niggers/ZooTracker_Torrents/Petbooks/rws-181.txt

RWS-181 Present For Teacher by Jackson Robard


Chapter 1


"God, you're beautiful, Miriam," Roger Trenton said in hushed awe as he 
stood near the lovely blonde woman. "You're the most beautiful woman 
I've ever known."

"Nonsense," Miriam Dodge softly giggled. "I'm a thirty-four year old 
English teacher past her prime. Flattery will get you nowhere, Roger."

"You know you're every bit as youthful looking as when you were twenty. 
Why, if I didn't know better, I'd say you could be my son Mark's older 
sister."

The handsome, dark-haired man spoke with genuine admiration in his 
voice as he rapturously studied her magnificently-proportioned body. 
She was sitting in a relaxed position on a striped blanket, their 
picnic lunch spread around her like an offering, and her hand was 
slightly stroking the heavily furred neck of Roger's German Shepherd 
dog, Buck. Golden sunlight of the abnormally hot Indian summer filtered 
through surrounding pines and gilded her already tanned form like an 
admiring spotlight from the Gods. From where Roger stood at the other 
side of the mossy clearing, the pretty school teacher was the ultimate 
he had ever desired in a woman, and his leanly muscular thighs throbbed 
to possess all of her ripely curvaceous flesh.

Miriam Dodge was wearing far less than she really thought to be proper, 
considering she had hardly known Roger Trenton for more than a month. 
He was the biology instructor and assistant coach at Logansville High 
School, and she had met him when she'd joined the faculty in late 
August, preparatory to the coming school year. Now, in the third 
Saturday of September, he had convinced her to share a picnic with him 
in the wooded foothills west of the small Northern California 
community. She had eagerly agreed, having had enjoyable evening dates 
with him almost constantly since they'd met. Unfortunately, she had 
discovered this morning that her only clothes casual enough for 
mountainous trails were terribly revealing. The thinly sheer blouse 
barely hid her high-set, widely-spaced breasts whose rose-tipped 
nipples were clearly etched in the flimsy fabric of her thin brassiere. 
The taut material tapered down over a thin, girlish waist and flat, 
smooth stomach to where her hugging pink shorts clung lovingly to her 
smoothly sloping hips, pulling against the gracefully jutting curves of 
her thighs. Below the cuff of the faded hot-pants, her legs were long 
columns of breathtakingly curved flesh which tapered gracefully into 
thin, well-formed ankles. And as she'd shed her pair of brown leather 
flats, her slim bare feet with their small toes peeked from where she 
had curled her ripely tanned legs beneath firmly rounded buttocks.

Miriam's long, satiny blonde hair framed a heart-shaped face that would 
cause any male to turn his head when she passed. Her azure blue eyes 
were set slightly apart and her dainty, pert nose was dotted with 
freckles across its bridge. Her full ripe mouth had the lower lips 
protruding slightly in an almost perpetual little-girl pout, which 
added a sensual look to her round dimpled chin and softly tanned satiny 
complexion. She was a mature blonde Venus that would attract admiring 
attention from the most discriminating men--and envy from women.

She blushed under the frankly brazen gaze with which the older man 
roamed her lovely body and she squirmed slightly with embarrassment on 
the blanket. She was aware that her clothes were more suitable to the 
flat beaches of Fort Lauderdale, Florida, where she had worn them up to 
her abrupt and shameful flight last June. Her first thought this 
morning had been to postpone her date with Roger until she could afford 
some new clothes, but then she had considered how much she wanted to be 
with him, and she had rationalized that the day was warm enough to 
allow her to appear so skimpily attired. Besides, she'd told herself as 
she'd dressed, she wanted to attract him very much and prove to herself 
that the evil curse she'd been living under had been broken by her 
flight across America to California.

"Darling ..." Roger said softly, "Darling Miriam ..."

"P-Please, Roger," she moaned. "Don't call me that."

"But I love you, Miriam. You certainly must be aware of that by now." 
He clenched his eyes tightly shut for a moment, brushing his hand 
through his thick black hair. "I think of you night and day, and if I 
don't say it I swear I'll go mad. Mad, do you hear? I ... Love ... 
You!" he said explosively through his teeth.

"You hardly know me, Roger," Miriam replied, swallowing thickly, her 
throat dry and constricted. "It's only been a month."

"I realize that," Roger sighed heavily. He bent down beside the 
murmuring stream and slowly revolved a bottle of red wine that was in 
the cold water, placed there earlier in order to chill it. His voice 
faltering, he managed to say; "I saw you that first day in the 
teacher's lounge and I said to myself then that you were the girl for 
me. I know it sounds foolish and certainly not very mature, but believe 
me, Miriam, I fell in love with you from the very first sight."

The lovely English teacher found that she was near to crying and she 
felt warm tears beginning to form around her eyes. She compressed her 
lips tightly, trying to control her own emotions, for she was truly 
attracted to this strong and virile man. Buck lifted his magnificent 
head and gently nuzzled her hand, licking her palm with a softly wet 
pink tongue as though he understood her distress. She glanced down at 
Roger's great and ever-present dog, managing to smile slightly in spite 
of herself.

"We ... We better change the subject," she said tenderly as Roger 
turned and stood up with the wine.

"I'd hate to ruin your day with my maudlin feelings," he replied, his 
words abruptly clipped, his tone an articulation of his disappointment. 
"I must seem like an idiot to you now."

"No, Roger," she moaned weakly. "No, you're not. And ... And it's not 
that I don't care for you. I do, I do very much."

"Then what is it?" he demanded, walking over to her.

"It's me." she whimpered, brushing the first real tear from her 
blurring eyes.

"Fine, just fine," he said sarcastically. He sat down beside her and 
viciously yanked at the cork of the bottle. "It's not me, which I can 
be glad about; the problem is with you. I'm not glad about that."

"Roger ... Give me time. Please give me a little more time." She 
lowered her eyes dejectedly, slowly shaking her head as she bit her 
trembling lip. "Be gentle with me, Roger."

He studied her for a long moment, then reached out for her other, free 
hand. "Darling, I'm sorry." His deep onyx eyes softened and a warm 
affectionate smile brought white, even teeth into view. "I guess I'm 
being selfish. I thought I'd never love another woman after my wife 
Karen died eight years ago, but now I've found you. I ... I want to 
marry you, Miriam, just as soon as I can."

She was unable to reply, only nodded mutely. She turned his hand so 
that her palm was against his and pressed gently, her own lovely blue 
eyes looking up into his. She searched his thin, expressive face with 
its prominent cheekbones and classic Roman nose, the finely delineated 
lips and deep dark eyes, and she intuitively knew at the bottom of her 
soul that he was sincere. He wanted to marry her, and, shockingly, she 
had to admit that she cared for him. He possessed an affable charm and 
forceful personality, and with his shirt off and his chest and back 
rippling with hard muscle, he was one of the most desirable men she had 
ever known. The urge to shout yes to him was nearly uncontrollable, but 
to care for him was one thing and to love him another. And then there 
was always the black and terrible cloud of her sordid, uncontrollable 
perversion hanging overhead ...

Roger thought he could detect a teardrop forming in one of her eyes. 
"You told me about your ex-husband," he said in a soothing tone. "I 
mean, if you're reluctant because of your bad experience with him, I 
can understand. But darling, I'm not like him. I'm not the kind who 
will beat you or take a belt to you. I want to cherish you, not hurt 
you."

"If ... If you were like that beast, I wouldn't be up here with you, 
Roger. No, it's not so much because of him ..."

"What then?" he asked plaintively. "You don't even like me, is that 
it?"

"I didn't say that! I couldn't say that!" she replied sincerely. She 
tried to think of something to say, something besides the truth that 
would inalterably kill any chance of them ever being together. "It's a 
reason of my own, and I simply can't tell you ... yet." A hurting lump 
crept into her throat, and she could only stammer, never having felt so 
inadequate in her life. "I ... I wish I could explain better; but ... 
but I simply can't, Roger. I'm terribly, terribly sorry, believe me 
..."

"Well, I guess if you say no, you mean no," he said, shaking his head 
sadly. He managed a feeble grin, even though his insides were churning 
in a bath of miserable dejection. "Have some more wine, at least."

Miriam watched him pour the wine into their glasses with apprehension. 
Already she'd consumed too much of the first bottle they'd shared 
during the picnic lunch, and she was feeling a little giddy and hot. 
She had to keep her head today, and behave properly ... and spirits of 
any kind affected her quickly. "I really don't think I should have any 
more," she said as Roger pressed the glass into her hand.

"Don't be silly, darling," he responded in a falsely bantering tone. 
"Let's have a toast to the most gorgeous woman in the world, you!" He 
raised his glass and saluted the lovely youthfully appearing woman 
beside him. "May she soon become my wife."

"Oh, Roger," she murmured disconsolately, but she lifted her glass and 
touched his. She sipped the heady red Pinot Noire, feeling it slide 
smoothly down her throat to warmly comfort her knotted stomach. She 
sipped again without thinking and then again ... before she had 
realized it, Roger was refilling her empty glass.

Miriam moved on the blanket so that she could rest her chin upon her 
drawn-up knees and lean dreamily against his chest. She wanted to let 
him know she was having fun and was pleased to be here with him, and 
for a short while they sat in silent pleasure, Buck on the other side 
of her as quiet as his master. She savored the sweet-smelling fragrance 
of the air and the featherish rustlings of the surrounding glade as a 
gentle breeze stirred the foliage. Above her, there was nothing in the 
sky except a dipping, caroling bluejay. Lazily she listened to the 
gurgling sounds of water over the rocks in the stream bed a few feet 
away ... The deliciously dulling illusion of liquor pervaded her worry 
clouded mind as she continued sipping the wine in her hand. She was 
glad to be here with Roger in this almost idyllic paradise. The last 
time she had been in the mountains with a man had been on her honeymoon 
ten years ago with Gregory Dodge, high in the Catskills, and that had 
turned into a hell on earth ...

She couldn't stop her thoughts from returning to that time so long ago, 
in spite of the fact that these memories were painful enough to make 
her outwardly wince. Miriam's mother had warned her about sex all 
during her formative years, instilling in her the warped fallacy that 
all men are nasty and brutish, and the result had been a sad farce of 
marital bliss. The wedding night had been one of stark terror for her 
as for the first time she'd seen a man's penis. Unlike the small non-
violent appearing organs she had seen on younger boys in her childhood, 
the turgid, blood-filled shaft which had stuck menacingly out from the 
much older man's plump white belly had made her cower under the covers 
and whimper with abject fear.

Gregory had taken her with unfeeling brutality that night as he had on 
every other subsequent occasion he'd had the urge to use her innocent 
young body. He had been the beast her mother had warned her a man would 
be, pummeling and beating her with a vengeance. By the middle of the 
first--and only--year of marriage he'd all but lost interest in sex and 
had been content to continue with an orgasm a month.

She had been worried that she was somehow at fault and had sought help. 
After reading many sex and marriage manuals she had become increasingly 
aware of other women's problems and her own situation, learning two 
important facts. For one, she had realized that there wasn't another 
woman in Gregory's life, as she'd suspected; but rather a constant 
stream of whores and sluts that would allow him to brutally whip them. 
And two, there came the startling discovery that she was budding into a 
sexually responsive young woman. She didn't want sex all the time, but 
her education had made her aware of the damage her mother had done; and 
this awareness had peeled away the false veneer of her frigidity from 
her true self. She had needed loving and she had been refused it by her 
sadistic husband. In the end, there had been only one solution--a 
lover.

To her bitter regret, young Miriam had not been able to respond to 
another man in the way she had hoped to. She had tried a number of 
normal, if adulterous affairs, but she seemed to subconsciously freeze 
up every time, and she could only accept her lovers in stiff and 
trembling rigidity. In desperation, she had hoped to direct her 
interests elsewhere, and had turned to teaching high school, for which 
she had earned a college diploma just prior to marrying. And it was 
then that all her nightmarish troubles had really begun.

The young boys in her class with their developing young muscles and 
leanly tapered bodies had struck an immediate chord in her own 
unsatisfied body. They were not men yet, and so to her inner mind they 
were "safe" for her to sexually respond to and enjoy--and a slowly 
growing yearning for fulfillment from any one of these virile young 
teenage boys had gradually taken over her thoughts. In the absence of 
love and security in her own home, Miriam's lewdly compelling desires 
to seduce her boy pupils had grown greater, with more and more 
insistent demands for relief. She had fought and fought against her 
compulsions until that fateful day a decade ago when she had given up 
completely and surrendered to the maddening emotions that had conquered 
her mind.

She'd never even learned that first one's name, only that he had been 
the delivery boy for the grocery store. She had opened the door to him 
and it was as though an evil spell had taken control of her mind. 
Lecherously, she had opened the thin nylon folds of her dressing gown 
and displayed her naked vagina, already wet with her arousal, to him. 
She had leaned back against the door and groaned aloud as she'd seen 
his thin young penis throb larger in reaction against his tightly 
clinging work-pants. He followed her down the hallway like a small, 
panting young puppy and it had been no time al all before she had 
stripped his clothes away and together they had thrashed nakedly 
against each other on she and her own husband's bed. For long, 
interminable hours, it had seemed, she had taught him almost all there 
was to do with the slender, virile young rod of flesh between his 
thighs. The boy had been everything she had ever hoped a man would be, 
and her hungrily waiting vagina had opened eagerly to accept him as 
he'd crawled feverishly over her body. And, when her tightly working 
vaginal walls had milked the hot youthful stream of his virile young 
semen from his small rigid cock, she had known then that she had never 
wanted this sensation to end.

After the delivery boy, there had been a succession of other young 
adolescents, many of them from her English classes, until, inevitably, 
she'd been caught. Even now she relived in her dreams the horror of 
that disgrace, and how Gregory had driven her from their home and city. 
The divorce had been engineered quietly, but not without her losing her 
job at the school and having to leave that up-state New York town. She 
had migrated all along the eastern seaboard since then, working where 
she could find a school district which was not too careful with its 
credentials check ... and all the while she'd continued her unnatural 
and uncontrollable seduction of all the tender young teenage boys she 
could find.

The last forbidden act had been committed in Florida. There had been no 
excuses this time; she had clearly picked the young teenager up and 
seduced him, and they had been caught by a state trooper, naked in a 
near-orgasmic session, in the rear of her car, her hungrily throbbing 
cunt filled with the hardness of his young male flesh. It had been 
three months now without another boy, the frightening scare of wildly 
driving from the Southern state before she could be brought to trial 
having been a coldly deterring memory. She had been using her fingers, 
finding no other way to fulfill her sexual passions, yet masturbation 
hardly ever released her drives as did the beautiful filling of her 
hungering vagina by a throbbingly virile boy-cock ...

And then out of nowhere had come Roger Trenton, tall and handsome, and 
his tender fourteen-year-old son, Mark. Her uncontrollable, perverse 
hunger had confronted her with a question agonizing consequence: was it 
Roger or his son whom she wanted to possess? Or both? Oh God, she would 
leave Longansville before she'd ruin three lives instead of only one.

Suddenly she realized that Roger was drawing closer to her and was 
whispering wetly into her ear. "You drive me wild," cooing softly, 
"God, I want to touch you, kiss you, make love to you ..."

"D-don't talk like that, Roger, please ..." she moaned. "It's the wine 
that's gone to your head." Even as she spoke, she heard her own slurred 
voice, and knew that she too had become slightly drunk in spite of her 
vow to watch herself.

"No, it's you who intoxicates me, Miriam. And ... by God, I am going to 
kiss you, right now!"

Before she could find the breath to protest, she was being gently 
twisted around and pressed tightly against his naked chest. She could 
taste the grape flavor of the wine as his lips enfolded over hers and 
his tongue slithered easily into her mouth, rubbing and searching ever 
so tenderly in the moisture for the softness of her own tongue. His 
firm manly body felt good against hers, its sinewy strength pressing 
against the pliant supple softness of her own breasts. Her lips parted 
and though still trembling, their glistening richness beckoned him to 
cover her mouth harder.

Her arms rose involuntarily to his neck and she pulled him closer 
against her sensuously responding body. She could feel his lips crush 
and suck at her mouth more urgently, and his hand sliding over her 
slim, softly trembling back. Her thoughts dulled by the alcohol and 
strained to the breaking point, her mind couldn't reject the lewd 
lascivious tinglings that were beginning to course through her 
involuntarily quivering loins. He felt so wonderful to her, and every 
delicious sensation and muddled thought worked to deaden the acutely 
painful horrors of her memory. Instinctively she began to respond to 
his subtle caresses and pressed her wanting body to him with every 
fiber of her strength. But all the while, in spite of the intensity of 
her response, there was a frightening hollowness alive in the pit of 
her stomach ...

"Oh God, no Roger," she whimpered, haunted by a fear of what might 
follow. "We ... have to go now. Late, gotta go home. Please, let me 
go!"

"Shhhhh, darling," he softly whispered in her ear. "You want me to hold 
you like this, darling, I know you do ..."

"I don't! I don't!" she groaned helplessly in his arms. But her words 
seemed to have no effect, either on the heavily aroused man or on the 
ominously pulsing bulge that was beginning to strain up against her 
belly. For a terrified moment, the vainly struggling woman fought even 
more desperately to escape his unwelcome caresses, but then, almost as 
quickly as they had begun, suddenly her traitorously accepting body 
ceased its struggle. In spite of her resolve not to, she was beginning 
to respond to the urgent passion of his kisses and the gentle yet firm 
pressure of his kneading hand around her fully rounded buttocks. She 
wished in that wistful moment that she could truly loose her 
inhibitions and do what should come naturally to her as the mature 
woman she with all her heart and soul desired to become.

God, Roger was arousing her! Maybe there was hope yet, for she was 
starting to become aroused in the way a healthy female ought to! 
Perhaps she could become normal and not let her lewd, unspeakable 
desires for young boys ruin her future with Roger and his son, Mark!

His hands began to teasingly explore her body, caressing the hardening 
swell of her breasts. She felt her nipples throb painfully against the 
sheer netting of her brassiere, and she felt tiny little butterfly-like 
sensations fluttering lightly through her stomach.

"There now, you love me feeling your breasts, don't you darling?" he 
partially whispered as his hand continued to stroke her breast outside 
her blouse.

Miriam moaned in desperation. She couldn't fight him. He was too strong 
for her and now her own body was beginning to betray her. The effects 
of the drink, as usual, had caused it to turn into a loose bundle of 
raw nerve-endings and her mind was rapidly losing control over it. And 
still came the sharp thought that she didn't want to stop him or 
herself ... that this time perhaps she would respond as she should to a 
man ...

She made no effort toward stopping the hotly aroused older man as he 
slipped inside her blouse and parted the buttons with an outward 
pressure of his hand. He cupped her brassiere-encased breasts, sending 
tiny licking flames of passion over her flesh. Small pinpricks of 
delicious feeling raced through the softly pulsing tips of the firmly 
responding mounds as he eased up the flimsy cloth cups and rolled the 
hardening naked nipples teasingly between his thumb and forefinger. She 
felt the heat of his breath rushing against her ear as he moved his 
head to bring his lips down to again lock wetly upon hers.

Subconsciously she thrust her tongue hungrily at him and he sucked it 
deeply into the wetness of his mouth. Oh God! His kisses were like hot, 
burning fire to her!

He eased his head away and whispered: "Let me take your clothes off 
darling. I want to see all of you naked ..."

Abruptly, realization of what she was doing struck her, and again the 
old fears and horrors returned. She thought about breaking away and 
running ... running to get lost ... but she doubted now that her legs 
would ever carry her!

"Come on, darling," he groaned in his all consuming desire for her.

Weakly she rolled her head back and form in limp protest but he moved 
over her regardless his arm embracing her as her hand went flat against 
his warm muscular chest, the soft patch of silk-like hair tickling her 
palm. His mouth was glued to hers once more, his tongue sliding between 
her lips and past the barrier of her small white teeth and she 
discovered she was sucking it and thrusting back her own tongue.

Unconsciously she let his hand slowly slide her blouse off and then his 
fingertips were raking the tiny, erectly throbbing nipples, squeezing 
and rolling them as he had done to her before.

Miriam's breath came in tiny mewling gasps, and the muscles of her body 
were as taut as bow-strings as she reacted involuntarily to the 
delicious teasing of Roger's fingers. She jerked as one of his hands 
left her throbbingly exposed breasts to trail a slow, tantalizing trail 
down her softly quivering belly to the zipper of her shorts. She felt 
the restraining hot-pants suddenly become free and she gasped 
breathlessly as she felt his hand working itself smoothly beneath the 
elastic waist band of her panties. It played for a thrillingly 
tormenting moment at the pubic curls rising from the crevice of her 
tightly clenched thighs, and then moved downward into the moistly ready 
vaginal slit. His fingertip teased hotly at the tiny bud of her 
clitoris and sent it quivering up into warmly springing life. Miriam 
jerked forward slightly as his hand curled further down into her sheer 
white panties and parted the soft fleshy lips of her vagina. Then, she 
groaned heavily up into his mouth as she felt it snake teasingly up 
inside the tight elastic opening of her cunt. Wild electric shocks of 
pleasure stabbed through her, and she ground up against Roger's hand, 
spreading her legs with unwanted passion as his thrusting finger 
slithered wetly and deeply up into her hungrily welcoming vagina.

Gently Roger pushed the aroused young woman down on her naked back, and 
she squirmed her buttocks around and undulated her thighs with rising 
passion as though her body was responding to some wickedly controlling 
mind other than her own.

She tightened her arms around him in alcohol-dazed passion as his hotly 
searing mouth and tongue pressed hard against her open lips. His 
tantalizing fingers continued to tease sensuously along her naked 
breast and then down over her belly to slide between her smooth inner 
thighs and vibrant mound of her wetly spasming pussy.

"Ohhhhh, Roger ... Don't, Roger don't ..." she moaned, but her feeble 
pleas for mercy were unheeded by the passionately aroused man.

"Ohhhhhhhh, Rogerrrrrr ...!"

She gasped with shuddering excitement as she felt his strong hands 
slowly and steadily draw her wetly moistened shorts and thin nylon 
panties down over her tightly clenched buttocks. She couldn't help 
herself from clenching her thighs harder together so he could easily 
slip the unwanted clothing down ... down over her softly trembling 
thighs and her legs ... They lay useless now on the mossy ground beside 
her, a flimsy flag of her ultimate surrender. She could feel with 
obscene delight the cool mountain air softly caress against her naked 
inner flesh and moistly pink vaginal crevice as her legs parted to him 
in lewd, uncontrolled invitation. "Oh God!" she panted up into Roger's 
lust-contorted face, her desire racing away with her mind. "Oh, God, we 
mustn't ... I'm--I'm so afraid!"

"We must, darling. You know we must, and you want me to touch you 
between your legs as much as I do." He groaned with the boiling urgency 
now to possess with his rigid surging penis the warm pink-rimmed vagina 
that was slowly and inexorably devouring his fingers up inside. Her 
nakedly exposed flesh was making him quiver with delicious animal-like 
desire as he ground himself as tightly as he could to her passion-
throbbing body. His burgeoning hardness surged with small aching throbs 
in his pants while he slid along the hot smooth skin of her slowly 
undulating thighs. Jesus, he couldn't remember when a woman had excited 
him more! He had to have her! He had to fuck her now, or his balls 
would burst wide open!

