Blackmailed Teacher
by Erika Norman
(RX-465)


FOREWORD 

It is a curious fact of Modern American Life that no one is surprised or 
offended to hear of a man becoming romantically involved with a much younger 
woman-but that people are shocked and repulsed to hear of a woman becoming 
involved with a much younger man. This sort of involvement somehow does not 
seem "right" to us, and we accuse the woman of "robbing the cradle." This 
state of mind undoubtedly reflects the sexism still rampant in our society, 
but it is not the purpose of this Foreword to analyze the causes of such 
attitudes. Our purpose is merely to introduce this novel, the story of just 
such an older woman. 

The heroine, Jane Martin, is forty years old and has been a decent and 
respected woman all her life, a successful grade-school teacher. In her 
fortieth year, however, her career and reputation become threatened by her 
sudden sexual involvement with some very young men-young enough to be her 
grandsons. What could drive a modest and moral woman like Jane Martin to 
risk everything in a bizarre entanglement of this sort? 

In asking such a question, we are automatically assuming that the sexual 
involvement was voluntary, and that it must have been the older woman's 
idea, not the idea of the boys. In the present work, however, this is not 
the case. Jane Martin is in fact coerced into an affair with three young 
boys-by the boys themselves. Lest we dismiss this plot as unrealistic, we 
ought to consider the work of Sigmund Freud in uncovering the surprisingly 
rich sexual life of the child. In "The Sexual Enlightenment of Children," 
Freud wrote: "The child is long before puberty capable of mature love, 
lacking only the ability for reproduction." And in "New Introductory 
Lectures on Psychoanalysis," Freud stated: "Small children are notoriously 
amoral. They have no internal inhibitions against their pleasure-seeking 
impulses." 

In other words, several young boys attracted to an older woman would see no 
moral prohibitions against having an affair with her-but the woman herself 
might suffer great guilt from such an involvement. This makes it easier to 
understand how, in the present work, the "older woman" is not necessarily 
the aggressor, how she can actually be the "victim" of the young boys. We do 
not attempt to judge either the woman or the boys, but merely wish to point 
out that the "older woman" in such cases is not always the villain of the 
piece, not always the seducer. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Miss Jane Martin gave a big sigh of relief as she watched her sixth graders 
leave the classroom. Somehow the day had seemed unusually long. The class 
had been restless and inattentive-and so had Jane. Her mind hadn't been on 
her work at all. For hours she'd been unable to think of anything but the 
nagging lust that seemed to plague her so often recently. 

Jane blushed as she thought of it. God, here she was, forty years old, a 
respected schoolteacher, never married, and she was as horny as a teenager! 
She needed a man so badly, she sometimes wanted to moan out loud. It was an 
embarrassing problem, and she just didn't know what she was going to do 
about it. 

In the women teachers' lounge, Jane paused to look at herself in the mirror. 
For a woman of forty, she certainly wasn't in bad shape. Tall, 
olive-skinned, and dark-haired, she had a busty, shapely figure that could 
still make men stare on the streets. Her face, with big dark eyes and even 
features, was attractive. She wasn't a young girl any more, though, and she 
knew how hard it was to find a man. 

After all, she'd been trying all her life, but men just didn't seem 
interested in bookish spinster schoolteachers. She might as well forget 
about finding a lover at this late date. She'd have to do something else 
about her embarrassing problem-maybe buy a dildo? Jane blushed again. She 
knew she'd never have the nerve to do a thing like that. So what was she 
going to do? Night after night she tossed and turned, unable to sleep, dying 
for the hard thick pressure of a cock inside her burning wet cunt.... 

"Oh, stop it," she said to her reflection. "Stop it. Forget it. No man wants 
you." 

That wasn't quite true. Just once in her life a man had wanted her-badly 
enough to risk going to prison. It had been ten years ago, but Jane 
remembered the incident vividly. She ought to; it was the one and only time 
in her life she'd ever been fucked. Standing in the teachers' lounge, she 
let her mind drift back in time, re-living the experience once more.... 

Thirty-year-old Jane Martin was working in the big city then, and one Friday 
evening she stayed at school quite late to finish grading some papers. It 
was growing dark when she started to walk home. She knew it was foolish to 
go through the park so late in the evening, but she always went that way 
because it was a beautiful walk. Besides, no man was going to molest HER! 
They never did. 

Jane started through the thickly wooded park and was relieved to find no one 
else around. The rest of America was parked in front of a million TV sets at 
that time of the evening. She strode along, enjoying the scenery, not really 
worrying about possible danger. She was halfway through the park when a man 
suddenly leaped from the bushes and blocked her path. 

Jane was so surprised, she just stood and stared at him. He was a very big 
man, over six feet, with huge broad shoulders and heavily muscled legs and 
arms. He wore blue denim work clothes. His heavy whiskers and long hair hid 
most of his features, but Jane could detect a long ugly scar down one side 
of his face, and a broken nose. He was an ugly and menacing figure. 

Still she didn't sense the danger. After a moment of surprise, she continued 
walking toward the man, assuming he'd get out of the way. When she was about 
three feet from him, he still hadn't moved. He was staring hard at her, and 
his eyes had a strange glint. Jane began to get annoyed. 

"You're in my way," she said coolly. "Will you please let me by?" 

The man didn't move or speak, though he was breathing fast and heavily. Jane 
sighed and started to step around him, off the path, when he suddenly 
grabbed her and started pulling her into the bushes. She was so surprised, 
she didn't even scream. She was a tall woman, and strong, but this man had 
no trouble dragging her, one powerful arm around her waist. 

"Let me go," Jane said angrily. "What do you think you're doing? Let go or 
I'll scream." 

He hit her hard across the face, and for a moment she lost consciousness, 
sagging to the ground. When she came to, he'd dragged her farther into the 
dense bushes, into a little clearing that could not be seen from the path. 
She was lying on her back, and the heavily breathing man was kneeling beside 
her, unbuttoning her blouse. 

Jane gasped, but he clapped a big rough hand over her mouth and said in a 
harsh rasping voice, "You keep quiet or I'll kill you. You understand?" 

Jane nodded. She had no doubt the man could kill her, he was so big and 
powerful. She lay still, trying to think what to do, and he went on fumbling 
with her blouse. Her purse lay untouched where she'd dropped it. He wasn't 
after her money. Panting in his excitement, he finally got her blouse open 
and drew it off. He reached around her to unhook her bra. 

Jane suppressed an hysterical laugh. It was ridiculous enough being a 
thirty-year-old virgin, but even worse to know you had to be raped in order 
to lose your virginity. For years she'd wanted to lose it, but there'd been 
no takers. This was her chance. All she had to do was submit-and she'd 
finally find out what sex was like. God knows she'd wondered for years. 

This wasn't the way she wanted it, though, not with this brute, not by 
force. As he unhooked her bra and started to draw it off, Jane said, "Oh, 
no, no, please...." 

The man glared at her. "I told you to keep .quiet, lady," he said in his 
menacing raspy voice. "This ain't gonna take long. You cooperate, and you 
might get out of it alive." 

Jane shuddered. His touch was rough, and he smelled hot and sweaty. He took 
off her bra and gawked at her large ripe breasts, his eyes going glassy with 
horny excitement. She knew her breasts were rather spectacular, big swollen 
melons of creamy flesh capped with large cone-shaped light brown nipples. 
She blushed deeply. No man had ever seen her naked tits before. 

"Jesus, you got big knockers," the man said, making her blush even more at 
his coarse appreciation. He reached down and greedily cupped her tits, 
squeezing the silky flesh almost roughly. Jane gasped and trembled. 

She experienced a strange wicked pleasure as the would-be rapist started to 
fondle her breasts. Her big ripe tits responded eagerly to his touch, 
pulsing and swelling. He rubbed his hands all over the creamy tender globes, 
and she felt her nipples going erect and sensitive. Her conscience rejected 
this man, but her immoral body was eager for him.... 

For so long she'd wanted what other woman had, a man's touch, a man's body 
next to hers in bed. Everything she'd heard and read told her that sex was 
the supreme pleasure. Now she was going to find out. Why did it have to be 
this way, though, at the hands of this savage animal? He started to unzip 
her skirt and pull if off, and Jane moaned in protest. 

"Oh, please," she said, softly, not daring to shout, "don't rape me." 

He gave her a very strange look, his eyes fierce and glowing. "Look," he 
said, "you can call it rape or whatever you want-but you're not gonna stop 
me. I haven't had a woman in fifteen years. I been in prison, doing a life 
sentence for murder. Today I escaped. For fifteen years I been thinking 
about pussy, and I can't wait any longer. You get the picture?" 

Jane nodded, pale and frightened. She knew now that any attempt at 
resistance could mean her death. She lay back limp and terrified, not 
wanting him, but knowing that rape was better than being killed. The man 
grunted in satisfaction and went back to taking off her skirt. 

"You're being smart now," he said. "I'd kill to get laid-and you know it. 
You just go on being smart, baby. You just lie there and keep quiet. Like I 
said, it ain't gonna take long." 

He took off her skirt and then her shoes and pantyhose. When she lay before 
him in nothing but her prim white cotton panties, she couldn't stop 
blushing. He seized her panties and eagerly tugged them down, exposing the 
raven-black glossy triangle of her bush. For the first time in her life she 
appeared naked before a man. 

"Nice," he said, breathing heavily, gawking at her naked body, "real nice. I 
picked a good one. Let's just get a look at that pussy." 

He seized her legs and pulled them roughly apart, exposing the most intimate 
parts of her body, the sleek scarlet flesh of her gash. Jane moaned in 
embarrassment. She closed her eyes, but she could still feel him staring at 
her naked slit. Then she heard the noise of a zipper as he started to take 
down his pants. 

She'd never seen a cock before. She simply couldn't resist looking. She 
opened her eyes and stared. The husky panting rapist was pulling his jeans 
down to his knees, and he wasn't wearing shorts. Jane saw his wiry black 
bush, the bloated red sac of his balls, and the pale thrust of his erect 
cock. It was the only cock she'd ever seen, so she had no basis of 
comparison. It looked menacingly huge to her. 

His cock was perhaps six inches of thick, pale blue-veined meat, capped with 
a naked circumcised purple head. His prick stood straight up, hugging his 
flat belly, stiff and swollen and taut. Jane felt a hot rush of juice in her 
pussy. At last she was going to discover the mysteries of sex. This man 
repulsed and terrified her, but somehow his cock didn't. She thought it was 
beautiful.... 

Still when he started to climb on top of her, her terror returned. She 
whimpered in fright and protest as he used his powerful legs to force her 
thighs apart. Then she felt the huge hot knobby head of his dick poking 
harshly against the tender flesh of her pussy, seeking the mouth of her 
cunt. 

"Oh, no," she said, "no ... I'm a virgin...." 

He chuckled harshly. "Don't give me that shit," he said. "No woman your age 
is a virgin." 

Jane wept at the irony of it. Of course she couldn't blame him. No one would 
believe a thirty-year-old woman could be a virgin. She felt the huge hard 
head of his erect cock slipping into the moist depression of her cunt mouth, 
stretching her tender pink cunt lips almost to bursting. He moaned excitedly 
and began to push into her. 

"Nooo," she whined, "oh, nooo...." 

He paid no attention. To her wonder and horror, Jane felt her tight tender 
cunt receiving a cock for the very first time. The thick hard throbbing meat 
very slowly invaded and stuffed her tight little passage, the man moaning 
and whining the whole time, till at last his big cock head touched her womb 
and his coarse-haired balls came to rest against her pussy. Her virginity 
was gone at last. 

"Awww, Jesus," the man moaned, "so fuckin' TIGHT!!" 

Jane didn't really know how she felt, till he started moving. He started to 
fuck her in quick hard eager jabs, and suddenly her body reacted as if she 
were born for this moment. Hot lusty pleasure washed over her, and she 
thought she'd never felt anything as wonderful as the quick thick strokes of 
his swollen dick in her horny little box. She began to cream abundantly all 
around his probing meat. 

"Yeah, yeah, baby, dig it," he whined. "I feel that juice, baby, I know 
you're liking it...." 

She was ashamed, but it was true-she was liking it enormously. She clung to 
him, worked her hips in time to his thrusts, moaned her pleasure. Fucking 
was the most fantastic pleasure she'd ever known. Her fear vanished 
completely as she lost herself in the dizzy joy of it, creaming helplessly, 
furiously, around his jerking dick. 

It wasn't long before she started to cum, wailing so shrilly that the rapist 
had to clap his hand over her mouth. He went on balling her stiffly, 
endlessly, and she came again and again, losing track of time. Yet it seemed 
all too soon when he suddenly yelped and began to squirt her tiny twat full 
of hot sizzling cum. She moaned with frustration as she felt his prick going 
limp and useless inside her. 

Jane would never forget her shameless behavior in the moments that followed. 
The man stood up and zipped his pants, but she just lay there with her legs 
lewdly spread, her pussy wantonly exposed to him. Worse than that, she heard 
her own voice, husky and starved, as she pleaded with him. 

"Please," she said, "please. Fuck me again...." 

He only laughed harshly and walked away. 

Ten years later Miss Jane Martin stood remembering the incident, her face 
flaming, her body trembling and hot. The door of the lounge suddenly swung 
open, and in walked another woman teacher, Miss Smith. She stared at Jane. 

"Are you all right, dear?" Miss Smith said. "You look so odd." 

Jane blushed even harder. "I-I'm fine, thank you," she said. "It's just been 
a very long day." 

She hurried from the lounge, out of the school building, and started to walk 
home. She was bitterly ashamed of herself. She simply had to use her 
will-power and get her mind off sex. As soon as she got home, she'd take a 
cold shower. It was ridiculous and shameful for a woman her age to be 
preoccupied with sex all the time. 

Jane worked in a small town now, and the walk home was not only safe, it was 
refreshing and beautiful. She walked through woods and meadows, enjoying the 
warm late spring day. She was passing a little grove of trees when she heard 
strange noises-panting, scuffling, giggling. She paused to investigate, 
creeping quietly up to the grove and peering from behind a tree. 

There in the small clearing was one of her students, twelve-year-old Patty, 
with an older boy, a kid of about sixteen. They were kissing hungrily. Jane 
reddened with annoyance. Patty was well-developed for a girl her age-far too 
well developed in every respect. Though she was only twelve, her body was 
that of a mature woman, and she was the most boy-crazy girl in Jane's class. 
Patty was clearly headed for trouble. 

The girl had thick honey blonde hair, large ripe tits, a curvy little 
body-and it was all driving the boy crazy. As he kissed Patty, he ran his 
hands feverishly over her body, rumpling her clothes. Patty giggled and made 
a feeble attempt to push his hands away. 

"Rick, you be nice," she said, tittering. "I said you could have just one 
kiss." 

"Oh, Christ, Patty," the boy said with a horny moan, "that's not enough. 
Please, please ... Let me just take your clothes off." 

"Why, Rick, you naughty thing," Patty said. 

Nevertheless she made no resistance when the red-faced horny kid started 
undressing her. Patty liked to tease, but she was too hot-blooded to say no. 
Jane spied on the kids, her face flaming. She'd long suspected Patty was no 
virgin, and it looked like her guess was correct. The question was, what to 
do? As a teacher, wasn't it her duty to stop the kids before they went too 
far? 

Jane told herself that her alarm was premature. Maybe Patty was innocent and 
didn't really mean to go all the way with this Rick. Better to wait a moment 
and see what happened. Jane watched breathlessly as the panting eager boy 
undressed Patty and gawked at her delicious little naked body. 

It was worth gawking at, Jane had to admit. Patty was a petite girl but 
stacked. Her tiny waist blossomed into full mature hips, and her young tits 
were as big as canteloupes, round and full and swollen, capped with pretty 
little pink nipples. Her bush was golden blonde and thick, as lush and wide 
as a mature woman's. Her gash was scarlet and glistening with pussy juice. 

"Oh, Jesus," Rick said in a croaky voice, "you're beautiful, Patty. I just 
gotta touch you...." 

"Uh-unh," Patty said with a teasing grin. "No fair. You gotta take off your 
clothes, too, Rick. Come on, do it. Then you can touch me." 

Rick blushed but obeyed. Jane felt a strange excitement coming over her as 
she watched the teenage boy quickly stripping. His shoulders and chest were 
still narrow, his limbs slim, his body almost hairless-but his cock wasn't 
that of a child. The slim pale rod, erect and hugging his belly, was a good 
four inches long, springing from a small brown crisp bush. The wrinkled 
foreskin was drawn back, exposing the pretty, cherry-red head of his stiff 
young cock. 

Jane felt a sudden rush of hot cream soaking the crotch of her panties. It 
had been ten years since she'd seen a cock, but even this adolescent 
boy-prick aroused her-just as the rapist's naked dick had aroused her so 
hotly a decade ago. She could use a little of that good stiff cock herself. 
Oh, God, how she could use it.... 

"Why, Rick," Patty said teasingly, "you've got a hard-on. What a naughty 
boy...." 

Poor Rick was beyond words. Driven almost wild by lust, he could only whine 
hoarsely as he staggered toward the naked girl. Patty played the scene for 
all it was worth, lying on her back with her legs wantonly open, displaying 
her pretty little snatch, goading the poor kid till he suddenly howled and 
threw himself onto her. 

"Rick, NO," Patty said, laughing, "that's not nice." 

Her resistance didn't last long, though. When Rick's stiff young cock 
touched her creamy little pussy, she suddenly moaned with need and let him 
stuff the cherry-red head of his slim dick into the wet little mouth of her 
cunt. Jane could see plainly as Rick eagerly penetrated the girl, his pale 
prick slicing between her plump swollen cunt lips. 

"Oooooo, YES," Patty squealed, "ball me, Rick ... Oooooo, it feels sooo 
good...." 

Rick's slim ass began to fly as he eagerly fucked the squealing girl. Jane 
watched wide-eyed, feeling helpless lust, yearning envy. Oh, God, what she 
wouldn't give to be fucked like that ... She knew she wasn't going to 
interfere now. She was only going to watch. God help her, her lust had 
overcome her common sense. 

"Deeper, Rick," Patty whined, "put it in me DEEPER!! Oooo, yeah ... Now fuck 
me real hard, hard as you can...." 

Jane almost moaned out loud. Her cunt was dribbling a steady hot flood of 
juice, soaking right through the crotch of her panties. She was so horny, 
she couldn't control herself. She was ashamed of the way she'd sought relief 
all these long manless years, bringing herself off with her own fingers, but 
she just had to do it. Her need was overpowering. Panting, she pressed her 
skirt up against her seething crotch and began to rub her swollen pussy. 

She stood there shamelessly frigging herself, watching the two kids 
fuck-when suddenly she heard a twig snap behind her. She whirled and gawked 
at the man who'd approached within just a few feet. It was the principal of 
her school, Luke Dean. 

Mr. Dean glanced into the clearing and saw what the kids were doing. He 
looked at Jane as she blushingly snatched her hand away from her crotch. His 
expression was 'cold, pale, and disgusted. He beckoned Jane to follow him 
back to the path where the kids couldn't hear them. 

"Miss Martin," he said icily, "your behavior is outrageous. I think you'd 
better come to my office for a talk. This is a very serious matter indeed." 

"Yes, sir," Jane said miserably. 

This was it-the end of her career, the ruin of her reputation. She wanted to 
die of shame.... 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Luke Dean, the principal of Elmwood Elementary School, was fifty years old, 
unmarried, a skinny pale little man with thinning brown hair and rimless 
glasses. He was the terror of the whole teaching staff, a cold humorless 
dictator who severely punished even the smallest infraction of the rules. He 
looked like he'd have been much happier as an undertaker-it was a common 
joke around school that only a corpse could behave well enough to please Mr. 
Dean. 

That was why Jane had such a sinking feeling as she followed him back to the 
school and into his office. She expected to be fired on the spot. After all, 
he'd caught her frigging herself while she spied on two youngsters fucking. 
It was disgusting and shameful behavior, and it merited the heaviest 
penalty. 

"Sit down, Miss Martin," he said coldly. 

Jane sat in front of his desk, and he took his place behind it in his big 
leather chair. "I won't deny what I did, Mr. Dean," she said, deciding to 
get it over with. "I know you'll want me to resign. I only ask that you give 
me a chance-don't mention this incident to anyone. It won't happen again. I 
just want a chance to find a job in another town." 

Luke Dean said nothing for a long while, just looked at her. She felt his 
icy glance like a sharp needle. Behind his thick rimless glasses his little 
eyes were cold and blue. His small thin mouth was compressed into a slit of 
icy disapproval. He looked like a morally outraged rabbit. Jane thought she 
could pretty well guess what he was thinking. 

She was wrong. She would have been dumfounded to know that behind his desk, 
hidden from her sight, Luke Dean had a painfully stiff hard-on. He was 
frowning at her, staying quiet, until he could collect his thoughts and get 
himself under control. Only his sweating palms betrayed his keen 
excitement.... 

Luke Dean had never been popular with girls. He'd always been short and 
skinny and funny-looking, and he'd started losing his hair when he was in 
his twenties. After the painful years of his teens, when every girl he 
approached laughed at him and turned him down, he'd decided to get his sex 
only from whores. It was a lot easier that way. He just paid his money and 
got what he wanted, and the women never laughed at him. 

As principal of Elmwood, he had a position and a reputation to maintain, so 
he couldn't fool around in the small town. Once a month he went to the city 
for the weekend and spent the time with a hooker, indulging his pent-up 
lust. It was expensive, risky, and it didn't happen often enough to satisfy 
him. He'd often thought how nice it would be to have a woman right there in 
town-a woman who'd keep her mouth shut. Perhaps this was his chance, if he 
just played it right. . 

Finally he cleared his throat and began to speak in his high thin voice. He 
sounded cold and merciless to Jane, but it was all he could do not to squeak 
with excitement. His idea just had to work. Miss Martin was easily the most 
attractive of all his teachers. He'd wanted her for years. 

"Miss Martin," he said, "I don't think I can let you off so lightly. 
Consider what you did-masturbating in broad daylight while you watched two 
students fornicating." 

Jane blushed deeply and started to cry. Dean wiggled in his chair, getting 
hotly excited. He had her where he wanted her-but it was important to play 
the scene just right. He mustn't reveal his need till he got her to agree to 
his plan. This gorgeous brunette with the big thrusting breasts was his-if 
he was careful. 

"Oh, I know I behaved dreadfully, Mr. Dean," she said miserably, "and you 
have every right to fire me. But teaching is the only work I know, and I'm 
too old to start another career. I promise you on my honor that I'll never 
misbehave again. Please, please let me go with a good recommendation-that's 
all I ask." 

Dean did his best to look stern and cold. His cock was painfully stiff, 
crowding the tight crotch of his suit. God, what a turn-on it had 
been-sneaking up on Jane Martin while she frigged herself, watching those 
two kids ball. It was the most exciting sexual adventure he'd had in years. 
Plain old fucking didn't really do much for him any more. His tastes had 
gotten more and more kinky recently.... 

"I'm sorry, Miss Martin," he said primly, "but I couldn't do that. I can't 
close my eyes to such a glaring example of immorality on the part of a 
teacher. I won't give you a recommendation, and I can't let you go on to 
another job. You must stay here-and you must be punished." 

"Punished?" said Jane. "What do you mean? My God, you're not going to call 
in the police, are you? Oh, please, Mr. Dean, anything but that! If anyone 
found out, I'd die." 

Dean felt his straining cock weeping a big glob of juice. This scene was 
delicious, getting him hotly excited. He had her where he wanted her 
now-trembling, terrified, ready to do anything to save her reputation and 
her career. It was time to reveal his plan. 

"No, Miss Martin," he said coldly, "I don't intend to bring in the 
authorities or to tell anyone of your disgusting behavior. I intend to 
punish you myself. If you cooperate fully, you will go on working here, and 
no one will ever know what you did. But you must cooperate completely in 
your punishment." 

Jane didn't have the slightest idea what he was talking about, but she knew 
she'd do anything to keep the world from finding out what she'd done today. 
She'd do anything to keep her job, the work she loved. 

"Very well, Mr. Dean," she said, "I'll do whatever you want. Please 
explain." 

A funny little smile fluttered over his face, then vanished. He compressed 
his prim little mouth and said, "I will punish you whenever I consider it 
necessary and in whatever way I think best. The punishment will begin 
immediately. Stand up and take off your clothes, Miss Martin." 

Jane gawked at him, her mouth falling open. For a long time there'd been 
rumors that Dean was some kind of weirdo, and now she knew it. Good Lord, 
what was he going to do-put on black leather and whip her? She knew damned 
well that taking off her clothes was no part of a legitimate punishment. 

"Mr. Dean," she said, "you'd better explain." 

He glared at her. "There's only one thing I have to explain, Miss Martin," 
he said. "You either do as I say-or I'll tell everyone what you did this 
afternoon. That should be clear enough. You have a choice-so make it now." 

Jane thought fast. She decided to cooperate. If he did anything to hurt her, 
she could crush him like a bug-she was taller and stronger than he was. If 
his weird "punishment" didn't hurt, then she'd endure it. It would be better 
than losing her job and her reputation. She didn't like this sick scene at 
all, but she had to be practical. 

