SE-219  Love Lessons
by Myra Kaine 


Introduction 

Some professions are expected to be above the laws of the jungle that 
prevail in most vocations. Education is one of them. In this penetrating 
novel of modern education, Myra Caine shatters the naive presumption that 
education, because it provides the nurturing and intellectual guidance of 
children, is immune to the crass self interests and bald manipulations of 
the business world. For despite its non profit status, public school 
education is a tough competitive arena where its leaders and administrators 
fight as fiercely for position as any hard bitten tycoon. 

The experts have been able to make of education a highly organized and 
immensely profitable cult. Every year a new theory is hailed as the long 
awaited answer to successfully educating the young. Each theory has its 
prophets and its disciples . . . from Dewey to Russell through Holt, 
Summerhill, Montessori, Piaget and Skinner. The theories are the devices by 
which administrators both control their staffs, confuse the parents, push 
through bond issues, build their own empires and leave the children as 
ignorant of the basic skills as ever. 

In a remote little school in Big Sur country, one lone teacher dares to 
challenge the monstrous structure of the modern education system. Beautiful 
Valerie Fenton, after five years of teaching in Rio Sur School, the last 
surviving one room school house in California, has rejected all the 
elaborate theories of the experts and carved out her own. It is essentially 
that of the old fashioned teacher. By trial and error, Valerie has come to 
the inevitable conclusion that America gave up too much when the one room 
schoolhouse was discarded by succeeding waves of experts for the unworkable 
and destructive public school "system". 

Both personally and professionally Valerie Fenton is perfectly suited to her 
job. Her staid New England background has made her conservative, hard 
working and conscientious. It has also given her a rigid set of moral 
standards, a firm belief in her own abilities and left her lonely and 
frustrated in her private life. And it is this, her unfulfilled personal 
life, Valerie Fenton's Achilles heel that the new superintendent attacks 
with the fierceness of a jungle animal and the finesse of a power hungry 
behaviorist. 

Taylor Crane, the tall aristocratic new superintendent of schools is the 
epitome of the successful public school administrator. A Dr. of Education, 
he is glib, urbane, abreast of current innovations, adept at handling school 
boards, acquiring grants and maneuvering parents, teachers and students 
alike. 

This provocative young authoress strips bare the shoddy world of mass 
education and in the process presents some of the most contemporary and 
intriguing characters in modern fiction. There is Bruce Landers, the status 
dropout, a widower fleeing the corporate structure to build his own weird 
sculptures and a free and easy life in the wild canyons of Big Sur. His son, 
Bobby, unmotivated and unsure of himself, glories finally in teaching 
Valerie Fenton some rather basic and necessary skills. 

But it is the ensuing conflict between Valerie Fenton and Taylor Crane, two 
diametrically opposed characters and points of view, that raises the 
holocaust that rips the community and Valerie Fenton asunder in this 
stunning new novel of greed and power, progressive change and educational 
anarchy, individualism and the "system," employer and employee, male and 
female. You will never forget the inevitable clash and the breathtaking 
climax. 

The Publishers 

 Chapter One 

The ball arced high in a wide curve through the brilliant blue of the sky 
and a roar went up from the young throats to follow the speeding ball in its 
wake. Gulls squawked excitedly and scissored their wings frantically above 
the rough dirt diamond laid out on the playground that had been dug out of 
the high meadow by the Pacific. 

Glittering in the sun like spectacles, the windows of the shabby square 
white schoolhouse looked down on the wild game. A steep path connected the 
dusty playground to the steps of Rio Sur School, wound on below to a storage 
shed and then to the ribbon of highway above the sloping green meadow that 
slid to the narrow beach and the water's frothy edge. 

The dirt diamond was churned with dust and the air filled with it as a tall, 
shapely legged teacher flew around the bases, her softly braided blonde 
pigtail flying out behind like a flag. The screams were frantic now and the 
students raced to try and stop her flight. Finally one plump perspiring boy 
dug the ball out of the grass by the highway and flung it up to the yard in 
a mighty heave. 

"Quick! Hurry! Get it here!" 

"Hurray! We won!" 

"S'not fair! Miss Fenton's too good! Her teams always wins!" 

"Gee, Miss Fenton . . . you're better'n we are. You always hit a home run." 

Valerie stood panting and laughing behind home plate, flinging the pigtail 
she had woven to keep her long silken hair out of her eyes back over her 
shoulder and wiping her Grace Kelly like face. She waved the outfielders in 
with one arm and they came struggling up, complaining and grumbling. 

"Stop complaining," she laughed, trying to get her breath. "Everybody has 
the same chance, besides, I'll be on the other team tomorrow." 

Her face shining with perspiration, full firm breasts still heaving with her 
efforts, Valerie Fenton gathered her charges. She was limp but happy. There 
was nothing like a good baseball game to clear the blood and use up some of 
the kids' boundless energy. 

They trooped up the path by two's and three's and four's, all twenty-three 
of them. Valerie gathered the balls and bats and started wearily up after 
them. At twenty-five she could still keep up with them, even the big ones, 
for the students at Rio Sur School ranged in ages from six to eighteen. 

A tall blonde Swedish-type girl with soft straight blonde hair pulled into a 
thin braid that bobbed down against the tops of her buttocks as she climbed, 
she moved with the easy grace of a dedicated athlete. There was no extra fat 
on her long legs or slender arms and her high full breasts were surprising 
on a girl her height. They bounced like ripe firmly soft melons above her 
small indented waist and gracefully curved hips. Valerie was slightly taller 
than usual and had felt the stares and curiosity of strangers all her life 
because of it. It was as though no one could quite believe the tall vital 
figure, the gilded skin, sleek and golden from the sun, brilliant white 
smile, the incredibly blue eyes, the long flaxen hair, voluptuous breasts 
and shapely thighs. Looking at her one couldn't help thinking of Nordic 
legends or some ancient goddess come to life when she went striding by with 
that air of genial optimism and health. 

It was as though she were bathed in a golden light, carrying her aura with 
her, and thus untouchable and unreal to most people. So full of life 
herself, when most people rejected that much life, she aroused curiosity, 
envy and her beauty, warmth and eager openness literally dazzled ordinary 
people. 

"Miss Fenton." 

Valerie stopped on the path and turned to peer in the direction of the 
voice, puffing a stray strand of pale hair out of her eyes. At last she 
located a tall man standing in the deep shadow of the shed. He stood still 
as a statue, immaculate, well dressed and unsmiling. 

Dragging the bats behind her, Valerie walked over to the waiting man. It had 
to be someone from the district office, of course, but the administrative 
powers that be so rarely came down to bother that she was caught off guard. 
She smiled warmly at the man that she still couldn't see very well from the 
sun in her eyes and his hiding place in the deep shade. She sent up a little 
prayer that it wasn't the new superintendent, Taylor Crane. A strange 
warning had shot through her when she'd met him briefly at the welcoming tea 
two weeks ago. Something cold and hard and calculating had emanated from 
him. She'd determined to stay out of his way. 

"Miss Fenton." Valerie shivered at the sound of his voice and now that she 
was closer, she could see that it was the tall commanding figure of Taylor 
Crane, his handsome face a mask, his eyes as cold as his voice that sent 
prickles of apprehension up her spine. 

"Why, Mr. Crane . . . how nice of you to come to visit us . . . we don't get 
many visitors here at Rio Sur . . . do come up to school . . . I was just 
getting the children inside . . . after . . . 

"Yes. I saw. That's why I wish to speak to you here." 

Valerie felt like a naughty student herself from the tone of Crane's voice 
and his icy manners as she stood now in front of him, balls and bats 
balanced precariously in her arms. She knew she was hot and sweaty and dusty 
too. Her pleated linen skirt suddenly felt uncomfortably short, showing too 
much tanned thigh. Her sweater clung too tight and her sneakers felt very 
unsuitable in his gaze. 

"Miss Fenton," Taylor Crane said again, folding his arms and staring down at 
the panting disheveled teacher. He could smell the cologne that her exertion 
had made more discernible, a clean, flowery scent. A ridiculous vision of 
this striking young blonde girl rolling naked down a sun drenched meadow, 
crushing wildflowers under her tanned skin came into his head. The full ripe 
breasts were still lifting with every breath and the tight sweater clung to 
the firmly rounded mounds. Her brilliant smile was faltering uncertainly now 
and a small worried frown creased her smooth tanned forehead. Taylor felt 
his gut tighten at the sight of her. 

"That kind of fraternizing with the students can't do them or you any good." 
He intoned coldly. 

"You mean . . ." 

"I mean that ridiculous baseball game I just witnessed." 

"But . . . I've always played games with the children . . . it's part of 
what I try and accomplish." 

"I mean . . ." 

Valerie set the bats and balls down in confusion, wiping her hands self 
consciously down the pleats of her short skirt. This man was just as cold as 
she had sensed even under his smiles at the tea. Damn! Just when things were 
going so well! Another year or two and she'd get that grant to open her own 
school. It was so close now. 

It was a dream that had slowly taken shape and grown with each of her five 
years at Rio Sur School. The country just didn't realize what they'd lost 
when they did away with the one room schoolhouses that used to educate the 
young of America. She hadn't realized herself until she'd come here straight 
from the exclusive Smith College in the East, full of the jargon and 
theories of education, discarding them all one by one as experience taught 
her the value and the worth of having to teach all grades in one room . . . 
from first grade through high school. 

At first it had seemed hopelessly outmoded and rural but she'd grown to love 
the easy cooperation that it imposed, the helping of the children when they 
were out here alone with her and had to get along together and make do with 
what they had. It was an experience in living as well as teaching. Little by 
little she had grown to love the little school and found herself formulating 
whole new approaches to teaching and finding the exhilaration in seeing them 
work. She wouldn't go back to a town school now . . . she couldn't . . . 
back to the dreary regimen of a well regulated public town school. It was 
unthinkable. The criticism of the new superintendent now gave her a 
momentary stab of apprehension. 

"Miss Fenton. I will send a playground supervisor down for you. Someone who 
is trained in supervising children's recess games. You must never again put 
yourself in the position of being on the same competitive level with your 
students. It destroys discipline. Now perhaps you'd better show me around 
Rio Sur." 

"Yes, of course, Mr. Crane." 

The tour didn't take very long. There was very little to see of "plant." The 
school consisted of one long room with a boy's bathroom opening off one end 
and a girl's next to it. The other end of the room held a small library she 
had accumulated with the children's help. Set in an alcove just off the 
entry was a small cloak room. The shed on the path up from the highway held 
the sport equipment and primitive water pump that pumped water up to the 
bathrooms. 

The large school room was full of exhibits the children had made, most of 
them from last year since school had only been open this year for a short 
while. Taylor Crane stood surveying the long room, the students bent to 
their work in an unnatural quietness. Usually the place was a beehive of 
activity as the various grades went about their assignments. 

"Seems that your room discipline is adequate," he said grudgingly to Valerie 
and turned to go out the door to the small porch. 

Valerie closed the door after them and stood on the wind swept porch with 
the superintendent. She was shaking inside and hoped that she'd be able to 
contain her anger until he left. He hadn't had one single compliment to 
make. Everything had been wrong according to him. His criticisms had wounded 
her deeply for the school was "hers," she realized suddenly. It was as much 
a part of her as her own house, her horse. He was attacking something she 
loved almost as if it were a person. The old building, the rustic plumbing, 
the wild meadow that surrounded the sides and back of the school, the sea 
lapping below, the hot ribbon of highway that burned with traffic back and 
forth to Big Sur. 

"But there's no question that what you need most is a playground attendant," 
he intoned. Crane looked down at the trembling girl. As tall as she was and 
she must be at least five eight, he looked down on her comfortably from his 
height of six four. She was trembling quite visibly. Well, she'd shake worse 
than that when he closed up this dilapidated ruin of a school. It was 
ridiculous that his district should have the last one room school house in 
California. Antiquated and costly and old fashioned. Taylor Crane hadn't any 
intention of disclosing the fact to Valerie Fenton yet, however. 

"I'd really prefer to do it the way we have been doing, Mr. Crane. You see . 
. . I . . ." 

"Nonsense, my dear," Crane slipped his hand under Valerie's arm in a 
fatherly fashion and walked down the steps with her. He could feel the full 
roundness of the side of her breast brushing the back of his hand as he held 
her firmly. "No teacher ever turns down an offer for help. You certainly 
need help for the playground. I should think a male attendant would be most 
suitable . . . all children need a good strong male image. Particularly 
since my records show that many of these children come from Welfare homes 
without fathers." 

Valerie was trembling violently now and the feel of Crane's strong masculine 
hand gripping her upper arm and brushing the side of her breast was like a 
burn that raged through her skin. His eyes were turned on her and they had 
turned from stern employer looks to frank sexual stares that followed the 
outline of her body appraisingly. It was as though he were a Jekyll and Hyde 
and had simply turned off the strictly business superintendent in favor of a 
male animal who scented a new quarry. She shuddered. 

She didn't dare look at him now, shrinking from his frank stares, from those 
burning eyes that probed beneath her clothes for her lush nakedness. My God, 
the man was mad. First he came down and ripped her school figuratively to 
disdainful shreds and then calmly began ripping her clothes off with his 
eyes. And it seemed so unlikely. He had the tall courtly grace of a Prince 
Philip, unquestionably masculine, unquestionably able and haughtily aware of 
his own competence. He was a man women would find attractive. Strong 
aquiline features, piercing grey eyes, an aggressive jaw, light brown hair 
that didn't ruffle much even in the wind, as though even his body were 
immune to the slings and arrows that other people were prey to. 

The superintendent could feel the young teacher trembling now almost 
violently, as though a chill had gripped her instead of only his hand on her 
upper arm. She was a big beautiful girl, quite unlike the usual run of 
teachers. His eyes traced the long thighs where the wind whipped her skirt 
back against her body. No, she wouldn't have had many dates he shouldn't 
think. She was too beautiful, too aristocratic looking, too well . . . 
competent for most men's tastes, he imagined. Suddenly, his cock thrust hard 
against his pants leg. It would be something to tame this girl, for her 
spirit came out her eyes that flashed when she was annoyed. Yes, he would 
have quite a time with this one. But then he had the advantage. He knew a 
great deal more about Valerie Fenton than she knew about him. 

He couldn't very well not know about her. Since he arrived he'd had numerous 
phone calls from town mothers demanding to have their children transferred 
to Rio Sur. In her five years there some of her students had gone on to win 
quite valuable scholarships at prestige schools. Somehow the idea had gotten 
around that it was all due to Miss Fenton. It had been Miss Fenton this and 
Miss Fenton that until he'd gotten out her records and studied them, asked 
questions. He'd become grimly determined when he realized that a teacher 
like Valerie Fenton could wreak havoc with the program he had in mind. She 
was a maverick, a born rebel, giving lip service only to the programs and 
methods that the district required and doing as she damn well pleased down 
the coast at Rio Sur. What it amounted to was that she was practically 
running her own private school system at taxpayer's expense. 

Well, Taylor Crane hadn't fought his way this far to have a crazy mixed up 
twenty five year old girl ruin his plans. By God, his plans did not include 
a teacher he couldn't ride herd on. One-room schoolhouse! It was out of the 
dark ages! No question about it. With the proper maneuvering, he would close 
Rio Sur when he was ready and have Miss Valerie Fenton begging him for any 
kind of job in the district. 

"Thank you for the tour, Valerie. It was most informative. I'll see you soon 
. . . under perhaps . . . more social circumstances . . ." Taylor squeezed 
her arm suggestively, looking straight down into her upturned blue eyes that 
were both frightened and bold, obsequious and independent. A flicker of 
something stirred in their deep brilliance as his hand slid down her arm to 
her hand which he shook warmly. Without another word, Crane spun on his heel 
and stepped into his long shining car. He waved jauntily as he roared off 
down the highway back toward town. 

Valerie stood dumbly where he'd left her. She wanted to shake her fist at 
the retreating car and yet her insides still felt weak from his hand on her 
arm. She shook her head grimly. What was happening to her these days? A 
fight with Bruce the last date they'd had . . . now this. Maybe that's just 
what was wrong, she thought in a sudden rush of uncharacteristic self pity. 
Maybe she was a dried up old maid as Bruce Landers had told her in disgust. 
Yet she knew that in reality that most probably the opposite was true. She'd 
refused to see Bruce again because she was more afraid of her own responses 
when he touched her than anything in the world. It had gotten so that he had 
only to smile at her in a certain way and she could feel moisture dampening 
her panties down between her thighs. Bitch in heat! she'd called herself 
cruelly. 

Even that cold superintendent touching her arm and she'd begun to get all 
tingly and warm despite her intellectual anger at the man. A strange man . . 
. very strange . . . it was as though the moment he stopped being the 
superintendent, pompous and authoritarian, an electric spark had struck 
between them . . . or was it only her own too active virgin's imagination at 
work . . . that she thought every man in sight wanted to make love to her. 
Still there had been the way he'd looked at her . . . as though he wanted to 
rip her clothes off and ravish her on the spot. 

Valerie Fenton! You're crackers! Absolutely nuts! Stop it this instant! She 
commanded herself all the way back up the hill to the classroom, forcing her 
mind and her body away from such silly ruminations about a man she hardly 
knew. Ridiculous! 

The afternoon sun was blazing straight through the windows of the school 
when the dismissal bell rang. The scrambling and the yelling began. Suddenly 
Valerie was very, very tired. As the children filed out, jostling and 
joking, but remembering to straighten desks when she reminded them, the 
weariness descended on her like a cloak. Part of it was the strain of having 
the superintendent here and her ridiculous imaginings about him. 

At last the children were gone and she wandered hollowly about the big room, 
watering the plants, putting books away, picking up jackets and depositing 
them in the lost and found box. It was a good school, she thought inanely, 
as she looked around at the empty desks where so much of her young life had 
been invested. It is a good school! Taylor Crane could fry in hell! 

Locking up the big outside door, Valerie thought she heard something. She 
listened, standing very still on the schoolhouse porch but she heard only 
the wind through the cypresses, blowing off the sea inland. Jumpy. She was 
just jumpy and nervous because of that cold man coming down to criticize and 
sneer. 

Valerie stiffened. There it was again. Voices. She was absolutely sure this 
time she heard voices. Surely all the children had gone long ago. She 
slipped down the steps and listened again. 

"Ohhhhh.. . yesss . . . fuck me, Bobby . . . fuck me . . . !" 

Valerie stopped in her tracks, sure this time that her imagination had gone 
wild. God, she must be hallucinating here in broad daylight! She hurried 
around the end of the building and waded through the tall golden oats toward 
the bluff that rose up a hundred yards behind the school. 

"Fuckkkkkkk . . . that's it, baby . . . Fucckkkk . . . 

Sucking in her breath fearfully, Valerie scraped behind the thick scabby 
bark of the huge oak tree that the younger children climbed so gleefully. 
She leaned against it, her heart almost thudding out of her breast. She 
waited. This time she wasn't imagining things. The terrible words had come 
to her ears as clearly as if she were in the same room with . . . who? Who 
could be out there in the brush? 

"Harderrrr . . . Bobbyyyyyy . . . harderrr . . ." 

Valerie's chin ventured upward to rest on the crotch of the tree trunk where 
it parted in heavy armed welcome. She strained to see who and what. And then 
she saw two white girlish legs raised in the air above the waving oats. Oh 
God! A few steps further and she'd have stumbled over the couple. Hippies. 
It must be hippies out rutting in the bushes like animals. The highway was 
full of them all the time. 

A rush of wind flattened the oats and Valerie saw Bobby Landers! Oh God in 
heaven! It wasn't hippies. It was Bobbie Landers. Bruce's boy! Bobbie! 
Fifteen years old and he was lying between a pair of naked white thighs and 
fucking his strong young cock as hard as he could into the depths of some 
girl's more than willing body. 

Valerie felt faint and weak. How? How could a student of hers behave in such 
a way? She leaned heavily against the tree unable to tear her eyes away from 
the incredible sight of the two young animals mating in the tall grass 
almost under her very nose. 

"That's itttt, Bobby . . . fuck me with your big cock!" 

The boy willingly dived into the pink slit between the girl's legs. Valerie 
could even see the tiny crumpled bud of the girl's rectum. Dear heaven! It 
was Jennifer Crist. Thirteen year old Jennifer Crist. My God! She was a 
child but she was talking like a slut . . . a whore . . . a harlot! It 
couldn't be . . . it just couldn't be! But even as the words pronounced 
themselves inside her head, Valerie knew that she was fighting what her own 
two eyes were witnessing! Those children were . . . but that word would not 
force itself even to sound within her brain. Those children had named it 
accurately but . . . she . . . their teacher could not. FUCKING, you 
ridiculous twenty-five year old virgin . . . they're fucking! They know 
exactly what they're doing. This isn't any first time performance for either 
of them. 

What . . . what are you doing to her? Valerie's mind raced frantically to 
find a way out of the unbelievable situation. But, as she watched, Bobby 
just smiled more broadly and fucked into the girl's body, propping himself 
in a push-up position on his elbows. 

Jennifer squirmed below him as he reached into her clothing and grabbed one 
of her budding young breasts, pushing back the opened blouse and exposing 
his actions to Valerie's horrified gaze. The young girl, seemingly just past 
puberty, acted entirely at ease under his virily driving young loins and the 
boy kneaded at her small, firm tit with lustful vigor. 

Fighting frantically to release herself from this nightmare that she now 
realized did not belong to her haunted imagination, she almost broke into 
bitter laughter, remembering her feverish feelings when Taylor Crane had 
only touched her arm. Mad! She must be mad, Valerie thought wildly. 

Despite her revulsion at their vile actions, she was greatly concerned about 
Jennifer's safety. The girl seemed too young to really understand what she 
was doing to herself, but seemed to have complete trust in Bobby who was now 
gleefully pinching and pulling at the hardened nipple of the girl's smooth 
exposed breast. 

The boy's hand left Jennifer's chest and he adjusted his stance, placing 
both hands firmly on the ground above her shoulders. Suddenly, he deftly 
lodged his lurching cock deeper between the pink moist flanges of the girl's 
cunt, then with an enormous thrust rammed the brutal instrument into the 
moist, ready slit, forcing a deep groan from Jennifer's open lips. 

Imagining the girl in unbearable pain, Valerie almost lunged forward to try 
to pull the demonically grinning boy from Jennifer's ravaged young loins. 
She was again held back by the incredible curiosity that was gnawing at her. 
As she struggled madly with herself, she saw Jennifer's hips begin a 
rhythmic rotation as she lay under Bobby, skewered on his invading cock. The 
staggering realization came to Valerie that this girl was no novice at such 
lurid actions. 

The young teacher tried to block out the depraved spectacle before her, but 
couldn't. She had to look . . . the hellish exposition was mesmerizing her. 
Not six feet from where she stood the youthful couple were heaving and 
bucking in an obscene fucking unison. She could see the tiny pink ridges of 
Jennifer's moist young pussy clasped tightly around the base of Bobby's 
glistening cock as he thrust into her with each savage stroke. A moist, 
sucking sound of intercourse sounded in the air and the thud of his sperm 
laden young balls slapping against the young girl's willingly upturned 
ass-cheeks joined it melodiously. 

As Valerie watched in a near-coma of horror and fascination, she felt again 
the hand of Taylor Crane creeping around her arm and brushing her breast. 
Though her mind was repelled by the debasing exhibition before her, she 
could feel the tips of her breasts tightening to tiny buttons under her 
sweater. Her eyes were wide in hypnotized disbelief as she saw Bobby's 
heavily surging cock sliding up and down through the bearded, mouth-shaped 
opening of Jennifer's cunt. She knew she should reach out and tear them 
apart, but the tightness in her throat would not permit it. She closed her 
eyes and pressed her head back against the tree trunk, but still the vision 
of Bobby's rampaging prick, wet and shining, buffeting into the moist 
softness of Jennifer's nakedly clenching little vagina, raced through her 
mind. She clenched her eyes tightly but still could not blot out the lewd 
vulgar picture. The couple's loud gasps and the wet sucking noises of their 
fucking drifted to her ears, magnifying the image a thousand times. 

The image ground harder into Valerie's brain and a paralyzing thought 
suddenly struck her like a blow. Why did they come here behind the school to 
do this? Why did she stay to watch? Why didn't she go for help or tear them 
apart like two misbehaving puppies? Why? 

Valerie stood still, transfixed, horrified, unable to tear her eyes away 
from the lewd spectacle. She watched with mounting terror, as the boy 
reached a hand down between them, his fingers curling around the long, hard 
shaft of his lust-filled member and raised his slimly muscled buttocks high 
in the air, aiming his great cock straight into Jennifer's soft, naked and 
defenseless cunt, its length and breadth jerking, as he paused there, 
momentarily before the brutal plunge again. She saw the muscles of his back 
and legs tense, heavily, cording out under his tanned skin; his buttocks 
hollowed, and he plunged, forcefully, using all of his strength to drive the 
erect penis deep into the tight, moist channel that waited naked and 
vulnerable between Jennifer's thin young thighs. 

He buried his long, thick, lust-inflated cock into her vagina as far as it 
would go, in one smooth, stabbing stroke, his balls slapping, dully, up 
against her upturned behind, their pelvic bones smacking together with a 
fleshy resounding smack. 

Jennifer gasped up into the boy's face; it was a gasp of pain and surprise, 
as her knees jerked involuntarily, and she screwed her buttocks back and 
down into the soft grass to escape the suddenly brutal impalement of her 
loins, her toes curling inward to the soles of her tiny, narrow and delicate 
feet with the agony of it. 

The boy withdrew the thick, hard rod of flesh, then, slightly, slipping the 
fleshy column out for several inches, before he flexed his hips again and 
plunged it forward and in again as Jennifer moaned, loudly, incessantly, up 
into his face. Once more, he withdrew his maleness from her widely spread 
cuntal opening, until the cockhead showed, redly, in the moistness of the 
girl's coral-lined sex passage. Unexplainably, then, Jennifer's tapering 
white legs lashed out, suddenly, around the boy's narrow twin-cheeked 
tautness of flexing buttocks, straining to pull the great length and breadth 
of his fully erect cock back inside her. The cords on the inside of her 
marble-white thighs were raised and flexed, as she shoved her golden, 
down-covered crotch up over his white, glisteningly moist rod of rock-hard 
maleness, attempting to swallow the whole of it, again. Her dew-moist cuntal 
mouth nibbled its way straight up his vibrating, visibly pulsing shaft, her 
hollowing buttocks lifting several inches off the flattened grass, her back 
arched, as she struggled to absorb the lusty cock her hungry young cunt 
demanded. 

A wet, viscous sound of the friction of cock and cunt sluicing together 
drifted across the opening to the ears of the watching, listening teacher, 
who stared, wide eyed, transfixed contemplating a segment of the world she 
did not yet completely understand. She was too terrified to move from the 
spot. 

As she watched, Jennifer's narrow little hips began to move, flexing 
rhythmically, beating up and down the smooth, fleshy pole imbedded in her 
softly clasping channel of love, the dangling, hair-covered, ball-filled sac 
of the boy slapping in time against the tiny, faintly puckered anal passage, 
below. Then, Jennifer was groaning, her voice sounding strange, choked, 
almost incoherent with building passion. 

"Fuck me, God damn it! Fuck me! That's what you want to do . . . then come 
on . . . do it, Bobby! Fuck me . . . hard!" The girl moaned in agony. 

The filthy, lewd word spewed out of Jennifer's mouth. Dear God! Fuck me! 
Valerie couldn't let that particularly horrifying thought come to full 
comprehension in her mind. What can I do? She could do nothing but continue 
to watch in wide eyed fascination and horror as the lewd spectacle moved on 
to even more indecent and salacious sex acts. 

The boy, Bobby, on top of Jennifer said nothing. His breath came in rasping, 
panting gasps, his jaw hung asag, as he held his body rigid while Jennifer 
squirmed her vagina, frantically, up and down on the rigid shaft of his sex. 

Then, writhing snakelike, Bobby's hand curled under Jennifer's wildly 
pumping buttocks, the tip of his middle finger circling and teasing the tiny 
puckered anal circle that nestled down between the smooth, white, moons of 
her buttock, that worked so desperately, hungrily, on the virile young 
hardness buried so deeply in her widespread loins. His finger tantalized for 
a long moment, probing, experimentally, and bringing, suddenly, to 
Jennifer's lips a screeching wail of agony as it slipped through the 
protective ring of muscle and disappeared inside, right up the child's back 
passage, as her tortured young body twisted and turned to escape the 
unnatural plunder of her anus. 

"OOOOOoooooh, Bobby . . . you bastard! You're hurting me!" she screamed. 

Her legs kicked out as she squealed in pain and torment, her toes curling, 
her ass jerking back to escape, but again, unexplainably, Jennifer's hips 
began to move forward, screwing herself up on his finger in her asshole, her 
loins beginning to gyrate, uncontrollably, her legs locking tightly to pull 
him to her, seeming to impale her own wildly pumping loins on the brutal, 
double ravishment of cock in cunt and finger in anal channel. 

The couple on the ground were frantic now. Faster and faster they moved, the 
boy's huge, thick, fleshy rod flashing whitely in and out of the young 
girl's cruelly wide stretched cuntal opening that glistened in the bright 
light, the viscous moisture from her vaginal walls forming dewy droplets 
that dribbled and ran downward to lubricate the plundering finger in the 
rubbery sponginess of her backside, as well as the long, hard cock that 
moved smoothly in and out of the cylinder of her cunt like a well-oiled 
piston. Their naked, lustful loins smashed together with a harsh, slapping 
sound. Now, Bobby jerked his finger from the flexing anus, below, with a 
faint popping hiss, and he supported his muscular body on both hands, his 
hips driving his monster cock, powerfully deeper and harder into the female 
softness of young Jennifer's loins, eliciting an incessant mewling moan of 
pleasure from the child's ecstatic lips. 

Again, Jennifer screamed in an agony of sexual rapture, the sound of it 
different, now. Valerie, watching and listening felt her own virginal cunt 
lips quicken and draw inward, sucking hollowly on the nothingness between 
her legs. Oh God . . . her panties were wet, she suddenly realized. She was 
wet with her own moisture, aroused by the sight of those lustful children 
down there in the grass and oats, mating and snorting and wailing like 
demented animals. She pressed harder against the rough bark of the tree and 
felt the thickened bark scraping and mashing her full breasts flat, rubbing 
her nipples to fiery nibs of heated desire. 

Valerie clung to the tree, unable to tear her eyes away from the lewdly 
bucking young couple, writhing and screaming in the grass, their genitals 
salaciously bared, their coupling completely exposed, cock joined in cunt in 
an obscene exhibition of wild, uninhibited fucking! Valerie felt her own 
body responding and melting and quivering as though she herself were 
participating in their lewd orgiastic experience. 

She shivered as though seized with a sudden chill even though the fevers 
were raging in her blood like molten torrents. It was no longer any secret 
to her. She couldn't go for help or pull them apart . . . for the watching 
was turning her on too! The watching of their maniacal fucking was turning 
her bones to jelly with jealousy and frustration. The truth was . . . she 
was a virgin . . . a twenty five year old virgin. Bruce had even hinted that 
she was worse than a dried up old maid that last time she'd sent him away. 



His voice came back to haunt her now. "What are you . . . some kind of nut? 
I want to feel your breasts . . . you want my hands there . . . and you 
scream like a banshee . . . you're crazy or senile or some damn thing, 
woman!" Valerie had gone tearing up the path to her cottage then, sobbing 
and moaning, turning at the door and screaming out at him in her pain and 
humiliation, "I never want to see you again, Bruce Landers!" 