Maddening patterns of indecently delightful sensations continued to 
consume the rapidly weakening Miriam. She could feel the fleshy blonde-
haired lips of her moist wet cuntal furrow assaulted with his ever-
burrowing fingers and she groaned from deep in her throat as his 
probing finger tips taunted every inch of the fully exposed wet, slit. 
She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly and whimpered moistly into 
his ear, trailing soft, hot kisses while uncontrollably rotating her 
passion-driven thighs in helpless response. She splayed her trembling 
legs wide apart until one shoe-less foot was on the grass and the other 
was grazing against the thick comforting fur of Roger's dog, Buck. She 
knew in dazed, subconscious anguish that his German Shepherd was 
eagerly watching his master enflame her naked loins with wantonness and 
craving, but somehow the forbidden pleasure of being viewed by the huge 
animal only increased her unwanted passions. She rolled her head from 
side to side and ground her warmly quivering buttocks down into the 
blanket in a futile effort to escape his insistently probing fingers, a 
soul-searing moan of self-loathing and indecision bubbling from between 
her tightly clenched lips. Yet Roger's hands never stopped teasing the 
sensitive surrounding little fringe of blonde pubic curls as he made 
ecstatic contact with the straining pink bud of her erectly throbbing 
clitoris.

"Ooooooh God, darling," she groaned helplessly into his open mouth. 
There was no escape for her now and her affection for the older man 
only incited her further. She wanted him! Oh, God, at last she wanted a 
man, this man! Ohhhhhh, how she wanted him! She was fighting a battle 
with herself that she had desperately desired to lose for years!

And then she heard a short, quick hissing sound and knew it was the 
unmistakable sound of his pants being unzipped! She could feel that his 
hand was away from her breast and he was struggling to lower his jeans. 
She tried to scream in protest, but her voice froze in her tightly 
constricting throat. Spread-eagled, she could only stare with tear-wet 
eyes up at the crouching naked body of the man over her. To her pain-
flecked eyes, Roger's heavily pulsating penis hovered rigidly, 
menacingly there, the huge, sperm-swollen testicles hanging soft and 
sensate at its base.

It was at that moment the vision of her ex-husband, Gregory, loomed 
back up in Miriam's tortured brain. He was there leering nakedly over 
her again--not Roger Trenton--and the face she imagined above her was 
contorted with a contemptuous sneer of lewd hatred. She could feel the 
thick rubbery head of his cock press down against the nakedly exposed 
lips of her cunt and she knew it was burgeoning with sexual ecstasy--an 
ecstasy she was still mortally afraid to accept!

She froze for an initial second and then her mind snapped with a 
spontaneous bursting of shattering force. "No! Oh, God, no!" she cried 
frantically. She came to life hysterically and squirmed and struggled 
with insane strength as she raked her fingernails into the flesh of his 
chest.

Roger grabbed her arms, pressing them down tightly to the blanket on 
either side of her wildly flailing head. "Miriam ... darling ... God, I 
want you!" he gasped desperately.

"Let me go! Let me go!" she babbled in near frenzy. "I won't let you! I 
can't let you!" She fought him savagely as he rolled over on top of her 
and guided his angrily throbbing penis toward her defenselessly open 
vagina. She tried to close her legs and lock her thighs together and 
cringe away from his relentlessly pressing hardness, but his strength 
was too great for her to resist.

"Miriam ... Darling, I've got to fuck you ...!" he breathed heavier, 
his chest a great weight upon her naked breasts.

"No! No! No!" she chanted in a high-pitched squeal, but the insanely 
struggling woman was unable to stop him from insinuating the huge 
throbbing head of his immense penis up between the softness of her 
desperately straining thighs. He ground his cock hotly down through the 
soft resilient curls of her tightly clenched vaginal slit, fighting 
madly to reach the mouth of the smoothly inflamed passage which she was 
holding from him between her tightly clamped legs. To Miriam's 
deliriously terrorized mind, Roger Trenton was now just like all other 
men who desired nothing more than to shove their lewdly brutal penises 
deep into her defenseless belly. She squeezed her thighs together until 
their muscles stood out in aching tautness and she squirmed and heaved 
against him in her wild efforts to dislodge his unwanted invasion.

"Good God, I can't wait any longer!" he cried out heatedly. "I'm going 
to cum and I want to cum inside you!"

"No, Roger!" she screamed in helpless torment. "I don't want it! Not 
ever ... ever ... ever!" She reached her hands down between their 
grinding sweat-slickened bodies in despairing panic and grasped the 
full throbbing length of his rock-hard shaft. She could feel the 
spasmodic throbbings against her tightly gripping palms and the wetness 
of the warm white seminal fluid that oozed in excited droplets from the 
blunt, lust-inflated head. She steeled herself to hold his penis back 
from between her desperately straining thighs in a final effort to keep 
its hardness from contacting the still fearfully cringing lips of her 
vagina.

"Damn it!" Roger shouted. "You can't stop me now, Miriam! Let go of me 
and let me fuck you! Ohhh, God, let go before I cum on your thighs!"

"No! Never! I don't want a man up in me!" She grasped tighter around 
the thickly ramming cock as he pumped wildly against her fear-clenched 
thighs. She squeezed and pulled with her tightly grasping fists until 
at last he gave forth a harsh half-strangling cry.

"Ahhhhh!" He shuddered violently. She could feel his penis expand and 
contract uncontrollably in her palms and she could dimly hear the heavy 
grunts of his frustrated passion pouring out from between his tightly 
gritting teeth. "Miriam! Miriam! I told you ...! I ... I'm 
cummmiiinnnng!"

His penis jerked spasmodically against her thigh and she could suddenly 
feel a great flood of hot wet liquid shoot out from the tip of the 
lust-bloated head. The white-hot sperm flooded down over and inundated 
the soft golden fleece of her pubic hair, seeping hotly on down through 
the still tightly locked crevice between her legs to moisten her tautly 
clenched buttocks on the blanket below. It felt as though she was being 
drowned by a seemingly never-ending torrent of creamy liquid fire as 
the heavily perspiring male body writhed and panted explosively over 
her hopelessly resisting nakedness.

At last, his testicles now empty, Roger collapsed on top of her in 
almost sobbing passion. They lay together in shameful silence for a 
long moment and then he slowly rolled away from her and sat up, not 
able to face her. Miriam placed an arm over her eyes and began to 
softly cry, while Roger, subdued of his sexual frenzy, was awkward with 
guilt and embarrassment as he tried to comfort her.

"I ... I'm sorry, Miriam. Really I am. I ... I don't know what came 
over me. I ... I've never tried to force myself on a girl before."

"It's me," the lovely teacher sobbed. "I told you it was me. I'm more 
to blame than you because I should have stopped you sooner. You ... 
you're a man, after all." She felt soiled and humiliated as if a 
thousand tiny insects were invading the very pores of her skin. "You're 
a man, but I ..." she ended the sentence in a woeful sigh.

"And you're a woman," Roger muttered softly. "One hell of a woman."

Am I? she questioned herself mournfully. No ... not in the sense Roger 
means it. If I was really a woman, I'd be loving him up inside me right 
now instead of feeling like this ...

For an agonizing moment, Miriam debated whether she could unburden her 
troubled heart to Roger. But she knew if she did blurt out the truth it 
would twist whatever love he held for her into coldly repugnant hatred. 
He would reject her as all other normal people had when they'd 
discovered her horrible perversion. She rose in mute agony and 
recovered her white nylon panties and then spread her thighs slightly 
in a humiliated effort to cleanse herself. She wiped away the wetness 
of his sperm with them as best she could, trying not to show any 
outward sign of her inner misery. She threw the semen-drenched panties 
away from her, shivering thankfully as they landed out of sight behind 
a clump of shrubbery.

"I think we should go back to town, Roger," she said in a dull voice.

"Look, darling, we can stay and finish our picnic. I won't touch you 
again. I promise."

"No," she said, swallowing thickly. She slipped on her shorts without 
the panties and smoothed them over her still nervously trembling 
buttocks. "No, I really want to leave here. I can't stand the place 
anymore, Roger."

He shook his head sadly, realizing that he had drunkenly ruined his 
chances of making love to Miriam today by being overly insistent. He 
hadn't properly estimated the extent of passion he had aroused in her 
and had moved to fuck her before she was ready.

Christ, he wanted her all the more for this and he secretly promised 
himself that the next time he wouldn't fail. He looked sad-faced at 
Miriam, but even now his apologies were so shallow that he feared she'd 
see through it.

"Well ... if you insist," he said. "But I want to see you again."

"I--I don't know, Roger. After what happened--"

"But that's just it darling. It happened. We both got carried away and 
it just plain happened. Don't let us ruin an otherwise wonderful 
relationship because of one mistake."

Miriam thought about it for a few minutes as she buttoned her blouse. 
She truly was attracted to him and believed that he was telling her the 
truth, and the gnawing desire to continue to see him overcame her fears 
and apprehensions.

"All right, Roger," she replied in a soft tone. "Not for a few days, 
though. I--I want a chance to rest and think things over."

"I understand, darling. How about next Friday night?"

"I'm afraid I can't. Our principal, Mr. Bixbee, has picked me to help 
him chaperone the Freshman-Sophomore dance at school. But Saturday 
would be good."

"Then Saturday it is, darling. We'll spend the whole day together if 
you like."

"I'll try to hold myself back," he offered good-naturedly.

"All right, Roger." She smiled tentatively and gently touched his cheek 
with her fingertips. "And you better."

"Hey, wait a minute," he kidded. "This isn't a forever promise. Every 
man has the right to unlimited tries. Particularly with the woman he 
loves."

She turned away from him, stooping down beside Buck so she could pick 
up the picnic plates and hide from Roger a sudden surge of tears that 
were blurring her eyes. Yes, try, Roger ... Try and maybe some day I'll 
be the woman you think I am ... Oh God, I pray I will ...



Chapter 2


The brilliant California sun streamed into the bedroom of Miriam 
Dodge's back-street cottage. She turned on her bed, sleepily shielding 
her eyes from the brightness that played over her face, and tucking the 
thin sheet higher over her otherwise naked body as a slight, cooling 
breeze blew gently over it from the partially open window. It was the 
morning of another beautiful, warm Indian summer day, but the troubled 
woman was too upset to enjoy the unseasonably delightful weather.

As she slowly came awake and the thickness of her sleep filtered from 
her mind, she realized that it had been the distant tolling of church 
bells which had awakened her. Now other sounds began to dimly reach her 
ears, and she could faintly hear the soft rustlings of the bushes 
beneath her window and the laughing shouts of boys playing in the field 
across the street. But then came the whirring of a hand mower cutting 
grass nearby, and she could feel blood rushing to her head and her body 
shiver uncontrollably beneath the sheet as if a cold wind had passed 
over her.

She tried to blot out the mower's sound, for it was her yard that was 
being cut as it was every Sunday morning--and the amateur young 
gardener earning a few spending dollars was none other than Roger's 
handsome son, Mark Trenton. With every passing sweep he made, Miriam 
was reminded of what had happened with the boy's father the previous 
afternoon. She could again feel the heady influence of the too much 
wine she had drank ... and her hungry response to the man's intense 
advances ... and the rising fires of her own passion as she had 
surrendered to him while he'd slowly removed her clothes. Once more she 
could see herself writhing in naked passion upon the picnic blanket 
before him and his German shepherd dog, and could feel the yearning 
passion as he'd softly caressed her naked breasts and genitals to a 
fever pitch of excitement ... And then the unwanted panic gripping her 
mind as she'd felt his erect, throbbing hardness against her trembling 
thighs and the uncontrollable horror that had clutched her when she'd 
felt him spew his hot white semen over her fear-cringing vaginal lips 
...

Oh God, even when she loved a man she was unable to sexually respond 
the way she should. The threat of his love-making had turned her into a 
desperately terrified woman. It was still as it had always been with 
her; only the vibrantly eager penises of young boys could drive her 
insane with lusting desire, and she terrifyingly knew that what she'd 
not been able to bring herself to accept from Roger she would hungrily 
welcome from his teen-age son. And the lovely, handsome fourteen year-
old youth was just a few feet away, innocently unaware of her 
unspeakable desire for him ...

Miriam thrashed miserably on the bed for a few more minutes, but 
gradually she regained most of her control. She couldn't stay in bed, 
if for no other reason than Mark would soon be finished with the yard 
and she had to be dressed when he came to be paid. And besides, she 
firmly resolved, staying here was no answer; she had to bravely face 
her lewd weakness and learn how to conquer it somehow. Resolutely, 
Miriam rose up naked from her bed, her golden-tanned body gleaming 
radiantly from the streaming sun. She started across to the bathroom, 
trying to avert her eyes from the temptation to look out the window, 
but in spite of her best intentions, she found she was unable to keep 
from glancing outside. Her eyes locked in shameful hunger on the grassy 
field across the way, and she felt herself lingering in front of the 
window as she studied the lithe young adolescent bodies as they 
excitedly practiced football.

She moved to one side where she was partially hidden by the gossamer 
material of the curtains and continued her uncontrollably hungry 
gazing, her tiny pink tongue tracing nervously over her full glistening 
lips. Once again the old familiar desires for their nude young flesh 
spiraled electrically through her softly tingling nerve-ends, making 
her gasp with growing yearning. She had been able to somehow control 
her lewd passions up until yesterday, but Roger Trenton had built her 
seething frustration into a raging fire with his fingers and lips, and 
now the mere sight of all those tender young teenagers out there was 
enough to set her body wild with prurient desire.

Oh God, she had to get control of herself! Shuddering guiltily, Miriam 
forced herself to pull away from the tempting window, when she suddenly 
saw a glimpse of young Mark Trenton coming toward her. He was going to 
mow the lawn right by her window! Move away ... she had to move away 
...! But the tantalizing sight of the innocent teenage boy temporarily 
hypnotized her into immobility, and she could only stand behind the 
thin gauzy drapes with unquenchable yearning.

God, he was a beautiful boy. He was wearing only a pair of tight, 
cotton-twill pants, his tanned satin-smooth back as exposed and naked 
as his father's had been the day before. The ripple of his developing 
young muscles and the glistening film of perspiration as he worked to 
push the mower brought tingling little quivers of wicked delight 
through Miriam's naked loins. She covetously watched the boy, the firm 
round flesh of her breasts and her buttocks quivering slightly from the 
slowly intensifying passions which were running rampant through her 
mind. She moaned pitifully under her hotly panting breath, and she 
could feel that once again her body was inexorably beginning to betray 
her, in spite of her most insistent promises to hold check on her 
forbidden hunger.

Miriam groaned with the humiliation of knowing that the mere sight of a 
young teenage boy could drive her to so high a state of helpless 
passion, and when she realized that Mark had stopped mowing and was 
staring directly at the window where she stood, her shame was complete. 
Yet even then she was incapable of stopping herself from smiling 
provocatively with a blatant taunt, before easing back out of his view. 
God, she couldn't let herself do it again! She had to get hold of 
herself! Quivering with self-loathing, she hurriedly rushed into the 
bathroom in an attempt to evict the inciting image of the supple-limbed 
youth from her tormented mind.

With franticness born out of desperation, she twisted the handles of 
the shower and stepped into the small stall. She sighed gratefully as 
hot cascades of needling water beat against her firm, round breasts and 
softly curling pubic hair, hoping she could wash some of the unseen 
mental stains off and down the drain. The hot spray was a masochistic 
delight as it ruthlessly pelted the white flesh of her breasts like 
dozens of tiny daggers, the pin-pricks not enough to really hurt, but 
enough to send her small, hardening nipples rising in taut erectness. 
She lathered a small washcloth and began a brisk soaping of her fevered 
skin as though she wished to punish her sinfully reacting body still 
further, but the smoothly sliding cloth only seemed to cause more 
teasing little sensations of sensual arousal. God, the shower was 
supposed to cleanse her of her sexual desires, not perversely stimulate 
them!

She shivered and undulated unhappily, moaning from the unwanted 
feather-like sensations, telling herself over and over that what she 
was feeling was wrong and crazy ... But as she ran the cloth over her 
flat, rippling belly and down around the two ivory cheeks of her 
buttocks, small curling tendrils of lewdly sensuous fire began to lick 
wickedly at her throbbing loins. She slipped her fingers down between 
them pressing softly into them with the soapy material until its wet 
slippery smoothness tauntingly caressed the tiny hairless opening of 
her rectum.

"OOOhhhhhhh, God!" she groaned softly, feeling an intensely erotic 
spasm of excitement burn heatedly in her rapidly responding flesh.

"Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned again in unwilling defeat. But it was pointless 
to struggle against the deliciously searing flames, and she surrendered 
helplessly to the maddening, ever-rising sensations. Oh God! She was 
glad she was alone, guiltily; at least, she told herself. No one else 
would know of her weakness ...

"Mmmmmmmm," she mewled aloud as her thoughts again wandered back to 
yesterday. But this time the images created no fear, they only fueled 
her unsated passions, and now she could excitedly imagine herself naked 
on the ground with the lust-raging body of Roger Trenton over her. 
Standing in the shower she could envision herself doing all the things 
that he wanted her to do, eagerly letting him make love to her in a 
hundred different positions, and accepting his hardness between her 
legs. But as the mental image of his rigidly throbbing penis began to 
slowly worm its way into her openly waiting vagina, her mind wavered 
with uncertainty and the picture began to slowly inexorably change ...

Miriam began to dream of another penis ... a penis belonging to a 
younger, more innocent male body ... the lean, hard erection that lay 
heavily up between her open thighs now throbbed hotly from between the 
naked legs of Roger Trenton's teenage son, Mark. "Oh, Mark, oh God, 
Mark," she gasped, rubbing the cloth smoothly in her left hand as 
though it was the boy's rhythmically pumping organ. "Oh, Markkkkkkkk 
..."

She reached down between her legs with her other hand to warmly part 
the water-drenched curls of blonde pubic hair aside, sending another 
electrical spasm of delight coursing through her nakedly displayed 
body. The cloth teased its way up between the fleshy pink lips of her 
hungrily waiting vaginal slit, brushing lightly against her pink 
budding clitoris and sending it hotly jerking into hardened invitation 
for more. She swayed uncontrollably, building toward an explosive 
climax as she dreamed of Mark's boyish hardness delightfully sliding up 
into her soft, hair-lined vaginal opening and tenderly filling the 
yearning hole.

"Oh, Marrrkkkk ..." she moaned passionately. "Oh yes, Mark, do it to 
meeee ... little baby ... oh, Mark ..."

Marrrkkkk ... echoed sensuously through the steam-filled bathroom ...

And young Mark Trenton, his eyes bulging wide in disbelief rubbed his 
hands increasingly faster down over the rapidly rising hardness in his 
pants, his thin strong cock pulsing heavily with a stiff, 
uncontrollable ache. He had been standing in the doorway of the mist-
shrouded bathroom for several minutes now, watching the nakedly 
twisting, woman with awe-struck fascination. His English teacher's 
wantonly contorted facial features were a reflection of his own budding 
young sexual fires which had been sent roaring hotly through his 
immature mind by the lewd sight of her mewling, writhing masturbation.

Christ! Mrs. Dodge bare-ass naked and fingering her snatch like she was 
going to blow her mind! Ohhhhh Jesus! So that's how girls do it to 
themselves! His mouth hung loosely open and his wildly peering eyes 
were like glistening hot marbles set in his red-flushed cheeks. He knew 
he shouldn't be watching and that she would be awfully mad if she 
caught him, but frig! He couldn't tear himself away! It was the hottest 
thing he'd seen; even better than the dirty pictures he had hidden in 
his bedroom!

Roger Trenton's young son stood rooted in mesmerized fascination while 
his slim virile penis jerked excited against his trembling abdomen. 
Man, his prick was as hard as a wooden ruler and longer than it had 
ever been before! He could only squeeze and fondle its blood-throbbing 
length in breathless agitation unbelievingly as he gasped at the erotic 
spectacle before him. He was barely able to stifle a loud groan as he 
pantingly watched the voluptuously curved woman gently spread the soft 
blonde curls of her pubic hair to either side of her fleshy vaginal 
lips and reveal all of her moistly smooth pink slit to his fevered 
eyes. Crap! He'd had no idea that a pussy would look so soft and 
glistening, and he could even see her tiny ass-hole as she slithered 
her wash cloth around and round, faster and faster in the heat of her 
sexual frenzy.

Mark breathed in twitching excitement as his hardened rod of youthful 
flesh painfully swelled in his pants. Ohhhh, shit, wait until he could 
get back home and take his pants off! He was going to beat his prick 
until he came twice, he was so excited! And he wouldn't be looking at 
those sex photos, either! Shit, he'd be dreaming about shoving his 
prick right up inside his English teacher, Mrs. Dodge, and making her 
moan and shake just like she was doing to herself now!

Miriam was oblivious to being viewed as she strained for her climax and 
deep breathless gasps of animal pleasure rose from her heaving chest. 
She splayed her quivering thighs wider apart in a desperate effort to 
bury the invading wash cloth deeper into the tightly pulsing passage of 
her wet vagina, her toes curling as she attempted to keep her balance 
in the slippery shower stall. She could feel herself spiraling toward 
the explosive orgasm she had to have and flailed her head from side to 
side as her burning mind thought sensuously of young Mark Trenton's 
tender penis spewing its fresh boyish sperm deep up into her belly.

And then ... then she saw the slight motion out of the corner of her 
eye. She stopped her desperately working fingers as though they were 
made of stone and she slowly twisted around to face the door, afraid 
and yet feeling unexplained quiverings of excitement. Oh God, no! Not 
him!

"Mark!" she gasped in horror. "Wha ...?"

"Oh no!" came a high-pitched moan from the boy. He could only stare at 
her in helpless immobility, his mind filling with uncertainty whether 
to try and say something or simply run away and hope she didn't tell 
his father on him. "Oh, Mrs. Dodge, I ..."

The shocked and confused woman hunched automatically over with her 
washcloth still implanted lewdly between the open lips of her passion-
drenched pussy, crimson shame flushing her breasts and face. She had 
been caught fingering herself with Roger's son Mark in her mind and now 
suddenly here he was in the flesh, nearly as naked as she, with nothing 
covering him but his worn and tattered work-pants. Miriam's shocked 
eyes slipped unconsciously to the crotch of his pants and the sight 
suddenly filled her with an overwhelming rush of passion. She could see 
clearly a stiffly slender roundness pressing outward against the soft 
faded material; little Mark had an erection from watching her play with 
herself!

She forced her head to turn away and she quickly shut off the shower so 
that her hands would not reach out of their own accord and release his 
swollen young penis from the tightness of his pants. God, the aching 
desire in her loins was too much to bear, and she prayed that the 
heavily breathing boy would not sense the tormenting passions that were 
gripping her own hotly aroused body.

"Mark," she managed to whisper in a trembling and faltering voice. 
"Mark, what ... what are you doing here?"

"I, I heard you calling me," he whimpered timidly. "I, I was mowing the 
lawn and I thought I heard you calling my name."

"Oh, no," she groaned, squeezing her eyes tightly shut. She had been 
calling him ... calling out his name in her passion ...

"I ... I know I shouldn't be watching you, Mrs. Dodge." Mark was near 
the verge of frightened tears, and his distraughtly quivering tone 
tugged with threatening excitement at the older woman's ever-lessening 
control. "G-Gee, but I couldn't help myself, honest!"

Miriam could feel a light tremor coursing through her thighs and with a 
lewd urge too powerful to control, she stood and exposed all of her 
satiny nakedness to the wide-eyed boy. She shuddered from her act, 
knowing it was perverted and would only lead to more temptation to 
reach out and touch his tender young genitals, but in spite of her 
revulsion she was incapable of stopping herself.

"G-Golly," Mark gasped in arousal. "You-you're the most lovely woman 
I've ever seen!"

She smiled coyly at him, the lewdly rising flood of her need overcoming 
her as she stepped purposefully out of the shower stall. Hungrily she 
studied his smooth teenage features and marveled at how handsome and 
masculine he was to be only fourteen, and felt the inflamed center of 
her loins tingling in wickedly lewd response to the sight of his 
viriley bulging young penis throbbing in his pants.