She stood up and started taking off her clothes. As she began to unbutton 
her blouse, Dean relaxed, leaning back in his chair, folding his hands, 
giving her a funny little smile. His little pale blue eyes fixed hungrily on 
her ripe cleavage as she opened her blouse. He licked his thin lips. 

"Perhaps a word of explanation is in order, Miss Martin," he said. "I am not 
attractive to women, but my needs are the same as any other man's. Therefore 
I have to find other ways of satisfying my needs. I patronize prostitutes, 
but I find it repulsive and expensive. It would be much better to have a 
woman here in town. I have a need-and so do you. I want sex, and you want 
secrecy. It makes sense for us to come to an agreement." 

Jane reddened. "I understand," she said coldly. "I understand perfectly, Mr. 
Dean." 

Oh, God, did she understand. She was to become Dean's unpaid whore, letting 
him use her body any way he wanted to. The idea sickened her, but what else 
could she do? She shuddered as she removed her bra. Dean sat up quickly and 
gawked at her naked breasts as the big heavy ripe melons wobbled into their 
natural shape, firm and thrusting. 

"Beautiful," he said hoarsely, "just beautiful. I always wondered if your 
breasts were for real. Now I know...." 

Jane almost gagged. She didn't want this pale little creep to see her naked, 
to touch her, use her, but it was still better than losing her career and 
her good name. She'd just have to endure it. Grimly she stepped out of her 
shoes and pantyhose and began to unzip her skirt. Dean sat bolt upright, 
licking his lips, watching her intently. 

"My God, my God," he said faintly. "You're even more beautiful than I 
imagined. I've wanted you for years, Miss Martin. Dreamed about you...." 

Jane could well imagine how he'd "dreamed" about her-no doubt frigging 
himself while he fantasized her in various lewd situations. It made her skin 
crawl. When she stepped out of her skirt, he started wriggling in his chair 
like a little kid who has to pee. He was grinning crookedly, little bubbles 
of saliva appearing at the corners of his mouth. 

"Hurry, hurry," he said in a shrill excited voice, "take off your panties." 

That was the hardest part. Jane blushed hotly and trembled with repulsion as 
she slowly inched down her white cotton panties. She hated revealing her 
most intimate parts to this drooling little pervert. She moaned in 
humiliation as the panties finally slithered down her legs, uncovering the 
lush black fur of her bush. 

Dean practically shot out of his chair. His eyes went wide and glassy as he 
stared at her large lush triangle of black mons fur. He made a little 
whimpering noise and licked his thin lips feverishly. Then slowly, moaning, 
he got up and licked his thin lips feverishly. Then slowly, moaning, he got 
up and walked around the desk toward her. 

Jane saw that he had a colossal erection-at least for him it was big. The 
fly of his pants was obscenely tented, and there was a little wet spot of 
cock juice. He walked up close to her, within a foot, and stood staring at 
her tall, lush naked body, his little pale eyes zipping up and down from her 
huge creamy thrusting jugs to her glossy black muff. She ached to throttle 
him with her bare hands-but she knew she must cooperate. 

At last he gave a big quivering sigh and said, "I want you to lie down on my 
desk, Miss Martin-on your back." 

Here it comes, Jane thought grimly. Dean quickly removed everything from the 
top of his desk, and Jane got up on it and stretched out on her back. Dean 
seized her ankles, his small hands cold yet drenched with sweat. He pulled 
her into the position he wanted, with her knees at the edge of the desk, her 
lower legs hanging over. 

"Open your legs," he said hoarsely. "Open them wide." 

"Oh, God," Jane moaned. 

She did as he said, opening her long shapely legs, exposing the lush red 
flesh of her pussy with its fringe of black curls. She saw Dean's eyes go 
hot as he looked between her legs-and then she closed her eyes, unable to 
bear the sight. She waited a moment, then felt his hot, moist breath fanning 
her pussy. 

"Beautiful," he said, "a really beautiful cunt...." 

Luke Dean stared and stared at Miss Martin's mature red gash, licking his 
lips, savoring the moment he'd dreamed of for so many years. She really was 
beautiful, her pussy rich and red and gleaming, the cunt lips swollen and 
plump. Her cunt mouth was deliriously small and dainty, and so was her 
clit-just a tiny button of red flesh peeking out from between the 
thick-furred lips of her mons. 

Unable to control himself a moment longer, Dean groaned and bent forward to 
bury his face in her thick black muff. It was clean and fragrant, 
wonderfully silky and thick. He liked big bushes and mature red slits. They 
made him very excited, made him do crazy things. He felt saliva pooling in 
his mouth. He giggled excitedly. 

"Ever had your pussy eaten, Miss Martin?" he said. 

She had her eyes tightly shut, and she blushed deeply. "No," she said 
coldly. 

"I think you'll like it," Dean said, grinning lewdly. "I think you'll like 
it very much." 

Like hell, Jane thought. She wouldn't like anything this sick little creep 
did to her. She felt him burrowing in her crotch, his face hot and flushed 
against her moist plump gash, and she shuddered with revulsion. What was he 
doing with his face between her legs? What kinky thing did he have in mind? 

Suddenly she found out. Dean's tongue, small and slick and hot, snaked 
swiftly over her crotch, right from the small light brown wrinkle of her 
asshole to the small slick lump of her clit. He licked her all over, 
sticking his tongue greedily into the plump juicy folds of her pussylips, 
rimming the wet little mouth of her cunt. His hungry wet tongue seemed to be 
everywhere. 

"Oooooo," Jane gasped. 

She couldn't help it-the incredible pleasure had taken her completely by 
surprise. She'd been so sure Dean couldn't please her in any way, but she'd 
never had her pussy licked before. She'd heard of pussy-eating, but she 
hadn't dreamed it would feel so great. His tongue felt delicious as it 
tickled and lashed all over her ever horny slit. She had to clench her teeth 
to keep from moaning with pleasure. 

She was damned if she'd let him know she liked it, of course. She wouldn't 
give the sick little creep THAT satisfaction. His tongue went on tickling 
all over her slick ripe snatch, giving her incredible pleasure, but she lay 
still and quiet, pretending she didn't feel a thing. The only giveaway was 
the helpless hot creaming of her aroused cunt. 

Suddenly Dean wormed his wet skinny tongue right into her box, thrusting 
deep, and Jane nearly rose off the table with an abrupt jolt of pleasure. 
Damn him, anyhow, he seemed to be doing his best to turn her on. She clamped 
her jaw even tighter to stifle her squeals of delight as her school 
principal slithered his wicked tongue in and out of her long-starved twat. 

As he tongue-fucked her creaming aroused hole, Jane couldn't help thinking 
how much she'd enjoy having her pussy eaten by a man she really liked. If 
even skinny bespectacled Luke Dean, whom she despised, could get her aroused 
this way, she'd go out of her mind with a man she had the hots for. She 
doubted if she'd ever be that lucky, though. She only seemed to attract 
creeps.... 

Dean's tongue slowly licked her pulsing hot tunnel clean of its thick 
fragrant cream. She felt him withdrawing, tickling up to tongue the hot 
sensitive button of her clit. Again she almost moaned aloud with pleasure. 
Nothing could possibly feel better than a man's slick swift tongue on her 
small but receptive joy button. Oh, God, if it were only someone besides 
Luke Dean.... 

He suddenly pressed his thin little mouth onto her clit and began to suck. 
Jane's lush body lurched, and she gave a muffled cry of joy. Each new thing 
he did to her seemed to feel even better than the last, if that was 
possible. He actually had her little button in his mouth, squeezing and 
sucking it with his lips, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. 

She didn't know how much longer she could hold out against melting pleasure 
like that. Her every impulse was to let herself go, howl her pleasure, and 
forget her image. If only she didn't dislike the man so much ... As he 
greedily and noisily sucked her tiny hot clit, she felt herself creaming all 
over his face. She wondered if he knew what that meant, if he was aware of 
how aroused he was getting her. 

Luke Dean knew pretty much what he was doing. Although Miss Martin lay stiff 
and quiet, he knew that his busy pussy licking was getting her hot. He could 
tell from the way she lurched and muffled her cries each time he surprised 
her by licking a new place. He knew from the way her gorgeous ripe body was 
flushed pink all over. The most obvious sign, though, was the furious and 
incessant leaking of her cunt, the steamy fragrant cream that soaked his 
face. 

He didn't care. After so many years with prostitutes, he didn't care if his 
partner got aroused at all. The only thing that mattered to Luke Dean was 
his own satisfaction, his own amusement. He wasn't eating her pussy to 
arouse her. He was doing it because pussy-eating aroused HIM! All he asked 
of the pretty schoolteacher was to lie still and let him use her crotch. 
Whether she liked it or not wasn't his concern. 

"Delicious," he said finally, lifting his flushed cream-soaked face from her 
fiery red slit. He smacked his lips-and saw her blush. That was one response 
that did interest him, her humiliation. Somehow it really excited him to 
make her blush, to see her shame. "You enjoyed that a great deal, didn't 
you, my dear?" he said, rubbing it in. 

"Nooooo," Jane moaned, "no, it was disgusting...." 

They both knew she was lying. Luke Dean chuckled and stepped back to start 
removing his clothes. "Nonsense," he said wickedly. "You loved it. You 
creamed all over my face. And now we're going to do something you'll like 
even more, Miss Martin. We're going to fuck." 

She turned beet red at the word "fuck". Dean was delighted. The shy and 
modest spinster was even more of a turn-on than he'd dreamed. Humming 
happily to himself, he drew off his shirt and T-shirt, shoes and socks. His 
cock was still hard as a rock, and now he knew just what reward lay in store 
for it. He'd had his tongue inside her cunt, and he knew it was exquisitely 
tight and hot and juicy. He could hardly wait to get his achingly stiff 
prick in there.... 

Jane heard the sound of his zipper, and she couldn't resist taking a peek. 
Somehow she just couldn't overcome her curiosity about cocks, even in the 
case of a man she despised. She let her eyes flutter open, and she saw the 
school principal stepping out of his pants. He quickly eased down his 
shorts, too, and stood there naked, leering at her ripe red gash. 

He had a pitiful little prick, Jane discovered, a mere dwarf of a cock even 
in its stiff erection. Barely four inches long and very slim, the pale 
blue-veined rod was no bigger than a boy's. It sprang from a sparse nest of 
brown and gray curls. Below, his red little nut sacs wobbled, small and puny 
and wrinkled. You could hardly say that Luke Dean was well hung. 

He caught her eye and leered at her. "All ready, Miss Martin?" he said. 
"Ready to be fucked?" 

"Never," Jane sobbed, "not by you ... Please, isn't there some other way for 
you to punish me? I'll do anything...." 

Luke Dean frowned. "You are never to question my judgment," he said coldly. 
"You can either do as I say-or I can tell the whole town what I caught you 
doing." 

Jane didn't argue any further. Anything was better than public disgrace-even 
balling this disgusting little sickle. She sobbed quietly as Luke Dean 
parted her long legs and nosed his hard little prick into the seething pulp 
of her pussy. She felt the rigid little rod popping into her wet cunt mouth, 
easing into her body. Luke Dean squealed shrilly, like a rutting rabbit. 

"This is delicious," he moaned. "Your cunt is so tight, my dear, so hot...." 

He began to jerk his hard little cock in her, fucking her in quick short 
hard jabs, squealing and whining. To her horror, Jane found that even Dean's 
small skinny prick felt great. She fought the feeling, but in just a few 
seconds she found herself spinning rapidly, dizzily, towards climax. My God, 
was she that hard up? 

"Nooooo," she moaned.... 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"No, oh, God, NO!" Jane Martin said. 

She knew she was really talking to herself. No way was Luke Dean going to 
stop balling her. The balding little principal was lost to everything but 
his squealing excitement as he jabbed his stiff little cock furiously in her 
wet tight box. No, she was talking to herself, not him, begging with herself 
not to let go, not to show her intense pleasure. 

It was a losing battle. She was so starved for sex, so long without a man, 
that Dean's hard swift balling brought her quickly to a panting dizzy 
surrender. She needed it too much, dammit. She had to have it ... Jane 
opened herself lewdly wide to him, setting her heels on the edge of the 
desk. She began to moan and whimper as she took the fierce jabs of his 
prick. 

"Ohhhhh," Jane gasped, "ohhhhh...." 

She saw his leering face between her thighs, his knowing look, and she 
blushed and closed her eyes. She hated herself for losing control, but she 
just had to have this fuck, no matter who was giving it to her. Moments 
later she felt her body beginning to convulse in a violent orgasm, and she 
couldn't restrain her screams of pleasure. 

"AHHHHH," she shrieked, "Ahhhhh, God, OOOOOO!!" 

She almost fainted with joy as the long-denied climax rocked her, and when 
she returned to her senses, she felt Dean balling her harder than ever, 
squealing shrilly. Then she felt the brief spurt of his jism deep in her 
cunt, felt his little prick shrivelling inside her. He gave a loud long 
sigh, then pulled out. 

"Excellent," he said, looking smugly at her. "I'm going to enjoy this 
relationship very much, Miss Martin." 

"Well, I'm not," Jane said hotly. She scrambled off the desk and started 
putting on her clothes. "I hope you're through with me for today," she said. 

"For the time being," he said, watching her as she dressed, "but I believe 
I'll come round to your house this evening, my dear. Yes, I will. I'd enjoy 
that." 

Jane shuddered. She dressed as fast as she could and hurried home. My God, 
what had she gotten herself into? How many years would she have to be the 
sex slave of that loathsome little man? She couldn't transfer to another 
school, because Dean wouldn't give her a good recommendation. She was stuck. 
As long as Luke Dean chose, he could fuck her, play kinky sexual games with 
her, whenever he wanted. 

She didn't think she could stand it. She'd simply have to talk to him, 
explain that an affair with him was more than she could stomach. After 
dinner she dressed as unprovocatively as she could, in old jeans and baggy 
sweatshirt, and pulled her long lush hair back in a tight unflattering bun. 
She was ready for his arrival. 

* * * 

At eight o'clock the doorbell rang. Jane answered it, blocking the doorway, 
so he couldn't get inside. It was Luke Dean, all right, dressed in the same 
dark mortician-like suit he wore at school. He looked at how she was 
dressed, and he frowned. 

"Miss Martin," he said disapprovingly, "you can do better than this. You 
knew I was coming over. You might have made yourself more attractive." 

"It doesn't make any difference," Jane said. "I'm not going to make love 
with you again. I have a few things to say to you, Mr. Dean, but I'm not 
letting you into my house. Let's walk in the back yard." 

Dean looked furious. As he followed her around the house and into the back 
yard, his small slit of a mouth was compressed, his rabbit-like face set in 
a dangerous scowl.... 

At that very moment three of Jane's sixth grade students were walking down 
the alley. Tom, Freddy, and Bill-all twelve year olds-had spent two hours 
after dinner looking for something interesting to do, but their search had 
been in vain. 

"This whole fuckin' town is dead, man," said Tom, a handsome tan boy with 
thick brown hair. 

"Deceased," said Freddy, a freckle-faced redhead. 

"Croaked," said Bill, a towhead with hair so thick and long that he looked 
like a sheepdog. "There's just nothing to do around this dumb hick place. 
I'll be glad when it's warm enough to swim in the creek." 

"That'll be another month," Tom said with a deep sigh. He happened to glance 
into Jane Martin's back yard, and suddenly he stopped still. He put his 
finger to his lips, signaling his buddies to be quiet. He said in a whisper, 
"Hey, I just saw Mr. Dean chasing Miss Martin, honest. Let's sneak over 
there and see what's happening." 

The three friends exchanged gleeful looks and sneaked up to the dense line 
of trees at the back of Miss Martin's yard. There were plenty of hiding 
places there. The boys got comfortable, then peered out from behind the 
trees. Not twenty feet away they saw their teacher, Miss Jane Martin, having 
a bitter loud argument with the school principal, Luke Dean. 

"Take your hands off me," said Jane, trying to pull her wrist out of his 
grasp. 

"Damn it, we had a deal," said Dean, holding her wrist even tighter. "Do you 
want me to tell the police what you did?" 

"No," Jane said nervously, "of course not. But I don't want to have an 
affair with you, either, Mr. Dean. It's-well, it's just distasteful to me, 
that's all." 

Dean laughed harshly. "Distasteful?" he said. "Nonsense. It certainly wasn't 
distasteful to you this afternoon when I fucked you in my office. You loved 
it. You went wild." 

The three spying boys exchanged looks of astonishment and delight. Old Dean 
balling Miss Martin? Incredible-but it would sure be a sight to see. They 
stifled their snickers and giggles, poking each other, as they went on 
watching. If they got very lucky, they might see something very interesting 
tonight. 

"I-I couldn't help that," Jane said, blushing hotly. "I'm a normal, healthy 
woman, and I have my needs. But you're not the man I want. Please, I'll do 
anything else you ask-but don't ask me to make love with you again." 

"There's only one thing I want," Dean said with a snarl, "and you're going 
to give it to me-unless you want me to call the police. That's final, Miss 
Martin. I won't change my mind. So your choice is the same as before-do as I 
ask or I'll tell what I know." 

The spying boys looked at each other, puzzled and curious. Apparently Miss 
Martin had done something wrong, and old Dean was threatening to tell on her 
unless she balled him. The boys wished they knew what she'd done-but that 
wasn't the point right now. The point was that Dean was forcing himself on 
her. The boys had no trouble choosing sides in the argument. They were 
solidly behind Miss Martin. 

School was a drag, and no teacher was perfect, but Miss Martin was about as 
nice as they come. All three boys had a huge letch for her, too, and spent 
long hours in her class gazing hornily at her huge thrusting breasts, 
shapely round ass, and opulent mature figure. They were always trying to 
look up her dress. They had horny fantasies about her and jacked off while 
thinking of her. 

Luke Dean, on the other hand, was a complete prick, a first-rate horse's 
ass. None of the kids liked him. He was always snooping around the school 
trying to catch kids doing something wrong, and he'd get on your case for 
the smallest infraction of the rules. He even used a paddle. Three-fourths 
of the student body would have cheered if Luke Dean suddenly dropped dead. 

So there was no doubt where the boys' loyalty stood. They weren't going to 
rush in and save Miss Martin, though. They were too afraid of Dean to try 
that. Also there was a chance of seeing some real action here, if they were 
lucky. All virgins, the boys were intensely curious about sex and would be 
delighted to see a couple of adults getting it on. 

So they stayed right where they were, in their hiding place, hoping Dean 
wouldn't get too rough with their teacher, but also hoping Miss Martin would 
change her mind. It would be so far out to see two grownups balling. Tom, 
Freddy and Bill wriggled in their excitement. 

"Oh, please, Mr. Dean," Jane said frantically, "don't ask me to do that 
again." 

"You're annoying me, Miss Martin," Dean said coldly. "I'm tired of arguing. 
I'm not going to change my mind. Our original bargain stands, and that's 
that. Now let's go into your house...." 

"NO," said Jane. 

She finally wrenched her wrist free of his grasp and started to run for the 
back door of her house. Dean proved surprisingly swift for such an old guy. 
He raced after her and tackled her before she even reached the steps. He and 
Miss Martin went tumbling onto the grass, rolling and wrestling in a 
desperate struggle. 

"Out of sight," said Freddy. "Can you dig it? Ol' Dean wanting to ball? I 
never thought he'd be interested." 

"Me either," said Tom, "but I hope he makes it with her. I'd sure like to 
see that." 

"Yeah, that'd be far out," said Bill. "We could see a real pussy and 
everything...." 

The boys sighed loudly. They'd never seen a naked woman before. They knew 
there were magazines that showed split beaver and everything else, but those 
magazines weren't sold in their small town. All they could get were a few 
pictures of tits. They were dying to know what women looked like below the 
waist. They were so eager, in fact, that they were almost rooting for Luke 
Dean. 

The wrestling couple rolled closer to the boys, and finally Dean landed on 
top of Miss Martin, quickly straddling her, his skinny legs tight around her 
waist. He seized her arms and pinned them to her sides. His glasses were on 
crooked, his thinning hair tousled, and he looked mad as hell. 

"Now, look, bitch," he said, "this is getting to be very tedious. I'm 
through arguing. You can either do as I say, right now, or I can go home and 
call the police. Which will it be?" 

Jane knew when she was beaten. She could tell that the skinny principal 
wasn't going to change his mind. He didn't care about her feelings, and he 
wasn't going to show her any mercy. Her choice was clear-submit to him or be 
publicly disgraced. Much as she hated Luke Dean, she knew what her choice 
had to be. 

"All right, damn you," she said, sobbing, "go ahead-but don't expect me to 
cooperate." 

Dean smiled-an icy smug little grin that turned her stomach. "Now you're 
being sensible," he said. "You know, this could be a lot of fun for both of 
us, if you'll just relax and stop this silly resistance. You know you liked 
it this afternoon when I-" 

"Don't talk about that," Jane said, blushing hotly. "Just do it-whatever 
you're going to do-and get it over with." 

Dean shrugged. He let go of her arms and pushed up her sweatshirt, 
uncovering her white cotton size 44-D bra. Behind the trees, the three 
spying boys barely stifled their excited gasps. Unable to contain 
themselves, they talked in frantic whispers. 

"Jesus, look at the size of her bra," said Tom. "Do you think it's padded?" 

"Man, I don't know," said Freddy. "It's hard to believe tits could be that 
big." 

"Oh, wow," said Bill, "I hope he takes her bra off. Come on, Mr. Dean, do 
it...." 

Almost as if hearing Bill's anxious prayer, Luke Dean reached under Jane 
Martin and unhooked her bra. The boys watched breathlessly as he drew off 
the white conical cups and tossed the garment aside. Miss Martin's tits were 
huge-and undeniably real. Even as she lay on her back, the mountainous jugs 
stuck straight up, firm and thrusting, the large nipples pointed. 

"Holy shit!" Freddy said with a big horny sigh. 

"They're real," Tom said in awe. 

"Oh, Christ, if only we could touch them," said Bill longingly. "That lucky 
old fart, Dean...." 

Luke Dean was doing just what all three boys longed to do-fondling Miss 
Martin's enormous, ripe tits. She looked disgusted and repulsed, but that 
didn't stop the skinny principal from taking big handfuls of creamy 
tit-flesh, squeezing and molding her huge silky breasts. As Tom, Bill and 
Freddy imagined themselves in Dean's place, they felt their young cocks go 
hard and stiff in their jeans. 

Jane lay in a daze on the soft moist grass, unwilling to believe this was 
really happening to her. She'd always disliked Luke Dean, found him 
repulsive from the day she met him-and here he was fondling her naked tits, 
practically drooling on them, and there was nothing she could do about it. 

"My God, your breasts are enormous," he said in his thin excited voice. 
"I've never seen any this large." 

"Please don't talk," Jane said, blushing with shame. "Oh, God, just do it 
and don't talk about it...." 

She doubted he even heard her. His little piggy blue eyes gleamed crazily, 
and he feverishly licked his lips as he pawed and squeezed her big satiny 
tits. He bent down and started licking her light brown cone-shaped nipples, 
and Jane flinched with sudden pleasure. Damn it, why did he have to do 
things that aroused her? He planted his mouth on her left nipple and began 
to suck it loudly, with a lewd slurping noise. Hot pleasure streaked through 
her body.... 

Freddy stifled a giggle. "Jeez," he said, "ol' Dean's licking and sucking 
her tit just like a baby." 

"Don't knock it, man," said Tom. "It looks like it might be fun." 

"I sure wouldn't mind trying it," said Bill. 

Jane felt her tender nipple going rigid and erect in Dean's drooly little 
mouth, and she was ashamed of herself. If only she had a lover, a man she 
cared about, she wouldn't get turned on by creeps like Dean. He started 
sucking her other nipple, his mouth scorching and wet, and it, too, went 
erect and bumpy between his lips. Jane was getting very horny, started to 
squirm, but she vowed she wouldn't let Dean know it. 

At last he sighed and slipped his mouth off her taut spit-soaked nipple. He 
slid down her body and unzipped her jeans. Jane moaned but didn't fight him. 
She knew she was going to have to go through with it. All she could do was 
indulge him and get it over with. 

Dean pulled down her jeans and then reached for the waistband of her 
sensible white cotton panties. Jane began to sob helplessly. She felt so 
humiliated to have this disgusting little man see her most intimate parts. 
His eyes gleamed lustily as he pulled down her panties and uncovered her 
dense black triangular bush. 

"Oh, man," Freddy moaned in his hiding place, "so THAT'S what it looks 
like...." 

The three boys were getting their first sight of pussy, and they felt their 
young cocks straining in their jeans and weeping big drops of juice. They 
thought Miss Martin's large black fur patch was beautiful. Apparently Dean 
did, too, for he suddenly moaned and buried his face in the silky 
raven-black fur. Miss Martin looked disgusted. 

After rubbing his face around in her muff for a few moments, moaning loudly, 
Dean sat up and forced her legs apart, pushing them back till her bent knees 
almost touched her huge tits. The three boys almost fell over each other 
scrambling for a closer view of Miss Martin's slit. They saw a gleaming red 
line of flesh encircled with black curls. 