"Don't worry, baby . . . you won't!" 

Three weeks now she'd waited but he made no move. She'd finally known that 
he wouldn't and had fallen back into wearing herself out with the horse and 
the school and the children and the garden. She'd lain awake many nights 
though wondering whose arms had welcomed him, what woman was accepting him 
and consoling him? 

Bruce's boy was down there now with Jennifer Crist, his virile young cock 
sunk deep into willing young cunt flesh, open and pink like a wound that 
wept liquid that was not rotting, but fresh young lubricant from deep inside 
her fertile young body. 

Suddenly, Valerie's attention was jerked back to the scene before her by a 
soul-searing groan that went on and on. She looked down to the ground and 
saw Bobby gasping and moaning with Jennifer more softly echoing his every 
sound. The boy pummeled his lust-hardened young penis heartlessly into the 
young girl's vaginal passage, plunging again and again. And then, Bobby 
began spewing his hot white load deep into Jennifer's upturned cunt, the 
force of his orgasm sending hot cascading sperm foaming back out of her 
thinly hair-lined young cunt-lips and down the desperately clenching cleft 
between her ass-cheeks. Almost insanely, the girl screwed her buttocks 
tightly onto the still squirting prick sunk deep into her belly, and as the 
boy gave one final lunge into her semen flooded cuntal passage, she let out 
a whimpering wail from between tightly clenched teeth, and Valerie saw her 
body shudder violently as a great crest of pleasure wracked her body. 

"Agggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh . . . GGGGGGGGAAAADDDDDAAAAAMMMMM," Jennifer 
screamed in an agony of sexual rapture, screaming out her orgasmic release, 
as young Bobby Landers stroked into her without mercy, until with a low 
guttural grunt, he drove deep up into her again to the hilt, holding himself 
down there for breathless moments while his hot white sperm still shot into 
the pale softness of the thirteen year olds hungrily accepting belly. 
Valerie thought she could detect the pumping action in his balls, tight up 
in the cleft, between Jennifer's rounded little ass cheeks, and she could 
see his puckered anus jerking and flexing as he came. Then, at last he 
collapsed on top of the girl, the full weight of him cradled between her 
still spasmodically clenching child-like thighs. 

"God, damn, Jenny . . . I thought I'd never stop cumming!" he giggled. 

Valerie's body was taut with the tension of the scene before her. The young 
couple lay exhausted on the ground. Biting her knuckles to keep her whimpers 
from becoming audible, Valerie somehow stumbled into the girl's bathroom and 
locked the door. When she was seated on the toilet, her ruined panties wet 
and slippery with her own damaging and desirous moisture around her slender 
ankles, the sobs came out in convulsive groans, as her middle fingers found 
the shamelessly slippery cunt lips between her legs and tried to ease the 
torturous need there. Oh God . . . Oh God . . . Oh God . . . 

Chapter Two 

"Bruce?" Valerie knocked timidly at the door of the old house. Her heart was 
in her throat and her courage was failing now that she was here . . . but he 
had to be told. He had to be told about Bobby's behavior. She knocked again. 
Damn. Why didn't he have a telephone like everybody else? Then she wouldn't 
have had to face him. The old house just echoed with her knocks emptily, yet 
his truck was in the yard. Maybe he was down at the beach. 

Following the bubbling little stream that led to the open sea, Valerie made 
her way through the heavy brush along the banks. Why bother? Suddenly, a 
thought depressed her even more than her already gloomy outlook. Supposing 
Bruce didn't believe her . . . suppose he defended Bobby . . . suppose he 
laughed at her . . . 

At last she reached the heavy columns of the high bridge that spanned the 
canyon where the river trickled into the smooth Pacific. She rested a moment 
against the hard concrete buttress and then plodded on through the sand, 
cursing herself and Bobby and Bruce too. It would have been easier if she 
had never dated Bruce or had any kind of personal contact with him. She 
never should have, she thought grimly. Certainly he was like no man she'd 
ever dated before. 

Pity mostly, at first, had been her motivation. Bruce Landers blended in 
well with the canyon people but he was a far cry from the correct college 
boys and young businessmen she'd dated previously. Bruce Landers was a 
widower with a teenage boy and because Bobby was in her school, motherless 
and not very well motivated, she'd felt sorry for him and his father. 

Bearded and shabby in faded jeans like all the other hippie types in the 
canyon, Valerie had been amazed to find that Bruce had dropped out of a life 
very much like her own background when his wife died. An upper middle 
management man with a huge corporation he'd suddenly found his life didn't 
satisfy him anymore. A status drop-out was the way he described himself. 
He'd sold everything, packed up and moved to the canyon. Valerie presumed he 
lived on his savings for he never seemed to work except for odd jobs 
occasionally, gardening, carpentry. Mostly he did weird sculpture, fished, 
puttered at fixing up the old house he'd bought on the canyon floor not far 
from the beach. Her dates with him had been picnics on the beach, an 
occasional experimental movie at the college, a folk dance group at a 
neighborhood center in town. 

"Hi!" 

Valerie jumped, clutching her jacket, and then she saw him. Shirtless, 
squatting down in the sand, Bruce was busy bending scrap wire and pieces of 
driftwood into one of his sculptures. He grinned up at her, a dirty half 
naked savage. Strangely, his dark beard and unkempt hair made him look 
younger than his thirty seven years. He motioned for Valerie to sit down. 

"How've you been?" 

"Bruce . . . I . . . I . . . ah . . . have some bad news." 

"Oh?"' he inquired casually, still twisting the wire and securing the 
gnarled wood. "What's that?" 

"Well . . . well . . . Bobby . . . he . . ." 

"He didn't get hurt?" 

"No . . . no nothing like that." 

"He raped a girl after school . . . in the field there.. ." Valerie blurted 
out loudly. 

"Raped, huh?" Bruce laughed. 

"You think that's funny!" 

"Well, I don't hold much with this rape idea . . . usually doesn't work that 
way," he said calmly. 

"But this girl is only thirteen years old!" 

"Old enough then . . . so Bobby's growing up," he laughed shaking his head 
philosophically. 

"Bruce . . . the girl . . . Bobby . . . I saw them!" Valerie exclaimed 
aghast at Bruce's calm acceptance of the news. "How can you sit there . . . 
as though . . ." Words failed Valerie, and an unreasoning anger rose in her. 
No wonder there was so much juvenile delinquency when a parent could take 
such an attitude. 

"Tell me . . . did old Bob really give it to her?" Bruce laughed, rising to 
look closely into Valerie's face. He stood over her laughing like a bearded 
satyr, the muscles in his naked chest rippling powerfully as he rubbed the 
sand on his hands against his jeans. Valerie shrank instinctively back a 
step, her eyes drawn magnet-like to his naked brawn, the dark curling hair 
on his chest making a V down to his navel. 

"You better wake up, Valerie . . . start living in the real world, honey. 
Why should I be outraged? My son's only doing what his instincts tell him to 
do . . . what any normal person does when he reaches a certain age. I'd be a 
hell of a lot more worried if he didn't get some pussy at fifteen." 

"You . . . you're a monster, Bruce Landers . . . a . . ." Valerie sputtered 
wildly, a sudden fear clutching her for Bruce kept inching closer, leering 
down into her face. 

"And you're a hypocrite, baby . . . a real first class hypocrite." 

"Don't you dare talk to me like that . . . don't you ever . . ." 

"Here . . . I'll prove it . . ." 

All her anger and fear and outrage were suddenly stoppered by Bruce Landers' 
laughing mouth. His arms shot out and scooped her to him, his hands biting 
into her arms and his mouth coming down on hers fiercely in a deep brutal 
kiss. Her mouth was suddenly filled with his filthy tongue that spewed such 
horrible words and she was claimed by his hard body in a vise like embrace. 
Valerie strained against him but he only wrapped her closer and began 
fucking his long tongue deeply into her mouth, while his hands bit into the 
flesh of her buttocks and back, pulling her cringing body into his hard 
maleness. She could feel an almost instant bulge form in his jeans and it 
buried deeply against her belly. Its enormity was obvious even through the 
clothes. Gagging and choking on his invading tongue she tried vainly to spew 
it out but his lips were pressed against hers so ferociously that her own 
teeth were bruising her lips. He was devouring her and the smell of his hard 
male body was in her nostrils and she felt as though she'd faint there in 
the sand. 

Bruce explored every ridge and hollow of Valerie's velvet, wetly caverned 
mouth with his tongue while his cock rose heavily and painfully in his tight 
jeans, straining to get into her other hollow that needed him so badly. 
Damned hypocritical bitch! Well, by God this was one time he'd teach her 
that badly needed lesson. It hadn't been worth it before. Too many other 
bitches in heat around, but now . . . coming down here to tell him Bobby was 
in some little chit's pants . . . now, she was going to get it. Probably why 
she came . . . at least subconsciously. Amazing what women would do so as to 
maneuver themselves into getting validly raped. 

He held her straining and taut, every muscle tensed to rigidity, his tongue 
locked deeply into her mouth, his hands and arms holding her prisoner, 
breasts mashed deliciously against his powerful chest, one thigh worming 
between her legs so that her pubic mound was pressed hard against him. She 
tried desperately to move her head and Bruce only caught her skull in his 
hand and jerked her mouth under his again deeper and harder. He held her so 
hard and so long that finally she went limp in his arms, the breath rattling 
out her nose desperately and moans bubbling up muffled from her chest. 

Despite her height, Valerie was no match for this huge brute who held her 
easily. His strength was simply too much for her. Her struggling had not 
broken his hold and some survival instinct told her to go limp. Perhaps she 
could somehow fool him and get away from that brutal mouth and iron arms. Oh 
God! Why had she come here. She should have known! He was a maniac, an 
animal with one thing on his mind. How could she have expected the father to 
be different from the son? 

The wind howled suddenly and came rushing in from the sea, whipping around 
the locked figures standing and swaying on the sand. The desperateness of 
her situation suddenly hit Valerie. There was no one around. Nothing but sea 
and sky and sand and the dark shadows of the bridge girders. 

His hands were coursing over her now, smoothing her buttocks and cupping her 
heavy breasts that suddenly felt like heavy balloons, swollen and fevered. 
Tears stung Valerie's eyes and the bitter gall of knowing she had devised 
her own downfall at this beast's hands rose in anguished moans from beneath 
her breastbone to burble helplessly in the tongue filled cavern of her 
mouth. 

Suddenly one of his hands had snaked under the clean blouse she'd put on. 
Illogically she was glad she'd stopped at her cottage in the Highlands to 
scrub herself clean and change clothes before coming down here. The horror 
of that thought then hit her as she felt his big hand rip the catch on her 
bra and then come around to weigh her naked breast in the huge palm as 
though it were a ripened fruit at the market. The warmth of his hand 
enveloped her through the skin of that one hand and the wind was less cold. 
A tremor shook her when his hand rubbed and tweaked the nipple to instant 
hardness and the warmth like creeping syrupy sweetness stole through her 
veins and bones and skin. Unconsciously she sucked the probing tongue in her 
mouth of her own volition and felt the chasing ripples of promised rapture 
skittering through her loins and breasts and belly. 

That was better. Hot bitch crucifying herself on her own crude cross of 
respectability. Christ, she tasted and smelled like ambrosia. Bruce could 
feel his cock twitching painfully in the cloth prison. Willowy blonde 
goddess with a body better than any Venus. Clothes couldn't hide a body that 
well and he knew already what that flesh would look like naked and lusting. 
Well, there would be no more waiting! 

Valerie felt Bruce's mouth slide at last down her long throat and she 
breathed in the sea air gratefully, the sobs audible now. She shook in the 
wind like a leaf and gathered her strength for the moment he made a false 
move. Oh God . . . she must get out of here or in a few more moments she too 
would be splayed out and impaled down into the sand like that poor child 
behind the school! 

"See what I mean, baby . . . you like it . . . you just tell yourself you 
don't . . . mmm . . . 

Valerie felt his hand fumbling with her jacket to get it down her arms, his 
mouth pressed into the hollow of her shoulder like a brand that seared her 
skin indelibly. NOW, her brain screamed frantically and she jerked back out 
of his grasp and turned to run. 

Before she'd gone two steps Bruce closed the gap between them, caught her 
wrist and spun her down on her back on the sand. 

"NO . . . no . . . please . . . please Bruce . . . oh God . . . NOOOOOOO . . 
." she sobbed, her eyes pleading helplessly up at him in his standing 
position above her. 

"Too late, honey," he said looking down at her, a cold cruel grin beginning 
to play around his mouth. "Too late for anything but fucking now. 

"Oh, my God!" she'd gasped, cringing within at the vile sound of the obscene 
word, and its very significant meaning to her at that petrifying moment, 
while he began to remove the clothes from his tall, muscular body; until at 
last, he stood over her licentiously naked, his thick hard penis lancing out 
from his lean, hairy loins like some brutal instrument of torment. 

She gaped in sheer disbelief as he dropped his hand to it and with a lewd 
grin, began stroking the heavy, uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over 
the purplish, bulbous head. It jerked to his own touch and as she stared up 
in abhorrence she thought she detected several drops of white male semen 
seep from the tiny split at its tip . . . 

"Fascinating, isn't it, darling?" he leered, reveling obviously in the 
shameful torment he was subjecting her to . . . He laughed lewdly. "Well now 
. . . just wait till I slip it up into that tight little cunt of yours, then 
you'll really appreciate it. I'll tell you the truth, honey . . . it's made 
more than one snooty little bitch beg for mercy." He started to laugh again, 
then, caught himself. "By the way, you do have a tight little cunt, I hope . 
. .?" 

"Stop it! Stop it!" she shouted at him, tears spilling uncontrollably down 
her cheeks as he went on with his tormenting, watching the contorted 
expressions of shock and near-paralyzing fear pass over her face in a 
kaleidoscope of sheer repugnance. 

But he didn't stop . . . only continued to grin lewdly at her while she lay 
as if glued to the sand, watching, hypnotized by his stroking of the rigid 
fleshy shaft with his hand . . . the unbelievable thickness of it causing 
her subconscious to recall his words of a moment before . . . more than one 
. . . beg for mercy . . . My God, no woman could ever take such a thing 
inside her . . . it would rip her intestines to shreds! 

Again, he started toward her. 

"Bruce! D-don't come any nearer! You hear . . . Don't touch me!" she'd 
managed to blurt at him through her loathing and fear, yet realizing that 
her words were futile . . . that he was going to take her helpless, virginal 
body no matter how she pleaded with him . . . He was his son's father! 

"Are you going to strip off those pretty clothes, baby . . . or do you want 
me to rip them off your ass into shreds?" 

Valerie lay there completely defenseless, still froze in semi-shock and 
near-terror, until he reached out for her, jerking her up to her feet and 
clamping her face between his strong hands, his wet lips encompassing hers 
tightly, his tongue bursting deep into her mouth while the hardness of his 
prick gouged into the soft flesh of her belly . . . then he was stripping 
her. 

As terrified and sickened as she was, she realized the uselessness of 
struggling. Dear God, she thought, what a monstrous farce she helped to 
perpetrate on her own self . . . 

"That's my little hypocrite," he hissed at her. "Let old Bruce prepare you 
for the fucking of your life." 

Once more, she cringed at the vile sound of the obscene word he breathed 
hotly into her tearstained face. She was dimly conscious of his eager hands 
moving over her body, tugging at zippers and unfastening snaps, until the 
air caressed her naked flesh, hardening the nipples of her unleashed, full 
white breasts, and then she felt her flimsy white panties being pulled down 
over the softness of her smooth rounded buttocks. 

He stepped back then and gazed at her while she closed her eyes and stood, 
chin high, trying desperately to control the tears attempting to flood from 
them, nearly losing her balance as she swayed dangerously in her 
self-inflicted darkness . . . There was nothing left but shame now . . . 

"Christ, you're a luscious sight to behold!" he gasped, pulling her against 
his lust incited nakedness, crushing her breasts flat to his powerful, hairy 
chest, his hands cupping the round full globes of her buttocks and hauling 
her close until his hard jerking staff burrowed tightly into the white 
softness of her flaccid belly. "You're all that I thought you were going to 
be . . . when I watched this tight little ass of yours whip around the 
school . . . Damn, how I wanted to fuck that aristocratic little pussy of 
yours, baby . . . just flip you onto your back and throw those long legs up 
over your head . . . and stuff this cock into that soft white little belly 
of yours until you could taste it . . ." 

"Oh God," she moaned almost incoherently, her face resting on his shoulder, 
suddenly unable to comprehend the erotic tingle of excitement his obscene 
description of what he was going to do to her was arousing in her. And then, 
he caught her by her pigtail, jerking her head back, his open mouth finding 
hers while his hand clutched and kneaded her left breast mercilessly, 
pinching and twisting at the nipple, immediately quenching the fleeting 
passion of a moment before. 

She whimpered against his lips from the brutal mauling of her soft sensitive 
breast, her eyes blinded with the tears of her shameful and humiliating 
situation, while deep within she knotted with the dreaded fear of the 
inevitable moment when he would try to penetrate her virginal passage with 
the horrendous thickness of his penis pressing hard against her stomach. 

Oh, my God, what had she done? What had she done? And then, suddenly, he 
forced her to the sand. 

"Oh . . . oh, please, Bruce. My God . . ." she pled as he moved over her and 
pressed her down before him, quickly placing one knee between her 
automatically closing legs. "I . . . I've never . . . my God! I'm a virgin, 
Bruce!" 

He poised himself above her on all fours, only the one leg between hers, and 
grinned down at her in his lustful state. 

"Really?" he said thickly. "Well now . . . that's some phenomenon these 
days, even for a school teacher." He chuckled excitedly. "All in your favor 
though, darling. At least, it makes me feel I'm getting my money's worth. So 
. . . spread those beautiful white thighs of yours and we'll change all 
that." 

"P-please, Bruce . . . My God, be gentle . . ." 

"Spread' em damnit!" he'd snarled, as if nothing else mattered to him but 
burying his heavy, desire hardened cock inside her chaste tender flesh, and 
reluctantly, afraid now to resist him, she opened her thighs while he lifted 
his other leg and planted himself commandingly between the long tan columns, 
his eyes gaping down lustfully at the pink moist flesh of her slightly 
opened cuntal lips. Then, he sat back momentarily on his haunches, still 
staring at the completely exposed sight of her sparse, golden, hair-covered 
vagina, and as she watched in near-paralyzed fear, he placed his palms flat 
against the inside of her soft, smooth thighs, his thumbs resting on the 
soft, downy flanges of her cunt. Her breath had caught in her chest as with 
a slow, tantalizing outward movement, he drew the gently pulsating lips 
slowly apart, exposing the moist coral flesh to the mercy of his gaze. 

"Christ!" he gasped once more. "Baby, that's the tiniest little pussy I've 
seen in a long time!" 

"Bruce . . . Bruce, please . . . don't!!!" she begged, the words tumbling 
pleadingly from the pathetically trembling lips. 

He said nothing, only sucked in his breath and suddenly dropped down onto 
her, his hands plundering greedily over the soft lush contours of her fear 
stricken young body, squeezing her full, succulent breasts sadistically, his 
mouth lowering to chew hungrily at one nipple then the other, while she 
writhed painfully beneath him. 

"Oh . . . oh, my God . . ." she'd moaned beneath his depraved attack. He 
held her imprisoned with the weight of his strong sinuous body, her head 
rolling back and forth wildly while his hand sought his prick and jammed the 
blood-filled head between the moist, tender lips of her vagina, working it 
up and down briefly to part the soft, sparse pubic hair, and thrusting it 
forward against the tight, reluctantly cringing mouth of her cunt. 

Abruptly, her terror got the better of her; she tried to scream . . . but 
couldn't! Then, she felt the agonizing pressure beginning. For one brief 
moment, she thought she could endure it, but it quickly became obvious to 
her that it would never fit. Again, she tried to scream. 

He flicked his hips forward. 

"OOOooooohhhhh Godddd, noooo, nooooo!" The scream came then. Her brain 
reeled, but more from fear than the pain. She heard him grunt heavily, then 
he pressed into her again, flexing his buttocks with brutal strength, until 
suddenly her cunt gave way before him. The tight elastic ring of her vaginal 
entrance popped open with a snapping, unexpected sound and the huge spongy 
head slipped wetly up inside her with a rush that left her gasping for 
breath. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" 

She flailed her head insanely and tried to get her talon-crooked fingers up 
to claw at his face with her nails as she squirmed and twisted like a 
madwoman, endeavoring to escape the cruel and agonizing impalement of her 
helpless cunt. 

She squealed as might a speared animal thrashing in its final death-throes 
while he caught her wrists and pinned them back to the sand. She kicked her 
legs out frantically in a futile attempt for relief, but the move only 
worsened her position, and he sunk his massive hardness deeper into her 
softly yielding flesh without benefit of mercy while she began to 
half-screech incoherently from the unbelievable pain. Brutally, his 
stone-hard cock bored further and further into her unprepared, virginal 
passage, expanding the sensitive moist walls until she was certain her 
thighs would split asunder from the outward, relentless pressure . . . then, 
his pelvis smacked resoundingly against her own and she felt his balls 
dangling heavy between the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched ass. 

She tried to speak, beg, anything . . . but couldn't raise the words from 
her throat. He whipped her breath away with his cruel penetration of her 
unreceptive and unwanting vagina, the scalding pain emitting from it and her 
whole crotch area assuring her that he was tearing her badly, and as the 
huge, massive thing lay entombed beyond reason deep in her helplessly 
quivering belly, the warm and wetly stretched walls of her cunt wrapped like 
a salved bandage around it, she was certain she could feel the blood 
trickling down the cleft between her buttocks to form a warm, wet pool 
beneath her on the sand. 

But he never stopped. Like some mad rapist, he never even gave her an 
acclimating moment of adjustment to his sudden invasion deep inside her 
womb. He simply began to fuck, plunging in and out of her like a crazed 
feral animal. Half in shock from the pain, as well as the heartbreak, shame 
and humiliation, she gaped up helplessly at his lust-contorted face, trying 
with all of her heart to fathom what lay beyond that mask as he hammered 
inhumanly in and out of her. Her eyes blurred with her tears, but more from 
the mental anguish as the pain slowly began to subside and she determined 
that his only thought was to spew his waiting load of white, hot semen deep 
inside her in the age old heritage of the dominating male animal. 

When the pain eased a little, her moistly tingling vaginal passage flowered 
strangely and against her will open to him and fiery tongues of ecstatic 
pleasure began to lick hungrily at her soft sensitive flesh. Uncontrollably, 
her whole body began an insane twitching and writhing beneath him and she 
found herself groaning incessantly up into the wetness of his mouth, shoving 
her tongue with wild and complete abandon deep into his throat. Her legs on 
either side of his impaling cock jerked and quivered of their own volition, 
and she drew back her knees tight against her throbbing breasts, presenting 
the naked plane of her loins wide-open to his pile-driving thrusts, and he 
ground hard and deep, his cock boring far up into the hidden, never before 
touched, sanctuary of her womb. 

Oh God, yes, she wanted it now . . . No matter what he did to her! 

At that moment, she nearly begged him! Her body was screaming for release; 
he drove her desire to that wildly spiraling point with the force of his 
lust alone. Then the brutal pressure of the rocklike hardness of his cock 
against the virgin opening of her cunt made Valerie grow tense again from 
the anxiety of the pain she knew would surely come again. She thought her 
flesh was ripping apart from the steady increase of force as his hips pushed 
forward with more and more strength. The pain in her groin grew to ever 
greater proportions as her vagina resisted the blunt force of the fleshy 
hard cock, until suddenly, her whole body seemed to rip in half as the giant 
head pushed deeper than ever into the tight, restricting, small passage. 

"AAAAAaaahhhhhhh!" Valerie groaned her fresh agony out loud as the pain 
seared through her body again. She couldn't control her voice any longer, 
and she cried out a plea for mercy. But she didn't realize that Bruce 
Landers was beyond hearing her. She was trying desperately to fight off the 
pain that tore at her insides, and that one thought occupied her total mind. 
She squirmed her buttocks back away from the ramming instrument, but she was 
held tightly by the strong grip and weight of his body. 

"AAAAawwwwwwwhhhhhh!" She screamed, as the force drove even more heavily now 
into her vagina, the blood-filled column expanding her tightly stretched 
passage to fit perfectly its thick round size. With slow sureness, it 
pressed inward even further, a millimeter at a time, and each move seemed to 
Valerie to be more terrible now than the last. She was convinced that she 
could never retain her consciousness with Bruce Landers' giant fleshy rod 
buried up inside her, and she struggled with the fast-draining remainder of 
her strength, for what she felt was a lifetime lost in her panic as she was. 
She wasn't interested in doing anything now except getting away from the 
painful pressure down between her legs, but her struggle was hopeless. She 
didn't have the strength left in her body to resist anymore, and she gave up 
fighting the pain. She relaxed, letting the huge rampaging cock just fuck 
her into oblivion. 

"OOOOooooohhhh! OOOOOOOOhhhhhhhh!" she groaned out helplessly when the 
suddenly unrestricted instrument plunged quickly up the remainder of her 
wide stretched cunt, completely filling her womb. Bruce's groin crashed hard 
again into her widespread vagina as his cock submerged in the glovelike 
flesh to the maximum depth. Valerie didn't move at all, for fear of the pain 
she knew would come, as she thought for sure that the instrument was going 
to pierce the walls of her lower belly. She felt as though her whole body 
was hung limply on a giant staff of flesh stabbed into her womb, and that at 
any moment it was going to push farther up to tear the rest of her body in 
two. But it didn't go in any further. It just stayed throbbing in her 
helplessly stretched cuntal passage like an animal at rest before attacking 
an elusive prey. 

Slowly she became aware of the other parts of her body which were still very 
much alive. Her heart was pounding furiously in her chest, the steady beat 
transmitting up through her breast to the hairy chest pressed down against 
them. The taut nerves in her neck were reacting to the tiny nips of his 
teeth, and she realized that her arms were wrapped tightly around his body, 
holding him to her chest like Nature would hold the earth. She hoped that 
the storm was over, that. the aching in her womb would gradually stop, and 
the pleasure that was, she knew beginning again, would fill her thoughts. 

"Oooohh!" she exclaimed suddenly in protest, as Bruce flexed his tightly 
wrapped penis to expand the head buried deep up inside her stomach. The pain 
wasn't nearly as bad now, and the continuing expansion of his hardness began 
to bring a new sensation throbbing wonderfully through her belly to replace 
the pain. It was like a form of a final subjugation, to be filled now, after 
telling on the boy, with the throbbing penis of little Bobby Landers' 
father. She refocused her senses away from the searing pain of his cock to 
the pleasurable sensation that was slowly beginning to rebuild in the depths 
of her burning womb. 

The helpless girl drew her knees up so as to have better leverage to screw 
her wide stretched vaginal lips up against the fuzziness of his pubic hairs. 
As she arched her hips up slightly, Bruce withdrew his long cock from her 
womb, and she could feel herself unconsciously resisting his exit and then, 
when only the head end of it remained inside, she lifted her skewered groin 
up to him, afraid he might take it all the way out. But, he pushed instead, 
forward again deep up into the wetly clenched depths of her naked cunt. She 
could feel the smooth rubbery tip parting the walls of her vagina as it slid 
down inside her, and her cunt closed tightly around the thick cock, the 
nerves lining the wall transmitting every part of its form to her brain. She 
hung suspended on every moment of his long downstroke, feeling this time 
pleasure rather than pain, and when his pelvis pressed into her vagina she 
again felt the twin sacs of his balls smack lightly against her now 
voluntarily spread buttocks. The sensation was wonderful for Valerie and she 
opened her legs out as wide as she could to make the next plunge even nicer 
and deeper. 

Again, Landers pulled back with his hips to withdraw his excited cock, and 
as he slammed into her clasping pussy with a faster motion, this time his 
balls slapped all the way down against her tiny, nakedly puckered anus. 

"Aaahhh!" she shrieked from the weird sensation that came rippling up her 
spine. His balls were stirring with the pressure of sperm inside them, and 
she could feel their life throbbing as they hung down against her naked 
anus. The pain of his entry was completely forgotten, and all she could 
think of was to be fucked again and again by the hard hot flesh inside her 
womb. Even the aching had subsided to the point of being overtaken by the 
pleasure of his fucking into her. He began the steady rhythm of sawing in 
and out of her vagina as it had been done ever since man first appeared on 
the earth. The driving motion of his long, thick penis sent ripples of 
pleasure with ever increasing intensity through every part of her passion 
aroused body, and she took up the rhythm with him, arching her hips up as he 
drove forward on the downstroke, and pulling back as he retreated. 

The fire burning deep in her womb became more intense as Bruce's 
already-large cock seemed to grow larger as his fucking became faster and 
faster. His moistened column slid with greater ease in and out of her 
tightly grasping cunt, the walls of her passage wrapping and squeezing over 
every part of its throbbing shape as it stirred her to greater heights of 
pleasure. The swelling pounding work in her cunt seemed to go with more 
urgency as the tempo increased. His cock plowed deep inside her womb, their 
pubic hairs tangled together, only to depart as it withdrew to plow??? in 
once again. Valerie felt her whole body become a part of her hungrily 
clasping cunt, as the sensations were reaching out into her every nerve to 
create greater and greater excitement. She had never imagined it could be 
such pleasure to be totally consumed by the huge, fleshy rod pounding 
crazily into her belly. The frantic rolling motion of their bodies fucking 
on the sand made her mind whirl with tiny electric stars that bounced and 
exploded as her passion became higher. They appeared and disappeared like 
charges of energy from her excited nerves, dancing through her whole being. 
She drew her legs up as high as she could, and she began flexing and 
tightening the muscles in her thighs to pull and suck at the wonderful cock 
that skewered with tremendous force in her fiery, hot cunt. 

She felt as though her body was completely freed of any resistance to 
pleasure, and she had added sensations streaming from her loins that she 
wanted, but couldn't identify at first. Then, she realized that Bruce's 
hands were exploring other sensitive parts of her body, and a rippling flash 
of raw pleasure shot up her spine as she felt his finger probing into her 
nakedly exposed anus. She kept thinking over and over that she was being 
fucked, that she was being finally fucked by a man. When his finger suddenly 
pushed up inside the tightly resisting lips of her anus, the pain was 
nothing compared to the lewd sensations of total surrender she felt, and she 
began bucking wildly to have her groin pounded into pieces by his giant 
column of throbbing flesh. 

Her belly started jerking uncontrollably then as she felt the head of his 
screwing penis swell up larger inside her womb. She knew that it was going 
to start spewing out hot male cum at any moment, and, oh God, maybe even 
make her pregnant, but the growing spasms in her own belly were the focus of 
her attentions now. She thought she was going to have her insides exploded 
all around by the hot bursting sensations that followed the jerking in her 
womb. Then, suddenly, his huge cock sank deeply inside her burning cunt, and 
the head seemed to fill her like an inflating balloon. Her belly shook with 
tremendous spasms when she felt the first hot stab of liquid moving up the 
length of the long thick cock like a great roaring wave, to burst out and 
crash searingly into her warmly sucking womb. 