Get him out of here! Miriam heard a part of her mind frantically warn. 
Oh, God, get him out before it's too late! But her mind wouldn't 
function while she luridly basked under the blatant hot gaze of his 
increasingly bulging young eyes roaming hotly over her naked breasts 
and buttocks.

"Thank you, Mark dear," she heard herself tell him. "That's a nice 
thing to say."

"It's true, Mrs. Dodge! Oh gosh, I bet you're even prettier than my 
mother was!"

Miriam moaned softly, swaying slightly as she remembered with new-felt 
passion Roger Trenton's proposal of marriage ... God, to be Mark's 
mother ... I may love Roger, but I love his young son more .. her pink 
vaginal slit throbbed teasingly against the soft silky curls of her 
pubic hair, and the small nipples of her firmly pulsing breasts tingled 
with hardness as she took another wet, shivering step toward the 
gasping, wide-eyed youth. "You poor dear," she cooed eagerly, "You must 
miss your Mommy very much."

"Aww," young Mark murmured in blushing embarrassment, "It ain't so 
bad."

He manfully struggled to keep his wide-staring eyes off his curvaceous 
teacher's fleshy exposed slit of her pussy that was so teasingly close 
to him now ... but even her warmly sympathetic face smiling down at him 
was enough to send his hard little cock jerking in his pants. Oh Jesus, 
his prick wouldn't go limp for anything, and if she got any closer and 
saw him with his hard-on, she'd be mad at him for sure! Shit, he 
shouldn't have ever stopped mowing when he'd seen her standing naked 
through the window, 'cause now look what's happened!

"I know you want a mother, Mark dear." Miriam's voice was sultry with 
her longing to hold the tender boy to her. "I know you miss a warm and 
loving older woman to comfort you, don't you?"

Oh shit, he did, he really did! Mark thought helplessly. He tried to 
say something to Mrs. Dodge, but his throat felt as though it was made 
of sandpaper, and all he could do was quiver with wildly throbbing 
sensations he had never felt before in all his young life. Jesus, what 
was she trying to do to him? In another second he'd be bawling like a 
baby and wanting to have her hold him. She was so close now he could 
smell her warm breath and clean fresh skin ... Ohhhh, she was reaching 
out with a hand now ... Jesus, if she touched him, he'd melt right into 
the floor, he knew he would!

"Go-golly, Mrs. Dodge," he finally managed to falter. "M-Maybe you want 
me to go, huh? I can ... I can finish the lawn next week."

Tell him, Miriam's weakening conscience screamed desperately. Tell him 
before you touch his tender young body ... but her demanding, 
unsatisfied loins were overwhelmed with her uncontrollable perverted 
hunger for the young boy. Her exposed breasts heaved high and swollen 
only inches in front of Mark Trenton's confused youthful face and her 
voice turned soft and husky as her surrendering body was no longer able 
to resist the sweet torment of her mounting desires.

"No, don't go, Mark dearest." She lay cool, trembling fingertips on his 
smooth, unlined forehead. "I want you to stay here. With me, with your 
new Mommy! Mark ... come, come to Mother!"

A strangled cry escaped from between her moist lips, and wildly she 
threw both of her arms around him in a sudden surge of uncontrollable 
desire. She pulled the innocently unresisting youth close against the 
billowy softness of her breasts, crushing him hungrily to her 
nakedness. Miriam tried to tell herself that what she was allowing 
herself to do was wrong and wicked ... but her inflamed senses were too 
fevered with lust for the hard young penis she could feel pulsing down 
against the naked flesh of her thighs. Every tingling nerve in her 
voluptuous body was reacting with overwhelming sensations, her vows and 
promises feeble barriers that were swept aside by the demand for 
ultimate fulfillment. She couldn't help undulating her trembling hips 
seductively against his tightly pressed abdomen while she planted 
several warm, loving kisses on his cheeks and face.

"You sweet darling," she sighed with her unquenchable passion. "You 
dear, lovely boy. Kiss your make-believe Mommy ..." She gazed 
delightedly as she brushed her full throbbing breasts across his warm 
parting lips, and felt him tremble from the aroused excitement which 
rippled heavily over his young body. Delicious sensations raced out of 
control through her belly as she lewdly watched Mark Trenton kiss her 
white eagerly offered mounds of flesh with his innocent young desire.

She drew his lips closer to the distended nipple of the one breast he 
was kissing, moaning softly as she guided the hardened little bud into 
his open mouth. "Suck my titty, dear Mark. Suck and feel it with your 
tongue like you were a hungry little baby ..."

"Ohhhh, Mrs. Dodge," she heard in a muffled groan.

Miriam gently cupped one of her hands behind his head. "It's all right, 
Mark. I like you kissing my titty, really I do. Ohhhhh, yes, yes ... 
Mmmmmm, like that. Oh Mark dear, you're so good to your Mommy ..."

Young Mark Trenton couldn't stop his mind from wildly spinning. Jesus! 
He was actually sucking his teacher's big tits! Her nipple in his mouth 
was the craziest taste he'd ever had! The other kids would never 
believe him! Shit, he loved it! He loved it!

Miriam's uncontained passions had reached that aroused, sensation-
filled point where nothing could have stopped her from continuing her 
lewd seduction of the young fourteen year old boy. She gently smoothed 
her hand down over his naked back, feeling all of his golden flesh with 
slowly circling fingertips ... God, his tender skin was just like a 
baby's, like new and untouched satin! Oh God, oh God, it was too much 
to bear ... Her other hand slowly eased around to the front of his 
pants and softly caressed the swollen outline of his straining young 
penis, she felt the boy tremble and gasp while he sucked harder at her 
breast. A searing flame of desire raced hotly through her belly and 
loins while she teasingly traced up and down his young cock, delicately 
squeezing it between her thumb and forefinger.

Mark sucked in his breath when he felt her gently ease down the zipper 
of his pants and slip her hand tantalizingly inside his open fly. He 
could feel her velvety fingers as they taunted with a soft grazing 
motion beneath one leg-band of his thin cotton undershorts and around 
the smooth flesh of his inner thigh. Then he moaned with quivering 
delight as her hand lovingly began to stroke the naked flesh of his 
rock-hard young cock. Ohhhhh, he couldn't have stopped her if he'd 
wanted to! Rising tingles of sexual excitement spiraled up from between 
his youthful loins and swirled maddeningly through his lean and 
hairless belly. She had his prick right in her hand, and was playing 
with it! And ... and, oh, Jesus, now she was feeling his balls too!

"Mmmmmmm," he groaned around her soft, delicious breast which throbbed 
between his firmly sucking lips. He couldn't control his moans and 
sighs as she continued to tenderly fondle the pulsating shaft of his 
young penis and the fleshy sac of his tautly sperm-swollen testicles. 
"Ohhhhh Mrs. Dodge, Mrs. Dodge ...!"

"Don't be afraid, Mark lover," she whispered. "Mommy wants to undress 
you now and let you be as naked as she is ..."

Miriam gently eased her breast free of his eager young mouth and slowly 
dropped to her knees on the wet tile of the bathroom floor. She trailed 
her long blonde hair teasingly down over his heavy-breathing chest, 
kissing his seed-like nipples until he groaned and quivered as he stood 
above her. She played her moistly sliding tongue down further to lave 
his belly and wash his tender navel, while her softly curling hand 
traced along the waistband of his pants and unbuttoned the top of his 
open fly. She smoothly drew his pants down, slipping his white cotton 
shorts with them, and then she tenderly lifted each of his slender 
young legs to remove his clothing along with his scuffed brown loafers. 
Her passion-hungry eyes greedily absorbed the sight of his arching 
rigid penis as it throbbed nakedly between his strong young thighs, and 
she felt heavy sensations of salacious delight flutter through her own 
fully exposed belly and loins.

"You're beautiful, darling," she exclaimed. Her body was lewdly 
tingling with rising excitement and her brain was sensually afire with 
obscene passion as she wrapped her moistly stroking hand once more 
around his swollen young penis. Oh, God, it was just the perfect size, 
perhaps five inches and fat for its length, its bulbous head a richly 
glistening crimson at the tip where the tiny moist slit creased it. And 
ohh ... his lovely young testicles were so tight and round with their 
sensitive textured scrotum of a fine velvet skin.

Mark looked down in wild-eyes amazement, having given up trying to 
believe what was happening to him ... only that it was! He watched 
mesmerized as she taunted his hardened prick with her fingers, pulling 
the foreskin down so that its head stood out like a beacon, her 
glistening lips less than an inch from its tip.

"Ohhh ..." he whimpered and squirmed above her. "Ohhh, shit!" he 
gulped, truly shocked by what she was doing to him.

"Darling Mark, you feel so good to your Mommy," Miriam breathed hotly 
against his youthful, soft chest. "Let's go into my bedroom where we 
can have more fun!"

OOOhhh, he knew he shouldn't ... but he was going to! Oh Jesus, she was 
so beautiful and her tits were like honey in his mouth ... and damn, 
the way she was stroking his prick was too much to take! He gaped down 
at her trying to swallow the parchedness that had dried his voice from 
his throat, and when he couldn't answer her, he simply nodded his head 
with enthusiasm. She laughed in warm, seductive delight, standing up to 
take his hand and draw him out of the bathroom and across to her 
bedroom. Jesus! He knew he'd never be the same after this, but he 
didn't care. He didn't care about anything except the fun she was 
promising him!

"Crawl onto the bed now, dearest," Miriam crooned with wanton 
anticipation. He eagerly obeyed, lying on his back with his hard, 
virile penis standing high and proud while she nakedly stretched out 
beside him in lewd display. Then she began to smooth her hands 
tantalizingly down over his developing muscles and into all of the 
secret hollows and crevices of his tender, youthful body. Her lushly 
glistening lips fastened wetly onto his, her tiny moist tongue darting 
between his teeth to explore his warm, wet mouth while she pressed her 
fleshy hair-covered pubic mound tightly up against his hips with a tiny 
provocative circling motion.

"Tell me, Mark, did you like watching me play with my pussy in the 
shower?" Miriam whispered in a throaty, sensuous voice. "Tell me the 
truth now ... did you?"

He rolled his head from side to side on the pillow, fretfully looking 
up at her. "Y-yes, yes, I did!" He gasped excitedly. Crap! He was going 
right out of his mind! "I liked it! I liked it a lot, Mrs. Dodge!"

Miriam's blue eyes were smokily glazed from the lewd desires running 
wild throughout her flesh, and the awareness that Roger Trenton's son 
was nearly frantic with his own sexual lust only fanned the flames of 
her maddened passions more. She couldn't remember when she'd coerced a 
more helpless and defenseless young boy, and the thought alone was 
enough to drive her wild, even though she knew that later ... 
afterwards ... she would hate and revile herself for what she was doing 
to the immature boy. Slowly she raised her knees beside him, her 
thrusting breasts swaying sensuously with her movements as she pulled 
his naked body slowly over to a kneeling position between her thighs. 
She spread the full white columns of her shapely legs wider apart, 
kneeing outwards until the silken triangle of her vaginal slit was 
entirely exposed to his straining young eyes.

"Mommy's pussy is soft and silky and wants you to pet it the way I did. 
Put your fingers in it, darling. You want to, don't you?"

"Oh ... oh God Almighty!" Mark's face was now hovering only a few 
inches from the golden curls which so softly fringed her moistened 
cuntal opening, and his breath caught in his throat as he watched it 
sensuously rotate with lewd expectancy. "Oh, I sure do want to touch 
it!" he gasped in lustful fascination as he gaped down at the narrow, 
coral-hued slit which started at the bottom of her smooth white belly 
and trailed downward into the white rounded spheres of her buttocks. He 
could even see her little pink asshole! Jesus, who wouldn't want to 
touch it?

His heart was pounding erratically in his chest as he leaned forward 
and touched the warm hair-fringed lips of her cunt and began to slowly 
press them apart with his thumbs until all of its pink passion-flushed 
flesh lay exposed to his eyes. He gradually eased more of his hand into 
her moistly glistening vaginal mouth, delightedly feeling its 
smoothness twitch and palpitate with spasming vibrations against his 
hand.

"Put it in, Mark darling. Put your little finger right up inside my 
little pussy hole! Ohhh, finger my cunt, darling, finger your Mommy's 
cunt!

The lust-driven English teacher raised her head with eager lewdness so 
she could stare down at the naked young student from between her 
sensitive, desire-swollen breasts. She watched in breathless desire as 
Mark Trenton brushed his hand gingerly between the silken strands of 
her blonde pubic curls and gently pressured his slender middle finger 
up inside the fleshy wetness of her throbbing, hungrily welcoming 
pussy.

"That's it, darling, rub it ... rub it just like that, in and out ... 
in, and oohhh, yes, out ..." Miriam gasped, undulating her hips and 
buttocks up against more of his sliding, prodding young hand. "Ohhh, 
that's so nice, Mark ... Ohhh God ...!"

Mark was speechless from the wild erotic picture which lay spread 
before his innocent eyes. His teacher's legs were arched in spreading 
wideness while he was pumping his finger as deep as it could go up into 
the warm, exposed hole between her thighs. Man, it was just like he was 
fucking her! He'd never dreamed that a woman's snatch could be so soft 
and moist inside, and so pink and sparkling all around it! Shit, what 
would his prick feel like up inside her? Better than his finger, he bet 
...

Miriam quivered from head to toe from the enrapturing sensations that 
his pistoning young hand was causing up inside her tightly clenched 
vaginal passage. She mewled deliriously as she felt its inexperienced 
prodding massage and taunt every inch of the hotly clasping inner 
walls, and passionately, she pulled him up over and pressed her firm, 
full breasts down over his hard slim chest and began to kiss him again 
in warm lecherous delight. She raised and lowered her thighs hungrily 
on his sliding fingers, her belly an inferno of forbidden sensations 
more avid than she could ever remember before. The feel of his tender 
young hand inside her and the feel of his virile young cock so close to 
her were driving her almost to orgasm alone! God, the young boy was so 
helpless, so completely subject to her every lascivious whim! She 
couldn't wait a second longer! She had to have the feel of him deep up 
inside of her belly! That would be the ultimate, to coax and drain the 
fresh young sperm from his tender cum-heavy testicles!

"Have you ever fucked a cunt with that beautiful young cock of yours 
before, Mark?" she asked breathlessly.

"N-no, no honest I haven't," he managed in panting gulps of breath. 
Jesus, she's said fuck! Fuck and cunt and cock! "N-never, Mrs. Dodge!"

"Well, you're going to fuck one now, Mark ... you're going to fuck mine 
with your beautiful prick!"

Miriam slowly removed his wetly slipping fingers from her throbbing 
vaginal channel and tenderly grasped his now painfully swollen young 
penis. With loving tenderness she placed the blunt blood-engorged head 
against the wide-splayed legs of her hot moist cuntal flesh. She began 
to move her buttocks up and around his tightly-held prick, pressing it 
deeply against her vagina with her own fingers.

"Ohhh," Mark Trenton groaned loudly. He thrust his slender naked pelvis 
down over her loins in bewildered ecstasy, wild pinpricks of sensations 
stabbing him up through his belly. "Ohhh, Mrs. Dodge!"

She spread her legs widely on either side of him so that the boy was 
cradled firmly between her high-lifting thighs, and he could feel his 
hard bulbous cock-head slip wetly along the pink hair-lined crevice he 
had been so recently finger-fucking. She raised her welcoming cunt up 
to his penis, and then the entire length of his boyish shaft of flesh 
felt to him as though it were being sucked right up inside her hot, 
moist pussy mouth!

Oh damn! Oh crap! He was really fucking her! He was really fucking a 
woman, his first very own naked woman! Shit, he wished the guys could 
see him ... he wished the whole world could see what a man he was now! 
The youngster was filled with a sense of limitless power, and with a 
wild cry of delight, he pressed down upon Miriam's body, his weight 
smashing her full rounded breasts tightly against her chest. He thrust 
his lean hips forward to slide deeply into her cunt like a driving 
piston, pushing the softly smooth walls of her pussy in rippling wet 
waves before his rampant young cock. Miriam felt his small sperm-laden 
testicles slam hard against the cheeks of her tightly clenched buttocks 
and she groaned in submissive rapture as the blunt head of his penis 
stretched wide the long-unused elastic channel of her cunt.

"Ohhhhh, yesssss," she sighed loudly in delight as she kicked her feet 
out into the air and locked her arms and legs back tightly around his 
tense young body. The thrill of being satisfied by so young a boy sent 
chills coursing up and down her spine, and the inner muscles of her 
wetly pulsing vagina tightened around his throbbing young penis and 
began a softly pressuring action of their own volition. For a crazy 
moment she was able to imagine how she must look--a thirty-four year 
old woman letting her uncontrollably straining pussy absorb an innocent 
fourteen year-old boy's virgin genitals--and she gasped for breath at 
the mind-shattering vision. But then she felt Mark begin to thrust his 
hips back and forth in his effort to penetrate further and further into 
her dilating womb and she deliriously abandoned all of her fears and 
doubts.

His slim young cock plunging smoothly between her desperately working 
thighs was all the reason she had to have! She bent all of her mind now 
to the delicious enjoyment, eagerly yearning for when he would shoot 
out his thick streams of adolescent young sperm and fill her thirstily 
sucking belly as she'd never been filled before! Yes, oh God, yes ...

Mark Trenton's eager young face glowed with the sexual pleasure he was 
experiencing for his very first time, and he bucked his lust-hardened 
penis harder and harder into the delicate moist walls of his writhing 
teacher's moistly gripping pussy. The sight of Mrs. Dodge's full white 
breasts jiggling beneath him with their rose-tipped points, and then 
the fleshy pink folds of her tightly clenching vaginal slit as they 
drew against his prick with every stroke he made, was more than his 
inexperienced young mind could stand. Ohhh, and now she was slipping a 
hand down around his bottom and was cupping the firm, youthful cheeks 
with a kneading motion he could feel all the way to his balls! He could 
sense that his testicles were swelling with their ever-building load, 
and it wouldn't be long now until he shot all of his cum right up 
inside her! Right up inside a real woman's belly! Ohhh ...

"Ohhh, God, Markkk ... Yesss ..." Miriam moaned ceaselessly up into his 
face, her eyes opening and closing in the lost daze of her passion. She 
was no longer ashamed for having seduced this innocent young boy into 
becoming her lover; she was reveling in her lewd wickedness now like 
the perverted slut she knew she was at heart. His pounding, all-
consuming young cock pumped deeper and faster up into her hotly willing 
vaginal passage, and she wrapped her thrashing legs more tightly around 
his heaving loins, rhythmically massaging his satin-soft buttocks with 
her passion-driven fingers. Their moist deep partings and soft mewling 
cries of spiraling enjoyment mingled with the squeakings of the bed to 
form a sexual cadence which echoed erotically around the two closely 
entwined bodies ...

And then ... then suddenly Miriam gasped with her delirious excitement 
as she could feel his boyish young cock begin to flex and pulse deep up 
inside her greedily sucking cunt, its hard rubbery tip flaring out 
inside her belly until she thought she would scream with delight. Her 
hands grasped harder into his smooth hairless buttocks so she could 
pull him tightly closer into her expectant thighs, and she ground up 
against him as her own long-frustrated climax began with a force of a 
sensual tidal wave.

"Yes, Markkk ... Oh, yes, cum ... Cum into Mommy's cunt! Cumm!" She 
undulated beneath the young student's hardness, thrusting her yearning, 
lust-squirming pussy up and down over his burrowing, expanding, virile 
penis. "Oh, God, I'm there! Ahhhhh ...!"

She squealed with rapturous delight, her flesh trembling all over, and 
the dark-haired youth paused for a single moment, astounded by the 
older woman's wildly spasming convulsions beneath him. But then he felt 
his own body lose control of his newly discovered passions, and 
frantically he heaved his pelvis down against her again and again with 
his furious need for sexual release.

"OHHH, Mrs. Dodge!" he cried out in a high-pitched yell. His warm, 
creamy young semen suddenly erupted from the pulsing blunt head of his 
cock and spewed deep up into her wide-stretched pussy, swirling 
deliciously together with the juices of her own insanely spiraling 
orgasm. "OHHHHH, teacher! I ... I'm cumming, tooooo!"

Miriam's mind whirled in delirious sensuality as she felt his boiling 
virile liquid squirt out from his adolescent penis like a never-ending 
stream of lava. The starving walls of her pussy clenched and unclenched 
spasmodically around his ejaculating hardness, desperately milking it 
of all his warm, wet, whiteness. His fresh young cum filled her 
insatiable cunt and the combining fluids of their releases overflowed 
around her wetly drenched vaginal lips, trickling down between the 
soft, passion-tensed valley of her undulating buttocks. Until at last, 
Roger Trenton's naked son fell exhaustedly across her body while her 
throbbing vaginal walls squeezed their last quick spasms around his 
rapidly deflating cock.

Miriam too lay dazed, quivering stillness, her legs collapsed on either 
side of the gasping youth's flesh and her thighs and buttocks limply 
resting in the excess of hot wet liquids which had so completely filled 
her belly a moment before. But although her body lay drained of all its 
energy, she could sense that her mind was beginning to return to 
reality and that the expected aftermath of shame and disgust was slowly 
filtering into her slowly awakening mind.

Miserably she lay sprawled out in her lewd spread position beneath the 
boy, watching with sickened self-loathing as his eyes flashed in 
caressing fascination over her nakedness. Then, before she could turn 
away, Mark Trenton threw himself down upon her, kissing her face and 
cheeks with childlike desperation, and she was able to feel the warm 
salty wetness of his tears as he cried softly against her breasts.

"Ohhh, Mrs. Dodge," she heard him blurt out chokingly. "Oh, I wish you 
were really my Mommy! Oh, I'm so glad I fucked you! Don't be mad at me 
for telling you that. Please, Mrs. Dodge."

"God, oh God," Miriam whimpered, clutching his delicious young body 
tightly to her and kissing the crown of his head. "No, Mark, baby ... 
I'm not mad. I could never be angry with you ..."

The impossible situation of forbidden love and lewd desire clawed at 
her brain until she thought it would tear her apart. The hatred for 
herself for having taken this innocent young boy's natural loneliness 
and perverting it to satisfy her own degenerate needs loomed more ugly 
now than ever in her mind. God, what a depraved and corrupt woman she 
had become!



Chapter 3


The late afternoon cast shadows into Miriam Dodge's living-room, 
stretching darkness across the worried English teacher as she sat 
slumped in an overstuffed easy chair. She gazed with sightless eyes out 
of the open side window, blankly staring at the same grassy field she 
had been able to see earlier from her bedroom. Now the park was empty, 
the teenage footballers having left for their homes and Sunday dinner. 
Just as well, she haplessly thought; she doubted she could stand the 
sight of any more virile young boys frolicking innocently around ...

Idly she took the glass of vodka from the table beside her and sipped 
it, feeling the hot alcohol burning all the way down to fill her empty 
stomach. She had been nipping at the soothing liquor ever since Mark 
had left and she'd risen naked and trembling from her wettened, rumpled 
bed.

Miriam's first wild emotion had been to purge herself of the boy's warm 
wet semen which had glistened whitely on the soft blonde curls and pink 
wet lips of her vagina. But turning from the lewd sight of her semen-
soiled sheets, she had faced the open bathroom door and been gripped by 
an almost insane sense of revulsion. To have stepped into the shower 
stall again or even to have douched in that bathroom would have been a 
mocking reminder of where she had finally surrendered to her lewd 
perversion. As unclean as she'd felt, she had hurriedly dressed in a 
short, pleated skirt of navy blue and matching thin pullover, wanting 
nothing more urgently than to cover her betraying naked flesh. Her 
second reaction had been to rush into the kitchen and open an upper 
cabinet to reach for the still sealed bottle of vodka ...

