the right way. Her 
own husband was always so tired from the pharmacy to ever really make her 
happy. She needed a lot of fucking to keep her pleased, and Allan just 
wasn't doing it anymore. 

"Now for a little flagellation," Ralph decided. 

"Easy," Pearl warned. "Don't leave any marks for Allan to see." 

"Of course not," Ralph laughed. "Ah, you nice juicy cunt," he said out loud, 
his voice jolting her for a moment, as if she were intent on getting up. 
That was when Ralph whacked her solidly across the buttocks. 

"Hey, watch it!" Pearl snapped. 

Ralph leaped to his feet and wrenched her thighs sloshingly apart, lifting 
her ankles so more oil seeped into her rectum. It made her wriggle-a little 
feeling the oil inside her. She began thrashing about in confusion. Ralph's 
hands grabbed her buttocks and began tugging the cheeks apart. "Hey!" Pearl 
shouted. "Just what do you think you're doing?" 

"Having total fun," Ralph replied. "The kind of fun I can never have at 
home, with a strait-laced wife." 

WHACK! 

His hand came down stingingly hard against her buttocks again, and it really 
hurt where he hit her, leaving the pink outline of his fingers against her 
white buttocks. Her tight ass-cheeks wiggled their approval of what he was 
doing in spite of her pretended indignance. 

Marilyn stared, taking another picture. She had never guessed her husband 
was a sadist. Well this was one game she had no desire to play. Pearl had 
big, fatty ass-cheeks. She was able to take a swat without too much pain. 
She, Marilyn, did not relish pain of any sort. 

"Come on, fucking cunt," Ralph continued saying. "So you like to play games, 
eh. Well we're going to have a fun time before I go home again." 

Ralph's hand slid between Pearl's thighs from the rear, and he reached up 
and cupped her pelvic bush with his hand, and squeezed. 

"Eeeeyowwwwwwwf" Pearl gasped, her hips churning and trying to thrust his 
hand away. Ralph smiled, his fingers tangled in her pubic hair, holding onto 
her all the more solidly while getting himself into position. Pearl, knowing 
what he intended, arched her hips back, suggestively. To Marilyn, it looked 
as if her husband intended fucking Pearl the way Eddie Johnson had fucked 
her, earlier. 

Pearl was apparently no slouch at this game of sadomasochism, either, and 
kicked back with her foot, catching Ralph in his stomach. The chubby man 
bent over and held onto her ankle, then gave her buttocks a few more slaps. 

"Now, sweet slut!" Ralph roared, waiting for her next kick, and when it 
came, brushed her leg to the side and slipped between her thighs. He brought 
his penis up hard and fast along the insides of her legs, the tip rubbing 
constantly against the oil. Pearl wiggled wildly, knowing full well what 
Ralph intended since he had done this many times before, though she always 
pretended she knew nothing about it. She wiggled crazily, her butt thrashing 
this way and that, not really frightened, but always pretending to be since 
it aroused Ralph that much more. 

Marilyn had a perfect view of everything. The bed and its occupants were in 
profile to the window, and there were crystal lamps on all over the room, 
keeping everything nice and bright. Too, there were mirrors all over-a 
dresser mirror, two wall mirrors, and there was even a mirror on the bed's 
headboard. 

Ralph reared back, pointing his aching penis at the tiny button between 
Pearl's well-greased ass cheeks. His hand still gripped her pubic hair, and 
he tugged on it, viciously, pulling Pearl back toward him as he thrust 
forward, solidly. He slammed his hips forward with thunderous velocity. 
SLUSH! 

Ralph's thick penis slid into the cranny between Pearl's ass-cheeks, and the 
head pressed itself against the shriveled rectal en try way, poised for an 
instant. Pearl squeezed her ass-cheeks tightly shut, but it didn't help, 
because they, like her ass-hole, had been thoroughly oiled. Little by 
little, as Marilyn stared with amazement, the thick penis began pushing its 
way into Pearl's tight ass-hole. 