"Wow," said Bill, "girls sure look different from boys." 

"Well, what'd you expect, dummy?" said Tom. 

"Oh, Jesus," said Freddy, "this is such a turn-on, I'm almost cumming. I can 
hardly wait till he sticks it in her." 

His feelings were passionately shared by his two buddies. They crawled 
closer to the adult couple, as close as they dared, lying on their bellies 
in the tall grass, gawking longingly at Jane's lush red pussy. Mr. Dean 
gawked at it, too, for a long moment-then knelt between her legs. 

'Open my pants," he said shakily. "Take my cock out." 

Jane was tempted to refuse, but she knew her ordeal would be over sooner if 
she cooperated. With trembling hands she unzipped Dean's fly and touched a 
cock for the first time in her life. She curled her fingers around the stiff 
little rod and drew it out into the light. To her surprise, it was very nice 
to touch-warm and silky and smooth. Dean whinnied like a colt as her fingers 
closed around his stiff little dick. 

He quickly tugged his pants down to his knees. Jane held his small rigid 
cock, staring at the purple engorged head. Bright bubbles of juice came from 
the small slit mouth. To her shame, she felt the impulse to play with his 
prick, explore it with her fingers and tongue. She let go of it as if it had 
been a poisonous snake. It snapped up to hug Dean's belly. 

He grinned lewdly. He scrunched down between her legs, and she felt the hard 
hot point of his cock nosing around in the slick swollen flesh of her gash. 
In spite of herself she felt hot excitement, and she knew she wanted that 
hard little rod inside her. She wanted desperately to be balled-even by Luke 
Dean. 

"Put it in," he said hoarsely. "Take my cock and put it in your cunt, Miss 
Martin." 

Damn him, how did he know she'd gladly obey? She could hardly wait. 
Despising herself, but too horny to hesitate, Jane reached down and found 
his silky hard skinny prick and directed it to her creamy little cunt mouth. 
She wedged the knobby drooling cock-head into her famished hole, and then 
Dean took over, squealing excitedly and thrusting hard, penetrating her 
fully in one greedy shove. 

"OOOOOO!" Jane wailed. 

She was lost. She threw her legs wide apart and let him fuck her, moaning 
and squealing with pleasure as she took the hard quick jabs of his cock. 
She'd worry later, feel guilty later. All her adult life she'd been starved 
for sex, and she couldn't resist it now, no matter who she got it from.... 

Not twenty feet away the three boys watched wide-eyed as their principal 
balled their favorite teacher. They watched Dean's skinny pale ass flying, 
watched his thin white prick zipping in and out of Miss Martin's plump red 
cunt lips. It was just too much. Each boy reached down and began rubbing his 
hard young prick, jacking off as he watched. 

When Miss Martin started cumming with a shrill howl, the boys came, too. 
They envied Dean with all their heart when he finally yelped and shot his 
load into Miss Martin's flooding cunt. 

"That asshole," Freddy said, "he doesn't deserve it." 

"Wish it could be us instead," said Bill. 

Tom turned to them with a mischievous grin. "Well," he said, "why can't it 
be us? We could ball her, too. I've got an idea...." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

All day the boys could think of nothing but Tom's wild plan. They sat in 
Miss Martin's class gawking at her hungrily while she tried to teach them 
English, math and history. They didn't hear a word she said. Each of them 
was thinking of what he'd seen last night, her ripe red pussy with its 
fringe of black curls. If Tom's scheme worked, they'd all be poking their 
ready young cocks into her very soon.... 

Tom, Freddy and Bill had been tight buddies ever since first grade. They 
went everywhere together, studied together, and fought as a team. Just this 
year things had started to change a little, because suddenly they were all 
interested in girls. The topic of their conversation had changed. They 
didn't play war games any more or talk about being a team of astronauts. 
They talked about sex. 

The problem was, they could pool all their knowlege about sex and it 
wouldn't fill a thimble. Their parents wouldn't tell them anything except 
that sex makes babies, which every dummy knew even in the third grade. All 
they knew was what they heard from older kids, and that wasn't much. They 
decided that the only way they were going to learn anything was from 
experience-but who was going to ball three twelve-year-olds? 

Now suddenly they had a real chance to find out all about woman and sex, if 
only Tom's idea worked. They intended to try it this very day, as soon as 
school was out, but the hours seemed to pass like centuries. Miss Martin 
walked back and forth in front of them, her huge thrusting tits wobbling 
enticingly, and by the last period they all had aching cock-stands which 
they covered with their math books. It was hell. 

Suddenly Miss Martin was asking Tom a question, and he hadn't the faintest 
idea what she was talking about. "Huh?" he said. 

Miss Martin flushed and looked angry. "Tom," she said sternly, "you haven't 
been paying attention. You'll have to stay after class." 

"Yes, teacher," he said blissfully. 

Jane wondered why the kid looked so happy. Ordinarily staying after class 
was considered a terrible punishment. She repeated the question, addressing 
red-haired Freddy. "Huh?" said Freddy. 

Jane was getting very annoyed. Wasn't anyone paying attention? "You stay 
after class, too, Freddy," she said. She turned to Bill, the blond kid with 
the sheepdog hair, and asked him the question. He didn't even say huh, he 
just gawked at her, open-mouthed. 

"You three boys should be ashamed," Jane said. "Math is very important to 
your futures. Very well. All three of you will stay after class." 

The other kids snickered, but Tom, Bill and Freddy just grinned. Things were 
working out better than they'd hoped. They'd needed an excuse to be alone 
with Miss Martin, and now they had one. The dismissal bell rang at last, and 
the rest of the kids hurried out of the room. 

Miss Martin closed the door as the last of the kids left and turned to the 
three boys, her face grim. Tom, Bill, and Freddy could barely contain their 
smirks of glee. In fact they must have failed, because Miss Martin scowled 
at them. 

"I don't know what you three are grinning about," she said angrily, "but you 
won't be grinning for long. I intend to take you over this math till you've 
learned it, no matter how late you have to stay." 

She waited for their faces to fall, but they just went on grinning. Sighing, 
Jane opened the math text to the day's lesson. "Page forty-two," she said, 
expecting the boys to open their books. Instead they left the books lying in 
their laps. "Will you pick up your books, please?" she said with irritation. 

They started to snicker. They picked up their math books from their laps-and 
Jane saw, to her horror, that all three boys had fierce erections, their 
young cocks lewdly tenting the crotches of their jeans. Her mouth fell open, 
and she blushed right down to her toes. 

"This is NOT funny," she said to the snickering boys. "This is disgusting. 
I've had it with you three. I'm taking you to the principal." 

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Miss Martin," said Tom with a strange 
smile. "I don't think he'd wanta hear what we have to say." Freddy and Bill 
looked at him eagerly. He was starting to carry out their plan. They prayed 
it would work. 

"Just what do you mean by that, young man?" Jane said angrily. 

Tom grinned boldly at her. "We saw what you did," he said. "We were walking 
down your alley last night, and we saw you and Mr. Dean balling." 

Jane's mouth fell open, and she turned deathly pale-a paleness which quickly 
changed to a hot red blush. Oh, God, what was she going to do? If anyone 
ever learned that she'd fucked the principal, she'd lose her job for sure. 
She wished she could fall through the floor and disappear-but she was stuck 
there with those three boys and their knowing grins. She didn't know what to 
say or do. 

Tom laid his math book aside and stood up. His two buddies, Bill and Freddy, 
stood up, too, and the three boys walked slowly toward her. Jane sensed 
danger, and she started backing up. The silent pursuit continued until she 
backed into the blackboard and could retreat no further. The boys came 
within two feet of her and stopped, their jeans lewdly tented with their 
cock-stands. 

"Yeah," said Tom, "we saw you fucking Mr. Dean. You really got off on it, 
too, yelling and all. I bet you wouldn't want anybody to know about that, 
would you, teacher?" 

Jane swallowed hard. "N-no," she said, "I wouldn't. Please, boys, you won't 
tell anyone, will you?" 

"No," said Tom, "we'll promise never to tell what we saw, Miss Martin, if 
you'll just do something for us in return." 

"What do you want?" said Jane. 

The boys started to giggle. Finally Tom managed to control himself. He 
leered at her and said, "We want a get some of that action, too, Miss 
Martin. So we'll promise not to tell-if you'll fuck us." 

"WHAT?" said Jane. 

She swayed dizzily, and then their sweaty little hands were all over her, 
eagerly pawing her lush, mature body. She sank to her knees, and the boys 
eased her down onto the floor of the classroom. She felt hot hard young 
hands squeezing her breasts and creeping up under her skirt. She couldn't 
believe this was happening to her, that she was lying on the floor being 
groped by her own sixth grade students. She struggled into a sitting 
position. 

"Boys," she said, "stop this at once! Why, you could be expelled for this." 

"Yeah, and you could lose your job for what you did with Mr. Dean," said 
Tom. "We're just making a deal here, Miss Martin. You do something for us, 
and well do something for you." 

"B-but I can't do what you asked," said Jane in a shocked voice. "Why, I'm 
old enough to be your mother, even grandmother. You're my students, for 
heaven's sake." 

"What difference does that make?" said Bill. "If you can ball ol' Dean, you 
can ball us." 

"Right," said Freddy. "Age has nothing to do with it. Besides, you sure 
don't seem old to us, Miss Martin." 

His friends nodded vigorously in agreement, and they all stared adoringly at 
their teacher. They didn't see Jane Martin, forty-year-old spinster. They 
saw a tall, lovely brunette with enormous jugs. They didn't understand her 
argument about the age difference, either. Hell, they were just as horny and 
just as ready as any grown-up guy. 

"You're wasting time arguing with us, Miss Martin," said Tom. "We told you 
what the deal is, so take it or leave it. You can ball us, or we can tell 
everybody you got it on with the principal. What's it gonna be?" 

Jane stared at them in a misery of indecision, wondering how she was going 
to get out of this mess. She'd die if anyone found out about her and Luke 
Dean, and she'd certainly lose her job. On the other hand, she couldn't 
bring herself to make love to a bunch of twelve-year-old boys. The idea 
horrified her. It wouldn't be easy to change their minds, though. Their hard 
little cocks poked fiercely at the confinement of their jeans. These boys 
would be determined.... 

"Uh, perhaps we could talk it over tomorrow, boys," she said. "I really 
ought to get home." 

"No way," said Tom. "We want you now." 

They started to touch her again, and Jane burst into tears. "Oh, no," she 
said, sobbing, "I can't. I just can't, not with my own students." 

"Okay, that does it," said Tom, standing up. "I know a guy on the school 
board. We're gonna go tell him what you did with Mr. Dean." 

Tom and his friends started grimly for the door. When Jane thought of public 
disgrace and never being able to teach again, she couldn't stand it. "Oh, 
no, please," she said desperately, "don't-don't tell anyone." 

The boys turned and came toward her again, and she knew what was going to 
happen. There was nothing she could do to stop it. She just hoped she'd 
chosen the lesser of two evils. Sobbing, she allowed the eager boys to ease 
her onto her back again. They started pawing her, and she blushed hotly and 
closed her eyes. She felt sick about what was happening, but all she could 
do was endure till it was over.... 

Tom, Freddy and Bill were so excited, they were almost cumming right in 
their jeans. Miss Martin had given in. Tom's plan had worked. Her lush body, 
which had been driving them out of their minds all year, was theirs to touch 
and explore. Freddy started unbuttoning her blouse. 

"Let's start with her tits," he said. "I wanta get a better look at 'em." 

"Yeah," Bill said eagerly, "let's get her bra off." 

Jane blushed hotly as she felt her blouse being opened and eager sweaty 
hands reaching around to unhook her bra. She'd never felt so ashamed in her 
life. She heard the boys' excited breathing, then their gasps of wonder as 
they drew off her bra and exposed her enormous thrusting boobs. She wanted 
to die of shame. 

"Jesus Christ," said Tom, "will you look at the size of her tits?" 

"I'm looking, I'm looking," Freddy said in a horny croak. 

"They're as big as the ones in Playboy," said Bill. "Oh, man...." 

Their teacher's tits were pretty impressive, all right, big ripe creamy 
globes almost the size and shape of watermelons, with large cone-shaped 
light brown nipples. The huge pale jugs quivered slightly and seemed swollen 
to the bursting point. There was plenty of room there for all three boys to 
touch and fondle. 

Tom started it, kneeling close beside her and laying his sweaty nervous 
hands on her left breast. He found it deliciously hot and silky, fun to 
touch. Moaning, his rampant young cock leaking juice, he began to run his 
hands over her huge throbbing tit. His friends quickly joined him, and six 
eager hands squeezed, rubbed and explored Jane's fantastic thrusting boobs. 

"Oh, Christ, I can't believe this," Freddy said hoarsely. "I been wanting to 
play with her tits all year." 

"Any tits," said Bill breathlessly, "I been wanting to play with ANY tits . 
... " 

"But we musta got the biggest ones in town," said Tom. 

Jane wondered why she didn't just faint with humiliation. She certainly 
wanted to. Here she was, a grown and respected woman, letting three panting 
little boys play with her naked breasts. She felt the lively hot hands 
feeling her all over, heard the horny remarks, and wondered how she was ever 
going to live with herself after this. 

"Hey, I'm gonna try what ol' Dean was doing," Freddy said with a giggle. 
"I'm gonna suck her tits." 

His friends snickered-and then Jane felt Freddy's hot wet mouth closing 
around her left nipple, sucking it swiftly inside. She felt a sharp jolt of 
pleasure ripping through her body, and her self-disgust deepened. My God, 
she couldn't let herself get aroused by a bunch of kids. It was just too 
awful. Yet Freddy's furious hungry tit-sucking did feel exciting.... 

Tom and Bill watched, grinning, as Freddy sucked on the teacher's huge pale 
tit. Her large beige nipple was a real mouthful for him, but it looked like 
he was having fun. He sucked loudly, juicily, his red head bobbing up and 
down. Bill suddenly dove for her other nipple, sucking it in. Miss Martin 
flinched and blushed hotly. 

With Freddy and Bill hogging her tits, Tom decided to have his fun 
elsewhere. He lifted her skirt, pushing it up out of the way, and started 
pulling down her panties. Miss Martin moaned and blushed all over, but he 
didn't let her unwillingness stop him. He couldn't resist a golden 
opportunity like this to see a real live pussy close up. 

Freddy and Bill went on making their lewd loud slurping noises as they 
sucked her huge swollen jugs, and Tom slowly pulled down her panties. She 
didn't help him, and he had a time getting them off over her round firm 
butt, but at last he did it. He slipped the garment off over her feet and 
turned quickly to stare at her big lush black muff. 

Jane felt one of the kids taking down her panties, and she kept her legs 
tight together, horrified at the idea of the boys staring at her naked 
pussy. The kid got her panties off anyway, and then she felt his hot moist 
breath fanning her belly. Suddenly he was doing just what Luke Dean had done 
the night before, burying his flushed face in her thick furry muff. 

"Ohhh, nooo," she whimpered. 

She remembered how she'd gone crazy with pleasure when Dean went down on 
her. If the kid did it, too, she'd be lost. Fortunately he was an amateur, 
no doubt a virgin, and he didn't know how to turn her on by eating her 
pussy. He just rubbed his face around in her silky black bush, panting 
hotly. 

Tom knew there was more to her pussy than the pretty soft black muff. He 
pried open the furry lips and discovered a funny little red lump of flesh. 
He didn't know what it was for. Maybe it was where girls pissed from, having 
no cocks. He placed the tip of his finger on it and rubbed-and to his 
astonishment, Miss Martin gave a low moan of pleasure. 

Damn the kid, he'd discovered her clit. He was gently rubbing it, and it was 
melting her whole belly with pleasure. She couldn't stifle the first 
blissful moan, but then she clamped her jaws shut, trembling in silent 
enjoyment as the boy rubbed and massaged her ever horny little joy button. 

Tom rubbed the funny little bump faster, and it grew hot and moist and erect 
under his finger. 

Sometime he'd have to find out just what it was, but right now he wanted to 
explore further in that mysterious female region between her legs. He pushed 
her thighs apart. Miss Martin resisted a little, sobbing and protesting, but 
he urged her legs open, and finally he was looking at her scarlet gash with 
its fringe of black curls. Up close he could see a lot more details, like 
the plump swollen lips of her pussy and the shadowy little mouth of her cunt 
and the small light brown wrinkle of her asshole. It all got him pretty 
excited. 

"Hey, you guys," he said to Bill and Freddy, "come an' take a look at her 
pussy." 

They responded quickly enough, letting Jane's taut spit-soaked nipples pop 
from their mouths, scurrying over to join Tom, who was gawking between her 
legs. Jane didn't cooperate, though. She couldn't bear this final 
humiliation of having three twelve-year-old boys staring between her legs at 
her naked slit. Moaning loudly, she slammed her legs shut, blocking their 
view. 

"Hey, damn it," said Tom. "Come on, let's get her legs open again." 

The three boys used all their strength to pull her legs open. Jane resisted 
as hard as she could, fighting the final battle for her pride. She couldn't 
endure the thought of those three horny kids getting a look between her 
thighs. Tomorrow she'd have to teach them again, endure their mocking grins, 
knowing what they'd seen-it would be just too much. 

"Oh, no, nooo," she wailed. 

"Come on, teacher, let us see your pussy," Tom said. "That's part of the 
deal." 

Jane had to lose the struggle. It was three against one. Finally her 
strength gave out, and the panting sweating kids got her legs wide open and 
held them there. She could feel their harsh hot breathing on her naked slit. 
In fact she could feel their hot staring eyes. She sobbed in shame and 
humiliation. 

"Man, oh, man," said Freddy with an appreciative whistle, "so that's what 
girls look like." 

"Sure is weird," said Bill. "No cock or balls." 

"Here's what we want," Tom said eagerly. "Remember those guys we heard 
talking about a cunt, a hole in a girl's body where you put your cock? Well, 
this has to be it. I think." 

He -rimmed the moist little mouth of her cunt with the tip of his finger. 
Just to make sure he was right, he slipped his finger into the little hole 
to see if there was room for a cock. There was room, all right. It was a 
long slick clinging passage, deliciously juicy and hot. He could imagine how 
great it would feel to poke his hard young cock in there. 

"Yeah, that's her cunt, all right," he said. "So what are we waiting for? 
Let's ball her." 

"Right on," said Freddy and Bill. The boys leaped to their feet and started 
unzipping their jeans. Jane's naughty curiosity overcame her again. She 
could never resist a chance to see cocks. She opened her eyes and saw three 
of them-three rigid slim pale pricks pointing at the ceiling. The boy's 
cocks were all as big as Luke Dean's, jaunty four-inchers, capped with 
uncircumcised wrinkled heads. 

For a moment lust overcame her completely. She imagined taking those three 
rock-hard eager cocks, one after the other, and her pussy creamed hugely, 
growing hot and eager. Then she came back to reality. My God, what was she 
thinking of? A forty-year-old woman fucking three little kids? It was sick, 
disgusting. As the boys approached her, grinning lustily, she moaned and 
tried to close her legs. Too late-Tom made a flying leap and landed between 
her thighs, his hard slim young body keeping her legs wedged open. 

"Nooo," Jane wailed, "no, please, don't fuck meee...." 

The achingly horny boy paid no attention, of course. Frantically he poked 
his stiff little peter around in her slick pussy, trying to find her cunt. 
His two buddies knelt right beside her, grinning wickedly, urging him on. 
Jane struggled, keeping him from getting his cock into her, but she knew 
he'd win sooner or later.... 

There was a loud knock on the door, and Luke Dean said, "Miss Martin, are 
you in there? I'd like to talk to you." 

Just one moment, Mr. Dean, Jane said eagerly. "I'll be right out." 

The boys were already scrambling into their clothes, cursing. "You won't get 
away from us, teacher," said Tom. "We'll be back. We made a deal with you, 
and we're gonna see that you live up to it...." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Jane dressed hurriedly and opened the classroom door. The three boys rushed 
out past Luke Dean, almost knocking him down. They didn't want the stern 
principal to see their hard-ons. Dean stared after them, then turned to 
Jane. 

"What was that all about?" he said. 

Jane felt herself blushing all over. For one wicked moment she wanted to 
tell him that she'd been rolling around naked in the classroom with three of 
her students, getting ready to ball them. Poor old Dean would shit himself. 
He might even have a heart attack and croak, which would be a blessing to 
the whole school. 

She controlled herself and said primly, "They're glad to escape, I imagine. 
I made them stay after school to go over their math." 

"Excellent," said Dean. "One can't have too much discipline, I always say; 
however, that's not what I came to talk about. I want you to be sure to be 
home this evening, Miss Martin. I'll be by around eight. I don't have to 
tell you what for." 

The wicked horny glint in his little blue eyes said it all. No, he didn't 
have to tell her what he'd be wanting this evening. It was all too obvious 
that he wanted to get into her pants. Jane blushed hotly all over. She 
wanted to scream at him, kick him, let him know in the most forceful way 
that she despised him and didn't want him to touch her. She couldn't do 
that, of course. Luke Dean knew too much. He could squash her, ruin her 
life, if she didn't please him. 

"Yes, Mr. Dean," she said meekly. 

She went home and took a shower and made herself a strong martini. She 
couldn't eat more than a few bites at dinner. In the past two days her whole 
world had been turned upside-down. It had been hell before, being so lonely 
and horny, but she wondered if she could handle the new scene any better. 
Four horny males wanted her, but one was an old pervert and the others were 
mere kids. That certainly wasn't the way she'd planned it in her romantic 
fantasies. 

As she closed the door, she caught a glimpse of herself in the hall mirror. 
No wonder Dean was turned on. The negligee was so sheer, she could see the 
outline of her naked body right through it, even the dark points of her taut 
nipples and the shadowy triangle of her black muff. She blushed deeply. What 
must he think of her? 

Dean made it clear what he thought. He moved close to her and quickly 
slipped her gown down off one shoulder, uncovering one huge quivering 
breast. Wickedly he seized the big beige nipple between his thumb and 
forefinger, giving it a teasing tweak. To Jane's horror, her nipple 
instantly went erect. 

Dean leered at her. "We're going to have a very exciting evening, my dear," 
he said. "Why don't we just go right to your bedroom?" 

Tom and his friends got together that evening right after dinner. They were 
restless and angry over what had happened that afternoon. Dammit all, 
everything had been going their way, and they'd been so close to fucking 
Miss Martin, when that creep Dean interrupted. They couldn't wait till 
tomorrow. They resolved to go to Miss Martin's house right away and take up 
where they left off. 

The three boys hurried through the dark alleys till they came to their 
teacher's house. They sneaked quietly through the back yard, peering in 
windows as they went. When they saw no sign of her, they crept around to the 
front. Tom suddenly halted. 

"Oh, shit," he said, "that's Mr. Dean's car parked in her driveway. He musta 
gotten here before us. Let's take a look in the living room window." 

The three friends crept up to the big window, finding a spying place where 
they were concealed by bushes. They looked-and sure enough, there was skinny 
old Dean, the principal, with Miss Martin. As they watched, he walked up to 
Miss Martin with a knowing leer on his face and pulled her gown off her 
shoulder, baring one fantastic big tit. He started tweaking her nipple. 

"Hell," said Tom. 

"That bastard is always ruining our fun," said Freddy. 

"What're we gonna do now?" said Bill. 

Tom sighed loudly. "Nothing we can do," he said, "unless we wanta get in 
trouble with Dean. We'll have to see her another time. I guess the most we 
can do is sit here and watch." 

That was better than nothing. The three disappointed boys got comfortable in 
their spying place. Dean was playing with Miss Martin's big light brown 
nipple, tweaking it into taut erection. Miss Martin was blushing hotly, a 
disgusted look on her face. The window was slightly open, and the boys could 
hear the conversation: 

"Why don't we just go right to your bedroom?" said Dean. 

"Mr. Dean," Jane said hotly, "I won't be treated like a sex object. I'm not 
just some toy for you to play with. You can't just invite yourself over here 
any time you want and-and USE me." 

Dean sneered at her. "Oh, can't I?" he said. "I believe I can, my dear, 
unless you want me to tell the police about your naughty behavior. Now, 
let's have no more of this nonsense. Lead the way to your bedroom." 

Jane's pent-up anger burst. She was tired of this ugly little creep ordering 
her around, using her like his private sex machine. She slapped Dean hard 
across the face, sending him reeling backwards. He stumbled and almost fell, 
and when he righted himself, his face was livid with rage. 

"You'll pay for that, bitch," he said. 

Jane was immediately sorry she'd hit him. It hadn't been a very smart move. 
He looked mad enough to kill. True, he was no taller or heavier than she 
was, but his rage would give him extra strength. He started toward her, 
fists clenched, and Jane screamed and ran from him. 

The boys watched as Mr. Dean chased ivliss Martin around her living room. 
"That prick," Tom said angrily. "He'd better not hurt her. If "he starts 
hitting her, we're gonna hafta go in there and save her, no matter what kind 
of trouble it gets us into." 

"Right," Freddy and Bill agreed. 

"She shouldn't have hit him," Freddy said. "She shoulda punched him and 
knocked him out. She could do it. Girls just don't know how to fight." 