The tormented woman felt a little ashamed at the way she'd been 
drinking, but she couldn't help being grateful for the faint 
lightheadedness that swirled through her blood and eased the torture 
that was paralyzing her brain. The hours she's spent catching up on her 
housework had helped as well, but everything was clean now and she had 
no more to do to keep her mind off her misery. Even her ravaged bed had 
been changed, though just the feel of the sheets in her fingers had 
sent queasy despair rippling through her.

Now, alone with nothing but her own morbid thoughts to occupy her time, 
Miriam was afraid she would go crazy. She lifted the glass and took a 
deep swallow, choking to hold down the burning liquor. Her repugnance 
toward her depraved seduction of Roger Trenton's son was worse than she 
had feared, for that was exactly what it had been--a lewd, seductive 
rape. He had run frightened and confused from the house once she'd 
allowed him to dress, and there was no telling what he might do once 
out of her sight. She'd warned him not to say a word, but a child of 
his age had so little control. A horrible nightmare welled up in her 
mind as Miriam envisioned the boy bragging to his friends how he'd 
fucked his English teacher, and what would happen to her once everybody 
in Logansville knew she was a child molester. Or would Mark confess to 
his father out of shame and bewilderment? The mere idea of what Roger 
might do then made her take another mouthful of the strong alcohol.

Little Mark's cum is still lying pooled in my belly, too, she moaned in 
helpless dejection. His virile sperm was the ultimate souvenir of how 
quickly the cherished promise had crumbled completely before her 
monstrous desires. She refilled her glass from the nearby bottle while 
images of Mark Trenton charged heavily through her head, his young 
black-haired handsomeness immediately stimulating her even as she 
cursed her animal-like cravings. Needfully, Miriam drained the last of 
the bottle into her glass; but as she drank, she became aware that she 
had consumed almost a fifth of straight vodka on an empty stomach. She 
was, she realized dizzily, becoming increasingly drunk. And, oh God, 
every sip she took seemed to incite her internal hungers more!

Minute tongues of carnal fire were beginning to lick tauntingly at the 
soft inner flesh of her white thighs and she could sense an unwanted 
moisture seeping from between the tight lips of her vagina. She could 
feel the strength steadily leaving her body as she kept remembering 
vividly the boyish penis pistoning in and out of her warm, willing cunt 
until it came and filled her wide-stretched pussy with wildly spurting 
young seed. Slowly and inexorably her breathing became more ragged, and 
beneath her short skirt and tight sweater she could feel her smooth 
warm flesh begin to seethe with newly-kindled desire ...

"Stop it! Oh God, stop it!" she moaned incoherently to the silence of 
the tomb-like house. But deep down inside her heart she knew that she 
could not stop the chain of inexorable events she had unwittingly set 
in motion. Like a motor throwing its circuit breaker because of a 
short, Miriam's tortured mind could not take any more, and defensively 
it counteracted by spreading a sense of warm lethargy over the stricken 
woman. Aided by the alcohol she'd drunk, it let her drift drowsily ... 
God, what was she going to do? Was there anything she could do at all 
...? She leaned back with her head resting against the top of the chair 
and stared at the ceiling above her, and for a long while she lay 
unmoving ... and then her head drooped and she sunk into a fitful, 
restless sleep ...

While Miriam Dodge was sleeping the sleep of the guilty, young Mark 
Trenton was visiting with Joey Gore, one of his friends from school, 
and another close pal named Donald Watson. The other two boys were 
freshmen students as he was, though both were a little older and more 
developed for their age. Mark had always been the junior member of the 
trio, often ignored and left out when Joey and Don would do things that 
were sort of "bad." His father had often told him that the boys were 
wrong influences on him, and that his grades would suffer if he 
continued hanging around with them, but in his youthful spirit of 
rebellion, his father's disapproval only made him want to be like them 
more than ever.

They'd been fooling around with Joey's model airplane collection, 
buzzing them around in mock dog-fights, recreating an imaginary air 
fight over Vietnam. But now they were tired, and were resting until a 
science fiction horror movie they wanted to watch came on the 
television. They were talking in loud whispers in Joey's bedroom at the 
back of the Gore house, Joey sprawled on the bed while Mark sat in a 
chair and Don read a comic book ...

"Man, tomorrow starts another week of grinds," Joey sighed. "Shit on 
school, I say. I can't wait until I'm grown up and don't have to go 
anymore. Then every day can be like a Saturday and Sunday."

"Yeah, that would be keen," Don said, turning a page of the comic. "I'd 
sure hate to be a teacher like your dad, Mark. He has to go to school 
all his life. That's for the birds, all right."

"I dunno," Mark retorted, wanting to defend his father. "He's pretty 
smart, and he told me he'd hate to work in some factory where he was 
around nothing but dumb men all day."

Joey Gore laughed. "Yeah, you got something there, Mark. Hell, the 
scenery's better at least, especially with a knock-out like Mrs. Dodge 
around now. Man, she must have the finest set of knockers I've ever 
seen on a broad!"

"You ain't a-kidding," Don Watson chimed in with a low, appreciative 
whistle. "And what a nice ass she's got, too. She sure beats Miss 
Flannigan we had for English last year."

"At least Old Flannel-face put out for us." Joey snickered. "Only way I 
graduated grammar school was by sticking it to her every week. She had 
a snatch like a berry-bush, but I got the passing grade, anyway."

"Same here," Watson boasted. "She wanted me to go down and lick her 
once, but that's where I drew the line. I'll stick my prick into 
anything but not my face."

"I'd sure love to get my nose down between Mrs. Dodge's legs, though," 
Gore sighed.

"You'll never get that," Watson sighed. "None of us will. Crap, and 
that's really a shame too. All that meat going to waste."

Young Mark Trenton suddenly wanted to brag about what he'd done that 
morning, unable to resist the chance to have the boys look up to him 
for a change. Shit, he'd never even gotten into Flannel-face--Miss 
Flannigan--on account his grades were always high enough otherwise.

But now, this time, he had something on Joey and Don! Eagerly, he 
dropped his voice to an excited whisper. "Yeah? Well, I've news for you 
two," he blurted. "I got into Mrs. Dodge!"

"Flake off, Mark," Joey snickered. "You've been dreaming too hard while 
jacking off."

"Right. You gotta be a real stud before that kind of pussy falls," 
Watson added. "A babe like her would chew your pecker clean off." And 
both the older boys laughed lewdly, tauntingly.

"I did!" Mark heatedly protested. "I sure as hell did! I saw right up 
inside her snatch and--"

"Bullshit," Joey sneered. "Only hole you ever saw is the one in your 
ass when you bend around and look at it in the mirror."

"Listen, you guys," Mark said, red in the face. "I tell you true. I was 
over at her house mowing the lawn like I do every Sunday, and Jesus! I 
look up once, and there she is, standing naked as a jaybird in the 
window!"

"Hey," Don said in a new, awed voice. "You're serious!"

"That's what I've been trying to tell you," Mark retorted, and seeing 
that he'd caught their attention, he talked on without thinking of what 
he was doing. "So then I heard her calling me a few minutes later, so I 
went in to see if something's the matter. This time I see her naked in 
the shower, and she's fingering herself!"

"No!" Joey blurted, his eyes widening with excitement. "Got her hand 
right up her pussy, huh? Then what happened?"

"Well, she saw me and stopped. Then instead of screaming or telling me 
to get the hell out, she stepped real slow out of the shower, like she 
was a stripper or something, and peels my clothes off until I'm as 
naked as she is! Then she takes me in the bedroom and before I know it, 
I've got my prick sliding up her cunt! She moaned and groaned, begging 
for it! Fuck me, Mark, she yelled at me. Fuck me hard!"

"Jesus Christ," Joey Gore groaned, "she ever say that to me, and I'd 
ram it clean out her belly for sure!"

"Why the hell did she pick a kid like you?" Watson snapped.

"I dunno. Maybe because I was there and you weren't. All I can tell you 
is that it happened, and man, she is one fine piece of ass!"

"Ain't that the shits," groaned Don Watson. "I'm dying for some of 
that, and look who ends up throwing a fuck to her. There ain't no 
justice in the world, I tell you true."

"No ...?" A vicious gleam began to glitter in Joey Gore's beady little 
eyes. "Well, now, maybe we can work something out so there is. I mean, 
hell ... if Mark could do it, I oughta be able to slide my meat into 
her with no trouble at all."

"How you going to get the chance?" Watson scoffed. "Take over mowing 
her lawn?"

"Naw. I could take her up in the hills, though. You could come along 
and hold her down if she gets scared. Then I'd do the same for you 
while you throw one into her."

Mark was suddenly very sorry he'd ever opened his mouth. Jesus, if Joey 
and Don ever roughed up Mrs. Dodge that way, he'd never forgive 
himself. He liked her, liked her a lot--and inwardly he blushed as he 
remembered how he'd confessed to her about wanting her to be his 
mother. "Hey, you rape her, and she can have you arrested," he said, 
attempting to persuade them from their plot.

"Right," Watson agreed. "If she said anything, we'd sure be up shit 
creek, that's for sure. I'm too young to go to jail."

Joey Gore rubbed the lobe of his large ear for a moment. Then he 
nodded, saying. "Maybe you're right. But hell, I sure want to grab a 
piece of that cunt for myself ..." Then his eyes began to sparkle with 
new-found lewdness. "Okay, then we'll get her Friday night, during the 
dance."

Watson gasped. "How?"

"Simple. First we act real nice to her this week, so she won't think 
something's cooking. Then we'll give her drinks of that stupid punch 
during the dance, only we'll spike them first."

"Right on, man," Watson chuckled lewdly. "We get her soaking drunk. 
Then what?"

"We get Mark here to lure her up to the gym storage room. You know, 
where all the wrestling mattresses are kept. She'll believe him more 
than us. Then we'll be waiting for her, and ... pow! She'll be so 
boozed up that the rest will take care of itself."

"Hot damn, that's a fine idea," Watson said. Then he frowned and turned 
to young Mark Trenton. "But you in this with us, kid? Come on, are you 
chicken-shit?"

Yes ... yes, he was! Mark's mind told him over and over. He was scared 
of the whole idea of helping Joey and Don fuck Mrs. Dodge ... but then, 
this was his big chance with them! If he backed out now, he'd never get 
another chance of getting in with them. Crap, what could he do?

"You want to tear into that pussy of hers again, don't you?" Joey said. 
"Well, you help us, and you get some of the action, okay?"

"Well ..." Damn it, the mere thought of that tight wet pussy sliding up 
and down over his prick was making it grow hard in his gym shorts. 
Shit, he sure wanted more of her! "Well, all right. I'll do it. Only 
you gotta promise you won't hurt her none."

"Naw, we won't," Watson said.

"Hell, for the way you tell it, Mark," Gore added lewdly, "we won't 
have to. She'll be like a mink in heat for all of us! All ever-loving, 
fucking three of us guys!"

Miriam Dodge was late for school Monday morning, the result of a 
throbbing hangover and a fearful reluctance to want to see Roger 
Trenton or his son ever again. She had been foolish enough to hope she 
could change her warped sexual desires, but that had been before 
yesterday and her depraved actions with young Mark. Now she could see 
that when at last she did face the loving, gentle widower again, it 
could only be to tell him she could not marry him, not ever! As for his 
handsome boy, she just prayed that she'd be able to seal away the 
unspeakable sordid episode with him in some dark recess of her mind. 
Eventually, if she could stay as far away from the temptation he 
presented, she might be able to feel nothing except a guilty scar to 
remind her what she'd done to him. She knew that she had to keep her 
mind off her nightmarish situation, or she'd never be able to go on, 
and that simply being around either of the Trentons would only make her 
wounds fester ...

Yet as she thought of her alternatives, she realized with sinking heart 
that her only choice was to somehow continue her life here in 
Logansville as though nothing had happened to her. A hasty, feigned 
sick-call would only delay the inevitable, and she would have to go 
back to work sooner or later. In the meantime, Roger might become 
concerned and drop by--and then what could she tell him? A quick 
resignation and a sudden leaving of town would only place her where 
she'd been when she'd arrived--running in a fugitive-like panic. And 
this time, she didn't even have enough money to travel, her savings 
used up just to get her cross-country to California! She had to stick 
it out here, to somehow brazen through and hope things didn't get any 
worse. But God, how could they get worse than they already were?

She dressed hurriedly, not even taking time for breakfast. She'd lost 
her appetite anyway, the mere thought of what she had to look forward 
to making her queasy in her stomach. She speedily drove to the school, 
a thick lump congealing in her throat and her eyes constantly 
threatening to burst into tears.

Logansville High was a century-old, three-storied brick cube, situated 
in the midst of a tree-shaded park near the center of the small 
downtown area. By the time Miriam had parked her car, the first bell 
had rung and only a few stragglers were to be seen scurrying across the 
broad expanse of lawn to the building. She was walking quickly down the 
almost deserted corridor to her classroom, when she bumped into the 
school's principal, Harlow Cartwright.

Cartwright was a large man, balding and plump, with a round, moonish 
face given to grinning at things which displeased him. He adjusted his 
pince-nez glasses as he regarded Miriam with a thin, disapproving 
smile.

"Indeed, Mrs. Dodge," he said in his thin, nasal voice. "Late, aren't 
you?"

"I ... I'm sorry," she apologized, blushing. "I ... I had a little 
trouble with my car this morning. A flat tire," she lied. "I had to 
have it repaired."

"I see."

"M-my class must be waiting for me," Miriam said, now completely 
flustered. "I better be off, Mr. Cartwright."

Cartwright pursed his thick, rubbery lips, still studying her intently. 
"I'm glad we did run into one another, in spite of the fact you're 
tardy, Mrs. Dodge. I wanted to tell you, you don't have to be at the 
dance Friday night at seven o'clock as we'd planned."

"Oh?"

"Yes. My wife has decided to come, too." The principal made a small 
grimace, his mouth tightening as though in a grin of rigor mortis. 
"Agnes insists on taking care of the decorations and refreshments 
beforehand, so you can come around eight, if you wish."

"Thank you. That would be wonderful."

"Oh, and Mrs. Dodge ...?"

"Yes?"

"Do try to be on time."

"Of course, Mr. Cartwright. Of course I will ..." Miriam hurried down 
the hall as the principal turned away in the opposite direction. Damn, 
damn! Why did she have to run into that wretched fat man on this of all 
mornings? She could feel herself unraveling at the mental seams, what 
with everything bearing down on her the way they were ...

She reached the door of her classroom, and then a deep, shuddering 
tremble rippled over her body. Mark Trenton was one of her pupils, and 
would be in there just beyond the door, sitting and waiting for her 
with the memories of yesterday still fresh in his young, immature mind. 
God, did she have the strength? Well, if she didn't she'd better turn 
around right that instant and run, run as fast and far as she could ...

Resolutely she took a breath and with chin held high, walked into the 
room and directly to her desk. She saw the boy almost immediately as 
she turned to face the class. He sat in the front, alongside Gore and 
Watson, who were too mischief-making to allow to sit in the back of the 
room. Mark was staring at her in an oddly serious manner, and in 
response to his intensely soulful expression, her throat suddenly went 
dry and tight. She could feel that rather than blushing, her blood was 
draining from her face, almost leaving her too weak to stand.

Fortunately, the other students were chattering and asking questions, 
and she was able to occupy her mind with the day's assignment and the 
establishment of order. It was not an easy thing to do, but she managed 
to slowly get control of herself by blotting out Mark Trenton's 
presence and concentrating on the remainder of her two-dozen charges.

Unfortunately, however, she unwittingly looked directly into the eyes 
of Joey Gore. He was leaning on his elbows, his chin resting in his 
hands, his eyes lewdly raking up and down over her body. She suddenly 
felt as if he was undressing her mentally, and she flicked her eyes 
away in burning shame ... only to see the twisted, crude grin on Don 
Watson's face next to him. Even as she watched them, Watson leaned over 
and whispered something to Gore, and then they both broke into a 
meaningful series of suggestive snickers that brought the blood racing 
back to her cheeks.

Automatically, Miriam rapped her knuckles on the desk for silence, 
while in her mind loomed the appalling thought the perhaps they knew! 
Both husky young boys were maturely developed for their ages, and if 
Mark had bragged to them of what he'd done with her, they wouldn't 
laugh it off with childish disbelief. They would see the horrid truth 
behind his exciting, if fantastic, story! Oh God, what was she going to 
do if that was so? But maybe, she prayed, it was only her over-vivid 
imagination ...

"Joey, please go to the blackboard," she heard herself say. "Diagram 
the sentence that I'll give you to write."

Gore rose slowly, grinning even more suggestively. "Sure thing, Mizz 
Dodge. I'm right proud to do anything you like for such a pretty 
teacher like you."

"Right on, man," Watson hooted derisively to his friend. "Show her how 
it's done!"

A low giggle rippled through the class, but Miriam's sharply brittle 
voice silenced it abruptly. "That will be enough!" she snapped. "And 
when Joey is finished, we'll just see how good Donald is on declining 
verbs."

Through sheer self-control Miriam had never known she possessed before, 
she painfully lasted through the inner throes of her shame and fear for 
the rest of the class period!

And the balance of that day, and the following few days ... 
Miraculously, things began to look a little better for the miserably 
haunted woman by the day of the Freshman-Sophomore dance. She could 
look back over the week and say that the two young ruffians, Joey and 
Don, had been uncommonly quiet, and she'd been able to avoid a head-on 
meeting with both Mark Trenton or his father, Roger. She was even 
beginning to feel an initial degree of peace of mind almost too good to 
last.



Chapter 4


Friday evening, Miriam bathed and changed from her sober wool suit 
she'd worn that day into a more informal short beige dress with buttons 
all down its front. She drove back to the high school building and 
arrived punctually at eight o'clock. The dance was being held in the 
downstairs cafeteria, which had a side entrance that opened out on the 
parking area reserved for the staff, but which already was lined with a 
few older cars and pickups she recognized as belonging to some of the 
students.

She could hear music as she walked inside the cafeteria, and saw that a 
five-piece rock group was warming up on the small stage near the back. 
They were obviously local talent, equipped with drums and electric 
guitars, and they were filling the low-ceilinged room with ear-
splitting squeals, thumps, and twangs. Around the sides of the room, 
the usual dining tables and benches had been replaced by small round 
tables and folding chairs. On the tables were candles, the kind that 
were inside rose-tinted glass bowls, and the regular lights were dimmed 
almost to complete darkness, so that the cafeteria was bathed in a 
warm, romantically flickering glow. Bunting and streamers festooned the 
walls, and the snack-bar at the end had been converted into a gaily-
decorated "bar," where a large crystal bowl of punch sat among stacks 
of glasses.

The dance was supposed to go from eight to midnight, and although there 
were some boys and girls standing around, Miriam didn't expect things 
to become fully swinging until eight-thirty or nine o'clock. She walked 
over to the punch bowl, and was dipping herself a glass of the non-
alcoholic drink, when Harlow Cartwright and his wife came out of the 
door leading to the kitchen.

"On time, I see," the principal said, running his tongue around his 
lips. "Good. It looks better if the kids see us all in force when they 
arrive. Tones them down right from the start."

"You're not expecting trouble, are you?" Miriam asked nervously. 
"Surely the students wouldn't be--"

"Don't be naive," Cartwright interrupted. "They would try anything. 
They'll sneak in liquor or even drugs if we let them. Times have 
changed, and where we were taught to know our place, nowadays they 
think they can get away with murder."

"Yes, sir," Miriam replied, not wishing to argue with him.

"You haven't met my wife, have you? Agnes, this is our new English 
teacher, Mrs. Dodge."

Agnes Cartwright was a round-faced, chunky woman somewhere in her mid-
fifties. She was at least half a foot shorter than her husband, wore 
her coarse, graying hair in an old-fashioned bun, and layered cheap 
makeup over her age-lines and the sagging flesh of her cheeks. Her 
small, moist dark eyes bore an uncompromising expression, making her 
remind Miriam of the old pictures of Victorian suffragettes axing 
saloons and other devilish places.

"Pleased to meet you, I'm sure," the woman said, appraising the blonde-
haired teacher critically. "Harrow's description of you didn't do you 
justice. You seem so much younger and ... prettier than he'd let on."

Her wet eyes continued to bore hostilely into Miriam with cold 
penetration. Miriam felt extremely uncomfortable, and she tried to 
think of an excuse to leave them. "Perhaps I should wait by the door," 
she suggested. "I could greet the students as they came in."

"Good idea," Cartwright said, nodding. "That way you can give them a 
quick glance to see if they're carrying any bottles or not. Damned 
marijuana, though. I can't find a way of stopping them from smoking 
short of stripping them down to their skin."

"Yes," his wife added. "You keep a sharp eye out, Mrs. Dodge. If you 
see anything or have any trouble, you find Harlow, you hear?"

"I'll know how to deal with those young whippersnappers," Cartwright 
promised, his lips taut and thin.

Miriam took her glass of punch and hurried to the side door. God, what 
an old-fashioned, narrow-minded attitude the pair of them had! No 
wonder juvenile delinquency was as rampant as it was, with such 
deplorable people as the Cartwrights in charge of education. She'd hate 
to have to turn in a child who'd committed some silly little prank, for 
she could see that the punishment would outstrip the crime. No, if 
there were any problems tonight--she doubted that there would be--she 
would try to find a way of handling them herself.

The auditorium gradually filled, the students filing in long streams 
through the door beside Miriam before finding tables and beginning to 
dance. The time sped swiftly for the blonde, curvaceous teacher, and 
soon she found herself enjoying the young teenaged scene. The band kept 
a heavy, throbbing beat which seemed to infiltrate through her body, 
even though the five boys of the band were playing with more enthusiasm 
than professionalism. The dancing was of the modern style in the small, 
open clearing surrounded by the ring of tables, the couples gyrating in 
arm-waving, leg-twisting abandonment. She'd read somewhere that this 
was the current form of ancient African Tribal fertility rites; a type 
of make-believe, clothed sexual mating--and she could well believe it. 
Just standing by the door and tapping her foot in time to the music, 
she could feel a strange, light-fingered pulsing begin deep between her 
own thighs as though she were sexually responding to the heady, jungle-
born rhythms.

Along about nine-thirty, when the room was thronged with kids she 
couldn't even remember the names of, Mark Trenton appeared at the door 
with his two buddies, Joey Gore and Don Watson. The sight of the three 
of them, especially young Mark, seemed to bring her back from her giddy 
enjoyment to grim reality with a sharp, shuddering jolt of pain.

"E-evening," Mark said in a low voice, turning his eyes away from 
meeting hers.

"Good evening, Mark," she replied calmly, even though his sudden 
presence was causing unexpected flutterings to ripple through her 
belly. "Didn't you bring a date for tonight?"

"Naw," Don Watson answered for the boy. "Ain't no girls we know pretty 
as you, Mizz Dodge."

"That's for sure," Joey chimed in. "You going to save us a dance, 
maybe?"

"I can't, she declined even though she loved to dance. "I'm supposed to 
be a chaperone here, not join in the fun."

"Aw, sure you can," Joey persisted. "All the teachers do. Look, even 
old Marble-hea--I mean, Mr. Cartwright is having a fling."

Miriam turned to glance at the dance-floor, and indeed, the husky youth 
was right. Harlow Cartwright was holding his wife sedately at arm's 
length, attempting a jogging fox-trot to the music. She had a hard time 
stifling a giggle at the ludicrous sight. "Well, maybe later on then," 
she agreed. "I'll see how busy I am."

"Right on," Watson said. "I'll be looking forward to a dance, too. Come 
on, gang, I need some of that punch, first."