Pearl's entire body went rigid in an attempt to force Ralph out. At first, 
there was that pain that always erupted between her ass-cheeks. Sometimes 
she found it difficult to tell whether Ralph's cock was sinking into her 
ass-hole or her vaginal well. He was much thicker than her own husband, and 
the two orifices were so close together, there was always a moment when pain 
shot through both of them before she was able to understand which well was 
containing the steam drill. The pain was excruciating and Pearl felt a 
jangled eruption of shuddering nerve-endings. Now she knew for certain which 
of her holes had the hot cock. 

"Ohhhhhhhh ... n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o..." Pearl gasped, and her belly slammed 
into the bed in an attempt to escape the punishing penis. Her buttocks rose 
and fell, rose and fell, and then her thighs flattened against the bed, and 
finally ... in went the cock. "Eeeeeyyyyaaaaggggghhhhh! Ralph, you bastard!" 
she gasped, shuddering. She struggled as if her ass was being ripped 
inside-out. 

Marilyn stared and saw her husband's huge prick was only an inch into the 
bottom of Pearl Bums. He began pressing harder, harder, harder, and it began 
sinking deeper. The oil made his entry considerably easier. As he pushed his 
penis in, oil actually squirted from her ass-hole to make room for the cock, 
and more oil began to dribble down Pearl's thighs. 

"Please ... please ... Ralph ... not there again ... " she begged, though 
the begging was more fake than real. Pearl loved the feeling of the pain. 
Slowly but surely the cock wormed its way deeper and deeper into Pearl's 
ass-hole. 

Pumping hard now, Ralph managed to get half the length of his prodigious 
penis into Pearl before she tightened up again. Her ass-hole gripped his 
throbbing length of slamming cock like a virgin vagina. She seemed to be 
trying to keep him from penetrating, but Ralph was persistent. He pushed, 
and the tightness of her rectum caused him some pain, but he sank his shaft 
between her butter-soft cheeks, anyway. 

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Ralph sighed, his penis feeling like a white hot knife driving 
into butter. 

Pearl writhed, the masochist in her glorying in the agony she felt for the 
moment. She was filled with fire. The flames were licking joyously from her 
ass-hole into her colon, into her small intestine, and then into her belly, 
itself. She thrust her buttocks up again and again, slamming at the terrible 
invader. Heaving, pounding, rotating and squirreling her lovely hips she 
thrilled to the delightful pain filling her, unable to keep from crying 
because of it. 

"Hhhhhuuuuuugggghhhhh ... uuuuuunnnnnngggggghhhhhh!" she gasped. 

"I'm going to shove my cock right up into your gut," Ralph told her. He 
gripped her ass-cheeks and peeled them apart like grapefruit rind and rooted 
his penis even more deeply into Pearl's tight rectum. Inch by inch he crept 
into her rear tunnel, feeling her narrow channel slowly enlarging, now 
starting to suck him in, and her interior was inflaming his penile flesh. 
Even his blood was boiling. 

Pearl began gasping and screeching as his hips pressed against the rounded 
cheeks of her buttocks. He was all the way into her now, and his terrible 
length was pushing into her large intestine, as well. It was deliciously 
agonizing, and Pearl was gasping for breath. Now Ralph began talking-once 
again something he never did with his own wife, thereby making Marilyn 
seethe. 

"It's good, really good," he encouraged. "Now pump those lovely hips up and 
down while I slam my cock in and out." 

Brushing tears from her eyes with the back of her hand, Pearl pressed her 
palms into the mattress beneath her and forced her buttocks to lift a 
little. His cock, which had slid back a little, now once again pushed into 
her rectum, filling it completely. It seemed to pour through her. It pumped 
in and out, and with each forward thrust a little more of the pain 
disappeared. He began churning and corkscrewing his penis in her shuddering 
rectum. It was all so wild and crazy because her little hole was so tight, 
and Pearl was able to feel every lunging thrust. 