"Well, the three of us can take him," Bill said grimly. "He'd just better 
watch himself." 

It was brave talk, and the boys really meant it. 

They adored Miss Martin and would risk being expelled to save her if Dean 
got too rough. Secretly they hoped he wouldn't, though. They hoped he'd 
settle down, that Miss Martin would change her mind, and that they could 
watch the adults getting it on. That would be a lot more fun than fighting. 

Miss Martin had a good long stride, and she managed to stay ahead of Dean as 
he chased her around the room, his glasses falling crooked on his nose, his 
thin hair flying. Finally Dean wised up and changed his course abruptly, 
catching Jane as she came around the couch. He seized her around the waist 
and wrestled her to the carpet. 

The boys were poised for flight, ready to dash into the house if their 
pretty teacher needed them, but Dean didn't hit her. He just sat on her, 
pinning her down on her back. He straightened his glasses, smoothed his 
hair, caught his breath. Jane glared at him and tried to roll out from under 
him, but he had her effectively pinned. 

"No more crap, damnit," said Dean. "I'm too old for all this wrestling. You 
can do as I say, or I can go to the newspapers with my shocking little 
story. They'd love that-Woman Teacher Revealed As Pervert." 

Jane went pale. "Oh, please, not that," she said meekly. 

"Very well, then," said Dean. "Let's get on with it. Take down the top of 
your dress." 

Sobbing and humiliated, Jane obeyed, shrugging out of the top of her 
negligee, baring her huge, melon-shaped tits to Dean's glinting little piggy 
eyes. He watched avidly, licking his lips. He sat on her belly, pinning her 
firmly to the rug so she couldn't wriggle loose. She blushed beet red as she 
settled back and allowed him to stare at her big swollen boobs. 

"Extraordinary," said Dean, slipping his clammy little hands under her heavy 
hot tits, "really exceptional tits." 

He started to play with her, molding and squeezing the huge heavy melons 
which easily overflowed his palms. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, 
teasing them into stiff erection. Jane couldn't quite blot out the naughty 
pleasure she felt when he played with her breasts. Even though it was Dean, 
a man she despised, his touch felt exciting. 

He bent lower over her, stuck out his slick red tongue, and started lapping 
her taut bumpy nipples, making a lewd slurping noise. Jane gasped and 
reddened, both embarrassed and aroused. Dammit, why did it have to feel so 
good when he did these kinky things to her? His slick hot tongue felt 
exciting on her sensitive nipples. 

Outside the three boys watched in an agony of envy and horny longing. It 
just didn't seem fair that the old prick Mr. Dean should have all the fun 
with the woman they wanted. Miss Martin didn't seem too pleased, either. She 
wrinkled her face and blushed as he licked her big cone-shaped nipples. 

"Damn it all to hell," said Freddy with a lingering sigh, "I wish it could 
be us instead of him." 

"It will be," said Tom. "I've got another idea. We'll have to wait till he 
leaves, though." 

They watched, their young cocks hard as rocks in their jeans, while Dean 
licked Miss Martin's big pale jugs into swollen gleaming fullness. She 
didn't move or say anything, but in spite of her obvious dislike for the 
principal, she seemed to be getting turned on. As Dean noisily licked and 
sucked her big thrusting jugs, she got more pink in the face, her eyes 
fluttered, and her breasts swelled up hugely. 

At last Dean sighed loudly and raised his head from her stiff erect nipples. 
He moved up a little till he was squatting right over her big cushiony tits. 
His eyes were glinting crazily as he leered down at Miss Martin. She looked 
pale and nervous. 

"Take my cock out," he said huskily. "Open my pants and take it out." 

Miss Martin started to cry, but she did as he said. With shaking hands she 
unzipped his pants and gingerly drew out his prick. The boys clapped their 
hands over their mouths to keep from laughing. Poor old Dean had a tiny 
prick, no bigger than theirs. It was limp, too, just a pale little soft lump 
of a dick. 

"Play with it," he said. "Get me hard." 

"P-play with it?" Jane said shakily. 

"You know," Dean said impatiently, "frig me. Pump it, help me get it up." 

Jane really had no idea what to do, having never touched a man's cock 
before, never played with one, but she was afraid of making him angry again, 
so she did her best. His cock was tiny and limp tonight, no bigger than one 
of her fingers. Clumsily she curled it in her fist and started pumping it. 
Dean gave an excited squeal. 

"Yes, yes," he whinnied, "pump my cock ... Faster...." 

The doughy little prick felt warm and harmless in her fist. She hated to 
admit it, but she actually got a little aroused pumping it. It was silky and 
pleasant to touch. She frigged her boss rapidly, and Dean went out of his 
skull. His face got pink with pleasure and his little eyes rolled crazily. 
He squealed like a pig and began to jerk his skinny hips, fucking her fist 
with his limp little prick. 

"Eeeeee," Dean squealed, "yes, YES, JACK ME OFF...." 

The boys watched contemptuously. "Jeez," said Freddy, "I could get a hard-on 
without all that. I woulda had a stiff cock when I walked in her door." 

"Me, too," said Tom. "I wouldn't have to have her frig me." 

"But it'd be fun," said Bill with an envious sigh. "I could really get off 
on having a girl play with my cock." 

His friends had to agree. It would really be fantastic fun to have Miss 
Martin take their cocks in her fist and pump them like she was doing to 
Dean. Ol' Dean was going crazy with excitement, squealing and panting. At 
last his pitiful little cock started to get hard, but even in erection it 
was no bigger or fatter than a boy's. 

"Yes, yes," he whined, "keep pumping my cock...." 

Jane obeyed, pumping steadily, and she finally felt his cock coming to life 
in her fist. It twitched, lurched, and grew, doubling its girth and length, 
getting stone-hard. Still it wasn't much of a cock, no more than four inches 
of skinny meat. She saw the fat little head going purple with engorgement, 
the small slit mouth starting to leak little droplets of juice. 

She felt herself getting excited as his cock hardened. It disgusted her, but 
she couldn't help it. Even this pitiful little poker had felt damned good in 
her yesterday. She knew she'd welcome it again if he tried to ball her-but 
she was determined not to let him know how much she wanted it. 

"Ahhh, yes, good," Dean sighed, "that's enough...." 

She quickly let go of his prick, and it snapped out of her fist to point at 
the ceiling. The stalk was milky-white and laced with small blue veins. The 
head was swollen and purple, the smooth flesh shiny and taut. Steady bubbles 
of cock juice oozed from the little slit mouth. Jane gawked at his erect 
dick and felt her treacherous pussy growing wet and swollen and hungry. 

Dean crawled off her and said, "Now we'll go to your bedroom-and no 
arguments." 

Damnit, no matter how much she wanted to get laid, she just couldn't submit 
meekly to this creep. She decided she'd rather frig herself than fuck a man 
she loathed. She leaped to her feet, her big tits wobbling crazily, and 
faced Dean defiantly. 

"You go to hell," she said. "I'm not going to bed with you. I'm not your 
slave." 

It was a mistake. With his cock achingly stiff and needy, Dean was in no 
mood for arguing. His arm shot out, and he caught her hard across the face, 
sending her spinning. She passed out for a moment, and then she felt him 
dragging her over to the couch. 

The boys were ready again to run to her rescue, but Mr. Dean didn't hit her 
again. He dragged her across the room, red-faced and panting with the 
effort, and managed to drape her across the arm of the couch, her legs 
hanging over, her round ample ass sticking up in the arm. Dean caught his 
breath, mopped his face, and then leered at his target. 

"Nooo," Jane whimpered. 

She was too dizzy to move, too frightened to anger him again. She knew her 
protest was in vain. She felt Dean lifting the long skirt of her gown, 
bringing it up over her ass. Again she regretted not wearing panties. She 
felt his hot breath against her naked exposed slit. 

"No more resistance, please," he said, "or I'll get very angry." 

"All right, all right," Jane sobbed. "Just do it and get it over with." 

No, she wasn't going to fight him any more. She didn't want to get hit 
again-and Dean would win in the long run anyway, because he could blackmail 
her. She day limp, draped over the arm of the couch, and moaned as she felt 
his clammy little hands grasping her hips. He steadied himself behind her, 
panting excitedly, and then she felt the hard hot little head of his cock 
sliding over the moist flesh of her pussy, approaching her cunt. 

Dean was gasping with excitement, snorting lustily, as he pushed his swollen 
meat into the fiery wet hole of her cunt. He let out a little squeal of 
delight as he sank his rigid cock to the hilt in her snug juicy twat. She 
felt his furry little nut sac coming to rest against her pussy, felt the 
hard little head of his cock poking against her womb. Dean whined and began 
to fuck her, not fast and frantically like yesterday, but in low slow deep 
strokes, as if he were trying to prolong his pleasure. 

"Eeeeee," he whinnied, "eeeeee...." 

She found his behavior disgusting, even laughable, but she couldn't deny the 
hot pleasure she was getting from his deep-stroking cock. She felt herself 
drifting off into a stupor of sensual enjoyment, not caring who was fucking 
her just as long as she got fucked. Well, she might as well enjoy it. It 
happened all too seldom. She relaxed and concentrated solely on the exciting 
friction of his stiff little dick working in and out of her starved box. 

"Ummmmmm," she murmured. 

"Yes, you like it, don't you?" Dean panted. "You cunt, you put up all that 
resistance, but you really wanted it all along." 

Jane didn't bother to reply. Her blissful moans grew louder as Dean got 
carried away and speeded the pace of his fucking. His small but rock-hard 
cock began to slam in her cunt, jabbing hard and fast. God help her, she 
loved it, craved it. She creamed furiously around his jerking dick, wailing 
her pleasure. 

"Ahhh, God, YES," she cried, "yesss ... FUCK MEEE!!!" 

The boys watched, dizzy with longing and very excited. They'd never seen the 
act of fucking before. They watched bug-eyed as Dean's skinny wet prick 
zipped in and out of Miss Martin's little juicy hole, slicing between her 
plump pink cunt lips. They envied Dean with all their hearts. In fact they 
moaned out loud with envy. 

"Don't worry," Tom said grimly, "we'll be balling her, too, in just a little 
while. I got a plan that can't fail." 

His buddies didn't really believe him. It seemed too good to be true that 
they'd actually get it on with their gorgeous teacher. They watched gloomily 
as Dean balled, watching the skinny principal getting more and more excited. 
He squealed, his skinny ass flew, and his ugly face got red as a beet. Miss 
Martin was enjoying it, too, moaning and clawing at the couch. 

"Oh, God, yesss," she shrieked, "do it to meee...."I'm CUMMEMG ... 
OHHHHHH!!!" 

She writhed around the jabbing impalement of Dean's hard little cock, thick 
bright cream gushing from her cunt. Dean grinned evilly, and then his eyes 
rolled up and he howled and started shooting his load, his small flabby ass 
jerking like crazy. Then he staggered back, his limp shriveled cock popping 
from her cunt. 

"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it, my dear?" he said mockingly. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Quickly Jane rose from the couch and tugged her skirt into place. She 
blushed hotly as she faced Luke Dean's leering expression. Damn it all, why 
had she let herself go with him? Why had she let him know how badly she 
needed to be fucked? He'd never let her forget about it, she was sure.... 

"If you're quite finished, Mr. Dean," she said coldly, "you may leave. I 
want to go to bed." 

"Very well, my dear," he said, heading for the door, "but I'll be seeing you 
soon very soon. After tonight, I know you'll be glad to see me." 

Jane was tempted to throw a lamp at him, but she kept quiet until he left. 
Then she burst into tears. She hated herself for needing him, for wanting 
his cock so badly that she tolerated his disgusting personality. If only she 
could find a man she liked...... 

Outside the window, watching avidly, Tom and his friends saw Luke Dean leave 
the house. They waited until he drove away, and then Tom whispered his new 
plan to his friends. They grinned and nodded. It sounded like it would work, 
all right. The three boys hurried around and rang Miss Martin's doorbell. 

She met them, wearing the same filmy blue negligee she'd worn for Dean, so 
sheer that they could practically see through it. The boys ogled the lush 
outline of her figure, the dark dots of her nipples and the shadowy triangle 
of her bush. Thinking of her gorgeous body, which they'd briefly fondled 
that afternoon, they all felt their young cocks go rock hard in their jeans. 

Miss Martin stared at them in horror. "Oh, No," she said. "Boys, please, not 
now." 

Tom and his friends elbowed past her into the living room. "It can't wait, 
Miss Martin," said Tom. "We're too horny." 

Jane felt pushed to the limit by horny males. She was still feeling ashamed 
and disgusted from her encounter with Dean, and now these three kids were 
insisting on using her body. It was too much. She lost her temper. 

"Now, look," she said angrily, "I don't have to take this. I don't have to 
be available to you or anyone else, whether I want it or not. As for your 
threat of telling about me and Mr. Dean; I'll take my chances. I think 
people will believe me, not you. So you just go ahead and tell-and get out 
of my house." 

Freddy and BUI looked worried, but Tom grinned and said calmly, "Oh, people 
will believe us now, Miss Martin. We took pictures." 

That was Tom's new idea, to lie and say that they'd photographed Miss Martin 
with the principal. It looked like it was going to work, too. Miss Martin 
turned deathly pale, and she stared at Tom. 

"Took pictures?" she said. "Of what? When?" 

"We took 'em just now," Tom said with a grin, "through your front window 
while you were balling Mr. Dean. We got some great shots of you leaning over 
the couch, doing it like dogs. Anybody can tell it's you and Dean." 

Jane reeled dizzily and sat down hard in the nearest chair. It was too awful 
to believe-but she had no doubt that these boys would go to any lengths to 
have her. She'd been a teacher almost twenty years, and she knew how 
powerful the teenage sex urge was. These boys wanted a woman so badly, 
they'd lost all notions of morality. There was no arguing with them. 

"All right," she said grimly, "what do you want in exchange for those 
pictures? I have a little money-" 

"We don't want money, Miss Martin," said Freddy. "We want the same thing we 
asked for this afternoon. We just wanta ball you." 

"Oh, God," Jane said, "Please, anything but that...." 

"No use arguing, teacher," said Bill. "You're not gonna get those pictures. 
We're gonna keep 'em for insurance-to make sure you do what we want. No way 
can you get out of balling us, unless you want everybody in town to see 
those pictures." 

Jane hung her head. She knew she was beaten, and yet she couldn't bear the 
thought of giving in to three of her own students, twelve-year-old boys. She 
wept and begged, knowing it was useless, knowing they's show her no mercy. 
She saw that they all had fierce hard-ons, sharp bulges in their jeans. 

"Let's not waste any more time," said Tom. "If you don't want us to show 
those pictures, you better take off that gown, teacher." 

With a mortified sob, Jane stood up and removed her sheer filmy negligee, 
letting it waft to the carpet. She blushed deeply when the three horny 
little boys gawked hungrily at her naked body. They started toward her, and 
she awkwardly tried to cover her wide lush black bush and her huge wobbling 
tits. 

"Oh, nooo," she said, "I can't do it, I just can't . ... " 

She began to back away from the leering boys, till her legs touched the 
chair. She stumbled into it, and before she could get up again, the boys 
surrounded her, pawing her big ripe tits and silky bush. 

"No," she said, sobbing, "I won't do it, I WON'T...." 

"Hold her down," said Tom. "I'm tired of waiting. If she won't cooperate, 
we'll just make her do it." 

Bill and Freddy were equally tired of waiting, and they held Jane firmly in 
the chair, pressing hard on her shoulders. She struggled to get up, but it 
was no use. Tom seized her legs and put them up over the arms of the chair, 
spreading them lewdly, exposing the moist red flesh of her gash with its 
fringe of black curls. Panting, gawking at her crotch, he quickly lowered 
his jeans. 

"Nooo," Jane said, sobbing. 

Even as she protested, she couldn't help gawking at Tom's cock. The handsome 
brown-haired boy had an adorable pale white peter, four slim inches of stiff 
meat springing from a sparse brown bush. The wrinkled foreskin had crept 
back to expose the cherry-red head of his prick, and the little slit mouth 
was oozing bright bubbles of juice. It was a lovely cock, much nicer than 
Dean's-but it belonged to a kid young enough to be her son. 

Tom approached her breathlessly, his handsome pink balls so swollen that 
they hardly quivered. His rampantly erect cock hugged his belly tightly. His 
young eyes were feverishly eager as he eyed the dark wet hole of Jane's 
cunt. She screamed and tried to close her legs, but the other two boys held 
them in position, lewdly spread over the arms of the chair. 

"Boys, please, don't," Jane said. "This is rape. It's very serious." 

Tom paid no attention at all. Breathing heavily, glassy-eyed with lusty 
excitement, he moved between her legs and gingerly bent his erect cock down 
to touch the molten flesh of her pussy. He shivered and moaned softly as he 
stroked the sensitive red head of his cock back and forth over her slick hot 
gash. His friends watched intently. 

Tom could hardly believe it was happening, that he was about to lose his 
virginity at last, about to slip his cock inside a woman for the first time. 
Yet the searing wet flesh of his teacher's pussy was real enough. He focused 
on the shadowy little hole which he thought must be her cunt, and he wedged 
the hard red head of his cock into it. He whined with pleasure. Even the 
mouth of her cunt was deliriously slick, hot, and gripping. 

"Noooo," Jane moaned, "oh, noooo ... Don't, Tom, please ... Take it out ... 
Don't fuck meee...." 

It was no use, of course. Nothing could stop the boy now that he was so 
close to his goal. While his friends held the struggling woman, Tom moaned 
and began to push his slim pale prick into her. Freddy and Bill watched with 
hot excitement and envy as Tom's creamy-pale dick slowly vanished between 
Jane's thick red pussylips. 

Jane quivered and stiffened as she felt the slim hard cock moving into her. 
Nothing she could do about it now-the damage was done, the kid was fucking 
her. That was bad enough, but she was even more horrified by her own 
reaction. Her immoral cunt responded avidly to the hard penetration, 
creaming profusely all over his invading cock. Her long-starved cunt didn't 
care that the kid was only twelve years old.... 

Tom moaned and quivered during the long delicious moment that he pushed his 
virgin cock into Miss Martin's body. He found it was even better than he'd 
dreamed. Her cunt was the ideal sheath for a horny young prick-slick, moist, 
hot, and snug. He felt his achingly erect meat slowly enveloped in the 
blazing fleshy nest, and it felt so great he almost came. He pushed into her 
till his balls touched the wet slick flesh of her gash. 

"OHHHHHH," Jane wailed. 

She hoped the boys would take that cry for protest, and not for the helpless 
moan of pleasure it really was. God, what was wrong with her? She'd just 
been balled by Dean, had cum explosively, and already she was lusty again, 
loving the hard slim presence of Tom's little cock in her greedy box. She 
MUST control herself, must make sure the boys never learned how much she 
needed fucking.... 

Tom stood there fully lodged in her twat, panting, whining softly, his face 
flushed and grinning. For a long time he didn't move, just stood there with 
his cock pushed to the hilt in her, savoring the moment of his lost 
virginity. Damn, it felt great.... 

"Hey, Tom," Freddy said impatiently, "how's it feel?" 

"Yeah, what's it like?" said Bill eagerly. 

Tom sighed loudly. "Fantastic," he said, "just fantastic. It's so hot and 
wet in there. Oh, man, it's good...." 

"Well, hurry up and ball her, man," said Freddy. "We want our turn." 

"Yeah, don't just stand there," said Bill. "Ain't you supposed to move?" 

"Uh-huh," said Tom dreamily. 

He started to move his cock in her, working in long slow deep thrusts, 
digging the scalding heat and juicy snugness of her box. He knew he wouldn't 
last long, but he was sure as hell enjoying himself. He snuck a look at Miss 
Martin to see how she was taking it, and she was blushing beet red, her eyes 
tightly closed, her jaw clamped shut. Well, if she didn't like it, too bad. 
He wasn't going to quit now. 

"Oh, Jesus, ohhh," he moaned. 

Jane had all she could do to keep her mouth shut, to stifle her moans of 
delight. The kid's slim hard cock felt fantastically good in her famished 
twat. He fucked her deep and slow, and with each delicious thrust her cunt 
creamed hugely around his hard little peter. She knew she was going to be 
horribly ashamed of herself later, but at the moment she was enjoying it 
immensely. 

Tom wished he could ball her all night, it felt so great stroking his dick 
in and out of that red-hot molten hole, but he felt himself getting too 
excited. Carried away by his own natural instincts, he began to ball her 
faster and faster, till he was slamming his slim hard dick furiously in and 
out of her cunt, his swollen young balls going slap-slap against her ass, 
his digging cock making a lewd squishing noise in her flooded twat. 

"Yeah! Go, Tom, go," Freddy said excitedly. 

"Ball her, man," said Bill, "give it to her." 

She felt terribly shamed to be the object of that lewd spectacle, but at the 
same time Tom's hard fast fucking was driving her right over the edge into a 
body-shaking climax. She tried to stop it, but it seized and shook her, and 
all she could do was clamp her jaws shut and stifle her moans of joy. Her 
lush body quivered violently as she came. 

Tom didn't know what was making Miss Martin shake like that, but he suddenly 
felt her molten-hot cunt squeezing his dick fiercely, practically milking 
it. It brought him off helplessly. He gave a shrill yelp of surprise and 
pleasure, then shot his load into her nipping box, experiencing the keenest 
pleasure of his young life. At last his dick went limp and slipped from her 
flooded hole. He staggered back, gasping and grinning. 

"Oh, wow," he said to his buddies, "that was out of sight. You gotta try 
it." 

"I'm gonna," said Freddy, "if you'll just get out of the way." 

Tom obligingly moved, and as Freddy let go of Jane, she seized the chance 
for escape. She bolted from the chair, but she got only a few feet before 
the boys tackled her. They all went tumbling on the rug, sweaty strong young 
hands grabbing for her arms and legs. She knew she wasn't going to escape. 
She'd have to fuck these boys one after the other.... 

"Hold her," Freddy said. "Yeah, like that. Far out. I'm gonna do it to her 
like ol' Dean did, from behind." 

Jane had landed on her hands and knees. Bill and Tom pinned her in that 
position, and though she wept and tried to escape, they were too strong for 
her. Crouching there, she could well imagine what a lewd spectacle she 
presented, her huge long tits brushing the rug, her large shapely ass raised 
in the air. 

"Oh, God, please, don't," she said. 

"Aw, come off it, teacher," said Freddy. "Tom already balled you. What 
difference will it make if Bill and I fuck you, too?" 

He was right, of course. The damage was done. She'd already fucked one of 
her students, and nothing could change that awful fact. Still she whimpered 
and wept while Freddy skinned out of his jeans and prepared to mount her. 
She still couldn't believe she was being gang-raped by her own sixth grade 
students. How in God's name was she going to face them in class tomorrow? 

She looked up at Freddy. His cock was about the same size as Tom's, a slim 
rock-hard four-incher, but his bush was coppery red and his dick was even 
freckled. He grinned at her, then disappeared as he moved around behind her. 
She felt his hot sweaty hands seizing her hips as he steadied himself. She 
felt the hot hard head of his cock skidding around in the slippery flesh of 
her gash. 

"Hey, where do you put it?" he said. 

Tom laughed. "Right in that hole, right in the middle," he said. "That's her 
cunt." 

"Hurry up, man," Bill said in an impatient whine. "I want my turn, too." 

Freddy was more than willing to hurry, if he could just find the goddamned 
hole. It was harder than he'd thought. He zeroed in on a likely target, 
pushed-and felt his cock sinking to the hilt in a deliciously hot wet snug 
hole. He moaned loudly. 

"Oh, man," he gasped, "I think I found it...." 

He'd found it, all right. Jane gasped, too, as she felt the sudden sharp 
penetration of his hard young dick. Excitement and pleasure rushed over her, 
and again she had to clamp her jaw shut to keep from moaning. Her capacity 
for fucking seemed endless. She'd already been balled twice that evening, 
but she was more than ready for a third fuck. Her red-hot cunt creamed 
furiously all around Freddy's thrusting cock. 

"Oh, wow," Freddy gasped, "WOW ... It's just like you said, Tom-so fuckin' 
hot an' wet. ... Jeeze, it's good...." 

"Will you quit talking and just DO it, man?" said Bill. "I want my turn, you 
know." To his relief, Freddy obeyed instantly. The red-haired kid began to 
ball Miss Martin like crazy, his slim ass flying, his hard young cock 
slamming in and out of her wet little box. It made a lewd slurping and 
squishing noise. 

"Uhhhh," Miss Martin gasped, "UHHHH...." 

Freddy was fucking her so hard and fast, she could barely control herself. 
It was just what she wanted, hard brutal quick jabs, and she clenched her 
teeth, stifling her cries of joy. Freddy's red-hot little poker quickly had 
her on the edge of cumming. She felt her body starting to shake, and she 
prayed she wouldn't betray herself. She didn't want the boys to know how 
much she was enjoying herself. 

"Awww, shit, awww," Freddy babbled, "too much ... Her cunt's gettin' tighter 
... AWWWWWVA" 

With a shrill howl and a look of surprise, Freddy began to cum. He hadn't 
expected to shoot that soon, but Miss Martin's molten wet cunt was closing 
around his dick like a vise, milking the jism right out of him. His eyes 
rolled crazily, and for a long delicious moment he forgot everything but the 
joy of shooting his cum into a woman's belly for the first time. 