Mark Trenton didn't say a word, only following the other boys with his 
head hanging down sheepishly. Miriam watched the three of them 
disappear into the crowd, feeling a sigh of relief pass by her lips. 
God, poor young Mark must still be ashamed as she was of their naked 
coupling on her bed last Sunday morning. He was an innocent, sensitive 
boy, and it was obvious that he hadn't been able to bury what had 
happened in his mind and forget it any more than she had. Then, once 
more, the perverse memory of the lewd intercourse she had committed 
with him filtered once again through her head, reviving the tingling 
twitch between her thighs until she was forced to squeeze them tightly 
together in an effort to end the taunting sensations.

She was still squirming in her standing position at the door when 
Harlow Cartwright came up to her, his plump face reddened with 
exertion, and a fine sheen of sweat dotting his forehead.

"My, I see you haven't moved from your position, Mrs. Dodge," he said. 
"Conscientiousness is the mark of success, I always say."

"Thank you, sir, I thought it best to stay here, since you and your 
wife were inside," she said, wondering if the fat elder principal ever 
talked in anything but cliches. "I saw you dancing earlier. You made a 
distinguished couple, I must say."

"We did?" Cartwright beamed, adjusting his glasses. "Well, all work and 
no play makes Harlow a dull boy, I always say," and he chuckled at his 
bit of quaint humor. "Haven't you been dancing yet, a young woman like 
you?"

"No, I haven't. As I said, I thought I should--"

"Well," he interrupted, taking her arm, "we'll rectify that right now, 
while Agnes is in the kitchen. After all, everybody who's coming here 
has come by now. No sense you standing by the door all night."

Before Miriam could protest, the portly principal was pushing her 
through the students to the polished dance-floor. There she followed 
him in a simple two-step, grateful that the band had slipped into a 
slow number as a change of pace. She was surprised to find that despite 
his girth, the rotund man proved to be an agile and smooth dancer, and 
they were able to keep together. But unlike he had with his wife, 
Harlow Cartwright attempted to press his flabby bulk against her 
tightly, until she was certain that she could actually feel a hardening 
bulge in the front of his trousers pushing into her abdomen.

"Please," she said, endeavoring to loosen his hold upon her.

"What's the matter? Don't you like my dancing?" he grinned at her, and 
continued to clutch her to him.

"No, no it's not that," Miriam replied weakly, afraid of offending her 
employer. "It's just that it's awfully warm in here." She was certain 
that she could feel his penis begin to throb against her lower stomach, 
and she struggled to back away from the frighteningly obscene pressure 
which rubbed sensuously against her thinly covering dress.

"Please, Mr. Cartwright, we have to set an example for the students. 
They're looking at us ..."

"Nonsense," he scoffed, his breathing growing heavy as the pulsating of 
his now obviously rock-hard shaft beat hotly into the soft flesh of her 
belly. "What do they know?"

Miriam was about to risk offending him and insist he let her go, when 
young Joey Gore approached and tapped her obnoxious partner on the 
shoulder.

"Yes?" the aroused little principal asked him curtly.

"Begging your pardon, Mr. Cartwright," the wiry, thin-faced youth said. 
"Your wife sent me to look for you. She wants you in the kitchen."

"Oh, she does, does she?"

"Yes, sir. She said to come immediately."

Cartwright glowered as he reluctantly removed his arm from around 
Miriam's waist.

"Don't ever get married, young man, or you'll be bullied for the rest 
of your life." And with a grunt, he turned and angrily walked away.

Joey Gore stepped in to take his place, holding Miriam in loose but 
firm confidence. "Figured you needed some help," he said, looking into 
her face. "So I went and told his wife on him."

"I'm glad you did," she replied, feeling a little confused by this odd 
turn of events. She could smell the odor of beer on his breath, and 
added; "But Joey, you shouldn't be drinking, you know."

"Sorry, Ma'am," he said, his face sobering quickly. "I just had a small 
one before coming here, that's all. Say, speaking of that, you look hot 
and thirsty. How about a glass of punch?"

"I would like some, at that," Miriam agreed. They stopped dancing as 
the band changed into a wildly jumping number, and Joey led her to 
where Don Watson and Mark Trenton were sitting at one of the small 
tables toward the back. As if he'd expected her to come, Joey handed 
her an already filled glass.

"Here you are, Mrs. Dodge. Don brought one too many back with him, so 
you might as well have it."

"Why, thank you," she replied, taking the glass and lifting it to her 
lips. She was thirsty, and the punch was very delicious. There seemed 
to be an odd flavor to this glass that hadn't been in her other one, 
but she dismissed it as being simply part of another batch made after 
hers.

"How about me having a dance now, Mrs. Dodge?" Don asked.

"Well, the music is awfully fast, and I've never learned how to dance 
the way you youngsters do."

"Heck, nothing to it. You just go out there and do your thing. That's 
what we all do. Nobody knows any particular steps. Come on, drink up 
and we'll give it a try, what do you say?"

"All right," Miriam said, smiling. "Why not?"

So she danced with him, and afterwards she danced with Joey again. Then 
came a succession of eager young boys, all wanting to have a chance of 
dancing with their English teacher. She found to her utter enchantment 
that when she did as Donald suggested and let herself go with the 
music, her natural instincts seemed to over-ride any hesitation she had 
from not knowing the proper steps, and soon she could dance with the 
best of the youths. She was having fun, more fun than she could 
remember since her own school days, and she jerked and undulated to the 
beat until her face was flushed and her head swam dizzily. And in-
between times, she gulped the refreshing punch that the two lewdly 
plotting boys had spiked. She drank it in quantity, never occurring to 
her that the drink had achieved its additional tang because they had 
added potent liquor.

Eventually it took its toll, however, and Miriam suddenly began to feel 
dizzy and in need of fresh air. She excused herself from the boy she'd 
been with at the moment and staggered slightly as she headed for the 
entrance door. There she stood for a long moment, wiping the 
perspiration from her forehead and drawing in deep breaths of the cool, 
pine-scented night air. God, she was acting as if she was drunk! What a 
fine way to behave! What would Mr. Cartwright say if he saw her the way 
she was right now?

"There you are," she heard a high-pitched voice behind her, and she 
turned to stare at Agnes Cartwright, who was framed in the cafeteria's 
dim light. "I was wondering where you'd wandered off to, after dancing 
the way you'd been."

Somehow the wife of the principal had made it sound as though she might 
have wandered away with one of the students. Miriam couldn't help 
blushing in spontaneous embarrassment. "I ... I only thought I should 
mix with the children, Mrs. Cartwright," she said in an effort to 
defend herself. "The way you and Mr. Cartwright were doing earlier."

"We were dancing proper," the older woman sniffed haughtily. "But, like 
everything else, dancing's degenerated into evil ways."

"It's different, I'll say that," Miriam said. "But when I was in 
school, we used to do the Lindy and the Jitterbug, and now the couples 
don't even hold each other."

"Really," Agnes Cartwright said through her nose, lifting it parrot-
like an inch or so. "My upbringing was God-fearing and decent. We never 
indulged in such fancy carrying-on in my circle."

Miriam compressed her lips in tight little rings of lipstick, angered 
by the holier-than-thou attitude and prudish contempt she felt she was 
being subjected to. The liquor in her made her want to say all sorts of 
things, but she knew that one wrong word could lead to a scene that 
would mean her dismissal. "Mrs. Cartwright," she began in arched, 
virtuous defense of her actions. "I hardly see--"

"That is obvious," the other woman snapped waspishly. "And a good-night 
to you, Mrs. Dodge." And with that, Agnes Cartwright turned on her heel 
and was gone, swallowed up by the dense crowd of students in the 
auditorium.

The now hotly incensed teacher could feel frustrated anger and 
resentment boiling through her like a well-stoked furnace. Who did that 
old biddy think she was? She had no right to insinuate she was acting 
immoral, no right at all! Why she had a good mind to go in there and 
tell that bitch where to get off anyway, and to hell with the 
consequences. She could certainly understand why Harlow Cartwright was 
interested in other women, after having to live with a wife like her 
for so long.

But the sudden thought of how he'd danced with her made Miriam mentally 
feel the impression of his long, hot penis jammed against her, and she 
shuddered at the thought of it again. It was obvious that she would 
have to be on guard every minute she stayed at this horrid school, not 
only against her own impulses, but against Cartwright's as well. As 
soon as she had enough money saved up, she would find another teaching 
position and leave Logansville immediately ...

Mark Trenton interrupted her unpleasant stream of thoughts by charging 
out of the auditorium. Breathlessly, he shouted to her; "There you are, 
Mrs. Dodge! I've been looking all over for you!"

"Mark! What ever is the matter with you?"

"Not with me! With Don!"

"Don? Donald Watson?" She tried to get her wits together, her head 
still swimming from the alcohol-drugged punch. "What ... What's 
happened to him?"

"We were ... we were fooling around up in the gym, and he hurt 
himself!"

"Heavens! We better get Mr. Cartwright!" she said, aware of her own 
numbed inadequacy. "I don't think that I--"

"But you have to, Mrs. Dodge! Don't get Mr. Cartwright! Please don't 
get him! We weren't supposed to be up there!"

Miriam paused, thinking of the terrible opinion the older principal had 
of his pupils, and of the way his wife had just snubbed her. "All 
right," she said suddenly. "Where is Don, did you say?"

"Up in the gym, Ma'am! Come on!" Mark grabbed her arm, propelling her 
around the side of the building toward another, dark and unused 
entrance. "I'll show you the way!"

As they hurried, Miriam worked desperately to sober herself through 
mental concentration, but the results were not very good. She still had 
no idea why she was feeling as though she had been drinking, and the 
answers from Mark when she asked what had happened were evasive and 
only served to confuse her further. Something was terribly wrong with 
this whole picture, but in her liquor-dulled mind, she couldn't figure 
out quite what it was ...

She followed the young boy, stumbling up the almost pitch-black stairs 
and across to the gymnasium on the first floor. "How ... how much 
further?" she panted, her breathing beginning to tighten across her 
chest.

"Just on the other side of the gym, Mrs. Dodge. In the storage room 
where the tumbling mats are kept."

"Goodness, what on earth were you three boys doing there ...?"

They came to the small closet-like room where all the athletic 
equipment was kept, and Mark threw open the door. "In there!" He 
gestured into the sweat-smelling, stiflingly cramped enclosure. Miriam 
could see the oafish Joey Gore standing beneath the room's single, 
exposed light, while at his feet was the moaning, prostrate form of Don 
Watson. My God, he needed a doctor, not a floundering, confused English 
teacher! Quickly she rushed to the "injured" boy, dropping to her knees 
beside him.

"What's the matter, Donald?" she asked anxiously, glancing along his 
body as he lay there looking up at her.

"It's m'leg, I think," he groaned, rolling his head.

Gently, she felt along the upper portion of his leg where she thought 
he had indicated. "Does it hurt when I touch it?" she questioned.

"No, not there ..." he shook his head, a slow, wicked smirk stretching 
the corners of his mouth. "You've got hold of the wrong leg, teacher 
... It's this one!"

Abruptly, he reached down with both hands and pulled down the front of 
his already unzipped pants. Miriam gasped in surprised shock as she saw 
his hardened, stubby young penis leap out, its smallish, blunt head 
throbbing as though it were staring up at her with one tiny slitted 
eye.

Again she gasped, falling back upon her haunches as she stared in 
disbelief at the sight of him lying there, suddenly grinning lewdly and 
exposing his rigid young genitals up at her.

"What ... what's the meaning of this outrage?" she demanded, snapping 
her eyes angrily from the taunting exhibition to the smirking face of 
Joey Gore standing over her.

"Why, Mrs. Dodge, Don's only trying to show you where he hurts," Joey 
said with mock seriousness. "Seems every time he sees you, he gets this 
pain in his cock, and--"

"Joey Gore!" Miriam exclaimed, her startled face burning with the livid 
red of her fury. "How dare you talk like that to me!" She stumbled to 
her feet, her body trembling with rage. "Mr. Cartwright's going to have 
a complete report of this, and so will your father. And Mark, I'm 
surprised that you would be part of this awful, awful--"

"Shut up," Gore suddenly snarled. He took a step toward her and caught 
her by the wrist, jerking her toward one of the thin, stained tumbling 
mattresses which lined the floor. He flung her down on it, snapping, 
"Don, lock the door so teacher can't get out!"

Miriam stumbled to one knee from the violence of his sudden, unexpected 
shoving. Her head spun with the force of his whip-like jerk, and she 
could only look up with dazed, terrified, eyes, her shock of the moment 
before giving way to the first stages of panic. She heard the storage 
room being locked with the hollow finality of a dungeon cell door, and 
she horrifyingly realized that she had virtually no chance of escape. 
The boys, young as they were could together easily overpower her even 
if she managed to unlock the door, and in this dark deserted corner of 
the school building, nobody would hear her muffled shouts for help. 
God, how right she'd been that something was wrong about Mark's urgent 
request! She'd been a fool, leading herself straight into a trap!

"But--Why?" she heard herself ask feebly. "Why are you doing this to 
me?"

"Well, you're a fine English teacher, Mrs. Dodge," Gore said, the 
handsome youth's lips peeled back sharply from his teeth. "But Mark 
says you're good at another more basic subject, so we thought we'd like 
to see just what you know."

"Mark! You ... you didn't tell them!" she gasped.

"Yeah," the boy said, chagrined at first. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Dodge. It 
sort of slipped out." But in spite of his obvious shame for what he'd 
done, Miriam could see that there was a gleam of hungry arousal in 
Mark's dark young eyes, and a small, unhidable grin of licentiousness 
around his mouth.

Dear God, he was as much an animal as Joey or Don Watson! And then the 
ghastly truth struck her that she was the cause of his change from a 
once innocent child. She'd perverted him for her own desires last 
Sunday, and had taught him lust for lust's own sake without the 
tempering of mercy or compassion. She had nobody to blame except 
herself, and now she was reaping the rewards of her salacious lessons 
by an obscene three-fold vengeance!

Miriam heard the boys' laughing grunts, and a helpless sinking 
sensation gripped her insides as she speechlessly watched them strip 
themselves of their clothing before her. Her eyes remained fixed upon 
their naked youthfulness, her mind blanking from sensible reasoning as 
she stared at their virile passion-erect penises jutting lewdly out 
from their firm, hairless young abdomens.

"Don't ... Please don't hurt me," she whimpered cringingly.

"I made them promise they wouldn't, Mrs. Dodge," Mark said 
reassuringly. "We just want a little fun with you, like I had. And 
Jesus, you sure seemed to like it then."

"That's right, teacher," Joey Gore added in a soothing voice. He moved 
toward her, lowering himself down to the mat to sit beside her. "You be 
nice to us, and we'll be nice to you. I mean ... like this!"

Before Miriam knew what was happening to her, he was jerking her 
against his muscular, developing body, drawing his thick, long cock 
into the softness of her flesh as he crushed her tightly to him. Miriam 
wanted to fight, to scratch and tear herself free ... But too suddenly 
for her to react against, he was kissing her, working his wet, pink 
tongue deep into her mouth while his friend Don laughed excitedly from 
above them.

No ... Oh God, no! But the feel of his youthful rigid penis furrowing 
into the quivering flatness of her belly sent cruel shock-waves surging 
through her body. She sensed his one free hand smoothing around the 
back of her tight, thin dress and down over her buttocks, the other 
hand clutching her waist tighter against his throbbing, naked hardness. 
Finally, he lifted his mouth from hers and grinned lewdly down into her 
panic-stricken face.

"Now, that's more like it, Mrs. Dodge. But I can see that since you're 
the only girl we invited here, you're sort of uptight, right? We got 
just the thing for that. Don, get our pretty teacher here a beer."

"Pl ... please, Joey, don't do this to me. I beg of you ..."

"Why, Ma'am, you're getting yourself all upset over nothing," he said 
to pacify her. "We just figure since you like Mark fucking you, you 
should have your chance to get your fill of boys. Have you ever thought 
how nice it would be to have three cocks gang-banging you all at one 
time?"

Don Watson thrust an open can of beer at her. At first she refused to 
take it, and Joey grabbed it and shoved it viciously at her face.

"Please, I don't want ..."

"Drink it," he snarled, his smile leaving him as abruptly as it had 
come. "Drink it, or we'll force it down your throat!"

Miriam felt her flesh crawl at his threat and again she sought for 
pleading words that might reach him. But she could tell it was 
hopeless, and that she was in the hands of a savage young brute, dull-
witted and drunk. Trembling, she took the can from him and swallowed 
several deep mouthfuls of the warm, sudsy alcohol. There was a heavy 
whiskey taste to it and she could tell it had been strangely spiked to 
make her even drunker than she already was.

"That's more like it," he grinned once more, and his hand reached out 
to gently stroke her body beneath the dress. His long, thick fingers 
traveled softly, pinching and teasing at all the most sensitive areas 
he could find. "Go on, drink some more ..."

Miriam did, feeling as though she was in some kind of terrible dream 
and would soon wake up safe and sound in her own bed.

She pleadingly looked up at Mark Trenton and then cringed beneath the 
self-confident smile on his handsome face. It seemed impossible that 
the boy she'd so ardently loved last week could be a part of such a 
filthy degrading rape--yet it was true. Worse, she was beginning to 
wonder if this was going to actually turn out to be a rape. She 
couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from the stiff boyish penises that 
jutted out from the loins of the other two young boys. Somewhere deep 
in her mind, she wondered if they would feel better inside her than 
Mark's slender young hardness had. Ashamed at her own weakness, she 
drank the last of the whiskey spiked beer and unwillingly accepted 
another can ...

"Let's get her goddamned clothes off," Mark suddenly yelled out. 
"Jesus, I want to fuck Mrs. Dodge again!"

"That's the spunk, kid," Joey urged. "But I get to fuck her first this 
time!"

"Me, I wanna fuck her in the mouth," she heard Don Watson snicker 
excitedly. "Just look at them lipstick covered lips! Shit, I can feel 
them already around my prick, sucking like hell!"

As Miriam listened to the obscene conversation being spewed all around 
her, she tried to speak, but found that her words were stuck tight in 
her throat. She could barely breathe, she was so paralyzed with dread. 
A numbing sense of helplessness had overtaken her as she listened to 
the vile foulness that was being directed at her from the leering young 
teenage boys circling around the mat. Yet as Joey Gore began to touch 
the top button of her dress, she suddenly struggled insanely against 
the boy. She somehow broke free and leaped to her feet, her drunken 
mind reacting in one last desperate bid for escape. "Let me out!" she 
screamed as loudly as she could. "Help! Oh God, please somebody help 
me!"

She lunged for the locked door, but they caught her easily, and two of 
them held her pinned back down to the smelly, soiled mat as the third 
began unbuttoning her dress.

"Don't rip her clothes," Joey warned. "Remember, she'd doing this of 
her own free will ... right boys?"

Miriam sprawled helplessly on her back as her dress was slowly removed 
from her cringing flesh ... her brassiere was unsnapped roughly by a 
hand worming its way beneath her back ... and then her thin white 
panties were rolled slowly down from around the fullness of her 
buttocks and slipped off of her legs ... God, she was now as totally 
naked as they were!

Huddling, she watched in frozen horror as the boys moved in on her, 
their lust-contorted faces twisted with their animalistic desires. She 
could barely breathe the stuffy, unclean air of the storage room, and 
what she could inhale was pungent with the erotic scent of their virile 
young genitals. Don Watson slipped his hands down over her breasts, 
cupping and squeezing their firm roundnesses while his stiff, erect 
penis pressed along the smooth, tanned sides of her body. Joey Gore was 
on his knees in front of her, his big hands running obscenely down over 
her belly and thighs, while he crowded in as close as he could to rub 
his swollen hardness up against the nakedness of her satiny smooth 
hips.

"No ... no, it can't be ... God no ..." she mewled fearfully over and 
over. She was helplessly locked in a cell-like room, to be plundered in 
their drunken, uncontrolled fury! Suddenly, her moans turned to sharp 
gasps as she sucked in a savage breath of air. Don Watson had closed 
his mouth over one involuntarily swelling nipple, biting it teasingly 
while his lips sucked hungrily at the white, throbbing flesh of her 
uplifting breasts! Weird, masochistic sensations began to seep through 
her body against her will as the boys continued to fondle her naked, 
exposed body. Her alcohol-dimmed mind was unable to cope with the tiny 
wisps of forbidden pleasure that were beginning to swirl up from deep 
within her defenseless loins. Shamefully, she had to admit to being 
unable to stop the rising excitement their youthful hands and lips upon 
her were triggering. Dear God! She must fight it with all of her 
strength! She must not succumb as she had last Sunday to the depraved 
temptation of sweet young flesh!

She whimpered under their brutal assault, her head still raised as she 
gaped around the room at the tender, hardened penises thrusting lewdly 
from the crouching young boys. God, any one of them would have been 
enough to set her wild and that would have been terrible enough ... But 
here and now there were three of them, three delicious naked boys, not 
just one! She mustn't let them win! She mustn't!

As a last resort, she gazed again at young Mark Trenton, her tear-
filled eyes pleading desperately for his mercy. But the boy was too 
caught up in his own frantic lust to pay her any attention, stretching 
her legs apart so he could see all of the soft, blonde-haired lips of 
her defenselessly waiting pussy. With a tiny groan of utter despair, 
the tormented woman let her head fall back against the dirty mattress. 
There was no hope at all for her, there was nothing she could do to 
save herself, no way to escape at all. She was physically outnumbered 
and trapped by her own guilt in first seducing young Mark last Sunday 
morning. She could only lay in unwilling passiveness as she felt the 
eager boy's fingers begin to move as they had before, caressing and 
kneading the moist pink flesh of her wide-splayed vaginal slit. The 
avidly excited Joey slid down to where Mark Trenton was teasingly 
fondling the soft blonde-curled mound before him. "Christ, look at that 
hot little pussy, will you?" he croaked in his high-pitched voice.

"Yeah, this is what I was telling you guys," Mark whispered excitedly. 
"This is just like she was with me before! Then she wanted me to put my 
finger in her hole and finger-fuck it up and down inside her like it 
was a prick!"

"Shit no, kid," Joey groaned. "With a snatch that sweet, you gotta lick 
it. Move over and I'll show you how."

"Right on, man!" Don Watson prompted as he took Miriam's arm and put it 
around his neck for a cushion. "I'm sucking her tits, but if you don't 
go down on her, I'll be glad to lick her pussy instead!"

Miriam groaned in new-found shame, her heart pounding wildly in her 
chest as she felt Mark moving away and Joey taking his place between 
her legs. He dropped excitedly to his haunches between her open thighs 
and then to his belly, his face hovering only inches above her loins. 
"Ohhh, I'm going to stick my tongue so far up her hot little hole, 
she'll be able to taste it up in her mouth!" he panted lewdly, and then 
he grabbed her widened thighs and pulled her hips down closer to him on 
the mat. The fearfully quivering woman moaned softly in a daze of 
horror and humiliation as her body slid unresistingly toward him, her 
legs collapsing outward in obscene angles on either side of his naked 
slim body. Above her she could see through her alcohol dimmed eyes the 
other two boys staring hungrily down at the sight of her velvet soft 
skin, curving in from her thighs to form the soft, blonde curls of her 
pink-hued cunt. With his thumbs placed firmly on the softly trembling 
vaginal lips, Mark began a slow, tormenting outward pressure to peel 
them slowly apart until the thin, vertical little mouth of her moist, 
tender pussy below was cringingly exposed to the gazes of the other 
boys. They all stared greedily at her defenseless vagina, for a 
thrilling moment, until with a low animal-like groan of desire, Mark 
Trenton dropped his head and buried the full length of his long, 
slippery tongue deeply into the warm, throbbing walls of Miriam's open 
cunt.