"OOOOooooooohhhhhh! OOOOOoooooooooo! AAwwwwwwwwwggggggghhhhhh!" She screamed 
out her ecstasy as the great, spurting instrument began to saturate her cunt 
with hot, sticky cum from his own climax. She could feel every drop of the 
passion-driven liquid bursting out of the giant swollen tip, and the 
sensations were so tremendous that her whole womb exploded in response. She 
jammed her groin up as tightly as possible against the jerking cock inside 
her, and her wildly contracting cunt erupted like a spewing volcano with her 
own joyous cum. 

"AAAAaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwgggggggg!" Her scream echoed around her head as the 
wetly searing passion in her body soared to a wild pinnacle of delightful 
pleasure. She sank her fingernails into the back of the man above her 
impassioned body, and pulled him down hard against her heaving breasts. She 
wanted to be smothered by his warm flesh, to cover her tingling nerves with 
a hot instrument of pleasure at every tiny opening to her body. She arched 
her widespread buttocks up to receive all of the hot squirting fluid she 
could get, and her own milk-white cum gushed up her hungrily contracting 
passage over the jerking thick cock to spill out around its hair covered 
base and run slowly down the crevice of her upturned buttocks. It seemed to 
go on and on forever until her body was completely drained of all its fluid. 

"If old Bobby made out as good as I did today, he did pretty well," Bruce 
breathed heavily against her ear, completely spent and satisfied. He nuzzled 
her neck appreciatively, nipping and kissing the flushed flesh of her 
collarbone. "Hurray for hypocritical virgins. They're the best kind," he 
whispered against her still warmly pulsing skin. 

Valerie lay as if dead, eyes closed against the deepening afternoon sky and 
the bushy bearded face that had in one short hour divided her life into 
"before" and "after." Dimly her brain began to bleat faintly in some dark 
recess, trying to arouse the guilt and shame her lusting body had buried in 
the tides of sensation that had changed her life forever. 

Oh God, don't let me be pregnant from him! Please don't let me be pregnant! 

Chapter Three 

One of those bright autumn days of orange sun, shining water and warm air, 
summer in any other region, came brilliantly through the windows of 
Valerie's cottage high up in the pines above the Pacific. Her own face 
beamed idiotically back at herself in the bathroom mirror. Smoothly tanned 
and flushed with sleep, hair tumbled in a cascading stream around her 
shoulders and down her back, the depraved behavior of yesterday afternoon 
was miraculously not engraved in her face. 

She looked clean and young and warmly female even to herself. How could it 
not show? How could she have engaged in that wild lusting with Bruce Landers 
and not reap the ravages of it visibly? 

There had been the multiple scrubbings last night, the scouring of her body 
inside and out, the weeping and finally the exhausted sleep. But now she was 
ravenous and only the tenderness of her vaginal walls and the heavy 
blossoming of her breasts that she could feel under her nightgown gave 
evidence of her downfall. The nipples were so tender that they felt raw 
against the soft nylon and she could see the pink tips under the gossamer 
fabric, turgid and tingling. 

Eating scrambled eggs and ham on her tiny terrace she thought about her 
predicament, vaguely trying to formulate some plan. Her stomach only 
clamored for more food and she ate ravenously. The more she tried to get her 
thoughts back to the business of the day, the more she saw Bruce Landers in 
her mind's eye. His bearded face and powerful body kept intruding and she 
kept wondering if she would see him today. It was ridiculous! How could she 
feel anything for a self avowed dropout, a man with a degenerate son who 
would most probably get her in deep trouble if she wasn't careful . . . a 
man who raped her casually and laughed about his son's debauchery. 

Sternly she finished her breakfast, fed the cat, dressed and put the 
breakfast dishes in the sink. Clearly, she had to get herself in hand. She 
couldn't let this hippie, this profligate who had fled from society 
precisely because he couldn't handle its responsibilities, turn her head and 
influence her own goals. New England history was full of such men and they 
always turned out bad, destroying everything around them. A small sinking 
stab of feeling gripped her stomach for she realized after yesterday how 
easy it was to be influenced by them. Well, she would simply have to be 
doubly on her guard. 

"Miss Fenton . . . Miss Fenton . . . Miss Fenton ." She was greeted by 
screaming children jumping up and down in wild excitement. "We have a new 
teacher . . . Look . . . look . . . he's here!" 

A tall grinning young man propped lazily against the storage shed got up 
languidly to greet her as Valerie climbed the path to the school. He unwound 
his body as though it were a loose spring and there was a lithe grace to his 
movements that was almost feline. His head was large and leonine which only 
added to his catlike appearance. Collar length reddish hair and a square 
jawed face with mocking green eyes grinned laconically at her. 

"Good morning," Valerie smiled uncertainly. "I'm Valerie Fenton." 

"You sure are," he agreed. His cat eyes traveled over her open necked 
sweater, lingering at her lushly outlined breasts and sweeping down her knit 
clad hips to her tanned legs and feet in neat pumps. "You surely are," he 
breathed suggestively, his eyes assessing her openly. 

Valerie's face burned and she dropped her eyes in confusion. One hand went 
to her hair that she had coiled neatly in a corwn??? on her head. "I . . . 
ah . . . can I do anything for you?" 

"Well, I should say you could," he answered in that breathy voice that 
brought another flush to Valerie's cheeks. "Ah . . . I'm Mike McIlhenny. Mr. 
Crane sent me down to help you. Said you needed some help . . . on the 
playground." The slight emphasis on the word play sent Valerie's color 
rising even higher. God . . . what was the matter with her? 

"Oh yes . . . he said he'd send somebody. I'll show you around later. It's 
time to start school now and I'll be busy with the children for a bit. Why 
don't you look over the sports equipment here in the shed and . . . ah . . . 
perhaps make a list of things we need." She brushed past him then and almost 
fled up the hi-fi??? with the children racing after her to the school house 
steps. 

Everything went wrong from that first moment. It was as though the kids had 
to try out the new man by behaving badly; only their testing of him put 
Valerie in the difficult position of looking out of control. She was furious 
with them and with the smirking young man, who swaggered finally through the 
classroom to bark at the unruly students. They followed him out onto the 
playground docilely and were soon shouting and whooping gleefully in a wild 
game of tag. 

Valerie stood at the window, watching, and for the first time in her life, 
actually swearing under her breath for long minutes. Stop it she told 
herself sternly, but the fury went on twisting her stomach into knots. 
Through a haze of anger she watched Mike McIlhenny get all the children 
involved and playing. He moved with an effortless grace, the muscles in his 
shoulders and back rippling visibly under his striped T-shirt. Valerie 
started??? guiltily when she realized she was actually wondering what those 
powerful arms would feel like holding her. My God! What had happened to her 
since yesterday? 

Jennifer Crist came into her range of vision then, running like the wind 
across the open playground. Her nubile young breasts bounced as she ran, 
clearly outlined under a tight pink sweater that clung like a second skin. 
Valerie could even see the pointed nipples poking out in tiny hard points 
under the thin sweater. The child had no bra on! Valerie felt her own 
breasts sudden heaviness, the nipples tingling under her lace bra that felt 
too tight and constraining after the mauling and gnawing they were subjected 
to yesterday. 

The whole afternoon came rushing back inside her head like a taped playback 
. . . the exciting peeping on Jennifer and Bobby . . . and the subsequent 
depraved sexual attack on her own virginal body by Bobby's father, Bruce 
Landers. Her head whirled and her body shivered as the memory of those hours 
came back so vividly she felt her vagina again clench inward and her nipples 
harden vicariously. 

Her eyes glazed as she stood staring out the window. Suddenly Mike McIlhenny 
came into focus as he raced after Jennifer Crist and tagged her. The look on 
his face was unmistakable. It was the same look Bobby had had and Bruce when 
he'd pinned the young teacher down in the sand. Valerie's hands gripped the 
window sill and her lips clamped down to stifle a moan. Oh God! She was 
seeing things . . . things that probably weren't even there. 

She whirled from the window as though stabbed and indeed she was . . . 
stabbed by the knife of conscience that all the years of her upbringing had 
honed to a sharp razor edge. It was wrong. All of it was wrong! Her own 
wrong doing didn't make any of it right or proper. It only made it worse. 

Valerie's mouth set in a line. She knew what had to be done. No matter how 
distasteful or how incompetent it made her look, the whole matter had to be 
reported to the superintendent. If something went wrong later and she hadn't 
reported Bobby and Jennifer, then things would be even worse for her. 
Besides there were the other children to think of. They must be protected 
too. 









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Palms sweating against the leather of her briefcase and head pounding out a 
rhythm of tension and pain, Valerie strode into Taylor Crane's private 
office. The smooth teak desk and gleaming chrome and leather chairs were 
softened by the depth of the thick orange carpet. The big man behind the 
desk looked up and smiled cordially. 

"Oh . . . Valerie . . . sit down, my dear." 

"Mr. Crane . . . I'm sorry to bother you when you're so busy but I have some 
rather urgent things to say . . . I . . ." 

"Yes?" Crane asked softly in the silence, watching the flustered young 
teacher blushing and glancing away in confusion. She was a delectable piece! 
The pale golden riches of her hair were coiled into a crown on her head. It 
was impossible not to want to pull it down and spread it out and bury your 
face in all that fragrant softness. Taylor felt his cock harden at the sight 
of her thrusting full breasts under the open necked grey sweater that made 
her skin look even more golden and sleek. 

"I . . . ah . . . have something rather horrifying to report." Crane didn't 
help her . . . just let his eyes roam over every inch of her, not bothering 
to mask his thoughts. The blood had rushed to her face again and she looked 
down at her clenched hands in her lap. 

"Yesterday afternoon. I caught two children engaging in 'relations' behind 
the school," she blurted, her eyes darting up and then away. 

"Relations? What kind of relations?" he asked gently and innocently. 
Honestly! This young filly was either incredibly stupid or had been brought 
up in a convent which he knew from her records was not the case. Just the 
product of a sound New England background. Well, by God . . . this was a 
lucky break. Anything that came up now that Valerie Fenton couldn't handle 
was all in his favor. 

"Sexual relations." she whispered in a barely audible voice. 

"You mean they were petting?" Crane snorted derisively. 

"No!" 

"Well, necking . . . whatever you want to call it . . ." 

"No . . . no, you don't understand . . ." Valerie spluttered. 

Crane got up impatiently and walked around his desk to stand looking down at 
her huddled in the chair like a recalcitrant child. Slowly and deliberately 
he let his eyes slide over her. 

"Then say what you mean, Valerie," he intoned gently, his voice deliberately 
silky. "Do you mean they were fucking?" 

The young teacher cringed as if he'd struck her. She shrank visibly from the 
one word that described vividly and exactly what her two students had been 
doing. 

"Well?" Crane's voice rose imperiously. Valerie nodded faintly, her eyes 
boring holes into the orange carpet and her neatly pumped toes trying to dig 
into the deep thickness. 

"Then say what you mean! Don't pussy foot and pretty it up. They were 
fucking and you saw them! Is that right?" 

"Yes." she whispered miserably. Crane could see that she was on the brink of 
tears. Now was the time to press the advantage. 

"I was afraid something like this would happen eventually . . . down at Rio 
Sur." He walked away from the trembling girl and strode back and forth in 
mock worry. "Rio Sur is too isolated. Way down the coast there. Should have 
been closed long ago. We could bus the students into town far cheaper. And 
another thing." He whirled to pierce her with steel grey eyes. "It isn't 
fair to let a young teacher like you ride herd on pupils who aren't much 
younger than you are. Alone, with no man to help. By the way, did McIlhenny 
help any today." 

"Oh . . . please . . . Mr. Crane . . . you don't understand . . ." Valerie 
choked out the words, past the anger and the frustration and the humiliating 
indignity the man had heaped on her by use of the crude four-letter words. 
Her body felt as though it couldn't contain all the myriad emotions that 
swept through her with hurricane force. Her control had gone long ago. She 
felt helpless and so infuriated that the words would hardly squeak past her 
lips. 

"Closing the school wouldn't solve anything. It's . . . not too isolated . . 
. that's the whole reason it's a good school . . . the whole concept of Rio 
Sur must be preserved. Don't you see . . . what happened had nothing to do 
with the school itself or with me . . . it's . . . it's . . ." 

"Can't you see how the parents will view it, Valerie . . . Have you told 
them?" 

"I spoke with the boy's father . . . but not the girl's parents yet . . ." 

"You'd better let me handle that. How did the boy's father react?" 

"He . . . he . . . laughed . . ." The memory of the previous afternoon swept 
through Valerie's already once-ravaged young body and the trembling 
increased and the tears burst from her filled lids. 

"Well, that's a relief. No trouble from that quarter . . . but the girl's 
parents may be something else. Better give me the name." Crane sat down and 
pulled a pen and paper toward him. 

"Crist . . . Jennifer Crist . . ." Valerie mumbled, sobs beginning to rise 
in her chest now at the thought that Rio Sur might be closed and her hopes 
and dreams gone in the space of one afternoon's events. Oh God! She 
shouldn't have come to Crane! 

The superintendent pushed the paper aside then and leaned back in his chair. 
"You mustn't take it so hard, my dear. These things happen . . . but they 
wouldn't happen in a town school . . . at least not on the school grounds 
where the school could be held responsible. It's too much to ask you to 
handle all those children in that primitive situation. No. Rio Sur must be 
closed. We'll have to get the board's approval, of course. May take a little 
while . . ." 

Suddenly, the sobbing teacher stood up. She was shaking, and the anger and 
frustration in her face sweeping through her harshly so that she was barely 
understandable. 

"I beg you . . . Mr. Crane . . . don't do something so foolish . . . so 
ridiculous . . . I can handle the school . . . I have handled it. I have a 
good record . . . Truly I do. My students have won scholarships and . . . 
Oh, you can't . . . you can't close the school." She wailed pitifully. 

"Valerie! This isn't your decision to make. Your judgment is prejudiced 
here. You've allowed yourself to become too involved with the students. 
Obviously you can't handle it. Look at you . . . how upset you are over a 
situation that you couldn't handle. You can't even handle your own emotions 
. . . quite obviously." he said sadly. 

"But . . . but please . . . won't you listen . . ." Valerie fought for 
control and it eluded her, the tears flooding down her cheeks now and her 
breath coming in sobbing gasps. Crane came around the desk and put his arm 
comfortingly around her shoulder. 

"Now you run along home, Valerie. I'll handle this. You're much too 
overwrought. Don't you worry, my dear. We'll find a way to handle the 
situation and we'll find you a nice class in town here at one of the other 
schools. Everything will be fine. You'll see. Of course it will take a 
little while but I promise you I'll get on it right away." 

Valerie found herself propelled toward the door. He'd herded her almost 
there. Oh God. She'd ruined everything!! Everything she'd worked for 
everything she'd dreamed! Her own school would never be a reality now. No 
foundation would give her a grant unless she could prove her success in a 
functioning school. 

"No . . ." Valerie tore herself from the superintendent's grasp and stood 
shaking and white lipped. A surge of strength shot up her back bone. "You 
mustn't close the school. I've worked so hard. You're not going to take it 
away from me. I don't need help. I don't need anything except your support 
to keep the program going. I have kids there now who need me . . . who need 
the school just as it is . . . despite what happened yesterday. Two students 
don't make a school. This has never happened before. It's the hippie element 
that's moved into the canyon. Don't you see. It wasn't my fault . . . you 
mustn't take the school away from me . . . you mustn't . . . 

"That isn't for you to decide, Valerie . . . or for me . . . it's for the 
board. Now, you'd better go. I have a great deal of work still to do. I'll 
take care of the Crist child's parents. Good afternoon." he said icily as he 
ushered her out the door and closed it behind her. 

Chapter Four 





Working feverishly almost around the clock, Valerie had driven herself for 
two days as though possessed by a demon. The specter of the school being 
closed haunted her and Taylor Crane took on the dimensions and attributes of 
a devil incarnate. When her brain had begun functioning again and her anger 
manageable, she'd realized that the only way to save the school was to prove 
to townspeople and board members that the school was a properly functioning, 
innovative and worthwhile place of education. 

The school fair was an annual event that she and the children had devised to 
raise money for the extra books they wanted and extra equipment the district 
wouldn't provide. This year it had to serve a far more urgent purpose. It 
had to persuade the establishment and the system that a small one room 
schoolhouse was not only worth preserving but a better school than its town 
counter parts. 

Valerie had explained it all to the children. Their response had been 
valiant and instantaneous. Everyone pitched in to get the fair ready in 
record time in order that the board members could see it before their next 
meeting when Valerie was sure Taylor Crane would try and persuade them to 
his point of view. 

After two days of back breaking work that had lasted for Valerie and Mike 
and some of the interested parents far into the night, the fair was almost 
in readiness. Mike had been wonderful. She'd misjudged him that first day. 
Her own guilt had caused her to suspect him, she realized. Working like a 
trojan, he'd single-handedly built all the scaffolding for the booths and 
hung the hastily dyed banners. It was beginning to look like a real 
Renaissance fair despite the crude materials and improvisations. Since the 
children were studying the Renaissance, the fair's theme this year was a 
natural. 

"Thank you . . . you've been wonderful!" 

"Looks like we'll make it, Miss Fenton." One of the departing parents said. 

"Good night. See you day after tomorrow." 

"If that damned board doesn't appreciate this. . . there's going to be hell 
to pay." 

The sounds of cars starting and doors slamming and laughing and talking of 
leave taking came to Valerie as she leaned wearily against the porch 
supports. They had been wonderful. Most of the kids parents were interested 
in the school and had rallied marvelously when they realized the real danger 
the school was in. No town school had that kind of support. It was only 
another evidence of the uniqueness of Rio Sur. 

She was so tired she could hardly stand but there was the warm glow of 
satisfaction from the work that had been freely given when she asked for it. 
There was kindness and cooperation left in the world. After the humiliations 
and horror starting with Bobby and Jennifer, it was wonderful to feel some 
sense and stability. Her own transgression was dimming now and perhaps one 
day she could even forgive herself. 

"Come on . . . I'll help you close up, Valerie." Mike turned from the 
departing cars as their lights turned into the highway and leaped up on the 
porch to fling an arm around Valerie's tired shoulders. He bent his head to 
her blonde one as he swung her into the deserted school room. 

"You've been wonderful, Mike. I couldn't have made it without you. I'm so 
grateful." 

"Thought you would be . . . I . . . ah . . ." Mike pulled her roughly into 
his arms inside the door, his hand hitting the light switch smoothly, mouth 
poised just above Valerie's so that his words were almost printed against 
her lips. He felt her stiffen rigidly and the surprise of his sudden attack 
suck her breath inward sharply. She was going to play little miss nice girl. 
They all did that at first. This one was going to be real fun to wrestle to 
the begging position. The way she watched him when she thought he wasn't 
looking had told him a lot more about Valerie Fenton than her brisk manner 
since he'd been at Rio Sur. Poor girl was starving for a good fuck. Anybody 
could see that. 

Crane had made it clear he could just about do what he wanted. Mike had been 
surprised when Crane had called him in and offered to put him back on the 
payroll. That last superintendent had gotten pretty sticky when the parents 
of that Handley kid had complained about Mike's just feeling the kid up a 
little. The super had finally fired him and Mike had had to go back to 
driving a cab for a while . . . but the pay wasn't as good considering the 
hours and the access to available and easy pussy wasn't nearly as good. 
Crane never turned a hair though about his predecessors reasons for firing 
Mike that were clearly stated on his personnel records. Hired Mike on the 
spot and sent him to Rio Sur the next morning. Mike wasn't too sure what 
Crane was after but he sure wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. 

"Mike! Let me go!" 

"Take it easy, baby," Mike muttered, his arms tightening and his hands 
finding Valerie's wrists to wrench behind her while his mouth came down hard 
and hot against her soft, suddenly fearfully quivering lips. Jesus! The soft 
contours of the willowy curved girl in the tight jeans and open shirt were 
mashed deliciously onto Mike's eager hardness and he held her fiercely. 

Valerie twisted her wrists against the clenched vice of Mike's hand and 
tried to wrench her mouth away from the tongue that was probing inside her 
mouth in a small mock fucking fashion but his other hand held her head close 
to the skull by her long flaxen hair, forcing her mouth to accept his sudden 
brutal onslaught. No! It was too much! Just when she'd thought she'd 
misjudged him, he reverted to the lusting male animal behavior of Bobby and 
Bruce Landers and all the other men. They thought about only one thing and 
they also would resort to any devious means to achieve their objective. A 
low muffled moan escaped Valerie's fiercely held mouth as she struggled to 
get out of his grasp. There was no good in men, she thought wildly. Her 
mother and her aunts had been right. She had disbelieved them for so long 
but every year of her lonely existence only confirmed their experiences that 
they had tried to pass on to her. 

Despair descended on her as thick as the darkness that had fallen over them 
when Mike had snapped the light switch, for she felt the same betraying 
tingling along her nerves as that fateful afternoon with Bruce. It couldn't 
be . . . Oh God . . . not again. She couldn't allow her body to conquer her 
mind again! She had to resist! She had to . . ." 

She groaned, but it was not a groan of sex or passion; the sound escaped 
from the very depths of her tortured soul. It signaled defeat, but Mike 
McIlhenny heard and misinterpreted. He thought she had groaned in pleasure. 

"Take it easy, Baby . . . There's plenty of time," he croaked, as he shoved 
her back on a bench and began kissing her neck, his tongue laying her, 
moistly, now poking into her ear, the tip running around the edges, giving 
her the shivers. 

"You're a delectable piece," he hissed down at her on the bench, her thighs 
tightly clenched dreading his touch now and terrified of her own reactions. 

His hand roamed down across her flat belly, on down the outside of a thigh 
then back up the smooth, warm cloth covered flesh to the juncture of her 
trembling thighs, pulling the zipper of her jeans down to expose her to his 
lustful gaze, as his hand snaked inside the opening and down in her panties 
to her soft, silky pubic hair. He grinned and used a finger, smoothly, 
inserting it into the thinly quivering crease at the top of her now 
helplessly trembling vaginal slit, and moving in to find the tiny, enshrined 
button of her clitoris, rubbing at it teasingly to excite the vibrant 
sensations of wanton sexuality he knew resided down there in every woman 
regardless of how haughty she might appear to be. 

Valerie cringed, inwardly, with each touch, her mind wrestling desperately 
with principles and value judgments, trying to rationalize for herself the 
what and why of what she was doing. She found no additional answers. 

"Oh, please . . . Mike. Don't!" she moaned as she felt his strong hands 
force her thighs apart and his fingers pulling and tugging at the jeans and 
the thin band of nylon protectively covering her defensively cringing cuntal 
lips. 

He smiled evilly then, twisting his hand into the crotchband of her panties, 
he gave a heavy yank, tearing them away from her along with her paint 
stained jeans, the material ripping asunder, leaving her loins tremblingly 
naked and defenseless against the coolness of the schoolroom bench. 

"No! Oh, no!" she cried, clamping her legs tight together, a hand going, 
instinctively, down to cover her shame. 

"Open your legs . . . Bitch!" he grunted. "I don't want to get rough with 
you . . . But if I have to, I will!" 

"Leave me alone!" she flashed. "I-I just . . . can't . . .!" 

"You want your job, baby? Or do I tell old Crane how you tried to seduce me 
. . . and some of the kids?" 

"You . . . wouldn't . . . ? !" She was aghast, visions of herself . . . a 
public accusation! 

"Try me!" the sadistic athlete chuckled. "Now, do you get those legs open or 
not?" 

Defeat, disgust and fear mingled in her, and she relaxed the muscles of her 
thighs, allowing the tanned, curving columns to splay out slightly, 
revealing the thin pink slit, glistening hotly there in the moonlight, a 
golden ring of sparse, blonde hair lining the soft femaleness where the 
inner lips protruded, slightly, like a tiny, nether tongue peeping out. 

Then it began! 

She felt his finger moving on her . . . moving, as it traced the thin, pink 
furrow of her softly naked cunt, and she squirmed and shivered with 
abhorrence at the lewdness of his tracing finger; then, there was a moment 
of strange masochistic warmth, of a pruriently??? delicious agitation she 
could not explain, as he wormed the finger deeper and deeper up inside her 
warm, moistly tremulant??? vaginal passage. 

In her helplessness, something was happening to her, and Valerie could not 
explain it to herself. The spreading warmth in her belly, the tingling 
awareness and the heightened sensations seeming to center there where he 
fingered her signaling pleasure . . . forbidden pleasure! 

Oh, God! That feeling! His finger is driving me crazy! 

Valerie moaned in an agony of emotional conflict and an, as yet, 
unrecognized sensual desire, her nerve endings alive with the shimmering 
electric shock of it along the flesh of her thighs, her loins surgingly 
responding to him, but not wanting to respond . . . not wanting it to 
happen. 

Squirming her buttocks down into the hard school bench, she sought to escape 
the tantalizingly worming finger, her moan changing to a helpless mewling 
whimper as his fingers taunted the tight sensitive little cuntal mouth, 
gently thrusting into it several times, then parting the softly curling 
pubic hair to make a sudden electrifying contact with the tiny, pulsing head 
of her erect clitoris. She felt the moisture seeping from her in the 
unwanted and forbidden sexual excitation that had now filled her whole being 
and she clenched her teeth to hold back a rising groan of pleasure. She 
would not succumb to the salacious feelings building within her! 

No! Good Lord, no! It's wrong! So terribly wrong! I'm selling myself . . . 
God! Oh, Dear God! I don't know what to do! Help me! 

Then, suddenly, she did know! 

She couldn't let this virile male body do these things to her! What kind of 
addle-pated thinking had she been doing. Forcefully, she thrust her hands 
against his chest as she writhed and kicked, attempting to push him away 
from her. 

"No! Stop it! God damn you!" she snarled up at him. "Get off of me!" 

Her sudden change of mind and the force of her attack caught Mike by 
surprise, but he was not startled enough to release her, let her escape him. 
He caught both her wrists in his steely-fingered grasp; his weight on her 
pinning her to the bench beneath him. 

"You bitch!" he grated at her, forcing his hip and leg between her thighs, 
wedging them open, while his finger went on plundering the moist readiness 
of her gently clasping vagina. "You're going to get fucked, Baby . . . but 
nobody can ever say you were raped; because you'll be climbing the walls 
wanting it . . . begging me for it! So, relax . . . and cooperate!" he 
rasped down at her, his lewd smile twisted and cold on his face. 

"No! Never!" she shrilled. "I'll never beg . . . for that!" 

"We'll see!" 

Then, slowly, Valerie stopped struggling and she relaxed, the insane horror 
of her helpless, completely defenseless situation sinking into her frantic 
brain. God! She was trapped! She could only half lie there and allow this 
young, cold-hearted man to do his will with her . . . let his hands roam at 
will over her helpless body, taking any and all indecently lewd liberties 
with her that he pleased and then . . . when he was ready . . . he would 
take her sexually . . . violate her warm, young body and squirt his heated 
male sperm deep into her unwanting belly. Maybe even make her pregnant and 
if so-she would never know who had done it, he or the equally horrible Bruce 
Landers. There was nothing she could do now to stop him . . . and either way 
she was on the losing end. She was damned if she did and damned if she 
didn't. Now, the real irony was revealed to her. She was being used like she 
was nothing more than a whore! 

The tears of her humiliation flowed down her cheeks; the revulsion in her 
for her own bodily reactions catching in her throat, as she found that the 
tantalizingly cruel play of his fingers on her genitals brought 
uncontrollable responses in the aroused wetness of the now openly seeping 
female slit between her legs. 

His voice was low and tantalizing in her ear, his breath hot. against her, 
"Starting to feel good . . . isn't it . . . ?" he teased. 

Rolling her head aside, trying to twist her face away from him, the words 
caught in her throat; she couldn't speak, the sensual shock of his maddening 
fingers massaging her quivering clitoris causing her to work her writhing 
buttocks down hard to escape the frenzied, nerve-shocking sensations that 
coursed through her soft, vibrating pussy. 

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh!" she whimpered, involuntarily, as he continued his 
lewdly teasing fingering of her abused clitoris. 

Mike moved his powerful body up over her, freeing her wrists from his 
strong-fingered grasp and bringing his hand up to her head he grabbed a 
handful of her long blonde hair. He drew her head to him and kissed her 
wetly, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth as his finger began to massage 
her nakedly open cunt once more. 

"I'm going to make you naked all over now, baby," he grunted. "And you're 
going to cooperate!" 

She knew, dully, that she would; at this point, she could do nothing to keep 
him from using her helpless body as he willed. 

Valerie felt him raise her arms. She closed her eyes, not wanting to think 
about what she was doing, mindlessly helping him with the proper movements, 
wriggling her shoulders, raising and lowering as he removed her shirt and 
then she felt his hands behind her, once more, as he unfastened her bra, and 
the cool air rushed over her full, throbbing breasts, the hard, distended 
nipples pointing like spikes into the palms of his hands. He gasped as his 
fingers enclosed the warm, vibrant flesh, hotly, kneading, squeezing and 
rolling the sensitive nipples, painfully, between thumb and forefinger, 
until finally his hot, wet mouth was on her, taking one of the hardened 
buds, aureola as well, between his lips, his tongue licking, lips sucking 
the nipple, maddeningly. Transferring, then, to the other breast, he paid it 
similar homage, his long, wet tongue trailing, finally, down through the 
narrow cleft that separated them, and her stomach muscles tightened, 
tensely, as he slithered down her, his tongue dipping moistly, into her 
navel, teasing it while his hands kept up their constant kneading of her 
aching breasts. 

Now, she could feel his hands as they left her breasts, moving down along 
her ribs to her waist, sliding down over the smoothly rounded curves of her 
hips and the outside of her legs to her knees, then back up the insides of 
her smooth, warm thighs, spreading them, exposing her naked loins to him, 
completely, his breath rasping in his throat as his hand again plundered her 
tight, almost virginal cuntal lips. She kept her eyes closed tight as he 
raised from her where she sprawled naked on the bench and she could hear the 
whisper of cloth and zipper, and she knew that he was undressing himself. 

Oh, God! I can't look! 

"You'll have to face it, Baby . . . so you might as well open those gorgeous 
eyes of yours," he insisted. She recognized the truth in what he said. She 
did have to face up to it, now that she was so deeply involved. Slowly, 
reluctantly, she unclenched her tightly closed eyes. She gasped, aloud. 

She saw him naked, kneeling now between her legs, his face twisted into a 
distorted lewd grin. Involuntarily, her eyes swept down his muscular body 
with its strong flatness of belly to his thick, hardened penis standing out 
obscenely below. Her eyes widened, disbelieving what she saw. For a man of 
even his stature, his manhood stood out from him huge and thick, and while 
his salacious smile twisted his face, horribly, she saw his hand caressing 
the oversized rod of hardened flesh, stroking gently back and forth. The 
foreskin slipped easily over the blood-engorged head and with each stroke it 
jerked obscenely in his hand. 

"It's so big!" 

"Your boy friends got anything to match this . . . ?" he chortled. 

Valerie continued to stare at him in miserable humiliation, the degradation 
of the sight of her own naked, obscenely spread body filling her with shame, 
and again, she was aware of the helplessness, the utter aloneness with which 
she faced her moment of truth embodied in this lusting, blackmailing brute. 

For surely he was a madman! Her racing brain had concluded that he was 
actually enjoying his almost brutal debauchment of her, the cruel gleam in 
his cat eyes as she watched the misery he was subjecting her to, was the 
gleam of a mentally deranged mind . . . the mind of a sadist! 