"Fuck it into me!" she begged, letting Marilyn know that in spite of all the 
agony, she loved it. Her body pressed all the more deeply into the bed, and 
his belly was pressing against her rump and her back. He pushed in deeper, 
always deeper, always pulling back just enough so he was able to slam into 
her again. His throbbing penis filled her narrow anal stricture as her web 
of rectal muscles clutched at him and gripped him tightly, coaxing him again 
and again, letting him know she didn't want him to stop fucking her. 

Ralph stared at the woman's rounded buttocks moving up and down to his slow, 
steady, pounding rhythm, and as she watched, still taking pictures, Marilyn 
hated her husband for never having done this to her. The sucking noise of 
his penis in Pearl's ass-hole filled the bedroom. Oh she was tight! Was she 
ever tight! It took all of Ralph's strength to thrust into her each time, 
but little by little Pearl's interior was yielding. Her flesh was softening, 
opening up to his thrusting member. 

"Ooooooh ... good, isn't it!" Ralph gasped. "I love it, and I can tell you 
love it, too." 

"I ... uhhhhh ... oooooooh ... hhhhuuuuuunnnnnhhhhhh..." was all she was 
able to say as her ass-cheeks slapped against his belly. It was the sound of 
a thunderclap, though to Pearl it was the sensation of his hand walloping 
her buttocks all over again. She felt herself being more and more fulfilled 
as his throbbing organ pushed its way in and out, in and out. She was 
feeling hot all over, and the pressure was really getting to her. His penis 
was pulsing and throbbing inside, sending wild chills up her spine. 

"Lift your cheeks a little, you gorgeous woman," he told her, pumping into 
her like a madman. "Lift that ass of yours and maybe I can shove more cock 
into you." 

Pearl did as she was told, and surprisingly, it felt very good. He was 
pumping his throbbing cock in and out of her tight ass-hole, moving like a 
frenzied jackrabbit. Now his hard cock was jackhammering into her rectum, 
and Pearl's flesh seemed to melt under the attack. She began to wheeze and 
gasp, and the smells filling the room were so strong, even Marilyn, from 
where she stood, was able to smell them. They permeated the atmosphere like 
the scent of lilacs after a shower. The entire body of the chubby woman 
trembled and her thighs nearly collapsed under her. 

She was wheezing and gasping even louder now, panting, "Oh ... oh ... oh ... 
oh..." She was able to accept the penis completely now, as she had known 
from the start she would. It was a wonderfully thrilling pole stirring up 
rousing passion between the cheeks of her round posterior. Her sphincter was 
clinging to his cock like a sucking mouth, and the flesh of her rectal 
channel was clutching his penis. Her breasts were aflame with desire, and a 
rash of goose bumps rippled across her entire body. 

"Come!" Pearl screamed. "I want to feel you come in my ass." 

"Yeah!" Ralph grunted. 

"Come, damn you! Shoot that stuff into me." 

Marilyn stared, intrigued by it all. She would have never believed a woman 
would have enjoyed such a thing, but it was obvious Pearl Burns was enjoying 
herself immensely. Just looking at this made Marilyn's vagina ache for more 
of a thick penis. But she didn't dare burst in on her husband, right now. To 
do so, and to let him know she was aware of what he was doing, would cost 
her the entire advantage she now held over him. 

She continued staring, and though she wanted to linger herself, she refused 
to do it. Those days of self-stimulation were gone. There were a lot of 
penises around, and although she intended being discreet in her selection, 
she expected she would have quite a variety of them, in awhile. 

Ralph was stroking faster and faster into Pearl's rectum, holding his sperm 
back with a supreme concentration of willpower. 

Pearl was begging him to come, which meant she was close to an orgasm, 
herself. He wanted to intensify her climax by making her feel it in two 
places at once. He wrapped his arms tightly around her body and sank his 
fingers into the openness of her seething vagina, rubbing and stimulating 
her clitoris. It was what was needed to set Pearl off. 

"AAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEE ... YYYYYYYYAAAAAAIIIIIIGGGGGHHHHHHAAAAGGGGHHHH!" the 
slightly pudgy woman shrieked, slamming her buttocks solidly back against 
the body of the man behind her. Ralph hit her with his cock again and again, 
increasing the speed of his poking as he felt the sensations continuing to 
build inside him. 

"Gonna come! Gonna come!" he gasped. 

"Yes." Pearl encouraged, her voice almost a whisper. "Come! Come in my ass!" 

"EEEEEEEEYYYYYYOOOOOWWWW-AAAAAUUUUUUGGG-GGHHHHHHAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" Ralph 
bellowed, and began firing his semen into the depths of Pearl's colon, 
filling her with his warm fluid, repeatedly. 

Marilyn stared, jealous that another woman was enjoying such things with her 
own husband while Ralph refused to indulge in such things with her. Had he 
been a stranger it would have been understandable. But he was treating 
Pearl, who was-in essence-a stranger, with more aplomb than he treated her, 
his own wife. 

Turning, Marilyn walked down the long alley and hurried to her station 
wagon. Things were going to change from now on. What was good for the gander 
was definitely good for the goose. All feelings of guilt she had felt with 
Ron Bellman had fallen by the wayside, never to be picked up, again. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Wednesday was the first real day of school for the kids at Baldrick High. 
Now that they knew where their classes were, and who their teachers were, 
the students would have to settle down to serious learning. 

Marilyn had no trouble getting through the day. At one point, in the middle 
of the day, the principal, Mr. Kuline, called her to his office. 

"Is there any problem?" Marilyn asked, walking in and taking the proffered 
seat as Kuline remained seated behind his desk wearing the same suit he'd 
worn the day before. 

"What happened between you and the Marlowe and Johnson kids?" Kuline asked. 

"What are you getting at?" Marilyn asked. 

"Are you aware that both boys are in the hospital with broken jaws and 
broken fingers?" 

"Good heavens, no!" Marilyn replied. 

"No one seems to be able to get out of them what happened. Now I know both 
were at your house for tutoring, yesterday." 

"Let me assure you that whatever happened to those boys, it didn't take 
place at my house," Marilyn insisted. 

"I know they pal around together..." 

"Yes, Harry Marlowe waited around for Ed Johnson to finish his lesson, and 
the two left together," Marilyn said, neglecting to mention how the boys had 
manhandled her. 

"Well, the only one left now is Ron Bellman. 

"Which is just as well," Marilyn said, "since he's .the only one who really 
wants to learn." 

"That Bellman boy is very bright. He's going to go far." 

"That he will," Marilyn assured the principal nervously. 

Leaving the office, she returned to her classes. During the one o'clock 
lunch break, Leo Gorten, the photography teacher came over to her, and said, 
"Where on earth did you get those pictures?" 

"Took 'em last night," she replied. 

They were in the school cafeteria, and though they ate the same food as the 
students, they didn't have to get on the same line. The cafeteria was large, 
with row after row of tables and benches filled with buzzing students. The 
walls were painted a sickly green and reminded Marilyn of hospital 
corridors. 

"You realize," Gorten told her, "that pictures like this are not supposed to 
be developed." 

"I know," Marilyn nodded. "That's why I asked you to do them for me." 

"Surely you could have chosen two better subjects," the photo teacher said. 

"This wasn't by choice," Marilyn replied. "The two in the pictures were 
doing it for love, not money." 

"Shame on you, playing peeping Tomasina." 

"I'm not the least little bit ashamed," Marilyn told him. 

"You know," Gorten said to her, "if I didn't know better, I'd swear you've 
changed considerably." 

"I have changed," Marilyn assured him. 

"Suppose you be a little more explicit," Gorten insisted. 

"I can be as explicit as you wish. Just how explicit do you want me to be?" 

"As explicit as possible, for you." 

"Very well," Marilyn replied. "Yesterday I had a revelation. Call it a 
miracle if you wish, but I discovered the glories of extra-curricular 
fucking." 

The photo teacher reddened for a moment, unable to believe this was the prim 
Mrs. Kalian talking. like everyone else in the school, he had tried making 
time with her, and like everyone else, he had failed. 