"Ahhh!" she jerked, feeling his moist young lips closing hotly over the 
soft, wet furrow. A convulsive spasm of delight spiraled up the length 
of her spine as she felt his searching tongue spread her blonde curling 
pubic hairs and lace snake-like into the naked tight slit of her cuntal 
mound. She ground her buttocks down hard against the mat, endeavoring 
to escape the teasing, youthful attack, a whimpering moan of defeat 
bubbling from deep within her chest. But the slaving boy seemed to know 
unerringly what to do, and his head burrowed further up between her 
open thighs, his gleaming ivory teeth fastening into the soft flesh of 
her belly. He spread the woman's fleshy cunt lips wider with his 
fingers, and with a maddening liquid suck of the lips, drew the tiny 
pink bud of her throbbing clitoris wetly into his hot moist mouth. He 
nibbled it with the sharp tips of his teeth, feeling it jerking back to 
life from the softness that her earlier fear had brought.

Miriam clenched her eyes tightly shut against the whirlpools of 
sensation that were beginning to shoot through her quivering loins 
against her will. She fought with all her inner strength against the 
betrayal of her body again, but the young boy's tongue continued its 
maddening licking against the straining pink bud of her sex, until she 
could only groan uncontrollably His hot probing tip worked its way up 
and down the length of her narrow wet slit, starting at the lower curve 
of her belly and pressured its way down over the elastic-rimmed opening 
of her clasping vagina and into the crevice of her flexing buttocks, 
where it stopped momentarily to do a wet probing homage to her tight, 
pinkly throbbing anus. Her hips ground involuntarily into the rustling 
mat, soft mewling animal sounds escaping pitifully from between her 
passion-clenched teeth. Her loins jerked forward of their own desire, 
burying his flicking tongue to its roots. Fire rapidly replaced fear 
and everything else ... until to Miriam nothing existed for except her 
flame-seared cunt.

She was that cunt! Oh God, she was that cunt!

Her entire body was flowering into a great open cavern that had to be 
filled, that had to be gorged and stuffed with hot young flesh. Nothing 
else mattered now--not fear, not principles, not humiliation; just the 
crawling reality of the flicking tongue that had crawled in between the 
hot steaming vaginal furrow down between her wide held thighs.

"Ohhhh, ohhhh, yess, suck my cunt like that! Suck it hard, my little 
darling! Ahhhhh!" she squealed, splaying her legs wider and wider to 
give young Joey greater access.

The lust-incited boy could stand it no longer. "Give me room, guys! I'm 
going to fuck Mrs. Dodge now!" He began to trace tiny round wet circles 
up over her body, moving forward over her flesh, licking at her navel 
and breasts and cheeks, his hot moist saliva soaking her skin. She 
rotated her passion-twisted face around, searching with her open mouth 
for his tender young lips. She found them and sucked his tongue deep 
into her throat with a low animal groan. His saliva flowed into her in 
unimpeded torrents, and she swallowed greedily, mewling for more.

Her loins ground frantically up off the mat below, searching with her 
hot gaping pussy for his hard virile penis that was going to rip 
deliciously into her hungry belly. The passion-aroused boys gathered 
around the mat gasped as Joey's throbbing cock-head found her excitedly 
pulsating pussy opening. They watched with grinning, eager faces as it 
jostled for a moment against her pink ragged edges of flesh, 
insinuating itself gently between her moistly parted cuntal lips. Then, 
with a flick of his hips, the grinning adolescent forced his blood-
filled tip brutally into the throbbing opening of her hair-lined cunt, 
stretching her resisting rubbery flesh almost to the bursting point.

Miriam threw her head wildly to the side and sighed delightedly. 
"Aaaahhhhggggg!"

His hardened penis sunk a delicious inch, the struggling woman trying 
desperately to jerk her hips up and absorb more of the punishing 
impalement up inside her wildly aroused belly. Joey Gore levered up on 
his hands in the push-up position. He flicked again, his grin widening, 
and his relentless hardness slid inside another searing inch.

"Mmmmmm!"

Another taunting inch--

"Uhhhhhh!"

Hot panting breaths coursed over her naked sweating body as the other 
two boys crowded in closer. Their youthful features hung within inches 
of her straining nudity, watching hypnotically as their writhing 
English teacher was being fucked and skewered like a fresh young virgin 
by their teenage buddy. Miriam was dimly aware of the leering boys 
kneading hotly at her breasts, their fingers and hands teasing over 
every part of her flesh until it felt as though she were covered with 
tiny crawling animals. The storage room had become to her like a giant 
octopus with thousands of grasping tentacles reaching out obscenely to 
crush her into helplessness.

"Ohhh ... Oh, Godddd, ohhhhh ..." she moaned hysterically, tears 
gushing from her open but unseeing eyes.

Her sobbing, struggling response only incited the immature excitement 
of young Joey Gore, and he lunged down upon her, thrusting his virile 
young penis deep into her tight resisting passage. Miriam jerked 
convulsively as the slender pulsing cock raced into her belly, pushing 
great ripples of pink soft flesh in rolling waves before it. It was an 
uncontrollable monster crawling around inside her, filling her every 
crevice and pushing her inner organs into tiny tight balls that could 
not breathe or move. It felt to her as if it was coming out of her 
throat, curling around her shoulders and neck to crush her life away, 
ripping her soul from her body and devouring her in great fires of 
depraved sensuality.

"Ahhhhh!" her lips breathed in welcome relief.

Joey flexed his imbedded cock-head, bringing a deep mewl from her lips, 
her teeth reclenching. He flexed again--another moan--a lesser moan, as 
her now hotly clasping cuntal passage grew accustomed to the young 
boy's shaft. Then he began a slow revolving motion with his pelvis, 
grinding his virile cock tightly into her naked loins, expanding the 
still cringing walls of her vagina until she wanted to beg for more. 
Dear God, he was torturing her beyond endurance!

"Fuck me, Joey ... Ohhhh, for God's sake stop teasing me and fuck!" She 
moaned in rapturous craving. "Ohhh, fuck me hard, you little bastard!"

The other two boys unbelieving eyes leered lustfully within inches of 
the buried boyish prick, amazed at how the tight moist little hole they 
had seen before was capable of swallowing so much hardened flesh. From 
both sides of the mat hands rubbed lewdly over the moon-shaped cheeks 
of her deeply impaled buttocks, fingers pulling cruelly at the fleshy 
hair-covered lips surrounding it. Don's fingertip curled under Joey's 
dangling testicles to probe at her tiny puckered anus, flicking 
tauntingly at it like another tongue. Miriam winced as it suddenly 
popped through the tight surrounding ring and dug deeply at the soft 
rubbery flesh inside. He moved around, expanding the tiny tight hole 
until the palm of his intruding hand lay flat against her asscheeks, 
the whole young finger sunk safely inside her wetly throbbing rectum.

Now Joey Gore began a searing fucking motion in and out of Miriam's 
moistly stretched pussy, thrusting forward mercilessly from the apex of 
his withdrawal and battering her sensation-filled body back hard 
against the mattress. Donald Watson's finger imbedded in her hungrily 
clasping anus joined the slowly pistoning cock in a rhythmic fucking 
duo that brought moans of pain and pleasure gasping from her bubbling 
mouth in time to their simultaneous tempo.

The pain in her rectum was beginning to ease and a weird sensation of 
fulfillment slowly tingled through her helpless body. Her hips began an 
involuntary gyration in masochistic concert with the. increasing speed 
of the cock and finger fucking into her.

"Oohhh yes, yesss, fuck me! Oh, you beautiful little boys, fuck me like 
thissss!" she crooned, squirming her body lewdly around among the 
myriad of hands and fingers that crawled relentlessly over her tingling 
flesh. God, she was their prisoner, a helpless prisoner to the 
delicious ravaging of her cunt and asshole!

"Ohhh, don't stop, boys! Oh fuck, don't ever stop!" she groaned into 
the smelly stale air, gyrating her upturned buttocks faster and faster, 
trying to keep up with the glistening boy's penis and the other's 
drubbing finger. She sensed her body start to spiral toward her climax, 
and felt Joey's prick fucking into her seething cunt begin to throb and 
inflate. She felt her thighs being pushed wider apart as the teenager 
shoved his cock as deep as it would go inside her belly, and she knew 
he was ready to cum that instant.

"No! No, not yet! Wait!" she chanted in desperation, but it was too 
late. The young boy's eyes rolled around helplessly in his head and his 
tight round testicles began to jerk wildly and spew out his hot white 
semen deep into her voraciously contracting womb. She ground her naked 
loins up tightly against his pelvis to stop the flow for a moment, but 
her very eagerness defeated her desperate purpose. The tightly nibbling 
clasp of her pussy milked it clean, the last drop of his hot load 
spurting deep inside her dilated vagina.

The boy rolled useless and drained from her still squirming flesh, 
helped by the hands of his eager friends clawing to take his place. A 
thin string of white sticky fluid trailed from his cock over her leg to 
the floor where he collapsed in exhaustion. "Christ, Mrs. Dodge's the 
wildest fuck in town! She's gone clean out of her mind," she could 
dimly hear through the muffled confusion of her mind.

Then: "Me! God damn it to hell, it's my turn! I'll cum all over the mat 
if I don't get in her now!"

Her hips jerked up automatically to receive the familiar thrust of 
young Mark Trenton who was hurriedly replacing his friend between her 
wide-spread legs. He rammed into her like a jackhammer, needing no 
foreplay to excite him, the obscene spectacle alone having been enough.

Together he and Miriam surged hotly for the climax she had been so 
cruelly deprived of when Joey Gore had deserted her. Then ... her 
orgasm hit suddenly like an angry fist in the stomach as youthful 
Mark's penis uncontrollably spewed out his burning fourteen year old 
seed deep into her hungrily absorbing belly. Great waves of 
overwhelming joy coursed through her desperately writhing body, curling 
the tips of her toes and fingers like burning twigs in a bonfire. She 
wallowed lewdly around in her maniacal arousal, punishing and debasing 
herself as her own cum gushed hotly from between her legs and soaked 
the mattress between her wildly grinding buttocks. "AAHHH! OHH GOD! 
FILL ME, BABY, FILL MEEEEE! OHHH!"

Donald Watson grinned to himself. Now it was his turn, now after his 
two young friends had exhausted themselves. Hell, he'd show them all 
how a man could satisfy a woman--after all, the teacher was still 
screaming for more, wasn't she?

"Turn over, Mrs. Dodge," he commanded. "I'm gonna fuck you dog-style."

Miriam, all will to resist anything they wanted to do to her gone, 
rolled her battered body over in the slippery wetness of their cum, and 
rested heavily on her stomach.

"Now kneel," the boy demanded to the half-conscious woman. He grabbed 
her impatiently at the hips and helped her to her knees. She rested 
panting for a moment on all-fours, her buttocks high in the air and her 
face pushed hard against the mat. Her eyes were glazed thickly from the 
ravishment her body was enduring.

Miriam felt fevered young hands on her hips as Donald knelt between her 
open thighs. She waved the wide stretched moons of her buttocks lewdly 
at him, feeling the blunt end of his penis pressing into the now wetly 
flooded crevice in her loins. With a grunt he shoved cruelly forward, 
causing her to jerk forward in surprise at the sudden lunge.

"Shit, I'm hard again already!" she dizzily heard Joey Gore exclaim. 
"Damn it to hell, I'm going to join in!" She felt him move onto the 
mattress in front of her, and then his hands as they lifted her head up 
to face him. His erect boyish cock rammed without warning between 
Miriam's gaping lips, his hands holding her face vice-like between them 
so she could not pull away. He ground his young penis forward into her 
mouth, forcing Miriam to gag as he rammed it half-way down her throat, 
the full length disappearing into her roundly ovalled lips almost to 
the hilt. His testicles slapped harshly down against her chin, the soft 
fuzz covering them tickling her like a light airy feather.

Oh God, she groaned. They were buffeting her back and forth like a 
child's toy between them, using her helpless body as a great receptacle 
into which they would pump their burning young sperm. God, how could 
this be happening to her? But then, the very helplessness of her 
position flickered erotically through her mind. The mental picture of 
her body being fucked between two hotly excited boys at the same time 
incited the hunger in her belly to begin raging out of control again. 
She started to undulate her buttocks around in tiny teasing circles, 
squeezing with her cuntal muscles at the fleshy cock boring into her, 
wanting passionately to wallow in fresh young cum again. She wanted to 
milk his youthful prick dry, to fill her belly once more until all of 
his hot white liquid ran down her already thickly covered thighs. She 
sucked voraciously at the penis in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and 
filling with Joey's boyish thrusts. Her tongue licked wildly at his 
blood-filled cock-head, the tip probing hotly into the small gland on 
its end. She wanted it to shoot in her mouth. She wanted to swallow his 
young sperm and feel it running down her throat until her stomach was 
as filled as her cunt. She wanted it to run through every pore of her 
body in unending torrents of joy.

Her wish came true a moment later.

Simultaneously with the rising tide of her second building orgasm, she 
felt the young cock fucking into her from behind inflate and begin to 
spew its white seething load deep up her clasping cunt. It ricocheted 
wildly around inside and then gushed back out hotly from the hair-
covered lips onto the mattress below. Don's testicles pressed tightly 
against her exposed clitoris, causing her body to jump spasmodically 
forward, burying Joey's virile young prick all the way up in her madly 
sucking mouth. Then, it too exploded, flooding her throat with his 
pungent youthful fluid, her cheeks expanding like a balloon to keep 
from choking on the huge torrent that spurted without stopping deep 
into her eagerly accepting mouth. She swallowed in hungry crazed gulps, 
fastening her lips like an elastic ring tightly around the ejaculating 
flesh, fearful of losing even a drop of the precious young seed. Small 
droplets ran from the corners of her mouth as the boy collapsed in 
front of her, his deflating slender penis slipping lifelessly from her 
still, unconsciously sucking mouth.

Miriam screwed her nakedly upraised buttocks back hard against the 
squirting cock in her cunt, and with a scream from between her tightly 
clenched teeth, she felt her own body explode into what seemed like a 
thousand tiny pieces. Her legs could no longer hold her up, and she 
collapsed on the mat as the penis slid limply from her semen and orgasm 
drenched pussy, the room's fetid air rushing warmly into the unplugged 
opening.

"Jesus, now I wanna fuck'er again ...!" young Mark Trenton gasped, and 
time after that became a meaningless blur, a constant merging of virile 
boy's cocks fucking her as they would and where they would. Her body 
reacted with orgasm after orgasm, even after her strength was gone and 
she could only follow their directions mechanically.

"Get those legs up! Move that ass, teacher! Suck me harder, Mrs. 
Dodge!"

She felt as though she was nothing more than a fleshy robot for their 
use, weakly moving her limbs to comply with their lewd commands. 
Finally, many long hours later, they dressed, Joey unlocked the 
storage-room door and the three boys left her where she lay. Miriam was 
too worn out to move, and she fell into an exhausted sleep on the 
soiled, stained mattress that would forever be her bed of shame and 
surrender to the lowest depths of desire of the flesh.



Chapter 5


Roger Trenton was not a drinking man per se. A martini before dinner or 
a bottle of wine during the meal, but not both--otherwise, he was apt 
to lose too much control over his reasoning and will-power. As he 
thought in self-torture, he had last Saturday with Miriam on the picnic 
... But here it was Saturday again, and he was sitting at two o'clock 
in the afternoon with his third brandy-and-soda in his hand, and 
feeling quite drunk ...

The sadly contemplative biology instructor had been maudlin all week, 
plagued with feelings of doubt and guilt over what had taken place up 
in the hills with the English teacher from school. Damn! He was such a 
fool! He'd wanted her almost from the first time they'd met, his loins 
firing with sexual need every moment they were together. With an 
experienced man's instinct for such things, he felt she was as 
attracted to him as he was to her; and more, she was as sensual as she 
was provocative. Considering what he thought she was like, he couldn't 
blame her for reacting like a feline in heat to him--but neither could 
he be angered over her sudden switch back to modesty. Who could respect 
a woman otherwise? Christ, she was a voluptuous, curvaceous female; but 
so was a whore. He wanted a woman who was sensitive to affection and 
discerning in her choice of men, as well as being beautiful to look at.

Roger sighed, scratching the head of his large German Shepherd dog 
beside him before taking another deep swallow of his drink. Christ, if 
his blatant pressuring hadn't shocked Miriam enough, his impulsive 
proposal for marriage must have really jolted her. Hell, it had jolted 
him! What had ever possessed him to ask such a thing? Did he love the 
blonde-haired English teacher, or was it merely a bad case of the 
"hots" for her? Well, until he'd made love to her he wouldn't know if 
he was in love with her ...

He smiled thinly at the idea. He'd had all sorts of dirty dreams lately 
about fucking Miriam half to death, but he could see plainly that he 
wouldn't get another chance to score with her soon the way things were 
going. He'd sat down with one brandy-and-soda in an effort to calm his 
misgivings about seeing her again. He'd had no thought in mind about 
getting drunk, but as he'd mulled over the way Miriam had obviously 
avoided him all week, he had allowed the one drink to flow into a 
second, and then into this third. It was past two o'clock in the 
afternoon already; he was late for his date with her; and at the rate 
he was swallowing the brandy, he might not get there at all.

Last Saturday, she'd told him not to apologize any more, but he knew 
that she was still upset and troubled, and he figured it had to be over 
his stupid actions then. A half-dozen times during the school week he 
had set out for her office after one of his classes to say once again 
that he was sorry, but something of pride always seemed to stop him 
halfway there. What bothered him were her so-called "reasons" she'd 
refused to give, and all her crap that they did not concern him. 
Horsepucky! If her reasons, whatever they were, were stronger than her 
affection, then she was obviously not that interested in him. Why the 
hell should he be crawling around on his knees? She wanted to keep 
their relationship at a distance, then damn it, he would treat her as 
an object, not as a woman whose feelings must be considered!

"Right, Buck?" he said to his German Shepherd. "You don't give a damn 
if the bitch is a collie or a husky, so long's you can climb on her and 
stick it in her hole, right?"

The dog barked as if he understood, and wagged his tail thumpingly 
against the floor.

"But Miriam is a human being, I'm afraid," Roger Trenton sighed 
regretfully. He sank back in his chair with his drink pressed to his 
lips. Sure, he could get as righteous as he wanted to, but he knew deep 
down he was only kidding himself. Miriam was much too beautiful a 
person for him not to be more tender and understanding toward her. He 
was acting overly impatient, considering he'd known her less than a 
month. Perhaps in time, if she was willing to open into a warm, 
intimate relationship with him, they could find a mutual, shared love 
and trust ...

"D-Dad?" an anxious young voice called to him.

"Mark?" His father turned around in his chair to survey the boy 
embarrassingly standing a short ways away. All of Roger's thoughts 
about Miriam evaporated with one look at his stricken child, for he saw 
the pain in his expression and the puffy rings around his eyes. "Why, 
Mark, you've been crying!"

"Yeah, I ... guess I have been," Mark replied, his chin trembling as he 
tried to hold back a fresh stream of tears.

In spite of his mind feeling velvety from all the liquor he'd consumed, 
Roger was immediately concerned. He'd been both father and mother to 
the boy for so long that there was nothing he wouldn't do to help him. 
He straightened up and said: "Come here, son. Something's bothering 
you."

"You ... you won't get mad at me? No matter what?" the boy said in a 
fearful whisper, taking a hesitant step forward.

"Hey, don't mink that, son. We've been too close for you to believe 
such a thing. I'm your pal, remember? What happened? You flunk a test?"

"Ohhh," Mark suddenly burst into tears, and he crushed his young body 
to his father, almost upsetting the brandy glass on the table. "Oh, 
Dad, I've done something awful!" The youth was a quivering, guilt-
ridden soul. He hadn't slept a wink all night, constantly thinking of 
how he'd left poor Mrs. Dodge sprawled naked and her legs wide open 
back in the gym. How could he have allowed such a thing to happen when 
he loved her so much? Now he'd hurt her, and he didn't know what to do 
or where to turn except to his father. It had taken most of the day to 
screw up enough courage to tell of what he'd done, but he had to do it 
and hope his dad wouldn't hate him or turn him over to the police. He 
couldn't go on living feeling this bad, not another day!

Roger was terribly upset over his son's behavior. His first off-hand 
guess that Mark was troubled over school work was wrong, he could see--
besides, his child was too level-headed for that. He tried to recall 
his own teenaged days and what had been the source of his problems, and 
recalled that they had almost entirely been over puppy-loves. Well, 
Mark was growing up; it was time for him to experience some of the 
agonies of budding sex.

"Hey, I bet I know what it is," he said jocularly, keeping a smile on 
his face to show encouragement and understanding. "It's about a girl, 
isn't it?"

"Y-yes, in a way. A ... a woman. A grown-up woman," Mark sniveled 
helplessly. "Mrs. Dodge, m-my English teacher. I love her, Dad, I 
really love her!"

Roger was gripped with the wildest temptation to laugh out loud. How 
normal! How perfectly innocently natural, and to top it all, Mark 
thought he was in love with none other than Miriam! But one look into 
his son's pain-flecked eyes and he knew that to laugh now would crush 
him to the core. Instead he soothingly said; "Well, don't feel bad. 
She's a lovely woman, Mark, and I bet half the kids at school have a 
crush on her."

"But ... But they didn't do what I did to her," Mark groaned.

"What was that, son?"

"I ... I ..." Mark took a deep breath, squeezing his eyes closed 
together as though expecting an executioner's ax to fall. "I ... I 
raped her!"

"You what?" Roger dropped his jaw open like it was shattered glass. 
"You did what to Mrs. Dodge?"

"Me and Jo--me and some buddies, we made her drunk at the dance last 
night," the boy uncontrollably blurted out. "We got her up to the gym 
storage room, locked the door, and then made her lie down all naked on 
one of the mats. Then we fu--then we took turns on her, over and over, 
in her snat--down between her legs and sometimes even in her mouth! 
Then we left her there, lying like she was dead. Oh, I don't care if 
she wanted us to do it to her, she didn't at first. I hurt her, Dad, I 
know I hurt her plenty!"

She wanted us to ... for some reason that phrase burned deeper in Roger 
Trenton's brain than all the others of his son's confession. He felt as 
though he'd been struck over the head with a baseball bat and his 
breath knocked totally out of his lungs. Christ, he'd heard rumors 
about Miss Flannigan but he'd chalked that up to gossip. Boys loved 
having fantasies about being man enough to make love to a woman, and a 
desirable woman like Miriam would replace old Flannigan on this new 
year's list with no trouble at all. But this was his own child telling 
him! God ... was it possible? Mark ... with Miriam, his Miriam! His 
insides churned with the lewdness of the very idea, but it was too wild 
a story not to believe!

"Now you're mad at me! I can tell! You hate me now!" Mark struggled 
against his father in his effort to break free, but Roger held his son 
tightly to him in a firm but gentle grip.

"No, son, I'm not mad," he said, trying to calm him. "I ... I simply 
was shocked for a moment. I ... I don't understand, that's all. I mean, 
you called it rape, but--the way it sounds to me--"

"But I forced her to do it with me," Mark blubbered helplessly. "It 
wasn't like last Sunday, when she was nice and kind and told me she was 
my new Mommy ..."

"She ... she said she was your mother?" Roger gasped in a hoarse 
whisper. Good God, what had that woman been up to with his boy?

"Y-yes," Mark said, trying desperately to explain things and make them 
better. "When I saw her playing with herself in her shower, she took 
all my clothes off and then we got on her bed, and she wanted me ... 
wanted me to ..."

"Fuck her!" Roger blurted, before he realized that he was talking to 
his own son. "She wanted you to fuck her!"