Even as she stared, and because of her helplessness, faint tinglings of 
unwanted desire surged into her loins, the summer lightnings played there, 
discharging feelings of wanton depravity along the sensitive nerve endings; 
nevertheless a new sense of horror arose in her as she watched him on his 
knees before her lewdly stroking himself. Her eyes fixed upon the 
lust-filled cock he held in his hand with utter disbelief and loathing. Its 
sheer size terrorized her. Oh God! It would split her in two! How could she 
ever take that . . . inside her? 

Mike saw her fixed stare. "Like it?" he leered. "Just wait until you get 
this in that tight little cunt!" he continued, tormenting her and watching 
the expression of horror and fear that contorted her beautiful face. "You'll 
know you've really been fucked, then!" 



Again tears welled up in her eyes, overflowing the brims and dribbling, 
unnoticed, down her cheeks, as she realized that this beast of a man would 
show her no mercy. She hardly noticed his filthy language, anymore; her mind 
was too busy with the hopelessness of her position and the horrifying 
realization of knowing there was no escape from the ravishment he was going 
to inflict on her helpless young body. This sex-crazed satyr was going to 
completely ravish her defenseless genitals! There was nowhere to turn . . . 
she had never felt so alone. She was completely at his mercy. 

Leaning forward, suddenly, he dropped the full weight of his body upon her, 
knocking the breath from her lungs, momentarily, the long, hard thickness of 
his penis pulsating against the soft flesh of her belly, his brazenly 
searching hands once more squeezing the smoothly mounded fullness of her 
breasts, savagely, causing her to whimper in pain beneath him while his 
mouth sought hers, avidly, his tongue stabbing deep into her throat, as 
animal noises of his lust came from deep in his chest. 

After long moments, he raised his head. "God! You're luscious! But . . . 
you're not reacting! Before I'm through with you . . . you'll be flipping!" 
he bragged. 

Too late, she realized his meaning, as he slithered down her body, sliding 
down until his head was just inches above the juncture of her thighs. The 
thought of what he was about to do to her caused Valerie to recoil in 
repugnance. 

"Please . . . I . . . I've never . . ." she pleaded, but he had already 
placed the palms of his hands against the soft flesh of her inner thighs and 
was spreading them far, far apart; her efforts to keep him from opening them 
were futile. She whined in her throat as she looked down between the twin 
mounds of her breasts to the golden triangle where she could see the top of 
his reddish head, his face distorted in passion as it poised in space over 
her softly palpitating cunt. 

"Oh, My God, no!" she moaned, a swift feeling of guilt stabbing at her. 

There, between her legs, kneeling, his hands pressing apart the soft, warm 
columns of her smooth, tanned thighs, Mike McIlhenny gazed down, hungrily, 
at the thin, pink furrow of her womanhood, ringed with soft, golden hair. 
The fleshy little outer petals peeked out like two tiny tongues, viscous 
droplets of clear moisture clinging to them, delicately. As she lay there in 
terror beneath him, her eyes were pleading with him not to debase her 
further; her humiliation complete as she watched, petrified as his hands 
moved up, and she felt him place his thumbs against the fearfully trembling 
lips of her cunt, part the softly curling strands of pubic hair and draw 
them slowly apart, exposing her innermost, cunt walls to his salaciously 
aroused gaze. 

Valerie felt the heat of his breath on the sensitive coral flesh, and she 
moaned aloud in agonized shame, as still watching, and unable to tear her 
eyes away, she saw him drop his head to her loins and felt the moist length 
of his tongue slide snakelike up into her defenseless quivering vagina. 

Tremulously, her body responded, instinctively, twitching with convulsive 
determination to escape the unnatural outrage he was perpetrating against 
her defenseless pussy; her hips ground down and back as a morass of 
revulsion welled up in her for the creature who was using his tongue on her 
while he went on and on, his oral member moving in and out of her, 
furiously. 

He's a-a perverted man, man! . . . Beast! . . . Monster! 

"OOOoooooh . . . My God! Ooooooh . . . No! NOOOOooooo!" 

She groaned. How debased . . . how humiliated and tortured she was. It isn't 
possible! This couldn't be happening to her! The thoughts tumbled around and 
around, spinning through her mind, but it was there . . . she couldn't deny 
the reality of it! Her teaching assistant, Mike McIlhenny's tongue was there 
racing up into her unreceptive, yet rapidly stimulating cunt. 

"Oh, God, Mike, Stop! Please . . . stop?" she begged in her shame as 
unwanted sensations of forbidden pleasure began to course through her whole 
body from his depraved, animal-like stimulation of her moist, quaking 
vaginal furrow. She fought desperately to keep her mind from acknowledging 
the wild, sensual twinges of sexual insanity racing maddeningly through her, 
stabbing at her loins with explosive power and subverting her body to this 
man's lewd, salacious will. She knew now that she was betrayed. In spite of 
her revulsion, her own body had turned against her! 

Then, she saw his eyes, staring up at her over the golden-haired triangle of 
her loins, watching her, sadistically while his mouth and tongue labored at 
the widespread slit between her legs with wet, obscene sucking sounds and 
she knew, somehow, that he was waiting for her final unconditional 
surrender. 

I can't! I won't give in to him! OOOOooooh! What's happening to me . . .? I 
can't think straight! Those feelings down there between my legs . . . 
they're driving me crazy! 

Mike's cat eyes remained fixed on her lovely, contorted face, his tongue 
still thrusting, unceasingly, into her wild, searingly hot vagina. Tears 
came, once more, to her eyes, and he watched with ruthless satisfaction as 
she fought her losing battle with him . . . with herself. 

Fight it, Baby! Fight! Fight it, hard . . . because when you give up 
fighting . . . anything goes . . . because you'll be all mine . . . mine to 
do with as I damn well please! 

Suddenly, his lips probed until he found the erect, pulsing shaft of her 
miniature phallus-like clitoris. He heard her whimper of agonized pleasure 
as he took the tiny, trembling bud between his teeth, and holding it firmly 
ran his tongue around and around it, finally coming to the sensitive button 
where he laved and massaged it with the wetly flicking tip; presently, he 
felt the involuntary jerk of her loins as they began to grind up at him in 
uncontrollable rhythmic counterpoint to his abusive tongue. Now, her head 
began to flail from side to side, the sensations so intense that she could 
but agonize and he heard new mewls and whimpers of pleasure from her coming 
from deep in her chest; he reached under and drew her legs up, sliding his 
arms under them so that her legs draped over his shoulders and his hands 
went beneath her quivering, half-moon buttocks to pull them up, cruelly, to 
him. 

Her cries of involuntary pleasure filled the schoolroom as he shoved his 
agile tongue deep into the searingly moist depths of her wildly clasping 
cunt. Suddenly, her hands reached out to him, as she lost the desperate 
battle with herself, and her fingers entangled themselves in the red thatch 
of his head and pulled his face tight into her steaming crotch. 

She was his! She belonged to him, now! He was the absolute master, and she 
was his to destroy. to fuck . . . to do with as he chose. She was lost 
beyond all recall. 

God! It was worth it! She's a luscious piece! I could fuck her all night! 

In spite of her resolve, Valerie's body had finally betrayed her and was now 
in complete command. She could only obey the lewdly demanding sensations of 
her slowly grinding loins. Her buttocks jerked and spasmed, moving in tiny, 
hesitant circles upward to the plunging tongue as she pulled steadily on his 
hair, and lightning bolts struck at her love-starved loins when she felt his 
tongue flick from her vagina downward toward the hidden, tiny nether ring of 
her anus. She wanted to scream, but it was subverted into a moan of sensual 
pleasure as his hot, wet tongue flicked at the tiny sensitive opening. It 
was only a momentary digression from his goal; in the next few moments his 
tongue was back at work in the "V" of her loins. She cried out deeply from 
the unplumbed depths of her soul for the fulfillment that had been denied 
her so long. Her decision had been made. She could no longer resist; it was 
useless to do so. 

"Mike! Love me! Love me, Now!" she moaned. 

The sadistically sex-crazed playground supervisor could not contain his 
savage elation. She was broken to his will, beginning to ask for it . . . 
not the way he wanted her to, but she was asking him, nevertheless. In a few 
moments he was going to shove his big aching cock in her tight little cunt
 and fuck her until she couldn't walk! God! His load was building in his 
balls . . . and he could hardly wait to shoot his hot sperm into that tight, 
unstretched little pussy. 

He jerked his head free of her insistent hands in his hair, raised his head 
and looked at her with that crazy twisted smile. 

"You're hot enough to tuck now, Baby!" he rasped. 

Valerie felt as though she couldn't move . . . as though she didn't want to 
move; all there was in the world was this! Her eyes locked on his long, 
thick cock and she knew she had to have it grinding around inside her or she 
would go completely insane. 

Dear God! Don't let me do it! I must be going crazy . . . I feel like I 
actually want him to . . . k-keep on going . . . put that huge, hard thing 
of his up in me . . . and . . . and . . .! No! It's not possible! I can't! 
It's wrong! . . .But, Dear Lord . . . I can't stand this torture . . . much 
longer! 

Mike pushed her down on their pile of clothing on the wooden floor. "O.K., 
Baby, take my cock and put it in that hot little cunt of yours!" he ordered. 

"No, God! No! I can't! Don't make me do that!" 

Yet, against her will, her hand slid between them, reaching for his 
monstrous red-cowled rod of hardened maleness, her hand pausing only an inch 
from it; she could not bring herself to this final degradation. 

"Do as I say . . . you bitch!" he snarled. "Put it in for me . . . now!" 

"OOoooh, God!" 

Reaching the final inch, her hand encircled his thick, lust-inflated cock, 
feeling for the first time the truly enormous size of him, using the smooth 
bulbous head to part the golden, hair-lined lips of her moistly ready cunt, 
her brain shocked, reeling with both fear and anticipation. 

He flicked his hips slightly and the head forced its way into the tight 
elastic opening, stretching it, cruelly, and Valerie was sure that the great 
breadth of it would tear her asunder as the softly resilient flesh was 
stretched more and more with the almost unbearable pressure he exerted. 

The pain was more than she could stand. She screamed. 

"OOOooooh, God! You're ripping me . . .! I can't stand it! . . . Please, Oh 
please, don't . . .?" Her pain tortured eyes pleaded with him for mercy, but 
through her tears she saw the evil, sadistic leer twisting his face that 
told her there would be no mercy. His pleasure was evident as he grimaced, 
the cruel light in his eyes telling her that for him it was sheer delight to 
see her suffer, while he, brutally, continued his inexorable impalement of 
her buffeted young cunt. 

Inch by inch, his massive cock bored into her painfully resisting vaginal 
sheath until suddenly, he grunted and thrust with all his strength sending 
the rock-hard shaft plunging up into her tightly resisting passage with the 
force of a primeval boar. 

She screamed with the excruciating pain of it. 

"AAAAAaaaaggggh! You'll kill me . . . with that!" 

The thick, lust-inflated prick raced full-length into the coral softness of 
her vaginal passage pushing the warm walls of futilely resisting flesh 
before it until she felt his heavy sperm-laden balls smack heavily against 
the smooth, white cheeks of her naked upturned buttocks. 

He lay still, for a moment, atop her, breathing hard, the air raspy in his 
throat; then, he grunted and expanded his cock buried deep in her, flexing 
it, muscularly, inside the tightness of her soft, fleshy sheath, moving it 
into her cunt another fraction of an inch deeper. 

Valerie groaned. He continued, repeating the expanding action with the 
thickness of his cock several times, each time eliciting tearful groans of 
agony and shame from deep in her throat. Surprisingly, then, slowly, the 
painfully stretched passage began to adjust, to accommodate the great length 
and breadth of the throbbing cock deep up inside her moistened cunt walls. 
Her grunts of pain became fewer as he began a slow grinding motion of his 
pelvis, insinuating his genitals even more tightly up between her open 
thighs, expanding and stretching the soft resilient walls of her cunt until 
her whimpers of pain became mewls of forbidden pleasure that she could no 
longer control. She was on fire. Unbidden, her loins began to move under 
him, counterpointing and answering his lewd revolving, grinding motions. 

She was ready to beg, he grinned triumphantly to himself. Levering himself 
up on his arms, above her, he withdrew his massive prick from her until only 
the head of it remained clasped between the fleshy wide-split folds of her 
sparsely hair-lined young cunt. 

"Now, Baby! Beg for it! Beg me to fuck you!" 

"No! Please noooo! Haven't you done enough to me . . . already! Do you . . . 
have to . . . keep on . . . humiliating me?" she whimpered, legs wideheld 
beneath him. 

"Beg! God damn it! Beg! You know the words!" he roared, expanding the 
blood-engorged head, once more, just inside, against the sensitive walls of 
her vagina. 

Valerie mewled in ecstasy. She couldn't help it. Every fiber of her being 
rejected it, but suddenly she was saying it . . . spewing out like a gutter 
whore those awful words she thought she would never say. 

"Ooh, Yes, God! I . . . I want it! F-Fuck me! YYes! Please . . . fuck me?" 
she begged, rasping the words out between tightly clenched jaws, realizing 
that now nothing was left to her. There was no pride . . . no morals; all 
there was in the world was sensation . . . the feel of his hugely pulsating 
cock buried deep in her sensate cunt. 

"Where do you want me to fuck you?" he teased with a mocking grin. 

"In my c-cunt!" It was easier now and she groaned out the lewd words out 
with desperate conviction. 

"With what? God damn it! With what?" 

"Oh God, with your cock . . . with your big hard cock!" she moaned piteously 
beneath him. 

Mike rocked above her thrusting in and out of her with short, smooth 
strokes, her body reacting of its own volition, her fight against the lewd, 
sensual sensation in her loins already lost on the field of dishonor and 
ravishment. She had no further will to struggle; she only wanted to 
surrender, unconditionally, to the wanton desires of her flesh, and the 
thought of her surrender brought further excitement to her, the summer heat 
lightning jumping from nerve to nerve and grounding in the close, wet 
tightness where Mike's cock had begun to thrust longer and faster into the 
love-starved pussy that had, for so long, been a barrier to her sexual 
fulfillment. 

Valerie felt her whole body responding to the increased speed and depth of 
his stroking into her. She squirmed and writhed beneath him, as he dropped 
his lust-distorted mouth to hers and she thrust her tongue deep into his 
throat to be sucked. She moaned, incessantly, up into his face, her 
passion-fired mind willing, now, to accept anything. She began to grind her 
naked loins up to him in tempo with his heavily driving cock, her lovely 
Grace Kelly face contorted with desire, her eyes glazed, nostrils flaring 
and her breath coming in a jerky panting rhythm of the age-old dance of 
animal coupling. 

Never in her life had Valerie believed that such rapture existed. Never had 
she expected that from the licking and sucking of her cunt to this moment. 
with his cock moving deep in her belly, filling her completely, that she 
would want anything so much. It was marvelous . . . magnificent! 

Now, she found as she moved with him, sliding her cunt hesitantly at first 
up and down his thick shaft, that the intensity of her sensations became 
more delicious and unbearable. She had almost forgotten that lying beneath a 
man, his cock in her cunt, being fucked against her will . . . being raped, 
as it were . . . could possibly be so pleasurable; likewise, she didn't 
remember that she would want to give pleasure in return. That's what she 
wanted. She was being given this wonderful thing . . . against her will, but 
now . . . now she wanted to give of herself in return. 

Oh, God! It's wonderful! Don't ever let it stop! I want this marvelous cock 
fucking me in my cunt . . . forever! 

He reached down with a hand, moving it over her now hungrily gyrating 
buttocks to the defenseless, puckered nether ring of her anus. Momentarily 
soaking a finger in the viscous moisture that seeped from the well-filled 
coral passage above he circled the tiny hole before placing the tip of it 
against the rubbery softness of her back passage. He felt her sharp intake 
of breath, the shock of it in her body as he pushed slightly against the 
elastic tightness of the warm, puckered opening. 

"Now, you're going to get it, Baby' I'm going to shove my finger up your ass 
. . . as far as I can shove it!" he gloated. 

This was it! His words were a further excitant to her already inflamed 
passion, and wantonly, insanely she wanted it . . . she wanted to be hurt . 
. . to hurt until she screamed. 

"Yes, Oh, yesss! I want it! I want your finger in my asshole . . . Oh God, I 
want you in me everywhere!" she strangled, delirious rapture overcoming her 
violently writhing nakedness. 

He pushed hard! His finger surged into her all the way to the palm of his 
hands. She screamed as the finger wormed in past the tiny resisting elastic 
muscle, deep up into the rubbery sponginess of her warm unused rectum. Never 
had she felt the agony of such pleasure-pain in her whole life, even as 
unbelievable sweet rapture filled her loins, she adjusted to the painful 
presence in her anus and tried to skewer herself back on to the sadistically 
torturing middle finger, at the same time, she strained her vaginal muscles 
to suck his monstrously huge cock completely up into her hotly slaving cunt. 

Now, he thrust into her with increased speed, feeling the bulge in the 
separating tissues between her pussy and rectum while she writhed wildly, 
uncontrollably beneath him, grinding up and down his cock with mounting 
fury, her legs jerking, toes curling, buttocks moving her finger-filled anal 
passage against his finger in abject subjugation to the double ravishment of 
her loins. Then, grunting heavily, he began to pound into her, yanking his 
fingers from her anus with a slight hissing pop, using both hands to press 
her knees back against her breasts, mashing them, exposing the whole of her 
naked and defenseless crotch to his merciless attack. 

Her lovely face contorted with passion. She felt it coming to her, and she 
began to chant up into his face. 

"Oh, oh, ooooohh! Fuck me, hard! Harder!" 

He slaved away, thrusting and plunging, wildly, his jackhammer strokes into 
her becoming ever more and more forceful. 

Damn! I've never known a woman . . . who could take my whole cock in her 
like this! Christ! She's a tiger! 

And then, it was there for her! 

She tossed her head, wildly, her body convulsing in wave after wave of 
muscular contraction that brought her to the heights where brilliant, 
multicolored stars, planets and shooting comets cavorted; there she was one 
with the stars, her spirit soaring free for ages, the moment of time 
expanded for her; then she stopped and fell through limitless space. 

As in a dream she heard herself when she had been transported, rocketing 
into sensual space, her voice unreal in her ears. 

"AAAAAaaaaaghh! I'm almost there! I'm cumming . . . I'm cumming! Now! 
Ooooooh! Now!! NOOOOOOooow! Oh, Dear God! It's . . . it's 
heeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrre." 

Mike, pounding into her from above felt the great tremors in her body and 
knew that she was in orgasm, even as his own began deep up inside him, 
behind his great cock, in his balls, hosing through him in great spurts from 
the lust-inflated head of his wildly jerking penis, the hot, white, viscous 
semen jetting far up into the dark, moist confines of her hungrily clasping 
cunt. 

"God! Oh, God! Valerie, Baby! I'm there . . . right with you! Damn! It's 
pumping me dry! Oh, God . . . what a gorgeous cunt!" he groaned and 
collapsed on top of her, his penis still jerking deep up inside her sperm 
flooded belly. 

They lay for long minutes. Time receded for Valerie into the shrouding mists 
of sensuality as she lay under the big red haired young man, her brain 
mercifully suspended and shut off. The incredible peace and fulfillment 
permeated every cell of her flesh and she was content to only feel, to be, 
without reason, logic, morals, values or convictions, unidentified, amoebic, 
merely an animal responding instinctively in the long chain of evolution. 

Chapter Five 





Taylor Crane put the phone back in its cradle gently. His hand was shaking 
from the effort to restrain himself from slamming it down in Mrs. Potter's 
ear. The rumors were all over town now, each one more exaggerated than the 
last. That damn Valerie Fenton had gotten the whole town in an uproar over 
Rio Sur. Even the paper had come out with a pointed article . . . clearly, 
the bitch had everyone on her side. She'd gotten to a lot of parents 
already. 

That McIlhenny guy must be dense as hell. Taylor got up wearily, popped a 
couple of aspirin in his mouth from the bottle in his desk and gathered his 
briefcase. Surely that smart ass McIlhenny had read his meaning. Should have 
gotten to that Fenton bitch by now. But, maybe not. Maybe you had to spell 
it out for him. Taylor hadn't thought it would be necessary after looking 
over his personnel folder. Christ! The stud couldn't keep his hands off 
teachers or girl students. The folder was studded with complaints which is 
why Crane thought he was probably the perfect choice to soften Valerie 
Fenton up. Hell! You want anything done these days you had to do it 
yourself. 

Driving up the winding road high above the Pacific, Taylor Crane 
acknowledged to himself that it wasn't just the necessity of getting Valerie 
Fenton into a teaching slot in one of the town schools that prompted his 
decision to see her tonight. While trying to plot strategy in his head, the 
thought of that. luscious Scandinavian goddess was fusing his cock into a 
painfully imprisoned cannon in his pants. 









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Valerie finally got out of the shower, her body tingling from the needle 
sharp spray of hot water. She couldn't seem to take enough baths these days. 
Blotting her tanned nakedness with a huge fluffy towel, she thought about 
the guilt that she tried by multiple bathing to wash away. At least the 
psychologists would see it that way. First Bruce Landers and then Mike 
McIlhenny. Something had snapped inside her. It was as though all her 
careful New England upbringing had held the dam of her own awareness all 
these years; once that dam was broken, the flood of her repressed sexuality 
had come pouring out in a torrent. How else could she explain to herself her 
outrageous behavior with two different men in the space of a few days. It 
was horrifying simply because it was such a complete reversal of her whole 
self. 

Dropping the towel she looked at her mirrored flesh with loathing and 
suspicion. The high full breasts, patched with white skin over the very ends 
where her bikini had stopped the sun. Another strip of white flesh showed 
just above her golden pubic hair where the tiny bikini pants had shielded 
her. The rest of her long curving body was golden tanned, sleek and 
voluptuous. Even the sight of her own body could arouse her now. 
Tentatively, she reached out a hand to weigh her own ripe heavy breast and 
felt an answering twinge in her golden haired pussy. Oh God! It was wrong, 
terribly, hideously wrong! With a little cry of humiliation, Valerie whirled 
and threw on a thick terrycloth robe to cover her own arousing nakedness. 

The door chime echoed through the little cottage in a querulous two toned 
scale. Valerie jerked the pins from her top-knotted hair and pulled her robe 
high around her throat. She padded quickly across the carpet and opened the 
door a cautious crack. 

"Yes?" 

Taylor Crane looked down his nose at her imperiously and stepped in without 
a word. "Oh Dr. Crane . . . I . . . excuse me . . I wasn't expecting 
anyone.. ." 

"Obviously." His eyes swept over her from bare feet to flowing blonde hair 
that hung in long pale strands down her back. The thick bulky terrycloth 
robe had the odd effect of making her look fragile despite her magnificent 
height and proportions. 

"I . . . ah . . . do come in." Valerie felt her heart almost beating out of 
her breast. What on earth was the superintendent doing here at night? The 
memory of her ridiculous emotional outburst in his office flushed her 
cheeks. 

"I'll just get some clothes on," she murmured in confusion. "Perhaps some 
coffee? I'll make some." 

"Don't bother. This won't take long. Sorry to have disturbed you at home but 
I think it's time we had a . . . serious talk." The tall man sat in the 
middle of Valerie's couch as though he were occupying a throne. He watched 
her like a beast of prey who had spotted his quarry and could afford to wait 
and play with it a bit. Her robe, thick as it was, could not hide the 
beautiful young curves underneath it. Valerie was perched precariously on 
the edge of a chair, poised as if for flight, one long slender golden thigh 
revealed where the robe parted. The long blonde hair curled in damp tendrils 
around her beautiful concerned face. 

"I told you before that perhaps we should see each other in more social 
circumstances. Glad you were home tonight." Valerie nodded dumbly, too 
afraid to speak, for Crane's eyes were pouring over her again in a more than 
familiar way. She felt an isolated muscle quiver in her belly and her throat 
was dry. 

"Would you happen to have a drink in the house?" 

"Oh . . . yes . . . forgive me for not suggesting it. Is gin all right?" 

"Fine." 

When they were back in the living room with martinis on the rocks, Valerie 
curled up at one end of the couch, clutching her glass as though it were a 
life raft. Taylor Crane looked very different to her. A sport shirt open at 
the neck and casual slacks revealed the lines of his tall powerful body. He 
looked younger but not less formidable. She waited for him to begin the 
conversation, wondering why she was both afraid of him and attracted to him. 
He was trying to ruin her career so how could she possibly be attracted to 
him? Perhaps the very strangeness of the man, his remoteness, his coldness . 
. . and then there were those abrupt shifts to frankly sexual stares. 

She watched him take a long pull at his drink as he glanced at her 
bookshelves. The gin felt like a warm helping hand in her stomach, the glow 
spreading through her in little fingers of heat. 

"Valerie," Crane said, sitting down beside her abruptly on the couch. "I 
know how you feel about Rio Sur but I'm prepared to offer you something very 
attractive to take its place." His voice was ominously silky. 

"It's a good school, Mr. Crane, in spite of what you think." 

"Taylor, please. We're talking as friends now, Valerie." His hand came out 
casually and caught a strand of fine blonde hair. He toyed with it. 

"You look more womanly with your hair down." 

Valerie looked at the carpet, not daring to meet his eyes. "You . . . you 
were saying you had something to offer me." Under the thick robe she was 
suddenly very conscious of her nakedness, When she should have been worrying 
about protecting the school and trying to persuade him to her point of view, 
she was beginning to feel her own newly freed awareness. It was crazy. How 
could she hold onto her own sanity if this continued! Bruce had unleashed 
something in her, she realized, that must have been straining for a long 
time to come out. Was she really like this underneath . . . ? Was this the 
true Valerie Fenton coming out . . . a sensual minded slut? Oh God! Valerie 
took another long drink hoping the alcohol would somehow give her back the 
courage of her convictions. 

"Yes . . . I'm prepared to offer you a lot of things." His hand strayed down 
to her knee. "Among them . . . a rather plum job at the Castagna school. The 
best teaching job in the district . . . you could write your own ticket 
there, you know. Small classes, ungraded. teacher aides . . ." His voice 
died to a whisper as his hand traced the length of her terry cloth covered 
thigh and his eyes were inches from hers, boring into her very soul. 

Valerie could no longer avoid his eyes, steel gray, they shot into her, into 
the soft vulnerable places inside her. She could feel the insinuating hand 
on her thigh and a warming tingle ran through her nerves. MOVE! her brain 
ordered. Get up and walk away from this maniac! 

"I think you have to give yourself a chance, Valerie. I could do a lot for 
you if you'd let me, you know," Taylor purred in a husky whisper into her 
ear. "You're a very beautiful woman . . . but lonely and alone." 

Valerie heard his words from a distance, the sounds not translating 
immediately for his lips were at her ear and his hot breath shot in tiny 
gusts into the sensitive orifice. The soft sibilant sounds sent relaying 
shivers through her whole body. She knew dimly that in a matter of seconds 
he'd have her in the same position she'd been subjected to with Bruce and 
Mike but her muscles refused to move her away from the exaltations that 
flashed sensually over the surface of her skin. She found herself 
breathlessly waiting for his next move when he'd come closer yet. 

Suddenly the mouth at her ear was sliding around her cheek and capturing her 
mouth in a long fiercely deep kiss. She could feel the hardness of his lips 
and the smooth white teeth behind them grinding into her soft mouth. That 
long striking tongue shot out into the warmth and wetness of her mouth and 
probed deep into her, forcing her head back against the couch. Not enough 
breath came through her straining nostrils and Valerie felt helplessly 
drowning in the wave of passion that swept through her like a raging tide. 

"N0000 . . . N00000 . . .!!!" Something clicked and her brain began to 
function again when Taylor Crane's big hand snaked inside her robe and 
caught one fully ripened breast in a cruel squeeze, the brutal fingers 
digging into the resilient flesh while his tongue fucked relentlessly into 
her mouth. She must have been mad, completely mad to have let herself get 
into this position with a man who was her sworn enemy! Almost from that 
first moment he'd been her enemy. He wanted to take away her school, her 
children, her freedom, her hopes for a school of her own . . . and she was 
letting him maul her like a common whore! 

Suddenly galvanized into action Valerie leaped from the couch and Taylor 
Crane's arms. She was shaking with rage and fury, a red sheet of flaming 
anger in front of her eyes. The anger was outwardly directed at the 
superintendent but its source came from her own recognition of the stupidity 
and humiliation she had exhibited before this man who wanted to take her 
school away and break her. 

"Get out . . . get out of here," she screamed. Sudden tears came welling up 
to choke her and sobs arose from deep inside to shake her in a frenzy of 
rage. 

"I don't want your job . . . your stupid town job . . . I wouldn't have it . 
. . only the kids suffer . . . education is a business to you . . . and all 
those other Doctors of Education . . . you don't care what happens to the 
kids . . . you don't care! . . . you only care about building up your own 
little empire! . . . well, I won't be a part of it . . . I won't. I'm going 
to fight . . . I am . . . I ammmmmm!" Valerie sobbed incoherently, backing 
away from. the tall rising figure that moved threateningly toward her. 

Taylor moved toward her deliberately, watching the wide staring eyes that 
poured tears, the ragged breath sputtering out her mouth, the magnificently 
formed breasts rising and falling, the shaking hands. Yes, she was a filly 
worth taming, a bitch who didn't know her own need. He'd have her wanting 
it. Look at her now, one kiss and she was mewling and crying. 

With one swift movement he caught a handful of long blonde hair and yanked 
her head back while he ripped the robe from her nakedness. "When I get 
through with you, bitch, no one in the state will hire you for anything! But 
first, I'm going to have the fun of breaking you in! You're going to beg for 
it . . . like you've never begged for anything in your life before!" 

"Nooo . . . Oh God . . . please . . . just leave. You don't want me . . . 
pleaseeeee . . . !" 

Another hard yank on her hair sent Valerie to her knees before this tall 
cold man who was going to use her so unmercifully. In horror she looked up 
from her position on the floor arid saw his flashing eyes grow hard and cold 
as ice. 

"You're quite right, my dear. You have upset my applecart. You've made 
several wrong moves 

and I intend to have my revenge before I throw you out of the system 
entirely. But first, I'm going to fuck you like you should have been fucked 
about ten years ago. I'm going to fuck you and you're going to love it . . . 
you're going to love it so much you're going to grovel . . ." the words came 
from between Crane's grimly clenched teeth and each word was punctuated by a 
cruel pull on her long blonde hair that fell around her gilded body like a 
shroud except where his hand was tangled in its rich depths next to her 
skull. 

"Nooooo . . . please . . . don't . . . Oh God . . ." The words bubbled from 
the depths of Valerie's heaving chest, the breath coming in jerking fits and 
starts, the tears streaming on and on down her beautiful face. 

"Undo my belt . . . zip my pants down . . ." 

Valerie looked up at him stupidly, still weeping and moaning incoherently. 
One hand went out feebly but she wasn't soon enough for him. A stinging slap 
across her cheek sent her reeling, but only the short few inches before his 
hand jerked her by the hair back to her kneeling position in front of his 
loins. 

"Take out my cock, bitch!" he screamed. 

Squeamishly she reached out again, afraid he might really do something 
terrible to her if she didn't obey him instantly. Her shaking hands found 
the tongue of his belt and released it. Fumbling and shaking and sobbing she 
somehow found the zipper and pulled it down to reveal a monstrous bulge 
mounding the front of the school superintendent's white jockey shorts. 
Valerie's cheek still stung where he'd struck her and she flinched when his 
other hand came out to bury itself in her hair. His pants slid slowly down 
long powerful hairy legs. 