At last Freddy stumbled backwards, his limp wet dick popping from her cunt. 
He rolled on the rug and moaned and grinned. "Out of sight," he sighed. "Oh, 
wow, fucking is even better than I thought." 

Bill had no patience with his friend's ecstatic description. He wanted to 
find out for himself. He let go of Jane and started to move into position 
behind her. With only Tom holding her, she was able to break loose once 
more. She got to her feet, but that was all. The boys seized her and pulled 
her down on the rug again, down on her back. Panting red-faced Freddy held 
her shoulders, and Tom held her legs. Bill quickly unzipped his jeans and 
tugged them down. 

Jane stared at Bill's pretty four-inch cock, a slim rod of creamy white 
flesh with a bright red head. His pubic bush was sparse and blond. The kid 
dived for her, scrambling between her legs. Jane moaned and tried to keep 
her legs shut, but with Tom's help Bill managed to open her thighs wide. For 
the fourth time that evening she felt a hard cock head poking eagerly in her 
pussy, seeking her cunt. Bill got lucky and penetrated her almost instantly. 
She gasped with pleasure as she felt his slim hard rod thrusting clear to 
her womb. 

"Awww, hey, WOW," Bill yelped. "Yeah, yeah, it's GREAT ... " 

He discovered just what his friends had discovered, that a woman's creamy 
hot snug cunt was the perfect receptacle for his horny stiff young cock. He 
didn't waste any time telling them about it-they already knew. He just 
snuggled down into position and started balling blissfully away-He was half 
a head shorter than Jane, so his flushed face rested on her huge cushiony 
tits. His trim little butt began to fly. 

"Oooooo," Jane moaned, "oooooo...." 

Taking her fourth cock of the evening, she was astonished to find that her 
need had increased, not diminished. Bill's hot hard little rod felt so good 
as it jabbed furiously in her cunt that she couldn't control herself, 
couldn't stifle her wails and moans of pleasure. She began pumping her hips 
in time to the boy's furious strokes, taking his cock as deep as possible 
into her long-starved box. 

"AHHH," she wailed. 

"Hey, I think she digs it," said Freddy wonderingly. 

"Yeah," said Tom, "she sure acts like it. Hey, Bill, she digs your fucking, 
man ... " 

"Uh-huh," Bill replied blissfully. 

Miss Martin's lush tall body suddenly arched upward and stiffened. She 
moaned hoarsely, loudly, and then began to shake violently. It was obvious 
even to the inexperienced boys that she was cumming. Bill felt the vise-like 
nipping of her cunt, and he yelped and shot his load into her. 

A moment later, dizzy and panting, Jane saw the boys getting dressed. She 
blushed hotly. There was nothing she could say to them. They'd all fucked 
her, all made her cum-and they knew it. She felt bitterly ashamed of 
herself. A forty-year-old woman getting it on with three twelve year 
olds-you couldn't sink much lower than that. 

"So long, teacher," Tom said, grinning broadly. "We'll see you in class 
tomorrow...." 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The next day was hell for Jane. She thought of resigning, moving to another 
town, rather than face those three boys, but in the end she couldn't give up 
the only career she knew, teaching. She vowed she wouldn't show any emotion 
when she saw Tom, Bill and Freddy, but when they walked into the classroom 
that morning, she felt a slow burning blush covering her whole body. She 
quickly turned to the blackboard to hide her red face. 

The whole day was like that. She hardly remembered what she said to the 
class. Every time she started to speak, she'd catch sight of one of 
them-Bill, Tom, or Freddy-grinning knowingly at her. She wondered how she 
spoke at all. It shamed her to know that those three young boys had seen her 
most intimate parts, had fucked her into lewd lusty howling.... 

Finally, after what seemed years, the dismissal bell rang, and Jane gathered 
up her purse and papers, eager to get home. She was so intent on getting out 
of there, she didn't even realize that she wasn't alone in the classroom. 
She'd heard the thundering herd of students make their eager escape, and 
she'd simply assumed they'd all gone-but when she turned toward the door, 
her three young lovers were blocking her way. Freddy, Tom and Bill leaned 
against the door, grinning. 

"Hey, stick around awhile, teacher," said Tom. "Let's have some fun." 

"Yeah, what's your hurry, teacher?" said Freddy. "We got something in mind 
we know you'll really like." 

"We got awful horny in class today," said Bill. "Just sitting there and 
watching you, it really turned us on. We gotta get our rocks off right now." 

They started moving toward her, closing in on her. It was like a nightmare 
she couldn't escape from. Too dazed to make a sound, she started backing up, 
but she knew she wasn't going to get away. It would end with those three 
grinning kids stripping her, pawing her, fucking her one by one-humiliating 
her again. 

"Aw, come on, Miss Martin," said Tom, "don't look like that. We know you dig 
fucking. You don't have to put on an act with us." 

"Yeah, teacher," said Freddy, "why don't you just take off your clothes? 
We're wasting time. We want it, and we know you do, too." 

Jane hadn't thought it was possible to blush so deeply, but she just kept 
getting redder and redder as they taunted her and stalked her. She backed up 
against her desk, trapped, and the three grinning little boys moved in on 
her, feverishly pawing her lush mature body through her clothes. 

"Oh, nooo," she said, "please, don't...." 

"Bullshit," said Bill, chuckling, "we know you want it, teacher." 

Just then they heard quick footsteps in the hall, and the doorknob started 
to turn. Bill, Tom and Freddy ducked behind the desk and hid. The door 
opened, and there was Luke Dean. He shut the door behind him and locked it. 
He licked his lips and gave Jane a feverishly lusty stare. 

"Good afternoon, Miss Martin," he said hoarsely. "I'm glad I caught you 
before you left. There's something you must do for me. I-I just don't seem 
to be able to wait." 

Jane saw well enough what he meant. His fly was sharply tented. She blushed 
clear to her toes. Dean had no idea that the three boys were hiding behind 
the desk, that there were witnesses-and she couldn't tell him. He'd be 
furious. 

"Perhaps later, Mr. Dean," she said nervously, "at my house...." 

"Now," he said. "I have to have you now...." 

The three boys lay huddled under the desk, poking each other and trying not 
to giggle. Ol' Dean didn't know they could see him. As they watched, he 
unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly and let his pants fall down around 
his ankles. He had skinny white legs, knobby knees. He pulled down his 
shorts, and they saw his thin pale prick. 

It was very stiff, wagging lewdly before him, the head knobby and purple. 

Dean started waddling across the room toward Miss Martin, his pants and 
shorts around his ankles. The boys could barely contain their laughter. From 
their position under the desk they couldn't see too well-only Dean's 
shuffling feet in the tangle of clothes, and Miss Martin's feet in high 
heels. They could hear fine, though. 

"My God, Mr. Dean," Miss Martin said in a shocked voice, "not right here in 
the classrooml" 

"Nothing to worry about," Dean said in his high, shrill voice. "I locked the 
door. Hurry, please, take down your panties. I need you desperately." 

"Mr. Dean, I couldn't," she said, "not HERE. Please-OH!" 

The boys saw Miss Martin's sensible white cotton panties come fluttering 
down around her ankles. The impatient Dean had pulled them down. His feet 
shuffled forward till he was toe-to-toe with Miss Martin. Her legs parted 
unwillingly, as if forced apart. 

"Mr. Dean," she gasped, "this is outrageous. I-I-OHHH...." 

Dean's knees flexed and began to pump. His voice was lusty and hoarse. 
"There," he said, "there ... Yes, you know you like it ... Ahhh, yes, let me 
in...." 

"Ohhh," Miss Martin moaned, "OHHH, Mr. Dean...." 

The boys saw a bright trickle of cunt juice rolling down her legs. Dean's 
knees pumped busily, and the boys could hear him grunting and panting and 
whining as he balled their pretty teacher. Miss Martin moaned steadily, 
softly, as she took the swift short jabs of his cock. More and more sticky 
fragrant cunt juice trickled down her legs. 

"Oooooo," she moaned, "oooooo...." 

"Deeper," Dean whined, "let me in deeper ... Ahhh, that's better...." 

Maybe a minute passed, during which the boys almost exploded in their 
struggle not to laugh, and then Miss Martin gave a shrill cry. Dean pumped a 
few more times, then whinnied like a colt. A thick flood of juice ran down 
Miss Martin's legs, a thick steamy mixture of cunt cream and Dean's cum. The 
boys saw Dean's hands as he reached down to pull up his pants. Miss Martin 
just stood there with her panties still around her ankles, as if dazed. 

"That was just for openers, my dear," Dean said. "I'll be around tonight to 
show you something special." 

He left the room, and the boys crawled out from under the desk, snickering 
and chuckling. Miss Martin was still standing against the edge of the desk, 
her panties around her ankles, bright cream running down her legs. When she 
saw the boys, she blushed furiously, but she seemed too stunned to move. 

"Hey, Miss Martin," Tom said mockingly, "you really got off on ol' Dean's 
cock, didn't you? He and his buddies laughed loudly. 

Jane hung her head. How low was she going to sink? She hadn't meant to let 
Dean fuck her, but he'd been so insistent-and she could hardly tell him that 
she had three boy lovers stashed under her desk. She hadn't meant to enjoy 
his fucking, either, but somehow she'd lost all control the moment she felt 
the fierce jabs of his short hard cock. All the while she'd known the boys 
were listening, but she couldn't control herself. Now she wanted to sink 
right through the floor with shame. 

"I wanta try it the way Dean did," Freddy said gleefully. 

He dropped his pants and shuffled toward her, imitating Dean's awkward 
movements. His friends cracked up, pointing and sniggering. Freddy's young 
cock was stiff as a board, hugging his belly, ready for action-but 
unfortunately Freddy himself had some growing to do. Miss Martin was so much 
taller, he found he couldn't even get his cock into her on tiptoe. 

"Shit," he said. 

Jane felt humiliated, but she saw no point in resisting. The result would be 
the same no matter what she did. Might as well ball the kids and get it over 
with, so she could go home. She needed to get off by herself, think things 
out. There had to be some way out of this nightmarish situation. Meanwhile 
the boys clustered around her, giggling and gawking. 

"Let's ball her on the desk," said Bill. 

"Good idea," said Tom. "Okay, Miss Martin, up on the desk and spread your 
legs." 

Jane obeyed, moving as if in a trance. She couldn't possibly be any more 
humiliated than she already was. She hoisted herself up on the desk and 
kicked off her panties. She moved to the center of the desk and lay down on 
her back. She opened her legs as wide as she could, giving the excited boys 
a full and lewd view of her pussy. She did it almost defiantly, just wanting 
to get it over with. 

"Oh, man," Freddy said, licking his lips, "oh, wow...." 

"Well, don't just stand there staring, man," said Tom. "Fuck her, so we can 
have our turn." 

Freddy wasn't going to be rushed, though He took off his jeans and crawled 
up on the uesk between Miss Martin's widely parted legs, but he didn't start 
to fuck her right away. He gawked wonderingly at her red wet pussy. He'd 
never really had a chance to explore it. He began to run his fingers over 
her moist hot crotch, touching all the mysterious female parts. 

"Ohhh," Jane gasped. She hadn't expected that. His exploring fingers felt 
exciting and pleasant on her naked pussy. With a twinge of guilt she knew 
she wanted him to play with her. What the hell, why not enjoy it? They were 
all going to have her anyhow. It was silly not to get some fun out of it. 
She relaxed and gave herself up to it, moaning softly as Freddy petted and 
caressed her sensitive gash. 

Freddy had to touch everything. He was wildly curious about how girls were 
made. He briefly -rimmed her light brown wrinkled asshole with the tip of 
his finger, but he didn't find it very interesting. It looked just like his 
own. He moved on to more interesting territory, easing his finger into the 
thick pulpy folds of her pussylips. It was very hot and steamy down in those 
folds, and at the very center he located the wet little mouth of her cunt, 
still soaked with Dean's cum. He used his finger to stroke the hot swollen 
cunt lips and rim the wet little cunt mouth. 

"Oooooo," Jane squealed. 

The boys grinned at her. "That feel good to you, teacher?" Tom said. 

Jane blushed and didn't answer, but it became increasingly clear to the boys 
that their pretty teacher liked to be touched between her legs. When Freddy 
thrust a stiff exploring finger up her cunt, she practically rose off the 
desk and gave a hoarse cry of pleasure. Freddy grinned and tested his new 
technique by pumping his finger stiffly and quickly in her hot wet hole. She 
moaned blissfully, and he felt a hot spurt of cunt cream soaking his finger. 

"She really likes this," he said to his friends. 

Jane felt so ashamed, but she just couldn't stifle her hot excitement as the 
boy continued his naughty finger-play with her ever greedy pussy. It felt so 
nice. She drifted off into a daze of enjoyment, letting her legs hang wide 
open. Freddy worked his finger stiffly in her cunt, giving her sharp little 
jolts of pleasure. When he tired of that game, he slipped his finger out and 
moved on to new unexplored territory. 

Freddy parted the black furry lips of her mons and exposed the bright red 
lump of her clit. Bill and Tom leaned close for a better view of the funny 
little organ, wondering what it was for. Freddy placed his fingertip on the 
small fleshy button and found it slick and hot and throbbing with inner 
life. He rubbed it, and Miss Martin had a violent and instant reaction. She 
lurched, moaned, and sighed, and her cunt spewed out a big load of cream. 

"Hey, did you dig that?" Freddy said wonderingly to his friends. "When I rub 
her here, she gets all wet." 

"Yeah, and she really likes it, too," said Tom. "Did you hear her?" 

Jane wondered how she could behave like this, lying with her legs willingly 
parted, letting three little boys stare at her pussy, moaning lustily as one 
of them frigged her. She knew only that she couldn't resist the pleasure of 
it, that she'd been too starved for sex all these years. Every time Freddy 
rubbed her sensitive little clit, she cried out helplessly and creamed 
furiously. 

"Hey, Miss Martin," said Freddy, "what is this thing anyhow?" He rubbed her 
clit again to show her what he meant. 

Jane blushed and said shakily, "It's my clit." 

"What's it for?" said Bill. 

"N-nothing," said Jane, "except to give pleasure." 

The boys exchanged interested glances, and Freddy went back to playing with 
her clit. She howled with delight as he briskly rubbed his finger back and 
forth over the slick hot little lump, and thick cream poured from her cunt. 
Finally Freddy tired of his game and got down to business. He scooted up 
between her legs and poked the hard red head of his cock into the juicy hot 
mouth of her twat. 

"Oooooo," Jane moaned, "OOOOOO...." 

She could hardly wait to feel that still little dick inside her. The kid had 
gotten her so aroused playing with her pussy, she felt she'd die if she 
didn't get it. As Freddy penetrated her, she couldn't suppress a long low 
sigh of gratification. The boy began to move his slim, hard cock very fast 
in her, and Jane moaned happily. With all that fierce eager poking, it 
wouldn't take her long to cum. 

"Ummm," she murmured, "UMMMH!" 

Freddy felt Miss Martin's deliciously snug cunt growing hot and molten 
around his jerking dick. She seemed more relaxed than last night, less 
reluctant to show that she enjoyed his fucking. He was glad she wasn't 
resisting any more. It was no fun when she cried and struggled. He liked her 
as she was now, a faint smile on her flushed face, her eyes fluttering, her 
voice husky with pleasure. 

Bill and Tom noticed the change in their teacher, too. It was like she'd 
decided to stop fighting and start enjoying herself. As Freddy fucked her 
faster and faster, she arched her body up to meet his thrusts, and she 
panted and moaned. When the powerful climax hit her, she didn't try to 
stifle her cries of joy. Her lush body rocked with orgasm, her huge tits 
wobbling. 

"Ohhh, yesss...." she cried, "OHHHHHH!!!" 

She arched her body up even farther, and Freddy almost fell off. Clinging 
grimly to her hips, he managed to stay in the saddle until her violent 
spasms died down. Then he howled blissfully and started shooting his creamy 
load into her. Miss Martin kept her legs wide open for him as he came. 

"Awww," Freddy howled, "awww, Jesus, AWWW...." 

Only when Freddy finally rolled off her, his small cock limp and dripping, 
did she start to look embarrassed. Jane saw the grinning circle of boys, 
their hot eyes on her big jiggling boobs and the lush black expanse of her 
bush-and she blushed hotly. She'd been so carried away with pleasure, she'd 
forgotten she had an audience. She'd forgotten that her partner was only 
twelve years old. 

Well, it was too late now to change her behavior, and she had to admit to 
herself that she was looking forward to taking on the next boy. The fact 
that she was getting four cocks in one day, and loving it, no longer shocked 
her. She realized she had long lonely sexless years to make up for. No 
wonder her body was starved.... 

Bill, the kid with the thick blond hair that hung in his eyes, stared 
hungrily at her exposed wet gash while he lowered his jeans. Jane stared 
just as hungrily at his superb blond cock, four stiff inches of pure pale 
meat. All those years when she hadn't had a man, she'd had wicked fantasties 
of fucking one guy after another-and now they were coming true. 

Bill leaped onto the desk, stiff little peter wagging, and scrambled between 
Miss Martin's hot silky thighs. Panting with eagerness, he poked the hard 
red head of his dick into her wet hair-fringed hole. It was like molten lava 
in there, so deliciously hot and wet that he squealed with pleasure as he 
penetrated her. Miss Martin moaned and arched her pussy up to meet his 
thrust. 

"Oh, God, yes," she said in a husky voice, ... yesss...." 

Jane didn't know just what had come over her, but she couldn't hide her 
pleasure any longer. Maybe she'd resigned herself to her fate. In any case, 
when Bill's hard slim cock pushed quickly into her, she moaned aloud and 
urged him on. She slammed her pussy up to take his cock, letting him push 
all the way to her womb. She creamed furiously around his jerking dick. 

Bill sighed blissfully as he snuggled up to Miss Martin's mature curvy body. 
Like Freddy, he was half a head shorter than her, and his flushed grinning 
face rested on her big swollen tits. He began to dig his cock in her steamy 
little hole, fucking her fast and hard, unable to contain his excitement. 

Jane gurgled ecstatically as Bill's stiff little dick poked hard and fast in 
her long-starved cunt. She wished it could go on forever. Tomorrow was soon 
enough to worry and feel guilty about his bizarre affair with her own sixth 
grade students. Right now she intended to enjoy herself to the hilt. 

"Ummm," she moaned, "AHHH ... DEEPER ... HARDER!!!" 

BUI gladly obeyed, and in another moment his beautiful teacher gave a shrill 
shriek and began to cum. Her cunt creamed furiously around his jerking cock, 
then tightened exquisitely, squeezing the jism right out of him. Bill whined 
and shot his load. For a long wonderful moment he and Miss Martin writhed 
and howled together. At last his cock went limp, and he sighed and crawled 
off her. 

Tom was ready to take his place instantly. Jane got just a brief glimpse of 
the brown-haired boy's stiff pale peter before he was scrambling between her 
legs. She felt the hard hot little cock head ramming into her cream-soaked 
box, pushing eagerly into her cunt. Although she'd already cum three times 
in an hour, she squealed with pleasure and welcomed his cock as much as the 
others. Her need seemed to be insatiable-but no wonder, after all those 
years without sex. 

"Yes, darling, yes," she babbled, "put it in meee...." 

Tom certainly didn't have to be urged. He blissfully dug his erect prick 
deep into her gushing hot twat and began to ball her for all he was worth. 
His hard-driving prick made lewd squishing noises in her soaked hole. Miss 
Martin wailed with pleasure and held her long shapely legs wide open for him 
as he balled her. She didn't try to hide the fact that she loved his 
fucking. 

None of the kids thought the less of her for this. Tom, Bill, and Freddy 
adored their tall beautiful teacher and were glad to be able to bring her 
pleasure. Jane didn't know that, though, and when she came for the fourth 
time, cumming right along with Tom, she blushed deeply with shame. What must 
these kids think of her? 

"Boys," she said nervously, climbing off the desk, "I must get home. It's 
late." 

"Can we see you later, Miss Martin?" Tom said eagerly. 

She didn't answer. Blushing and stumbling, she was already out the door. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Jane downed two quick martinis when she got home, but they didn't help ease 
her feelings of guilt and shame. Every day she thought she couldn't sink any 
lower, but then she did. Today had been a most disgusting example of lewd 
behavior on her part. She'd left no doubt in the boys' minds that she loved 
to fuck and could even get off with a pack of twelve year olds. 

"Oh, God," she said, "what am I going to do?" 

She knew she couldn't go on like this, alternately balling the principal and 
her students. Her guilt would be too great, and sooner or later somebody was 
going to talk. Her career would be ruined when the town found out she was 
little better than a sex maniac. Somehow she had to get free of these 
entanglements with Dean and the boys-but did she even want to? 

That question made her blush, but she didn't get a chance to consider it. 
The doorbell rang. It was Luke Dean, who looked her over appreciatively, 
licking his thin lips. Jane was dressed in a black pantsuit that hugged her 
tall lush figure. Dean started toward her, and she backed away, holding up 
her hand to stop him. 

"Not tonight, please, Mr. Dean," she said. "I'm awfully tired." 

Dean scowled, and her heart sank. She couldn't very well tell him that she 
was exhausted from balling little boys in her classroom. She tried to close 
the door in his face, but Dean pushed it open, showing remarkable strength. 
She staggered backwards, and he strode into the living room, slamming the 
door shut behind him. 

"I told you once before," he said angrily. "You must never say no to me." 
His little icy blue eyes glinted behind his rimless glasses. 

Jane knew that look. It was the same expression as when he'd discovered a 
student doing something wrong and was getting ready to use his paddle. There 
was no arguing with him then-it only made him angrier and more vicious. All 
she could do was soothe him and hope he wouldn't hurt her. 

"Very well, Mr. Dean," she said, "whatever you want." 

He gave her a tight little smile. "I knew you'd see it my way," he said. 
"Believe me, Miss Martin, all you have to do is obey my wishes, and I'll see 
that you always have a secure job at our school." 

"That would be nice," said Jane, but she wondered if it really would. Would 
the security be worth the price she'd have to pay-being Luke Dean's sexual 
plaything till the day he died? She really didn't think she could stand 
that. The skinny balding pale little man gave her the creeps. 

"Enough talk," said Dean. "I told you I was coming over this evening to show 
you something special. Let's go to your bedroom." 

Jane shuddered but obeyed. With Luke Dean it was better just to cooperate 
and get it over with. She thought grimly that he certainly couldn't hurt her 
much with that pitiful little cock of his. She had that much to be thankful 
for. 

Jane led the way to her bedroom, and Dean closed the door behind them. He 
began to unknot his tie, grinning wickedly at her. Jane sighed and started 
to undress, knowing it would do no good to delay. Whatever the "special" 
thing was he had in mind, she might as well get it over with. She was 
stripped down to her bra and panties when Dean spoke again. 

"Come here," he said, his voice squeaky with horny excitement. "I want you 
to finish undressing me, my dear. Get down on your knees. Yes, that's good. 
Now take off my pants...." 

Jane knelt before him and reached for his belt. 

Dean had taken off his shirt, revealing his skinny hairless wormy-pale 
chest. It wasn't much of a turn-on, and she knew that in removing his pants 
she wasn't going to see anything exciting, either. While Dean leered at her 
and licked his lips, she lowered his trousers and helped him step out of 
them. 

"Very good," he said excitedly. "Now my shorts." 

His legs were skinny, deathly pale, and almost hairless. Jane certainly 
wasn't distracted by them. She tugged down his jockey shorts and saw his 
pitiful little cock-a mere nub of flesh, limp and soft and doughy. It was 
practically lost in its nest of gray and brown pubic hairs. She helped Dean 
step out of his shorts. 

"Excellent, my dear," he said. "Now just stay right where you are, on your 
knees. I'm going to show you that very special thing...." 

Meanwhile a couple of blocks away, Tom, Bill, and Freddy were hurrying down 
the alley toward Miss Martin's house. They hoped to get there before Luke 
Dean. He wouldn't dare try to get it on with her in front of kids, and they 
could pretend they were there for extra tutoring. Old Dean would just have 
to go away-leaving Jane to the ever-horny boys. 

When they finally reached Jane's house, they were bitterly disappointed to 
find Dean's car already parked in front. "Shit,' said Tom, "he got here 
first. That blows it for tonight, I guess." 

"We could wait till he leaves," said Bill. 

"Let's at least peek in the window and see what they're doing," said Freddy. 
"That's better than nothing." 

They all agreed to have a look. The living room was empty, and they crept 
around the side of the house till they could see into the bedroom. There 
were Dean and Miss Martin. She was kneeling before the leering principal, 
wearing only her bra and panties, and she was taking down Dean's pants. 

"I bet that isn't much of a turn-on for her," said Freddy. 

"Yeah," said Bill, "she only does it 'cause he's got some kind of hold on 
her. Wish we know what it was. Maybe we could help her." 

"Hey, keep it quiet, you guys," Tom said nervously. "The window's open some. 
We don't want them to hear us." 