"Uh-huh," Mark nodded, wiping away his tears with one tiny balled fist. 
"It was the first time for me, and ... boy, did it feel good! It felt 
good when we all did it to her last night, too. That was kind of fun, 
but I know I hurt her deep down inside her heart. And I love Mrs. Dodge 
like I love you, Dad. That's why you gotta do something, Dad, you just 
gotta!"

Roger felt seething anger begin to boil up inside his chest. Christ, 
she'd seduced his own son the day after she'd coldly turned him down. 
The gall of that bitch! He looked at his tearfully pleading boy, 
feeling at a loss to know what calm and rational advise to give one so 
young which wouldn't harm his growing mind further. Yet all the while 
he tried to contain the increasing flames of resentment and bitterness 
that were licking higher at the alcohol in his blood ...

"Son, you didn't rape her," Roger said slowly, carefully. "If Mrs. 
Dodge wanted you to make love to her last Sunday, then she's the type 
who'd want you to do it again to her last night. You said yourself that 
after a little while she did. I bet it was just that there were so many 
of you boys that she was scared at first."

"Gee, you think so?" Mark whimpered eagerly. "You think maybe she 
doesn't hate me, and maybe I could go see her again?"

See her again ... to fuck! Roger swallowed thickly, gazing at his young 
boy seeing for the first time that despite his tender age of fourteen, 
Mark had been forcibly wrenched into the beginning stages of adulthood, 
whether ready for it or not. So he doubted that the experiences would 
shatter his development--but now, what could he tell his son? Not to 
ever see Mrs. Dodge again because what had been done was dirty and 
sinful? He himself had tried to get into her panties, hadn't he? Mark 
would see right through his lie, and much of the trust he'd tried to 
bridge between their generations would be lost. He had to play it 
straight and honest with his child, as he'd always done with him ...

"Tell me, Mark," he said after a moment, "would you want to continue 
making love to Mrs. Dodge if she wanted you to?"

"Gosh yes!" The lights of hope and love sparkled in the youth's dark 
eyes. "Gee, Dad, you're really swell. You understand! Do you think you 
can make things right again?"

"Let me think ..." Roger relaxed against the back of his chair, patting 
Buck with one hand idly while he sipped the last of his brandy with the 
other. He had to protect his son ... but it was too late for much of 
that any more. Mostly, he wanted to punish Miriam. He wanted to punish 
her so cruelly that she'd never forget. Half-drunk, smarting with 
righteous indignation at the way he'd been taken in by her phony front 
of modesty, Roger Trenton suddenly was filled with an insane desire to 
fuck that bitch like his son and all his buddies had fucked her. What a 
fitting retribution for the shameless little child molester, he thought 
wickedly ...

"Son, Mrs. Dodge kept saying she was your mother, didn't she?"

"Sure, but we both knew she was only make-believing."

"Well, make-believe or not, how about all three of us going over to her 
house now? You, me and Buck. After all, if she's your mother, then I'm 
her husband, right--? and husbands have their rights too, you know!"

"Oboy! You mean make it a family affair?"

"That's the ticket, son ... if you don't mind me sharing her with you."

"Gee, Dad, how could I mind that? I think it would be great if you 
could love her as much as I do! And Buck too!" he added innocently. 
"I'll put on a clean shirt and we'll go!"

He raced excitedly to his bedroom, leaving his father smirking with his 
smoldering, liquored emotions. In the momentary silence? Roger was 
beginning to feel a doubt, wondering if he could really do such a 
terrible thing to Miriam. But then he thought of what she had done to 
Mark already, and he knew that he had hit upon the perfect answer. A 
bitch she was, all right ... he would follow through and exact his 
revenge, debasing her in front of Mark's eyes forever. A harsh lesson, 
he mused as he scratched the large Buck's furry ears. But a proper one 
befitting the crime ...

*   *   *

Miriam Dodge's Saturday had been one of the most miserable she could 
ever remember. Now, alone in her house, she had spent the time since 
she'd awakened at noon by weeping silently. The painful and disgusting 
recollections of her depraved ravishment by those three sadistic boys 
last night kept sweeping over her tormented mind, their vivid images 
flashing over and over in torturing repetition.

She wrapped her thin, pale-blue nightgown tighter around her body, 
hugging herself with her arms as if bitterly cold. Her whole naked form 
beneath the flimsy, semi-transparent gown shivered in the throes of 
convulsive tremors as she tried desperately to shake the lewd memories 
which filled every inch of her heart and head. She knew that she should 
be overwhelmed with remorse and repugnance, but she was not--and that 
was the most horrible part of all, frightening her more than all else 
combined. For her returning nightmares were not so much of the vicious 
horrors that had been done to her on the smelly mat in the storage 
room, but rather of her own indefensible submission and lewd 
performance ...

Her obscene rutting with those three nakedly abandoned aged fourteen 
boys, egging them on and demanding more of their virile young penises 
hard in her belly and mouth ... her cumming, cumming, continual cumming 
... her awakening to find herself splayed nude and soaking wet where 
she'd been heartlessly discarded when they'd taken their fill of her 
... God, her body had been a mass of bruises that had centered around 
her breasts and inner thighs. Her flesh had been rubbed so raw that 
this morning she'd been too sore to dress, and even the soft nylon gown 
pressing against her skin was enough to send sharp waves of pain 
shooting through her body. She had dazedly gathered her clothes and 
slipped them on despite her agony at their touch, and managed to clean 
herself up before leaving the room and stumbling back to the cafeteria. 
The dance was about over and Harlow Cartwright had been searching for 
her. He had grudgingly accepted her excuse of having suddenly fallen 
ill "with the flu", though one good glimpse at the heavy lines marring 
her preciously fresh skin had been enough for him to raise an eyebrow 
of suspicion. But she had remained silent, never hinting to the 
principal or his ugly wife what had actually taken place.

And, she promised herself as she sat now in the chair, the appalling 
truth would remain locked in the confines of her soul forever. To 
expose the whole sordid affair could only add to her troubles, the 
publicity of the lurid details opening the door to full disclosure of 
all her previous sexual perversions. No, she was emotionally ruined for 
life, but at least she still had a chance to run ... run again, as she 
always had when uncovered for what she was.

Before this day was through, she vowed, she would find the inner 
strength to dress and pack her suitcase. She would drive out of 
Logansville and never, ever return. She would compose a letter of 
resignation and mail it on Monday from some far-off place, the 
sacrifice of the money owed her worth the pain of another moment in 
this hellish town.

Her only dread was that Roger Trenton would show up for their day-time 
date before she had time to pull herself together. There could be no 
good-byes with him, for although she had come to realize that she truly 
loved the older man, she had to hide the sickening facts from him more 
than from anybody else. It wouldn't be fair to make him or his lovely 
son Mark suffer for what was essentially her own doing, her own 
miserable failings. God, she had to get started ... but somehow, she 
couldn't seem to find the will to lift herself out of the chair.

There was no more question whether she could trust herself or not. It 
was obvious that she couldn't stop herself from following her perverted 
desires once the evil urges beckoned.

No pledge or promise had been able to endure for longer than a few 
short minutes when faced with lewd temptation. God, what would happen 
to her later on? At this rate, what would be her end?

A thundering racket snapped Miriam from her tortured thoughts. She 
realized after a shocked moment that someone was banging his fist 
violently against her front door.

"What ...? Who's there?" she called out fearfully.

"Open up, Miriam!"

"Oh!" Miriam gasped as she recognized the voice of Roger Trenton. 
Roger! He was already here! And he sounded so angry! God, had young 
Mark confessed to him? Had he seen something was wrong and pried the 
horrid truth out of the boy? She stood beside her chair, afraid to open 
the door.

"You want all the neighbors to hear what I've got to say to you, 
Miriam?" came a ferocious yell. "Open this goddamned door before I 
break it in!"

She unlatched the door against her will, afraid of what he might do or 
say if she didn't. "What do you want?" she asked hesitantly, opening 
the door a crack ... and then she was roughly thrown back against the 
wall as Roger burst his way inside.

"Shut up," the furiously glowering man sneered at her. She could see 
he'd been drinking again, his face all reddened from his heavy dose of 
alcohol. "All right, son," he called over his shoulder. "Come on in and 
bring Buck with you."

"Oh no!" The blood drained from the tormented woman's face as she saw 
young Mark Trenton and the giant German Shepherd walk into her 
livingroom and stand beside Roger. If there had been any question, the 
slightest doubt why Roger was here, the sight of the boy and his dog 
vanished it from her mind. "Oh God, no," she moaned again, looking back 
up into the savage face of the man she loved. But Roger was no longer 
that sympathetic, compassionate lover. He was a stranger now, his 
features cruelly twisted into lines of ruthlessness, mirroring his 
desire for revenge and punishment. He knew ... he knew what she had 
done!

"Roger, darling ... please listen to me," she whimpered up at him, her 
words sounding pathetic and useless even to her own ears, "Let me 
explain, please ..."

He walked over to where she stood almost naked, and stared down at her 
with hard, contemptuous hatred in his eyes. He did not speak, only a 
silent, rage-filled expression lining his anger-contorted lips.

Miriam quivered in her fear and shame. "Say something, Roger, say 
something," she prayed to him in desperation. She didn't know him now 
at all, and her humiliation was replaced by the fear that he was going 
to kill her. She almost wished he would.

"You fucking, kid-sucking bitch!" He spat the words so harsh and cruel 
that she winced beneath their impact. He leaned over and grasped her 
thinly clad shoulders hard in his hands, digging his fingers deep into 
the softness of her cringing flesh. "How many other little boys have 
fucked you since we've met?" he rasped. "Your whole English class? The 
whole goddamn Freshman football squad? Mother!"

He closed his hands tightly around her throat and pulled her mouth 
harshly to him. But the sudden movement and the savage pressure of his 
hands on her throat caused her to jerk her face away.

"You bitch," he snapped. "I didn't hear that you were squirming away 
from Mark!" He slapped her hard, flat across the cheeks, jerking her 
head to the side so hard she thought certainly he had broken her neck. 
She tried to twist away from his madness, but he only slapped her 
again, this time across her other cheek.

"Roger! Roger! You're killing me! You're killing me!"

"Not that way, I won't," he laughed cruelly down at her. "I have a 
better way of making you wish you had never been born! Take off your 
nightgown, Mother dear ... or should I call you my wife? Yeah ... take 
off that nightie, wife and get bare-ass naked!"

"Please, Roger," she sobbed mournfully. "Please don't make me. Not like 
this in front of Mark!"

"Why, you slut! He's seen you naked more times than I have. And he's 
fucked you, remember? I'm the one who hasn't had that pleasure before! 
Now, strip, I said!" he snarled viciously, and suddenly gripped the 
front of her loosely tied gown. He gave the thin material a twisting 
wrench, and her nearly transparent flimsy gown was open down the entire 
front of her body.

She could feel a cool rush of air slide beneath the opened cloth and 
begin caressing her naked flesh beneath. Her hands rose automatically 
to cover her exposed nakedness, but she dropped them quickly away as 
she realized that there was no more use in trying to hide. Roger was 
right; he and his son had seen everything she had to offer. Even the 
dog, Buck, had watched her naked on a blanket. Sobbing more quietly, 
she stood in passive defeat as Roger Trenton pulled the gown from 
around her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She trembled in her 
humiliation, totally nude in front of everyone she had ever cared 
about.

"On your knees, wife," Roger commanded from beside her. "Get down on 
the floor. Now!"

What else could she do? she thought, then suddenly felt the smarting 
whack of the enraged man's hand upon her buttocks. "Do as I say, 
Miriam," he snickered lewdly. "A husband's word is law!" Another 
resounding painful smack stung at her backsides, and she almost leaped 
as she hurried to kneel and obey his maddened commands. She helplessly 
cowered in front of his wide-spread legs, but as she looked up at him 
pleadingly, she suddenly gasped for breath.

Roger Trenton was unbelting his pants with almost feverish haste. He 
dropped his shorts and slid off his pants, throwing them and his shirt 
in every direction. Within seconds he stood towering over the stricken, 
terrified woman, his naked, muscular body gleaming softly in the dim 
room's lamp-light. Miriam's eyes trailed down his maturely developed 
chest, and groaned abjectly as her panicked gaze locked upon his erect 
penis. She had felt it in her hands and on her inner thighs before, up 
there on the picnic blanket the previous Saturday afternoon. But now 
she saw its length and breadth for the first time, and its enormous 
size filled her with dreaded awe. In comparison to the little teenage 
boys she'd known--even in terms of her ex-husband's normal size--
Roger's throbbing fleshy hardness was monstrous! She could feel her 
insides cringe at the thought of trying to accommodate even half of it. 
He grinned luridly down at her, enjoying her openmouthed terror, and 
dropped one hand to lightly stroke the heavy foreskinned shaft when he 
caught her stare fixed upon it.

"Like it, my bitch of a make-believe wife?" he leered with vulgar 
delight. "I think this will satisfy your hunger where lots of younger 
boys have not!"

"Roger, you ... you can't do this to me!" she whispered weakly, aware 
that little Mark was standing by. "My God, you'll kill me. I can't take 
a thing like that up inside me!"

"Yes," Roger smilingly taunted down at her. "You are, Miriam. Or would 
you prefer me going to the police?"

"Ohhhh," she groaned, hopelessly sobbing. Tears now streamed in flowing 
wet rivulets down the sides of her cheeks, and despite her gripping 
terror, she knew she would give in to him. She knew she had no choice 
even with his fourteen year old son watching. "Oh, God, then do it to 
me quick, and get it over with. Please, Roger, please ..."

Roger gazed down at the moaning, pleading woman, and something inside 
his heart began to soften his savage sense of hurt. Damn, Miriam was so 
luscious, so curvaceous. He had only to look down at the distorted 
expression of pain and suffering which twisted her lovely face ... and 
at the way she pressed her thighs back from his expected assault ... 
and he knew deep down that unwillingly he was weakening to her charms 
again. He realized belatedly that much of his anger at what Mark had 
told him was envy at the thought of the beautiful woman being fucked by 
his young son's cock; that he was as jealous as he was enraged. He knew 
that now to be the truth, and he felt a little twinge of shame mixing 
with his burgeoning raw lust for her.

"No, my make-believe wife," he said in a slightly softer tone. "No, 
I'll try and make you love it, even if it takes me two weeks to do it!"

He dropped to his knees beside her, pushing her backward with his hands 
upon her softly trembling breasts, until she lay spread out flat on her 
back upon the spongy soft carpet. Miriam closed her eyes tight again to 
close away the shame and fear of lying under him stripped naked and 
defenseless against his cold cruel gaze. The further humiliation of 
having young Mark standing there watching her like this momentarily 
made her want to scream. She opened her mouth in torment, but was too 
paralyzed with guilt to make a sound. Instead, all she could do was lie 
still, with her thighs wide apart, her breath coming so fast she felt 
as though her lungs would burst. Her belly quivered and heaved as 
though he already had the long thick cock extending out from his loins 
sunk deep inside her belly.

Roger bent over her prostrate body, fastening his teeth harshly into 
the nipple of her heaving left breast. She groaned in pain, attempting 
to twist away from the sudden sharp torture, but his hands, playing 
over the softness of her thighs and hips, held her tightly to him. His 
lips and tongue roamed wetly over the palpitating mounds, and though 
she tried to stop the feeling, a tiny tendril of sensation unwantedly 
descended feather-like to her naked loins below. God, she couldn't be 
reacting this way to a full grown man now even in the smallest bit! It 
was insane! But as he continued the slow tortuous licking of her flesh 
with his tongue, a blissful little twitch made her buttocks begin a 
slow, hardly noticeable grinding down into the rug.

"I'm going to fuck you," Roger moaned as his lips caressed over the 
soft sensitive skin of her breasts, his eyes still hard and cruel with 
the greed of his desire. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been 
fucked before. I want little Mark to see you twist and squirm when a 
man-sized cock sinks into your baby-loving little cunt. I want him to 
hear you beg and scream for me."

Miriam lay frozen under the prodding of his obscene words. Their very 
lewdness seemed to excite her a tiny bit more, but again she thought of 
how he wanted to merely use and humiliate her, and the beginning desire 
vanished from her mind. To lie beneath the man she'd thought loved her 
as nothing more than a receptacle for his lewdly gushing sperm and lust 
was a thousand times more degrading than even the three young boys' 
rape of her last night. The hateful mauling of her body by a father 
whose young son and huge dog eagerly were viewing was too much for even 
her to take! She could never respond passionately to him; she knew she 
couldn't! She would submit because she had to, but only in tormenting 
pain ...

Suddenly Roger slipped down on the carpet beside her and wrapped his 
arms around her naked body, pulling her tightly to him. They lay 
pressed together, his rigid cock insinuating all the way through her 
soft inner thighs and trapped on the other side between the crevice of 
her fear-clenched buttocks, his lips clamped wetly over hers. He moved 
his loins hungrily against her hips, and then she felt his long, 
sensitive finger slowly smoothing down their naked bodies to teasingly 
find her throbbing, tight vaginal mound. He dipped a little lower, down 
between the soft, hair-fringed pussy lips, spreading them open against 
her will to tease her tiny clitoris. Miriam couldn't hold back a soft 
mewling cry from the tingling sensation, and as she parted her lips, he 
thrust his tongue deep inside her saliva-moist mouth. She groaned 
around his long wet tongue with helpless despair, futilely trying to 
keep control of her perversely rising emotions.

Then, without warning, the older man rolled her over so she was lying 
on top of him. "It'll be easier on you if you ride up and down on my 
cock," he murmured huskily. "Kneel on either side of my hips, and ride 
me like a pony. Come on, do it!"

Miriam complied without hesitation, knowing full well that he would 
only hit her again if she defied him further. She levered up on her 
arms, her long blonde hair flowing down over her head and sweeping the 
naked man's chest, her breasts swaying sensuously with their erect 
little nipples lightly touching against his skin. She kneeled, 
straddling with her thighs splayed widely on either side of Roger's 
hips. She could sense his hardened penis pointing directly upward at 
the finger-moistened slit of her pussy.

She thought of what was going to follow, and tossed her head from side 
to side, tears streaming down the delicate conformity of her cheeks. 
Through her tear-blurred eyes, she could see him holding the length of 
his cock in his hand and taunting it up against the spread pink flesh 
of her cunt with its hardened blunted head. The immediate contact of 
its satiny warmness against the tingling skin of her vaginal opening 
instigated unwanted little carnal sensations which instantly spiraled 
upward through her naked loins. But then ...

"Uggg," she breathed as she felt the first harsh pressure against the 
tight elastic opening of her widespread cunt lips.

"Oooohhh, no, Roger, you can't! It's too big, too big!"

"Just relax," he panted with a sadistic lewdness. "You don't want Mark 
to think you don't like men, do you?"

He wrapped his hands tightly around her twisting waist to hold her 
securely atop his cock. Then he pushed upwards again, harder between 
her cuntal lips.

"Stop it! Oh, please, Roger, stop itttt!" she cried out as the tip of 
his penis slipped through, stretching cruelly the tight rubbery opening 
until Miriam felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the 
relentless pressure. She jerked her eyes open in fear and pain and saw 
his triumphant grin. Oh God, he was tearing her in two and enjoying 
every moment of it! He and Mark and even the dog, Buck--they were all 
sadistically watching with joy as she suffered above the slow 
remorseless penetration of her defenseless loins!

Suddenly the grin on Roger's face faded, and a contorted expression of 
sheer raw lust replaced it. He would stand it no more! He had to fuck 
her now! He felt the overpowering need to possess her, and wondered if 
it were a sign of love. Damn, at this moment, he would even be willing 
to marry her, just to fuck her! Savagely, he thrust his hips up off the 
rug, and at the same time, with his tightly cupped hands pulled her 
smooth curvaceous buttocks down over his long, thick cock.

"Arrrgghh!" she screamed at the top of her voice as she felt his raging 
fleshy hardness slice deeply up inside her excruciatingly stretching 
cunt. There was no stopping him, his throbbing hardness pushing the 
soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in lewdly rolling waves before 
it.

"Oh God!" she groaned. "You're splitting my cunt!"

She had never been so filled in her life, and his cock felt as thought 
it had ripped her vagina in a thousand tiny shreds as he speared into 
her without mercy or thought of injury.

There wasn't one tiny ridge on it that she could not feel as it sunk 
tight into the soft flesh of her belly, like a blade enclosed in moist 
warm sheath.

Roger lay still for a moment, his face directly below hers. God, she 
was tight! The crazy thought came to him that perhaps she had lied to 
him, and she had never been married before. Maybe the only fuckings 
she'd had before were done by boys like Mark! Well, if that was the 
case, then he'd marry her and fuck her to death!

Miriam, too, lay immobile, afraid to move for fear of the pain it might 
bring. Neither made a sound for a long moment, and then suddenly she 
felt a throb deep up inside her stomach, the thickness of Roger's cock 
jerking up another half an inch as he flexed inside her vagina.

"NNNNngggg," she grunted breathlessly, her face contorting with the 
throbbing pain.

"So how does it feel to have a man inside you instead of a little boy's 
prick?" he tormented below her, flexing again.

"Aggg," she groaned deeper this time, the cords of her neck standing 
out from the pressure of her resistance.

"I said, how does it feel with a man's cock inside you?" He flexed 
again, grinning up in lewd delight at the pained expression on her 
face.

"Ohhh, I love it, I love it," she cried, afraid to offend him. The pain 
was just too unbearable.

"Beg then," he hissed contemptuously.

"Ohhh, I can't! I can't," she prayed above him. "Not with little Mark 
here!"

"Beg me to fuck you, bitch!" he repeated. He throbbed his huge, lust-
hardened member deep up inside her quivering belly again. "Beg now and 
show him what a real cunt you are!"

"Ohhhh, Roger, don't make me, please!" She fought with all her strength 
and courage to escape this one further humiliation. This, she knew, 
would be the final surrender. It was the only thing she had left. He 
had taken all else; her love for him and his son, and the love they 
held for her in return, even what little self-respect she had left--
everything was gone. She couldn't let him have the pleasure of hearing 
her beg too. She just couldn't!

"Beg, you bitch!" he demanded, savage fire burning in his eyes. "Let 
Mark hear you beg me to fuck you!"

"Ohhh, God," she sobbed, her resistance broken by the pain and 
helplessness of her position. "D-do it to me Roger," she managed to 
whisper. "Do it to me."

"Not like that bitch," he demanded, "Say fuck me."

"Oh, fuck me," she hissed through clenched teeth, tears gushing from 
her eyes as she spat out the lewd, obscene word. Her shame and 
degradation were complete now. She was a filthy whore now, nothing 
better than a dirty gutter whore!

The bitter words bored into her mind like evil omens of the future. She 
was lost! Lost! He had taken everything that was left of her and 
crushed it with unfeeling cruelty. There was no hope left, nothing, 
nothing but the huge, fleshy hardness buried deep inside her burning 
vagina.

Roger sensed the loss of this last remaining ounce of resistance left 
in her soul, and digging his finger harshly into the skin of her waist, 
he began a slow, rocking motion up between her wide-stretched thighs. 
He felt her tight narrow cuntal passage involuntarily widen with each 
short smooth stroke he took and heard her cry and groan in helpless 
defeat as she surrendered above him. It was rhythmic music to his ears! 
Even though she fought him, positive in her own mind that she could 
never sexually enjoy a man, he was convinced that there was a latent 
hot streak beneath her surface that simply had never been turned on 
before. The brutal ravishment of her body when she'd been young and 
innocent ... the warping teachings by her frigid mother ... no wonder 
Miriam had turned to boys for her needed release! Well, he'd stripped 
her down to nothing but her naked soul, and perhaps he could now 
rebuild her into a raw, squealing mass of unrestrained desire. He'd do 
his damnedest to fuck her until he turned her on, he vowed--and this 
was just the beginning!