Toeing his shoes off quickly, Crane kicked the whole bundle, shoes and pants 
away from him, his eyes never leaving the tear stained subservient face 
kneeling in front of him, his hands still tightly twisted in the silky 
lengths of soft hair. 

"Skin my shorts down," he commanded. He watched as she reached for his hips, 
the long golden arms pulling the heavy breasts even more upright and upward 
thrusting. Oooh God, the sensations of those slender young fingers pulling 
the shorts down his hips! His cock was jumping like a maddened beast and he 
could feel his balls growing hard and demanding. Christ! She was as luscious 
a little bitch as he'd ever encountered! 

Valerie gasped as she stretched the knit jockey shorts downward and released 
the gargantuan length and thickness of Crane's hugely distended prick that 
bounded out of the cloth jail like an angry charging monster. Oh God! She 
could never hope to contain such an instrument of torture! It was inhuman! 
She could see the purple veined mammoth organ poling out just above her 
face, so strutted with blood that it looked as though it might burst the 
very smooth satiny skin that encased it. Oh dear God! How did she ever get 
herself in such a completely hopeless position . . . such a terrible 
horrifying situation! 

Despite her terror she was also fascinated by the giant cock that loomed 
over her like a blunt ended club that would surely destroy her . . . split 
her asunder and leave her bleeding to death. It jerked and cleaved the air 
as though it had a life of its own, as though blindly seeking the hollow of 
her body with its one cyclops eye that drooled a drop of clear liquid lust 
just above her eyes. 

Taylor looked down at the young teacher, Valerie Fenton, humbled and 
terrified kneeling at his feet like a slave, divesting him of his shorts and 
he gloated at her look of sheer horror when his cock sprang out before her 
like a thick knife. She trembled uncontrollably, her magnificently rounded 
breasts quivering, the breath rasping out of her lungs. Her soft mouth 
quaked and swallowed, the lips trembling and the tongue snaking out to lick 
their fearful dryness. The little pink lingual member was wet and pointed, 
coming out of her mouth like a lizard's tiny probe. He kicked the shorts off 
his feet decisively and jerked his shirt off like a mad man. Grabbing her 
beautiful young face again by the jaws, Crane looked down at her in triumph. 

"Now, bitch . . . kiss my cock . . . gently . . . like you like it . . .!" 

Valerie's eyes snapped open to terrified saucers, the entire whites showing 
in circles of surprised horror. He was a maniac, a naked powerful maniac, 
huge and tall and demanding this perverted act as though she were nothing 
more than a paid slut! "Open your mouth, bitch! Kiss my cock . . . lick it . 
. . or so help me, I'll ram it down your throat!" 

Obediently, in abject fear, Valerie opened her lips tentatively. Her eyes 
fell from his stern and furious face down the length of Taylor's hard 
muscular body to the tightly curled light brown patch of pubic hair where 
his cock thrust out in obscene immensity. The great length hung above her 
like a sword, a huge lance of solid rigid flesh, darkened at the head and 
pulsing in anticipation. Oh God . . . in her mouth . . . he said to kiss it 
and lick it . . . as though she were liking it! 

Impatiently, Crane jerked her head forward, his fingers twisting brutally in 
her long cascade of blonde hair, until her soft petaled lips touched the 
aching eager head of his huge penis. The first contact of Valerie's smooth 
sensuous lips sent an electric charge sparking through the whole length of 
his burning cock and he groaned ecstatically. The naked Lady Godiva kneeling 
before him like a servant, a subject over which he had complete dominion, 
recoiled slightly with that first touch and then came forward again more 
willingly when his hands tightened. 

His head lowered, so that he could watch the lust-contorted features of her 
beautiful face, poised there before his loins, and his brain reeled with the 
mental image of his thick, pulsating cock burrowing in and out of her 
hungrily ovaled young lips; he was excited beyond all recall now, he had to 
have her suck him off! He could feel the semen beginning to boil in his 
testicles, and he knew it wouldn't be long before it would come spewing out 
of his shaft like a flow of hot molten lava. 

"Hurry, hurry!" he commanded. "Suck it, baby, suck it!" 

Suddenly, as if in abeyance, Valerie plunged her head forward. Crane felt 
the incredible, hot moist softness of her lips close over the sensitive head 
of his cock, felt her firebrand tongue lick obediently in tiny little 
circles of liquid heat, around and around it, flicking into the thinly 
pulsing opening, drinking up the lubricating fluid oozing there. His hands 
in her hair tightened and he thrust his loins forward, driving the length of 
his massive prick deep into the soft, warm folds of her mouth, feeling it 
slam against the back of her throat! 

"Uuuuuuummmmmmmmmmm!" Valerie choked around the superintendent's hardened 
rod of flesh. 

"Aaggggggghhhhhhhh!" Crane cried in lust crazed passion. 

Valerie drew back slightly, so that she was able to taste the moist 
stickiness of his slowly secreting pre-cum again, twirling her tongue 
maddeningly faster around the blood-inflated head. He watched her lipstick 
rimmed lips working on his cock, watched the soft wet skin of her mouth 
pucker outward and then back in again as she moved her mouth the full length 
of his rigid hardness. The sight of the beautiful young teacher down on her 
knees sucking him increased his arousal, and his loins tensed and jerked 
into her face, all the fleshy expanse disappearing with each hard forward 
thrust, so that only a small stretch of it showed white and glistening with 
saliva wetness between her lips. 

Her tongue, with a nerve-shattering lick on the outstroke, was like a 
separate entity, a thing gone wild with lust, making the head jerk and 
convulse as though it, too, were a thing alive with a mind of its own. For 
to Valerie's complete amazement, her horror was dissolving in the 
enchantingly debasing act that her boss was forcing upon her. The pungent 
taste and masculine odor of the huge ramming cock in her throat and mouth 
was causing wild shivers of excitement to race through her own naked flesh. 
The forbidden animalistic debauchery forced upon her helpless body was its 
own reward and a strange eagerness to participate willingly and well forced 
her brain to numbed silence while her naked sensual body began a non verbal 
communion with the great hungry cock protruding like an oversized banana 
from her widely ovaled lips. 

Taylor Crane ran his tongue across his lips and found them to be dry. He 
felt a tremor course through his loins as he watched the young and 
previously terrified teacher clamp her lips voluntarily around his hugely 
distended member and begin to suck rhythmically. She might be young and 
inexperienced but she learned fast! By God, the bitch was a very quick 
study! Groaning raggedly through the myriad constrictions in his chest that 
her hotly swirling young tongue elicited from his rapturously aroused cock, 
he caught her beautiful face harder between his hands and guided the tightly 
sucking lips over the long rigid length. He could feel the muscles in her 
young tender throat working hungrily on the head as she gulped and tried to 
take the full length of his great bloated shaft down beyond her tonsils. 

Almost choking from her too filled mouth, Valerie eased her mouth back down 
the long thick satin skinned prick that was wet with her saliva and 
glistened in the light from the lamp. 

"Oh God . . . suck it, bitch . . . suck it back deeper in your throat . . . 
!" she heard Taylor croak above her. His great strong hairy thighs were 
quivering as he crouched slightly thrusting his hammer hard penis at her 
face again. 

Her head came slowly toward his groin again and suddenly her tongue flicked 
out, the tip boring teasingly into the thin slit at the end, causing a thin 
oozing to flow forth and disappear into her eagerly lapping mouth. She ran 
her tongue along the underside of the rigid pole to lavish her copious 
saliva all over his scrotum. She smiled as she leaned to her task, for her 
boss' prick was pulsating wildly now, jerking in frenzy with her newly 
learned oral manipulations. She had never dreamed that anything so crude and 
pagan and lurid could taste so deliciously exciting! She wanted to swallow 
the whole thing if she could, for the taste of the thin oozing liquid in her 
wet mouth was all male and lust-inciting. 

The tears had dried on her cheeks and she had been unaware of their drying 
up, for the taste of his masculine piquancy, the passionate odor of his 
genitals was sending wild tremors of delight coursing through her. Mewling 
deep in her throat, Valerie ravished her warm wet tongue upon the beautiful 
responsive penis. She brushed and grazed along its base and wide underside 
to its coroneal ridge, sticky and protruding from the thick foreskin, and 
then played with it, washing it with caressing, lapping strokes. 

Again she returned to the head to slit the tiny hole in the smooth bloated 
glans with the pointed tip of her tongue. Then she returned to the base, 
letting her tongue slide over the hair covered sac of his testicles, the 
wiry hairs tickling her chin and cheeks. As she returned to engorge the 
hugely swollen rigidity of prick into her warmly enveloping mouth and 
started to suck, a terrible forbidden thought leaped into her numbed 
consciousness. She actually wanted that giant pulsating cock to cum in her 
mouth, to gush his mighty orgasm down her throat to pool in her belly, to 
swallow the seed, taste his semen and suck him dry to the balls! 

Oh God! She was truly depraved! Bruce Landers, with his rape on the beach, 
had unleashed a fiercely female animal that she had never known existed 
inside the athletic, prudish, enthusiastic, bookish self that she had been 
all these years. There was no turning back, no hiding from herself any more 
that she needed the frankly sexual attentions of a man. Even this man, who 
was her enemy, aroused her to heights she never knew existed before. Yes . . 
. she had to have it, had to have this great strong male organ in her mouth, 
to suck and tease and cajole until he shot his huge load of hot sperm deeply 
into her belly! 

"Oh Jesus! Valerie . . . baby . . . come up here . . ." Taylor Crane 
croaked, the sight of her slavering face and bouncing naked breasts and 
golden haired pussy completely subservient now to his jerking rod suddenly 
overwhelmingly too much! He bent and pulled her to her feet, the air hitting 
his saliva slickened cock coolly. Almost whining now, the breath rasping out 
of his chest in snorts and bellows, Crane bent and scooped the tall young 
teacher into his arms to deposit her on the couch. 

"Suck it again, baby . . . suck it while I eat your pussy . . ." he moaned 
as he drew her upside down over his naked body so that her mouth had access 
to his jerking prick straining upward from his hairy loins. Looking upward 
Taylor spread her long beautiful golden thighs over his face and opened to 
his view the moist pink slit of her flowing cunt. Oh Christ! It was the 
tightest smoothest, swollen pink pussy he'd ever seen, the folds opening 
like lascivious orchid petals beckoning him inward into the very gates of 
heaven. 

With a deeply secret anticipatory grin, Crane ran his hand over the white 
striped smooth rounded orbs of her ass cheeks and drew the thin fleece 
fringed mouth toward his face. The golden pubic hair was wet and lay in damp 
tendrils fringing the softly throbbing lips. With one fierce thrust his 
tongue plunged full length into the inner hole between the hair ringed edges 
and he felt the walls of her vagina clutch fiercely at his tongue, clamping 
around it like a skinning sheath. It was as though he prodded her with a 
cattle prod and sent a bolt of electricity straight up through her body for 
he felt her arch and scream an unholy yell as her muscles jerked and ridged 
to long quivering cords at the invasion of her warm wet pussy. 

"AAAGGGHHH . . . 000HHH GGOODD . . . !" Valerie heard the scream tear from 
her own mouth as Taylor jabbed deeply into the most secret recess of her 
body to sear her tender young cunt walls with the hot flame of his tongue. 
Oh God! She'd never felt anything like it! It was as though a lightning bolt 
had stabbed into her and her nerves and muscles tensed to the breaking point 
and still the arcing rapture shot through her! 

A smile of triumph flitted across Crane's almost buried face as his tongue 
wormed hotly upward into the soft hollow and the thin golden curls of her 
pubic hair ringed his chin like a short silken beard. So . . . he'd been 
right about the bitch all along. Christ! She was the hottest little piece of 
tail he'd had in a long time. She wanted it so bad that the first moves had 
her wailing like a mad woman. God damn! Hot as hell and twice as sweet! 

He was kissing her cunt now, while she in turn licked and teased his 
throbbing penis. How long had he wanted to feel the soft down of a woman's 
pubic area and smell the excited feminine musk of a desire-ridden pussy as 
it opened to his mouth, and here, now, with this vibrant, sensual female, he 
was doing just that! He could feel his lust swollen penis flow along the 
inner roof of the strange mouth, and a moan began to build deep, deep within 
his chest. 

He breathed hard and blew into her, the cheeks of her ass clenching, then 
relaxing in front of his excited face. He pried her spread loins wider, 
pushing his mouth hard against the wetness of her vaginal slit, and she 
squirmed. He drew her over him deeper, so that her palpitating, soft-rimmed 
pussy was sunk deep upon his nose and lips, and holding her tight around the 
buttocks, so that she couldn't slip away, he thrust his thick, wet tongue 
forward again between the warm fleshy folds. He heard her gasp excitedly and 
renew her nibbling on his cock with frenzied hungry vacuum motion. She 
jerked with his hot teasing contact, quickly screwing herself down upon him 
harder. Her widely exposed young vaginal passage contracted, opening and 
closing around his tongue like a tight rubber band, until he had a difficult 
time breathing. His breath exploded into her with tiny, mewling grunts, that 
muffled themselves into oblivion, and then he spread her still wider with 
his palms and began to curl and flick his tongue at the nakedly grinding 
expanse of her milk-white buttocks. He sucked and licked while she swayed 
her firm smooth ass cheeks hotly around his face, almost out of control. 

Her cunt flowered open wider, her secretions cascading down her inner thighs 
and his chin while he desperately swirled his saliva-drenched tongue around 
her wide-stretched vaginal hole. He could feel her muscles hollow and 
contract around his head and sides of his cheeks, and he plunged deeper, his 
tongue making lewd wet sluicing sounds as it burrowed deeper into her cunt 
with each wicked thrust. The tantalizing odor which assailed his sex-flared 
nostrils was a bubbling mixture of her cunt and lubrications, her thinly 
sweat-filmed skin, and the tiny, puckered little orifice of her anus, which 
was but scant millimeters from his eyes. He lifted his tongue from the oral 
fucking he was giving her warm pussy and he moved along to the pinkly 
throbbing bud of her rectal lips, rimming the crinkled little edges and 
darting inside her anal passage with quick stabbing thrusts. Then he 
returned, licking the softly throbbing cunt lips, plunging into the secret 
valley of her desire to discover her pseudo-phallic clitoris. He began to 
suck and tease it unmercifully, his teeth biting tenderly, his tongue 
reaming the little button of love while she churned and writhed above him in 
the lewd dance of desire. 

She was almost ready to cum! Already! 

He rammed his tongue deep around in her helplessly writhing loins, rounding 
and covering the viscous little openings to bring yet further guttural moans 
from her cock-filled mouth. Her soft warm thighs clenched his head viciously 
to her and he could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his tongue as if 
the nibbling, toothless little mouth up between her legs was trying to snap 
and rip out his tongue by the roots, devouring it completely with all its 
strength. She snaked her heels against his shoulders and rubbed her now 
wildly palpitating pussy against his face as he mashed it back equally hard 
against the gluttonously flame seared vagina. The cords of her muscles stood 
out all along her body and she sucked savagely on his penis with 
ever-increasing hunger. She was aroused, wildly, crazily, insanely aroused . 
. . and she didn't care, she didn't care . . . 

"Yes," she whispered in her stranger's voice. "Oh yes," she mouthed around 
the huge cock. 

"Yes what, baby?" Crane asked, unable any longer to contain his animalistic 
grin of triumph but knowing that pretense was no longer important. "What do 
you want me to do?" 

"I . . . I want you to . . . to suck me." 

"Suck you where, baby? Where?" 

"My . . . my pussy!" Valerie cried, her eyes closing again, her hips 
grinding a lewd sensuous circle down over his face, her head beginning to 
loll from side to side with expectant lust. "My pussy, my pussy! I want you 
to lick my pussy! Oh, God, lick it, lick it!" 

Grinning triumphantly, Crane drove his head savagely upward, his lips 
mashing onto her vaginal lips, his tongue ramming deep into her vaginal 
orifice in the ultimate French kiss. 

"AAAAAggggghhhhh!" Valerie screamed as his long hot tongue slashed into her, 
harder and harder, and her body reacted with convulsive lurches. Oh God, it 
felt good, it felt so goooddd! Oh God, how could she ever have denied 
herself this? It wasn't ugly, it wasn't sick . . . it was sooooooooo 
gooooooooddddddddd! 

Crane continued his wanton tonguing of her moist trembling slit, his hands 
slipping up under her belly to her full firm tits, cupping and squeezing 
them almost brutally now while his mouth and tongue continued the assault of 
her widespread young cuntal furrow, making obscene sucking sounds that 
seemed to fill the room and Valerie's mind with a weird cacophony of sound. 
She clenched her slender hands into his hard thighs convulsively as Crane's 
probing tongue located again the erect, pulsating button of her clitoris. 
She whined sharply, agonizingly, as he took the tiny bud between his sharp 
white teeth, holding it tightly there, and began to run the tip of his 
tongue round and round it in continuous circles. Her head began to flail in 
total abandonment from side to side, and Taylor opened his mouth yet wider, 
moving his tongue along the smooth, heat moistened slit to the throbbing 
hair fringed opening of her vagina. He began to orally fuck her, harder and 
faster, faster and harder, sliding his hot, hard, wet tongue up into her 
passion-dilated cuntal mouth, listening to her below making unintelligible 
whimpering muffled sounds around his cock as he hotly swirled and flicked 
his oral member around the velvet-like interior of the desperately pulsating 
cunt lips. He slipped his hand beneath her thighs, pushing them further 
apart until the whole of her flowing vaginal plane was open in naked 
abandonment to his churning face, and then he cupped her soft smooth young 
buttocks in both hands as he thrust his tongue deep, deep into the searing 
liquid depths of her cunt. 

Valerie's cries of animal pleasure now filled the living room. Oh God, Oh 
God, Oh God! her brain screamed over and over again as Crane continued to 
mouth and tongue her desire-drenched furrow. And then, as her buttocks 
jerked and spasmed with his plunging poker of a tongue, he drew the member 
out and drew it licking upward again to the secret, tiny puckered ring of 
her virginal anus. She sucked in hard on his cock in a gulping swallow, 
moaning in rapture, past all caring now even though a small part of her mind 
cried out that this was dirty, vile, perverted . . . straddling his face 
now, she ground her loins down at his mouth as hard as she could as he 
brought his tongue into seething wet contact with the forbidden opening, 
thrusting it into the tight little hole, splitting it wide to accept the 
heated wet probe. Valerie's body quivered uncontrollably now with the 
overpowering assault, and her body was spasming furiously with torrent after 
torrent of the sensual pleasure that had seized complete control of it. 

Crane licked and sucked and drove his tongue again into her tight 
rhythmically flexing little asshole, reveling in the abandoned gyrations of 
her lust-controlled body, knowing that the moment of her climax wasn't far 
off . . . Well, that was fine with him; he would make her cum with his mouth 
first, while she sucked his cock. Later he'd fuck her. He began to drive his 
tongue harder and harder into her anal passage, and then, abruptly, drew it 
out to return to her now saliva drenched loins and the soft curling hairs 
fringing her pulsing cunt lips. He paused for a brief moment to stare up 
along the slick valley between her thighs. Oh Christ, she was really digging 
it! She was wallowing in it, all right; it won't be long now, not long at 
all. He lifted his head and resumed his licking of her pussy once more. 

Valerie writhed and squirmed beneath the insanely licking tongue until she 
thought she would surely go mad from the sheer ecstatic rapture in her 
love-starved loins and stomach. God, she had to have release, had to have it 
soon! Her head continued to flail like a broken puppet's, grinding her 
crotch down into Taylor's lusting face and tongue, and she felt the 
gathering billows of her orgasm rising and rising and then . . . cresting . 
. . 

Then suddenly she stiffened, and Crane heard the young teacher cry aloud. 
"AAAGGGHHH . . . I'm . . . going to . . . going . . . to . . .!" 

Her whole being seemed to explode over the school superintendent and he 
could no longer hold back his own climax. My God! he thought crazily as the 
rush of sperm began to burst along its narrow tube . . . my God . . . never. 
. . never been like this . . . gooooooooddd! Jesus!" 

"I'm . . . I'm cuuuummmmiiiiiiinnnnnnggggggg!" he groaned up into her hotly 
clasping cunt. 

Taylor knew she too was straining up to an orgasm as she suddenly began to 
twist and wrench herself wantonly, her lips nibbling his cock like a child 
sucking a breast as he continued to wildly pillage her loins. The juices of 
her milking cunt suddenly exploded, and she arched her back and bucked 
wildly, her body quaking uncontrollably. Torrents of her excitedly seeping 
vaginal juices spread its sticky warmth over his face and down his cheeks, 
until finally, after a seeming eternity, she grunted the last of her orgasm, 
her muscles still heaving spasmodically. He could still hear her in and out 
sawing movement as she thrust deeply over his cock, absorbing it to the hilt 
in her mouth as the first spatter of his molten sperm burst geyser-like up 
into her throat. 

Valerie's head bobbed furiously over his turgid shaft as she sucked the hot 
shooting jets of his semen hungrily, her mouth salivating as though his cum 
was the very essence of her existence. She felt him jerk and groan beneath 
her as he rammed his penis deeper and deeper in her throat. His cock 
continued the pulsating jerks of his ejaculation, the vengeance of his 
searing hot semen drenching her gullet. Valerie groaned as she sucked and 
her Adam's apple fluttered madly in its fevered attempt to control the 
gushing stream that squirted hotly up into her tightly locked mouth. She 
clasped her lips in a tighter elastic ring around the rhythmically jerking 
penis so as not to lose a precious drop, and she swirled her tongue around 
the throbbing head and swallowed more rapidly to make room for the seemingly 
unending torrent of more cum until she thought his balls were bottomless 
wells. His groans of pleasure incited her to greater effort, and then with 
one final spewing, his cock began to slowly deflate in her mouth. She waited 
a moment, hoping for more, then lifted her head, his prick sliding from her 
glistening lips with a soft wet sucking sound. She turned and smiled at her 
boss, Taylor Crane, who grinned contentedly in return. A trail of semen 
dribbled down her lips and chin, dropping like a thick white spider web to 
his belly. 

Taylor lay panting, easing back to earth. He reached out wearily to stroke 
the long silky strands of Valerie's waterfall of blonde hair that covered 
her back like a veil. He pulled her around and over him so that she lay 
stretched out along the length of his body and kissed her heavily, mingling 
the tastes of their joint orgasms together in their tightly locked mouths. 
Later he spoke. 

"You see . . . I have your interests at heart. You have to do what I say and 
everything comes out fine . . ." He felt her snuggle her nose into his neck, 
the great delicious mounds of her breasts mashing into his hairy chest while 
his hands smoothed down her back to cup and squeeze the smoothly rounded 
cheeks of her red-flushed young buttocks and press her against his still 
partially hard cock. 

His mouth found her ear and tongued into the hot waxy little shell, "In a 
little while . . . I'm going to fuck you . . . fuck you like you've never 
been fucked before!" 

Her head came up and she stared deeply into the darkened grey depths of his 
eyes. "Oh God yes . . .!" she whispered fiercely. "Fuck me . . . Fuck me, 
please . . . fuck me with that great huge beautiful cock of yours . . . fuck 
me to death!" 

Chapter Six 

Crane heard the whimpering moan rise from deep in Valerie's chest. Her knees 
began flexing and unflexing powerfully back against his driving ass, as she 
sought to assist him. With a low groan of ecstasy, he exploded inside her, 
and the white lava of his pressurized orgasm erupted deep inside the 
pulsating depths of her womb. 

His cock continued to spurt and throb for what seemed like an eternity, then 
it gradually stilled. Deep inside her he could feel her muscles loosening, 
the uterine walls deflating, the cervix returning to its normal position, 
and the vaginal lips twitching like the mouth of a dying fish. He looked 
down at her rapture closed eyes and the soft little smile on her lips, her 
tanned face young and vulnerable, the silken hair tumbled in long streaks of 
light across the pillow. 

Knowing that women were most vulnerable to suggestion immediately after 
fucking, their brains fuzzy and grateful, he pulled out slowly and began 
kissing her long throat. His deflated penis came out of her sperm flooded 
vagina with a soft plop as he let his full weight crush her into the bed in 
complete relaxation. 

"You're a great fuck, baby," he mumbled into the hollow of her shoulder. 

"Ohhh," Valerie breathed, "It was wonderful. . 

"We can have lots of good times together," Taylor muttered gently, "but 
you've got to stop giving me such hell. Those damned mothers are driving me 
crazy." 

Valerie was kissing along the muscular ridge of his naked shoulder. "Are you 
listening to me?" he demanded. 

"Mmmm-mmmmm," she mouthed against his skin, nodding faintly. 

"Well?" 

"You want me to stop giving you a hard time," she said dreamily. 

"That's right. You stop stirring up the parents and be a good girl. I'll 
give you that job at Castagna . . . and everything will be fine. We'll have 
some very good times together . . ." he whispered. 

"Oww . . . Ohhhhhhh . . ." she wailed suddenly. Crane felt her struggling to 
move under him, her face twisted with pain. 

"What's the matter?" 

"Cramp . . . my leg . . . ohhh, please . . . move . . ." 

The big man lifted his weight. from the long golden body; her thighs came 
together like scissors closing sharply and Valerie rolled into a ball on her 
side, rubbing the side of one thigh where it joined her hip. 

The spell was broken. Damn bitch! Why'd she have to get a cramp right then? 
Crane got off the bed and stood looking down at the sleek golden flesh of 
her nakedly curved body. 

At last the pain in her leg eased and Valerie met his eyes, suddenly cold 
and grey again. The huge naked man looked at her as impersonally as ever. 
She could see the glistening long cock hanging down now, wet with his 
expended semen and her vaginal juices, the pubic hair matted and sticky. It 
seemed impossible now that this hard man had taken her to such heights of 
ecstasy . . . that only a few moments before she had been wildly joined to 
him in the ultimate embrace. Suddenly he stalked into the living room. 

Wrapped in a robe, her nakedness suddenly a terrible embarrassment, Valerie 
followed him. He was hastily throwing on his clothes, his face closed and 
inaccessible. She knew beyond any doubt then why he'd come to her . . . why 
he'd made love to her. It was simply another of his deals. His real 
motivation had not changed at all. 

"It was only to make a deal, wasn't it?" she whispered, staring at the huge 
man who had made such wild love to her and was now jerking on his clothes 
matter of factly. 

"I'm a reasonable man," he said smugly, shoving his shirt into his trousers. 

"You're still going to take my school away . . . after . . . 

"Fucking has nothing to do with business. You're getting emotional again." 

Valerie winced at his use of the word and suddenly the pain and hurt stabbed 
deeply into her. 

"The more unreasonable you are, the more you convince me that Rio Sur is 
something you can't handle." 

"But, I have handled it . . . I can still handle it if you'll only listen . 
. . I swear I can . . ." her voice rose shrilly. 

"The only thing you handle well is that swivel hipped little ass in bed, 
baby. You're pretty good at that." 

"You're a monster . . . a cold unfeeling monster!" 

"I offered you a good deal, baby, with some pretty good feeling thrown in. 
Are you going to take it or . . . you going to be stupid?" 

All the hurts and humiliations came rushing back and with it the knowledge 
of her wild coupling with this cold brutal man who used her so casually. "No 
. . . no, I won't take it . . . 

"You leave me no choice then," he said grimly, one hand on the front door. 
"By the way, since you're so sure you can handle anything at Rio Sur . . . 

I'm sending a few new students down to you. You'll find them a challenge, I 
think. Good night, Valerie, my dear." 

Valerie stood shaking with anger, hearing the motor of Crane's car die into 
the distance. Without thinking, she threw herself into the bathroom and 
found herself standing under a warm shower, her mind a heavy wet weight and 
the tears pouring down her face in torrents with the spraying water. 



Chapter Seven 

The little school had never looked so gay, bright banners flying from the 
framed booths, the two by fours simulating the peaked roofs of 16th Century 
England. There were wandering minstrels playing flutes and guitars and 
hawkers verbally extolling their wares. Even the costumes of the children, 
hastily improvised from whatever their mothers had on hand, were bright and 
appealing. Valerie looked around the school yard and felt a surge of 
excitement and pride. They'd done a wonderful job. How could anyone want to 
close such a school? Only a maniac like Taylor Crane. 

Valerie went over to sample the honey based "Mead," a non alcoholic version 
the children had researched and made. The cup of golden liquid was sweet and 
delicious. 

"It's wonderful!" she approved, lifting her cup in a toast to the three 
sixth graders behind the table who were looking anxiously up at her. "You've 
done a great job. This ought to sell like hot cakes . . . pardon me, I mean, 
like hot cross buns," she laughed gaily. 

Parents were beginning to trickle up the path, she noticed, but it was the 
school board that she was anxiously awaiting. The children had devised
 special invitations on pseudo parchment scrolls to all the board members. 
If they could be convinced of the effectiveness of Rio Sur then they could 
overrule Taylor Crane. The board had to come! But it was early yet, she told 
herself. 

The "stable boy," Carey Horn, was dutifully leading Blue Boy, her horse, 
around the far meadow. Valerie walked over, holding up her long skirts. 
Their unfamiliar length was uncomfortable but the children would have been 
too disappointed if she hadn't dressed in costume too. An old peasant blouse 
with voluminous sleeves and a boned velvet waistcoat found in a thrift shop 
did very nicely with some old skirts and petticoats. 

"Think I'm ever going to get any customers, Miss Fenton?" 

"Oh, of course, you will, Carey. Look the parents are arriving already. You 
know the little children will want to ride." She patted the boy's thin 
shoulder reassuringly and gave Blue Boy a pat on the rump. She. had to keep 
the children's spirits up even though she was beginning to feel nervous. No. 
The board couldn't be so cruel as to ignore the children's invitations. 

Afternoon wore into evening and the flame colored sun finally edged into the 
silvery Pacific. It was dark. The students and their parents had eaten hot 
cross buns, meat pies, roasted chickens, the plum puddings. The little 
children had all ridden Blue Boy and the minstrels had been through their 
repertoire at least a hundred times. Seedlings had sold well and kittens, 
home made leather bookmarks, candied apples and gathered aprons. All the 
parents had come with the exception of Jennifer Crist's parents. Some 
hippies had stopped and enjoyed the leftovers. A few aunts and uncles had 
even come but not one single school board member had bothered. 

There was nothing to do but admit failure. An enormous depression and the 
utter fatigue of defeat had settled on Valerie like a heavy shroud but she 
tried valiantly not to let the children see it. It was for them her 
disappointment was bitterest. They had worked so hard and so long and 
deserved so much better than the indifference of their elders in authority. 
Oh God! People could be so cruel. 

Sadly she watched the banners come down, the tables folded up, the parents 
gathering their children to go home. Mike was working again like a demon, 
directing the kids, dismantling their fair. Valerie turned to gather up the 
remaining beribboned packets of wild flower seed. Tears were very close to 
spilling down her cheeks but she forced herself to the task at hand. The 
children mustn't see her cry! The "system" had won but they would find that 
out soon enough. At least they'd had a wonderful time and felt some pride in 
their not inconsiderable accomplishment. They would butt headlong into the 
"system" soon enough on their own. In a way, perhaps her very stubbornness 
had speeded their disillusionment. 