The boys quieted down and watched intently through the bedroom window while 
their pretty teacher helped the principal out of his pants and then his 
shorts. They saw his ugly soft little cock and knew that soon it would be 
stiff and working inside Miss Martin's wonderfully hot slick cunt. They 
sighed with envy and felt their own cocks go hard and aching in their jeans. 

Nothing they could do about it, though. They'd just have to be patient and 
wait till Dean left. 

Meanwhile, it might be fun to see exactly what the adults did in bed.... 

Though he didn't know it, Luke Dean's voice was clearly audible to the 
spying boys outside the window. He leered down at Miss Martin, ogling her 
swelling tits which seemed ready to burst from her bra. This gorgeous 
creature was all his to play with, to do whatever he wanted with, thanks to 
the guilty secret he knew about her. 

"Now," he said triumphantly, "I'm going to show you that very special 
thing...." 

Jane wondered what kinky thing he had in mind tonight. She wasn't at all 
excited about it, just wanted to be done with it. Dean leaned forward a 
little and brushed his soft wormy-white cock against her lips. She recoiled 
in disgust. He seized her shoulders painfully hard and forced her to stay 
still, his limp little dick rubbing her mouth. 

"Surely you've heard of oral sex, my dear?" he said. "Or to put it in more 
vulgar terms, cock-sucking and pussy-eating?" 

Jane moaned in disgust and horror. Straight fucking was bad enough with this 
man, but she certainly wasn't going to engage in any oral play with him. The 
very idea revolted her. She whined and jerked away from him, but he pulled 
her back, forcing her to move her lips back and forth over his doughy little 
dick. She felt like gagging. 

"So you don't like the idea?" he said, chuckling wickedly. "Well, I think I 
know how to change your mind. First I'll go down on you, get you interested. 
Then I'll allow you to suck my cock. By the time we get around to that, 
you'll be begging for it, believe me." 

Jane couldn't stifle a bitter laugh. "Not likely," she said. "I never heard 
of anything so filthy and disgusting." 

To her surprise, Dean didn't get angry. He had a strange glint in his little 
piggy eyes. "Get up," he said. "Come over to the bed." 

Jane obeyed-anything to get her mouth away from his ugly little cock. As 
they stood beside the bed, Dean unhooked her bra and drew it off. Her pale 
melon-size tits wobbled from their confinement, swinging free till Dean 
grabbed them and squeezed them lustily, flicking her big brown cone-shaped 
nipples with his wet tongue tip. Jane shuddered. 

"Don't be so coy, my dear," he said, laughing. "You know you love it once we 
get started." 

She wanted so much to tell him the truth, that she did love to fuck, but not 
with HIM. It wouldn't do any good to get him angry, though. She clenched her 
jaw and stood icy and still as Dean seized her panties and drew them down to 
her ankles. She obediently stepped out of them, and Dean sank to his knees 
before her, burying his face eagerly in her thick silky black muff. 

"Ummm," he said in a muffled voice, "you smell nice. I'm going to enjoy 
eating your pussy, Miss Martin." 

Jane shuddered at the thought. Still she was going to have to endure it, if 
that's what he really wanted. He knew too much about her, damaging knowledge 
that could disgrace her and end her career. Stiff and cold, she allowed him 
to ease her down on the bed. She lay on her back in the center of the bed, 
and skinny Dean scrambled up beside her. 

"Open your legs," he said, panting, "open them wide...." 

Jane listlessly obeyed, spreading her long legs as wide as she could, then 
bending her knees and drawing them back. She exposed her moist red pussy 
completely, lewdly, almost as if to taunt him. Dean didn't see the irony in 
it. His eyes widened, and he licked his lips. He crawled between her legs, 
little limp prick jiggling, and gawked hungrily at her lush red gash with 
its fringe of black curls. 

"Lovely," he said. "Yes, I'm going to enjoy eating your pussy...." 

Jane felt her skin crawl as he stared and stared at her naked crotch, his 
hot moist breath fanning the sensitive flesh. She didn't know just what 
pussy-eating involved, but she was sure it would be horrible with Luke Dean. 
She felt so exposed and humiliated with that little creep gawking and 
panting all over her pussy. 

"Now just relax, my dear," he said. "I know you'll love this...." Like hell, 
thought Jane. 

She didn't relax. She lay stiff as a board, cold and disgusted, as Luke Dean 
slowly lowered his ugly rabbit-like face into her crotch. His sparse hair 
tickled her inner thighs, and then she felt his face pressing against her 
lush black bush. He snuffled around in it, breathing in her fragrance, and 
then he used his fingers to pry open the furry black lips of her mons. She 
felt his hot breath on her clit. 

Suddenly intense pleasure streaked through her unprepared body, and she 
lurched up and sank back again, gasping with surprise. What the hell was he 
doing to her that felt so incredibly good? She glanced down and saw Dean's 
skinny red tongue, spitty and glistening, lapping back and forth on her 
little pink button of a clit. He licked the tiny lump hungrily, briskly. 
Damn him-of course THAT was going to feel good. 

"Nooo," she moaned, "please stop ... Filthy ... Not right...." 

Dean paid no attention. He licked faster and faster on her horny tender bud, 
till it was all she could do to lie still and keep quiet. It felt so damned 
good ... He suddenly pressed his lips to her wet little joy button and 
sucked it into his mouth. He began to suck on it fast and hard, and Jane 
almost fainted with pleasure. 

"Ahhhhhh," she moaned. 

Damn him, damn him, she'd never felt anything so delicious in her life as 
Dean's wet little tongue and greedy thin lips licking and sucking her 
sensitive joy button. Helplessly she began to cream in his face, her aroused 
cunt pouring out floods of steamy fragrant juice. She clawed the bed and 
clenched her teeth in an effort not to scream with pleasure. 

Dean sucked her hot throbbing clit till she was panting on the very edge of 
orgasm, then moved on lower into her crotch. Whining, she felt his wicked 
tongue snaking into the steamy folds of her cuntlips, rimming the wet 
gushing mouth of her box. Then his tongue was creeping right into her cunt, 
slowly probing and penetrating, till violent pleasure burst over her and she 
could no longer control herself. 

"Ahhh, God," she wailed, "so good ... AHHH...." 

She heard Dean chuckle as he worked his slippery hot tongue ever deeper into 
her scalding wet box. She couldn't help it-she loved it. The wicked pleasure 
of having a man's wiggling tongue deep in her cunt was just too great. 
Ashamed of herself but unable to stop, she moaned and whined her enjoyment. 

Again he kept at it till she was gasping and nearly cumming, then suddenly 
withdrew his tongue from her molten box. She felt him licking still lower in 
her steamy crotch, right down to the clenched little mouth of her asshole. 
To her shock, he pressed the tip of his tongue against her small brownie and 
started to push inside. 

"Oh, NO," she yelped, "not THERE!!! My God, Mr. Dean, that's not natural, 
not right ... Please, stop...." 

He paid no attention to her frantic protests. He gripped her round writhing 
butt so she couldn't move away, and he pressed his tongue hard against the 
clenched tight mouth of her bumhole. She felt his slick tongue easing into 
her, and a blinding bolt of pleasure overcame her. My God, it seemed wicked 
and impossible, but it felt delicious to have his tongue in her ass. 

"Oooo," she wailed, "oooooo...." 

Dean chuckled and worked his tongue deep into her fiery rectum. She didn't 
resist any more. She wailed her intense pleasure and let him work his tongue 
in her asshole as deep as he pleased.... 

"What's he doing to her?" Freddy said. "She's sure as hell getting off on 
it." 

The three boys watched raptly, noses pressed against the window, as Dean 
crawled between Miss Martin's legs and stuck his face right in her crotch. 
At first she looked disgusted, but when his head started bobbing up and 
down, her expression changed to ecstasy. Soon the pretty teacher was howling 
her pleasure, her face screwed up into a grimace of sensual bliss. 

"He's licking her," said Tom, staring intently at the scene on the bed. 
"He's licking and sucking her pussy. Man, she really likes it." 

"She sure does," said Bill. "Next time we're with her, we oughta try that 
stuff." 

"Good idea," said Tom. "Now let's watch carefully and see exactly what he 
does to her. We could learn a lot from this." 

"Like how to turn girls on," said Freddy, chuckling evilly. 

The three boys watched breathlessly, observing every weird and kinky thing 
Dean did between Miss Martin's legs. They saw him lick and suck her clit, 
stick his tongue deep in her cunt, and finally snake his slick red tongue 
right up her asshole. Miss Martin seemed to like that best of all. She 
practically went out of her mind with pleasure, howling and bucking as Dean 
tongued deep in her ass. 

Yes, they were learning a lot tonight.... 

Just as Jane was ready to cum, Dean jerked his tongue out of her fiery tight 
bumhole and raised his head from her crotch. She whined with disappointment, 
and he leered at her, licking some of her cream from his wet face. 

"Do you want to cum?" he said. 

"Oh, God, yes," Jane whined. "Yes, please...." She couldn't help it, damnit. 
He'd gotten her so aroused, she was doing just as he said, begging for it. 

"Then suck my cock," said Dean. 

He leaped up to straddle her, skinny butt poised over her big swollen tits, 
doughy limp prick brushing her lips. Jane moaned. She didn't want to suck 
his ugly little cock, but she knew she'd do anything, stand on her head or 
jump through hoops, to get some relief from her overpowering lust. 

"It's the only way," Dean said. "Suck my cock, and then I'll bring you off 
with my tongue. Otherwise, you'll just have to do without...." 

Hating herself but unable to do without relief, she opened her mouth. Dean 
leered triumphantly and stuffed his limp warm prick inside. She almost 
gagged when she felt the fat little sausage on her tongue, but she started 
sucking on it. Dean grinned broadly. 

"That's good, Miss Martin," he panted, "excellent. Now be a good girl and 
suck my cock till I cum. Blow me, Miss Martin ... " 

Jane sucked his soft little peter fast and hard, wanting to get it over 
with, and soon Dean moaned and started to get an erection. She found she 
didn't really mind it so much-in fact if it had been anyone but Dean, she 
would have been hotly excited. It was fun sucking loudly and wetly on his 
stiff silky prick, and she even enjoyed the salty taste of his dribbling 
cock juice. 

"Yes, yes," Dean whined, "suck my dick ... Ahhhhh, that's good...." 

His ugly pale face was contorted in a leer of pleasure, his glasses falling 
crooked on his nose. As Jane watched, his eyes rolled aimlessly, his tongue 
snuck out to lick his lips, and he whined shrilly. Suddenly he gave a long 
high howl and she felt his rigid little dick give a violent lurch. Then he 
was shooting his cum down her throat. She had to swallow fast to keep from 
choking on the steamy blasts of jism. 

"Ahhh, delicious," Dean sighed as his wet limp cock slipped from her lips. 
"I could tell you'd never eaten cock before, my dear, but you show a 
definite talent for it. You'll be an expert in no time at all. But now your 
reward." 

He slid down her body again, nestling between her legs, and pushed his face 
into her crotch. Jane squealed with delight as she felt his slick hot tongue 
snaking into her cunt. He tongue-fucked her fast and deep and hard, and it 
didn't take her long to cum, her convulsing cunt nipping and squeezing his 
deep-probing tongue. She despised the man, but she loved what he was doing 
to her.... 

Outside the window, Tom, Bill and Freddy watched breathlessly. After Mr. 
Dean used his tongue in her cunt and made her cum, Miss Martin lay on the 
bed panting and blissfully smiling. Dean got up, looking smug, and put on 
his clothes. 

"Oh, wow," Freddy sighed, "I sure could dig it if she sucked our cocks like 
she did Dean's." 

"Yeah, that'd be so far out," said Bill wistfully. "You suppose we could get 
her to do it?" 

"We just might," said Tom with a wicked grin. "You saw how Dean did 
it-licking and sucking her pussy till she got hot for him. We could do the 
same thing." 

"Well, now's our chance," said Freddy. "Dean's leaving...." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

The boys waited till Dean drove off, then hurried to ring Miss Martin's 
doorbell. She took her time about answering it. When she finally appeared, 
she was wearing a carelessly tied bathrobe and looking kind of glassy-eyed 
like she was off in another world. When she saw the boys, though, she 
blinked and frowned. 

"Hi, Miss Martin," Tom said brightly. "We were watching what you and Mr. 
Dean were doing, and we'd sure like to try it." 

Jane staggered backwards, as if she couldn't believe what was happening. 
"You-you watched?" she said in horror. "Oh, my God ... " 

Nothing to get upset about," said Freddy cheerfully. "It sure looked like 
fun. We'd like to try eating your pussy, Miss Martin." 

"Yeah, teacher, come on," Bill said eagerly, "let us try it. You sure liked 
it when Mr. Dean licked your pussy. Don't you want some more?" 

Jane moaned, unable to chase away the feeling that this was some kind of bad 
dream. God, was the day never going to end? In the afternoon she'd balled 
Dean and the boys, one after the other, and then in the evening it had 
started all over again, with Dean introducing her to oral sex. Now the boys 
wanted to get in on that, too. It boggled her mind. 

"Boys," she said weakly, "not tonight, please. I'm exhausted." 

The boys exchanged glances, then rushed her, dragging her back into the 
living room. She should have known it would do no good to protest. Nothing 
could stop this gang of horny adolescents. As usual they all had fierce 
erections, fat little bulges in the crotches of their jeans. Jane moaned and 
tried to escape their pawing hands. 

"Boys, please," she said, "couldn't we do this tomorrow? I've had a very 
long day. I promise you, tomorrow after class-" 

"Uh-unh," said Tom. "We want it now, Miss Martin. Come on, be fair. You got 
it on with ol' Dean, didn't you-so why not us?" 

She wanted to tell them she wasn't a machine, that she had other things to 
do besides balling-like getting some sleep. It wouldn't have done any good, 
though. Her three young lovers weren't even listening. They were dragging 
her down onto the carpet, roughly pulling open her robe. 

When the boys saw that their teacher wasn't wearing anything under her robe, 
they got even more excited. Quickly they got the sobbing, protesting woman 
out of her robe, ogling her gorgeous naked body. They took turns holding her 
down while they got undressed. Tonight they felt the urge to run around 
naked. 

Jane watched dizzily as the three naked boys pranced around her, stiff young 
pricks wagging. She felt a sudden pooling of saliva in her mouth and 
realized that she was thinking of the new skill Dean had taught her, 
cock-sucking. It would be great fun to suck those three adorable boy-cocks 
... That was a wicked thought, however, and she vowed that tonight she'd 
control her shameful lust. She just couldn't let herself go with these boys 
again. It was too depraved.... 

The boys held a whispered conference, and then turned toward her, grinning. 
Jane steeled herself for another rough-and-tumble session of sex. She was 
exhausted from all the fucking she'd done that day, but she'd have no choice 
but to told out one more time. At least it was an improvement on the bad old 
days, when she never got laid at all-or was it? How long could she go on 
servicing all these horny males? 

"Come over and sit in this chair, Miss Martin," said Tom. 

Listlessly she obeyed, sitting in a large overstuffed chair. The giggling 
boys pranced around her, seizing her long legs and putting them up over the 
arms of the chair, lewdly exposing her pussy. A day ago she would have been 
terribly embarrassed by it all, but now she felt dull and uncaring. It 
didn't matter what they saw, what they did to her. She'd already sunk as low 
as she could get.... 

The boys stood back to admire their work. Lush, ripe and naked, their adored 
teacher saw in the chair with her legs hugely spread, and they could see 
every detail of her black-fringed pussy, from the little light brown wrinkle 
of her asshole to the slightly spread lips of her black furry muff. It was 
all theirs to play with.... 

It was Bill's turn to go first tonight. Grinning, flushed with excitement, 
he walked over and knelt before Miss Martin's chair, eying her ripe red 
pussy. He felt thrilled to be the first one to go down on her, and he hoped 
he'd make her like it as much as Dean had. She didn't seem too eager. Her 
face was blank and weary, and she wasn't even blushing for a change-but then 
she hadn't been too excited when Dean first started eating her pussy, 
either. 

Bill recalled all the things the principal had done to arouse her, and then 
he took a deep breath and plunged his face into the soft warm fur of her 
wide black bush. Miss Martin gasped, then sat still. Bill rubbed his face 
around in the crisp tickling curls, breathing in her heady fragrance of soap 
and powder and cunt juice. With trembling hands he gently parted the swollen 
black-furred lips of her mons and exposed the small red lump of her clit. 
That was where Dean had started licking her, and she'd really enjoyed it. He 
prayed he could do as well. 

Tom and Freddy sat down on the arms of the chair and played idly with Miss 
Martin's big hot swollen tits as they watched Bill go down on her. Almost at 
once her large beige nipples stiffened against their hands, but she showed 
no excitement. Bill had opened the ripe furry lips of her muff and uncovered 
the strange little red button she called her clit. As his friends watched 
eagerly, he stuck out his tongue and tickled the small fleshy bud. 

"Eeeeee," Miss Martin squealed. 

Suddenly she was transformed. Her listlessness, her cold stillness, were 
gone, and she threw her head back in the chair and howled with pleasure. Her 
big jugs swelled up tight and hot and throbbing under Tom and Freddy's 
pawing hands. Her teeth glinted in a horny grin. Bill licked briskly and 
hungrily on her little red clit, and she moaned with joy. 

"Ahhhhh, yes, darling," she said, "lick my clit ... It feels sooo nice...." 

The three boys exchanged triumphant glances. They'd found the key to getting 
their teacher hot. All they had to do was keep her that way, and they were 
in for a long evening of fun. Bill remembered the next thing Dean had done 
to her. He pressed his lips against the wet hot lump of her clit and sucked 
the tasty little button into his mouth. 

"Ahhhhh," she wailed, "yes, yes, SUCK MEEE...." 

Bill felt scalding pussy juice soaking his chin as he sucked loudly on the 
hot throbbing nub of her clit. No question about it, Miss Martin really 
enjoyed having her pussy eaten. He sucked even faster on her aroused 
squirting clit, and she wailed hoarsely and rubbed her soaked slit against 
his face. 

"Oooooo," she moaned, "oooo, sooo nice...." 

Bill felt very proud of himself. Never had their beautiful teacher been so 
turned on, not even with that expert pussy-eater, Luke Dean. Bill was having 
a pretty good time, too. He liked the taste of her fragrant juice, got off 
on licking and sucking the bright red swollen flesh between her legs. He 
could have gone on happily for hours. 

His friends were getting impatient, though. "Hey, Bill, let us have a turn," 
said Freddy. "You're hogging her." 

"Yeah, man," said Tom, "we wanta try it, too." 

Bill was reluctant to give up his place, but he knew it was only fair. All 
the boys wanted to try out the strange but effective techniques they'd seen 
Dean using on Miss Martin. It would be very handy to be able to arouse a 
girl so powerfully and so fast. Bill had already proved he could do it, so 
he surrendered his place between Miss Martin's lovely long legs. 

Jane's eyes fluttered open as the blond kid moved away from her. She felt 
dizzy and almost "achingly horny. She certainly hoped that wasn't the end of 
the fun-but knowing these boys, it probably wasn't. Bill had sucked her clit 
so deliciously, she hated to see him quit, but Freddy, the redhead, took his 
place almost at once. Jane settled back with a smile. To hell with 
guilt-she'd have plenty of time for that later. 

Freddy knelt between Miss Martin's satiny thighs and eyed the lush wet red 
flesh of her gash. Since Bill had already tried out some of the things Mr. 
Dean had done to her, Freddy decided to take over from there. He recalled 
that after Dean had licked her clit, he'd moved on to her cunt. Freddy 
zeroed in on the wet little hole, hoping to arouse his pretty teacher just 
as hotly as Bill had done. 

The small wet pit of her cunt mouth was scalding hot and steamy. Freddy 
stuck out his slick red tongue and began to rim the moist little hole, 
tickling and lapping swiftly. Miss Martin made a husky cooing noise, and he 
felt a sudden flood of hot tasty cream all over his face. He grinned to 
himself. She liked what he was doing. He intended to be just as successful 
as Bill.... 

Jane liked it, all right. She'd never felt anything so exquisitely good as 
having her pussy slowly licked, sucked and aroused by these eager young 
boys. Luke Dean knew all the techniques better, perhaps, but somehow he 
didn't excite her nearly as much as these horny eager little kids. They 
didn't have to hold her down this time. She kept her legs open wide, thrown 
over the chair arms, and moaned with joy as Freddy's slick hot little tongue 
-rimmed and cleaned the mouth of her cunt. 

"Uraram, yes, dear," she murmured, "that feels wonderful...." 

Freddy imitated everything he'd seen Mr. Dean do. He snaked his tongue into 
the hot plump recesses of her cunt lips, making her groan with excitement. 
He -rimmed the gushing mouth of her cunt, and Jane panted and squealed. 
Finally he thrust his tongue right into her cunt, digging deeply, hotly 
excited by her tightness and fiery heat. 

"OOOOOO," Jane moaned, "Oh, God, yes, LICK MY CUNT...." 

Tom and Bill could see their friend sticking his wet red tongue right into 
Miss Martin's box, thrusting clear to the root. Miss Martin obviously loved 
it. She arched her body and wailed hoarsely as she took Freddy's tongue deep 
in her seething twat. Her eyes rolled wildly, and her big tits seemed to 
swell up tight and bursting. Her cream gushed out to soak Freddy's freckled 
face. 

Freddy started using his tongue like a cock in her cream-filled hole, 
thrusting rapidly in and out. It made a loud lewd sucking and squishing 
noise, but nobody laughed. Miss Martin was wailing hoarsely and steadily 
with pleasure, and Tom and Bill were watching intently, memorizing Freddy's 
technique. He certainly was blowing her mind with that noisy swift 
tongue-fucking. 

"Ahhhhh," Jane moaned, "AHHHHH ... Yes, YES ... DEEPER ... Oh, my God, 
that's good...." 

Freddy blissfully worked his tongue in and out of her slick hot twat, 
content to go on for some time. He liked the taste of her cream, and he 
loved getting his pretty teacher hot and horny. Soon Tom was demanding his 
turn, though, and Freddy reluctantly withdrew his tongue from Miss Martin's 
squeezing hot cunt. He moved out of the way, and Tom scurried to take his 
place. 

Jane whimpered with frustration when the boy took his tongue out of her 
cunt. She'd loved it, and she was so close to cumming. Another boy quickly 
took his place, however, and she settled back th a blissful sigh, 
anticipating more delicious and wicked tongue play between her legs. Tom 
didn't disappoint her. He started licking swiftly and greedily from her clit 
to her asshole. 

"UMMMMM," Jane moaned. 

Tom was determined to learn everything there was about eating pussy, so he 
could drive girls wild when he got a little older. He repeated everything 
he'd seen Dean do, starting with Miss Martin's plump red clit. He licked and 
sucked it and discovered how sensitive the little button was. Miss Martin 
wailed with ecstasy at his slightest touch. 

He moved downward to tickle and lash her fat red pussylips and the brimming 
mouth of her cunt. She loved that, too. 

There was just one place he hadn't tried, one place none of the boys had 
explored yet. He recalled Dean licking her asshole. Well, he was here to 
learn, and anything that old fart could do, he was going to do better. He 
licked swiftly downward till he was rimming the tight wrinkled mouth of her 
brownie. Miss Martin began to pant loudly. 

"Oooooo, so nice," she whined, "but you don't have to ... Not there ... Not 
natural...." She tried to go on, but her hot excitement turned her words 
into meaningless babble. It was wicked of the kid to lick her THERE, but it 
was hotly exciting, too, and it felt so damned good. 

Tom paid no attention to her protests. He was intent on exploring her 
light-brown bumhole. He pressed his tongue tip stiffly against the little 
clenched mouth and pushed hard. Miss Martin gave one last squeal of protest, 
and then he felt hte tiny hot mouth relaxing, admitting his tongue. He 
pushed his tongue slowly into the exquisitely tight slick hot passage of her 
asshole. 

"EEEEEE," she shrieked. 

It was the most exquisite and dizzying pleasure she'd ever felt. As Tom's 
slim wet tongue dug deep into her tight asshole, she almost fainted with 
joy. No way could she hide the deep pleasure she felt. 

She clawed the chair arms, creamed furiously on the boy's flushed face, and 
hoarsely wailed her excitement. Bill and Freddy exchanged looks-they'd never 
seen Miss Martin so aroused. 

"What's he doing to her, anyhow?" said Bill. "She's sure getting off on it." 

Freddy leaned closer to take a look. "Got his tongue up her ass," he said. 
"Jesus, yeah, she really likes it." 

Jane thought dryly how such remarks would have embarrassed her to tears just 
a few days ago. Now she didn't give a damn, didn't care what the boys saw or 
said, so long as she got her pleasure. Her need for it was so great, it 
drowned out her conscience, and she shamelessly wailed her joy as Tom worked 
his slick wet tongue in and out of her tight little asshole. 

Like the other boys, Tom could cheerfully have gone on eating her pussy for 
hours-'but he was hogging her, and his friends were getting impatient. They 
hopped up and down beside the chair, and Jane ogled their stiffly wagging 
little peters. She felt saliva rushing to her mouth, and again she knew that 
she wanted desperately to taste, lick and suck those adorable little dicks. 