Miriam thought he was going to rip her in half and his battering penis 
would bore up through her lungs and come right out of her mouth. She 
gurgled crazily, suddenly wanting it to hurt. She wanted to be punished 
like the dirty bitch she was, and viciously she began to screw her cunt 
down over his unmercifully rampaging cock, attempting to destroy it 
while it too was killing her. There was no longer any reason to fight 
the lewd flames of masochistic desire coursing through her blood. She 
had lost the battle against the obscene man's angry rape, and even the 
agonizing thought of her total surrender sent chills along the base of 
her spine. Her body began slowly to respond as it never had before as 
she felt the slow rhythm of Roger Trenton's cock skewering wetly up 
inside her. New delights were racing through her with every upward 
lunge he made. God, what was happening to her? Then she knew, and 
deliriously she accepted her new experience. She was being ignited by 
an older man at last! Whatever he'd done to her, Roger had found the 
key!

Her whole body started to twitch and writhe above him and she moaned 
uncontrollably as she lowered her head and shoved her tongue with 
sudden complete abandon into the moistness of his mouth. Low hums of 
servile acceptance came in torrents from deep in her chest, her face 
contorting with her new-found passion, a light sweat breaking out on 
her forehead under the flowing strands of her soft blonde hair. She 
could feel the throbbing wet hole of her pussy flowering open to 
receive instead of reject his cock, the pain of taking a man-sized 
penis up between her legs slowly fading for the first time she could 
ever remember. Her eyes were closed and her tongue worked and slaved 
down into his mouth as small mewling sounds of velvety pleasure rumbled 
from her throat. Yes ... God, yes! This is what she had been waiting 
for! There was no longer any thought of resisting him ... of anything 
but the delicious sensation of kneeling above this man who was fucking 
her against her will and giving back to him what he was giving her.

"I love you, Roger Trenton," she gasped when she raised her face for 
air. "I never thought I could love a man, but I do. I love you, 
darling! I love you!"

Roger could only listen and marvel at the words of sweet surrender 
which were flowing from her glistening lips. He hardly could believe 
his ears! Less than an hour ago, he'd been a savage, punishing brute, 
but now he was her pleasure-giving lover! Miriam was offering herself 
to him ... all of herself, body and soul, if he wished to have her.

He trailed his hands over the soft curves of her naked body, and felt 
the long smooth muscles beneath her tanned silken skin ripple lightly 
from his hungry touch. He felt the warm, moist walls of her vagina 
gripping at his buried hardness deep inside her belly, and his brain 
spun wildly from his heady, erotic victory over her nakedly splayed 
body. Christ, he possessed her! He really did ... and now he knew that 
no matter what. he loved her too!

Miriam flattened her knees out so that they pressed against Roger's 
muscular sides. She slid lower and lower on his long, thick penis, 
moaning with newly-discovered rapture all the way down until she could 
feel his sperm-bloated balls pressed tight up into the open crevice 
between her asscheeks. Then she lifted herself up on her knees so that 
his lust-engorged cock, gleaming moistly from her secretions, came 
slipping into Mark's view watching from behind. With a softly dreamy 
sigh, she drove her thighs back down again, ramming the whole of his 
wet fleshy hardness deep up inside her until its head battered against 
her cervix. The now deliriously excited woman abandoned herself to all 
the searing sensations she'd never thought could exist for her, sliding 
rhythmically up and down over her lover's penis until she felt as 
though she could almost cum by just her own gyrations.

Unable to stand by and watch the passion-inciting scene another moment 
longer, young Mark Trenton jumped up from where he'd been crouched 
behind his father and Mrs. Dodge. He'd been told by Dad on the way to 
his teacher's house to wait until he was called, but staring at every 
tiny thing that had been happening had goaded the youngster's mind 
beyond endurance. His lean young loins blazing with desire, Mark 
quickly shed his clothes and rushed around to kneel beside the 
straining couple's tightly clasping bodies. He reached out and cupped 
the woman's naked dancing breasts, teasing and kneading their proud 
round firmness until it seemed as if they would burst from his 
fascinated manipulations.

Miriam became aware of the boy's movement near her head, and she moved 
her face up, opening her eyes. She could see Mark rubbing the taut full 
moons of her breasts, his slender youthful penis jutting erectly from 
his loins with his hot, innocent excitement. She gave a small gasp of 
protest, feeling momentary pangs of guilt and shame, but then she felt 
Roger quickening his thrusts, hot and pulsating and deep, and she 
groaned in abandoned greedy passion.

"D-Dad?" the young boy anxiously asked. "Gee, I'm going to shoot it off 
on Mrs. Dodge's back if I can't do something soon."

"Put your cock in her mouth, then, son," his father said from below. 
"Have her suck you off while I fuck her."

"No," Miriam protested momentarily, the humiliation of being pummeled 
between father and son flickering lewdly through her mind. "No, that's 
not right ... Ohhh, God!"

"We're a family, wife-y dear," Roger grinned maliciously up at her, 
taking obvious satisfaction from her distress. "Go on, son. Stick your 
cock inside your new Mommy's mouth!"

Mark gripped his hardened boyish prick in his hand, and moved around so 
that its rounded virile tip grazed against Miriam's moistly glistening 
lips. "Suck me, Mrs. Dodge," she heard the boy pant delightedly. "Like 
you did Joey's and Don's last night! Oh, suck me, Mommy, suck me 
toooo," he moaned ecstatically.

Miriam's unconscious mind rebelled against the lewdness of orally 
accepting the darling boy's delicious young flesh. She fought her 
desire to surrender to Mark as well as his father, but her body had 
already betrayed her will to resist. The only reality was the searing 
fire that was burning deep in her throbbing pussy, the flames licking 
out between her thighs, crying to be drowned by the tormenting man's 
penis fucking faster and faster up between their wetness. She couldn't 
fight her all-consuming lusts! She loved the both, and was totally 
theirs to do with as they wished!

With animal-like groans of passion, Miriam reached up with one of her 
hands and began to stroke young Mark's jutting prick. She hovered near 
him on all fours, her face a scant few inches from the throbbing moist 
head of his hardened virile penis. She held it tightly between her 
fingers, stroking it teasingly up and down until his slender loins were 
undulating in time to her maddening rhythm.

Her head dropped slowly forward to the fleshy penis of the boy, and 
suddenly her tongue flicked forward, the tip boring tauntingly into the 
wet tiny gland at the end. Mark sucked in his breath from the 
delightful contact, chills rippling along the back of his spine, a 
groan passing between his lips. She brought her mouth down all the way 
with a moist, warm, pressure, her lips tightening like an elastic band 
around it just below the sensitive head, trapping it completely inside 
the warm wet cavern of her mouth. She massaged the soft resilient skin 
of his youthful testicles gently with her hand as she began to suck 
with stroking rhythm the entire length of his hardened rod of flesh.

"Christ!" the boy groaned, staring down at his teacher's passion-
contorted face. "Christ, Dad, this is the greatest!"

Miriam could feel his throbbing reaction and began to suck his slender 
penis a little harder, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the 
hard resisting flesh, leaving small white trails where they had scraped 
the blood from beneath the surface of the skin. Her tongue swiped 
furiously around and around the growing gland as she felt her own loins 
nearing the bursting point from Mark's father's rigid shaft pumping 
deep up in her cunt from below.

"Harder, Roger, fuck me harder lover dear ..." she chanted in muffled 
rhythm to his long hard strokes. She wanted to be ripped apart by the 
two buffeting Trenton males. Great huge waves of delightful sensation 
swirled through her. Her entire kneeling body was growing ... growing 
... ready to explode ... burst into a thousand colored fragments 
between the twin cocks which were fucking her simultaneously, her body 
sandwiched between them as though she were skewered all the way through 
and their cockheads were touching on the instroke somewhere deep, deep 
up inside. She sucked wildly on the prick surging into her mouth, and 
thrust her loins down, screwing herself on the thick pistoning cock 
splitting up into the walls of her vagina below. Yes ... Oh God, yes 
...! This was heaven! If only it would never end! If only there was 
more!

And as if in obscene answer, she heard Roger hissingly order from 
beneath her, "Buck! Here, boy! Come here, Buck and hump her in the 
ass!"

Miriam choked back a frightened gasp, the blood suddenly icing in her 
veins. God, what was he trying to do to her? No, oh no, he wasn't 
meaning for that great huge dog to ...! Her mind whirled frantically 
and she moaned with rising horror around the thrusting boy's slim cock 
in her mouth as she heard the German Shepherd trot closer from the 
corner in which he'd been waiting.

"No, Roger! Oh god, don't let him fuck me too!" she moaned around young 
fourteen year old Mark's cock in her mouth. "Please, don't let Buck do 
anything!"

"Relax, Miriam," Roger chuckled with salacious delight. "I love you, 
Miriam, but you're a bitch at heart. A bitch in heat, and besides, 
consider this all in the family!"

"Ohhh noooo!" Miriam moved to close her thighs, but the dog stood and 
growled viciously as if in warning. She froze in her lewd fucking 
position--thighs spread wide over Roger's hips and with her legs drawn 
in against his ribs. She didn't dare move as the huge beast growled 
menacingly over her, his great panting head just above her defenseless, 
upturned buttocks. "Roger! I'm afraid! He'll hurt me!"

The man below her laughed again in obscene desire. "Don't worry. Buck 
is trained well. He won't harm you--as long as you do as he wants!"

The giant German Shepherd lowered his head to the helpless woman's 
smoothly upturned buttocks and sniffed them appreciatively. His tail 
wagged and trembled as though he had truly found a bitch in heat. 
Miriam moaned in terror as the cold nose suddenly made contact with her 
tiny, puckered anus. She tensed as his tongue snaked out and licked 
wetly up and down, the tip curling and licking around the hair-fringed 
softness where Roger's penis was inserted and then moving wetly up to 
the burrow slightly in her outer fleshy anal ring. For a moment she 
tried to squirm away, but the dog growled again and Roger's hands 
grasped her tightly around the waist, impaling her immobile upon his 
rigidly thrusting cock.

"That's it, Buck," Roger urged excitedly. "Now lick her! Go on, lick 
the little bitch's pussy slit and asshole!"

The dog began to greedily lap his narrow pink tongue between her 
thighs. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tight-
filled pink edges of her cunt up to the tiny, sensitive little circle 
of her tightly puckered anus. His great tongue spread through the soft, 
hair-covered valley like a knife through soft butter, curling and 
flicking relentlessly between Miriam's wide-spread buttocks. She jerked 
spasmodically as she squirmed under the Shepherd's lapping and sniffing 
of her loins, shuddering and chilling from the lewdly evil stimulation 
he was forcing her to enjoy. He worked like the savage beast he was, 
and his rutting lust was slowly driving her mad, his merciless tongue 
lashing her to servile defeat. The huge tongue was crushing her 
resistance with its vigorous and unrelenting attack upon her 
sensitively responding genitals for interminable minutes.

Miriam's body became lost in the fire of the moment. Every muscle in 
her body was tensed as she strained her hips back against that 
maddening probe between her buttocks. Oh God, the dog's tongue felt 
good back between her legs! She had never expected it could be like 
this, that an animal could bring such feelings from her body. Her love 
for Roger and his son incited her further. Her updrawn thighs opened 
and closed around the tormenting cock that was still fucking 
gluttonously up into her flame-seared vaginal hole. The lips of her 
mouth clasped tighter as she sucked with all her might around the 
excitedly sliding young prick of Mark before her.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" she moaned, splaying her legs wider and higher to 
give the magnificent dog greater access. "Mmmmm!"

Then she heard his master's voice command: "Fuck her Buck, fuck her!"

The huge German Shepherd leaped to obey. He mounted the spread mounds 
of Miriam's buttocks, paws on her back. His glistening, scarlet penis 
slipped wetly from its furry sheath, its tapered point sliding and 
dancing in her hot, wet anal crevice as the animal trembled and jerked 
over her naked body. The narrowly expanded crevice was visibly 
throbbing in lurid invitation; the wet moist furrow held wide apart by 
the pressure of her thighs pressed tightly down against Roger's hips. 
Miriam could feel the hugeness of the dog's fleshy hardness jerking 
between her wide-spread ass cheeks, insinuating itself up and down, up 
and down, in a maddening search for some hungry hole in which to thrust 
the heavily throbbing point of his animal cock. But where? Where could 
Buck fuck her? Roger was already in her cunt ...

"Reach back around and put his cock in your ass," Roger commanded 
suddenly. "Go on, reach back and put it in your asshole!"

God, no! Not there! Not in her rectum! To be sodomized by a giant 
German Shepherd! That would be the ultimate of degrading perversion! 
But strangely, the tiny bit of whore in every woman broke forth into a 
tingle of masochistic excitement. She suddenly had to have it in her! 
Her belly was screaming for it!

She took her hand from young Mark's testicles and reached down 
underneath the grinding flesh of their bodies to grasp the full length 
of the dog's heavily pulsating cock. Her tightly closed fist stroked it 
softly in reverence. She could feel the spasmodic throbbing against her 
palm and the moistly seeping liquid of excitement trickled from the 
blood-inflated tip. She guided it up the valley of her buttocks, not 
letting it lose contact with her flesh until it was poised at the 
pinkish round hole of her puckered little anus. She held it there with 
her one hand drawing with all her strength to pull it into her rectum. 
God yes! She wanted the dog to fuck her in the ass!

"Yes, Buck, fuck me there," she mumbled through her cock stretched lips 
as the beast thrust his giant penis in an urgent probe against her for 
several seconds, trying to lodge itself into the tight, straining anal 
hole.

And then Buck did.

With a growl of bestial delight, he jerked forward and she felt a 
slight pop at her anus--and then a sudden pain so unbearable that she 
twisted and groaned, trying with all her strength to get away. She no 
longer felt human as the huge dog-cock slithered far up into her 
rectum, pushing against the bottom of her belly inside. She jerked back 
up at him, trying to throw him off, but as she jerked up, the dog 
rammed down and imbedded his thick, rock-hard penis all the way to the 
hilt in the soft flaccid tunnel of her anus.

"Ugggg, God!" she grunted in pain.

The triumphantly smiling Roger Trenton leaned his head up off the 
carpet, his emotions still mixed, and hissed near her ear! "Like being 
fucked in the ass by a dog, honey?"

And that made it a million times worse, to know that her every reaction 
was being watched and enjoyed by another man and a fourteen year old 
boy. His words and victorious smile was mockery and insult to her, 
droning on until some of the pain in Miriam's rectum from the giant 
dog's entry began to ease a little.

But then, "Uggggg!" she grunted as the dog began fucking into her in a 
frantic humping rhythm. His giant animal cock seemed like an 
unrelenting fist pummeling into her mercilessly, expanding with each 
thrust down into her tightly gripping rectum. Miriam could feel the 
monstrous animal cock racing brutally into her raw, torn backsides, and 
she strained back against the grinding assault, groaning incessantly as 
the pain slowly subsided. A masochistic pleasure slowly replaced the 
searing firebrands of pain that raced from her totally filled anus to 
the rim of her own still dutifully sucking mouth. Her rising sensations 
of overwhelming lust were fed by the very helplessness of her lewd 
squirmings beneath the rapacious dog. The German Shepherd fucked 
inhumanly into her hopelessly impaled rectum, giving her no respite 
from the growing pleasure building--building--deep in her belly.

It was alive in her! The hard rubbery tip pressing up against her 
stomach lining inside, the thin folds of flesh between its length and 
that of Roger's cunt-imbedded cock, the tickling hairs of the dog's 
testicles brushing in the crevice of her buttocks ... they were all 
part of her! She was one with them ... and in spite of her pain, her 
tongue involuntarily began sucking even more hungrily at the youthful 
hardness between her lips. Her nostrils flared again, drawing in the 
delicious pungent scent of the excited boy's genitals deep into her 
body, and it mingled there in a strange erotic marriage with the 
feelings of the two throbbing cocks lodged deep in her soft white 
backsides. They all seemed to roll together into one great fiery ball 
of aching hunger for more. Her cunt contracted around the older man's 
penis as the lascivious sensations raced through her flesh.

Miriam's body felt itself coming to life now. The pain had receded to 
where she could only feel a maddening electric fire that burned 
uncontrollably deep within her backsides. It seared relentlessly 
through the raw nerve ends of her flesh, licking through her cunt and 
anus and dancing across the milky white flesh of her widely splayed 
buttocks, spreading up through her greedily contracting belly and out 
to the tips of her pink palpitating nipples, which peaked into hard 
tiny buds. Thin rivulets of sweat rolled down the sides of her full 
pulsating breasts, which were sensitive to even the brushes across 
Roger Trenton's heaving chest.

She rotated her thighs from side to side around the two fleshy impaling 
cocks, her vagina and anus dilating in time to their harshly pumping 
thrusts. They felt as though they were fusing deep up inside her bowels 
with the young boy's penis fucking her mouth, becoming one with all her 
being. They had crawled into her, had become a part of her! And she was 
one with them! She and Roger and Buck and darling Mark--they were all 
one fleshy mass of wild erotic sensation, merging magically together by 
their love and nakedly locked genitals!

"Fuck me!" Miriam hissed through her sucking lips. "Oh God, all of you 
darlings! Fuck me harder! Fuck me until I can't stand it anymore!" The 
fire licking through her body was fanned yet-hotter by the knowledge of 
her sheer helplessness and the obscene position in which the three were 
holding her. She drove on unheedingly, almost ready to cum and unable 
to stop. Sweat was pouring from her writhing naked body as she strove 
wildly for her end--an infinitesimal second away.

"Hot bitch, hot bitch," Roger Trenton beneath her mumbled over and over 
as he ceaselessly rammed his blood-filled cock deep up into her mucous 
lined cunt. He could feel the white hot cum building up inside his 
bloated testicles as they beat hard against his own upturned buttocks. 
He was ready to explode!

"I ... I'm cummmmiiiinnngg!" he groaned wildly, and Miriam could feel 
her insides splitting painfully apart as the head of his deep-sunk 
penis suddenly flared into a hugeness that threatened to split her in 
half. It began to spurt, and she could feel his delicious hot white 
liquid shooting into her like streams of hot molten lava into the 
cavern of her pink quivering passage. The hot walls of her pussy milked 
spasmodically as the boy's father continued to spew out his completion, 
filling her womb and foaming out the contracting fleshy lips around the 
base of his cock.

She was being driven insane!

She couldn't let it stop!

"Oh fill me too, Mark!" she groaned incoherently around the young cock 
fucking crazily in her mouth. "Cum in my mouth. my darling!"

Fourteen year old Mark Trenton groaned over and over again; his hips 
working crazily as he felt his own moment had finally arrived. He could 
feel his fresh virile sperm begin its mad dash along the full length of 
his glistening, pumping cock and begin to suddenly spurt out in hot 
thin surges into her hungrily sucking mouth. Her cheeks expanded and 
hollowed fish-like as she swallowed the warm flooding gushes to keep 
from choking. She went on sucking wildly as he emptied his youthful 
sperm deep into the wetness of her throat. His hands tangled cruelly in 
her hair, holding her head to the throbbing of his loins as he shoved 
his squirting hardness as far up inside her widely ovalled mouth as he 
could. He moaned his last and grunted finally in complete fulfillment, 
his cock deflating slowly between her lips. But still the woman 
continued her gentle sucking, drawing every last drop of the warm 
boyish seed from his slender prick.

"Oh, God ... oh God ..." she shivered beneath him, her face contorted 
in an unrecognizable mask of wild abandoned passion. "I'm cumming ... 
I'm cumming! Ohhhhh!"

Miriam screwed her buttocks insanely back against the dog so that his 
penis bored far up into the expanded rubbery recesses of her rectum. 
Her breasts heaved and quivered down against the skin of Roger's sweat-
gleaming chest, the tiny hardened nipples brushing across his skin like 
little diamond chips. The giant animal's tongue hung from his mouth as 
he pantingly fucked into the waving buttocks from behind, saliva 
dripping from his jowls onto the gleaming sweat of her naked back. She 
screamed again and rammed harder against the dog just as he jerked 
forward and his cock began spitting its burning semen in hard thick 
spurts deep in her greedily clasping anus.

With a deep-throated groan, Miriam began to vibrate uncontrollably as 
she could feel Buck's animal sperm shoot deep up into her gratefully 
welcoming belly. Her head whirled in depraved sensuality as the thin, 
powerful squirts surged wildly up into her open bowels, her smoothly 
rounded buttocks contracting spasmodically as the hot wet passage of 
her rectum squeezed desperately at the jerking cock. Thick white fluid 
oozed from her tightly locked anal muscle, and small trails of his warm 
wet animal cum trickled slowly down between her thighs to mingle with 
Roger's cum and her own orgasmic secretions. Her backsides glistened, 
displaying soaked pubic hair and pink flesh, as, nearly unconscious, 
Miriam slowly rolled off the three now-limp penises which had so 
completely filled her every orifice. She lay half comatose between the 
sprawled naked bodies of Roger Trenton and his son, her legs falling 
open loosely from the warm sense of total satisfaction which flowed 
through her lifeless flesh.

The German Shepherd stood above her, wagging his tail in obvious 
satisfaction. In a last act of obscene depravity, he dropped his head 
to the wide-spread split of her loins and licked at the white sticky 
liquids flowing from her still quivering cunt and anus. He gulped at it 
hungrily until at last there was no more, and Miriam was entirely clean 
along the crevice of her buttocks. Then he lay down contentedly between 
her open legs, his giant head gently nuzzling into the soft, blonde-
curled slit of her dually ravished pubic mound.



Chapter 6


Slowly, Miriam Dodge's senses began to return to her, and her warm glow 
of contentment began to fade as she remembered that at last she'd been 
fulfilled by a man ... a man who hated and despised her. Roger had 
conquered her, and she had truly given herself to him and his dog ... 
to anybody he'd wished, his hold over her was so strong. But it was too 
late for her. With returning bitterness she knew that he dominated her 
out of vengeance and fury, not love and compassion ...

"Gee, Dad," she heard young Mark gasp in a trembling whisper. "That was 
too much! Wasn't Mommy great, fucking all three of us at the same 
time?"

Miriam cringed, waiting for the blistering sarcasm she was certain 
would come from his father's lips as soon as he realized the boy called 
her "Mommy".

"She sure was, son," Roger sighed in reply. "She's the finest Mommy you 
could have."

Miriam was struck dumb by Roger's gentle words. Unable to stop herself, 
she stared unashamedly at the handsome older man, and saw an infinite 
amount of tenderness in his expression as he gazed back at her. She 
opened her mouth to speak several times before she managed to say 
anything at all.

"But ... But, I'm not really Mark's mother," she gasped. "I mean ... 
you hate me, Roger. You hate me too much to let him call me that."

"I did," Roger Trenton confessed. "When I came here, all I wanted to do 
was hurt and punish you. But not any longer." He looked at her with 
passionate eyes. "Darling, I love you."

"And ... and I love you, my dear," Miriam confessed.

"I want you to marry me. I want you to really be my wife, and be a 
mother to my son. We'll be the happiest family in the world!"

"And we'll do this every night?" Mark gasped delightedly.

"Twice on Sunday!" his father promised.

"I'll suck for you, my two wonderful men," Miriam exclaimed. "And fuck, 
whenever you want me to ... and even when you don't."

"Oh ... Oh, and Buck, too?" Mark asked excitedly.

"I promise!" she whispered in return. "All of us together!"

"Then you'll marry me, Miriam?" Roger joyously questioned. "You ... 
will ... and always be our own forever?"

Miriam sighed, her heart pounding powerfully against her chest. God, 
how fulfilling her life would be! It was going to be beautiful for all 
of them! Yes ... everything had turned out right after all! "Forever," 
she fervently answered.


The End