"Don't take it so hard. Kids had a good time." Words that were meant to 
comfort only made Valerie angrier for they were accompanied by Bruce's 
familiar beard rubbing against her face and his hand patting her backside 
through her petticoats and skirts. He smelled as though he had been 
drinking. 

"It's not fair!" she wailed furiously, jerking free of his wandering hand. 

"Establishment never is, baby. I've been trying to tell you . . . that's why 
I dropped out." 

"But all people can't be so cruel. The kids worked so hard . . . and not one 
board member showed up!" 

"You didn't really expect them to? Hell, I knew they wouldn't You're a 
maverick, baby. Like I been telling you. You don't belong with those town 
pricks but you keep trying to." 

"Bruce! Stop it!" Valerie protested in a hissing whisper for his arm had 
snaked around her velvet corseted waist and his beard was tickling her bared 
shoulder above the low cut blouse. 

"Aw, hell, it's dark. Kids are mostly gone anyway. Come on to the house and 
meet some "real" people. Got a little party going. You need a little 
cheering up." 

"Oh no, I couldn't. There's too much to do. I don't feel like a party anyway 
. . . and . . . well . . . I wouldn't be very good company." 

"You afraid of getting fucked again?" he laughed lewdly. 

"Bruce, for God's sake," she shushed. "Stop that kind of talk." 

"I told you . . . it's a party. Mike's coming and some of the other folks 
too." 

"Please, Bruce . . . I couldn't." 

"You're just determined to turn yourself into one of them, aren't you? The 
damned board spits in your face and you still want to be like them . . . 
still want to be Miss Prissy Do-gooder. I thought maybe I showed you the 
other day . . . but I guess you're always going to be a hypocrite. Hell, I 
just wanted you to meet some 'real' people for a change." 

His words stung on the fresh wound of her humiliation and disappointment. 
"All right," she said wearily, "I'll come for a little while." 

The ride down the canyon in Bruce's truck was a bumpy and precarious one for 
most of it he maneuvered with one hand on the steering wheel. His right arm 
and hand kept straying casually down over Valerie's shoulder to brush his 
fingertips lightly over the swells of fleshy full breast tops above the neck 
of her blouse. 

"Bruce, stop it." 

"Just a little feel, Baby. Won't have a chance to be alone with you once we 
get there. Too damn many people." 

"I thought these 'real' people were the reason for my coming." 

"Well, they are . . . but, hell, I like to be with you alone too." 

Having disengaged his hand from her tingling upper breasts several times. 
Valerie jumped when she felt his hand reach down under the dash board and 
slide insidiously up her ankle and calf. A hot shiver of delight ran up her 
leg wherever his warm fingers touched. 

It was Bruce who had unleashed the sleeping witch inside her flesh, the 
wanton, willful, sensuous bitch, but after her unbelievable experience with 
Taylor Crane she had used every argument possible to convince herself that 
Bruce had been carried away that time. After all they had been dating for 
some time and finally he could no longer stand it. It was a natural reaction 
with a hot blooded man, a widower, a man who cared for her. Resolutely she 
had put Crane out of her mind. That had been the mistake of an inexperienced 
young teacher who was terrified of her boss. Mike had not been so easy to 
dismiss. Her transgression with him could only be explained by her 
prolonged, and perhaps Bruce had been right, unnaturally prolonged 
virginity. Mike had been a mistake, the kind of mistake any girl could make 
at least once. She had promised herself in the weak light of dawn, after a 
sleepless night, that she would be nice to Bruce and try to understand his 
point of view . . . that she might even let him make love to her again. 
Perhaps her blindness had made her misjudge him. A man who really cared for 
a woman naturally wanted her physically as well as mentally. He hadn't 
always been a drop out and a hippie. After all, his background was very much 
like her own . . . and probably all he needed to take his rightful place in 
society again was a woman to care for him. Probably in his grief at his 
widower state he had not really cared about anything anymore. Besides, it 
wasn't an unrealistic hope that a man eventually married the girl he 
deflowered. 

"You cold, baby? You're trembling." 

"No, I'm all right." 

"Well, here we are." He cut the engine and gathered her close. "How about a 
joint?" 

"A joint?" 

"Never mind." He reached across her to the glove compartment. Christ, this 
broad was so dumb except for book learning. Unscrewing the cap on a pint of 
whiskey, he held it to her lips. At least she ought to know what whiskey 
was. 

"Come on . . . have a jolt, You're nervous as a cat and shaking like a 
leaf." 

Obediently Valerie took a sip and felt the liquid fire ignite and spread 
through her stomach. Once it was down it felt good. Between sips she let 
Bruce kiss and fondle her. The ache and disappointment and hurt were 
beginning to seem unimportant. She felt soothed and comforted by his 
whispered kisses against her mouth and throat and his warm hands smoothing 
over her. 

"Bruce . . . I see light in the house. People are already there. Shouldn't 
you be there?" she asked drowsily. 

"Pretty soon," he agreed huskily, his mouth sliding down her satin skinned 
throat while his hand snaked inside her blouse to cup her swollen breast up 
to his searching mouth. 

Valerie drew her breath in sharply as his wetly heated mouth drew inward on 
her nipple, drawing the whiskey lust out of her like honey. "Ohhhh . . ." 
she sighed softly, letting the magic warmth of his hands and mouth sweep 
through her like a flood on a dried up plain. 

His shaggy head buried against her yearning flesh as his hand moved to her 
knee and burrowed under the yards of cloth from her medieval maiden costume. 
Unconsciously her back arched, thrusting her breast up to his greedy mouth 
while his hand caressed her thigh upward and one finger found the leg band 
of her bikini panties and darted inside deftly. 

Swiftly his finger slid into the moistly hot furrow and began sliding 
teasingly up and down the desire slickened slit. Jesus! She was one hot 
bitch, all right. He wondered how far along the party was, but it wouldn't 
matter. Valerie Fenton would fit right in. 

She squirmed and whimpered faintly as his finger found the tiny nerve 
fretted button of her clitoris and sent now familiar electrical jolts 
hurtling through her flesh. Oh God! She was a wanton whore. Nothing had ever 
felt so good. She didn't care now about anything but the lecherous hands and 
mouth kneading and biting and caressing her lusting flesh. 

"You're all hot and ready, baby," Bruce murmured. "Let's go inside so I can 
fuck you." 

"But there are people in there." Valerie could see the lights and there were 
cars parked all around. 

"Won't matter. It's a good party. You'll see. Real people." 

Valerie found herself dragged from the truck. She felt fuzzy and a little 
unsteady from the overly strong whiskey and there was an ache in her belly 
somewhere. Maybe later they could make love when everyone had gone home. At 
the door to the big old house Bruce stopped and kissed her deeply, his hands 
unbraiding her coiled hair and letting it fall around her like a golden 
shawl. Seemingly unwilled now by the whiskey and his sure hands, Valerie let 
him. 

He took her arm, feeling the heat of her hip and thigh .pressed against his 
own leg, feeling his cock jerk hard. He opened the door, pushing it wide and 
then drew Valerie across the threshold and slightly in front of him, so that 
her skirt shrouded buttocks were pressed hard back against his now turgid 
cock. 

Valerie inhaled sharply at what she saw in the soft light streaming through 
the room. There, on one of the beds, and there were several, was a man 
kneeling between a well-shaped young woman's whitely naked legs raised 
vertically toward the ceiling, imprisoning his head there, his mouth buried 
in the soft fleece-lined vagina, his tongue burrowing deep into her 
slipperily welcoming passage. He was making low, growling sounds in his 
throat as he licked hungrily between her open thighs, and the woman was 
mewling completely out of control at his lewd ministrations, her hips 
churning wildly on the bed. 

"Christ!" Bruce said, moving his loins against the softness of Valerie's 
buttocks. "How do you like that, honey? That's George and his wife and he's 
licking the shit out of her cunt!" 

His obscenely descriptive words hissed into Valerie's ear and she felt the 
hotly growing sensations which had gripped her body outside in the truck 
magnify in her mind. Her breath caught in her throat at what she was 
witnessing . . . and at the hard protuberance of Bruce's cock pressing into 
the crevice back between her soft yielding buttocks. Her stomach was 
churning madly now as she listened to the wetly echoing slurping and sucking 
sounds of the man's tongue as it licked animal-like at the hungrily 
twitching pussy of the wide splayed young woman. And then Bruce's hand 
slipped around to her front, slipped inside the low-cut blouse and inside 
her loosely-fitted bra to cup her entire nipple-hardening tit as if she were 
a pubescent child. She gasped softly as his thumb rolled over the nipple, 
and pressed the firm young smoothness of her ass cheeks back against him 
with a subtle little undulating motion that caused him to squeeze her breast 
painfully. 

Into her ear he breathed hot breath and the words: "I want to fuck you, 
Valerie. Now, right now. I want to fuck you in the asshole! Baby, I want to 
fuck you in the asshole!" 

She stiffened for a brief instant at the vile words, at the idea of her 
virginal young anus being rent asunder by his huge, desire-bloated penis. 
But then the sight of that man licking and slavering between the woman's 
legs, and the feel of Bruce's hard, unresisting cock throbbing impatiently 
back in the crevice of her buttocks, sent more ripples of involuntary desire 
surging through her body. Well, why not? Why not? Why shouldn't she let a 
man fuck her from behind? She had tasted a man's cock, for the first time; 
her mouth was no longer a virgin, so why should she allow her anus to remain 
virginal? She was emancipated now, wasn't she? A woman of the flesh? Why not 
cast this last vestige of innocence to the wind as well? 

She turned her head slightly and whispered, "Yes! Yes, Bruce, fuck me back 
there! Put your cock between my legs back there. I want you to, Bruce, I 
want you to!" 

Breathing raggedly with inflamed lust at her acquiescing words, Bruce pushed 
Valerie toward another bed in the room. Once there, he turned to her to 
demand that she strip naked . . . but she was one step ahead of him. Her 
fingers were already clawing at the zippers and snaps. She shrugged out of 
the garments and let them fall. She unhooked her bra, letting her 
lust-swollen breasts bob forth, the nipples like chips of hot rock; she 
rolled the soft flimsy whiteness of her panties down over her voluptuous 
young hips and thighs and stood before Bruce completely nude, her eyes 
fastened on the obliviously locked couple only a few scant feet away, 
hearing them moan and mewl as their lust was being fulfilled . . . just as 
hers would soon be. 

And then, her mind whirling from the sounds of lewd, uncontrolled lust 
surrounding them, was suddenly on fire. 

Bruce had stripped his own clothes from his body by then, and his huge, 
erectly oscillating cock jutted out like some monstrous implement of 
delicious torture from his abdomen. He took Valerie's waist in his huge 
hands, his breath hot on her face, and turned her, forcing her down onto the 
bed on her hands and knees so that she was facing the wildly twitching 
couple on the other bed. He knelt behind her, holding his great prick in one 
hand only inches from the tiny puckered ring of her rectum while his eyes 
fastened on the lust-inciting tableau of the man called George's insane 
licking of his wife's insatiable cunt. 

Then, with his other hand, he began to stroke Valerie's soft buttock mounds, 
teasing her rectum with the tip of his finger, enjoying the first moans of 
pleasure which were erupting from her throat. Slowly, tantalizingly, he 
inserted the tip of his forefinger into her anal opening, wiggling it around 
inside, drawing greater whimpers of increasing desire from Valerie's throat. 
He released his cock then and used both hands to draw wide apart the 
glistening moons of her upraised buttocks, stretching the rubbery opening 
wide with his thumbs. He leaned forward, so that the hard, fleshy head of 
his blood-engorged penis rested against the tiny, defenseless hole. He moved 
his hips, teasing the shaft along the crevice, poising it finally at the 
wrinkled, slightly cringing anal ring. 

Valerie was trembling with a mixture of momentary fear at what was about to 
happen, and also an intense lusting anticipation of it. She could feel the 
huge, bulbous head of Bruce's prick resting and teasing at the thinly 
puckered lips of asshole, and she thought as she felt him moisten its tip in 
the open mouth of her vagina: It's going to hurt, Oh God it's going to hurt 
when he shoves all of his gigantic cock into me. But I don't care, I want it 
to hurt, I want him to fuck me there. God, I'm so hot I can't stand it . . . 
I can see that man there, sucking her pussy, reveling in it, licking up alt 
of her cunt juices and it's making me . . . 

"Aaaaaaaaaafffffffffhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed then, shutting off all her 
thoughts as a violent, shuddering pain rippled through her body. With a 
brutal forward thrust, Bruce had bored his lust hardened cock far up into 
her tight, innocently virginal rectum, tearing it through the membranous 
passage to bury it halfway to the hilt. He clutched hard at her hips, 
flexing again as he thrust still deeper into her rectum, into the warm 
forbidden depths of her anal passage. The pressure pushed her forward, 
pushed her head down onto the chenille bedspread and prevented her from 
watching any longer the actions of the couple on the next bed. Bruce began 
fucking forward with long, even strokes now, the warm rubbery walls of 
Valerie's asshole expanding before his invading cock until, finally, with 
one last savage, buttock smacking lunge he buried every single inch of his 
tremendously expanded penis into her warm, tight anus. 

"OOooooohhhhh!" Valerie moaned as she felt his sperm-laden testicles pressed 
tightly up into her vagina below. "Ohhhhh God, Bruce, it hurts! It 
hurrtttssss! Oh, I can't take it, it hurts too much!" 

"Just . . . relax, honey . . . just relax and . . . fuck back," Bruce panted 
his instruction. "It'll . . . stop . . . hurting . . . in a little . . . 
while . . ." 

Numbly, Valerie obeyed, grinding her buttocks back against his heavy 
burgeoning cock. And suddenly, with her hardly realizing it, Bruce's 
predictions came true; her anal passage slowly grew accustomed to the great 
villainously throbbing monster imbedded there, and she was overwhelmed in a 
sudden burst of desire. Yes, yes, she was beginning to like it! She was 
beginning to enjoy this lewd, bestial sodomizing of the private, heretofore 
secret little passage to her belly. Her head flailed from side to side and 
she buffeted back harder and harder against Bruce's mercilessly pistoning 
hardness, feeling his bloated testicles swinging harder and harder down 
against her cunt lips as his belly smacked wildly against the upturned 
cheeks of her nakedly grinding buttocks. 

"Ohhh, yesssss, Bruce, fuck it, fuck it harder! You were right, it's 
goooooodddd . . . Oh Bruce, fuck my asshole harder . . . !" 

And Bruce began to fuck it harder, his balls filling, filling with his 
impending load of hot, whitely steaming cum, his eyes still lewdly feasting 
on the salacious sight of the couple on the adjoining bed . . . 

Suddenly, Valerie had to see it; she simply had to see this vile, depraved 
attack on her defenseless ass. She swiveled and turned her head, bracing 
herself upward and twisted around. 

What she saw there . . . Bruce's huge, pummeling cock disappearing, drawing 
part way out, disappearing again in her tiny puckered opening that was her 
own naked rectum . . . caused the young, helplessly kneeling teacher to jerk 
convulsively, wildly, almost as if she too were about to cum. She stared in 
lust-perverted rapture at her madly undulating buttocks jerking back against 
Bruce Lander's hard driving penis, her full, firm breasts dancing below her 
chest as she writhed and twisted and bucked every which way under the 
impossible assault! 

Mike McIlhenny opened the door and walked right in. No one had answered his 
knocks. Must be one hell of a party he thought and yet the only sounds he 
heard were screams of some sort. He stopped dead still just inside the door. 
Christ! It was a god damned orgy! One couple on a bed, the guy's head almost 
out of sight buried between a broad's thighs sucking her out of her mind! On 
the other bed! Jesus! Bruce Landers was fucking the young teacher, Valerie 
Fenton, like a maniac in the ass! Mike felt his cock jerk alive and begin 
throbbing hard in his jeans. 

God, he thought, oh God, I wish that was me! I wish that was my cock in her 
asshole right now. But wait! I can still do it! I can fuck her mouth' I can 
have her suck it, milk it dry and I can do it while Bruce's cock is fucking 
her hot little asshole. Jesus! Even better! 

The sudden debauched thoughts were like an electric shock to Mike and he 
felt his body break out in sweat. Wildly, he tore off his clothes and moved 
quickly to the bed where Valerie and Bruce were fucking so insanely. His 
cock jerked and throbbed before him like some crazed entity that was 
parasitically attached to his loins. 

Valerie's head was pressed down against the bedspread to give him greater 
access to her rectum, her eyes were tightly shut; behind her, Bruce heaved 
forward like a rampaging bull, his eyes likewise squeezed tightly together, 
his fingers clawing at the softly trembling moons of the young teacher's 
buttocks. 

In a choked, barely audible voice, the result of his ever-increasing lust, 
Mike said, "Valerie, raise your head. Raise your head and open your eyes." 

"Mike . . .?" Her voice came in a ragged gasp, almost a mewl, as Bruce 
fucked mercilessly into her tight, expanding rectal passage from behind. 

"Yes, Mike," he said. "Raise your head, damn it, and open your eyes!" 

Valerie levered her body on her forearms, raising herself up and opening her 
eyes to look up at him. The first thing she saw was his huge, blood-hardened 
cock, held lewdly in his hand now, seeming to sway hypnotically before her 
gaze. Her tongue came out to moisten her lips as she stared at the thin slit 
at the tip oozing out its pre-cum from the huge, purplishly swollen head. 

"I'm going to put it in your mouth, baby!" Mike whispered hoarsely. "I want 
you to suck me!" 

Valerie began to tremble with a renewed surge of fire. The idea of sucking 
Mike, while Bruce Landers fucked into her backside at the same time was wild 
and somehow appealing. Yes, yes, it would be just what she needed, to have 
her anus and her mouth filled with the hot flowing cum of two men, the men 
who had opened the gates to her new life as a full-blooded woman. It would 
destroy the woman she had once been completely and totally. 

"Yes!" she breathed. "Yes, darling, let me suck it! Give it to me now, 
darling Mike, put it in my mouth and let me suck all the cum out of it, let 
me suck your balls dry, darling, darling Mike!" 

With a groan of sheer animal lust, Mike moved forward, guiding his 
palpitating, seminally-moist cock to her parted, waiting mouth. She tasted 
the bittersweet masculine flavor of the slowly seeping drop of lubricative 
fluid against her lips, felt the heavy bloated head resting against them, 
and then she ovaled her lipstick rimmed lips wide to accept the offering. 
She was acutely aware of Bruce's pile driving cock burgeoning into her 
widely expanded, now gratefully accepting anal passage, enjoying with all 
her soul the hotly heaving thrusts now. 

Her hot, wet mouth seized what it needed so desperately . . . Mike 
McIlhenny's huge young cockhead . . . and she began to suck him slowly, 
agonizingly, running her tongue wetly around and around the slippery head, 
easing the tip of her tongue into the open slit of the end. Her head pumped 
abandonedly to and fro, slavishly licking every inch of the thick shaft, 
sucking harder and harder, her tongue twirling faster and faster, and Mike's 
buttocks began to flex forward, adding his own movement to her rhythmically 
bobbing head so that mouth and cock were fucking together, working together, 
like a perfectly tuned machine. Valerie could feel the dripping shaft batter 
all the way hack against her larynx, but she made no move to cease the 
intense ramming pressure there, her lips ovaling maddeningly as she 
attempted to suck the hot white load of his sperm from his bails like an 
electrical syphon. 

She rolled and flung her buttocks back against. Bruce's forward-driving 
shaft, feeling it deep in her belly, her mouth working harder and faster on 
Mike's cock; he moaned and thrust desperately into her mouth, a wailing gasp 
tearing from his throat, as the moment of his climax neared. Valerie was 
mewling and moaning like a depraved animal, totally abandoning herself to 
the wondrous feelings of two cocks sunk deep within her either end, about to 
flood her, drown her, consume her with gushing semen. Her hips swirled 
insanely around Bruce's prick; her lips swirled more wildly around Mike's, 
and her own orgasm was building, building. It wouldn't be long now for any 
of them, it wouldn't be long now . . . 

Suddenly, Mike emitted a loud, grunting sigh of release and he jammed his 
hips forward, burying his cock deep in Valerie's soft, warm mouth. Her 
throat tightened and untightened as torrent after torrent of his burning 
fluid gushed from his wildly jerking rod, swallowing desperately to keep 
from choking on the frothing sperm, her cheeks bloating and hollowing as the 
cavern of her mouth filled and emptied, filled and emptied . . . 

And then, behind her, Bruce's fingers dug painfully into her hips, the nails 
drawing blood there, and he began to chant crazily. "I'm cumming, I'm 
cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" His cock began to jerk then, as Mike's 
was doing in her mouth, and she felt the fire-hot semen erupt along his 
urethra tube from the cauldrons of his balls and fill her anus to 
overflowing, felt the searing liquid run down along the crevice of her 
churning ass cheeks, along the back of her thighs, and pool on the bedspread 
beneath her desperately flailing body. 

"Keep sucking, keeeepppp succckkkkiinnggggg!" Mike howled, convulsively 
spasming forward. "Suck all of it, suck all of ittt!" 

"Oooohhhhh!" Bruce wailed behind her. 

And then, as if their mutual cries of delight were the final trigger of her 
own coming orgasm, Valerie felt the beginnings of wild, rapturous, 
kaleidoscopic release take hold of her own body. She gurgled and squealed 
around Mike's lip-locked penis still swallowing his seemingly never ending 
flow of sticky-hot sperm, trying not to lose a single precious drop of his 
heated young seed. She reached a pinnacle of pleasure she had never known 
existed in the world, a height so unbelievable, so dizzying, that her mind 
threatened to burst from the sheer physical pressure of the wildly exploding 
sense of pleasure-pain, pleasure-pain, pleasure-pain . . . 

Finally, after a long, long time, she collapsed forward on the bed, the two 
bliss-giving penises slipping from her mouth and her now forever stretched 
young rectum with wet, simultaneous little farting sounds. In her stomach 
there was a pleasant burning, and she thought in her satiated state that it 
must be the blending of Bruce's cum and Mike's and her own, all the juices 
having flowed there from where they were pumped into her, or from her own 
copiously secreting glands. 

It's beautiful, she thought, it's so beautiful . . . Oh God, now that I've 
known what it can be like, what it is . . . 

She felt her head being lifted, and then lowered again onto a warm, hairy 
thigh. Bruce's voice began whispering soft sweet words of love to her, his 
soft, gentle hands stroking her hair, and she moved her head around until 
her mouth located his flaccid cock now cradled softly on top of the wrinkled 
sac of his sperm-drained balls. She flicked out her tongue, licking his 
still warm cum from the limp spongy tip and from the softness of his scrotum 
in grateful adulation . . . 

And then, in that moment, a strangely young and amused male voice said from 
the bedroom doorway: "Hot damn, it looks like we've got one hell of an orgy 
going on here! One hell of an orgy that's going to get even better once 
everybody joins in!" 

The boy in the doorway was thin, and he had his arm around thirteen year-old 
Jennifer Crist, who leaned against his chest, her eyes aglow with passionate 
response to the scene before her. 

"What's going on?" Valerie shuddered, lifting her head with abject 
mortification from Bruce's loins. The sperm seemed to congeal within her as 
she tried to squirm away from their lascivious gazes. "What are Bobby and 
Jennifer doing here?" 

"Come to join the party," Bruce said expansively. "Come on in, son. And you, 
too, Jennifer." 

"Hey!" came a yell from the stairway. "How about us?" To Valerie's further 
horror, another two people came into the living room. The woman was tall and 
well proportioned, with magnificent breasts, pearl white and barely 
concealed in a low cut blouse. She was rubbing the front of a man's pants, 
the bulge she had caused obvious to the world. The man called Joe was 
grinning madly, his tongue licking his dry, trembling lips. "Hi, everybody!" 
the woman said. "Glad to see you're enjoying yourselves." 

"Hey, Alice!" called out Bruce, "C'mon down!" 

"Please, Bruce," moaned Valerie. 

"What? Shut up! Party's just getting good!" 

Valerie began to feel hot tears of frustration and fear swelling in her 
eyes, So this was the real reason for his wanting her to meet some "real" 
people. This was group sex! Group sex . . . the ultimate in pure physical 
gratification, with not even the rationale of affection between the 
partners. She stiffened, dizziness overtaking her, and she glanced at Bruce, 
unsure of her own true emotions. Is this what I really want? she asked 
herself. Doing it with my students also? 

The woman named Alice strode across the room to Mike who looked at her with 
amazement, and she reached down and grasped his limp cock firmly in her 
hands murmuring, "I like you. Maybe we can fuck together later on?" 

Mike didn't speak at once. He stared at her hand as she began to slowly 
stroke his cock from flaccidity to a semblance of erection. He blinked, but 
spread his legs wider in dazed comprehension of her words. "Look . . . what 
the hell is this anyway?" He took a deep breath, his penis impossibly 
leaping to full grandeur under the teasing fingers of the strange woman. 
"Jesus! I don't believe this!" 

"You will in a while," she tittered lightly. 

Valerie, her eyes wide with shock, looked back at the other four. They were 
undressing on the spot, laughing and gaily making comments about the fun to 
be had, kicking their garments from them in haste. With a squeal, Jennifer 
raced for Bruce, throwing herself upon him, her hands grasping him around 
the thick shaft of his penis. Bruce laughed again and reached over and 
caressed one ripening adolescent breast, soft and pliant and promising, and 
kissed her full on her tender young lips. He gasped as she skinned his 
foreskin away and the red-fleshed head popped out, and she dropped to lick 
her eager young tongue on the exposed tip. 

With a cry of abandon, Bruce Lander's young son Bobby, revealed his own 
virile cock in violent erection. The man with the woman, Alice, approached 
the bed where Valerie lay cowering. The males were all a frenzy of 
glistening bodies, their eyes gleaming and their long, inflamed cocks 
dancing in front of them with palpitant heat of excitement, their balls 
swinging against their thighs, their buttocks hollowing and tensing. 

Abruptly the man, whose name was Joe, put his arm about Valerie in a 
possessive embrace. At first she resisted, her joints seeming to freeze from 
the unnatural contact, but as his hands covered the nipples of her breasts 
and began to knead and thumb them into rock hardness, she found herself 
squirming, her naked body aroused with unrestrained passion. "Some party," 
he whispered into her ear, "But you did know we were coming, didn't you?" 

"No I didn't." 

"Leave that to Bruce to pull a fast one. Is this your first time to fuck 
with other people watching?" 

"Oh God, yes," she nodded, "I never dreamed that this would happen. I don't 
know if I should . . ." 

"What's the matter? You've already been fucked by Bruce, haven't you?" He 
threw back his head and grinned with lewd disregard for her inner torment. 
"Hell, I'm a better fuck than he'll ever be! Now, c'mon, get with it. Let it 
all hang out!" 

Valerie took one more quick look at Bruce before submitting herself to the 
lust incited stranger next to her. Bruce was groaning aloud, thrashing on 
the bed as the young thirteen year old, Jennifer, leaned over and thrust his 
cock deep into her widely ovaled young mouth in one long, slow continuous 
sucking movement, the warm, wet cavern of her cheeks sending a wild spasm of 
ecstasy soaring through his wracked body. "Oh man," he gurgled. Then Valerie 
looked around the rest of the room, seeing the pairing of mates, and she 
could scarcely believe the carnal activity which had been so cruelly thrust 
upon her senses. 

The woman, Jane, passionate from the cunt licking on the bed, had attacked 
the young boy, Bobby Landers, with complete abandon. She was teasing him, 
bending slightly forward so that he couldn't reach between her thighs and to 
further hinder him from inserting his throbbing cock into her voraciously 
throbbing vagina, she had put her slim hands around his prick and was 
rubbing the swollen member with her palms, working the tender skin up and 
down over the glans as driblets of sticky, lubricating fluid seeped from its 
tiny orifice and his balls moved sensuously around his lean thighs. Young 
Jennifer Crist was now on all fours over Bruce, who had his knees behind her 
and was bucking up at her buttocks, fucking mercilessly up into her wide 
stretched little rectum with savage, repeating blows. 

Alice's head still bobbed like a yo-yo around Mike's straining prick as 
though her mouth was on a string, and her hands and knees were in between 
his legs as his prick soared hard up into her face until her nose smacked 
licentiously into the matted pubic hair below. 

"That's it, Alice," the man, Joe breathed hotly, "Suck him good, you bitch." 
He delved down the slim, now hotly quivering flanks of Valerie and then 
teased his middle finger into her pubic hair, still soaked from Bruce's cum 
a few minutes past, and Valerie, horrified, found herself aroused. Her 
thighs jerked, spasmodically and began to involuntarily open for his touch, 
and then he rubbed and caressed the blood-inflated lips of her red-rimmed 
pussy, and she moaned with sudden passion. 

"Oh, God," she gasped, "This is terrible, terrible." 

"No, baby, it's the living end," Joe said. "I really like seeing my wife get 
fucked by another guy. Don't you like watching, too?" 

"Your wife!" Valerie's brain reeled as she realized that he was involved 
with her while panting with excitement over the view of the lewd sex acts of 
his own wife right in front of them. No, it wasn't terrible, it was 
beautiful! Beautiful! And Valerie leaned back on the bed sheets and spread 
her legs wide to Joe's talented hand as he rummaged and pillaged her 
helplessly surrendering cunt. 

Alice took one last lick on Mike's cock, and then jerked upright and turned 
around, placing her wet, almost writhing pussy directly in front of him, and 
in wide open display before Valerie as well. Valerie watched in unbelieving 
fascination as Alice gradually bent forward until the breadth of her 
buttocks jutted toward Mike's face and Mike obscenely rotated upward to meet 
the widespread lips of her vagina. Alice's thighs tensed and then rippled in 
slim strength as she shifted on her feet and she reached back and gently 
pulled apart her buttocks, disclosing the tiny, sensuously throbbing little 
hole of her anus. 

Around the revealed asshole, which seemed so raw and vulnerable, were a few 
stray curling hairs, and she twisted her buttocks, letting the whitely 
rounded moons wave tauntingly at Mike. He groaned and began to manipulate 
his own cock with his hand and he lurched toward her buttocks. Alice grabbed 
the stiffened rod and it slid forward into her waiting cunt with hot, 
slippery ease. Mike took hold of her loins with his hands and hauled her to 
him with a resounding slap. He leaned over her, squeezing her huge, well 
formed breasts as he pumped into her open cunt with complete ferocity, 
attacking and retreating unmercifully. 

"Now, baby? You want me now?" Joe said lewdly. 

"Yes," mewled Valerie, watching Mike fuck Joe's wife with a strange 
uncontrolled passion. "Anything you want . . . anything at all. But, oh God, 
fuck me quick. Fuck me!" 

Valerie pushed her cunt up to Joe, her whole body aflame with unwanted 
desire. She could not help herself, and she knew she really, deep down 
inside, did not want to. She realized the full meaning of group sex, its 
marvelous mechanism for satiating the appetite of a full, red-blooded woman. 
God! Why doesn't he fuck me now! 

She looked at Joe's enormous cock, which stood out from the folds of his 
belly and abdomen like some pagan spear, tipped with the clear fluid of 
love-juice. Her face contorted with passion at the thought of that strange 
cock buried to its hilt in her vagina . . . or mouth . . . or anus . . . Oh 
God, it was monstrous and webbed from glans to base with heavy, throbbing 
blue veins, giving gleaming advance warning of the carnality it was about to 
perform. 