"Hey, Tom, come on," said Bill, "let us have a turn." 

"Yeah, no fair," said Freddy. "You can't keep her all to yourself." 

Sighing, Tom withdrew his tongue from her fiery tight asshole with a loud 
juicy pop. He stood up, dizzy and horny, beside his friends. Jane now had 
three beautiful erect young cocks to gawk at. More saliva rushed to her 
mouth. Wicked as it seemed, she knew what she wanted to do with those 
swollen little dicks. Dean had taught her to suck cock, and she was ready 
for long sessions of practice.... 

"Well," said Tom, "we learned how to eat pussy. It sure worked great, didn't 
it?" 

"Yeah," said Freddy. "Must be the first time ol' Dean ever taught anything 
useful." His remark was outrageous, but so funny that even Jane had to 
laugh. She wished Dean could have heard it-the little creep would shit 
himself. 

"Well, let's try that other thing," said Bill, "you know, when she sucked 
his cock. That'd be far out." 

The other boys agreed, obviously, for they looked longingly at Jane, hoping 
for her cooperation. Little did they know that their teacher was way ahead 
of them. Jane had been praying for an excuse to touch and taste those 
fiercely erect, four-inch cocks. She tried to disguise her eagerness, but it 
wasn't easy. 

"Let me get down on the rug, boys," she said. "That might work better." 

She got up and went to the center of the room, lying down on her back. The 
boys pranced eagerly after her, pale little dicks wagging. Jane felt too shy 
to say what she wanted, but she held out her arms to Bill, and the eager kid 
hurried to straddle her, his small firm butt resting lightly on her big 
cushiony tits. His hard little pecker was right there, hugging his belly, 
within an inch of her mouth. 

"Oh, WOW, Miss Martin," Bill said breathlessly, "will you suck my cock like 
you did Dean's? Please, please....?" 

Jane said nothing. She just seized his hard throbbing silky cock and gently 
bent it down to her lips. She sucked it inside, take the whole thing in one 
greedy gulp. His taut hairless balls came to rest against her chin. She 
started sucking hard and fast on his tasty little prick. Already she could 
tell she was going to love sucking boy-cock. She couldn't contain her 
excitement, sucking loudly and wetly. 

"AWWWWW," Bill yelped. "Oh, wow, fantastic ... Really GREAT!!" 

His friends hopped up and down in an agony of impatience and envy while Bill 
got his blow job from the teacher. Fortunately they didn't have to wait 
long. The swift hard sucking and the fiery wetness of her mouth made Bill so 
excited, he started to cum almost at once. 

"EEEEEE," he whined. "Gonna shoot ... AWW!!" 

Jane greedily gulped the sizzling squirts of jism, still hungrily sucking 
his lurching little prick. It was so much more fun than blowing Luck Dean. 
The boy's cock was prettier, tastier, a delight to suck. She sighed and 
licked her lips for the last droplets when Bill rolled off her and lay 
panting on the rug. 

Freddy leaped to take his place, squatting over Jane's big ripe jugs, 
eagerly bending his erect blue-veined prick to her lips. Jane took it in one 
greedy snap, famished for more delicious boy-cock. She sucked the hard 
little rod inside, clear to his balls, and started sucking just as fast and 
loud as she had with Bill. Freddy's freckled face turned pink with 
excitement, and he squealed shrilly. 

"Oh, man, out of sight," he moaned. "LOVE it...! Yeah, yeah, Miss Martin, 
suck my dick!" 

The wet slurping sounds of her sucking filled the room. Freddy soon added to 
the noise, shieking and yelping his pleasure as Miss Martin worked her slick 
juicy hot mouth around his achingly erect prick. Like Bill, he was hotly 
excited in no time at all, losing all control. In less than a minute he 
yelped and shot his load. Jane didn't let his soft little prick escape till 
she'd sucked it clean of its juices and gulped all his tasty boy-cum. 

"Oh, WOW," Freddy moaned as he rolled off her, "too fuckin' MUCH!!" 

Tom didn't care about Freddy's impressions of his first blow job. He wanted 
to find out for himself. His red-haired friend had hardly rolled out of the 
way before Tom was in his place, his taut little ass cushioned by Miss 
Martin's big swollen tits. Trembling with eagerness, he bent his erect cock 
down to her mouth. Miss Martin gulped at it hungrily, and then he squealed 
with joy as he felt his hard little cock sucked deep into her silky hot 
mouth. 

"AWWWWW," Tom bawled. "Oh, man, it feels great ... Suck my cock, Miss 
Martin, suck meee...." 

Jane greedily complied, sucking his tasty hard rod as fast and loud as she 
had the others. She could well imagine what people would think if they could 
see this scene-a middle-aged teacher giving blow jobs to her sixth-grade 
students. Well, she didn't give a damn, at least not now. She was having the 
time of her life. There'd be plenty of time later to worry.... 

Jane didn't know that very soon she was going to have a lot more to worry 
about.... 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Luke Dean went home from Miss Martin's feeling smug and triumphant. He'd 
forced that bitch to do everything he wanted, even suck his cock and eat his 
cum. If she'd do that, there was no limit to the kinky and wild sexual 
tricks he could make her perform. He had her right where he wanted her. 

Or did he? As he got ready for bed, Dean felt a nagging dissatisfaction with 
the way things were going. True, he'd blackmailed his most attractive 
teached into becoming his mistress, his sexual slave, and he could probably 
get her to do most anything he wanted. Somehow, though, it wasn't as much 
fun as he'd anticipated. No matter what they did, no matter what use he made 
of her body, it was clear that Jane Martin hated his guts. 

That was what annoyed him. She hadn't surrendered completely, and she wasn't 
really his slave. Even when he was fucking her in the mouth, he could see 
the disgust and hatred in her eyes. He didn't like that. He wanted her to 
worship him, submit to him gladly. No, his work wasn't done-it was only 
beginning. He wouldn't be content until Jane Martin was totally his. 

Dean put his pajamas back in the drawer and hurriedly got dressed again. He 
was going to that woman's house and make love to her till she submitted to 
him completely, till he fucked the hatred right out of her. It was just like 
with the students-they obeyed and feared him, but they didn't like him. He 
couldn't stand that. Luke Dean wanted his authority to be total. 

When he got to Jane's house again, he decided not to knock. He'd just sneak 
in quietly and go straight to her bedroom, climb into bed with her, and 
teach her a lesson. Dean skipped silently up the front steps and turned the 
knob without making a sound. The front hall was dark as he entered, but 
there was one lamp on in the living room. It gave enough light for Dean to 
see clearly everything that was happening. 

He stopped short in the dark hallway and gawked, pop-eyed. His throat went 
tight and dry, and he couldn't make a sound. He could scarcely believe the 
sickening thing he saw-but it was right there before his eyes: Miss Martin 
and three of her boys students, naked, engaging in incredibly filthy sex 
play. 

Dean staggered back against the wall, clutching his throat, almost 
nauseated. He forced himself to watch, to make sure he was really seeing it. 
Luckily no one had seen or heard him when he came in. He could stand there 
and watch for as long as he wanted. He'd have plenty of time to devise a 
suitable punishment for these people.... 

Jane Martin lay on her back, and one of the boys, whom he recognized as Tom, 
was sitting over her, small firm butt resting on her big swollen breasts. 
Jane was sucking the boy's cock. She obviously wasn't being forced to do it. 
Her eyes glowed with pleasure, and she sucked loudly and greedily. The kid 
squealed blissfully. His two buddies, Freddy and Bill, stood close by, 
watching with wide grins. Their cocks were limp-no doubt Miss Martin had 
already given them blow jobs. 

Dean was outraged. True, he'd done the same thing with Jane not an hour ago, 
squealing with pleasure as she sucked his dick and ate his cum, but that was 
different. These kids were no more than twelve years old, and she was forty. 
She was their teacher. It was scandalous, and Dean intended to see that she 
didn't get away with it. 

He'd wait awhile, though, and get all the evidence he needed. He'd watch 
till she sinned with all three of the boys. Dean seethed with rage and 
jealousy. Damn her, she hated him, but she didn't hate these little brats. 
As he watched, she loudly sucked Tom into a squealing orgasm, moaning 
happily as she ate the boy's cum. She hadn't been that way with Dean.... 

"Hey, Miss Martin," said Freddy, the redhead, "it's still pretty early yet. 
Could we fuck you?" 

Dean almost choked with envy and anger, but he forced himself to stay hidden 
in the shadows and go on watching. He wanted to catch her in the act, and 
then he'd make his entrance. Jane Martin was going to be damned sorry she'd 
ever betrayed him like this.... 

Dean was radiating hostile vibes like a furnace, but Jane and the boys 
didn't feel them. They weren't aware of anything but the fantastic fun they 
were having. Miss Martin had finally decided to relax with the boys and dig 
everything they did, which made it a lot more pleasant for everyone. When 
they asked to fuck her, she'd gladly agreed. 

"We can't do it with limp cocks, though, can we?" she said teasingly. "I'll 
just have to do something about that." 

Jane was in a teasing mood. Now that she'd decided to postpone her guilt and 
shame till the boys left, she could let herself go completely and do every 
wild and kinky thing that came into her head. Those three adorable little 
pale pricks were all limp and floppy after her blow jobs, and she knew just 
how she wanted to get them hard again. She could never get enough of the 
delicious taste of boy-cock.... 

Not caring how she looked, Jane rolled onto her hands and knees and started 
crawling toward Bill. Her huge swollen tits wobbled heavily and almost 
touched the rug. The three boys gawked hungrily at the great jiggling melons 
of flesh. Bill, entering into the spirit of the game, giggled and backed 
away till he was trapped against a chair, he fell backward into it, and Miss 
Martin crawled right up to him and knelt there, ogling his pale limp dick. 

"You just relax, dear," she said huskily, "and I'll have your cock hard in 
no time." 

"I bet you will," Bill said dreamily. 

Jane bent her head down and kissed the soft red silky flesh of his balls. 
The pretty scarlet nut sacs were delicious to feel, smooth and hairless and 
clean. Moaning, she stuck out her tongue and started to lap the little bags, 
making them twitch and flop. Tom and Freddy hurried over to watch, their 
eyes widening when they saw what then-teacher was doing. Her pretty red 
tongue tickled and lapped swiftly over Bill's floppy little balls. 

"Oh, wow," said Freddy, "I hope she does that to us, too." 

"Yeah," Tom said eagerly. 

So far there hadn't been a sound from Bill, but that was because he wasn't 
even breathing. When Miss Martin started licking his balls, it was such an 
unexpected pleasure that he was stunned. Her tongue was wet and slick and 
hot on his tender nut sac, and soon melting sensations of pleasure streaked 
through his loins. He let his breath out in an ecstatic whoosh. 

"AWWW," he gssped, "that feels GREAT...." 

He didn't know it, but Jane was just getting started. She figured her good 
fortune couldn't last long, that she'd be discovered and lose her job, so 
she might as well grab all the pleasure she could while she had the chance. 
This might be the last time she'd have the fantastic experience of playing 
with three beautiful young cocks at once. She wanted to taste and explore 
them thoroughly. 

Jane bent even lower and lifted one of Bill's soft little balls onto her 
tongue. Moaning hungrily, she slowly sucked the limp little sac into her 
mouth. She soaked it with her hot saliva, lashed it with her greedy tongue, 
and sucked it gently but steadily, loving the soft weight on her tongue. 

"AWWW, JESUS," BUI yelped. "SHE'S SUCKIN' MY BALLS!!! Ohh, man, it feels so 
GOOD!!!" 

Tom and Freddy could well imagine how good it felt. They hopped up and down 
impatiently, enviously, but Miss Martin took her time with Bill, her glossy 
brown head wedged between his thighs and bobbing gently. They could hear the 
wet lewd sound of her ravenous sucking as she mouthed BUl's balls. BiU was 
red-faced and trembling with pleasure. 

"Ahhhhh," he whined, "so fuckin' good ... You're gettin' me hard, all right, 
Miss Martin ... Ohhh, man!!!" 

Jane could have gone all night that way, slowly and deliriously savoring his 
tasty soft nut sac, but she knew the other boys were getting impatient and 
wanting their turns. So she sucked his tasty little bag just long enough, 
till she gave him a hot stiff hard-on. She felt his young cock rising 
against her cheek, hard and sleek and pulsing. Reluctantly she pulled away, 
leaving Bill moaning blissfully, his rock-hard prick hugging his belly. 

"Your turn, Tom," she said wickedly. 

Tom squealed and backed away, only to lose his balance and sit down hard on 
the rug. Before he could move, Miss Martin dived for his crotch. Her hair 
tickled his inner thighs, and he instinctively drew his legs farther apart. 
She burrowed in deeper, her fiery moist breath fanning his crotch. Then he 
felt her slick wet tongue tickling his doughy limp prick. He sighed happily 
and lay back to enjoy it. 

Jane licked and lashed the soft little lump of his cock, making it flop and 
bounce. She teased him, using her tongue like a limp whip, making his pretty 
pale peter slap wetly against his belly. His foreskin was in place, wrinkled 
and pointed, hiding the head of his cock. She wriggled her tongue under the 
loose silky skin and -rimmed the sensitive glans. Tom practically rose off 
the rug with a yelp of pleasure. 

"OOOOOO, WOW," he squealed. "Yeah, yeah, lick my cock, Miss Martin ... Oh, 
shit, that feels good...." 

Jane took his soft little prick in her hand, letting just the wrinkled tip 
peek out of her fist. Again she wriggled her tongue under the loose foreskin 
and licked swiftly around and around the pretty red head of his dick. The 
boy squealed and moaned, and it wasn't long before she felt him getting 
hard. 

"Ohhh, man," Tom whined, "I'm gettin' a cockstand, all right...." 

Jane felt his soft little prick twitch violently in her fist and then swell 
into stiff erection. She thought of sucking it, eating his cum, and saliva 
rushed to her mouth. That would be great, but she intended to save that 
rock-hard prick-stand for something even better. After all this delicious 
sex-play, her cunt was aching for a good stiff fucking.... 

Reluctantly she let go of Tom's cock, and the milky pale little rod snapped 
up to hug his belly. She turned, still on her hands and knees, and went 
scrambling after Freddy. The redhead giggled and tried to escape, but Jane 
caught him by the ankle and brought him down. He landed on his hands and 
knees, hard little ass sticking up in the air. Jane dived for his crotch. 

"Ahhhhh, wow, YEAH," Freddy yelped. 

He felt Miss Martin's slick hot greedy tongue lashing rapidly over his 
crotch, from his limp floppy prick right down to his asshole. He shivered 
with pleasure and held quite still, opening his legs farther. She gurgled 
lustily as she licked and tasted everything between his legs, exploring him 
eagerly with her tongue. 

Jane eyed the small light brown wrinkle of his asshole. She remembered how 
exciting it had felt when she'd been tongued there, and she decided to 
return the favor. She pressed the tip of her tongue against the small 
clenched mouth and pushed insistently. Freddy soon got the message. Moaning 
excitedly, he relaced his anal muscles, and the small brownie opened for her 
tongue. Jane quickly thrust her tongue deep into his fiery tight rectum. 

"EEEEEE," Freddy squealed. 

It felt so damned good, so hotly exciting to have Miss Martin's slick tongue 
up his asshole, that he got hard almost instantly. She started working her 
tongue around in his tight slick bumhole, probing and jerking and tickling, 
and Freddy screamed blissfully and pawed the rug. His cock was achingly 
stiff and drooling in no time at all. 

"Ahhhhh, Jesus, Miss Martin," he moaned, "your tongue feels so great in my 
ass, but I'm gonna cums ... Better stop...." 

Jane didn't want to stop, but she knew she'd better save that cockstand. 
With a noisy wet slurp she popped her tongue from his tight pungent asshole 
and backed away from him. Freddy gave a lingering sigh and then turned to 
face her, his pale freckled dick stiff and ready. His buddies were ready, 
too, crowding eagerly around Miss Martin, their pricks as stiff as his. 

"I get to ball her first," said Freddy. 

"Like hell," said Tom. "It's my turn to be first." 

"No way," said Bill. "You guys always make me be last. It's not fair." 

Jane didn't want to waste time arguing. She was so achingly horny, she 
wanted to scream. She wanted a god stiff cock inside her, and she wanted it 
fast. What were they going to do, flip a coin? If only she had more than one 
cunt ... As the angry boys continued to yell at each other, Jane suddenly 
broke into a wicked grin. She didn't have more than one cunt, but she did 
have more than one hole. Her idea was outrageous, wicked, and kinky-and she 
could hardly wait to try it. 

"Boys," she said commandingly, "listen to me. There's no need to fight. I 
can take on all of you at once." 

They stared at her, not understanding. "How can you do that, Miss Martin?" 
said Tom. "You only got one cunt." 

"Yeah," said Freddy, "I don't see how it's possible." 

"We can't all get in at once," said Bill. 

Jane soothed the excited boys. "You just trust me," she said, "and do as I 
say. It'll work, you'll see. To begin with, Tom, you lie down on your back." 

"Yes, ma'am," Tom said, still not seeing how she could fuck three guys at 
once. He lay down on his back with little hope of being satisfied. His 
achingly stiff prick stood straight up, pointing at the ceiling. He'd hardly 
gotten settled before Miss Martin crawled over and straddled him, bringing 
her wet dripping pussy right over his pointing cock. 

"There," she said huskily, grabbing his prick and popping it into her molten 
squeezing cunt, "that's the first step...." 

She paused to groove on it for a moment, gently working her famished twat up 
and down the wonderfully hard rod of his cock. It felt wonderful, and she 
was tempted to forget the other boys, but she also wanted to continue her 
experiment. It would be the most fantastic sexual experience of her life, if 
she could just make it work. Three cocks at once-it was better than all her 
horny fantasies. 

"Bill," she said, "you come around in front of me and stand over Tom. Yes, 
that's it." 

"Yes, ma'am," Bill said, wondering what crazy thing she had in mind. Tom had 
his cock in her cunt, and there was no room for the other boys. He did as 
she instructed, standing over his buddy, his feet on either side of Tom's 
chest. He looked at Miss Martin-and suddenly he understood her plan. 

Jane grinned, then leaned forward a little and started licking his cock. 
"Oh, YEAH," said Bill happily. He understood now. She was going to blow him 
while Tom fucked her. That was just fine with him. Her fiery wet mouth felt 
just as good as her wet clinging cunt. He just wondered how she was going to 
take care of Freddy. There seemed to be no place left for the redhead. 

"Freddy," Jane said eagerly, "you go around behind me. Get on your knees. I 
think you'll know what to do." 

"Okay, teacher," said Freddy. 

He knelt behind her, straddling Tom's feet, but he still didn't understand 
what she wanted. Tom's cock was fully occupying her cunt, working thickly in 
and out, and there was no room for Freddy. All he saw was the small wrinkle 
of her asshole. He stared at it a moment before enlightenment finally 
dawned. He started to grin, but he still wasn't sure.... 

"Hey, Miss Martin," he said, "you want me to, uh ... I mean, there's only 
one place left." 

"That's right, Freddy," she said impatiently. "Fuck me in the ass...." 

Well, he'd heard it with his own ears. If that's what she wanted, he'd be 
happy to oblige. He knew already, from his fingers and tongue, how 
deliciously tight and hot and slick her asshole was. Eagerly he pressed the 
hard red head of his prick against the clenched brownie, and Miss Martin 
relaxed and opened it for him. Moaning with pleasure, Freddy sank his erect 
meat into the fiery clinging hole of her ass. 

"Oooooo," Jane wailed, "that feels sooooo good ... YES, YES, Freddy, fuck me 
in the ASS...." 

With Freddy launched, she could finally suck Bill's adorable little peter 
into her mouth. She didn't need to talk any more. Each boy understood what 
to do. They all did it well, too. Jane felt overpowering excitement and 
pleasure as she took three cocks at once. She felt Bill's slim tasty rod 
seeking her throat, dribbling delicious creams all over her tongue. Tom's 
stiff little pecker jabbed furiously in her wet clinging cunt. Freddy worked 
his slim hard dick swiftly in and out of her aroused hot asshole. If her 
mouth hadn't been stuffed with cock, she'd have screamed her pleasure. 

"UMMMMM," she moaned, "UMMMMM!!" 

The blissful quartet fucked away happily for a few minutes, filling the room 
with wild sounds-bowling, moaning, sighing, the wet slurping noise of three 
cocks working eagerly in Jane's mouth, cunt, and asshole. Then Jane began to 
cum, and every orifice seemed to clench and grow deliciously hot. 

Bill squealed as she sucked hard on his cock, and he began to shoot his 
thick cream into her throat. Tom moaned and pumped this steamy jism into her 
cunt. Freddy howled shrilly and filled her fiery rectum with his spurting 
cum. Jane moaned and gurgled blissfully as she took the triple load of 
boy-cum. 

"PERVERTS," shouted Luke Dean, springing from his hiding place. 

Jane and the boys gasped and looked up. Limp wet little cocks slipped from 
her mouth, cunt, and asshole, but there was no way they could hide what 
they'd been doing. From the look of outrage on his face, they guessed that 
the school principal had been watching them for some time. 

"I came back here to ... uh, talk with you, Miss Martin," Dean said 
furiously, "and I found THIS! My God, I can't believe your depravity. What 
kind of woman ARE you, making love to three children? Taking them all on at 
once-it's sickening. I've never witnessed anything so disgusting in my 
life." 

Jane burst into tears of shame, but the boys weren't phased. They leaped to 
their feet, fists clenched, ready to whip Dean's ass for insulting their 
beloved teacher. "You're gonna pay for this, Mr. Dean," Tom said hotly. 

Dean stood his ground, pale and furious. "You'd better think twice about 
that, young man," he said. "You wouldn't want your parents to know what 
you've been up to, would you? You wouldn't want to be expelled from school. 
Why, for this I could get you all sent to reform school. I think you and 
Miss Martin had better do just as I say." 

Jane looked up at the boys and said wearily, "He's right, I'm afraid. He 
knows too much about us. We'd better do what Mr. Dean wants, boys. It's the 
only way out...." 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

For the first time that year, Jane had no trouble controlling Tom, Bill, and 
Freddy in class. The day after they were caught by Luke Dean, the boys were 
gloomy and quiet. They had no choice but to obey Dean's wishes-which were to 
keep their hands off Miss Martin. If they ever went near her again, Dean had 
said, they'd go to reform school. Of course they had to protect Miss Martin, 
too. Dean had threatened to have her arrested if she even talked to the boys 
outside of class. 

Jane was relieved not to be involved with the boys any more. It had been 
fun, but it was too dangerous. She needed a man her own age. The trouble 
was, she couldn't have anyone but Luke Dean-he'd see to that. He'd told her 
that her career was over if she even looked at another man. 

The prospect of being Dean's lifelong mistress made her very depressed. 

At the end of the school day, when the rest of the class had left, Tom and 
his two buddies risked staying a moment to talk to Miss Martin. "What are we 
gonna do, Miss Martin?" Tom asked her. "Dean's spoiled everything." 

Miss Martin frowned. "I wish there was some way we could get out from under 
his hold," she said, "but I don't know what it is. Let's keep thinking about 
it, and maybe we'll come up with something." 

Jane wasn't very optimistic about that, and neither were the boys. They hung 
around while she gathered up her things, deciding to walk with her a little 
way. They still adored their beautiful teacher and felt very sad about not 
being able to make love to her. At least they could walk her home-it was 
better than nothing. 

Jane felt sorry for the boys, knowing how down they must be, but even if 
they did come up with a way to defeat Dean, she was never going to get 
involved with them again. She didn't tell them that, though. They had 
problems enough. 

She wished something would happen to give Luke Dean some problems for a 
change.... 

Luke Dean left school as soon as the final bell rang, intending to stop home 
for a quick shower and change of clothes, then to to Jane's house. He rubbed 
his hands and chuckled as he thought of the things he might do with her this 
evening. He'd noticed one of those kids balling her in the ass. That might 
be fun to try.... 

Jane was his now, completely his. With all the terrible things he knew about 
her, she wouldn't dare resist him. She wouldn't dare show her hatred, 
either, because that would be punished. If he wanted, he could order her to 
stand on her head while he fucked her. He was the total victor as last. 

Dean strolled off smiling, taking a short cut through the woods. He hadn't 
gone very far before he heard giggling in the bushes, then a shrill squeal. 
It was followed by harsh panting and the sounds of a scuffle. A girl 
shrieked, "Bob, NO! You're being naughty." 

Dean's ears pricked up, alerted by the possibility of catching some students 
misbehaving. He loved to catch them misbehaving. It gave him a chance to 
punish, and, if he was really lucky, to use his paddle. Something about 
paddling all those little bare bottoms, male or female, made him terrible 
excited. Dean loved to hurt, humiliate, and domineer. 

He crept off the path, through the bushes, towards the scuffling sounds. The 
girl was giggling again, the boy panting. At last Dean approached a small 
clearing and saw movement. He crouched behind a nearby bush and peered out 
through the leaves. His face reddened with outrage. It was that wicked girl 
Patty again, seducing another boy. 