"Tell me more," he finally said. 

"Well," Marilyn said, as they took a table in the far corner of the 
cafeteria, putting their food trays down, "it has come to my attention that 
there's more to life than getting up, going to work, coming home, and being 
bored, day after day." 

"Just how did you receive this revelation?" 

"Now you're trying to look a gift horse in the mouth." 

"Pardon?" 

"I think I just made myself pretty explicit." 

"Are you trying to proposition me?" he asked. "Not at all," Marilyn replied. 
"I'm waiting for you to proposition me. After all, I am a lady. But I expect 
more than a sleazy motel room and a fast fuck, if you'll pardon the 
expression." 

"Do you want violins, candlelight and bon-bons?" 

"That would be a good idea for a start," Marilyn admitted. "After all, we 
can't exactly go out and be seen by other people, now can we?" 

"Well, hardly." 

"I'm a lady, Leo, not a whore. My body is not for sale. It is for use by 
certain select individuals whom I admire and whom I believe will have 
respect for me." 

"I see," Gorten nodded. "You're letting me know that I'm on your list." 

"As a matter-of-fact, you head the list." 

"I appreciate that, but I'd still like to know what brought about your 
change of heart." 

"That, dear Leo, is none of your business. Now the only remaining questions, 
which you should already have the answers to are, when and where?" 

"Saturday?" 

"A lovely day." 

"One o'clock?" 

"An excellent time. My husband is still working, then." 

"Shall we meet at the La Rada Motel?" 

"I'll be there at precisely one-fifteen. Have the room already picked out so 
I can park my wagon in the rear where no one will see it." 

"You know," Gorton told her, "I still can't believe it. I mean, you, Marilyn 
Kalian, of all people." 

"Just consider yourself lucky," Marilyn told him. "I hope you live up to 
expectations." 

"I will," he assured her. 

"To be honest, Leo, I like what is euphemistically termed, imagine fucking. 
No branding irons, whips, or leather, but lots of imagine fucking. Get me?" 

"I understand," Gorton nodded. 

The two of them finished eating, and then, when the bell rang, went to their 
respective classes. 

As far as Marilyn was concerned, Leo Gorten was just the beginning. The 
village was filled with interesting men; discreet men who didn't fuck and 
tell. These were the only kinds she was interested in. 

At the end of the school day, she sighed, looking at the results of the 
first open test she had given on things the students in her various classes 
ought to have learned in their previous year. Fully half the kids in all her 
classes were total ignoramuses. Trying to knock some sense into their heads 
was a complete waste of time. 

Putting all the test papers into a briefcase, she carried it to her station 
wagon, dumped everything in, then got behind the wheel and drove directly 
home. She was home at three-fifteen, and she went upstairs and took a long, 
leisurely bath. 

Leaving the bathtub, she opened the little drawer in the bathroom counter 
and removed the dildo. This she dropped in the nearby trash can. It was 
something she would never need again. A lot of things would never be needed 
again, including imaginary lovers, especially when there were so many of the 
real thing around. 

Putting on a sheer negligee and nothing else, Marilyn went downstairs and 
poured herself a glass of wine. She sipped at it slowly, contemplating her 
future, and as far as she was concerned, it looked very rosy. like the song 
said, she had a lotta livin' to do. 

At four o'clock, she left her front door open with only the screen door 
shut, and she went upstairs, taking off her robe. When the doorbell rang, 
moments later, she called down, "Come in, Ron." 

The door was heard to open and close, and then he shut the regular door as 
well, and came hurrying up the stairs when Marilyn called down and invited 
him up. He walked into her bedroom, and she was lying on her bed, totally 
naked, her arms extended to him. 

"Oh Wow!" Ron Bellman gasped. "For a little while I was afraid that after 
yesterday you wouldn't even want to see me anymore." 

"Don't be silly," Marilyn assured him, tugging him down and kissing him hard 
on the mouth. "Yesterday was only the beginning, only the beginning." 


THE END