"Like it, baby?" Joe smiled lopsidedly at her. 

"Yes, yes, I love it!" 

"Good, because I'm going to put it up your cunt so far you're going to feel 
it up in your tonsils!" His grin broadened into a toothy smile. "But first 
I'm going to lick that aching pussy of yours, suck up all that good honey 
you've been spreading down there." 

Valerie stretched out languorously, her thighs splayed wide on either side 
of him, her toes curled with expectation. All thoughts of modesty and of 
caring whether she truly desired this man were vanished, and she let a soft 
moan of delight escape from her lips and she squirmed her buttocks down on 
the mattress, inciting his lustful prowess still further. 

Joe touched her and a million spine tingling jolts went through her loins 
and belly. Automatically her hands moved to her breasts, her thumb and 
forefinger plucking at her nipples and aureoles as Joe had done, like a 
hungry bird of prey pecking at her skin, and more sensations rocked her 
body. 

Involuntarily Joe sucked in his breath, and he could feel the blood drubbing 
painfully into his expanded, purplish cock head. Tiny drops of seminal fluid 
grouped around the eye of his glans as he leaned down, his cock rubbing 
along her inner thigh, smearing the sticky substance against her skin. Then, 
with thumbs pressed against her hairlined cunt-lips, Joe tenderly spread the 
soft yielding walls of her pussy until its moist, coral lusciousness opened 
and he saw the jeweled splendor of her clitoris. He felt Valerie's warm 
thighs quiver and he heard her breath gasp from her throbbing throat, and 
with the touch of an expert, he leaned forward and his hot wet lips closed 
over the soft protuberance at the apex of her belly. 

"00000hh," Valerie groaned, raising her head to stare down between her 
manipulated breasts at his lowered head in her crotch. She spasmed as he 
planted long, full kisses on the soft fleece of her upraised thighs, his 
tongue flicking snakelike at her widely spread cuntal opening. 

Valerie continued her sensuous fondling of her breasts then slid her hands 
down along her stomach to rest on either side of Joe's gently nibbling lips. 
Her fingers stroked her pubic hair as her mind raced with the overwhelming 
sensations. Momentary thoughts of Bruce flashed through her, but then they 
were gone, and she spread the fleshy. hair-lined lips of her cunt slowly 
apart, allowing the man complete access to her wet, pulsating vagina. 

Her elbows pressed against her sides and she lolled her head from side to 
side as his searing mouth burned the core of her being, and his tongue 
wrapped itself around her erect clitoris. Dear God! His lips sucked, drawing 
warm folds deep within his mouth, gently biting the skin as his tongue 
continued the maddening licking around the urgent pink smoothness of her 
surging flesh. She groaned lustily, and then her eyes caught sight of young 
Bobby Landers watching them. 

"My God!" Valerie gasped. 

"Don't get upset, baby," Joe crooned, his head still buried in her pussy. 
"That's only Bobby. Relax. You don't really mind if he watches, too, do 
you?" 

Why not? Everybody else was watching or doing . . . She sighed, and the 
sudden appearance of Bobby was replaced by the enrapturement of Joe's 
hungry, massaging mouth. 

Her moans of swelling arousal drove his tongue faster and he worked his way 
up and down her genitals until they burned . . . Yes! Yes! she heard herself 
wish crazily, yes I still need it so bad and he is doing his best! Her hands 
clawed his hair, attempting to guide his face to the small palpitating 
cuntal opening, and he plunged into her soft-rimmed flesh, taunting it 
momentarily, then quickly withdrawing to tantalize the soft, hair-fringed 
edges. 

The young teacher cried aloud and clutched at him, forcefully pressing his 
nose directly on her hotly pulsating clitoris, and his mouth rammed deep 
down to cover the squirming crotch and bring low guttural moans from the 
delicate young girl whose soft warm thighs clasped spasmodically around 
either side of his head. He could feel the smooth wet flesh slip moistly 
around his tongue as the walls of her invaded vagina sucked him and tried to 
extract his tongue deeper and deeper into it. It was as if the small, 
slightly bearded mouth was a toothless devouring animal unleashed with 
lust-inspired force, ripping his tongue out by the roots, and her heels 
snaked up and out, pushing down against his back, making him bury himself 
still further in the soft, trembling trap between her uplifted legs. His 
nostrils inhaled the poignant aromas of her throbbing clitoris and her 
lusty, lubricious excitement. 

Joe could stand it no longer. He stopped, causing her to cord the muscles of 
her unreleased body, and she tried to stop him with her legs, but he was too 
strong. "I want you to suck me, baby. Suck me as I did you. Now . . ." he 
slithered down on the bed and threw his legs wide, his swelling cock a 
straight arrow upwards toward the ceiling. It seemed to Valerie she had 
never seen such a gorgeous sight in all her life. She had to have it, she 
had to taste that prick in her mouth, feel it swirl around her tongue and 
cheeks, and with a panting moan she turned and crawled over Joe. His cock 
leaped as he saw her insatiable desire, then she posed her nudity over him, 
smoothing her hands over her taut breasts and firm thighs, finally moving 
toward the sensitive white flesh of her inner thighs and upward to the silky 
mound he had just finished sucking. Valerie's fingers slowly glided into the 
fleshy fold of her cunt-lips, gently spreading the still wet slit until it 
opened like a new-flowering bud and she thrust her loins toward him so that 
he could see better the moist, coral flesh up inside. Then quickly she 
licked her lips and climbing down between his legs she took his hardened 
penis in her mouth, swallowing it almost whole into her throat. She began to 
purr kitten fashion while he tenderly caressed her soft long hair and his 
cock swelled to fill her sucking mouth. 

She milked his cock with her throat muscles in a manner that even the 
tightness of her cunt could not match, and the length of her tongue laved 
the underside of his shaft while the tip taunted the base of his member and 
a portion of his testicles with insurmountable pleasure. 

As they lay there, on the bed, surrounded by other wildly fucking couples, 
Bobby stood beside them, his head tilted to one side and little throaty 
whines coming from his lips. As the boy watched, Valerie began to slowly 
grind her smoothly rounded buttocks and she hummed, Joe's heavy and 
throbbing cock vibrating and nearly reaching her stomach. The hot breath 
from her nostrils against his pubic hair sent further spasms of delight 
rippling through the man and then Valerie cupped his balls, causing the 
sperm-bloated sacs to quiver as she manipulated and squeezed them. Her 
throat exploited his prick in her effort to suck him dry. 

Joe lifted his head from the bed and stared down at his hard shaft 
completely absorbed by the young teacher's lust contorted face. The sight of 
her ovaled lips massaging his resilient skin increased his fever a 
hundred-fold and he groaned with madness. She tantalized the balls with one 
hand while her thumb and forefinger of her other hand stroked his mighty 
base as she continued to suck up and down. He flexed his buttocks, his head 
still raised, watching the top of her head bob up and down as simultaneously 
she worked her buttocks in undulating circles and her student, young Bobby 
Landers stood panting by the bed. 

"Turn . . . turn over," groaned Joe. "I want to fuck you in the mouth with 
me above." He pulled at her, and slave-like she obeyed. They twisted and 
writhed until he was on all fours, straddling her breasts, his turgid cock 
still firmly fastened between her teeth. Her body was under his, spread out 
in writhing lewdness between his bent legs, as he leaned over her and fucked 
his cock voraciously into her insatiable mouth. Valerie slid her hands along 
his inner thighs as she continued her sucking, and great swirls of heat were 
building up in the unreachable depths of his balls as he watched her face 
working on his loins. He could see the rivulets of sweat roll in thin lines 
down her sides as she bucked beneath him, and the muscles of his back seemed 
to be ready to snap from the pressure of arching above her greedily clinging 
mouth. 

Suddenly there was a little commotion on the bed beside her, and Valerie 
bent her head slightly, though never losing the stride of her sucking 
motion, and saw Bruce, a sadistic grin on his face, now climbing astride of 
the young girl, Jennifer. He took her brutally by the hair and at the same 
time thrust forward with his thick penis, and rammed the head again into the 
already wide split anus of her thirteen year-old student Jennifer Crist. The 
child's eyes were glazed with a wild, ecstatic film that sent a shiver of 
lewd, almost perverted excitement through Valerie's own naked body, and 
Jennifer began to gyrate her impaled young buttocks wildly back against the 
older man with complete abandonment. 

Valerie heard Bruce croon with delight and gasp as he fucked rhythmically 
and without the slightest mercy deep into the soft rubbery confines of the 
girl's rectum. The thinly stretched skin of the tight little hole drew back 
with his prick, clutching it as if it didn't want him to come out, and then 
her white-smooth ass swallowed up his hardened cock until it was submerged 
with not even a half inch of it showing, its chunky, bloated head touching 
deep in her quaking bowels. 

"00000ooooooohhhhhhhhh," the girl moaned, "OO00000000hhh, fuck it, Mr. 
Landers, fuck it fuck it fuck it . . ." She was moaning and adding to the 
joy by wildly moving her ass and hollowing her back. Valerie watched her 
profile, seeing her lips bared from her teeth as she smiled back at Valerie, 
her long hair strewn down over her sweating forehead like some mad thing, 
and her complexion flushed and pink like the shade of her anus. 

"Oh yessssss . . ." the girl said. She rotated and squirmed, and it seemed 
to Valerie that she was moving closer to her, slowly attempting to slide on 
her knees, while still grinding back against Bruce. Valerie redoubled her 
efforts, wrapping her hands around the lowered shaft of Joe's cock while she 
sucked at the lust-hardened rod which fucked heavily into her mouth. Her 
tight elastic lips worked with all their might, her cheeks hollowing on 
every outstroke and expanding on the instroke. Joe grinned salaciously from 
above as he watched Jennifer edge her way closer to them and then he looked 
down at the unsuspecting Valerie. 

Then the girl was next to Valerie, grazing the satin flesh with her body as 
still the giant pistoning cock of Bruce lashed into her backsides. As if 
knowing what was in store, he moved with the girl as she slipped down the 
bedspread, lower and lower, until her face gazed hungrily down on Valerie's 
open vagina. Then one slim hand moved forward, her other balancing her as 
Bruce drove into with repeated battering, and Valerie gasped with the 
invasion of Jennifer's fingers. Valerie felt a strange hand catch her 
nipple, rolling and squeezing it in a tender understanding way that only a 
woman could know. Her upbringing had never accepted this sort of sick thing, 
let alone any of the other acts she had been doing, but at the moment she 
began to tremble all over with the forbiddenness of the situation. Her being 
was unfulfilled, and she couldn't, even if she had wanted to, resist the 
young girl's advances. 

Bruce flailed wildly at the girl's rectum, urging her onto more perverted 
acts with Valerie's body. "Touch," he commanded. "That's it. Let me see you 
feel her cunt, baby. Stick your hand in there and enjoy yourself while I 
fuck you back here!" 

The alien fingers needed no urging. Like spiders they slithered down 
Valerie's body and curled their tantalizing way into the soft blonde strands 
of her pubic hair. And in spite of her shame, Valerie could not help but 
respond. She sucked voraciously at Joe's cock as the hand groveled in her 
crotch with tantalizing touches, running over her breasts, her sides and 
legs, only to return to the lubricious hole of her vagina and the tiny 
little anus below. Jennifer flicked a tender finger against the small 
puckered circle and said, "I am going to make you cum like a volcano, 
teacher!" 

Valerie moaned through full lips, "Oh yes, yes please . . ." 

Thick fluid began to spill from the corners of Valerie's reveling mouth as 
Joe, turning to see the action behind him, felt the rumbling cauldron of his 
balls about to explode. Valerie continued to suck at his cock like some 
wanton whore, and the thick pummeling instrument seemed to vanish into the 
fusion of her face as he drove with hollowing buttocks far into her 
gratefully accepting throat like some distended pile-driver. His coarse 
pubic hair caressed her nose and his balls slapped her chin in lewd unison 
to his strokes. 

Valerie shuddered again as Jennifer put her lips to the wildly coursing cunt 
before her and kissed it long and tenderly. Dimly Valerie realized that Joe 
was about to cum and she was afraid she would strangle in her position, but 
still she slavered on . . . 

Until Joe jerked his cock out of her mouth and held it above her starving 
cheeks, his fingers a contrast on the glistening huge red-eyed glans but a 
scant two inches from her. 

"Oh no," Valerie groaned, "Please I must have it, I must!" She tried to pull 
him down to her, her mouth gaping at his jumping prick. But before she could 
close the distance, he gasped and hot white semen squirted the two inches 
from it directly into her widely opened mouth, the searing cavern held wide 
like a hungry baby bird in anticipation of what it was about to receive. The 
thick, quick spurts streamed like cream from a cow's udder, filling her 
mouth to the brim, and she swallowed, trying not to lose a drop of the 
boiling, lust infused potion. Her Adam's apple bobbed desperately as it 
tried to keep up with the hotly ejaculating penis. 

As Joe's cock pumped out its remaining liquid into her hungrily swallowing 
mouth and throbbed into stillness, Valerie desperately lifted her head to 
catch the last thin streams which ran down his cock and she tried to take 
the deflating prick back between her lips. 

"Please, oh for God's sake," she whimpered, "I'm going mad inside. Fuck me, 
fuck me now!" 

Joe chuckled and rolled off and stretched out beside her across from the 
girl. "Not with my little girl to keep you warm," he said with a leer. 

"Dear God," Valerie breathed. What now . . . what does he mean? I'm going 
out of my mind. Jennifer's . . . Joe's daughter! . . . her lickings . . . 
are driving me wild! And her father egging her on! 

Valerie raised her head to watch in half revulsion as the young girl nestled 
her face in the hollow of her open thighs, and behind her kneeling body, the 
crude figure of Bruce humping away with increasingly savage strokes into 
Jennifer's tightly clenched little rectum. She let her eyes rove over the 
loveliness of the girl's voluptuous nakedness, and she felt the soft kisses 
on her skin and the hot puffs of breath on her creases and the magic tongue 
licking her vaginal cleft, simply licking in long strokes from top to 
bottom, not entering yet, but causing Valerie to raise her loins with each 
slow licking of her sensitive cuntal lips. Her clitoris hardened even more 
as it peeked out further to enjoy a grazing tickle and she hissed and 
squirmed and writhed insanely . . . then as suddenly as it had begun, it 
stopped. 

Valerie couldn't stand it. She had been played with and brought along to 
such a peak of sexual frenzy that she had to have release! She rolled onto 
her stomach that was knotted with tension and several sighs of envy seemed 
to come from the others, who had, at different times, released their 
animalistic passions around Valerie. The man who'd sucked the woman off and 
Mike crawled over to the naked young teacher and moved Joe aside so that 
they could lay beside her and reached for her hands, their cocks hardened 
and pointing ceiling-ward. 

"Christ look at them go!" Joe said. 

Mike could only groan and then place the young teacher's fingers around his 
prick just as the man had done on the other side of her. Automatically 
Valerie's soft fingers closed around the cocks and began to stroke them 
rhythmically, massaging them up and down to the same magic tempo of 
Jennifer's oral fucking that continued from underneath and Bruce's sodomic 
perversion. Mike cupped one of Valerie's breasts as Jennifer moved her hands 
to spread the steaming cunt before her. 

"Somebody, please fuck me!" Valerie screamed. "I need a cock! Do you hear? 
Oh God, somebody stick their cock in me! Please!" 

"Are you really ready, baby?" Bruce laughed harshly. 

"Ohhhhhh, yes, yes, I am!" 

"Then raise your ass up. That's it! High!" 

"Yes! Yes!" Valerie cried, as she thrust her nakedly quivering buttocks up 
as high as they would go. 

"Get ready for the finest 15 year old fuck you ever had," Bruce said, and 
then he snapped out, "Bobby!" 

Valerie felt the bed give and the strange presence of another weight climb 
on it, and suddenly she felt a clasping around her waist and a slippery 
hard, cock rub along her legs. Her brain reeled! Again and again the shaft 
danced near her spread-eagled hole, and yet it never quite made it in, and 
with a moan of desperation Valerie reached back and impaled her half-crazed 
vagina full upon it. 

"Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhh," she moaned as the long thin prick soared up in her 
cunt, quelling the burning demon which almost tore her innards asunder. The 
cock burst through her belly like a bullet, and she cared not who had 
supplied the weapon, only that his penis was battling the hungry wet walls 
of her vaginal tunnel. 

And then she twisted around, only this time to caress and encourage the man 
who had been so kind to her, and she froze! 

Oh my God, she screamed inwardly . . . It's Bobby! It's Bruce's son, one of 
my students, who's fucking me! A low helpless wail escaped her, and she 
flayed her head back and forth as the brutal young cock expanded inside her 
cunt like a balloon. It was too late, she couldn't stop it . . . she 
couldn't stop herself from the rising tide of her sensations . . . he was 
like a hammering machine, and he was beautiful . . . absolutely the finest! 

"OooooooOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH," Valerie said in muffled squeals, "I'm . . . 
I'm . . . going . . . going to . . . cummmmmmmm!" 

"Fuck back at the boy, damn you!" shouted Bruce, "Pound that ass of yours 
tight up there!" 

"Yes . . . yes . . . yessssss! MMMMmmmmmmmm!" MMMmmmmmmmmmmmm!" 

As Valerie cried out with her impending climax, Bobby suddenly gave a savage 
thrust deep within her entrails and let loose a stream of thickly scalding 
young male cum, and he flooded her vagina with jackhammer lunges full of his 
hotly virile sperm. Long jets of it ricocheted off the smoothness of her 
cuntal walls and streamed from her pussy to flow like lava down her thighs 
and pool in coagulated puddles on the squeaking bed below. 

She came, screaming wildly from the size of her release and she heaved her 
buttocks back against the pounding loins of the boy as his cock continued to 
empty up inside her with unbelievable force. Her thighs trembled and her 
belly quivered as though some giant pressure was beating down upon her, and 
her brain reeled insanely from the sensual reactions traversing through 
every bone and sinew of her lust crazed system. She was in Valhalla again, 
beautiful Valhalla! Faintly she heard Bruce cry out guttural groans and 
Jennifer howl, but it was all in the background of her mind, and then she 
collapsed, a heavy black faint engulfing her semen filled body . . . 

Chapter Eight 

Sometimes the mind goes mercifully blank and will not yield up its more 
painful contents immediately. Valerie opened her eyes to the bright sunlight 
streaming through the bedroom window and at first did not realize that she 
was in her own room. The dresser looked alien, the lamp a stranger's, the 
drapes foreign. She was in bed, some bed, somewhere and her head felt 
terrible, her mouth caked and raw. 

When she tried to move, her muscles and bones protested. At last she sat up. 
The bedclothes fell away from her naked torso and the pale odor of sexual 
aftermath hit her nostrils. Something clicked in her tired brain and she 
knew where she was and what had happened to her. She fell back against the 
pillows and thrust her screaming sobs deep into the pillows. 

As the horrors of the night came roaring through her brain in three 
dimensional playback within the confines of her head, she wept the despair 
of the damned. All the tears and sobs and agony of the world seemed to be 
pouring from her tortured throat and eyes. It was as though she mourned the 
dearest person she'd ever known, taken away by a dreadful tragedy that could 
never be reversed. But even the grief of the damned does not stop the vital 
processes of a living body. At last, spent and hopeless, she dragged herself 
to the bathroom. 

The class was already in session when she arrived. Mike was standing at the 
front of the big room handing out papers to the children in the upper grades 
while the lower division students were already working with bent heads at 
their desks. 

"You're late, Miss Fenton. You're tardy," Cynthia Colby teased in her little 
clear voice. 

Valerie nodded dumbly and walked slowly through the rows of children to the 
front of the room, looking at the floor, rather than meet Mike's eyes or 
those of the children. She had no idea how she could get through this 
terrible day but it seemed even more terrible to stay at home with only her 
thoughts to occupy her mind. 

Bravely, she went to the front of the room and took one of the papers Mike 
was handing out. It was the mimeographed copy she had made of Andrew 
Marvell's poem TO HIS COY MISTRESS, as part of their study of the 
Renaissance and Elizabethan England. Mechanically, she began to read the 
poem aloud as she always did. Despite her lateness she must make this like 
any other school day for the children. 

. . ."But at my back I always hear 

Time's winged chariot hurrying near: 

And yonder all before us lie 

Deserts of vast eternity." 

She read woodenly, wrapped in her frozen shell of muscle and bone though her 
heart was beating wildly at the words of the poet who lived so long ago and 
showed by his words that he too felt all the terror and pain and joy of 
ordinary mortals. 

A commotion at the back of the room caused Valerie to look up, holding her 
place on the printed page with one finger as her voice died away. Three 
large boys were swaggering in followed by Taylor Crane. Oh God! Couldn't she 
even have been spared him today! 

He raised one hand as though commanding her to come closer. Obediently, 
Valerie walked the length of the room as though walking the plank, as though 
all expectations would end forever when she reached him. 

"Miss Fenton. You have three new students," Crane smiled maliciously. "Augie 
Norberg here, Ralph Campbell and Dick Lingert. The boys didn't much like 
continuation school and thought they'd like it better here. I felt you could 
handle it," he mocked sarcastically. 

The boys did not look like boys to Valerie. Their beards were fully 
developed and grew in untidy stubble on their hard faces. My God, they must 
be at least 19 to 20. Continuation school was for drop outs and was taught 
by a tough male teacher. If he couldn't handle these students how could she 
be expected to? But, of course, Taylor Crane did not expect her to. It was 
simply another piece of strategy to prove her incompetence and the school's 
inefficiency. 

But there was no fight left in her . . . not today. She nodded dumbly, not 
meeting Crane's eyes. There seemed no one's eyes that she could ever meet 
again . . . not after last night. "I will leave them to you," he gloated as 
he went out the door, his cruel lips smiling triumphantly. 

The day was a nightmare and by the end of it, Valerie felt so bruised and 
battered emotionally that she was in a state of shock. As she had expected 
the "boys" Crane had brought to her had completely interrupted anything she 
tried to do. They had made a mockery of teaching and had left the whole 
class a shambles. Even Mike could not handle them and didn't even try very 
hard. In desperation, Valerie dismissed school early and it was a relief to 
everybody. 

She knew she could not get through another day. When they'd gone, she 
automatically began cleaning out her desk. Her tired brain seized on 
resignation. That's what she'd do. Resign today this very afternoon . . . 
and never have to face this place again. Rio Sur had become her chamber of 
horrors. She didn't even try to plan what she'd do beyond that. In fanatic 
frenzy she pulled books and papers out of the drawers. 

There was a sudden banging on the door which set her heart pumping 
frantically. Oh God! She couldn't stand any more today. Valerie rose, 
leaving her papers piled haphazardly, and went, reluctantly, to the door. 

She opened the door. Bobby Landers stood there, a twisted grimace of a smile 
on his face. 

"Hello there, Teach," he began. 

Swinging the door, hard, she tried to slam it in his face. Bobby was too 
quick for her; he swung his foot forward, wedging it between the door and 
the jamb. He pushed the door open against her puny, woman-strength and 
walked boldly into the schoolroom. He was followed by the three new boys, 
grinning lasciviously. The last boy in closed the door. 

Instant terror struck her; she shrank back away from them, looking with 
horrified eyes from one to the other of the four hard faced young boys. 

Bobby stepped toward her while the other three lounged easily near the door. 
Valerie stepped backward a step, keeping her distance. 

"W-what do . . . y-you want . . . ?" she managed, trying not to show her 
terror. 

Smoothly, seductively, Bobby began, "I've been telling the boys here what a 
great teacher you are . . . how much you taught me last night." He grinned 
suggestively. 

Valerie knew, then, what his angle was. She stepped back another step and 
said, "I don't want t-to hear it!" 

Bobby moved smoothly toward her. 

She shouted, her voice terror-stricken, "Don't you dare touch me! G-Get out! 
All of you!" 

Running forward, she dodged the boy's advance and made for the door; the 
larger of the three boys grabbed her, easily, clamping a hand over her 
mouth. 

"Got you, teacher baby!" he gloated. 

Bobby Landers stepped up in front. of her, his ferret-eyes glinting with 
anger. 

He grated out at her, "Now, listen, you little bitch . . . ! We're going to 
have a nice quiet afternoon together . . . here in your snug little school . 
. . And, you're going to cooperate!" 

Valerie struggled in the big brute's bear-hug, attempting, desperately, to 
free herself. He laughed deep in his huge barrel chest. 

"Don't waste your strength, Baby! You're not getting away from me!" he 
warned. 

"Take her into the library, Augie," Bobby ordered. 

Valerie felt herself deposited on the huge world map one of them jerked from 
the wall to throw on the floor. Augie, now bending down over her, his big 
hand still clasped over her mouth, grinned lewdly into her face. 

"This'll be fun for you, too . . . if you want it to be!" he suggested. 

Producing a wide roll of adhesive tape from his pocket, Bobby tore off a 
generous strip, wadded his handkerchief into a ball, and reaching down 
forced her jaws open with thumb and forefinger. 

"O.K., Augie . . . Take your hand away! he said. 

Augie removed his hand from her mouth, and Bobby stuffed the handkerchief 
between her teeth, quickly applying the adhesive across her lips to make an 
effective gag. 

"This doesn't have to stay on," Bobby Landers said. "Whether it stays . . . 
or comes off . . . is up to you . . .!" 

The girl's fear-glazed eyes, wide open, pleading with them looked up to see 
the four boys looking down at her, salaciously, lewdly, lasciviously, their 
lustful eyes devouring her voluptuous figure. 

"When do we undress her . . . Bobby?" Augie asked. 

"Anytime . . . Right now . . . if you want to . . ." Bobby croaked, sitting 
down on the floor and reaching for one of her feet, he quickly removed one, 
then the other of her shoes, dropping them carelessly. God! They're actually 
g-going to r-rape me All four . . . of them! What can I do . . .?" Oh, God! 
. . . hear me . . . ! Hear my prayer! I'm so alone . . . and so helpless! 
Please . . .? Help me! Oh, HELP ME! 

Augie reached down to the neck opening of her blouse, his big hand grabbing 
the thin material, his brown eyes dancing lewdly in his head. He chortled, 
"Hot damn! I've always wanted to do this to a teacher!" His hand slashed 
downward, ripping her blouse to shreds; again, and again, he grasped and 
ripped until he had it all off, the torn pieces of material scattered around 
the room like confetti. 

Meanwhile, Bobby had unhooked and unzipped her skirt, hauling it down over 
her legs, roughly, exposing the tapering golden columns to their sex crazed 
gaze. Valerie kept her legs clamped tight together. She knew what the sight 
of her body was doing to these boys, but she could do nothing to turn them 
off. She looked up at the one called Ralph. He stood as though he were 
mesmerized, gazing intently at her loins, the whiteness of her panties, with 
thin strands of soft blonde pubic hair curling out, somehow holding him 
entranced. 

The other one, Dick leaned over her, a long switchblade knife in his hands. 
Valerie screamed, the gag making it silent, as he used the knife, the blade 
chill against her crawling flesh; he slipped the knife expertly under the 
straps of her brassiere, the keen edge severing them like butter; then a 
third time, between the cups, his knife snicked, and he plucked the bra from 
her, exposing the magnificent, full, rounded orbs of her breasts to the four 
rape-bound boys. 

Bobby Landers reached to the waistband of her panties; he started to tear 
them from her, ripping them to shreds. 

Valerie felt so cold and exposed, the terror pounding in her veins, her 
chest heaved, her breasts moving up and down, provocatively, as she gasped 
for breath, the gag in her mouth feeling nauseous to her, and her head 
flailed from side to side with her desperation. 

Bobby came to sit on the floor next to her, his hand reaching out, casually, 
to fondle a breast, his fingers massaging and kneading, his thumb and 
forefinger rolling the coral nipple until it was hard and spiky. 

"Don't fight it, teacher baby . . . We've got a lot of time . . ." he 
grinned lewdly. 

As she crouched there on the wood floor, stiff with shock, the cold reality 
of the situation suddenly hit her. She was going to be raped! Raped by a 
gang of vicious youths who thought and acted like animals and had little 
compassion or feeling towards her or any other human being. Her buttocks 
quivered convulsively from the terrifying thought of what her fate was to be 
in a few short minutes. Her eyes skipped over the boys' faces and she saw no 
mercy or reprieve in their expressions, only undisguised bestial passion. 

"If I let you loose and take off that gag . . . will you promise not to 
scream or run away . . ." he asked. 

Her bobbing head up and down told her acquiescence to his demands, and he 
leaned forward to rip the adhesive tape from her lips. She spat out the 
handkerchief. 

"You little bastard!" she shot at him, and licked at her lips where the tape 
had made them raw. 

Dick guffawed. "That's it baby . . . show a little spunk!" 

Bobby's face had crimsoned, but Dick's remark turned his anger, the twisted 
grin returning to his face. 

"Yeah . . . that's right . . . a little fight'll make it more fun!" he 
agreed. 

Valerie sat up rubbing her mouth where the tape had chafed her, cruelly. 

Ralph spoke up, now, from where he stood in the corner. "It's about time for 
a drink . . . isn't it boys?" 

"Yeah . . . teacher'll have one with us too! Get some glasses! Should be 
some paper cups in there." 

Bobby looked over at Augie, who had sat down beside Valerie and was running 
his big paw of a hand over her full, pouting breasts, appreciatively, 
feeling their soft, silkiness as he teased a coral tipped nipple to 
involuntary erectness under his thumb and forefinger, and said, "Christ! You 
ever see such tits?" 

Shivering inwardly, Valerie tolerated the big youth's caresses. She had 
already faced her point of decision, passed it, her mind made up that there 
was nothing she could do to delay or escape her fate. Resignedly, 
fatalistically, she had decided she would have to do their bidding; her 
cooperation would assure that she would not be hurt . . . or killed. Now, 
she waited, eagerly, for Ralph to return with glasses. They had brought 
liquor with them! That's what she needed to dull the shame and humiliation 
rising in her helpless body. 

Having raised both nipples to spiky hardness, Augie used his mouth, sucking 
up the entire aureole; he used his tongue and the roof of his mouth to nurse 
at a breast, the suction becoming increasingly painful, until, suddenly, 
again that unexplainable, now familiar warmth flowed out, permeating her 
breasts, racing through her belly and igniting a flame in her loins. She 
moaned with the horrible pleasure of it, her hand stealing up to his neck to 
pull his massive shaggy head in close to her. 





What's happening to me . . .? God! That feels wonderful! His mouth . . . 
just his mouth on my breast . . . is making me hot all over again! It's 
wrong . . . so wrong! I shouldn't be reacting to a . . . a stranger like 
this! But, I feel so . . . sexy . . . and wanton . . . almost like I want 
them to . . . f-fuck me! Oh, Dear Lord! Forgive me! I don't want this! This 
way I'm . . . a . . . whore! A whore! Am I? Am I a whore? Oh, Dear God! I'd 
rather die! 

Her hips began to undulate, almost imperceptibly at first, and the muscles 
of her thighs relaxed, allowing them to fall open an inch or two. Bobby, 
watching, saw and his hand went out to travel the full length of her soft 
inner thigh, caressing, kneading and teasing, arriving, finally, at the 
closed, pink slit, and with a deep shameful groan from her lips, her 
beautiful, gilded thighs, the smooth, tanned skin forming little 
goose-bumps, splayed open to his plundering hand. His finger dipped lightly 
into the thinly trembling slit below, viscous, pearly moisture melting it as 
he teased the tip up through her open defenseless furrow to the enshrinement 
of her clitoris within the soft, palpitating flesh of her golden, hair-lined 
cunt. 