Patty had been the start of everything, in a way, though she didn't know it. 
Miss Martin had been watching Patty fuck a boy when Dean came along, caught 
Miss Martin, and made her do what he wanted. He'd been so interested in Miss 
Martin that day, he hadn't thought to punish Patty. Today was going to be 
different. He simply could not allow a twelve-year-old girl to behave like 
this. 

Patty sat in the clearing with a high school kid named Bob. Dean recognized 
him from the football team. Patty was dishevelled but grinning, and Bob was 
in an agony of lust, the crotch of his jeans hugely tented. Patty sat close 
to him, but not close enough to touch. She was straightening her clothes and 
smoothing back her thick blonde hair. 

"I'm surprised at you, Bob," she said. "I thought you were a gentleman." 

"Gentleman, shit," Bob said, pouting. "You let me walk you home, you 
suggested we stop here, and you let me kiss you. What was I supposed to 
think? Jesus, Patty, I was sure you wanted to get it on. 

"I just wanted to kiss you, that's all," Patty said primly. 

She was up to her old tricks, teasing the boy till he was almost dying of 
horniness, but Dean knew she'd end up fucking the kid. Patty always did. She 
was totally promiscuous and boy-crazy. Something really ought to be done 
about her. She was a disgrace to the school. Dean decided to watch until the 
right moment, then interrupt. He'd see that Patty was punished. 

"Kissing ain't enough for me," said Bob, still pouting. "I'm a man, not a 
little kid. Come on, Patty, put out for me. I hear you do it with lots of 
guys." 

"Only if I like them," said Patty, "and I don't know if I like you. You were 
too rough with me, trying to tear my clothes and all." 

Bob sighed deeply. "I'll be gentle," he said, "I promise. Just don't go yet. 
Please." 

Patty moved closer to him, till their legs touched, and Bob started to pant 
loudly. She looked cool and in control. "You can kiss me just one more 
time," she said primly, "but if you get rough, I'll never speak to you 
again." 

Bob kissed her, working his tongue deep into her mouth. His hands strayed 
over her body, caressing her firm little waist, wide flowing hips, and big 
pouting tits. He trembled and moaned, and then, unable to control himself, 
he slid a hand inside her blouse. Patty broke the kiss and stared at him. 

"Now, Bob," she said. 

"Aw, come on, Patty," he said in a horny whine, "just let me touch your 
boobs. That won't hurt anything. Please...." 

Patty sighed, as if she were doing him a great favor. She quickly slipped 
off her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra. In his hiding place, Dean reddened 
angrily. He'd see that the little slut wore a bra in the future. Still he 
couldn't help feeling a certain lusty interest at the sight of her lovely 
round naked tits with their small pink nipples. The girl certainly had 
gorgeous boobs.... 

Bob moaned and cupped the lovely naked tits, molding and squeezing them 
hungrily. He bent and started kissing them, then licking, his red wet tongue 
teasing her little pink nipples into taut erection. Patty sat still with a 
funny little grin on her face. She obviously loved driving boys wild. 

"Patty, baby," Bob moaned, "please let me take off the rest of your clothes. 
I just wanta touch you ... " 

"Only on one condition," Patty said coolly. "You gotta get undressed, too, 
Bob." 

Dean had never seen anyone strip so fast. Bob was out of his jeans, T-shirt 
and sneakers in about ten seconds. He had no underwear to impede his 
progress. He was a husky kid, and his thick five-inch cock was grossly 
swollen and stiff, capped with a big knob-like pruple head. 

Patty eyed the boy's erect dick for a second, and Dean thought he saw a 
gleam of excitement in her eyes. Then she looked cool again as she took off 
her jeans and panties. When her lush blonde bush came into view, Bob moaned 
hungrily, and Dean himself felt a twinge of lust. It would be delicious to 
fuck that little girl. She might have been with lots of boys, but she was 
only twelve, and her cunt must still be wonderfully tight.... 

It was just like the time before, the time he'd caught Miss Martin watching. 
The boy couldn't control himself. He moaned and threw himself on top of 
Patty, pawing and kissing her, trying to get between her legs. Patty 
resisted for a moment, squealing and protesting, but at last she allowed the 
gasping horny boy to sink between her thighs. Bob's hard butt muscles 
tightened as he poked his cock around, trying to find her cunt. 

"Baby," he moaned, "oh, baby, let me put it in you...." 

"That wouldn't be right, Bob," Patty said primly, playing the game right up 
to the end. "You better stop." Just then Bob hit the mark, forcing his thick 
young cock inside her. "Oooooo," Patty squealed, "ooo, yessss ... FUCK me, 
Bob ... " 

Luke Dean had all the evidence he needed. He sprang noisily from the bushes, 
rushed into the clearing, and shouted, "Stop that at once, you wicked 
children." 

Bob and Patty gawked at him. Recognizing him as Patty's principal, Bob 
leaped off the girl, his cock still hugely swollen and wet with her juice. 
He fumbled into his clothes, muttering apologies. "Please, Mr. Dean," he 
said, "don't report this. "I'll get thrown off the team. My father will kill 
me. I promise it won't happen again." 

Dean didn't believe him, of course, but he wasn't interested in the boy. The 
boy wasn't one of his students, and he couldn't punish him. The one he was 
out to get was Patty. 

"Very well," Dean said to Bob, "I'll let you go this time, but don't tell 
anyone. I have a reputation for toughness, and I want to preserve it. Now 
run along." 

"Yes, SIR," said Bob, running off toward the path. 

"Fink," Patty said, watching him run. "Coward." 

She still lay naked on the grass, not bothering to cover herself and 
apparently not embarrassed about being naked in front of her principal. Her 
slim legs were slightly parted, and Dean could see the ripe pink flesh of 
her pussy. It was gleaming from her juice and was encircled by a dainty 
fringe of golden curls. The shadowed mouth of her cunt was enticingly small. 

"Well, Patty," he said sternly, "I suppose you know that this is a very 
serious thing." 

Patty sighed. "Oh, yeah," she said, "I know what you're gonna say, Mr. Dean, 
about balling being a sin and all that. I think it's bullshit, myself, but 
grownups are crazy. I can't change your mind--so go ahead and punish me." 

Dean hesitated. He was disappointed that the girl wasn't afraid of him, 
wasn't even defiant. She just seemed bored. It was no fun to punish someone 
who didn't even react. Another thing held him back, too-the enticing sight 
of her young naked body. Again he thought how tight her little-girl cunt 
would be, how exciting it would be to fuck her.... 

"Well, Patty," he said, "this is the first time I've caught you, and perhaps 
you deserve another chance. I could get you expelled for this, but I'd 
rather see you go on and get your education. Perhaps we can settle for a 
minor punishment." 

Patty looked at him in surprise. She knew old Dean was the meanest guy at 
school and would use the paddle on kids for just the slightest excuse, like 
chewing gum in class. Why was he letting her off easy? There had to be a 
catch. 

"Whaddya mean, a minor punishment?" she said. 

Dean colored slightly. He knew now what he was going to do. It was very, 
very wicked, and the prospect excited him greatly. He walked over and knelt 
close to the lovely naked twelve year old, hungrily eyeing her thick blond 
bush. 

"What I had in mind," he said, "was an exchange of favors. I'll promise not 
to report this incident if you'll do something for me." 

"Oh, sure, Mr. Dean," said Patty, anxious to stay out of trouble. "What do 
you want me to do?" 

Dean could barely get the words out, he was so excited. In a horny squeak he 
said, "I want you to suck my cock." 

Patty stared at him for a long long moment. Dean's heart pounded. He 
realized now that he was taking a terrible risk. What if the girl rebelled 
and told her parents that the school principal tried to force her to blow 
him? He'd be in terrible trouble ... Finally Patty gave him a little smile 
and spoke. 

"That kinda blew my mind," she said. "I mean, I never dreamed you'd say 
anything like that, Mr. Dean. But it sure beats getting expelled. Yeah, I'll 
do it. You want me to do it right now?" 

"Y-yes," said Dean. 

Patty went to work like an expert. She eased the skinny balding principal 
down on his back, and then she briskly unzipped his pants and lifted out his 
limp little cock. Dean didn't notice, but Patty sneered at the size of his 
prick. Why, it was smaller than some of the boy's she'd fucked. Still, 
blowing the guy was better than getting in trouble with her folks. 

The naked girl bent over him, her ripe stiff-nippled boobs brushing his 
body. She lifted his limp pale prick to her mouth, stuck out her little pink 
tongue, and gave it a brisk licking for openers. Dean was circumcised, his 
cock head soft and purple. Patty ran her tongue around and around it, and 
Dean was almost squealing with excitement. Then she popped the soft little 
cock into her mouth. 

"AHHHHH," Dean moaned. 

She might be only twelve years old, but she'd certainly had plenty of 
experience eating cock. She swiftly sucked Dean's limp warm prick all the 
way into her scorching wet mouth, taking it in clear to his wrinkled hairy 
balls. She sucked it fast and loud and powerfully, a strong vacuum pressure 
that made Dean squeal like a rabbit. Her boiling saliva bathed his meat, and 
her naughty little tongue tickled into his glans hole. 

"Ahhhhh, wonderful," Dean whined. "Yes, my dear, suck my cock, make me hard. 
I want to fuck you ... " 

Patty cocked an eyebrow but didn't slow her sucking. She'd thought he just 
wanted a blow job, but if he wanted to ball, too, that was fine. She could 
use it. She was still quivering with frustration after having her fuck with 
Bob interrupted. It really was a bitch. She'd just gotten that wonderful 
thick hard cock inside her when Dean spoiled everything. She still needed to 
get off-needed it badly. Even the principal's skinny prick would do.... 

He was sure nothing to look at. As she furiously and loudly sucked his 
little limp dick, Dean was grinning lewdly, showing his crooked teeth. His 
glasses were falling down his nose, and his thinning mousy brown hair was 
tousled. His little blue eyes rolled crazily, and his face was pink with 
excitement. His poor little cock felt so small in her mouth, she wanted to 
giggle. She'd sucked lots bigger ones. 

"Ahhhhh," Dean moaned, "suck me, suck meeeee...." 

He finally started to get hard. Even fully erect, his cock wasn't too 
impressive, just a skinny stiff four inches. When his cream started 
dribbling out onto her tongue, Patty released him, opening her mouth and 
letting his hard little rod snap out. It stuck straight up from his 
gray-brown bush, pointing at the sky. It was dwarf compared to Bob's, but it 
would just have to do. 

"You wanta ball me now, Mr. Dean," she said listlessly, "or should I go on 
blowing you?" 

Dean was shocked to hear such language from a twelve-year-old, but his lust 
was too great to risk arguing with her. He was hotly horny after her 
delicious blow job. Quickly he pulled off his pants and shorts, freeing 
himself for action. That teenage pussy was just what he needed right now. 

"We'll, uh, fuck, my dear," he said, "if you'll just lie on your back ... " 

Patty obeyed, opening her legs without a blush, presenting him with her 
lovely wet pink slit. Trembling, Dean crawled between her soft thighs and 
wedged the hard bulbous head of his dick into her steamy little cunt mouth. 
He pushed into her, squealing with excitement. Her twelve-year-old twat was 
just as tight and snug as he'd hoped.... 

"Oooooo," Patty squealed, "that feels GOOD, Mr. Dean!" 

She wasn't kidding. Personally she hated Dean's guts and would far rather be 
balling Bob, but she was so horny, any stiff cock would do. She slammed her 
pussy upward, forcing Dean's thin hard rod all the way to her womb. Dean 
squealed like a stuck pig and lay down hard on her. He began to fuck her in 
quick little jabs. 

"Yeah, yeah," Patty sighed blissfully, "ball me, Mr. Dean, ball me hard ... 
Oh, wow, I love it...." 

Beyond words, Dean only squealed and grunted and moaned as he balled the 
tightest little cunt he'd ever known. He couldn't control his excitement, 
and he moaned louder and louder. His horny cries smothered all other sound. 
That was why neither he nor Patty noticed the intruders. 

Miss Martin and the three boys had been walking home when they heard the 
noise and recognized Dean's voice. They crept through the woods to 
investigate. When they looked into the clearing, they could hardly contain 
their glee. Dean balling Patty-it was the break they'd been praying for. 
Jane Martin, closely followed by Tom, Bill and Freddy, stepped silently into 
the clearing and walked up within a few feet of the loudly rutting 
principal. 

"Ahhhhh, my dear, your cunt is so tight," Dean babbled, his skinny ass 
flying. "Lovely...." 

Just then Patty happened to notice the intrudgers standing over them. She 
looked at them over Dean's shoulder, but Miss Martin smiled and put a finger 
to her lips, signaling quiet. Patty caught on. She grinned and winked at the 
four observers. 

Dean went on fucking merrily away, bringing Patty off twice before he 
squealed shrilly and shot his load into her. 

His lust satisfied, Dean quickly became his usual sour-faced self. 
Withdrawing from Patty, he said coldly, "Now, Patty, if you don't want 
anyone to know about you and Bob, you'll have to do just as I say." 

"I don't think so, Mr. Dean," Patty said, grinning. "Look behind you." 

Dean whirled and saw Jane and the boys. Caught in the act of withdrawing his 
limp wet dick from the soaked twat of a twelve-year-old student, there 
wasn't too much he could say. He turned pale, while Jane and the boys 
grinned triumphantly at him. 

"I-I suppose you want to make some kind of deal," he said at last. 

"No shit, Mr. Dean?" Tom said harshly. "You BET we wanta make a deal." 

"Here it is," said Jane. "All deals are cancelled out. We all know too much 
about each other. So all we can do is keep our secrets and leave each other 
alone. Nobody gets punished, Mr. Dean, not even Patty. You just leave us all 
alone-and we won't tell what you did." 

Dean scowled, knowing he was defeated and that Jane and Patty would never 
have to fuck him again. Those brats Tom, Bill and Freddy, would go 
unpunished, too. It was maddening-but he had no choice. Anything was better 
than being exposed as a child molester. 

No, there was nothing he could do, except vent his anger. For one of the 
rare times in his life, Luke Dean indulged himself in profanity. "Fuck you," 
he said angrily. 

Teacher and kids burst into laughter as Dean angrily put on his clothes and 
stalked off. 

"We won," Tom said excitedly, "we beat ol' Dean. He'll never dare bother us 
again. How about it, Miss Martin-can we get back together with you now?" 

Jane smiled affectionately but said, "No, boys, I'm sorry. I think you can 
understand that I'd rather have a lover my own age. But I suspect you might 
be able to work something out with Patty." 

The boys turned to look at the lusty naked blonde girl. Patty was 
grinning.... 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

It didn't take the boys long to transfer then-affections from Miss Martin to 
Patty. After they turned toward the naked girl, it took about ten seconds. 
When Jane saw the boys crowding around the lusty little blonde, she quietly 
left the clearing, and nobody even noticed her going. 

"Well, how about it, Patty?" said Tom. "you wanta get it on with us?" 

Patty looked them over. "Gee, I dunno," she said doubtfully. "You guys are 
awful young." 

"We're twelve," Freddy said indignantly, "the same age as you are." 

"Yeah, but I've had a lot more experience," said Patty. "You guys wouldn't 
even know what to do." 

"Oh yes we would," Bill said hotly. "We know everything there is to do. 

Patty still looked doubtful. "Well, even if that's true," she said, "I bet 
you got awful small cocks. You ain't even started to grow yet." 

It was too much for the boys. On one impuse they all got up and stripped 
naked to show Patty their straining hard-ons. One thing they knew for sure, 
their cocks were bigger than old Dean's pitiful little pecker. Their cocks 
were plenty big enough for any job, as they intended to show Patty. 

Patty watched intently as the three boys took off their clothes. When she 
saw their stiff four-inch cocks, thicker and more rigid than Dean's, her 
expressing changed from doubt to interest. She licked her lips. She'd never 
taken on more than one boy at a time before, but it might be a very 
interesting experience.... 

Still she had to tease. It was in her nature. She liked to hold out, pretend 
she wasn't interested, till her partner was so hotly aroused he could hardly 
contain himself. Looking at the three naked eager boys, she assumed an 
expression of boredom and spoke lazily. 

"Okay," she said, "maybe your cocks are big enough, but what can you do? I 
don't see how a bunch of little kids could know anything about sex." 

"Little kids?" Tom said, sputtering indignantly. "Well, we'll show you a 
thing or two, Patty. I'll start. For openers, I'll show I know how to eat 
pussy." 

Patty giggled, not really believing him, but when Tom crawled between her 
legs and thrust his glossy brown head into her crotch, she didn't resist. 
She loved having her pussy eaten, and if this kid really knew hot to do it, 
so much the better. She settled back in the grass, opening her thighs 
widely, and let him burrow into her steamy wet snatch. 

Tom didn't want to blow this chance for him and his buddies, especially now 
that they'd lost Miss Martin. Patty was their one chance to get laid for 
years and years, he was sure of that. So he followed Mr. Dean's technique 
right down to the last detail, remembering how hotly Dean had aroused Miss 
Martin. The first target was Patty's clit. 

Tom gently pried open the plump blonde-furred lips of her mons and uncovered 
the girl's tiny pink joy button. It was moist and plump, partially aroused. 
Tom stuck out his tongue and applied the hot slick tip to Patty's small bud. 
He began to lick and lash it briskly, just as he'd done with Miss Martin. 

"Oooooo," Patty squealed, "hey, you really do know how ... Oh, WOW, that 
feels great...." 

Tom licked and sucked her squirting little joy button till she was writhing 
and moaning, then got up and let Freddy take his place. He wanted Patty to 
know that all of them were good lovers. Freddy quickly snaked his tongue up 
her cunt, and Patty went wild, screaming her joy and clawing the grass. 
Freddy tongue-fucked her till she was almost cumming, then gave up his place 
to Bill. 

Bill completed the job by wriggling his slick hot tongue right up her tight 
little asshole. That really blew Patty's mind. No one had ever done that to 
her before, and the pleasure was unbelievable. By the time Bill finished 
reaming and licking her sensitive bumhole, Patty was sold on the idea of 
taking the three friends as her lovers. 

"Oh, WOW," she panted as Bill rose from her crotch, "let's not waste any 
time. Let's ball. I'm sooooo horny...." 

The boys obliged, fucking her one after the other. Her cunt was tighter than 
Miss Martin's, more suited to their slim growing cocks, and everybody was 
satisfied. Patty came again and again with the nearly unlimited supply of 
stiff pounding cock. She knew she could never be satisfied with just one boy 
again, not after she'd had three. 

Later as they got dressed, they agreed to meet every day after school in the 
same place. The boys were blissfully happy at having found a new girl to 
ball, especially one like Patty who was not only pretty but who was an 
expert lover and really got off on it. The only concern they had left was 
the fate of their teacher. 

"I wonder what Miss Martin will do now?" said Tom. "She never had a 
boyfriend before. It could get pretty lonely for her ... " 

Strolling home, Jane was thinking the same thing. She'd gotten out of Luke's 
clutches, out of her dangerous involvement with her students, but now she 
had no lover at all. It was going to be hell going back to her old sexless 
life. In fact she didn't think she could stand it. At that very moment her 
poor pussy was swollen and wet and arching, desperately in need of a good 
stiff cock, but who wanted an old maid schoolteacher of forty? She'd 
probably never have a man again.... 

Jane sat down at the side of the forest path and started to cry. She wasn't 
sorry about Dean and the boys-they weren't suitable lovers for her. She was 
just sorry that her sex life was over. It had been all too brief, just 
enough to show her how much she needed it. She couldn't bear the thought of 
the lonely days ahead.... 

"Here, now, what's the matter?" said a voice. 

Startled, Jane looked up and saw George Crocker, the school janitor, a big 
burly man of about forty. She was surprised that such a powerful man could 
move so quietly. She hadn't even heard him coming along the path. She tried 
to smile, but it was no go. Tears streamed down her face. 

"Oh, George," she said, "you wouldn't believe what I've been through these 
past few days." 

"I might," he said gently. "Why don't you tell me about it?" 

He sat down beside her and put one powerful arm around her shoulders. He 
seemed to radiate sympathy and understanding. Jane had known him for years, 
a shy bachelor who got along well with the kids, and she'd always liked him. 
George Crocker was a kind and intelligent man. She hadn't intended ever to 
tell anyone about her bizarre adventures of the past week, but she found 
herself telling it to George. 

He listened carefully, showing no signs of shock or disgust, even when she 
told of her affair with her three sixth-grade students. When she was 
finished, he said gently, "Well, I'm not surprised at any of this, Jane. If 
you bottle up your natural needs, something has to blow sometime. I advise 
you just to forget it. You really couldn't help it. Forget it, and find a 
more suitable lover." 

Jane sighed loudly. "Oh, if only I could," she said. 

"Well," George said shyly, "how about me? I'm the same age as you are, I'm 
not married, and I sure as hell could use some action. I never married 
because I never found the right girl, but it's damned hard for a middle-aged 
guy to get laid in this town, especially when you're only a janitor. Girls 
look down on janitors." 

Jane listened to him with a growing flush. He was propositioning her-the 
school janitor. At first she felt offended, but the more she thought about 
it, the more it made sense. George was a very nice man, and his powerful 
body turned her on. She looked shyly up at him and smiled. 

"I don't look down on janitors," she said. 

George kissed her awkwardly, and they lost their balance, rolling right down 
a little incline and into some bushes. Jane started to laugh, but George 
kissed her again, not awkwardly this time, sliding his tongue deep into her 
mouth. She felt a rush of hot juice in her pussy, an excited glowing. She 
wriggled her tongue wickedly against his and pressed her body hard against 
hin, her big lush tits flattening against his broad hard chest. 

"I take it your answer is yes?" George said hoarsely. 

"We could try," said Jane. 

"Okay," he said with a grin, "let's start trying." 

He wasn't nearly as clumsy as she'd thought a big man would be. His huge 
hands were deft and quick as he unbuttoned her blouse and removed her bra. 
She was naked to the waist before she quite knew what was happening. George 
ogled her mammoth creamy jugs, then moaned and pressed his face to the 
swollen hot flesh. He licked her nipples, sending little shivers of pleasure 
and excitement through her. 

"I have a confession to make," he said, laughing. "I've been gawking at your 
tits for years." 

Jane laughed, too. "I know," she said. "It used to make me so angry." 

"But you're not angry now?" said George. 

"No, go ahead and gawk," said Jane. 

Instead of gawking, he licked and sucked. He couldn't get enough of her big 
swollen melon-shaped tits. He sucked the big light brown cones of her 
nipples till they were stiff and erect. Jane lay limp in his arms, moaning 
happily. With a man her own age, a man she really liked, she didn't feel at 
all guilty about making love. 

At last George raised his head from her spit-soaked nipples and deftly 
unzipped her skirt. Jane didn't resist as he pulled it off, and she even 
reaised her butt to help him when he took down her panties. George gawked at 
her lush wide black triangle of mons fur, then pressed his face into it, his 
breath hot and rapid. Jane felt another hot flood of juice in her pussy. She 
was hotly turned on to this big gentle man, wanted him desperately. 

"Oh, baby," George moaned, "you don't know how many years I've been 
fantasizing about this moment." His face moved into her steamy crotch, and 
then Jane squealed with pleasure as she felt his thick wet tongue tickling 
her clit. She shamelessly creamed all over his face. 

"Darling," she said, "I want to see your cock, touch it...." 

George quickly obliged, stripping naked. Jane gawked delightedly at the 
biggest cock she'd ever seen, a huge thick eight-incher with a knobby purple 
head. Her pussy was completely soaked with horny cream, and she was dying to 
be fucked, but there was just one more thing she wanted to do first. 

She bent over his lap, panting, and stuck out her tongue, licking his 
enormous stiff cock from base to head. George shivered and moaned. He went 
on moaning while she explored him with her tongue, eagerly licking and 
tasting his huge swollen balls, tickling through his thick brown bush, 
running her tongue mischievously up the thick hard stalk of his cock. She 
dug her tongue tip into his creaming glans hole and lapped up his tasty 
bubbling cock juice. 

Suddenly George gave a hoarse growl, and the next thing she knew, she was on 
her back, George scrambling frantically between her legs. "I couldn't wait," 
he panted. "Sorry...." 

"I'm not sorry," Jane laughed. 

She felt the enormous hot hard head of his dick pressing into the wet pit of 
her cunt mouth, and she moaned and slammed her pussy up to meet his thrust. 
His giant cock, board-stiff and throbbing, stuffed her cunt so full she 
could hardly breathe. He began to ball her in long deep lunges, while she 
clung to him, moaning with dizzy pleasure, digging her nails into his big 
shoulders. She started to cum almost right away, and she went on cumming 
till she thought she'd faint. At last George bellowed with pleasure and 
began shooting his load into her, great steamy floods of jism that 
overflowed her small cunt and puddled on the grass. 

Jane lay in his arms completely satisfied and very happy. At last she'd 
found the right man for her. George was apparently happy, too, for her kept 
his limp cock inside her till it started to stiffen again. 

"George, darling," she purred, "would you like to come home with me for 
dinner?" 

"Depends on what's for dessert," George said, grinning. 

"Me," said Jane. 


THE END