Ralph came bustling into the room carrying five stacked paper cups. Bobby 
looked up at him, his face twisting into his horrible grin. 

"What the hell took you so long." he laughed. 

"Shut up. I had to find 'em!" 

The broad-faced Ralph took a bottle of bourbon from his pocket and poured, 
carefully, handing a cup to Valerie, first. 

"Here you are, teacher . . ." he laughed lasciviously. 

"Thank you . . ." 

When they all had their drinks in hand, Ed raised his glass and smiled 
evilly at them, "A toast . . . to our new teacher!" 

Bobby giggled and drank; Augie and Ralph clinked glasses with Dick and 
grinned; Valerie took a large swallow, gasping as the potent whiskey slid 
down her throat. She wanted it only for the alcohol; she knew it would make 
her coming ordeal easier. 

Valerie drained her glass, quickly, and held it out for a refill. Ralph 
understood. When Bobby did not reach for the bottle, he did, giving her an 
extra finger's depth, for good measure. 

"There!" Ralph said. "That'll deaden things a little for you." 

Rising to his feet, Augie spat, "All right! Enough of this crap! Drink that 
down, Baby . . . You're going to get fucked . . . but good! 

Dick laughed. "On with the show!" 

"No, please!" she gasped, shaking her head violently from side to side, as 
if the intensity of her protest could stem the inevitable cruelty of the 
attack. But Valerie knew it was in vain and her protestations were muffled 
by Ralph's hand as he stepped behind her, clapping one hand over her mouth 
and grasping her shoulder with the other. Augie stepped into place between 
her thighs, pushing her legs brutally apart. She stared fixedly into the 
pitiless brown eyes of the youth, her brain struggling for the proper words 
of entreaty. Dick and Bobby pulled her shoulders down to the floor, 
pinioning her arms out until now she was spread-eagled before Augie who 
knelt before her looking down, hands on hips, hovering menacingly over her 
helpless form. 

"Shit man," Augie chuckled to Bobby, "if you weren't my new found friend, I 
sure would like to tear off a little piece of this right now. Look at that 
tight little pussy squirm!" 

"Go on, man!" Bobby urged the other boy. "Loosen her up for me. She just 
doesn't know how much she's gonna like this. Lick her cunt!" The word cunt 
triggered them and they started tearing off clothes and flinging them in all 
directions. 

Augie gazed down at the long tanned thighs that merged into the tender pink 
lips of the young voluptuous teacher's cunt, his eyes bulging with hot 
uncontrolled desire. Moving his hands under the full rounded cheeks of her 
buttocks, he placed his thumbs on either side of the soft hair-lined cleft 
between them and pressed out gently. Her buttocks clenched together against 
the pressure he was exerting, but her muscles slowly tired, bit by bit, 
relaxing until he had pulled the lips of her cunt wide apart, straining open 
her thighs until the painfully stretched muscles ached. Bringing his face 
down to the same level with the thin blonde hair-lined fold of flesh that 
covered her vagina, he could see a slight moisture forming and glistening as 
the protectively closed lips slipped wider apart. 

The boy gazed greedily for a moment and then with an animal like groan. he 
dropped his head and buried the full length of his long slippery tongue 
snake-like into the warm throbbing walls of her naked pussy. 

Valerie jerked a tortured moan escaping from deep in her chest. Tears 
streamed in tiny rivulets as the helplessness of her position leapt through 
her confused mind. She tried to struggle to her elbows. determined to stop 
the lewd outrages he was perpetrating on her naked body, but the sudden 
sight of the other boys grinning in vicious triumph above her choked back 
the sound of protest rising from her throat. There was no hope, she knew, 
and the only way to get out of this room without being hurt more was by 
submitting to their obscene demands. Still, her naked buttocks ground down 
into the paper map on the cold hard floor, trying to escape the boy's 
maddening assault on her secret genitals. She forced her head up, her eyes 
wide in terror to see him hunched on all fours between her wide-spread 
thighs, grinning up at her between her proud, upstanding breasts like a 
beast of prey ready to pounce on its helpless victim. The pink, moist flesh 
of her naked vagina was presented up to his leering face in defenseless 
sacrifice, and he drew her tiny, now erect clitoris wetly into his hot, 
moist mouth. He nibbled at it with the sharp tips of his teeth until she 
cried out in pain. His head moved lower and his mouth and tongue worked at 
the wide-spread tightness of her cunt. With eyes opened wide in arrogant 
delight, he watched the contortions of her face up through the quivering 
mounds of her breasts. He was waiting, they were all waiting for the first 
signs of total surrender they were so certain would momentarily come. 

She groaned over and over to herself in open humiliation, her head falling 
back to the floor, rolling helplessly from side to side, while his tongue 
speared in and out of her involuntarily dilating cunt-lips. Random crazy 
pictures of last night flickered through her mind as she heard the vile wet 
sucking noises Augie was making down between her open legs. Valerie had 
never felt so alone and helpless in her life, but she clung to the last 
vestige of her dignity, vowing that even if she were to be raped and 
humiliated, she would not allow herself to be aroused by these beastly young 
teenage ruffians. 

The boy's eyes remained locked on her face as he continued the torturing 
thrusts of his long slippery tongue into her vagina. He watched the helpless 
tears falling over her cheeks, feeling cruel satisfaction with his actions. 
Before they were through, she would be crawling on her knees begging for 
more. 

In spite of her terror and revulsion at the frightening offenses being 
perpetrated on her vulnerable genitals, Valerie felt tiny wisps of pleasure 
begin to purl deep down in her belly, and her firm round breasts seemed 
swollen and sensitive as they jiggled sensuously from the tonguing her lower 
body was undergoing. 

She clenched her eyes shut, fighting the wild whirlpools of lewd sensation 
that were building in her loins. She knew she must not succumb as she had 
the last night to the instinctive betrayal of her body. 

Suddenly, the ravaging lips lifted from her burning cunt and the young hands 
no longer pinioned her legs. Dear God, she had been delivered! 

Smiling salaciously, he drawled, "Teacher, it's gonna be a real pleasure to 
fuck you. Why, Miss Fenton," he chuckled menacingly, "Just take it from a 
student, there's nothing worse than a teacher who can't throw a good fuck." 

Overcome with dread, Valerie cringed back to the floor. From somewhere among 
the grinning faces that seemed to fill her vision, Valerie heard Bobby's 
voice. 

"Man, she's a wild one. You sure you can handle that, Augie?" 

"Baby, by the time I'm finished with her, you'll know what wild really 
means. She'll be so wound up, you'll have to fight her off!" 

Augie crouched down between her wide splayed legs, leaning over to fasten 
his teeth harshly into the nipple of her heaving left tit. She groaned in 
pain, attempting to twist away from the sudden sharp torture, but her 
shoulders were held painfully to the floor. The boy's lips roamed wetly over 
the creamy-white mounds, causing a blissful shock that descended 
feather-like to her naked genitals. 

"Oh, no, please! Don't do it to me anymore!" she pleaded through her tears 
of shame and humiliation. 

Augie moved back, squatting between her slightly parted legs and she could 
feel his hands beginning to stretch open her thighs, working up to her 
totally unprotected pussy. Her body arched up as she felt his thumbs on the 
soft pink lips of her vagina, spreading them wider and wider apart. She 
shuddered as Augie's middle finger pushed between the soft protective folds 
of the young fleece-lined flesh surrounding her vagina, moaning pitifully as 
his finger wormed its way into the now wet and open passageway. He rolled 
his finger in tiny growing circles deeper and deeper between her legs. 

The faint flickering of arousal she had felt before began to grow to a 
delicious electrical sensation, rippling gently in tiny waves along her back 
and down her legs. Tears of humiliation cascaded warmly down her face as she 
found herself reacting involuntarily to the maddening caresses of her open 
genitals. She was wet between her legs and found her hips suddenly squirming 
in mindless response to the light teasing of his fingers. 

Valerie gasped and caught her breath as the finger that had enlarged and 
stretched the now-lubricated walls of her vagina slipped wetly out with a 
moist sucking sound. She felt exhausted and could no longer find the 
strength to resist the vile monstrous fondling of her secret parts that she 
had kept virginal with puritanical New England restraint for twenty-five 
years. 

Suddenly, Augie was kneeling above her, his long heavy cock jutting over her 
trembling loins like a loaded cannon ready to explode. The boy leaned over 
and she felt the large bulbous head of the vulgar instrument moving up and 
down in the wide-spread slit of her vagina, parting the soft resilient pubic 
hair in preparation for the vaginal splitting entry she knew was coming. She 
tried to close her legs, but the boy pushed them open, holding them cruelly 
apart with his knees. 

"Hold her tight, you guys! I just gotta get into that tight little pussy!" 
the youth gasped, as he rested one hand over her shoulder to support himself 
and, with the other, grasped his huge pulsating cock. 

Valerie's head fell back to the floor, her eyes shut tightly against the 
lurid picture of the young student aiming his lustfully throbbing cock 
toward the helplessly cringing little passageway up between her legs. The 
pole-like shaft was large, she knew it would stretch her narrow slit 
asunder. She held her breath for what seemed to be an eternity, petrified in 
utter subjugation under him, as she felt the first soft electrical contact 
against the sensitive coral-lipped opening of her involuntarily flowing 
pussy. 

"Oh, noooo! You're hurting me," she finally whimpered as the tip found the 
opening in the swollen lips of her cunt and gently thrust inside. It was a 
tentative gesture at first, but when he met his first resistance, he pushed 
forward harder. She felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the 
unbearable pressure. 

She was suddenly screaming incoherently as the lust-crazed youth wormed the 
blood-gorged head in another tortured inch. She jerked open her eyes and saw 
the evil sadistic grin above her. Good God, he was killing her and he was 
reveling in it! He was relishing the sight of her suffering beneath the 
cruelty of his slow, relentless penetration of her helplessly exposed cunt. 
He pressed forward again, flexing his buttocks with all his strength against 
the virginal resistance of her newly-violated cunt, until suddenly . . . it 
gave. 

He came down heavily upon her, his weight flattening her breasts against her 
ribs. His long sleek cock rammed into her cunt with a roaring fury, pushing 
the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in helpless rippling waves before 
it. Finally with a loud groan, his pelvis slammed against hers, his balls 
slapping heavily into the upturned cheeks of her ass. His thick hard cock 
was sunk to its fullest depth in her helplessly quivering belly as she felt 
the hardness of the smooth rubbery head pressed deep against her cervix. Her 
vaginal passage felt as if his plundering rod had ripped it into a thousand 
tiny shreds when he speared into her without mercy or thought of hurting 
her, battering and smashing all before it. Valerie's quiet moans of pain and 
humiliation went unheeded and unheard. There was no reason to struggle or 
fight anymore, he had conquered her. There wasn't one tiny ridge of flesh on 
his penis that she could not feel as it pressed tight against the soft flesh 
walls of her cunt. The savage prick was enclosed in the moist warm sheath 
like a sword sliced cruelly into its piteous victim's belly. She lay still, 
afraid to move for fear of the additional pain it might bring. 

Hot breath saturated her nostrils as the boys named Ralph and Dick, leaned 
closer over her trembling body. Their faces hung within inches of her 
exciting nakedness, watching as if hypnotized by the raping of the 
voluptuous young teacher by this big brute who had skewered into her soft 
flesh in fiendish delight. Then, she was dimly aware of the one called 
Ralph's, clutching hands, squeezing and massaging her tender left breast, 
clawing at every part of her he could reach, while Dick's hand seemed to 
come out of nowhere to pinch at her full ripe right one, digging angrily and 
sadistically. 

To her surprise, the pain lessened as she felt her soft vaginal passage 
expanding further. Suddenly, Augie flexed his huge member inside her vagina, 
reviving the excruciating anguish to an even greater degree. 

"Told you I'd stretch that tight little pussy of yours, baby," he tormented, 
flexing the punishing instrument with diabolical cunning. 

"Aaaaaggghhh!" she groaned, her face contorted in pain from the inhuman, 
agonizing impalement. Over her, the boy grinned in lewd enjoyment of the 
agonized expression on her face. 

"Good . . . ain't it?" he panted, leering over her. 

The mammoth cock swelled again and her body felt on fire with the pain that 
racked her wide stretched body like bolts of flesh-searing lightning. "Oh 
yes!" she cried, afraid he would hurt her more. 

"Then, beg for it, bitch!" he spat out at her. "Say it! Say it, tell me to 
fuck you!" 

"No-No, no . . . I just can't," she stumbled. She fought with all her 
strength and courage against this final humiliation that these young boys, 
like the men who had fucked her before, were trying to force upon her. 
"Haven't you done enough?" 

The boy just grinned down at her in depraved satisfaction, and heaved his 
pelvis forward with all his strength, somehow burying his massive rod of 
flesh another half inch in her tortured vagina. 

"Ooooo God! Oh. fuck me! Fuck me!" she hissed, her resistance broken by the 
pain and helplessness of the situation. Her humiliation and degradation were 
complete. She would never be the same again. Suddenly nothing mattered but 
the monstrous swollen prick that had battered into her. She felt a strange 
thrill of masochistic pleasure as the pain slowly diminished and she felt 
the tight narrow passage widening slightly. 

Augie began a slow teasing rotation of his rigid cock deep inside her womb. 
As though her body were severed from her mind, Valerie's hips began swaying 
in involuntary reaction. Lewd flames of desire were coursing through her 
veins and she no longer bore the will to fight it. She was about to 
surrender totally to this boy lying between her open legs, and the mere 
thought sent chills running along the base of her spine. 

As Augie's rocklike member pistoned into her in savage assault, Valerie's 
body began to twitch and writhe beneath him and she groaned incessantly up 
into the moistness of his mouth, shoving her tongue with a sudden complete 
abandon deep into his throat. Faint mewls of passionate, servile acceptance 
rose from deep in her chest, her face twisted with newly-awakened passion, 
mouth working, neck muscles corded, a light sweat bursting out on her 
forehead under the now disheveled pale blonde hair. 

The pain had faded and her legs on either side of the impaling staff of 
flesh were jerking and quivering through the air in uncontrolled abandon. 
Her tortured mind had blanked out all but thoughts of the indecently 
delicious sensations of lying beneath this strong youth who had taken her to 
fuck against her will. Suddenly, she wanted only to give back to him what he 
was giving her. 

She felt Augie slide his hands down over her torso and under the soft smooth 
globes of her moving buttocks, grasping them harshly, one in each hand as he 
began to move with greater frenzy. She flexed and unflexed the muscles 
beneath his fingers as he jerked her hips roughly upward. As she pulled back 
her thighs, the moist wet hole of her cunt flowered open to greedily welcome 
his cock to greater and greater depths. 

"Jack me off!" 

Valerie suddenly heard Ralph's harsh command through a haze of her own lust 
and degradation. Trancelike, she looked up to see the boy kneeling next to 
her head, his heavily throbbing penis standing erect not six inches from her 
face. She was unable to speak, to loosen her grip from the obscene trap she 
was in as he knelt beside her. 

"Take me in your hand, bitch!" he rasped again, his legs wide-spread before 
her cringing face, close to her ears. "No, don't touch it!" he recanted, a 
cruel sadistic idea lighting his eyes "Suck me!" he hissed, pushing the 
lewdly pulsating head even closer toward her face. "Kiss my prick! Suck it, 
teacher, that's what I want!" 

As Augie's virily hardened young cock fucked in and out of her cunt below 
with a slow hypnotizing rhythm, she gazed up at the glistening white length 
that hovered above her face. Then, without hesitation, without thought., she 
twisted her head and licked the tip of the rigidly pulsating cock. Its 
distinctive male sex taste sent uncontrollable tremors through her. 

Though her neck ached from the strain of the awkward position, she gradually 
explored Ralph's cock with her tongue. She grazed its smooth, rubbery head 
with her teeth, tickling the tiny hole with the point of her tongue, then 
brought her mouth down to the softly dangling sacs of his heated young 
sperm, the wiry hairs tickling her tongue as her warm saliva dripped along 
the organ. She went wild with the erotic new sensations, thrilling to the 
unexpectedly pleasant taste of his fresh young cock and testicles. 

The sweating Augie slaved above her, breaking into long deep strokes that 
tore his cock almost all the way from her clasping vagina, then thrust 
forward into her uplifted buttocks until she could hear the loud smacks of 
his balls slapping down against the nakedly open crevice of her anus. 
Without warning, she felt Augie's fingers crawling down the cleft of her ass 
toward the tiny target, the small puckered hole cradled defenselessly below, 
flirting teasingly with it like a small hard tongue. He pushed into it with 
a sudden quick movement, and gasping at the new and unexpected pain, she 
felt the soft rubbery flesh yield before his attack. Though she moaned in 
painful protest, inadvertently freeing Ralph's cock from her mouth, the boy 
thrust harder, working his finger around inside, stretching the tight 
surrounding ring wider and wider. A second finger forced its way in, and the 
groans of painful subjugation gave way to softer moans of pleasure as her 
tiny rectum slowly became accustomed to the strange unnatural invasion. She 
wantonly screwed back on his probing fingers as the boy methodically probed 
the warm rubbery depths. Hopelessly impaled between his hard throbbing cock 
in her vagina and his fingers shoved in her asshole, she turned her head 
away from Ralph's cock as the boy tried to push it once more into the warm 
moist cavern of her mouth. 

"Hey, man, let's turn her over!" she heard Ralph whisper in breathless 
impatience. "The bitch won't give me any!" 

"Yeah, baby, that's wild," Augie said in lascivious approval. "Roll over, 
bitch. We're gonna give you a cock sandwich!" 

Valerie groaned in humiliation and frustration as Augie ceased in mid-stroke 
and lifted off of her. 

"Turn over," he brutally commanded her, pushing the naked young teacher's 
battered body over on her stomach. He grabbed impatiently at her hips and 
helped her to her knees. She rested, panting for a moment on all fours, her 
buttocks waving high in the air and her face resting on the map covered 
floor. 

"Come on . . . you guys. For Christ's sake . . . she's my teacher too!" 
Bobby suddenly snarled. "Move. I get in on this too . . . and I know where I 
want to be!" In a flash, the boy slid under Valerie's subserviently kneeling 
body and insinuated himself under her, his prick poling up like a young 
bull's. Reaching up he grabbed her hips and impaled her open vagina with one 
deft stroke onto his burgeoning virile young manhood. His eyes closed 
ecstatically as he felt the hotly dripping cunt mouth close over his aching 
throbbing shaft and he grated out between clenched teeth, bared by his tight 
lips, "Okay, boys. Let 'er buck!" 

Augie mounted her rapidly from behind, cruelly shoving the long hard cock 
deep into her defenseless, but already once broken in, rectum, causing her 
to jump forward in surprise at the sudden lunge. Her face ran head-on to 
Ralph's waiting cock that rammed without warning into Valerie's mouth. The 
boy kneeling before her on the floor, his knees on either side of Bobby's 
head grasped both sides of her head vise-like between his strong calloused 
hands and held it firmly. He fucked into her face viciously, and Valerie 
gagged as using her mouth as he would a cunt, he rammed the hard fleshy 
shaft half-way down her throat, the full length disappearing into her 
roundly ovaled lips almost to the hilt. 

Suddenly her hand was wrapped around Dick's huge young cock at the side and 
he began whimpering and thrusting, fucking his throbbing shaft into her 
hotly perspiring hand. 

"Oh, nooooo . . ." she groaned in disbelief as they buffeted her back and 
forth like a rag doll between them, using her helpless body like a helpless 
receptacle in which they would pump their lewd, heated sperm. But then, the 
very helplessness of her position came to her mind and the idea of being 
fucked brutally by four excited boys at the same time aroused her, reviving 
the great hunger she had felt only moments before. She began to thrust her 
buttocks in tiny luxuriant circles, clenching with her anal passage at 
Augie's imbedded rod and then rocking forward, clasping with her cunt 
muscles at the hot fleshy pole burrowing into her pussy from below. And all 
of a sudden, in spite of her puritanical upbringing, she wanted to have it 
all, to flood her insides with their hot sticky cum, until it splashed down 
onto her straining thighs. She sucked ravenously at the prick in her mouth, 
her cheeks hollowing and puffing with his cruel battering and pulled 
savagely on the prick in her hand. She wanted it to explode into her mouth, 
to taste the warm, living sperm and feel it rolling down her throat. She was 
no longer human but a great mass of quivering sensual flesh, unable to 
think, only feel and feel more. 

The young boy behind her grasped her hips, quickening his pace, hot and 
pulsating and deep, and the tormenting agony of pleasure caused her to push 
back against his heaving loins with all her strength. The plane of her loins 
was held high, wide open to the pile-driving thrusts of his pelvis as he 
smacked brutally into her. She was a bundle of loose nerve ends, jarred 
beyond recall by the exquisite sensation prickling in her asshole and the 
overpoweringly magnificent pressure building within her cunt. 

"Oh, oh, yesssssss!" she chanted around the rampaging cock now locked 
tightly in her mouth, her lovely young face contorted to an unrecognizable 
mask of wildly abandoned passion. 

She knew that this was it! It was more powerful than she had ever imagined 
and all these years she had been denying herself! 

The youths grunted and groaned as they thrust into the open orifices at each 
end of her helpless young body, driving their cocks as if to meet somewhere 
deep inside her belly . . . Valerie's body drove on, her breasts quivering 
as her body was buffeted back and forth between the quadruple ravishment. 
There was nothing else in the world, no tomorrow, no yesterday, no job, no 
students, nothing but this deep dark dream of lust and flesh, of belly 
slapping against head, pubic hair against pubic hair. 

She groaned as if in anguish, squealing in intense passion. Her body arched 
and she clasped tightly to Augie's heaving muscular buttocks with one hand. 
Suddenly, with the rising storm of her own orgasm, she felt the cock fucking 
into her from below, swelling and throbbing. Bobby's virile young hardness 
ground into her exposed clitoris, causing her to tremble convulsively, 
jerking forward to bury the other cock deep in her madly sucking mouth and 
then back onto the one skewering mercilessly in her rectum. 

Then the cock fucking into her face burst wildly in her mouth with its 
pungent male liquid, her cheeks expanded like a balloon to keep herself from 
gagging on the floods of sperm that jetted deep into her throat. Small 
droplets trickled from the corners of her mouth as she swallowed madly, 
fearful of losing even a drop of the precious fluid. 

As Ralph's deflated penis slipped from her still hungrily sucking lips, she 
screwed her buttocks back hard against the driving cock in her rectal 
passage, and with a scream from between tightly clenched teeth, felt her own 
body ready to explode like a thousand tiny fire crackers. 

Ralph groaned, "Son-of-a-bitch! I thought I'd never stop cumming!" 

Dick leaned close to watch from his kneeling position, as Valerie's hand 
beat now closer and closer. 

"Man! She can really eat cock . . . can't she . . . ? Dick said to no one in 
particular. 

Looking over at him, Ralph gasped, "Why in the hell don't you move in . . . 
and let her suck it for you! Here . . . trade places with me!" 

With a grateful moan, Dick moved in and holding his prick with his hand 
guided it to her waiting, sperm-glistening lips poising just below her 
mouth. He advanced the last inch. It brushed her lips. She kissed the 
swollen head, lightly, and Dick gasped; next, she extended her tongue and 
laved the head, licking it all around like a child at an ice-cream cone on a 
hot summer day. Dick's breathing became hard, raspy. 

"Oh, God! That feels good!" 

Involuntarily, he thrust his hips up at her face, the head of his giant cock 
popping through her lips and into her mouth. Valerie closed her lips over it 
and began to suck, using her already semen-slickened tongue in tiny teasing 
swirls around the throbbing head; then with slow, measured strokes, she 
moved her head up and down, absorbing him only as far as she could. She 
heard him begin to gasp louder and faster, and she began to speed her 
working mouth on him. 

Meanwhile, the searing sensations in her wildly, seething cunt were building 
to unbearable tension as young Bobby Landers began to pound his hardened 
cock into her with even more powerful and longer strokes. 

Valerie's happiness knew no bounds! She was filled with cock! A marvelous 
instrument was filling her cuntal passage; a massive tool was in her 
sensitive mouth; another was grinding around deep up in her inhumanly 
stretched anal passage. God! It was wonderful. 

Now, she became aware that Dick was reaching his climax. Suddenly, he 
reached out to her, tangled his fingers in her hair and began to move her 
head faster, ramming her lips farther down on his jerking cock with each 
down stroke. His loins began to move, drubbing his rod up into her mouth 
with wild abandon. 

He came! From somewhere deep down in his chest, a deep grunting sound began, 
changing to a rising wail as he neared the point of ejaculation; then he was 
spewing his load into her mouth, the viscous liquid literally jetting from 
the slit in the head to fill her mouth. She gulped and wildly swallowed it 
all to join deep in the hungrily absorbing pit of her belly that of the 
first boys. 

"000000oooooh!" he screamed. "Oh, Christ!" He slumped back onto the floor. 

He pulled his deflating cock out of Valerie's mouth, a long string of semen 
clinging to it. 

Bobby began plunging without mercy into her hotly steaming cunt. He had 
begun to race for his orgasm. 

Valerie strained over him, arching herself off and then down to push her 
loins onto him, her cunt grinding down on his hardened slippery cock, with 
each thrust, countering him, straining to absorb all of him into her. There 
was nothing in the world but this for her. She wanted it to go on forever. 

Her senses were shattered by the strength of her climax when it came to her. 
She held her breath, as great convulsive spasms of welcome relief exploded 
inside and enveloped her, and she was transported to a strange land of 
wildly flashing colors and clashing noises. "Oooooooh God!" she ground out 
in her passion. "I'm cumming! Oh God, I'm cumming!" 

Augie rammed into her without mercy, coming to his own orgasm in a crescendo 
of furiously hard thrusts, the viscid milk of his sex rushing through him, 
hose-like, to jet into the warmly, moist depths of her tender walled rectal 
channel. He collapsed on top of her panting for breath. 

"0000000000000000hhhhhhhhhhhhhh! OOooooohhhhhhhh! FFUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKK ITTTT!" 
Valerie screamed as her womb flooded and her arching convulsing body jerked 
on wildly. She climaxed again and again, soaring on the wave afterward of 
incredible sensation that flooded her like ravaging tides eating away the 
shore. 

She lay panting and gasping for breath, a deflated and defeated mass of 
helplessly quivering, well fucked female flesh. Dimly she was aware of leave 
taking, young cocks, deflated and spent pulled from the nakedness of her 
sperm-flooded body and she was alone. Her eyes fluttered open to find 
herself lying on the crumpled map of the world all spotted now with the 
thick white pools of her debauchery with the four young students. 

Chapter Nine 



The vast new forum hall at Monte Mar High School was filled to capacity for 
the regular school board meeting. The large audience of parents shuffled and 
whispered noisily as the board rambled through the agenda before them. 
Taylor Crane looked out over the audience, surveying his domain. 

As the interminable business of the meeting dragged on, the audience became 
more and more restless. At last the board chairman, Martin Smith cleared his 
throat and began to read. 

"Fellow Board members, Dr. Crane. The next item is the proposal to close Rio 
Sur School. As you know this is our only remaining one room school house. It 
seems obvious that this is a holdover from earlier times. We no longer live 
in a rural agricultural society and while our other schools have flourished 
and benefited from up to date methods, equipment and teachers, this one 
school has been neglected and allowed to deteriorate. I would like to put 
forward that this school is an aging eyesore that drags down the whole 
system. We inherited it from earlier boards who simply pushed the problem 
under the rug. I feel it's time we did something about it." 

"Wait a minute. My kid went there!" A tall man rose to his feet shouting. 
"Miss Fenton helped him get a scholarship to a good college. She may be an 
old fashioned teacher but what's wrong with that? Just cause things are new 
don't make them better." 

The uproar began. Taylor Crane watched and waited as it swirled around him. 
The emotional parents screeched loud and long and as usual, no one came up 
with a single valid argument to back up their statements of passionate 
loyalty to Valerie Fenton. It became painfully obvious that, with Crane's 
help, that the district was, in effect, supporting a private school for 
special students, at the expense of the entire system. 

"Gentlemen," Taylor Crane stood up to his full height and looked around, 
waiting for the angry voices to cease. When the large room was absolutely 
quiet, he said in a calm and reasonable voice, "I should like to submit my 
report on the matter to the board." He handed around the typed report to the 
board members. "My recommendation, as you can see, is to close the school. I 
believe my findings are in order. The cost benefit analysis gives us the 
picture pretty clearly. Even if it did not, may I say that I feel there is 
no way to bring this school into the programs we have in progress in the 
other schools. That in effect we would be keeping open an aging, outmoded 
unit as a costly memorial to what some of the parents feel is an 
irreplaceable teacher. Gentlemen, I think you will agree that none of us are 
indispensable. In fact, it simply isn't good business to have any one 
teacher who cannot willingly and eagerly be assigned to any school in the 
district. No other teacher would have Rio Sur. So, should something happen 
to Miss Fenton, we would be forced to close Rio Sur anyway. I propose we do 
it now. I propose we adjourn to executive session and discuss the reports at 
this time." 

When the board returned from their private executive session twenty minutes 
later, most of the audience had gone home. The verdict had become clear in 
the course of Taylor Crane's few well chosen words. 

The chairman of the board rapped his gavel for attention even though the 
audience that was left was already quiet. "The board has voted unanimously 
to close Rio Sur School. Students living in the area will be bussed to town 
schools at the district expense and absorbed into other schools." 

Valerie sat listlessly staring out the window of her living room. She knew 
there was the fatal school board meeting tonight but nothing and no one 
seemed to matter anymore. The school and all her ambitions and hopes seemed 
very far away, a memory from another life lived very long ago. 

When the phone rang late in the evening, she stared at it stupidly, not 
knowing at first why it shrilled. Finally she picked it up. Her face 
emotionless she heard the news from Taylor Crane's own lips. It no longer 
seemed to have anything to do with her. The triumph in his voice was wasted 
on her. For the old Valerie Fenton no longer existed. She had been buried 
along with her rigid New England background, buried somewhere in the depths 
of the body of her new counterpart. 

"Thank you for calling," Valerie muttered dutifully into the phone and hung 
it back in its niche. 

Closing the school had only been a formality. The new Valerie Fenton would 
never teach again. 

It was not a calling that would excite her nor would she feel fit to ever 
influence young minds again. 

Idly she wandered around the cottage, looking at everything as though they 
were artifacts from a long ago age. A piece of paper stuck out of a book. 
She pulled it out and stood looking down at it for long minutes. The words 
leaped out at her and branded her mind with their rightness. They pointed 
the way to her new life. 

. . ."then worms shall try 

That long-preserved virginity, 

And your quaint honor turn to dust, 

And into ashes all my lust. 

The grave's a fine and private place, 

But none, I think, do there embrace." 

It was true. Valerie Fenton, old fashioned teacher, had been living for 
twenty-five years in the grave of her own repression and no one had ever 
truly embraced her there. But in the past few days she had climbed out of 
that grave and embraced a new life. Bruce Landers had pulled her out of it. 

The book and mimeographed paper fell from her hand as Valerie went to the 
closet and pulled down a coat to throw around her shoulders. The lights 
still glowed as she ran out the door, started her car and turned it down the 
road toward the canyon. Embraces awaited her, eager young arms to keep her 
from ever falling back in the grave.
